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Teddy Lupin x Reader: My Girl

AN: I have never written for the new generation of Hogwarts kids, nor do I really follow their personalities or plot devices. I haven’t read Cursed Child, and not sure if I plan on it in the future. But this was fun to write, and I kind of made up my own ideas of what I think the newer generation would be like, so I hope you enjoy this and forgive any discrepancies. 

Request: @whovianaurthor

Warnings: Very small blood mention

Y/N found Teddy Lupin breathtaking. He smelled sweet, like bubblegum, and his lips were a blushed shade of bitten red. He had long, brown eyelashes that seemingly swept others away, and for someone who had ruler-straight teeth, his smile was perfectly crooked. While his hair would be a different shade by the hour, Y/N liked it best as a cool-toned gray or shocking pink. It made his hazel eyes practically pop out of their sockets.

Y/N was quite a looker herself. She had beautiful y/h/c locks, and a cute button nose. Her laughter was like a windchime tinkling in the breeze. Y/N’s eyes were warm and full of life, and when she grinned, little crows feet crackled on the top of her cheeks. Her skin was smooth, and she was a vivid, but kind soul – always helping others get back on their feet when they fell.

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Teddy Lupin liked to wonder around school grounds when it was late at night. In his third year his godfather had given him a family heirloom that many of his peers would kill to get their hands on. Harry had made him swear he would never tell anyone because if Minerva McGonagall found out that Cloak was in her school again, she would have Harry’s head on a silver tray, served at the next Halloween feast. 

Teddy knew he had a tendency to get in trouble but he was very good at getting out of them, too. Now that he was a Prefect, he actually could wander around the castle late at night without being disrupted but he was bored. He had been everywhere in the castle, knew every way in and out, knew each hidden room thanks to Uncle George and his godfather, now he wanted to go outside and get a closer look at the Forbidden Forest, he had this feeling inside him for the past month that he had to go there. He wanted to go to the Forbidden Forest ever since Harry told him about how his father and his parents ran around the forest on full moons. He had been to Shrieking Shack in his fourth year after Harry told him how to get in there, there were claw marks everywhere and old piano and a broken bed but it was his father’s home during full moons  and Teddy went there when he missed his parents more than usual, especially on full moons when his headache came to a point he would feel like his head would explode.

It was a few days before the full moon and Teddy had patrol that night, he planned to sneak out of the school after his patrol was done and wander around the Forbidden Forest for a change. He had tucked the Invisibility Cloak under his robes as he walked the same route he always did. First around the Hufflepuff common room, then to the kitchens to have some chocolate, next Slytherin dungeons and then Gryffindor common room, finally Ravenclaw tower. 

After he looked around to see if there was anyone around or if there was any of the pictures awake Teddy pulled the Cloak around himself and vanished instantly, he realised he was getting a little bit too tall for the Cloak but he would rather crawl on the floor than give the Cloak back to Harry simply because he didn’t fit. 

Teddy loved Hogwarts during spring, the weather was a bit chilly at night but he didn’t mind, perks of being the son of a werewolf was that he was warm whatever he did. Teddy slowly walked by Hagrid’s hut which still had it’s lights on, he was probably still trying to contain the Nifflers that got loose earlier that day when a Gryffindor girl ignored Hagrid’s warnings and kept her necklace on.

Teddy

Teddy turned around to see who was calling his name, it was a whimper but it was most definitely his name.

Teddy

It was coming from the Forest so Teddy not so slowly walked into the darkness. There were small beacons of moonlight that found their way in through leaves but other than that it was pretty gloomy. 

Teddy

It was clearer now, it was like it came from the ground. Teddy looked down and took the Cloak off as he reached for a stone that shined a little bit brighter than others. Teddy put the stone in his right hands palm in examined it, turned it around, checked from each perspective but couldn’t find anything peculiar about it, he turned the stone once more and the stone brightened before it started letting out something what looked like grey smoke.

“Teddy?”

Teddy knew that voice, he had heard it before when McGonagall showed him memories of his father in the Pensieve and he slowly lifted his gaze back up from the storm.

“Dad?”

Remus Lupin was standing right in front of Teddy with a smile and right next to him stood a woman with pink hair who he knew was Nymphdora Tonks, what else could explain his blue hair.

“Mum?”

“Wotcher, Teddy?” said his mother grinning widely, Teddy knew her from Harry’s memories and Mrs. Weasley’s long talks about her. She looked better then everything he had heard.

“I– How?” asked Teddy as he stared at his parents for the first time in his life.

“That stone you are holding is the Resurrection Stone, Harry had dropped it during the Battle of Hogwarts,” explained Remus as he stared at his son like he would disappear any moment. “I’m sure he told you about that.”

“Yes he did,” replied Teddy, thinking about how Harry told him what his dad said to him before Harry dropped the stone, he had made him tell that story maybe ten times and watched the memory countless times. “So you are real? I am not imagining you?”

“No, love, we are very real,” replied his mother as her hair turned a vivid blue, he ran his hand through his own blue hair and grinned at her.

“Thanks for this,” he said as he walked a little bit closer to them. “So, um, how are you?”

Teddy had so much he wanted to ask but he didn’t have the words for it and after he asked how they were he felt stupid, it was an unnecessary question to ask since they didn’t have much to do.

“Forget about how we are doing, you are a Prefect now!” chanted Tonks, her pride could be heard clearly. “And, you are a Hufflepuff!”

Teddy and Remus both laughed softly at her excitement, he could see that he got his dad’s smile and body but his mum’s everything else.

“Um, dad, I was torn between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff but the Sorting Hat–”

“What are you talking about? Hufflepuffs are amazing, they are smarter than most Gryffindors are for sure,” interrupted Remus a warm smile on his face and then he turned to Tonks. “I’m starting to think Andy puts something in the water.”

Both of them laughed and Teddy couldn’t help but feel like someone just stabbed him in the heart, this was what he had been missing his all life, this was what he would have had if they survived. Sure he loved the Potters and the Weasleys but this was his real family and he couldn’t help but want them back.

“What’s wrong, Teddy?” asked his mum pulling him from the trance he was in.

“What– I–?”

“You play with your rings, our rings, when you feel down,” explained Remus. Teddy did not see that coming, how did they know he wore their rings? “We have been watching you Teddy, we are here with you even though you can’t see us buddy, we are always here.”

Remus was pointing at Teddy’s heart, of course they were there but he wanted more, having them in their heart was one thing, talking to them and joking with them was another.

“It is not the same,” objected Teddy barely whispering, he could feel his eyes watering and his hair changing colour as they always did when he was sad. “It’s just not.”

“Teddy your hair–”

“Yeah it turns black when I’m sad, I have no idea why.”

But his mum was laughing uncontrollably and his dad was just staring at him in awe.

“What’s so funny?” babbled Teddy angrily, “Why is she laughing?”. Black wasn’t that weird or funny considering the hair colours he usually chose.

“It’s just that black hair and the Black genes you have, you reminded us of someone we know,” replied Remus still not tearing his eyes away.

“Someone we know?!” yelled Tonks in between her laughing. “Sirius is going to kill you once more for that.”

“What do you want me to tell him?”

“You look like Sirius Black, darling, Remus’ soul mate and first love,” stated his mum, without a trace of jealousy on her face.

“Harry’s godfather? Oh I kind of figured that out from all those memories Minnie showed me,” said Teddy nonchalantly, his father looked relieved. 

He never cared for what they did or what they were, Teddy always cared about the fact that they were his parents and they were perfect. He remembered how fondly Harry talked about Sirius and if his father never got over him, well that wasn’t really a problem because he didn’t have to, just like Teddy would never get over the absence of their parents. He could see that his father loved his mother, he knew that death was never expected and shit happened, he knew better than most. The fact that he loved Harry referring to him as his eldest didn’t mean that he forgot his actual parents, he would never do that.

This was what Teddy wanted, to talk to his parents about stupid stuff and laugh with them, ask for their advice every now and then. He didn’t understand how Harry left the stone here and didn’t keep it, just to talk to all the people he had lost. He was going to hold on to the stone, he didn’t have to be as brave as Harry was, he could talk to his parents every now and then when he needed to. As he was thinking this through Remus opened his mouth like he had read Teddy’s mind.

“Teddy, you need to promise me you’ll leave that stone here or give it to Minerva,” pointed out, he suddenly looked very serious.

“What’s so wrong if I want to talk to you every know and then?” protested Teddy. “All the other kids get their chances to talk with their parents, why not me?”

“Because it is dangerous Teddy,” said his mum with a worried voice. “You are a smart boy, you have heard about this stone before, you know the story. We may be real, you may now be talking to us but you can’t waste your time talking to the dead.”

“Don’t say that,” begged Teddy, the reminder was like a shot in the head. 

“We listen to you, when you want to talk to us, just because you can’t see us doesn’t mean that–”

“Yes it does,”  he interrupted his dad, feeling his anger rise in him. “Every damn full moon I shut everyone out and try to sleep through a head ache. I like my meat almost raw just like Uncle Bill does. My hair changes colours, my face becomes whatever I want it to be. Everyday bloody day is a reminder that I am your child without even meeting you.”

“Do you know what it feels like when Mrs. Weasley talks about you or McGonagall compares me to you? I can’t say anything because I don’t know you. Out of all the people in the world who got to meet you, only your son didn’t. People tell things, people know your shells. I don’t have Sirius, James or Lily to tell me about the real you, dad, without the bloody wall you put up against other people. Grandpa didn’t know you like they did, he tried and I am thankful but he is aware that all he has is you as a son and not as a Marauder. At least I know how mum was raised and have some of her in me but you, I need to get to know you.”

“Not like this Teddy, I’m sorry,” apologised Remus as he tilted his head to the side, he could see their resemblance each time he moved. The long limbs, the way they both wore their hearts on their sleeves only if they wanted to, he was so painfully Remus Lupin’s son that he hated it, he almost hated that he reminded everyone who his father was, how much it must hurt them, too. “You know why we did what we did, we wanted you to have the best future you can have, we never really meant for you to grow up without us and you should know that it hurts us as much as it hurts you.”

“You are not aware that we didn’t get to meet you either, love. When we want for you to give the Stone back, we are making a hard decision ourselves, too.”

“You really can’t control if I keep the Stone or not,” challenged Teddy.

“We can’t control if you keep it or not but we can control how we are and if it means that you’ll let the Stone go, that’s exactly what we will do,” said his mum, looking nothing like her usual cheerful self. Teddy never knew that she had it in her and he felt a little scared.

“I may give it to Minnie, I can’t promise anything.”

“Teddy!” scolded Remus. “Also, don’t call your Professor Minnie”

“Oh, so it’s alright when Sirius does and I can’t do it?” complained Teddy as he couldn’t help but laugh, he never had anyone tell him off for calling her that. “Next, you are going to tell me to stay out of trouble.”

“Why yes, I am,” said Remus as he furrowed his brows. “You really should be careful, I don’t know what Harry was thinking giving you that Cloak.”

You planned pranks for the Marauders and you tell me to stay away from trouble. Remus I-was-a-prefect-but-who-cares Lupin tells me to stay away from trouble. Mum, do something.”

Teddy hadn’t realised up until now that his mother was doubled over laughing at them and they just stared at her as she tried to catch her breath.

“Do whatever you want, love, don’t listen to him,” joked Tonks as she smiled widely.

“You really should go back to the castle buddy, Forest is never safe at this time,” said Remus warily.

“But–”

“The longer we take to go away, the worse,” added his mum. 

“You are a strong boy Teddy, you can do this, go make us proud and don’t forget, we are always with you,” said Remus, his eyes stuck on Teddy’s face.

“We love you so much and don’t you ever forget that,” reminded his mum, he had never seen her cry before and he felt like he never felt anything more painful than seeing her like that.

“I love you, too,” whispered Teddy as he fought the tears trying to escape his eyes. He gave the stone a one last squeeze before he put it in his pocket. He slowly walked up to the castle and just as he made his way to the Hufflepuff common room, it was too late to pull the Cloak over him now.

“Mr. Lu–” 

McGonagall was staring at him like she had seen a ghost. 

“Where were you?” she demanded as calmly as she could but Teddy could swear her eyes were filled with tears.

“Um, in the forest,” said Teddy as he reached for the stone, deciding if he should give it to her or not. “I was talking to my parents, Professor”

How?

Teddy held out the stone for Minerva to take, she took it immediately and examined it. The one thing his parents asked him to do, he just couldn’t say no.

“I’m sure you heard about it ma’am, the Resurrection Stone. My dad made me promise I would give it to you.”

“Have you seen yourself, Mr. Lupin?” asked McGonagall softly as she pushed Teddy to somewhere he could see himself.

His blue hair was gone now, he had visible locks of blondish hair and amber eyes that burned like fire, he looked so much like his dad, he thought he turned the Stone without realising.

“I know you miss them Mr. Lupin but I wish I could explain to you how much you are like them without even realising,” said McGonagall, she was smiling at Teddy with warm eyes. “Now off to bed and visit me tomorrow after your patrol Mr. Lupin, I have something to show you.”

Teddy nodded and went back to his dorm thinking about how the time will pass until it was 10 o’clock tomorrow.

forcekenobi  asked:

grog is. Soft.

strongly agree | agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagree

fuck yeah he is. boy could rip your spine out but still gets all mushy on the inside and honestly probably gives great hugs when he’s not trying to crush you like a grape

Everyday Celebrations

There is no point to this beyond me laughing at myself for being two weeks late on a birthday fic.


“James, are you sure you want to do this now? We could just wait until…” A muffled thump drowned out the rest of Harry’s whispered sentence, and Ginny cursed the fact that she did not have any spare Extendable Ears on hand so she could listen more clearly through the closed door.

“No, NOW!” came the unmistakable sound of her older son, who was obviously unhappy the fact that Harry was trying to delay whatever he had in mind. Ginny pressed her ear closer to the door in order to hear what they were saying.

“But Mummy is tired,” Harry reasoned, and Ginny could picture the silly smile on his face, the same one he always wore when discussing anything that pertained to their third child. “She needed to go to bed early because the baby was kicking. It wouldn’t be nice to wake her now.”

So it had to do with her, Ginny thought, still unsure what they were planning behind the closed door. The sound of a tiny giggle let her know that Al was there as well, which made the fight two against one, in favor of the kids. Al would always side with James.

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night sky

A story in which a timid Teddy Lupin makes a confession to James Sirius…

[disclaimer: i know there is controversy about an age gap with these two, which is why it took me so long to write them. i’ve looked into it, and things have reassured me. for the sake of this fic, let’s say they’re in the same year (or close to it) at school.]


The Potters were holding another dinner get-together, and Teddy was nervous.

Their house was quaint, tucked into a cozy street in a quiet suburban neighborhood. On the outside, it looked like any other house, even decorated with lilies in the front yard. But on the inside, it was overflowing with magic. Teddy thought it always seemed busy, but in a good way. 

Magic cleaned the dishes, turned the lights on and off, and even pulled the chairs out for you. Magic seemed to be buzzing in the air, and it gave Teddy a sense of comfort. 

What didn’t give Teddy comfort, though - was James. 

James was the reason Teddy was nervous in the first place. Teddy was planning on telling him something after dinner, and he had no clue how it was going to go. 

It didn’t help that James was the one to answer the door when Teddy arrived.

“Hey, Teddy!” James practically shouted, pulling Teddy into an unexpected hug. 

Startled, he slowly patted James’s back and mumbled, “Hey.”

James pulled away, and Teddy struggled to ignore how hot his face felt. “Come on in,” said James, reaching behind Teddy to shut the door.

Teddy walked to the kitchen, which was where everyone seemed to be. He said hello to Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione, receiving comments about how tall he’s gotten, and how old he looks.

The kids were in the living room, and Teddy waved a quick hello to them. Albus made a comment about Teddy’s hair, which caused him to nervously rifle his fingers through the turquoise curls.

Dinner was just about ready, so James and Teddy helped set the table. Once everyone was seated, Teddy ended up in between Harry and Albus, with James directly across from him.

It didn’t help his nerves to have James staring at him through the whole meal. It made him self-conscious about the way he ate, the way his fingers seemed to tremble slightly when he picked up his glass of water. 

He stared at his food and worried about how the conversation was going to go after dinner, when he told James his secret. It was hard not to imagine the worst possible scenario, and it made his stomach churn. It was then Teddy realized he was barely hungry. He ate anyway, because he loved Harry’s cooking.

“Teddy?” Ginny asked, causing his head to snap up. He saw that everyone at the table was staring in his direction. 

“Yeah?” he asked, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

Harry chuckled next to him, and Teddy noticed the resemblance between him and James. “Ginny asked you about Victoire. Albus said you spend a lot of time with her at school.”

“Oh,” Teddy choked out, swallowing the lump in his throat. “There’s nothing going on between me and Victoire.”

Victoire Weasley was Teddy’s best friend, but it didn’t go further than that. He happened to have feelings for someone else.

Teddy couldn’t help but glance at James, who held his gaze for a moment before looking away. Teddy ignored the incessant pounding in his chest before adding, “If that’s what you’re asking.”

He looked down at his half-eaten food, and tried not to look at James for the remainder of the meal.

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After the adults had made all of the kids clean up, Teddy decided that he needed some fresh air. He snuck his way out the front door and onto the porch.

It overlooked the Potter’s lawn, which was so green that Teddy could see the color of it in the night’s darkness. He looked up at the stars, which calmed him down a little.

Sometimes Teddy would look at the stars, and suddenly his problems wouldn’t seem so large anymore.

Wrapping a pale hand around the porch’s banister, Teddy made himself take deep breaths. If he was going to do what he was planning, it was going to take all of the courage he had inside him.

“Teddy?” someone asked from behind him. 

Teddy whipped around to find James shutting the front door behind him. He adjusted his glasses, pushing them up on his nose. “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Teddy replied, turning back around. That was a complete lie, as James’s presence had upped Teddy’s heartbeat greatly. 

Out of the corner of his eye, Teddy saw James sit down on the porch steps, leaving room for Teddy to join him. He gingerly sat down on James’s right, running a hand over his hair again.

“You don’t seem fine,” James said, looking over at Teddy. “You look nervous, or something.”

Teddy looked back at him. James was in a tee-shirt and jeans, which Teddy wasn’t used to seeing him in. James always seemed to come along with his Gryffindor robes, which were almost always disheveled, like his hair.

Teddy looked back to the front yard, and pushed the words out of his mouth, anxious and fast. “I have to tell you something.”

James didn’t say anything, just waited for Teddy to continue. Teddy could feel his gaze burning into him.

“You know how I said there wasn’t anything between me and Victoire? Well, I sort of like someone else.”

The words seemed to pour out of Teddy’s mouth, and he didn’t even have to think about them - probably due to the fact that he had been holding them in for so long.

He forced himself to look at James, who looked back with his big hazel eyes. His hair fell in pieces atop his forehead, which Teddy couldn’t help but look at. He looked back into James’s eyes, and muttered, “You. I like you, James.

A moment passed before James replied.

“Oh.” The word pulled at Teddy’s heartstrings; he had no idea how to interpret that. James took a breath before saying, “I had no idea, Teddy.”

Teddy looked away, back up at the stars. 

“For how long?” James asked carefully, as if he was walking on broken glass.

Teddy hesitated, drawing in a long breath through his lips. “A couple of months,” he said, barely above a whisper.

“Wow,” James breathed. Teddy heard him gulp.

Suddenly, as if a switch flipped inside him, Teddy stood up, wrapping a hand around the railing by the stairs. “This was a mistake, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have… I’m gonna go-”

“No, Teddy. Please don’t,” James blurted, standing up as well. Teddy was half a head taller than him. 

Teddy quickly went down the steps, starting toward the sidewalk. “I’m sorry,” he said again, so low that he wasn’t sure if James heard.

“Wait,” James said, quickly wrapping his hand around Teddy’s right wrist. Teddy felt him pull, and when he turned around, James kept pulling.

He pulled Teddy close enough to crash his lips onto his.

James let go of Teddy’s wrist so that he could grab his face, tucking his fingers around Teddy’s ear, the other hand in the back of his hair.

Teddy’s mind was completely fuzzy - he couldn’t seem to focus on anything but the glide of James’s mouth on his. The way his glasses bumped against Teddy’s cheek. His hands found their way to James’s waist, which he held delicately.

When they finally separated, Teddy was out of breath. James grinned, looking above Teddy’s eyes.

“What?” Teddy asked, biting back a smile. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Your hair is turning pink.”

Teddy let out a laugh, unable to hide the grin spreading across his face. He felt heat rise to his face.

“So are your cheeks,” James added, dragging a finger down the side of Teddy’s face. Teddy reached up to grab James’s hand, squeezing it.

“Stop talking,” Teddy whispered, glancing at the other boy’s lips. “Just kiss me again.”

James smiled, and did what Teddy asked.

On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me...

James and Teddy in the kitchen canoodling.


Prompt/ask this is based on from anon: Person a seducing person b into taking a few steps back/backing them against the wall (“oh look, how did that mistletoe get right there????”) — Jeddy



It was a Potter-Weasley Christmas, of course there was fighting. Banter, more like. This year, upon Gramp Weasley’s request, they were playing a rather peculiar game called Scrabble—a game that was far too much like schoolwork for James’ liking.

“Hey. Hey.” Everyone looked up at Teddy, who was pointing aggressively at the word Lily had just put down, “This is a muggle game. You can’t use wizard words. Nope, lumos is out. No double word score for you, Potter.”

Lily scoffed, “Says who?”

“Says…” Teddy paused for a second before picking up the box lid, “The box.”

Lily narrowed her eyes, “Give it here, let me see—“

“No.” Teddy threw it behind his head and it collided with his mum’s desk, knocking a quill over.

Teddy.” James’ mum scolded, red hair falling out around her face, “You’re just as bad as James, honestly.”

James smiled at that and his eyes met Teddy’s across the coffee table. They grinned at each other for a moment and, without looking away from James, Teddy turned his head towards Ginny.

“Actually, Gin, I think it’d make more sense to say he’s just as bad as me.”

“Please, please,” Arthur waved his hands before falling pensive and leaning towards his Hermione who had opted to team up with Ron, “Hermione, dear, do you reckon this is how you spell—“

“Cheating again, Dad.” Ron minutely shifted their letters away from his father.

“Oh, fine, fine.” Arthur squinted at his batch of letters.

James had the mind to laugh lightly with the rest of the family at this exchange, but just barely as Teddy had yet to release his gaze. James leaned forward, feeling heavy with it, and proceeded to spill his row of letters in every which direction.

“Typical.” James caught Lily’s eye roll from the corner of his vision, but he was already standing, narrowing his eyes at Teddy’s smirk.

“Sorry, carry on without me. I’m thirsty.”

James pushed up from the table, swiping his glass and shooting Teddy what he hoped was a subtle but meaningful look. He walked into the kitchen, going to the sink and setting his cup down, turning the tap on for a few moments and then shutting it off. Mere seconds after the water had stopped running there were hands on his waist that were spinning him around.

Teddy grinned down at him, “Hi there.”

James’ palms found his chest, feeling the scratchy wool that Grams seemed to prefer for her holiday sweater making. He ran his hands over it for a moment, feeling the warmth of Teddy’s chest, then looked up into his face, “Mum still thinks you’re a lunatic. Even after all these years.”

Teddy laughed quietly, “Sure. But didn’t you hear her? She think’s you’re more of a lunatic.”

James rolled his eyes, grinning, “You’re ridiculous.” He pressed a lingering kiss to Teddy’s mouth, melting against his chest as Teddy’s hand came up to cup the back of his head. He swallowed back a soft sound, “God, it really has been too long since we’ve been alone.”

Teddy hummed pressing another kiss to James’ mouth, “I blame Christmas.”

James laugh, the sound getting cut off as he allowed himself to be kissed for a few more moments before he slipped out from between the sink and Teddy’s body. With a short kiss to the corner of Teddy’s mouth, he started making his way towards the door, “We should get back. They’ll think we’re canoodling in here.”

Teddy, however, once again got ahold of James’ hips causing James to let out a much too loud laugh. Teddy smiled at the sound, “We can’t canoodle in here? They’d probably prefer it than if we did it out there.”

“T…” James laughed, shaking his head.

Teddy took a step forward causing James to take a step back, “Two minutes.” He said under his breath.

James felt his heart beat pick up in his chest, and he bit his lip, resolve softening, “It’s been two minutes…”

Teddy took another step causing James to nearly stumble backwards, “Two more minutes, then.”

Another step forward, another step back. James’ back hit the kitchen wall, making the clock rattle above them, “Well, now they’re definitely going to talk…”

“What they can’t see,” Teddy’s hands cradled James’ cheeks, “won’t hurt them.”

James bit back a smile, “I swear to God, Theodore. I won’t kiss you for a week if Grams walks in here right now.”

“Hm.” Teddy shrugged one shoulder, thumbs brushing against James’ cheekbones, “Rotten luck on you then because—oh, how did that get there?” Teddy pointedly looked upwards above them to where, as James followed his gaze, he found a small sprig of mistletoe had appeared.

James let out another laugh, “Yeah, real mystery.” He pushed his fingers into Teddy’s hair, heart warming at the light shoots of blue that ran through it at his touch, “C’mere.” James pressed their mouths back together, “You lunatic…”

Wanting

Rika buys Saeran his first toy, but he doesn’t fee like he deserves it. 


It was only a glance. A lapse of judgement, a momentary mistake. Nothing was supposed to come from a fraction of an instant.

“You want a stuffed animal?”

Saeran flushed heavily, and focused his eyes on the ground. He and Rika were walking down an empty sidewalk, passing by stores and shops, not really looking to buy but Rika insisted that a walk would refresh any mind, especially ones that followed little tantrums.

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I have no idea who sends them. all the marking seems to be is a crude representation of my gem scraped onto the box or whatever they give as a way of addressing it. 

I started getting them almost a year after we settled in. its usually small toys and objects for the lapeeps to play with and chew up, but there is the occasional… surprise.

A lot of the things I got early on seemed to be essentials that I didn’t know were essential, like how the lapeeps really enjoying playing in and around the water. in fact, water seems to behave very strangely around them. it was one of the things I didn’t bother with researching when trying out different elements of basic bird care from the start since gems don’t require it like organic life.

Who knew gems like these would enjoy these toys so much? I mean, I guess this person does. the mental stimulation seems to have greatly improved their health with the bonus of keeping them occupied while I can work nearby.

Oh yeah, sometimes theres something in the gifts for me too.

I wish I could thank them.

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“ I asked you…Where you got that…?” Teddy said barely holding onto his temper 

Thalia remained silent which only made him angrier…her silence confirmed it and it made him want to hit someone… moreover it made him want to hit the man - NO. Boy that had marked his daughter like that. What pissed him off more was the fact that he didn’t think Thalia truly knew what it meant.. Teddy realising he couldn’t be in there anymore turned to look away “ i can’t look at you right now. We will discuss this later.” he snapped. 

Thalia stared off as her dad stormed out of her room. “ fuck” she thought to herself… his reaction hadn’t been what she expected she had expected him to scream and yell but somehow this was worse.

anonymous asked:

Can I ask for Jeddy 31?? :)

Kiss me


It had been three days since they’d last spoken. Well, technically three days and two hours. James had figured it all out as he stared at the dorm ceiling, the 2:00 AM moonlight only just lighting up the designs on the ceiling.

James wasn’t even sure he could call it a fight. It had felt like so much more than that. Teddy was in his seventh year. He was busy. He had things to do, a future to prepare for… James understood that. He’d assured Teddy that he understood that. But that didn’t stop him from slipping up and lashing out.

They had been in the library, three days and two hours ago, Teddy’s nose deep in a book. James had wanted to tear that book out of his hands and toss it out the window. He remembers thinking that was something Teddy would have found funny a few years back. Even the year before.

“T, please. I’ve barely seen you all year and- and it’s almost summer holiday and then I’m really not going to see you because, y’know, your auror internship- not to mention my mum and dad. We’ll have to sneak around even more than we do here… C’mon we can just find a cupboard. Ten minute tops, I just want to see you.“

Teddy had sighed in a way that reminded James way to much of the way his father sighed when he was exasperated with him or stressed, and looked up at James with tired eyes, a forefinger and thumb rubbing at his temple,

“James, I thought we’d been over this.”

He said it in such a exasperated tone that James involuntarily shrunk back some in his chair, “I- I just didn’t think-“

“I have to know all this. I need to pass exams I can’t just take a break every time you get bored.”

James felt his chest squeeze uncomfortably, “I’m not bored. Excuse me if I want to spend time with my boyfriend.”

Teddy cut him off with a shush and a hard look, “Don’t say that here! Jesus James, do you want someone to catch us?”

James was silent for a beat, heart falling into more and more pieces with every moment that Teddy shot him a look, then shook his head and returning to his book. Like he was some immature child who’d done wrong.

Finally, James swallowed thickly, “Do you?”

Teddy just huffed at his page, “What’s that suppose to mean?”

“What does it mean? Oh, well let’s think about it shall we?” James felt heat rising up his neck, “You won’t kiss me in even a deserted public place, at home you won’t even let our hands touch…” James bit his lip, the anger spreading, “You won’t even look at me if there are too many people in the room. You won’t let me say the word-“

Teddy jumped, his hand shifting like he wanted to reach out and cover James’ mouth. James’ heart dropped from its place in his chest. He sat back in his chair, eyes hard and on Teddy.

He watched Teddy try to recover, try to play off the movement, but his eyes were already guilty and he sighed again. He sighed that awful sigh that seemed to be new this year.

“James-“

“Don’t. Just-“ James slid his chair back from the table, grabbing his bag, “Just don’t.”

As James turned to leave he felt fingers close around his wrist, yanking him back around.

Wait. Just-“ Teddy, despite having barely moved, seemed out of breath, “Just wait.” He pushed his fingers through his hair, “I don’t- I don’t mean to. I- James, you have to understand.”

“I don’t understand!” He felt a bitter laugh escape him, “Fuck, how could I understand? I thought we were… We use to be… us. You use to kiss me every chance you got…” James’ voice dropped, the old memories flashing painfully behind his eyes, “You use to squeeze my hand when you knew no one could see…” He watched emotions flicker across Teddy’s face. He desperately tried to read them, “You use to say it was just because people wouldn’t approve but… God, we’re older now, T. It’s- I…” He swallowed thickly, eyebrows drawn together.

“What changed?” James breathed.

“Nothing.” Teddy pleaded, “God, nothing has changed. Jamie, I-“

“Then kiss me.”

Teddy stuttered, “W-what?”

“Prove it.” James said shortly, “If nothing has changed, then you would kiss me right here, right now.”

James looked him in the eye, trying not to let it show how desperate he was for Teddy to obey. But as the seconds ticked by, he felt his face crumbling.

Because Teddy just stood there, looking around at the bookshelves where you could only just see students immersed in study. Finally, Teddy looked back at James, eyes desperate and pleading.

“Please, James…“

James felt his shoulders sag, his heart tumble lower and lower. It might as well be rolling across the floor now for someone to walk all over. The weight of the truth hung heavy on his shoulders.

“Kiss me, Teddy.” He whispered.

The older boy stood there. He opened and closed his mouth a few times but other that he remained frozen to the spot. Only his eyes flitted around, searching James’ face. They were guilty and sad and conflicted.

“Teddy…” James’ voice broke.

Because was this it? James wanted to plead with him to not end it this way. Fuck, he would do anything not to have it end this way.

But Teddy just stared at him.

And James adjusted his bag on his shoulder, send Teddy one last pained look, but then had to turn away and hurry out of the library to hide the stinging tears rapidly forming.

It had been three days and 2 and a half hours.

And James wasn’t sure how he would make it to three days and three.


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Review - 14x03

Hey guys,

Welcome back to our weekly review of the show. @jordan202 ​ here. Today we will talk about the third ep of the season.

And OMG. What an amazing episode!

Originally posted by i-am-a-lucky-artefact

I confess I have been busy this morning so I haven’t got around to read a lot of opinions and post-mortems of the episode, which means this review is totally unbiased. Let’s go.

Episode 3 starts with what we already imagined: Amelia is dealing with the aftermath of finding out about her brain tumor and she’s decided to keep quiet about it until she knows more. At some point during the week, she got a brain biopsy (lol I’d like to know who performed it), and it confirmed she has a grade I meningioma. 

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Do Not Scan my Balls

Originally posted by galaahaad

Title: Do Not Scan My Balls
Summary: Dorian razzing John about sex with the reader.
Rating: PG-13, R
Word Count: 1,234 (WHAT THE FUCK MAN)
Warnings: Sexual content
Tags: @outside-the-government @dolamrothianlady @yourtropegirl @imagineangryspacegrump @medicatemedrmccoy @imoutofmyvulcanmind @imaginenterprise

A/N: You all are some lucky ducks cause this goes against my policy but its been such a crappy day that I hope this will lifts spirits. Also the block print is Dorian speaking in your voice


John looked over at Y/N and kissed her head before pulling his shoes on for work. The night before had been the most fun and relaxing nights he had in a while. In the early hours of the morning John had just laid in bed and watched the woman next to him. The way her hair fell across her face and the way her nose wrinkled up when a piece would run over. He was so peaceful and happy that he didn’t want to go to work but duty calls.

           John and Y/N had been together for six months before last night happened. It was his secret, his beautiful secret. But with a partner like Dorian, that secret could only last so long. John knew he was in for it when he picked Dorian up and started on their way to a crime scene. “Your humming and smile suggest you did something different last night.” Ignoring him was working and John doesn’t hum, does he? “The scans of your hormones and testicles suggest the same, that you had company last night.”

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anonymous asked:

I'm dying for number 13!

A/N: a little shorty fluff fic. I promise I’m working on Zephyr chapter 2, just had a crazy week. Hopefully I’ll finish it soon :)

Also available on FF and Ao3!


Assuage

Another piercing wail rips through Harry’s flat as he paces back and forth and Teddy’s face turns redder in a non-metamorphmagus related change.  He sighs in frustration, running his hand over Teddy’s back, and the baby quiets for a moment, drawing a shuddering breath before his cries resume.  “Teddy please.  What is it, little man?”

He walks Teddy toward the entryway and miraculously hears a knock at the door over the din.  Pausing, Harry presses his eye to the peephole and finds his elderly neighbor on the other side.

Harry glances toward Teddy’s luckily mousy brown mop and tugs the door open with an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, Millie.  Little Ted’s having a rough go of it.”

The older woman adjusts her deep blue cardigan and brushes aside his explanations and gestures toward his flat.  “Could I come in?  I’ve more experience with little ones than you might think.”

Millie was the first neighbor he’d met when he moved in, and Harry had accompanied her on trips to the market on more than one occasion.  She also had a tendency to drop by with leftover casseroles and roasts she just happened to have, although Harry knew from their shared outings Millie made it a habit to overbuy and bluster past his protestations.

Grinning sheepishly, Harry holds the door open for her and she settles onto the couch comfortably as Teddy’s whimpers continue.  “I’ll assume you’ve done all the usual things – nappy, feeding, burping?”

Harry nods his assent and she considers him for a moment.  “You may want to try the kangaroo method.”

His brow furrows in question and Millie smiles kindly, “I was a midwife, back in my youth.  Haven’t practiced in a long while, but I know my babies.”

Tugging the rocking chair from the corner, Harry presses a comforting kiss to Teddy’s flushed forehead and nods for Millie to explain.  “Kangaroos?”

She laughs lightly, “Skin to skin contact sometimes makes the baby calm.  He’ll hear your heart beat and feel comforted by the warmth. Among other things you likely don’t care about.”

“So he’ll stop crying if I-” Harry cuts off, blushing at the thought of disrobing in front of his neighbor, and Millie catches his hesitation.

“Don’t you worry, dear. I’ll be off so you can try my theory. He should go down to his nappy, and you’ll need to take off your jumper.  Skin to skin.” And she’s off with a wink and a wave, calling out reminders about their trip to the shops on Saturday.

As soon as he twists the lock on the door, Harry’s already settling Teddy on the couch while he strips himself of his jumper and t-shirt before removing Teddy’s onesie.  “Worth a try, eh?”

Gently, Harry lifts Teddy to his now bare shoulder; the baby’s tiny ear pressed over his heart, and miraculously, Teddy’s steady cries slow to quiet hiccups.  “That’s it mate.”

He’s swaying and absentmindedly singing one of Celestina Warbeck’s ballads Mrs Weasley loves so much when the floo flares behind him.  “Well isn’t this a pleasant surprise.”

Blushing, Harry turns to find Ginny slowly drinking his semi-clad state in with a smirk.  Until she notices Teddy’s glassy eyes.  “Teddy Bear have a rough day?”

She brushes a kiss over Teddy’s pale head, then gives Harry’s cheek the same treatment before she disappears in search of the loo.

By the time Ginny returns, Harry’s already settled him into his cot and pulled the door shut with a quiet snick.  He’s pulling his t-shirt back on and Ginny sighs dejectedly, “Don’t get dressed on my account.”

Harry laughs and slumps back onto the couch, pulling his jumper from behind him where it’s bunched uncomfortably against the cushions.  For the first time in an hour it’s quiet and his arms aren’t juggling a wiggly and highly unhappy baby, so he melts into the worn fabric, green eyes disappearing behind his lids.

Blindly, he stretches a hand toward where he thinks his girlfriend still stands and soon enough she’s tucked into his side. Her steady breaths are brushing across his collarbone when he mumbles hesitantly, “Y’really like it?”

Ginny pushes back, hand on his thigh, and Harry opens his eyes to find her questioning gaze resting on him.  “Really like what?”

Whatever sleep deprived haze gave him the momentary courage to broach the topic seems to have abandoned him and Harry stumbles for some plausible alternative answer but he’s never been able to scramble successfully when Ginny’s brown eyes pin him in place. “My – you know.”

Lips twitching, Ginny refuses to relent, “I’m afraid I don’t, dear.”

“My body,” Harry barely whispers, and Ginny gapes at him wordlessly.  His flush rises in full blast and he starts to pull away but Ginny’s freckled hands pin him in place, squeezing at his shoulders.  “Did you really just ask me that?”

“Er- yeah?”

Slowly, carefully, Ginny settles her knees on either side of his hips, “Perhaps show would be better than tell.”