Besties for life❤️🖕
After James and Sirius replaced all of Lily's quills with self writing ones that only wrote love poems about James, Lily and Remus spent two weeks pretending they were dating. Holding hands in the common room. Sharing snacks. Sitting in each other’s laps. Sirius was losing his mind. James cried. Twice.
I’m adding this 😭😭
Love doesn’t just blush and flutter. It aches. It stumbles. It leaks through the cracks, even when a character is trying to play it cool. Here’s what love looks like when it’s happening in the body before the character’s brave enough to say it.
╰ They lean in—and don’t realize it.
It’s instinct. Subconscious. Like their body is quietly screaming, closer. A slow drift during conversation. A head tilted slightly too far. A step forward they don’t take back.
╰ They can’t quite make eye contact—but they can’t stop looking.
They glance. Look away. Glance again. Maybe their gaze drops to the mouth. Maybe it hovers on the hands. Eye contact is too dangerous, it sees too much, but looking away entirely? Impossible.
╰ They fidget in specific, revealing ways.
Tugging sleeves. Adjusting jewelry. Touching their mouth when the other person talks. These aren’t nervous tics, they’re little release valves for all the don’t-say-it-don’t-feel-it energy.
╰ They mirror the other person.
Their gestures sync. Their laughs overlap. They cross their arms a beat after the other person does, and don’t even notice. Their body’s doing the bonding for them.
╰ They hover instead of touching.
The space between two people in love-but-not-there-yet is holy. Brushing hands. Shared drinks. Standing so close their shoulders almost touch, but never quite. Like if they make contact, it’s game over.
NEW FIC!
‘Strictly romancing’
First chapter
Wolfstar
My_Leige123
FUCK THE SUPREME COURT!!!!
POV: the gremlin next to you is doing some friendly scetching…
slughorn: you’re too young to be tired, mr. lupin
remus: and you’re too old to be alive yet here we are
Amen to the rings
Sirius wears rings just to see the way Remus stares at his hands like they’re a religious experience.