Hii! Can You Write Headcanons For What It Would Be Like For A Female Reader To Share A Dorm With Marauders?(since
Hii! Can you write headcanons for what it would be like for a female reader to share a dorm with marauders?(since first year) Maybe like girls dorms were full?? I know it makes no sense but Thanks in advance đ
of course, lovely! thank you for the request <3 this is my first time writing headcanons so please be kind!!
headcanons of roommate!marauders x fem!reader

⢠james would get up early in the morning and wake the whole dorm up with how noisy he is. and sirius would sleep in till noon, literally nothing can wake him from his slumber
⢠the whole dorm room smells atrocious, obviously, because theyâre teenage boys. sirius, remus and jamesâ beds would always be messy so it would be up to you and peter to make sure the whole room doesnât rot with decay
⢠when james comes back from quidditch practice drenched in sweat, the first thing he does is hug you because he knows you hate being touched when heâs all musty and sweaty
⢠sirius is super clingy and annoying, always invades your personal space and sits / lies down on your bed. you act like it annoys you but he knows you secretly find it endearing
⢠you love to borrow remusâ cardigans and siriusâ leather jackets. and they love letting you wear them
⢠peter climbs into your bed sometimes late at night to confide in you, youâre the only one he really trusts not to judge him
⢠remus sometimes sneaks into your bed when he canât fall asleep. he will never admit it, but your presence and holding your hand helps him fall asleep
⢠and sometimes when you canât sleep, you ask remus to read to you because it calms you
⢠you can always hear james and sirius going over to each otherâs beds
⢠sirius loves it when you help him braid his hair and do his makeup. sometimes you braid his hair when heâs asleep. he wakes up and his heart swells with affection when he sees his hair, especially if youâve braided flowers into it
⢠james brings you breakfast when youâre too tired and end up sleeping in. he always makes sure youâre taking care of yourself and ensures that youâre not overworking yourself
⢠they definitely give you a marauder nickname, and james and sirius love to tease you with nicknames like âdoveâ or âdarlingâ sometimes just to see you flustered
⢠subtle touches! james for one is all for affection, gives you hugs like every other day. remus wonât say much, but heâll always have a gentle hand on the small of your back or your shoulder. sirius wraps his arm around your shoulder or loops your arm through his, and peter likes to hold your hand
⢠you guys have movie nights sometimes, and sirius always wants to watch a horror film but you never do because it freaks peter out
⢠they force you to be involved in prank planning, and it turns out you always have the most fun, sneaky ideas. james and sirius would be so proud of you
⢠since youâre dorm mates, you become really good friends. the boys tease you in private, but if anyone dares to do so in public then they become fiercely protective of you
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Hello. I donât really know how to do this properly
Can you make something where the reader is like two/three years younger then the marauders and like grew up next to James so heâs like her older brother type thing? Completely fine if not but this has been stuck in my head
(zero romance pls if you do pls)
thank you so much for the request!! ⥠i tried to play around with the plot a little :)
always | j.p.



tw: fluff
james potter x reader (platonic)
Your hands instinctively come up to shield your face as confetti rains down in the Great Hall for the third time that evening.
A frown settles on your face as you slowly lower your arms, feeling the split second when your hand comes into contact with a drink on the refreshments table and knocks it to the ground. A frustrated groan escapes your lips.
You flick the remnants of the drink off your hand and sigh, moving away from the table to go lean on another wall. You shuffle your way through the various couples giggling and dancing and snogging, feeling your resentment grow by the second. Once youâve safely reached the other side of the mob in the middle of the hall, your eyes rake over the place.
As usual, Hogwarts was shimmering with splendour for the annual ball. Fairy lights adorned the ceilings, and decorated tables were laden with every type of food you could think of. The long tables in the centre had been cleared to allow for dancing, while the Weird Sisters played popular tunes at the front of the hall.
You tried not to let it get to you, but as you awkwardly shuffle around to make way for couples trying to get past you, a dull ache makes its way into your heart.
Kingsley Shacklebolt had very sweetly asked you to the school dance a couple of days ago and you had agreed. The whole evening had been spent in preparation for tonight, doing makeup with the girls and putting on your lovely dress adorned with golden butterflies. But Kingsley fell terribly ill an hour before the dance, and couldnât muster the strength to even get out of bed.
It was unfortunate, something you were so looking forward to going wrong like this. Especially since you really really liked Kingsley.
You sigh, loneliness and embarrassment starting to get the better of you as you resign yourself to staying as an onlooker. Couples fade in and out of your vision, twirling and prancing around. A huff of resentment escapes you as you try not to glare too hard at those having fun.
Just when you stand up straight, deciding that there was no point staying, you feel a hand on your shoulder and startle. Turning around, you come face-to-face with a grinning James Potter.
âHey Pickle. You doing good?â he asks, his smile widening as he sees the frown on your face.
That was what James had called you since you first met on the Hogwarts express years ago, a timid first-year crashing straight into the most popular third-year in the school. You bumped into him while holding a jar of pickles (god knows why), and ended up hurling them all over him. He laughed it off while you apologised incessantly and cleaned him up. He thought you were adorable.
That day, James pestered you about yourself till you snapped, and the two of you were inseparable ever since.
âNo, Potty. Iâm not doing good. Kingsleyâs sick,â you mutter, trying to veil the hurt in your voice with anger. He lets out a sympathetic coo and softens, his hand moving down to take yours.
You sigh, your anger dissipating to leave disappointment. âIâm gonna leave,â you murmur, turning around to get to the door. But his grip on your hand remains firm. You turn back around, brows furrowed in confusion.
He's smiling at you, tugging on your hand with that mischievous James Potter twinkle in his eyes. âCome on, Pickle.â
âWhat?â
âCome on. One dance?â
âJame-â
âPickle! Youâre no fun. Pleaaaaase?â
You groan, mocking reluctance as you let yourself be led by him as he pulls you to the dance floor. âI canât dance.â
âYou donât have to, I can do it well enough for the both of us,â James grins. He wraps his arm around your waist, takes your hand in his other one.
He pokes at your hand, gesturing for you to put it on his shoulder. You sigh and do as youâre told. He gives you a small smile and you soften, unable to help smiling back in return.
As the two of you position yourself, the loud manic pop music previously playing comes to an end. A gasp escapes you, your eyes lighting up as you hear the first notes of âO Childrenâ start to play. A childhood favourite, your mumâs go-to song to sing.
James chuckles, slowly starting to sway you along to the beat.
âLift up your voice, lift up your voiceâŚâ
You move along with him, closing your eyes and feeling the rhythm.
âChildren!...â
Jamesâ footing is perfect, yours is haphazard. His movements are elegant, yours rusty. His dancing on beat, yours attempting to be. But the smile that graces both of your faces is the same.
âRejoice, rejoiceâŚâ
A giggle escapes you as he twirls you around, both of you bursting out into laughter as you trip on his shoe and your face lands smack on his chest. None of you pull away.
You stay like that for a while, your face buried in your shoulder as he holds you close. The two of you move from side to side in time with the music. You melt into his touch, feeling all your disappointment disappear as you tenderly dance to the soft tune.
âThanks, James,â you murmur gratefully. He smiles down at you.
âHey, none of that. Youâre my Pickle - of course I had to pester you to dance, I always will,â he chuckles, ruffling your hair. You grin into his shoulder, playfully punching him in the stomach.
âAnd this song better be playing at your wedding. I need to show everyone, especially your future husband, just how much you suck at dancing.â
âJames!â
He laughs, wincing as you pull away to smack him on the shoulder. He pushes you back, but catches you before you tumble to the floor. The two of you are clutching your stomachs and each otherâs hands.
You and James dissolve into heaps of laughter and joy, just like you always do.
OMG You're so underratedâď¸âď¸ Im obsessed with your writing
aww thank you angel!! iâm glad you like it <3
Hi i was wondering if you could do a poly wolfstar fic with a fem reader where she feels left out of the relationship because they start to drifting apart which then leads to them breaking up. But then Sirius and Remus realises what they did wrong but reader just doesnt want to because shes scared they'll leave her out again.đ
hi angel! thank you for the request âĄ
meant to be | poly!wolfstar



part 1 | part 2
tw: angst
poly!wolfstar x reader
You lean against the doorway, quietly observing them. Something you always seem to be doing these days. Your eyes rake over Sirius, with his legs propped up on one arm of the couch while his head lies in Remusâ lap.
Sirius laughs, and the smile Remus gives him while he strokes his hair is so full of love. It makes you wonder if Remus thought he personally strung up all the stars in the sky or something.
You try not to let it get to you but it does anyway, that same stinging sensation in your chest, as though someone had pierced your heart.
It felt silly to feel as hurt as you did. The boys were so hopelessly in love, it was endearing. They had claimed to love you the same way too just a few weeks ago. When they first proclaimed their love, it felt surreal. Perfect. But now, it felt like a chore.
Not to you, never to you. Loving them would never feel like a chore to you, you were sure of that. But what if they felt that way? What if you were just an experiment gone wrong?
Maybe you were just overthinking the whole thing. Or maybe this relationship was a mistake.
Sirius and Remus perfectly complemented each other already, it was like Remus was a container and Sirius was water. And you were the lid that just never fit right. Remus was calm, peaceful, loving. Sirius was fun, snarky, and full of affection.
What were you? Just a random girl who had the fortune of stumbling across the lovely couple.
They hadnât done anything in particular to upset you, they never would. But it was the way they instinctively walked closer together, their fingers interlaced. The way they glanced at each other, having silent conversations you would never understand. How they seemed to know everything about the other, from every inch of his skin to every thought in his head.
It was like they could see colours you couldnât see, speak a language you didnât understand.
You told yourself it was fine, they had just known each other longer. They stayed in the same dorm room and took the same classes, of course they were bound to be closer.
But wasnât that exactly the problem? Their lives were inexplicably intertwined, and it felt like you were trying to wedge yourself in. It left you feeling like the side character in your own story.
You heard your name and snapped out of your daze, blinking as you find Sirius grinning stupidly at you from where he lazed on the sofa. His expression softens when your eyes meet his. âLove, come over here! Weâve been looking for you all day.â
That was a lie, your brain screamed at you. You spotted them chatting in lessons, eating together at the Great Hall, taking a walk in the garden. They were not looking for you, it was a lie.
Remus smiles softly, beckoning you over. You will yourself to move, to go sit with your boyfriends, but itâs like your legs have turned to stone.
You silently stand there, watching them. You try to muster a smile or open your mouth to say something. But nothing comes out except for a quiet wrangled sort of noise.
Remus looks at you strangely. Sirius frowns, his eyebrows creasing. He pushes his palms down on the couch, elbows buckling as he sits up a bit. âY/N, baby? Why donât you come on over?â
You watch Remus gently move his fingers to Siriusâ forehead to smoothen the lines between his eyebrows, and him turning around to give the sandy-haired boy a lovesick smile. That simple action causes the last ounce of willpower in you to break.
You clench your fists to stop your hands from trembling as you suck in a deep breath, feeling the ache in your chest start to grow. Was it jealousy? Anger? Hurt?
Sirius seemed ready to move to your side right that moment, looking utterly confused as to what was wrong. But Remus kept his hand wrapped around Siriusâ bicep, a silent order to let you be.
âAngel,â Remus breathes quietly. You visibly flinch at the term of endearment, not missing the flash of hurt across his face which he quickly replaced with his usual stoicism.
Your heart was thudding so loudly you wondered if the boys could hear it. You swallow the lump in your throat, stuck between wanting to burn the bridges between you or to walk across them.
âIâŚâ your voice comes out scratchy as you try to explain yourself. You clear your throat, watching Siriusâs frown deepen and Remus bite his lip anxiously.
âI donât think I want to,â you say quietly, feeling your heart sink to your stomach. You knew Remus would understand, always the perceptive one. It was obvious in the way his eyes widened and his grip on Sirius loosened.
But Sirius just tilts his head, looking at you quizzically. âOkayâŚ? You can sit on the other couch then. You can sit anywhere you want to, love.â
You wince, glancing at Remus for help. But heâs looking at you with that sad look on his face now, the one he only wears when he sees Sirius crying after receiving a letter from home, or when you show up at Hogwarts after the holidays with bruises all over. Did it really hurt him that much?
A sigh escapes you as you decide to try to be gentle with it. Thatâs the least you could do, after the boys had so generously let you in on their already perfect relationship. You suck in a shaky breath, mustering the courage to croak out the words.
âItâs not about the couch, Siri. I⌠I mean this,â you mutter, gesturing between the three of you. Immediately, your head ducks down, scared of what youâll find if you look back up at them.
An uncomfortable silence is cast over the room, the kind that makes your skin crawl. A beat of quietness passes before you find the strength to raise your head, peeking at the boys. Sirius looks cracked open, his face a picture of anguish.
âWhat?â he rasps out. Remusâ features are tight with something that looks like grief, his hand ghosting over Siriusâ ankle to provide the little comfort he can.
The croakiness of his voice makes your heart feel like itâs being cleaved in two. But you knew you had to do this. For your sake, and for theirs.
âI canât do this anymore,â you mumble in a rush, eager to get it out and not have to endure watching them in pain for too long. Sirius stays silent, his lips pursed so tight you think he might burst into tears.
âWhy?â Remus asks quietly, gaze still trained onto yours as he rubs circles onto Siriusâ ankle comfortingly. âI⌠I donât fit in. You guys are perfect for each other. But I just donât fit in,â you admit, feeling guilt clawing at you. âThis just isnât working,â
âWeâll make it work,â Sirius says immediately, and the sincerity in his voice almost makes you want to concede. But you know thatâs not possible. âJust⌠just tell us what weâre doing wrong, weâll fix it. I swear.â
Remus nods slowly, looking at you expectantly. The hope on their faces make you feel like the worst person in the world as you give them all you have to offer - a small shake of your head.
âBut love,â Sirius murmurs, his voice cracking. âWhy⌠what⌠where did we mess up?â
âIt wasnât you guys,â you say immediately, even though it was. You just canât bear to see the pain etched on the black-haired boyâs face. âItâs just not meant to be. Weâre better off as friends.â
âBut we love you,â Remus speaks up quietly. Sirius nods earnestly.
âI canât,â you say, relieved that your voice comes out evenly. Itâs a miracle with how hard youâre fighting to hold back tears. âI canât do this. The both of you are always together, and I'm not blaming you for it. Itâs in your nature to be together-â
âItâs in your nature to be with us too, dove,â Sirius says, the anguish in his voice leaving to make way for pure sadness.
âItâs not,â your voice coming out as a pathetic sob. âIâm not like you guys. Iâm not fun, I donât take the same classes, I donât ever get what you mean. Weâre just not right for each other.â
You think you can see something break in Remus when you utter that last sentence. Sirius bites down on his quivering lip and wraps his arms around himself, as though physically restraining himself from pulling you into a hug.
This isnât the first time theyâve ignored what you said, isnât the first time they didnât respond. It happened on a daily basis, for Merlinâs sake. But this is the only time it hurt as much as it did right now.
You glance at them one last time, heart breaking at their pained expressions. But none of them say a word as you turn around and leave the room, letting you go all too easily.
Perhaps you were just not meant to be.
I am BEGGING on my knees for a part two to "Meant to be" đ§ââď¸đ§ââď¸đ§ââď¸
your wish is my command, sweetheart!! here is part 2. thank you guys so much for all the love on part 1 âĄ
meant to be | poly!wolfstar (part 2)



part 1 | part 2
tw: angst, hurt/comfort
poly!wolfstar x reader
The chillness radiating off the wall behind you does nothing to ease your pain as you slump to the ground outside the common room.
You press your fingertips to your lips, nibbling on your nails anxiously as you feel the hot tears dribble down your cheeks.
It was over. Your relationship with Sirius and Remus was over, and it was all your fault. You had ruined it.
It had felt like the right decision two minutes ago when you were admitting your troubles in the common room. It had felt like something you had to do for the past few weeks, whenever you saw the boys together without you, whenever you felt like an extra in their relationship.
So why did it feel like there was a gaping hole in your heart? Why did it feel like your insides had just been clawed out and crushed to pieces?Â
This was your doing, your choice, you told yourself. No point mourning for a relationship that was already dead.Â
Maybe Sirius and Remus were bubbling with laughter and cuddling in the common room right now. You really hoped that they were glad to be rid of you, because it was worth feeling this hurt if it meant they were happy.
As your thoughts of culpability begin to consume you, your vision starts to blur with tears. You lean your head against the wall, eyes closing as a soft sob escapes your lips.Â
It was dawning upon you that you really had lost the boys you loved, and there was nothing you could do about it.
You freeze, your train of thought evaporating into thin air when you suddenly feel a hand on your cheek, thumbing the tears away.
You could recognise his touch anywhere, hands calloused from animalistic tendencies but gentle as a lamb when he traced hearts on your skin.
Eyes fluttering open, you come face to face with Remus, his beautiful face scrunched up in a sullen frown. Your vision flickers over to Sirius, standing behind him.
Sirius looks unsteady on his feet, swaying slightly from side to side with bloodshot eyes and tear tracks on his cheeks. Your heart feels heavy in your chest, and you know you probably look just as bad as he does. He was gazing at you with an unfamiliar desperation in his eyes, which truly, really mortified you. And to think you thought he would be pleased with the breakup - god, you were horrible.
âDove,â Remus breathes out in a quiet rasp, drawing your attention back to him. You will your heart to stay intact as you look into his hazel eyes, but you feel it breaking anyway. Not a single word comes out your mouth knowing full well that you would break down into a sobbing mess if you spoke. You avert your gaze and opt to stare at the ground instead.
âHey, look at me, please,â he whispers, rubbing your cheek again with those stupidly lovely hands and looking at you with those disgustingly pretty eyes and all the love in the world that you wished that you could die. You quietly raise your head to look at Remus again, and he offers you a small, forced smile to compensate you for your effort. âThereâs my girl,â he murmurs.
His hand suddenly retracts from your face, and you hate to admit it but you miss his warmth immediately. His eyes widen slightly, and itâs like he remembered that youâre not his girl anymore. Youâre not his.Â
Thereâs a beat of sad silence as all of you sit with the fact that things werenât the same as they used to be, maybe they never would be.
âY/n,â Sirius croaks out, breaking the silence as you whip your head up to look at his grief-stricken face. Itâs not so much the brokenness of his voice as the fact that he isnât trying to hide it which hurts your heart. âCan we⌠can we please just talk this out? Please?â
He takes a small wobbly step toward you, extending his hand. You feel the sirens in your head start to sound loudly. Should you give him your hand? Should you give him your heart again?
You despise the feeling of longing which immediately strikes you. The desire to feel Siriusâ fingers intertwined with yours again, the wish to hold him in your arms, the need to wipe those tears from his lovely face. You wished things to be as they once were, his arms around your waist and lips on your forehead. Remusâ head on your lap as you combed your fingers through his hair, eyes fleetingly meeting before smiles full of love were passed around. It wasnât just a relationship, it was a home. It was achingly sacred.
That home was broken, tarnished. Maybe it had been broken since the day you fell in love with them. Maybe it had been torn apart when they carried their relationship along without you. Or maybe you had ruined it when you told them you wanted no part in this affair anymore.
But if there was one thing you knew, it was that things that were broken could be fixed. You knew this fact like the back of your hand, from the countless times Remus had uttered those exact words to you when you were dissolving into a mess of tears and panic. You knew the words from when Sirius murmured them softly in your ear, stroking your hair as you sobbed yourself half to death. When you were trapped under the debris of problems that was your life, broken and scarred, they had pulled you out. They had fixed you.
Undeniably, Sirius and Remus had made their fair share of mistakes, unintentionally shunning you from the best parts of their relationship. They had torn your heart apart, but they fixed it up every single time they kissed you or smiled at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. Those fleeting moments had made all the hurt seem like nothing.
So who were you to deny the boys your affection? Even when they made mistakes, it was okay; because they loved you, and that was enough. You knew they might stumble and they may mess things up, but they would always get back up and take your hand just to look into your eyes and hold your hands. The sheer force of their love would be enough to overcome their shortcomings, you were sure of it.
So when Sirius stretches out his palm towards you, you wrap your hand around his. Remus watches on quietly, wide eyes darting between the both of you.Â
Siriusâ face lights up immediately, a hint of relief in his eyes. It looks like all the tension has left his features as he gives you a small smile. Your lips curve upwards in a soft smile. âYeah, I think⌠I think we can talk about it. Iâm sorry for just walking out on you guys like that.â
âNo, angel,â Remus retorts immediately, standing up and wrapping an arm around your waist to haul you up as well. âItâs not your fault at all. We⌠we screwed up, big time. We were blind to your feelings, and weâre really fucking sorry for that,â he sighs, running a hand through his hair defeatedly.Â
âBut weâre gonna do better. Weâre gonna make it work,â Sirius pipes up uncharacteristically firmly, his hand squeezing yours reassuringly. Remus nods, lifting his gaze to look at you as well. âYeah, for you. Weâre gonna try harder just for you.â Seeing the determination and love on their faces involuntarily melts your heart and brings a smile to your face, a real one this time.
The hint of happiness on your face is a big enough victory for them, Siriusâ smile morphing into a usual full-blown grin, and Remusâ arm tightening around your waist as he pulls you into his side. He moves you towards the common room, Siriusâ hand still tightly gripping yours. âWeâre gonna talk about it, but not after some much-deserved cuddles and hot chocolate,â Remus murmurs, a small grin gracing his face when he sees the smile on your lips. The three of you walk in that awfully awkward position, you pressed against Remus with your hand tightly gripping Siriusâ.
But you wouldnât have it any other way. Just like this relationship, which had its ups and downs. That was especially the case for a three-way affair, something foreign to all of you. You were bound to slip up and you were bound to make mistakes.
But you loved them, and they loved you. That was all that mattered.
Hello. I donât really know how to do this properly
Can you make something where the reader is like two/three years younger then the marauders and like grew up next to James so heâs like her older brother type thing? Completely fine if not but this has been stuck in my head
(zero romance pls if you do pls)
thank you so much for the request!! ⥠i tried to play around with the plot a little :)
always | j.p.



tw: fluff
james potter x reader (platonic)
Your hands instinctively come up to shield your face as confetti rains down in the Great Hall for the third time that evening.
A frown settles on your face as you slowly lower your arms, feeling the split second when your hand comes into contact with a drink on the refreshments table and knocks it to the ground. A frustrated groan escapes your lips.
You flick the remnants of the drink off your hand and sigh, moving away from the table to go lean on another wall. You shuffle your way through the various couples giggling and dancing and snogging, feeling your resentment grow by the second. Once youâve safely reached the other side of the mob in the middle of the hall, your eyes rake over the place.
As usual, Hogwarts was shimmering with splendour for the annual ball. Fairy lights adorned the ceilings, and decorated tables were laden with every type of food you could think of. The long tables in the centre had been cleared to allow for dancing, while the Weird Sisters played popular tunes at the front of the hall.
You tried not to let it get to you, but as you awkwardly shuffle around to make way for couples trying to get past you, a dull ache makes its way into your heart.
Kingsley Shacklebolt had very sweetly asked you to the school dance a couple of days ago and you had agreed. The whole evening had been spent in preparation for tonight, doing makeup with the girls and putting on your lovely dress adorned with golden butterflies. But Kingsley fell terribly ill an hour before the dance, and couldnât muster the strength to even get out of bed.
It was unfortunate, something you were so looking forward to going wrong like this. Especially since you really really liked Kingsley.
You sigh, loneliness and embarrassment starting to get the better of you as you resign yourself to staying as an onlooker. Couples fade in and out of your vision, twirling and prancing around. A huff of resentment escapes you as you try not to glare too hard at those having fun.
Just when you stand up straight, deciding that there was no point staying, you feel a hand on your shoulder and startle. Turning around, you come face-to-face with a grinning James Potter.
âHey Pickle. You doing good?â he asks, his smile widening as he sees the frown on your face.
That was what James had called you since you first met on the Hogwarts express years ago, a timid first-year crashing straight into the most popular third-year in the school. You bumped into him while holding a jar of pickles (god knows why), and ended up hurling them all over him. He laughed it off while you apologised incessantly and cleaned him up. He thought you were adorable.
That day, James pestered you about yourself till you snapped, and the two of you were inseparable ever since.
âNo, Potty. Iâm not doing good. Kingsleyâs sick,â you mutter, trying to veil the hurt in your voice with anger. He lets out a sympathetic coo and softens, his hand moving down to take yours.
You sigh, your anger dissipating to leave disappointment. âIâm gonna leave,â you murmur, turning around to get to the door. But his grip on your hand remains firm. You turn back around, brows furrowed in confusion.
He's smiling at you, tugging on your hand with that mischievous James Potter twinkle in his eyes. âCome on, Pickle.â
âWhat?â
âCome on. One dance?â
âJame-â
âPickle! Youâre no fun. Pleaaaaase?â
You groan, mocking reluctance as you let yourself be led by him as he pulls you to the dance floor. âI canât dance.â
âYou donât have to, I can do it well enough for the both of us,â James grins. He wraps his arm around your waist, takes your hand in his other one.
He pokes at your hand, gesturing for you to put it on his shoulder. You sigh and do as youâre told. He gives you a small smile and you soften, unable to help smiling back in return.
As the two of you position yourself, the loud manic pop music previously playing comes to an end. A gasp escapes you, your eyes lighting up as you hear the first notes of âO Childrenâ start to play. A childhood favourite, your mumâs go-to song to sing.
James chuckles, slowly starting to sway you along to the beat.
âLift up your voice, lift up your voiceâŚâ
You move along with him, closing your eyes and feeling the rhythm.
âChildren!...â
Jamesâ footing is perfect, yours is haphazard. His movements are elegant, yours rusty. His dancing on beat, yours attempting to be. But the smile that graces both of your faces is the same.
âRejoice, rejoiceâŚâ
A giggle escapes you as he twirls you around, both of you bursting out into laughter as you trip on his shoe and your face lands smack on his chest. None of you pull away.
You stay like that for a while, your face buried in your shoulder as he holds you close. The two of you move from side to side in time with the music. You melt into his touch, feeling all your disappointment disappear as you tenderly dance to the soft tune.
âThanks, James,â you murmur gratefully. He smiles down at you.
âHey, none of that. Youâre my Pickle - of course I had to pester you to dance, I always will,â he chuckles, ruffling your hair. You grin into his shoulder, playfully punching him in the stomach.
âAnd this song better be playing at your wedding. I need to show everyone, especially your future husband, just how much you suck at dancing.â
âJames!â
He laughs, wincing as you pull away to smack him on the shoulder. He pushes you back, but catches you before you tumble to the floor. The two of you are clutching your stomachs and each otherâs hands.
You and James dissolve into heaps of laughter and joy, just like you always do.