[fic] [romance/angst] [no challenge] The Morning After
Title: The Morning After
Summary: When Tonks lost her metamorphosing, and what caused it.
Characters/Pairings: Tonks/Remus
Genre: Romance, angst I guess
Rating/Warnings: PG- cursing (Tonks has a cursing problem), sex references, depression
Word Count: 918
Can the Order post to Tumblr?: If you think it's good enough.
If yes, your Tumblr username: ariadnesdreams.
I woke up in the morning to him pulling on his trousers. He was facing the wall, and his body was curled up in a way that almost suggested like he didn’t want to take up more space than was absolutely necessary. It seemed like it was always that way with Remus, he wanted to just be out of the way so nobody would notice. I kind of loved him for that.
“You don’t have to go so soon,” I said, sitting up in my bed and clutching the orange quilt patchwork quilt (made from the robes that I got from all my most favorite Weird Sisters concerts) around my naked body. I watched him dress. There’s something intimate in watching a partner get dressed after sex. It kind of made me feel like I was part of a secret in what we did. “We don’t have to be at Grimmauld Place for ages… we could just make breakfast or something.”
Remus looked over his shoulder at me, the light from the candles was reflecting off of his scars on his face. I sent a happy smile his way. “What do you say?”
Remus and I worked together well, so Dumbledore placed us on the same missions constantly. We had been assigned together so often that it seemed almost natural for me to start worrying about him every day, and then for that worry to turn into a little bit of an excited feeling whenever I knew he was coming. After a late night with Molly, she told me how in the First War, people started losing their inhibitions and just saying how they really felt, eloping and saying “fuck it” to pretense. I liked that idea.
So I fell onto his lap and I kissed him when everyone had gone to bed, and then after that we stumbled over to my place and fell into my bed. Between passionate kisses I had talked about how much I had grown to like him. We didn’t get much sleep.
However, it was now the morning, and he was getting dressed to go and it wasn’t even six o’clock. We didn’t even have to report to Grimmauld Place for our assignments until eight, so I knew that excuse that I’m sure he had in his back pocket was bullshit.
“Listen, Tonks.” He said, buttoning up his shirt. He was still facing away from me. “Last night was…”
“Bloody amazing?” I offered, a smile still on my face. The sex was pretty fantastic if I did say so myself. I had never had a partner as passionate as Remus was. He was very, very committed.
“A mistake.” Immediately after the words came out of his mouth, I felt a damper on my mood. “Listen, we work together. We’re in the Order.”
“So-?!” I tried to interject, but he had another excuse ready to go and wouldn’t let me speak. He must have spent ages thinking of how to get out of here.
“Not to mention that I’m much older than you, and my condition-,”
“I don’t CARE about you being a werewolf!” I cried out. This was NOT going how I had hoped. “Look, Remus. I know it’s terrible, but we can work through this, and it’s not like I’m asking you to marry me or anything-,”
“You say you don’t care about that now.” Remus said. He still wasn’t fucking facing me, and it was driving me mad. “But five months in you’ll leave.” I’m sure an ‘everyone does’ must have followed that in his head.
Abandoning all pretenses, I got up, moving toward him. I couldn’t stand another moment of him not looking at me. “Remus, stop-,” I said, physically turning him toward me when he kept avoiding my gaze. “Don’t tell me how I’ll feel in five months, okay? I’m a grown woman. I can make my own choices.”
His grey eyes were distant. Maybe a little cold, I really couldn’t be sure. If I was reaching him at all with my words and standing there naked right in front of him, I couldn’t tell.
“I’ll see you at Grimmauld Place.” He muttered, finding his robes and putting them on too after a minute of silence. “It’s best if we don’t mention tonight.”
He turned and left me there, stunned, standing in my bedroom stark naked as the day I was born. As I heard the loud snap of the door shutting and then the familiar crack sound of someone apperating, I felt something on my head, almost like it was ice water running down the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I let out a gasp, shivering. Something was so different.
My hair-! Completely different than my pink pixie I wore before Remus had gone. It had now morphed into long, stringy mousey hair that fell pathetically past my shoulders. It was what I supposed must have been my natural color, if I had had one. Concentrating as hard as I could, I tried to regain my pink color. Nothing.
A crushing weight came down on me. It felt even pointless to even try to fix my hair anymore.
Who even cares.
I fell back into bed, covered myself up in the blankets so only the top of my head could be seen. I woke up in just enough time to get dressed and apparate over to Grimmauld Place at eight, where, as promised, neither of us mentioned what happened last night.
918 words//31 pts for Hufflepuff. (am I posting too much and clogging everyone's newsfeed? lol)
Summary: When Tonks lost her metamorphosing, and what caused it.
Characters/Pairings: Tonks/Remus
Genre: Romance, angst I guess
Rating/Warnings: PG- cursing (Tonks has a cursing problem), sex references, depression
Word Count: 918
Can the Order post to Tumblr?: If you think it's good enough.
If yes, your Tumblr username: ariadnesdreams.
I woke up in the morning to him pulling on his trousers. He was facing the wall, and his body was curled up in a way that almost suggested like he didn’t want to take up more space than was absolutely necessary. It seemed like it was always that way with Remus, he wanted to just be out of the way so nobody would notice. I kind of loved him for that.
“You don’t have to go so soon,” I said, sitting up in my bed and clutching the orange quilt patchwork quilt (made from the robes that I got from all my most favorite Weird Sisters concerts) around my naked body. I watched him dress. There’s something intimate in watching a partner get dressed after sex. It kind of made me feel like I was part of a secret in what we did. “We don’t have to be at Grimmauld Place for ages… we could just make breakfast or something.”
Remus looked over his shoulder at me, the light from the candles was reflecting off of his scars on his face. I sent a happy smile his way. “What do you say?”
Remus and I worked together well, so Dumbledore placed us on the same missions constantly. We had been assigned together so often that it seemed almost natural for me to start worrying about him every day, and then for that worry to turn into a little bit of an excited feeling whenever I knew he was coming. After a late night with Molly, she told me how in the First War, people started losing their inhibitions and just saying how they really felt, eloping and saying “fuck it” to pretense. I liked that idea.
So I fell onto his lap and I kissed him when everyone had gone to bed, and then after that we stumbled over to my place and fell into my bed. Between passionate kisses I had talked about how much I had grown to like him. We didn’t get much sleep.
However, it was now the morning, and he was getting dressed to go and it wasn’t even six o’clock. We didn’t even have to report to Grimmauld Place for our assignments until eight, so I knew that excuse that I’m sure he had in his back pocket was bullshit.
“Listen, Tonks.” He said, buttoning up his shirt. He was still facing away from me. “Last night was…”
“Bloody amazing?” I offered, a smile still on my face. The sex was pretty fantastic if I did say so myself. I had never had a partner as passionate as Remus was. He was very, very committed.
“A mistake.” Immediately after the words came out of his mouth, I felt a damper on my mood. “Listen, we work together. We’re in the Order.”
“So-?!” I tried to interject, but he had another excuse ready to go and wouldn’t let me speak. He must have spent ages thinking of how to get out of here.
“Not to mention that I’m much older than you, and my condition-,”
“I don’t CARE about you being a werewolf!” I cried out. This was NOT going how I had hoped. “Look, Remus. I know it’s terrible, but we can work through this, and it’s not like I’m asking you to marry me or anything-,”
“You say you don’t care about that now.” Remus said. He still wasn’t fucking facing me, and it was driving me mad. “But five months in you’ll leave.” I’m sure an ‘everyone does’ must have followed that in his head.
Abandoning all pretenses, I got up, moving toward him. I couldn’t stand another moment of him not looking at me. “Remus, stop-,” I said, physically turning him toward me when he kept avoiding my gaze. “Don’t tell me how I’ll feel in five months, okay? I’m a grown woman. I can make my own choices.”
His grey eyes were distant. Maybe a little cold, I really couldn’t be sure. If I was reaching him at all with my words and standing there naked right in front of him, I couldn’t tell.
“I’ll see you at Grimmauld Place.” He muttered, finding his robes and putting them on too after a minute of silence. “It’s best if we don’t mention tonight.”
He turned and left me there, stunned, standing in my bedroom stark naked as the day I was born. As I heard the loud snap of the door shutting and then the familiar crack sound of someone apperating, I felt something on my head, almost like it was ice water running down the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I let out a gasp, shivering. Something was so different.
My hair-! Completely different than my pink pixie I wore before Remus had gone. It had now morphed into long, stringy mousey hair that fell pathetically past my shoulders. It was what I supposed must have been my natural color, if I had had one. Concentrating as hard as I could, I tried to regain my pink color. Nothing.
A crushing weight came down on me. It felt even pointless to even try to fix my hair anymore.
Who even cares.
I fell back into bed, covered myself up in the blankets so only the top of my head could be seen. I woke up in just enough time to get dressed and apparate over to Grimmauld Place at eight, where, as promised, neither of us mentioned what happened last night.
918 words//31 pts for Hufflepuff. (am I posting too much and clogging everyone's newsfeed? lol)