Teddy always wanted a fairytale romance
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Teddy’s dream was to become Transfiguration teacher at Hogwarts, so that there could be another Professor Lupin. His dream came true at the age of 24. He got the chance to teach a part of the Potter-Weasley kids, and couldn’t be happier.
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Victoire and Teddy had two daughters, the older daughter’s name was Claire Andromeda and she was a Veela. The younger daughter’s name was Vivienne Nymphadora and she was Metamorphagus.
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Parks were special to Victoire and Teddy.
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Scorpius fell for the girl who loved someone else: Victoire
Victoire and Teddy certainly weren’t perfect.
Teddy suffered from panic attacks related to his fear of death.
Victoire dropped out of Hogwarts at 16 to have Teddy’s baby.
In fact, the only perfect thing about them was that they were perfect for each other.
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Victoire was in love with Teddy. When she finally told him he was dating someone and told her he would never have feelings for her. She tried to hide her depression but it didn’t help that Louis told her that no one would love a fat-ass like her.
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Two girls, one boy. It’s a simple enough story, but complicated in so many ways. Rose sometimes finds herself thinking of what her life would be like if it had ended differently. If Teddy’s choice had been different. The two girls could not be any more different. Dominique is the picture of elegance and beauty, with her long golden blond hair and stunning blue eyes. Her makeup always seems to be flawless and her clothes perfectly stylish. Rose on the other hand is awkward. Her hair is far too red and never seems to look right. Her brown eye are much too large for her face and no matter what Molly says, her freckles are in no way adorable. Her nails change color constantly, one day mint green, and the next hot pink.
It was always TeddyandDominique ever since that day at platform 9 3/4/. James might have thought he was kissing Victoire but that was hardly true. And now Teddy was an auror, a damn good one too, and Dominique sat around and told everyone what great things she was going to do. They loved each other, really they did. They just fought an awful lot. Whenever they fought Teddy always found himself in Rose and Molly’s flat talking to Rose over some firewhiskey. Rose is a good listener (unlike Dominique) and always seems to know just the right thing to say. He told himself that was all there was to it. She told herself that she was not that kind of girl.
And then they had the worst fight of all. Dominique seemed to think that Teddy didn’t spend enough time at home, he was always at work; and Teddy believed that Dominique didn’t appreciate everything he did for her enough, and she took him for granted. They ended up screaming at each other, and saying all sorts of horrible things to each other. Dominique told Teddy to leave their flat and never come back, and Teddy told Dominique that she was a horrible bitch and he never wanted to see her again.
Rose was eating buttercream candies and watching some silly muggle show about a man who travels through time and space in a blue box when Teddy burst in. “Rose what is wrong with us?”
It was all he said and it was all she needed to hear. She jumped up and pulled him into a hug letting his weight fall onto her slender body. “It’s over now Rose, it’s all over.”
“What do you mean it’s all over?” she forces the hopefulness out of her voice.
“She told me to never come back and I said I never wanted to see her again.”
“Oh my god Teddy. Are you alright?”
“Yeah actually, I think I am. I always felt a bit trapped, and now I feel free. Like I can do anything.”
And then he surprised them both by leaning forward and kissing his best friend, and she surprised no one by kissing him back.
Feet hit carpet. Head spinning. Gotta get outta there. Quick. Move.
A pause. You freeze, cringing as the girl under the sheets sighs and rolls over. She doesn’t wake. Pull on trousers; shirt. Forget the shoes. You always do.
She’ll be waiting. Fucking hurry.
You picture your wife at home, all buttercream curls against your pillow. She’ll turn, frown, but then you’ll slip back under the covers beside her and it’ll be like you never left at all.
She’ll watch you carefully; sees how you can’t quite look her in the eye. She knows.
You swallow as you press the door close carefully behind you. This’ll be the last time, you promise yourself. You love your wife, you swear. She means nothing, the girl with the mint on her pillow.
Breathe. You love your wife. Rose is nothing.
Cinnamon and Embers and Home
Rose swipes her finger through the icing at the back of the cake, and just like that, the wedding isn’t perfect anymore. No one but Teddy’s even noticed her, and she doesn’t mind that. She pops her finger in her mouth and sucks. Hard.
Mint buttercream. Mint because it’s Victoire’s favorite, buttercream because it makes Dominique feel sick. And it doesn’t matter that Victoire’s still marrying him, Dom’s in trouble for thinking she could even touch Teddy. Much less snog him.
Which is why it’s probably better that Victoire doesn’t know about Rose and Teddy and that time behind the stairs or against the outside of the Burrow or (Merlin help them) on Louis’s bed. Because Rose doesn’t quite know what to think about those except that she didn’t start all of them and when she remembers, she gets warm all over.
Across the room, Dom’s slipped over to Teddy. Her hand’s on his arm and his hair is a kind of murky brownish-pink, not sure whether it wants to be the brown Victoire prefers or pink. Rose.
That’s the thought that makes her drift towards them, when Dominique puts her hand on Teddy’s arm and murmurs something and he follows her off. Rose knows eavesdropping is immoral, but where Teddy’s concerned, she’s found she doesn’t really care. Instead, she lurks outside the half-open door, watching Dom’s fingers against Teddy’s jacket and listening to the hushed voices.
“Why are you doing this?”
Even her voice, full of let-down and stolen kisses with no apparent meaning, is lovely. Rose tugs at a strand of her hair.
“I have to.” Teddy’s worn-down, missing something. Probably himself. “I almost lost them when she found us the first time. They’re my family too, Dom, and if this is what it takes…”
“They can’t disown you if you’re with me!” she cries. Realizing she’s too loud, Dom hushes, leaning in towards Teddy. “Teddy, please…” Her mouth’s so close to his and she’s so Dom and so perfect. “Even Vic doesn’t really want this, just something perfect.”
They’re so close and Rose holds her breath, but Teddy pushes Dom away. “I can’t, Dom. This… isn’t right.”
She may be blond and perfect but Rose can still see Dom’s hurt as she slips away. The redhead falls into the room in the absence. Teddy’s hair’s gray now, gray like a storm.
“Teddy…” she murmurs, and he enfolds her in his arms.
“I know, Rose, but…”
“I can be patient.”
Teddy’s mouth doesn’t taste like mint or buttercream, but like cinnamon and embers and home, and Rose loses herself in it because it’s not Victoire’s favorite or what makes Dom sick, it’s her oasis. So she almost misses when he murmurs to her.
“I won’t make you wait too long.”
future rust and future dust| pg-13| warning for infidelity
Dominique always kisses you in the darkness of night; hands gripped tightly on your hips, mouth hard against your own. She tastes like buttercream. She tastes like mint. She tastes like Dom.
There is no sound except the ragged joining of your breaths. And the rustles of fabric as you pull off her dress. In a tender moment you raise your hand to her cheek and your wedding ring catches the beams from the late night moon streaming in through the single window. You turn your head away.
Afterwards, Dominique whispers the words I love you, Teddy into the curve of your neck and you nearly choke on them. Do you love me, she asks quietly, hopefully, and your body freezes.
Yes, you want to say instantly. Yes I do. You want to tell her how she messes not just with your head but your heart. How she makes it flip flop and jump and turn upside down and inside out and stop and then pound rapidly and quickly until the happiness of having her around is nearly synonymous with the pain. The inside of your rib cage is littered with her war wounds. You want to tell her you wish she had uttered those words eleven months ago. Before Rose. Before the baby. How different things might have been. You want to tell her that. But you can’t. You just can’t.
Instead, you lie there silently and after a moment, Dominique’s weight suddenly leaves your side. We could have been forever she says into the darkness of the room and it cuts at your heart more than the words I love you, Teddy ever could.
It’s always going to come back to these two, the two girls he can never choose between. They’re both amazing and beautiful but he can’t have one without the other (and there’s the small complication that they’re cousins).
Obviously, both of them have that beauty – that beauty that all of the Weasley girls have.
Rose has red hair and mint on her breath and an adorable, bewildered quality to her personality. She’s cuter, definitely, and she’s the nicer of the two. Teddy can always rely on Rose to be there for him, and she’s the one with whom he could imagine raising a family – although, that’s not necessarily a top priority for him.
Dominique has blonde hair but sometimes it’s red or green or pink or black, because Victoire taught her that hair colour spell way too young. She tastes of buttercream but otherwise she couldn’t be sweet if she wanted to be. She’s so angsty and broken and maybe he could be her knight in shining armour, but maybe he’d rather choose the safer option. The one he knows will always love him.
In the end it comes down to the fact that she’s his oasis in the desert. She’s the sweet taste of freedom and relief when he’s hurting, and she’ll always understand in a way that Rose just can’t. In the end it comes down to the fact that he doesn’t want the safe road because the dangerous one is so much more scenic.
The sweet flavour of buttercream flowed through his mouth as he bit into one of the Bertie Bott’s beans he was nervously eating before the ceremony. It reminded him of Rose. His sweet Rose.
Teddy loved buttercream, but too much of it left a sickly sweet taste in his mouth. He grew sick of the same flavour every day. He needed a breath of fresh air to blow the sickly sweet taste away.
As he bit into a mint flavoured bean, the perfect balance of fire and ice blasting through his mouth, he knew there was one who was the breath of fresh air Teddy needed. Fire and ice cohabitated in harmony within Dominique. She was the mint oasis in a desert of buttercreams.
But he couldn’t keep getting a breath of fresh air every time he got sick of the sweetness of buttercream. He had to choose one flavour and stick with it. He just hoped he had made the right decision.
And when the celebrant asked, “Do you take this woman to be your wife?”
Teddy knew he had made the right decision when he answered, “I do.” Because mint had always been Teddy’s favourite flavour.
They walk down the muggle street, hand in hand. They fit right in, Rose and Teddy.
She carries five books in her shoulder bag, they’ve just come from the old, muggle library on Lexington.
He carries a silent lust for someone else, her cousin.
Teddy pushes it to the back of his when he’s with her.
Rose is safe. Rose is kind. Rose always cares. Rose never forgets the good and pushes away the bad.
He apparates them back to Granger-Weasley Manor, gives her a hug at the door.
He closes his eyes. She smells of buttercream shampoo and he pulls the fifteen-year-old closer.
Hermione gives him a smile and Ron claps him on the shoulder. Hugo starts on about his newest muggle discovery, a television show he saw at Grandpa Hugh and Grandma Jean’s house called Doctor Who and the pretty girls on it. Teddy decides to stay for dinner.
The music booms and the colored lights flash, and they stand out among the crowd. Her silvery-white hair and his aquamarine, Dom and Teddy.
Her blue, strapless dress hugs every curve and barely covers half her thighs, not much left to imagination. Blood red lipstick, smoky eyeshadow, black stilettos, everyone stares.
The seventeen-year-old smirks up at him and drags him away.
She pushes him into the bathroom stall, locks it shut, kisses him hard. He reciprocates, but only physically.
Stop it, his mind tells him.
Dom, I can’t do this anymore, Teddy shakes his head and pulls his pants on.
She sits up in his bed and reaches over the side, pulling a cigarette and lighter back with her.
She sucks in and blows the smoke back out.
Can’t do what? she quirks an eyebrow.
This, he gestures around. Us. We party, you get drunk or high, whatever, someone stays the night, then leaves before sunrise.
You wanna have breakfast together? she jokes.
Teddy huffs, his hair turns a mousy brown.
You don’t get it, Domi-girl. You don’t get it, he shakes his head again, grabs his t-shirt and wand, and apparates out.
Teddy comes back to his apartment at sunrise, all traces of Dom are gone, except for two things.
Her mint perfume is still all over his room, and a note is stuck to his fridge.
I get it. Sorry. But I can’t.
What d’you want, Lupin? Rose crosses her arms and frowns. As well she should, he broke up with her for her party girl cousin.
I’m sorry, Rose, Teddy says. I made a mistake. I was stupid and I realize now, I love you.
Rose smiles and hugs him. I forgive you, Teddy. I love you, too.
Teddy hugs her back, closes his eyes, breaths it all in. Rose is kind. Rose is forgiving and safe.
And Teddy loves her for that.
Teddy loves Rose.
Lily dives like a dolphin.
Lucy hasn’t gone swimming in years.
She was nine years old and Molly had been crying at night and she wanted to prove she could do things on her own because somewhere in her she was afraid she might lose them all if she couldn’t hold on to all of them. Her neon shoes dangled from her fingers, laces trailing on the ground and sand was getting all over them because even the Minister of Magic takes a vacation every so often. The beach was cold that day with a storm-green wind.
Swimming fearlessly like Lily does now, only Lucy’s shoes were left on the sand, lonely on their sides. Their laces waved in the wind and green-blue-gray saltwater poured into Lucy’s lungs. Audrey cracked one of Lucy’s ribs resuscitating her but the shoes were lost forever, bright-green laces buried in the sand.
Lucy was fourteen the only time she ran away. Some days her chest still hurt and they said it always would. She was alone in the house now, despite her parents’ presence. Molly had left right after school ended; got off the train at King’s Cross where her boyfriend kissed her like she was the only person who had ever existed. They were swimming with sharks somewhere far away and Lucy pretended she’d never gotten the unmarked postcard.
She ended up at her Uncle Harry’s house and they’d welcomed her in. Lily had just taught her owl to do a flip, didn’t Lucy want to see? Artemis spun around the youngest Potter’s arm even though she clearly hated the trick itself and everyone hugged Lily and laughed and invited Lucy to stay but she went home right after dinner. Percy hadn’t even noticed she was gone.
When Lucy graduated from Hogwarts, Lily was the first one to give her a blazing hug, all alight with fire she’d inherited from her mother. She was seventeen and fearless and Lucy was eighteen and wanted to cry. She tried to hug Lily back but the younger girl was crushing her arms and pressed a bag of Galleons into her palm and told her to have fun. After everyone congratulated Lucy, Lily ran to her family and her oldest brother still picked her up even though she was way too big for it.
Lucy “had fun” throwing the Galleons into a lake, one by one. She clenched her broom between her knees and gritted her teeth and gave herself a point for every time she hit someone swimming below. Two for a hand or a foot.
Lily’s nineteen and long-legs and gorgeous. Her rich red hair sets her on fire and maybe no one else notices as she leaps into the water with a shout, but Lucy can see Teddy Lupin’s blue-green gaze following her lithe form. He’s twenty-nine and Victoire’s and despite that Lucy knows Lily’s going to get him without even trying.
Lily goes swimming whenever she wants and Lucy hates her for it.