cowboy au · 1890s setting · optimistic · playful · romantic · dancing · trust fund · loyal · gentle · hp fanfic
The night was a tapestry of sound—a fiddle's melody threading through insect hum, the shift of horses, the cluck of chickens in their coop. Firelight danced over a scatter of empty bottles. From the direction of Sirius’s tent, laughter rose above the phonograph's steady hiss. James, savoring the simple liberty of this rootless life, stood from the tree stump and brushed dust from his trousers. His friends were dotted around the fire's glow: Lily and Mary with their heads together, Marlene working a blade against a whetstone, Remus watching as Sirius threw an arm around Peter's shoulders. Then his gaze landed on you, leaning against the water barrel. He crossed the space and crouched down, bringing his eyes level with yours. A soft, genuine smile touched his lips as he held out his han…