mischievousmoony

[mischievousmoony]

oh my GOD. he is so sick and twisted 😝 but srsly

He wants to collect your bones and carry them in his pocket so he’ll know they’re always safe. He wants to devour each inch of your skin so that he might have any sort of piece of you inside of him forever. He can’t think straight, he can only think of you.

like erm. james…. why is it.. kindaaaa 😼😛

no but he’s actually evil? and yet i still want him to end up with reader. tho i kinda wanna punch him too for stringing her along for like ever.

oh and i’m devastated kinda that the marauders aren’t friends with reader anymore all bc of james 😭 free my girl (me… us?) she didn’t do anything!

the monster - part two

'breaking all my bones, just to hold you close... tearing off my skin, just to let you in' - faouzia

cw: NSFW 18+, dark!james potter, cheating, stalking, manipulation, fighting, murder, drinking/drunk sex, unprotected p in v (james/reader, james/lily), mention of sexual harrassment/unwanted touching, james and reader are childhood best friends, i play with timeline/pov a lot in this

5.6k words

james potter masterlist

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please read part one here

age 12

There’s an old grandfather clock in the kitchen. You’ve walked by it hundreds of times, and even into it once when you were a toddler, resulting in a large goose egg in the middle of your forehead. When you’re standing in front of it, the ticking is comforting; you can watch the hands ‘tick tick tick’ away in their constant, steady rhythm. Now though, the sound of the ticking, even echoed this far down the hallway, only makes you feel worse.

You tug the blankets up to cover everything but your eyes, your pupils focused straight forward ahead of you in the darkness. James lays next to you, his body warm and limp, having fallen asleep a while ago. You keep your leg pressed firmly to his side, the only thing that’s giving you any sense of safety and comfort. You hope your trembling doesn’t wake him. You’ve been trying to inch your way closer and closer without waking him up, and though your efforts have proven successful thus far, it doesn’t mean they will continue to be. 

There’s a shadow in James’ closet. You don’t know how long it’s been there, or even if it’s been there the entire time you’ve been laying here. You’d been drifting off when something forced your eyelids apart, and a movement in the darkness caught your attention. Now, you can’t look away, because the thing hasn’t moved. It’s still in James’ closet. 

You press closer again, your heart stuck in your throat, and James stirs. You freeze, and he shifts under the covers with a soft groan.

“Jamie,” You whisper, quiet enough not to wake him if he’s still sleeping. “Jamie. Are you awake?”

If you were watching, you’d see the way his shoulders shift, the sheet falling down his arm as he turns. He rubs at one eye with the heel of his palm, his eyebrows furrowing together as he opens his eyes in the darkness, turning toward you. 

“What?” His raspy voice is full of sleep as he sits up a bit. You still don’t look at him, eyes focused on the shadow, the way it stares back at you from the darkness of his closet. 

“There’s something in your closet…” You whisper, fear evident in the way your voice shakes. James fully sits up now, his eyes following where yours are focused. The closet. There’s a long moment of silence where you feel him shifting closer to you and he sighs.

“There’s nothing there. Go back to sleep.” He flops back onto his side with a grunt, facing you this time, tugging the blankets up to his shoulders. You stay frozen in your spot, and after a long while where you don’t move, he speaks again. “What?”

“There’s a monster in your closet, Jamie.” Your whisper is harsher this time, your knee knocking into his thigh roughly. You hate the way he dismisses your fear, even if it might be irrational. You’ve been learning about all kinds of horrifying creatures hidden in the dark fringes of the wizarding world at Hogwarts, is it that hard to believe that one might have gotten into his closet?

James groans loudly, and half sits up. He grabs a pillow, the muscles in his hands flexing as he yanks his arm back and throws the pillow toward the closet. It lands with a thud. 

“See?” He says with a huff, once again flopping back into position. “Nothing.”

You still don’t move, eyes still locked in. Because James couldn’t see his target and he missed, the thing still standing right next to the door, menacingly. You imagine all of the terrifying ways it could look, most of it shrouded in darkness.

You stay silent for a long time. Long enough for James to fall asleep, but you whisper his name again anyway.

“Jamie-”

“There’s nothing there!” He groans and buries his face in his pillow, clearly annoyed by your anxiety. “And even if there is something there, it would have killed you already if it wanted to.”

You shift uneasily. His words make sense, but your paranoia isn’t one you think you can just shake off. James tugs you down next to him, cutting off your line of sight with the closet. 

“If it’s still there in the morning, I think you should make friends with the monster.” James tells you as he wraps his arm around your waist and tugs you closer. “That’ll make it less scary anyway. But for now, I’ll protect you. So stop talking, and go to sleep.”

You know his words are just to shut you up, but you can’t deny that they make you feel a little better. You let yourself relax, staring at the ceiling until eventually your eyes fall closed on their own, unconsciousness overtaking you.

When you wake up in the morning, you find there is no monster in the closet. 

The shape you saw is gone, though. 

age 14

You stare at yourself in the mirror for a long time. The dress is pretty, your hair looks nice, and Mary’s talent with makeup has you basically unrecognizable. 

But you don’t really feel that way. 

Your eyes trace through the room until they land on Lily. She looks stunning, though you wouldn’t have expected any less from her. You were surprised when she agreed to go to the Yule Ball with James, and evidently he was too, given he gaped at her for at least a minute before his brain seemed to catch up.

You’ve never seen him beam so bright.

It makes you feel a little sick.

“You alright, love?” Mary asks, coming around the corner and looking over you to make sure her work is acceptable. She must deem it so, as she nods with a soft smile until she sees your face. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” You say with a wave of your hand. All of you make your way down to the common room, waiting for the boys and giggling as you wonder what the evening in front of you might hold. 

Your heart stops when you see James in his dress robes. The two of you lock eyes and for a moment it’s like the world stops. The moment is only broken when Lily steps between you. 

“James,” You hear her tone, already scolding him, “You were supposed to wear a tie that matches my dress.” You glance at his tie, only to find your breath catching once again.

His tie doesn’t match Lily’s dress, it matches your dress. Lily transfigures his tie to match the color of hers. James makes eye contact with you over Lily’s shoulder, and you don’t know how to feel about the look on his face.

Lily blows him off early into the evening. Your date doesn’t show up. The two of you end up side by side, like always, sitting off together at the edge of the Great Hall, talking and laughing, occasionally letting James embarrass you on the dance floor. 

You transfigure his tie back to its original color to match your dress again. He tells you he’d been planning to match with you the entire time, not expecting Lily to say yes when he asked her to go with him. 

You don’t ask him how he knew the color of your dress. 

age 15

The kiss is… mediocre at best, and that’s if you’re being kind. The boy in front of you seems to slobber on you more than actually kiss you, and his wandering hands aren’t feeling as welcome as you thought they might. One of them slides under your skirt, a bit too high up your thigh, and you find yourself tensing instead of relaxing into it the way you think you should.

“Lestrange-” You say, your hand moving to his chest to try and push him away. He doesn’t seem to get the hint, his hand sliding even further up to squeeze at the fat of your bum. You cringe, trying once again to push him away. “Stop.”

“What the bloody hell is your problem?” He asks with a sneer, running a hand through his hair. “You brought me up here to shag, and now you want me to stop?”

“I didn’t bring you up here to shag.” You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. You hate the way your cheeks heat, and a tinge of shame and embarrassment begins to build in your gut. “I brought you up here to talk. For a date.”

“Which means you want to shag.” Lestrange rolls his eyes. “Everyone knows that!”

You shake your head, your eyes burning now as you look out past the edge of the astronomy tower, hoping the stars will stop your tears from forming. They don’t.

“Well, I don’t want to shag.” You tell him, stepping back fully away from him now and fixing your skirt. “I want you to go, actually.”

“Fuck this.” Lestrange practically spits at you, “Fuck you, bitch.”

“Hey!” A voice shouts from the darkness back in the halls, a shadow approaching from seemingly out of nowhere. You recognize his figure the closer he gets. James. 

“She said she wants you to leave.”

“Stay out of this, Potter. You aren’t her keeper.” Lestrange reaches for your hand and you tug it back before he can grab it, a look of disgust taking over your face. 

“No, but I am her best friend. So fuck off, Lestrange.” James reaches for you this time, his callused palm wrapping around your wrist and tugging you toward him. You go willingly, finding your spot by his side, just like you always do. 

The other boy must decide the fight is not worth it, the dark, fiery look in James’ eyes intimidating enough to have him shaking his head and sauntering off down the hallway. You hate the way you can feel your body trembling, and it’s quiet for a moment before James turns toward you, his palm moving to cup your cheek.

“Are you alright?” He asks, the pad of his thumb brushing over your cheekbone, touching a few of the lashes on your lower eyelid. 

You nod, slow and unsure. “Yeah, I’m okay.” Your voice is a little shaky, and your knees feel a little weak. “I’m just… embarrassed, I guess.” You admit softly. You watch as his brows furrow, his other hand finding your lower back and pulling you closer.

“Why?” James asks, his voice low and comforting, and he shakes his head a few times, curls bouncing against his forehead. “I don’t think you have anything to be embarrassed about.” 

“I-” You try to swallow down the thick lump that feels stuck in your throat, but you can’t. You bite your tongue, hating the way a tear falls from your tear duct and down your cheek. James wipes it away. “I just feel like… I threw my first kiss away.”

James is silent for a while, seemingly unsure about what to say. He tugs you closer, hugging you to him and tracing comforting circles over your back.

“We could fix it.” He says eventually, his cheek pressed against yours so neither of you have to look at each other.

“What?” Your voice cracks and it makes you even more embarrassed. You try to pull away but his grip tightens on you, keeping you pressed against him. 

“I can… I can make it better for you.” He says, and he slowly pulls back enough for the two of you to make eye contact. His eyes are dark and half-hooded, his thumb moving below your chin to tilt your jaw up toward him. His lips hover close enough that you can feel the heat of them against your own. If you wet your lips with your tongue, it is likely it would brush his lips too. 

“Jamie-”

“I mean it,” He says, and something in his eyes softens. “You deserve a good first kiss, from someone who wants to kiss you because they like you, not because they want to shag.”

“Are you saying you like me, Jamie?” You ask, hoping a bit of teasing might ease some of the electric tension between the two of you. You’ve been this close before, and in less clothes considering you’ve slept in bed with him a hundred times by now. Something about this is different though, almost overwhelming. 

“I love you.” He says, eyes dropping to your lips. You believe him, because you know it’s true. You love him too. 

So, you nod, and you let him kiss you. It’s everything you could ever hope for, like soaring on a cloud. It’s fireworks, and hot chocolate, and a bright spring day all at once. 

You don’t think to ask James how he knew you were up here, how he knew you were on a date, or where he came from. 

age 21

James fumbles with the key, glancing up and down the street as he jiggles the lock, cursing under his breath. It’s dark, and he hopes that the cover of the night is enough to stop anyone from seeing him. He purposely wore dark clothes, but if someone sees him, he thinks he’s screwed regardless. 

James hates locks, and entering your flat the muggle way was not his first choice. He doesn’t know when your fireplace opens to the floo network and he couldn’t risk you getting here and placing your wards before he can. 

He walks around your new apartment, stepping slowly through every room and memorizing the floorplan. He imagines where you’ll put all your furniture, how cute everything will look once you have it arranged. The monster stirs low in his gut, urging him on.

He lifts his wand with a sigh, quietly placing wards as he walks from room to room again, ones to allow himself to enter undetected. He knows you’ll put up your own protection wards when you move in, and he’ll encourage it. He just… wants to be able to come in and out without you being notified. 

He places wards to notify him if anyone else enters your apartment, too. He wants to be here instantly if you need him, and he would be. He’d drop anything if you needed him. 

He makes sure to lock the door again on his way out, taking his time before he starts making his own way back home. 

He’ll be back tomorrow, wanting to watch you move in. He’ll bring his cloak, staying close by just in case you need him. 

And truly, James thinks, you’ll always need him. So he’ll always find a way to be there. 

present day

James folds up his cloak, hiding it on the top shelf of the coat closet behind the hats like he always does. He can hear Lily moving around in the kitchen, and after a long breath, he moves through the living room to greet her.

“Hello, love.” He says, stepping up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. Lily smiles softly, turning to press a gentle kiss to James’ lips. His brain flashes back to every time he’s kissed you and he pulls away from her with a clearing of his throat. “What are you making?”

“Chicken, and some other things,” She says, gesturing toward the spoons stirring themselves on the stove, something cooking in the oven. Lily insists on cooking with a half-witch, half-muggle method. Part of James finds it endearing. The same part that wishes it were enough.

Instead, he hums, and pulls back from her to lean against the counter. The two of them exchange small talk, like usual, and then settle into a comfortable silence. Or, James hopes it feels comfortable. They’re interrupted by a telltale tapping at the window, and when James rounds the corner into the living room, he sees your owl outside his window. He smiles, quickly making his way over to take the parchment from the familiar bird, giving him a treat and a light head pat before he flies away.

Lily still speaks with him from the kitchen, her voice raised enough for him to hear it. He shouts back, his eyes tracing over the letter, only for Lily to suddenly go silent. James looks up from the loopy script to see her head poke around the corner, a look on her face that has James’ stomach sinking.

“What did you call me?” She asks, her fire-red curls bouncing as she takes another step into the living room. James reels, trying to remember what he’d said. He’d been half-paying attention, eyes scanning over your letter. He’d been thinking about you, and-

Oh. He’d said your name when he meant to say hers.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Lily!” He plays it off, maybe a bit dramatically. He lifts the letter in his hand, closing the distance between them and wrapping his free arm around his waist. Anything to get that look off her face. “She sent me this letter, and I wasn’t paying attention.”

“She sent you a letter?” Lily looks distraught for a different reason now, reaching to take the parchment from his fingers. James lets her, because there’s nothing in that letter she can’t see. It’s a plea for you to help him secure your apartment, your unease and paranoia only growing over the last several weeks since you and James had talked the last time. He watches her read it, and he sees the way her shoulders relax a bit. 

There’s no mention of the night the two of you spent together, of the way you’d cried out for him in the darkness while he groaned your name.

LIly is distant from him for the rest of the day, but she eventually agrees to let James visit you. She says it, low and unsure, when the two of them are tangled together in the darkness. She doesn’t see the way James beams, doesn’t feel the way his heart speeds up, can’t sense the way the monster stirs again. 

“It’s just to make sure she’s safe,” James pulls Lily closer, trying to reassure her in the darkness. “After that, we probably won’t even see each other again, you know?”

It’s the biggest lie James has ever told Lily, and he’s told her so many he doesn’t even remember them all. 

There’s obviously nothing in your flat. James has been there enough times over the past several months that he would know instantly if something was amiss or awry. You don’t know that though, obviously.

You’re grateful for him now, having someone to check around for you. 

“I know it’s… been a while,” You greet him awkwardly, your hair a bit messy and your eyes a bit frantic as you stand in front of him. “But I couldn’t- Something has been going on here, and I needed someone else to come and check it out. And…” You look away from him pointedly, thinking your words through before deciding to finish your sentence. “I trust you, Jamie.”

“Of course I’ll check it out for you, angel. You know you can always ask me.” He smiles at you so carefree, it automatically sends some warmth through you. You follow him around as he moves from room to room, hovering right at his back.

He casts a few extra wards for you that are intended to make you feel better. He’ll stop coming over now, or at least he’ll stop messing with your things. Now that the two of you are talking again, there won’t be a need for him to sneak around anymore. 

You both linger longer than you should on the goodbye. He takes you in his arms, wrapping himself around you tightly like he might be able to absorb you inside himself. He wishes he could, like he could carry you around forever, wrapped within the warmth of him. Tucked right beside the monster. Though, he thinks if you were ever inside him, a part of him, with all the good that you are, the monster would never have been there to begin with.

“I missed you.” You whisper against his shoulder, your fists clutching at the back of his shirt. The monster seems to awaken, just the smallest hint of your attention and it ignites again.

“I missed you too.” James whispers back, and you don’t pull away when he presses his lips to yours. 

This time when he fucks you, it isn’t rough. It isn’t fire, burning through his veins and tearing down everything he thought he loved and needed, the facade he worked his whole life to put up. This time it is slow, the connection of two souls who know each other better than anyone else. You hold him like you’d cradle the darkest part of him, no matter what the black hole within him wants to devour, what the monster wants to destroy. Or maybe James just wants to believe that.

The softness ends with your orgasm, though. Once your body stops trembling, your sweat dried up, you turn cold again. You clear your throat and ask him to leave, getting dressed and handing him his clothes without so much as another hug.

He chooses not to think much of it, kissing your cheek while the two of you stand in front of the fireplace. 

“I’ll see you, yeah?” He says with a shrug of his shoulder, stomach churning at the way you seem like you can’t meet his eyes again.

“Yeah.” You clear your throat, handing him the jar of floo powder. “See you around.”

James can’t stay away from you for long. He never can.

He makes it a regular part of his routine to check on you. Not to scare you anymore, you’ve broken the seal and reached out to him already. He wants you to feel safe now that he’s come back around.

He wants to make sure you’re alright, that you’re happy. And he wants to see you. 

So, the cloak comes back on and he finds himself “visiting” you more days than not. You never notice him, the flicker of the air where his cloak shimmers as he shifts in the corner of the room. You seem content, and he watches as the dark circles under your eyes start to fade, and the tension in your shoulders falls away. You seem to brighten, settling in, becoming yourself again. James loves it, watching you bloom even without your knowledge.

His joy doesn’t last long.

He expects you to run back into his arms, attach yourself to his side again like you used to. He expects for you to invite him over again, to continue to keep in touch, even with letters. But there’s nothing. You don’t contact him again, and James eventually figures out it’s guilt that’s eating at you. You feel guilty for sleeping with him while he’s dating Lily, even if you don’t consider yourself friends with the Marauders anymore.

James knows he should feel guilty for sleeping with you, but he doesn’t. The monster consumed his guilt long ago. 

You don’t run to James. You make friends with your coworkers in Diagon Alley, with some of the regular customers. You ignore James when he reaches out, letter after letter disregarded for plans with people James has never even seen before, only the names and times listed in your planner. 

His plan didn’t work. 

He reels. That’s never happened before. The monster roars, demanding to get closer, demanding more. More from you, more from him, more of everything. He feels it in every breath, in every movement, and he has to continue on living with a straight face like he isn’t being ripped apart from the inside. 

You aren’t home the next time he apparates into your flat. He already knew that, though the lack of movement when he arrives is reassuring, as is the way the wards tell him he’s the only one there. He brought flowers, though now he’s not sure how he’ll explain himself later if you ask him why you hadn’t been alerted he’d stopped by. He’ll figure something out.

He places them in a vase, writing you a little note and puts them on your counter. He didn’t bring his cloak.

He takes a look around. Not much has changed since the last time he was here, though you got new bedding. He’s not surprised, chuckling to himself. 

As he turns to leave your bedroom, something catches his eye. Your planner lays open on your desk, turned to this week. There’s a large, red heart surrounding Friday, and words that have his heart stopping in his chest.

‘date with noah <3’ you’ve written.

Who the fuck is Noah?

James apparates away before he can crash out and destroy your apartment. He ends up at the Quidditch pitch despite it being the off-season, but even hours of anger-fueled flying don’t manage to calm him. 

He spends all week frustrated and planning. If Lily notices that he distances himself even further, she doesn’t say anything out loud. They barely talk outside of the bedroom, and if James closes his eyes and takes his frustrations out on Lily, hips pounding into her ruthlessly, he’ll never admit that out loud either. 

When Friday comes around, James has gone through so many possible scenarios in his head, he truly thinks the worst. He’s convinced himself that this Noah character is some kind of… demon, a man whose only goal is to get in your pants, to take all of your light, to destroy you. James is not going to let that happen. 

He stands across the street, on the side of the building one over from yours. He’s wearing the same dark outfit he wore the first time he entered your apartment.

The monster tears through him. He picks at the skin of his fingernails, eyes drilled in on the front of your flat. He doesn’t flinch when he digs the skin raw, when he starts to bleed. He flinches when you open the door and smile at Noah like he’s hung the sun. 

You’re supposed to be the sun, the center of the universe, why are you looking at this… boy like that. He doesn’t know you, he doesn’t know how to take care of you. Not like James does. 

He doesn’t know how long he stands across the street, but he waits until the sun goes down to make his move. He crosses the road with long, purposeful strides, but apparates inside with a light ‘pop’ when he gets too impatient to dig the key out of his pocket. 

He doesn’t have his cloak, opting instead to wait in a nook in your living room. If he were clearer headed, he would realize the implication of what he’s doing, but all he sees is red.

He wants to collect your bones and carry them in his pocket so he’ll know they’re always safe. He wants to devour each inch of your skin so that he might have any sort of piece of you inside of him forever. He can’t think straight, he can only think of you.

The door opens with a creak as Noah pulls you inside. James can smell the alcohol on you both from all the way across the living room, his eyes watching you through the darkness. There’s a sick pull in his stomach when his wards signal to him that someone else came into your flat, and even though he’s watching it first-hand, the feeling makes him feel significantly worse. You don’t seem affected, though. You giggle, stumbling over your feet as you try to take off your shoes. 

Noah kisses you sloppily and James hears a crack that he thinks might be his tooth when he clenches his jaw again. Noah’s hands travel to all of the places they shouldn’t without a single care for the way you should be cherished, be worshipped. Neither of you see James, too wrapped up in your drunken rendezvous to notice the extra set of eyes following you. 

James doesn’t follow the two of you upstairs. Hearing the sounds of Noah’s groans from his place here is already enough to have him seeing a red so deep he no longer remembers himself. It looks like blood.

He follows Noah outside silently when he leaves a few hours later. He waits until the two of them are in a darker area, less homes around. He gets angrier with each step, Noah’s swagger and dumb fucking chuckles to himself give James enough fuel to justify what he’s about to do. 

The monster takes over, and Noah doesn’t stand a chance. 

James doesn’t come back to his senses until cold water douses his head. He gasps in air like he’s been drowning, blinking rapidly as he tries to make sense of what is going on. 

There’s blood. There’s so much blood, diluted mixtures of red and pink dripping down the drain. His hands and forearms are covered in scratches and scrapes, and there’s a spot on his cheek he is sure will be bruised when he looks in the mirror. He recognizes the tile of his own bathroom, in the flat he shares with Lily. He stands under the water for a long time, turning it hot enough to burn his skin.

He doesn’t know if the red is from the blood or from the scalding hot water. It doesn’t matter. He keeps scrubbing and scrubbing until all he can see is the red, until all of his skin is raw and burning. 

Lily’s already asleep when he slides in bed beside her. He’s glad, he doesn’t think he could speak even if he wanted to. 

When he wakes up the next morning, he feels lighter than he has in a long time. Maybe even lighter than after the first time he fucked you. 

Lily notices. It’s impossible not to. He’s brighter than he’s been since Hogwarts, his movements happy-go-lucky as he moves about his day. He’s more affectionate than normal, though his eyes are distant, looking through her instead of at her. 

Lily tries not to think much of it. Until she has to.

The two of them are tangled together, James’ fingers intertwined with her own. Her legs are wrapped around his hips, his face buried in her neck, his hips rocking into her again and again. It’s the most passionate he’s been in a while, his free hand guiding her hips against his own and his lips pressing long, open kisses over the skin of her neck.

“James,” She moans, the hand not intertwined with his tangling in his dark curls. She tugs at them, her back arching as he pounds into her.

“Call me Jamie,” He tells her, voice deep and raspy as he shifts his mouth to the other side of her neck, using his chin to move her jaw where he wants it. 

Lily is quiet for a moment, hesitant, but when the hand that was on her hip slides between her thighs to rub at her clit, her hesitation vanishes.

“Jamie,” She cries out, the unfamiliar nickname not sounding right coming off of her tongue. James groans, a deep rumble from low in his chest, and presses into her faster, harder. Lily cries out, no longer even able to call him anything intelligible at this point. She comes with a loud whine, sobbing and clenching around him. 

James comes with a moan of your name. 

Lily screams at him. None of his excuses land, though there’s truly no excuse he can give, because she’s right. Lily cries, she throws things at him, she accuses him of cheating.

“You were thinking about her!” Lily grabs some of his shirts from the closet, tossing them at him with a fierceness she thought had fully disappeared. “You always are! I know you fucked her, James!”

He can’t deny it, so he doesn’t.

“Lily, there’s no need for all this!” He tries to calm her down as she digs through his things, tearing through them and throwing them everywhere. He’s given up on trying to collect them or clean them up. 

“I don’t want to hear it, James!” Lily stands tall, wiping at her face. “I’ve forgiven you far too many times. I’ve had hope that I’ll be the one you choose, even when you tell me I’m not. I can’t do this again.”

“Lily-” He tries to reach for her, but she flinches out of his grip. She looks at him, and there’s no love left in her eyes. She looks at him like he’s a stranger, and maybe to her, he is now. He wonders what she sees when she looks at him.

She sees a monster.

“Get out!” She urges, picking up an armful of his things and shoving it into his grasp, pushing him away. James can’t deny the way his heart breaks a little. He loves Lily, he does, he has for a very long time.

Just not enough.

“I never want to see you again, James Potter.” She says, and with a wave of her wand, all of the rest of his things are collected into a pile and thrown outside.

James has no choice but to follow her words, and leave. So he does.

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[mischievousmoony]

I'm not sure. Maybe what they're trying to insinuate is that Taylor did it to take the spotlight away from Sabrina? Idk, just saying

hmm yeah that’s prob what they meant it’s just 😭 such a weird thing to assume on their part

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Just a little something I think you might enjoy 🙂‍↕️

YUP 10/10 I LOVE HIM

one for you 😋

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me af when i open the door:

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not now babe i’m mourning all the brilliant fic ideas i’ve had that i never wrote

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omg wow?? this is so so cool thank you guys! i’m so happy to have you all here 🥰 i have so much fun with this blog and with writing and i’m overjoyed that u guys actually want to read my fics! love u guys from the bottom of my heart! 😚🫶

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you don’t know how the comments and tags in the reblogs have healed me. i was fighting for my life on stan twitter back in 2018. wwylm lovers rise up

in 2018 the album youngblood by 5sos came out and i remember a lot of people didn’t like the track why won’t you love me because it sounded “too whiny” and im still mad about it. what the fuck do you mean you don’t want to listen to a man sound pathetic and whiny for 3 minutes and 20 seconds straight

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Aaron Taylor-Johnson - Venice 2025

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someone said it was fishy that taylor announced her engagement the same week sabrina released her album…… how could that news possibly impact sabrina’s album in literally any way 😭

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Could I request headcannons for how reader started dating poly!Jily? Like, who do you think had the idea of asking reader if she wanted to date them or did she ask them? What prompted the reader or Jily to ask? Was it jealousy? Impatience? You can also write how their first date or start of their relationship was if you’d like.

Have a lovely day or night depending on when you’re reading this!

thanks for the request darling i love jily with my whole heart

how you started dating headcanons poly!jily x reader

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i think it would happen slowly, and you’d all start as friends

james and lily would date first, but would have both liked you before they started dating

lily, who harbored her feelings both for you and james for a long time, chose to start dating james when she was ready for a relationship because he reciprocated those feelings openly

and james, who was always open about his long time crush on lily, but started having feelings for you later on and kept it quiet, because lily was the one for him, right?

they fall in love with each other, of course

you’re probably head over heels for both of them so that happening in front of your eyes is likely both captivating and devastating, but it is what it is

meanwhile, james and lily are quite the power couple. and they share everything with each other

when lily tells james she likes boys and girls, james’s first response is a very excited “you too?!” and eventually he’d ask if lily has fancied any girls he knows. hey, he’s just wondering!

your name would come up, and james’s brain would short-circuit. he’d be upfront about also having had a crush on you. but that was the past, right? they love each other now

but the topic of you slowly starts creeping into all their conversations

at first lily would mention things like how much she liked your blouse that day. or how you did your hair, or the color you painted your nails. james would agree with pretty much anything she said, and perhaps stare at you for a bit too long after she pointed whatever it was out

but the conversations would snowball from there, and they sort of start crushing on you openly with each other without saying exactly what it is

yup, lily and james sure do share everything with each other. even crushes

it would be lily who finally says it out loud to james, who probably never would have said it first

after that, they start imagining what it would be like to date you too

also after that, the flirting starts. (obvious flirting. james is really rubbing off on lily)

lily becomes touchier with you, linking your arms when you go anywhere together, asking to play with your hair when you’re lounging in the common room together

and james can barely stand watching without his heart beating out of his chest

james would flirt with you more verbally. often right in front of lily, who looks enthralled somehow, which is kind of puzzling to you

one day, they’d invite you to hang out, and you’d assume it’s a group thing. but when you show up, it’s just them. you shrug it off at first

but when they keep sandwiching you between them, both of their hands brushing against yours constantly, it starts to get weird or maybe it’s a dream come true

i think they’d be apprehensive to actually admit their feelings to you, having no idea how you’d react, or how a relationship like that even works, so it would be something you’d do that would get them to confess

i think it would be really funny if you decide to just ask "are you guys trying to have a threesome with me or something?" whether you're half joking or making a serious accusation

lily and james are very confident people, but that would surely turn them into stammering messes until a confession is finally blurted out by james most likely

but maybe if you’re not bold like that, you’d start to pull away from them a little, maybe out of nerves? a little fear or doubt? whatever it is, james and lily notice it and would realize they need to be honest, considering that they’ve kind of been coming on a little strong

in this scenario i think it would be lily who would do the talking, and james would be there enthusiastically nodding along as she confesses their feelings and asks you out

no matter how it happens, you like them back, so you go on a date with them. maybe it’s casual at first to see if this would even work. but when the time comes to make it official, james is bound to have some grand gesture up his sleeve, which lily lets him drag her into (it’s surprisingly pretty fun on this side of james’s schemes, lily would think)

obviously you’d say yes

james and lily aren’t sure how to navigate this kind of relationship, and if you asked them a year ago they never would have expected it for themselves

but they’d have deep feeling for you (they are the definition of lover boy and lover girl) and they’d be committed to figuring it out

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[ ★ AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON as JAMIE ★ ] 28 Years Later (2025)

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poly!jily masterlist

main masterlist ✮ author's favorites ❀ fluff – ‪‪‬❤︎ angst – ⏾ hurt/comfort – ☁︎ smut

headcanons

how you started dating (coming soon)

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GOD DAMN this is so yum i love munch james

Touch Tank

pairing: james potter x f!reader

he’s so pretty when he goes down on me, gold-skinned eager baby

smut | munch!james | oral f!receiving

James comes home late, slamming the door a little harder than he means to, boots thudding across the floor. He’s still in his work robes, tie loose around his throat, hair sticking up worse than usual like he’s been raking his hands through it all day. The moment you see his face, you know he’s had a bad day.

You’re opening your mouth to ask when his lips are already on yours, hot, rough, and greedy. “Don’t-” he pants between kisses, “don’t ask, love. Just, fuck, I need you.”

And he does. You can feel it in the way he hauls you into his arms, carrying you toward the bedroom like a man possessed. He tosses you onto the bed, your skirt pushed up around your hips before you can even breathe. His hands are shaking, not from nerves but from the sheer force of restraint snapping inside him.

James doesn’t bother undressing himself, doesn’t bother with finesse. He just spreads your thighs wide, dragging your panties aside, and devours.

The first stroke of his tongue is filthy, wet, desperate. He moans into you like he’s gulping down air after drowning, latching onto your clit with a hunger that makes your spine arch off the mattress. “Merlin,” he groans against you, nose pressed into your mound, “been thinking about this, about you, all fucking day.”

Your fingers thread into his hair automatically, tugging when he sucks hard enough to make your toes curl. He groans at the pull, rutting his face deeper, like he wants you to use him, to fuck his mouth until you can’t see straight. His tongue works in fast, greedy strokes, flattening, flicking, plunging inside you and then back up to tease your clit until you’re trembling.

“Jamie, fuck,”

“Yeah, that’s it,” he murmurs against your slick, his voice wrecked, lips glistening. “Say my name when you come. Need it, love. Need to hear you.”

Your thighs try to close around his head, but he growls, prying them back open with a strength that makes your stomach twist. “Not done. Not even close.” He’s panting between licks now, ravenous, every groan vibrating against you.

The first orgasm rips through you so hard you cry out, clutching at the sheets, but James doesn’t stop. If anything, he gets hungrier, groaning into your cunt like the taste makes him dizzy. “Sweetest thing I’ve ever had,” he mutters, tongue relentless as he licks you through it. “Give me another. You can, can’t you, love? Be good for me, yeah?”

Your legs shake violently, but he pins them down, his big hands spread over your thighs to hold you open for his mouth. His nose bumps your clit as he plunges his tongue inside again, groaning when you clench down around him. When you whimper that it’s too much, his eyes flick up to you, wild and adoring all at once.

“Too much?” he coos, voice dripping with filthy affection. “Never too much for my girl. You’ll give me another, won’t you? You always do.”

And he makes you. Again and again, until you’re sobbing his name, your slick coating his mouth, his chin, his jaw. He’s wrecked beneath you, hair matted with sweat and your arousal, glasses long discarded somewhere on the floor.

By the fourth orgasm, tears streak down your temples, and James still won’t let up. He presses his face harder against you, moaning into your cunt like he’s drunk on it. “That’s it, cry for me, love. I’ll eat you till you can’t think. Till you forget your own name, yeah? Just mine left on your lips.”

You’re gasping, begging, your body twitching uncontrollably. He finally pulls back for air, lips swollen, face a mess, and licks his way up your inner thigh slow and obscene. His eyes meet yours, completely blown with lust, and he smirks with his mouth still glistening.

“Better than anything,” he murmurs hoarsely, pressing a kiss to your overstimulated clit that makes you jolt.

And then, like the greedy, insatiable bastard he is, he’s already lowering his head again.

YEAHHHHHHHHH munch james 4 life

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waiter! a boy with the ego the size of a lake but the heart to match it please and thank you

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How about a quick drabble with James on the trend on tiktok with a girl who shows her boyfriend her teeth pretending there is something there and then she likes bites on her nail?

I really like the trend and I am single so a girl can only dream 😓

YESSS thank you for this request, i saw that trend and thought it would make a cute james fic so i was so excited to receive this!

is there something in my teeth? james potter x fem!reader

summary: you do a flirty tiktok trend with your boyfriend ⊹ 452 warnings: a little suggestive at the end

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“Come record a video with me,” you say innocently, propping up your phone on your vanity.

James pads across the room, his arm slinking around your waist when he reaches you.

“For what? Our outfits?” he asks, running his fingers through his hair, making sure it looks just right for your camera.

“Uh-huh,” you say, smoothing out your dress.

The two of you have just finished getting ready for a date night. This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve asked James to film an ‘outfit of the day’ video for TikTok, so naturally, he assumes that’s what you’re doing now.

You lean forward and start the recording. As you practiced in your head, you pause and bare your teeth for the camera. You pick at something nonexistent, straighten up, and turn to James.

“Wait, is there something in my teeth?” you ask.

James pushes his glasses up his nose, squinting at the spot you’re pointing at. He’s just starting to shake his head when you tilt your chin down, batting your eyelashes up at him as you bite your nail seductively.

James blinks, eyebrows shooting up as his eyes dart across your face. He breaks into a smile and howls a laugh as he catches on that this is some kind of joke, but only after his heart starts beating a little faster.

James scoops you into his arms and you yelp, holding onto his shoulders for support as your feet are lifted from the floor.

“C’mere, gorgeous,” he murmurs, nipping playfully at your neck.

“Have you seen that trend?” you ask through laughter.

“No,” James replies, still placing kisses along your skin as he gently puts you back on your feet. With his head tucked in your neck, and the lovely scent of your perfume filling his nostrils, he starts to get ideas. “What do you think about doing dinner a little later?” he asks, nipping at you again, a little more firmly.

“We have a reservation,” you remind him, giggling as you push his head away.

James shrugs, unbothered. “But I’m really not that hungry anyway. Why don’t you help me work up an appetite?”

“James!” you scold, but your tone carries a hint of amusement. He reluctantly lets you wiggle free from his grasp, and you end the recording.

He jokingly grumbles about you being a tease as you drag him out the door. You just shake your head at him.

In the car, you trim a bit off the end of your video, add the music for the trend, and post it. You’re not surprised when it becomes one of the most popular videos on your page.

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Based on your idea of Governess!Reader and the Hardings, I imagine it's Anna who falls first. She would see you most and love how well you care for the girls. Friedrich would see the adoring look Anna gives you and takes notice and falls for you too! -🍒 anon

Oh, yes, I absolutely adore this.

Friedrich strikes me as the type who gets jealous easily, so he notices right away when Anna’s attention starts to drift toward you more often than not. He sees how Anna gives you that soft, secretive little smile she used to reserve only for him when they were courting. There are other signs too. While Anna is always kind and sweet to all the servants, there’s something different about how she dotes on you—buying you books, fancy quills, and parchment when she realizes how much you love to read and write in your spare time. Perhaps, once the children are tucked in bed and Friedrich is supposedly tied up with work in his office, she invites you to join her for a drink until it turns into a near nightly thing.

He also notices how touchy Anna is with you, a light hand on your shoulder or your arms linked when you walk together with the children. After that, Friedrich begins to watch you more closely, wondering what it is that’s drawn Anna’s attention. You’re lovely in a way he can’t deny, and so wonderful with the girls, but soon he starts to notice other things. Like the sharp wit in your conversations, your knowledge of history and literature that goes far beyond what’s expected of a governess. And then there’s the way you look back at Anna when her attention strays, how you go out of your way to please her, to make things easier for his wife.

One night, as they sit together on the sofa, watching you play with the children on the floor, Anna leans closer to him and, with a wistful smile, says, “You’ve noticed her finally, haven’t you? She is so lovely.”

“She is,” Friedrich agrees, his fingers interlacing with hers, his mind already drifting toward the thoughts of how you'd look in their bed.

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How about a quick drabble with James on the trend on tiktok with a girl who shows her boyfriend her teeth pretending there is something there and then she likes bites on her nail?

I really like the trend and I am single so a girl can only dream 😓

YESSS thank you for this request, i saw that trend and thought it would make a cute james fic so i was so excited to receive this!

is there something in my teeth? james potter x fem!reader

summary: you do a flirty tiktok trend with your boyfriend ⊹ 452 warnings: a little suggestive at the end

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“Come record a video with me,” you say innocently, propping up your phone on your vanity.

James pads across the room, his arm slinking around your waist when he reaches you.

“For what? Our outfits?” he asks, running his fingers through his hair, making sure it looks just right for your camera.

“Uh-huh,” you say, smoothing out your dress.

The two of you have just finished getting ready for a date night. This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve asked James to film an ‘outfit of the day’ video for TikTok, so naturally, he assumes that’s what you’re doing now.

You lean forward and start the recording. As you practiced in your head, you pause and bare your teeth for the camera. You pick at something nonexistent, straighten up, and turn to James.

“Wait, is there something in my teeth?” you ask.

James pushes his glasses up his nose, squinting at the spot you’re pointing at. He’s just starting to shake his head when you tilt your chin down, batting your eyelashes up at him as you bite your nail seductively.

James blinks, eyebrows shooting up as his eyes dart across your face. He breaks into a smile and howls a laugh as he catches on that this is some kind of joke, but only after his heart starts beating a little faster.

James scoops you into his arms and you yelp, holding onto his shoulders for support as your feet are lifted from the floor.

“C’mere, gorgeous,” he murmurs, nipping playfully at your neck.

“Have you seen that trend?” you ask through laughter.

“No,” James replies, still placing kisses along your skin as he gently puts you back on your feet. With his head tucked in your neck, and the lovely scent of your perfume filling his nostrils, he starts to get ideas. “What do you think about doing dinner a little later?” he asks, nipping at you again, a little more firmly.

“We have a reservation,” you remind him, giggling as you push his head away.

James shrugs, unbothered. “But I’m really not that hungry anyway. Why don’t you help me work up an appetite?”

“James!” you scold, but your tone carries a hint of amusement. He reluctantly lets you wiggle free from his grasp, and you end the recording.

He jokingly grumbles about you being a tease as you drag him out the door. You just shake your head at him.

In the car, you trim a bit off the end of your video, add the music for the trend, and post it. You’re not surprised when it becomes one of the most popular videos on your page.

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