#(no one look at james one hand i tried to fix the thumb but i failed)

[courfee]

oh, your love is sunlight

[moonstruckme]

Could you maybe do Siri speaking to the reader in French and they don’t understand french maybe they think it’s dirty or something. But he’s being incredibly sweet and talking about how much he loves them but he won’t tell them what it means ahh

Thanks for requesting!

cw: Sirius is unbearably cheesy (I'm unbearably cheesy about him)

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 408 words

Your face is so red it’s a wonder you’re not sweating, but unfortunately for you, your misery isn’t enough to dissuade Sirius. Actually, it’s half the fun. 

“You’re so cute when you get like this,” he says to you in French, letting the light syllables flow from his lips as they curve into a devious smile. “My poor baby, so afraid of hearing me say how lovely you are.” 

“Sirius, please, what’re you saying?” you ask in English, looking pained. When Sirius shows no inclination to answer, you turn to James. “All I got from that was ‘baby.’” 

James eyebrows are knit together in concentration. “I’ve only picked up on a few words over the years, but I think I heard ‘ass’ in there.” 

You squirm uneasily, and Remus scoffs. “Stop talking about your girlfriend’s ass in public. I don’t care what language you use, it’s still weird.” 

“Don’t worry about it,” Sirius says, and you visibly relax at his use of your common language. “It’s no bother to you if you can’t understand, is it?” He fixes his gaze back on you. “If they knew how crazy I am for you,” he goes on in French, “they’d never let me hear the end of it. So I’m sorry, but some secrecy is necessary.” Your eyebrows pinch in distressed confusion, and Sirius leans forward, kissing between them. “I’m not going to pretend your ass isn’t lovely—”

“There!” James exclaims. “I definitely heard it there.” 

“—but that’s hardly the best thing about you, angel. You make me so, so happy.” 

You’re gnawing at your bottom lip, and Sirius takes your face in his hand, pulling it free with his thumb. “Someday, I’ll tell you how much you mean to me, when we can both handle it better.” Your blush worsens at his saccharine tone, and he grins. “Though I’m not sure if I can afford to wait until you stop being embarrassed by compliments, my sweet girl.” Sirius cuts a look to the side, James staring him down as he tries feebly to catch a word or phrase he might know. “It’ll have to be when we’re away from these idiots, too.” 

James’ eyebrows fly up, and Remus chuckles. “Okay, even I got that one. You talking shit about us, Pads?” 

“Always,” Sirius says in English. He moves to your side, tucking you under his arm and pressing a kiss to your overwarm cheek. “Not you, though, mon coeur.”

[daenysx]

I have one !! One for the road with my lovie james potter <333 im on my period rn and i just know he'd be the best !!! I need a hug from him !!!

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james potter x fem!reader, fluff

"is it too cold in here?" you ask, discomfort drips from your voice.

james shakes his head, it really is not. you frown, bury your face back to your pillow. a groan comes out and james puts a hand on your lower back.

"i can get you another blanket but that'll be too hot, sweetheart." he whispers. he rubs gently on your skin. "what about a cup of tea?"

you can't help your tears. you feel everything too deeply, a normal thing for the second day of your period. you can't feel your legs, your bones act like they are made of porcelain, and you can sense another cramp in your belly.

"baby." james leans in closer to dry your tears. "can i do anything to help? you're breaking my heart, don't cry."

"it hurts too much, jamie."

james coos, he pushes your hair back to see your face. "are you okay to cuddle?" he asks.

you nod. "but i need to go to the bathroom first."

he helps you walk to the bathroom because your legs feel numb. when you're securely inside, james goes back to the bedroom to fix the wrinkled sheets and blankets a little bit. he isn't sure if you want tea now but he can quickly make it if you ask him to. he tries to get some air into the room by opening the window.

you wash your face before coming out of the bathroom. james closes the window when he hears the water running, 5 minutes of fresh air is better than nothing.

"can we have some tea?" you ask, feeling a bit better.

james gives you a long kiss on your forehead. "of course we can." he says, huge hands cupping your cheeks. "i'll be right back, sweetheart, go get under your blankets."

you nod, do as he says. you sit with your back leaned to the headboard, you spend some time on your phone until james returns. he comes back with two cups of steaming hot tea, puts them on the nightstand before he sits next to you.

you hold james's hand, he massages your palm with his thumb. your other hand goes on your lower belly, your mixed emotions curl up in a ball deep in your chest.

"jamie?"

james looks at you. you have an exhausted look on your face, physically and mentally worn out. he wants to make the pain disappear. he wants you to tell him everything he can do to make you feel better. he wants to call his mom and ask her for advice. he just wants to know things about how to get through these a few days every month because seeing you like this, without your usual energy and smiles wreck him into pieces.

"cuddles?" you ask.

james pulls you to his lap gently, your legs are on either side of him. he's able to rub your entire back now, and it's great. you put your head on his chest, his body becomes a huge pillow.

"why do you look so sad?" you ask with a quiet voice, pressed to his chest.

"because you look sad, angel." he replies. "i know this is all normal but i hate seeing you so tired and upset."

you play with his fingers. "i'll be okay."

"hmm." he kisses your hair. "you'll be okay."

you settle down, james keeps rubbing your back until your tea gets a little drinkable. he holds you close the entire time, his palms cover your lower back and thighs. he presses gently, only enough to relieve the numbness.

you fall asleep before finishing your tea. james forgets his own cup, he's too focused on you. he kisses your hair many times, holds your hand when a cramp hits you badly. he can see that you feel better though. it was a difficult morning but he thinks he can at least show how he's with you through everything, and maybe that will help.

[myobmaya]

Slow Burn | Eddie Munson

Eddie munson x fem!reader (established relationship with mechanic!eddie)

Description: after a long day of work, you just need the comfort of your boyfriend

Tw: smut. just sex with eddie.

for my eddie gir™️l @boomhauer I hope this makes up for the times we bombarded you with Steve (one day we’ll get you to admit you’re truly a Steve girl)

The voices of Metallica blast through the small auto shop off the side of the road in the small town of Hawkins. It’s one of three that the town offers, but the only one that seems to be open closer to midnight.

An orange 1969 Ford Mustang sits in the garage. Eddie Munson lays under the car fixing up some mechanical problems humming the words to his favorite songs. He’s the only one in the shop. His other two mechanics long gone hours ago leaving him alone to work. Or so he thinks.

You lean against the doorway watching the way his foot taps from under the vehicle. Despite the long shift wearing you out, you find enough energy to be at your boyfriend’s shop instead of going home.

Today was a rough day.

You didn’t want to go home to an empty house. You need to be around the person that could make you forget your boss’s lack of help and the patrons cruel words.

Not wanting to startle him, you lean over and stand on your tippy toes to reach the radio that sits on the counter beside the doorway. Your fingers turn the knob down and the music goes from deafening to a more appropriate level.

Eddie’s turning his wrench on a pipe when he hears his voice rather than James Hetfield’s singing the lyrics. He turns his head to the doorway for a clue and sees a familiar pair of shoes.

A big grin spreads like butter across his face and he’s pulling himself from under the car.

Eddie’s eyes squint as the light hits them. The flashlight he had propped under the car gave him just enough light to work with, but not enough for his eyes to adjust.

It only takes him a few seconds for the sting of the lights to go away. Once they do, you fill his sight and his chest fills with warmth.

He grabs the rag that sits on the hood of the car. He makes his way towards you wiping the visible grease from his hands. His hands are stained with the car residue, a familiar sight you’re used to.

You push yourself off the door and meet him halfway.

“Hi, baby,” Eddie greets you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. The other holds your cheek as you entangle your arms around his back. He puckers his lips giving you a quick kiss.

You pull back but keep yourself wrapped up in him.

“Whatcha doin’ here?” He asks, stroking his thumb against your cheek.

You lean your face against his palm. He takes notes of your tired eyes and the worn out look on your face.

It didn’t matter if you tried to hide your emotions. Eddie always held the key to unlock what you try to hide in your head.

“What’s wrong?” He asks. His eyebrows are furrowed as his thumbs stroke your cheek bones.

You shake your head not wanting to talk about work right now.

“I just needed to see you,” you lean forward and steal another peck from him. Eddie smiles cupping your face. He squeezes your cheeks together causing your lips to pout.

He laughs and gives you a peck. Your plumped up lips causing the two of you to enjoy the silliness.

“Well, I’m happy to be of service.” You give him a tired smile. He returns it before glancing at the clock on the wall. It’s nearing midnight. He looks back at you and the needy look in your eyes is enough for him to conclude he’s closing up the shop for the night. The car he was working on can wait until morning.

You let him take one of your hands into his.

He makes his way to the couch that sits to the side of the garage. An area he often used when he needed a break or to catch a nap after long hours.

Eddie takes a seat and pulls you right onto his lap. Your legs settling over his, your arm encircling around his neck as you lean against his chest. His hand rests on your knee holding you closer to him while the other meets your hip.

You feel his thumb begin to absentmindedly trace small circles on the side of your waist. His touch is already setting a flame in you.

He brushes back your hair tucking it behind your ear, “What’s going in that beautiful head of yours, doll?”

The lost look in your eyes tells him you’re swimming in your thoughts. And he’ll do anything to pull you back in.

When you don’t reply right away, he presses his lips to your neck. He keeps it innocent, leaving it as soft pecks as he makes a trail up to your cheek and back down.

“You know,” you take a deep breath trying not to bring yourself to another stress meltdown, “Work took forever. Some days it feels like Satan, himself, is my boss.”

You feel his kisses stop so he can look at you.

Focus on you.

Listen to you.

Your voice comes out as a whisper, “I just hated today.”

Eddie immediately sympathizes with you. He’s had his days, though becoming his own boss has definitely cut down on them. But, he still understands the stress you’ve had and only wants to make you feel better.

His hand moves up to your back, rubbing soothing circles on it. “How can I help?”

Tears spring to the back of your eyes. How can I help? A simple question, yet one that no one bothered to ask today. Most days you don’t need the help. But some days, days like today, it would have been great to have someone show the kindness you needed right now.

Eddie takes the pad of his thumbs and wipes under your eyes. The stress from today pulling down on your shoulders.

You don’t need help anymore. The work day is done. It’s over with. You just need to be engulfed in the person that has always helped you in more ways than one.

Turning to Eddie, you take him in. The white tank top clings to his skin, dirt and motor oil stain it, but he’s never looked better. His sun kissed shoulders are kissed by the recent tattoos lining them. His curly hair is pulled back in a low bun, his go to when he’s working.

There’s something about the way he effortlessly looks so fuckable in his mechanic clothes that makes you needy for him.

Eddie watches your eyes trail over him. The way your tongue peaks out before your teeth suck in your bottom lip gives him confirmation of why you’re here. He knows what you want. But, he needs you to say it.

You meet his coffee colored eyes. “I need you to fuck me.”

Eddie takes your chin in between his thumb and pointer finger. He kisses you until you pull away needing air. Your hands tug at the bottom of your shirt, freeing it off your chest before throwing it behind you. It lands on top of the Mustang, neither one of you noticing as Eddie’s hands make work on your bra.

Your bra is tossed onto the ground and Eddie immediately takes your breasts into his hands. He leans down and places open mouth kisses along your skin, licking and sucking every inch of your chest.

His mouth meets your nipple as your hands grip his hair. You feel him groan as you tug on his head, his other hand meeting your other breast. As his tongue circles around your nipple, he lays you back onto the couch.

“Eddie,” his name comes out in a breathless moan as you take in the feeling of his tongue working on you.

He continues his markings on you, working his way down until he stops at the top of your pants. Never letting his mouth leave your body, his mouth lays open mouth kisses to your hips as his hands make work on your pants.

His fingers unbutton them and slide the zipper down before he’s pulling back from you. You lift up your hips as his hands tug down your pants, taking your panties with them.

They’re thrown to the ground and he’s back over you in seconds. The rush of having each other after a long day catches up quickly. He pulls his pants down far enough to grab and pull himself from his boxers.

Your hand immediately goes to your mound, running a finger up and down. Eddie curses out loud, the sight of you naked on the couch in his shop was a wet dream come to life.

He strokes himself as you run your fingers up your wet slit before dipping one in and sliding it up to your clit.

“Baby,” he keeps his eyes on your heat as you rub yourself ready for him.

He hovers over you, keeping one hand beside your head, the other on his length.

“You’re a fucking dream,” his voice filled with lust his eyes full of need.

You grab the back of his neck pulling him to your mouth once more. He holds himself in his hand, guiding the tip of his cock along your wet slit. When he pushes in your mouth falls open, feeling him stretch you out.

“That’s it, baby,” his forehead stays pressed against yours as he bottoms out. Your moans bring a smile to his face as he moves his hips making you feel every inch of him. “That’s my fucking girl.”

The black curls from his pelvis brush against your clit and you swear nothing feels better than being filled up by him. You could have a hundred more bad days if it meant ending them like this.

“Eddie,” you whimper out, wrapping your fingers into his hair. He nods his head against yours leaning down to capture your lips.

He pulls himself in and out of your wet cunt enjoying the sensation of you taking him deeper. “You feel so fucking good.” And he means it. Nothing beats having his cock buried in you after a long day of working nonstop. Needing you even more, his hands fall to your waist. They grip your hips in a tight embrace as he pulls you up with him.

“Come sit on my cock, baby,” he whispers against your lips. You feel him pull out of you, only to sit back and lean against the back of the couch. He grabs your thigh and helps you climb into his lap.

You steady yourself with one hand on his shoulder, the other gripping his aching cock in your hand. His hands never leave your thighs, holding them in a tight hold you’re sure will have his fingertips indented by morning time.

He watches as you take his cock and run it up to your clit. You moan feeling the tip against you before guiding it down your pussy and sinking down on it.

Eddie lets out a loud groan seeing your cunt swallow his cock. He sees the ways your eyes flutter and how your breathing staggers. The way you completely give yourself to him sends a shock wave through his cock.

Just him looking at you with that fucked out look on your face is enough to make him cum. You settle your hands on his shoulders before you lean in and kiss him, grinding your hips taking him further.

The way your eyes shut and your breathing staggers brings a grin to his face. He knows you’re getting there.

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good for me.” Eddie groans feeling you squeeze around him. You pick up your pace chasing for release.

His hand leaves your thigh to slip in between your legs. You rest your hands on his shoulder and begin to lift your hips up and down his length.

“You look so fucking good taking me like this,” Eddie praises taking his thumb and rubbing it against your clit. The movement causes your eyes to open. You look down and watch as you fuck yourself on his cock, his hand working on your clit.

Eddie grounds his feet into the ground and sinks his back against the couch. Lifting his hips, he meets yours every time until you’re eventually leaning forward.

Your forehead presses against his as he fucks up into you taking over. His hand never leaves your clit taking all the work from you.

“That’s it, baby. Keep fucking yourself just like that.”

It’s not long before the euphoric feeling you’ve been aching for all day is creeping in. Eddie feels your nails dig into his skin and hisses. The pain mixed with the pleasure of fucking you feels so good.

Your whimpers increase and you’re letting him know you’re about to cum.

Eddie nods against you, telling you to cum. He wants to hear those sweet moans as you let go. He needs to feel your pussy clench around him and milk his cock clean.

Your legs tremble and you’re coming undone, head falling to his shoulder. He groans feeling your pussy tighten around him and he’s grabbing your hips keeping you steady as he fucks you through your orgasm.

He feels your breath against his neck and grips your hips tighter. Your sensitive cunt takes him over and over until he’s spilling inside of you, the feeling nearly sending you over the edge again.

Neither of you move for minutes, basking in the afterglow of your post orgasm haze. You practice regaining your breath, staying put in his neck. His hands move from your waist to your back as he traces small circles on it. Both of you taking each other in.

“You still with me, doll?”

Eddie feels you smile at the pet name. You lift your head and he looks down at you. Eyes tired but the smile he’s been searching for has finally made an appearance.

“Hi,” your voice is soft.

Eddie kisses your forehead. “Hi, baby.” You press your lips against his before pulling back. You look down at your still connected bodies before bringing your hands back up to his shoulders. He helps you steady as you lift off of him, the mess between you two present.

With weak legs you go to the cabinet off to the side and open the drawer where the clean rags are hidden. You pick up your shirt that was thrown on the car, hearing Eddie chuckle.

You clean yourself up, grabbing an extra clean one and make your way towards Eddie.

He gratefully accepts the rag and wipes himself clean as you make work to dress yourself. By the time you’ve slipped your clothes back on, Eddie’s already pulled his pants over his hips.

“Let’s go home?” You suggest looking down at him. It’s late and you’re both done for the day. You pick up a hand and link your fingers through his. He lets out a loud groan as helping him off the couch making you laugh at his dramatics.

His arms find their place around your shoulders, bringing you in to kiss the top of your head.

“Let's go home, doll.”

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A/N: is tumblr giving anyone else a hard time when it comes to saving drafts? :( I’ve been having the hardest time uploading and posting hopefully this time my paragraphs don’t get double posted and deleted :(

thank you @littlesubbyflower for going in and editing when my mushy brain refused to

thank you to my wonderful beta readers @loveshotzz @strangermarvelss @thefreakofhawkins86

[xjustakay]

(10/2) prompt: lantern — 959 words (firefighter james vs. his beef with the month of october - pt.1, pt.2, pt.4, pt.5) @jegulus-microfic

Regulus leans his hip against the edge of the counter, sliding a for-here mug in front of where James sits on a stool at the seating bar there. He’s out of the full uniform he usually stops by wearing now that he’s free, but still wears the navy colored tee emblazoned with the station’s shield on the left side of his chest. Dark brows lift when James blinks down at the warm beverage before looking up at him.

“What’s this one, then?” James asks.

He rarely looks as tired as he does; his job keeps him extra busy but it doesn’t typically show. He’s done four twelve-hour days in a row and unfortunately they’ve been consistently busy ones this time around. Regulus is glad that he’s got a full two days off from the station now, because James needs it. Of course, he’s glad for selfish reasons, too, but that’s beside the point.

“Try it.” Regulus nods toward the mug.

Despite the instruction, he prevents James from immediately doing that when he reaches across the counter. There’s a small black smear of smoke residue high on his cheek —clearly not washed off completely before James exited the station— that Regulus smudges away with his thumb. As if his few days hadn’t been long enough, James’ final day of this stint had consisted of some idiot teenagers setting off fireworks as a prank and accidentally setting a fire.

He probably should be nicer, perhaps not playing a cheeky little joke on him, all things considered, but Regulus can’t help himself. Knows that James tends to appreciate this about him anyway.

When James finally does get the chance to lift the drink in front of him and take a careful sip from it for a taste, face immediately scrunching in disgust, Regulus can’t help but huff out a quiet laugh.

“Oh, you’re so mean to me,” James whines petulantly, bending to drop his forehead against the counter.

“Quite the opposite reaction I typically get to a pumpkin spice latte,” Regulus hums.

James lifts one hand to flip him off and Regulus laughs fully this time. He’d learned as soon as the seasonal flavor was set to come out that James hates it, has hated it since the very first time he tried it, thinks it’s overrated and that ‘pumpkin doesn’t belong anywhere but in a pie.’ James sits back up with a deep breath, pushing the mug back across the counter.

“Can’t believe you’ve done this to me right at the start of hell month,” James complains.

“Should I have waited until November?” Regulus jokes.

James sneers at him, but it borders on playful. He scrubs both hands over his face after the fact, nudging up his glasses to rub at his eyes. “God, October really is fucking awful for emergency responders.”

“Halloween really brings it out, huh?”

“You don’t even know.” James drops his hands and looks at him levelly. 

Once again, Regulus is struck by how exhausted he looks. He can’t wait to get off work soon and go home, put James right the fuck to bed so he gets a bit of rest finally.

“Last year, this one woman had lined her porch with this old fashioned oil lantern, a whole bunch of them. For aesthetic, or whatever, all for a decorating contest in her neighborhood. Nearly set her whole bloody yard on fire when one got bumped and knocked over by one of her kids,” James shares.

“Here I thought it would have been one of those jack-o-lanterns people just leave candles burning in for hours on end,” Regulus says.

“Pumpkins actually aren’t combustible, funnily enough. As long as it’s a real one, anyway. Those popular new fake ones people like so much might avoid the rot, but they’re extremely flammable,” James replies.

“Love when you talk fire facts to me,” Regulus teases.

“Shut up,” James chuckles. “Now, if you could oh so kindly fix me a coffee that is not this seasonal abomination, I’d appreciate it.”

“Mm, you’ll have to pay for that one.” Regulus scrunches his nose faintly.

James rolls his eyes, shifting on his stool to retrieve his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans, but before he can get it out, Regulus shakes his head. He moves to stand directly across from him, pressing one palm into the counter to lean forward while his other hand tucks beneath James’ chin, tilting his face upward. Recognition flashes in James’ hazel eyes, a lopsided smile curling at his lips.

“Oh, that kind of payment, I see,” He breathes. “Do you let all your customers pay like this?”

“Only the obnoxious, attractive ones from the fire station up the street,” Regulus mutters.

“Your ability to insult me and compliment me at the same time never ceases to amaze, love.”

“Well, I aim for above and beyond customer satisfaction, obviously.”

James hums and straightens up just that little bit more to be able to press their lips together. It’s a slow and lingering sort of kiss, sweet and wanting, but not too much. It’s just lucky no other customers have come in and that Regulus’ cousin owns the place, or he’d never get away with all the time he spends interacting with his boyfriend like this while on the clock. He eases back after a few seconds, brushing his thumb back and forth beneath James’ lower lip.

“Little less than an hour left, yeah? Then we can go home and get you to bed,” Regulus notes.

“Always trying to get me into bed with you,” James teases, blinking heavy lids, eyes flickering down to Regulus’ mouth.

Regulus snorts and gently flicks at the edge of James’ jaw. “To sleep, you heathen.”

“Mhm, whatever you say, love.”

[petals2fish]

Smutty Saturday

Read on A03 (Note: Rated E for a Reason!!)

Dani looked up as Dimitri hovered over her. His black eyes were filled with lust as he pushed his finger into the cotton of her underwear, feeling how wet she was for his–

"Lily!"

Suppressing a frustrated groan, Lily tore herself away from her book. Today was supposed to be her day to blissfully immerse herself in a romance novel while savoring a cup of steaming tea in the corner of the common room. Just as she was getting into her latest read, "Charms of Change," someone had the audacity to interrupt her. She was just reaching the climactic moment where the main character was about to confess her love to the wizard who saved her life. But now, her cherished Smutty Saturday was threatened by the sudden appearance of Penny the Pain.

Penny's real name was Penelope Pander, a second-year who fancied herself as head girl material. Lily was fairly certain Penny would vie for the position if she could, but instead, she seemed content to report every minor issue to Lily as if it were her responsibility to fix. No matter how hard Lily tried, she never seemed good enough in Penny's critical eyes.

"No," Lily stated firmly, cutting off Penny before she could speak.

Penny appeared flustered, fumbling nervously with her wand. She knew it was Saturday, as did everyone else. All afternoon, nobody had bothered Lily, choosing instead to direct their inquiries to the currently absent Head Boy. Even Penny knew better than to risk Lily's wrath by disturbing her precious reading time.

Lily barely glanced up from her book as she maintained eye contact with Penny and repeated, "No."

Penny clasped her hands together, as if in prayer. "Please, just hear me out, Lily."

Lily slammed the book shut with a loud snap, so much for finishing.

“I have told you a hundred times, no one is allowed to bother me on Saturday except for my book, my boyfriend, or my best friend." Lily listed the items off with her fingers. "Are you any of those things Penny?”

“No, but—“

“Then figure it out yourself, Penny,” Lily said, reopening her book and crossing her legs to show (as well as she could) that she was done with the conversation.

  His black eyes were filled with lust as he pushed his finger into the cotton of her underwear, feeling how wet she was for his thick fingers. He whispered her name before he rubbed his thumb against her aching--

“But—“ Penny's high-pitched voice was so annoying. 

“No buts.” Lily didn’t even look up from her book as she reiterated, “it’s one day, I only ask for one day, Penny.”

He whispered her name before he rubbed his thumb against her aching clit, making her tremble at the thought of how badly she wanted his fingers in--

“Frankie Barry and Sasha Verbs got stinging nettle all over them and are in the hospital wing until Monday!” Penny blurred out, her stupid voice once again breaking Lily of her focus. “You have to take over their rounds tonight.”

Lily closed her book again, this time even more highly annoyed as she looked directly into Penny's eyes. “Annie Davis is the alternate, Penny, she can do the rounds.”

Penny shook her head quickly, “No.”

“What do you mean, no?” Lily snapped, “Penny, I made the schedule with the Head Boy, I know who the alternates are for Saturday nights.”

Penny pulled at the wand in her fingertips, “Annie Davis has poisoned nettles too.”

Lily wished she could have resisted her urge to break into a grumpy fury, but she’d never been one to hold back her feelings when her private time was being interrupted. She should have read her bloody book in her room, behind the four-poster curtains. “How the bloody fuck do three of my Saturday prefects have nettle poisoning?!”

Everyone in the common room looked over. Lily didn’t even bother apologizing for her outburst. She stood up, towering over the second year Head Girl wanna-be. This should be James’ problem, not Lily’s, he was the one who handled the weekends.

Penny pushed her glasses up her nose and said matter-of-factly, “Uh, Frankie apparently used the Herbology lab as a prime snogging spot and didn’t know nettles were bad for human skin.”

Lily narrowed her eyes, “that disgusting git.”

Penny looked relieved that Lily’s anger was no longer directed at the room, “I know, the poor girls, imagine finding out your boyfriend is cheating because you both have stinging nettles up your arse.”

Lily took three deep breaths, debating if she ought to go tell Frankie off herself. Or ensure he got a few more stinging nettles up his dick. She was pretty sure she could talk Sirius into a little mischief. James too, if she promised a kiss afterwards. 

“You have to take the rounds,” Penny repeated, cutting off Lily’s revenge plot. “McGonagall said so.”

“The Head Boy does weekend covers,” Lily said, “so go bother him.”

“I did.”

“So why are you telling me?” Lily asked, “why aren’t you after the Head Boy?”

Penny flushed, “well, I went to the quidditch pitch to tell him on McGonagall’s orders.”

“And?”

Penny shrugged, “and I was turned away.”

“Blessed,” Lily pressed her fingers to her temples, “please explain why James had the audacity to send you my way?”

“Penny scratched her neck, “erm, well James didn’t send me away.”

“Then who did?”

“James was in the air, so Nigel Babbington sent me to you, and said you’d have to handle it.”

Lily would kill that stupid son of a witch, Nigel Babbington. He hated that James got Head Boy and Quidditch Captain. He said James would never be able to juggle both. He probably sent Penny back in the hopes McGonagall would take Head Boy away from James for skirting his duties and give it to Nigel instead.

“Babbington sent you to me?” Lily confirmed, “not James?”

“Nigel said James was too busy dropping quaffles on passes to worry about Head Duties.”

Lily’s jaw dropped. First Nigel tried to sabotage James, now Penny admitted he was also shit talking James’ form? Lily had never seen a single quaffle slip from James Potter’s fingers in seven years, she doubted she ever would. If the Head boy was good at anything, it was being good at catching things in his hands. it was a wonder he never became seeker, what with his talents. 

“Babbington is as big a prick as any.” Lily huffed, tossing her book on her seat to go rescue her boyfriend and talk to the Head Boy.

Convenient that they were both the same person.

“If James can’t do it,” Penny squeaked, “then you have to.”

“Don’t worry about what I have to do, Penny.” Lily said, “I promise the world will not crumble under my watch.”

"Right." Penny tucked her wand into her robes, sounding unconvinced, “ Or…I could do it, I could do rounds.”

“As enticing as that is, Penny,” Lily said as she hiked her skirt up with a roll, “you’re still only in second year, and McGongall would string me up by my hair if she found out that I let you do rounds alone.”

“I’ve been following your solo rounds all year!” Penny argued, “please, Evans?!”

“I—wait.” Lily paused, “you’ve followed me on rounds all year? As in since September?”

“Yeah.”

“Penny!” Lily exclaimed, “you’ve been stalking me?”

“James said if I wanted to be like you, I should watch you at work.” Penny said. "I still think I'm better at rounds than you, though, no offense. You're a little slow."

“ Ach .” Lily pushed back her long red hair, “do me a favor Penny, and please never listen to James again.”

Lily walked away, muttering under her breath. Penny the Pain had the decency not to follow. Lily would have to keep a sharp eye behind her back on rounds. Knowing that Penny had been following her doing head girl duties was scary, even more so since Lily never spotted the second year.

The sun was just barely peeking out of the clouds outside as it set beyond the horizon. Thunder rumbled in the distance. It was perfect weather for curling up with a good book. Lily’s book was sitting back on her chair in the common room, alone.

She was just getting to the best part of the book when the guy got the girl. When the clothes started falling off. When the sexual tension was dripping off the page. When she had to curl her toes as she imagined her own boyfriend kissing her heatedly in shadows and doorways.  Sometimes, after she finished a particularly good book, she'd go find him for a kiss, or ten. 

Now, the only tension Lily had was Nigel Babbington’s audacity to say James needed to focus on quidditch and not complete his Head Duties. That was utter blasphemy, and he knew it, the prick. The deal was that Lily would cover any missed shifts on weekdays, when James had required quidditch practices. On weekends, when quidditch practice was just for fun, James was required to fill into empty spots on the calendar.

She was in such a blind rage that she didn’t even remember making it to the quidditch pitch. All she knew was that she looked up at the air and no one was playing quidditch anymore. It was clear they'd all come down from their posts to shower and socialize before dinner.  

“I can’t fucking believe this.” Lily muttered, “Penny couldn’t have waited fifteen minutes for them to be done…”

Lily stormed into the stands, underneath which, a long hallway ran and was full of students. There were boys and girls hanging about laughing and gossiping over broomsticks and pumpkin juice. Lily stormed past some of her friends who were sitting in a circle together, barely waving at them despite their welcoming smiles.

 "Where are you going?" Mary called in her sing-song voice.

 "James." Was all Lily said when she noted Nigel Babbington sticking his tongue down Annika Johnson's throat. 

“He’s just gotten off the pitch, Evans!” Sirius Black shouted after her, "Come sit with us!"

“No!” Lily shouted at him, "this can't wait!”

“He’s probably in the sho—“

“It’s a Head emergency!”

She heard them all whisper and Sirius suddenly laughed when Lily didn’t even glance their way. She made her way down the long wooden paneled hall, her heart pounding. The students became fewer, and it was clear everyone was wrapping up to make it to dinner. At the end of the long hallway, the locker rooms were stationed. She’d been in the girls’ room plenty of times to meet her friend Marlene, but she didn’t turn to the right, no, she turned to the left.

There, to the boys’ side.

She pushed through the doorway, blinded in the moment by her rage, not even thinking of knocking.

“James, I’m gonna need you—” She stumbled over her words. “Holy shit.”

Lily stared at him. Her jaw was probably on the floor. James had clearly just gotten out of the shower. His messy black hair was shining, dripping water down his tan neck. The beads of water rolling down his skin caught her eyes and she followed their path down his sides. She stood in her spot, her throat closing up as her boyfriend was displayed in front of her looking like a fucking movie star.

Has he always looked that toned? 

She’d really only seen him with his shirt off, and that had been few and far between. The lines on his shoulders made up of muscle rippled as he moved, and she imagined running her fingers down that back. She wondered if she could kiss every long line, every sharp curve, and even imagined what he must taste like. This was better than any fucking book, this was real, and he was hers. 

James glanced over his shoulder when the door slammed behind Lily, announcing her presence more loudly than her original outburst. Her eyes at that point were fully gaping at his arse, which was peeking out from low hanging trousers he'd been scooping up his legs. He’d been hiding that arse from her under his school uniform, and Lily felt like it was a crime. 

“Lily!” James finished pulling his trousers up, quickly, his fingers stumbling on his zipper.

James' tan skin stretched over his arms. Lily wondered how he was that toned from simply tossing a ball in the air. She imagined he could probably toss her around too, if he wanted. His wire frame glasses were slipping down his nose as James turned to face her, showing off his bare chest. Oh, she loved his chest. He had a line of hair that she could follow right down to the V of his pelvis.

“Hi.” Lily managed to squeak.

James ruffled his wet hair, droplets flying out, “shit, Lily, someone else could’ve been in here!”

The alarms in her head were blaring, telling her that flight was the best response to seeing her boyfriend practically naked. For crying out loud, he’d only seen her upper half without clothes, they hadn’t gotten past second base. 

But now she was thinking, ‘we just might get past it.’

James danced on the spot, uncertain from her dead silence. “Hello?” He asked softly, stepping forward to pretend and knock on a door between them. “Anyone home, Evans?”

“Never mind.” She sounded like a talking animal in a Disney movie, her voice was so high pitched. 

“What?”

And then, very uncharacteristically of her, Lily ran out the door.

She was well aware that her face was redder than a cherry tomato. Everyone sniggered as she swiftly walked past. She knew that everyone knew exactly why her face was suddenly breaking out in hives.

“That bad, huh?” Sirius called after her. "I tried to warn ya!"

"Not now, Black!" Lily sent him a rude hand gesture as she kept retreating.

If James was following in nothing but his trousers, she was pretty sure she would die from humiliation. Who saw their partner, naked, and ran in the opposite direction? Lily wouldn't be surprised if James broke up with her. She didn't know if he'd believe she ran because she was overwhelmed by how attracted she was to him at that moment.

Luckily, no one followed her back to the castle.

Lily had barely made it past the front entrance hall when none other than Professor McGonagall stopped her with one hand in the air, “I presume you and the Head Boy figured out who was covering shift tonight?”

“I’m doing it.” Lily said quickly, eager to escape before news got out about her waltzing right into the locker room.“I’m covering.”

“Excellent,” McGonagall nodded, “it starts at six, and goes to ten.”

“I’ll just grab some food before starting then,” Lily stepped towards the tables lined with food, “bye!”

She was aware her face was still burning as she swiped a sandwich from the Gryffindor table. She ignored her friends, anyone really, who tried to engage her in conversation. She was worried she might actually die if she admitted walking in on her boyfriend in the shower.

Not that she was ashamed, but she was incredibly turned on. She wished she had taken a few seconds longer to study the arch of his back as it turned into his hips. She should have taken a mental picture of the way his chest hair curled and trailed down to the line of his trousers.

Lily’s footsteps were loud against the stone of the third floor corridor. She paced the halls, only stopping to check behind tapestries for snogging students. Being that it was Saturday, Lily knew the snogging was more apt to happen in Hogsmeade than anything.

Merlin, what she wouldn’t give to be snogging James Potter right now.

She made it to the seventh floor, also known as the most boring floor in existence. The tower was used as storage, mostly old desks and books long forgotten. Only teachers and the head students had the keys, checking it once a night before continuing on. Lily pushed open the door to go into where all the books were being stored, walking to the back of the room just for fun. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be finishing your book today? You were so excited yesterday, I actually kind of took offense.”

Normally, Lily would’ve brightened at the sound of his voice echoing into the dark room during rounds. Normally, Lily would jump right into his arms and kiss him gleefully. Normally, she wouldn’t be thinking of doing more than kissing when she caught his hazel eyes flickering under the flames of the wall torches.

James tilted his head inquisitively when Lily didn’t have a sassy comeback about her book. He moved smoothly, like a deer in the forest, barely making a sound. Lily stood frozen in front of a stained glass window near the stack of charms books, her face turning bright red instantly. Lily swallowed thickly when James positioned his body in front of hers.

At least he was fully clothed this time. 

“I’m on rounds.” She blurted out, stupidly.

James tucked his fingers under her chin as he acknowledged, “I can see that, love.”

He called her love, he always had, even before they started dating. It still turned her knees to mush. He leaned down, pressing his mouth to hers softly. Oh fuck, she was kissing him back, losing initiative, losing focus. His kiss warmed her up, undoing the knots on her insides like magic. 

Her hands slid up his arms, feeling his body move closer to hers. Lily's mouth opened against his so that she could capture his lower lip, tugging it impatiently, feeling the skin flex under her teeth. James responded to that by deepening the kiss, tasting her with ample amounts of his tongue against hers. His left hand angled her face before it slipped against the back of her neck, holding her in place as they kissed.

 Too bad he was fully clothed now. 

When James pulled back, Lily's eyes were still closed. She could feel that he hadn’t gone far. His exhaled air washed over her mouth sensually, promising her that he hadn't given up all his kisses yet. It was better than any book she’d ever read, but maybe that was but maybe that was because it was James doing the romancing.

“Why are you on rounds?” He asked, voice deeper than usual. 

Lily's head was spinning from his arrival. “Frankie Barry and Sasha Verbs got stinging nettle all over them and are in the hospital wing until Monday.”

“Yeah I caught them having a go at it in the Herbology lab,” James said, “but I thought Annie was the alternate for tonight.”

“James,” Lily opened her eyes to find him watching her very closely, “Annie got stinging nettles too.”

“How did Annie get nettles?” James was so cute when his nose wrinkled up from irritation.

“Probably from that prick Frankie.” Lily huffed, “Penny told me that he was shagging them both.”

“Fucking fifth years,” James rolled his eyes, “they’re nothing but raging hormones.”

“Yah,” Lily pretended to agree as her left hand felt it’s way up his bicep, “raging hormones, the lot of em.”

James noticed her attention waver. A knowing smile overtook his face, showing off the sharp square of his jawbone. Lily wished he wasn’t wearing robes, they did nothing for the figure underneath. And boy, was there a lot hiding underneath. James started kissing her neck, sucking gently at her pulse point so that she leaned into him.

“How did you find me?” She asked him, despite enjoying the way he was marking up her neck.

“Oh, I noticed you were missing from dinner, so I asked around. Penny the Pain ended up telling me that you were supposed to be finding me.” He replied conversationally, nipping at her skin playfully. “I left out the fact that you did find me earlier, but Sirius unfortunately told the entire table what happened two seconds later.”

Lily groaned, letting her head fall back. “No.”

James chuckled as he brushed her hair out of his mouth's way with his fingers, “he finds it hilarious that you saw me naked and ran off without any explanation.”

“Mm sorry.” She mumbled, slurring her words when he blew cool air onto the hickey he'd just undoubtedly made.

James pulled her face to look at him, showing nothing but empathy in his eyes, “bit shocking for the both of us, yeah?”

She nodded miserably, “I should’ve knocked, but I was so mad about Frankie, and Nigel, so I had to come get you."

"I get Frankie, but why Nigel?"

"Because Nigel Babbington thinks you need more practice on a broomstick.” Lily rolled her eyes.

James immediately retracted in horror. “That bastard couldn’t catch a quaffle if it hit him in the face!”

Lily pouted her lower lip and gave him her saddest eyes. “Yeah, obviously that’s what I said!”

“Well, those pricks aside,” James brushed her hair from her face with his thumb, “why don’t you go back to the common room, and I’ll finish your route?"

Lily stood on her tiptoes to angle herself a little taller, “you mean it?”

James softened at her enthusiasm, “of course I mean it, you work your cute little arse off all week so I can play quidditch. You should get time to do what you want to do, too.”

She didn't know how to tell him the only thing she wanted to do was keep touching him in that tower, where it was unlikely anyone would find them. 

Lily took both his hands in hers, frowning considerably. “I wish we had an alternate of an alternate, James.”

“To be fair, neither of us predicted Frankie would give both sixth year prefects nettles.” James said, using his body to slowly push the back of her knees right into the window ledge. “Come to think of it, we did the best we could, so really we should both be off the hook here.”

She pushed her fingers through his curls, which were dried despite his earlier wet appearance, “I like the way you think."

"I get my best ideas from you."

"I love you.”

And then she realized what she had said, out loud. Shit, was he going to go into shock? She eyed his frozen features, looking carefully, like he was prey that might flee from her arms. His hazel eyes read her, skimming her face, her hands, her body. Lily sucked in a deep breath of air when he removed any more space between them, his chest pressing up against her white button down.

There was something unspoken and wild when he closed the gap between their lips. She laughed into his sudden flurrying kisses, made up of long strokes of tongue and scraping teeth. James had one hand in her red curls, his other hand pressed against her arse, lifting her onto her tiptoes higher. Higher. She was practically balancing on her black school shoes, her tongue tasting every corner of his all-too-eager mouth. 

There was something incredibly hot about the way he was holding her there, something invigorating about the way she could barely keep up with his kissing. His passion spread through the room life a wildfire. She was burning in him, feeling every inch of her body catch sparks that erupted in bolts that streamed from her head to her core. It was always like this when she kissed James Potter, and she didn't want the feeling to ever end. 

Lily’s hair was tangled between his fingers while he arched her head to deepen the strokes of his tongue. He tasted like mint toothpaste, or gum, but she couldn’t decide which one as her nails scraped through his dark black hair desperately seeking more friction. She could smell him, only him, the sweet scent of cinnamon and soap. James slid both his hands under her skirt, lifting her into the wide sill of the window, which allowed her to wrap her legs around his waist.

“I love you too,” he finally replied, eliciting a soft sigh from her lips as he spoke inches from her, just in case he wanted to dive back in.

“I'm not saying that just because I like your arse, either." She nipped at his tongue.

James smiled against her mouth, "you like my arse?"

"I loved everything I saw, to be honest."

“Fuck, this is so hot, like a dream.”

She pressed her mouth along his sharp chin, leaving a trail of kisses to his ear where she whispered, “been dreaming of me, have you?”

“I think I’ve got hormones to rival a fifteen year old.” James’ fingers were wound up in her skirt now, holding the fabric tightly as if he might rip it off her. “Especially when I saw you earlier, I mean, when I saw the way you were looking at me.”

Lily’s fingers were unbuttoning his robes, desperately trying to get to the skin she’d seen earlier, “I’m sorry I ran, you’re just way too handsome and I died a little.”

“You’re lucky I didn’t run after you,” he kissed her again before admitting, “I like how you keep looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you just saw me naked.”

“I did.” She giggled.

“Damn, you’re right.” He sighed, “I just keep giving you whatever you want.”

Lily pressed her forehead to his gently, “how shall I ever thank you?”

“This is a good start,” he joked, the edges of his eyes wrinkling with humor.

“We could get in trouble if we got caught.” Lily thought the idea only turned her onto him more.

James placed butterfly kisses along her chin between every word of, "we're just snogging."

Lily's hands felt up his shoulders, wishing they were bare, "I wouldn't mind a little more."

His hands slipped under the fabric of her shirt, cupping her breasts over her bra, “something like this?”

Lily turned her head to capture his wicked smirk. She kissed him slowly while his left index finger slid under her bra to play with her peaked nipple. Lily felt tingles between her legs when he touched her like that, and so she kissed him harder, her hands grasping for hold. Even with his kiss, his hands, and his undivided attention, Lily still wanted more. 

“Let’s go,” he begged into her mouth, seemingly having the same thoughts as she did. “The lake is bound to be empty this time of night.” He nipped her playfully with his teeth. “This time we’ll both strip down to our underwear.”

“That sounds pretty fun.”

“Rounds only go till ten, and then— holy hell ."

His whole lower body had shifted into hers when she locked her legs around him, using her ankles as shackles. She balanced on the edge of the windowsill, until his right hand started holding one of her legs to his body. Lily felt it as he rolled his hips up and into her. He must’ve liked it too, because his hips jolted a little more roughly on the second go. She dug her nails into his skin, meeting his thrust with one of her own. 

 "Lily, you’re so needy.”

“I'm needy?" Lily could feel him, and he was getting hard despite all the fabric still separating them.

James softly whined her name and it made her see stars.

“You gonna make it to the lake?” She asked him, loving that he hissed like it was possible he wouldn’t.

“Are you sure you didn’t make this entire nettles thing up, just to get me turned on so much that I'd jump you on rounds?” He teased back, hot breath splashing over her face. “You just wanted to shag me, right?”

“The nettles are true,” Lily said, “but I did not expect me running away from you to garner such a—ah— James .”

He had thrusted and rolled his thumb over one of her nipples at the same time, making her entire face flush from pleasure as she gasped his name. James got a dirty and possessive look at that, repeating the motion so that he could watch her hitch on an inhale, totally overcome by the sensation. She watched with wide eyes as he pushed aside the fabric on her right breast, leaned down, and put his mouth on her skin. When his tongue fell against her peaked skin she felt another flash of heat from below that had her wiggling in place. She was desperate for more friction, more James, more feeling. 

“You might’ve run away.” James had left her bra pushed aside when he stood up again, and the cool air elicited a new feeling on her skin. “But before that, you just stood there undressing me with your eyes and as I watched the flush creep up your cheeks…all I wanted to do was get you to look like that while I was ravishing you.”

James was definitely getting whatever he wanted. She was absolutely turned on, more so than she ever had been with him. She knew he wouldn’t go so far as to have sex with her, but she wondered if he wouldn’t mind experimenting a little. They had time, rounds didn't end until ten, and no one would come looking for them. 

“I want to touch you,” she whispered when he started kissing up her neck. 

James sucked her skin thoughtfully before asking with a husky voice, “touch me where?”

"Where do you want me to touch?"

Lily dropped her legs from around him to give him room to move. He was pushing off his robes, letting the fabric fall to the ground. Lily watched with hungry eyes as he pulled his shirt over his head, making it join his robes on the floor. It was only seconds before he was unzipping his trousers. He already knew the answer to Lily's question. He was just teasing her, and looked pleased by the turn of events as he readjusted her legs around his hips.

"You promise not to run this time?" James kissed her, sweetly, affectionately, only deepening the touch between them by pushing himself into her so that she could feel how hard he was.

"Yes." She hummed happily when he started moving his body into hers in a wholly sexual way. 

"Are you sure you want to go further?" He confirmed, "We can stop, whenever you want.”

“Okay," she whispered, "but I don't want to stop right now."

Lily had never touched anyone like she wanted to touch him, and was even disappointed when he stopped moving against her so he could readjust. James shimmied his trousers and underwear down so that they rested on him just as they were when she walked into the locker room: barely hanging on. Her hands unlocked from around his neck as she looked down and prepared to take a daunting step with the boy she loved. He was holding himself, but watching her with expectant eyes, seemingly unsure of how she would respond.

“Show me how,” Lily told him, and James took one of her hands, wrapping it around the base of his cock.

“Just go for it,” James said as her fingertips slid along the length, making him twitch involuntarily.

"What if I suck at it?"

“I'll help.”

Lily felt the thickness of his body, but she was more marveled at how velvety he felt. He hissed when her fingers slid underneath the shaft gently and he bucked forward, making her entire hand wrap around him in gut reaction. His hands grabbed ahold of her waist as if seeking to anchor himself to something, and she didn't mind that it was her.

“Fuck,” he closed his eyes once more when she moved her hand in a pumping motion, “are we sure I’m not dreaming?”

“Not dreaming.” She confirmed before asking, “does it feel good?”

James managed a short laugh, as if she was absurd for even asking. Lily brought her mouth to his and he willingly accepted her kisses as her hand started moving up and down his shaft in slow, unpracticed, motions. James was distracted by her hand, only kissing her absentmindedly, almost like he could not handle thinking about both at once. She felt James quivering, and her hand was starting to feel tired. James rutted into her hand again, ripping his mouth from hers to hiss a long stream of curses. It was clear he wanted more because he was wide eyed, nothing but need dripping from his expression. 

“Here,” he said gruffly into her neck, removing her hand from him and placing it on his balls, “touch me here.”

Lily didn’t know what she was doing, but did as he asked. James’ own hand started pumping fast against his cock. Lily watched, enthralled by the sight of her boyfriend coming totally undone before her without any embarrassment. His chest was heaving as he grabbed her hand again, guiding her into the fast paced movements until he was panting for air. She watched and waited as she followed his instructions, eager to see him fall totally apart for her. 

“I’m gonna—“ James tried to warn Lily to move her hand, but it was too late.

She’d always wondered what boys were like when she was alone late at night, touching herself, but nothing could’ve prepared her for witnessing it first hand. It was messy, for one, getting all over her legs and skirt. James barely even blinked at it, he was too busy catching his breath. Lily adjusted uneasily, trying and failing to look like the products of her touch didn't bother her. 

“Sorry.” James breathed into her skin, and Lily could tell by the curve of his mouth that he was grinning. “Give me a second and then I’ll clean you up.”

“It’s fine.” She kissed the top of his head softly before admitting, “I never did that before.”

James looked up, arching a playful bow, looking rather euphoric. "You've never seduced a boy before?"

Lily pinched him, "you caught me, this was all a ploy to seduce you into finishing rounds with me."

“You could seduce me into a cauldron full of nettles, love,” he said in a loving voice, “especially if you ever touch me like that again.”

 "I think next time it's my turn." Lily suggested.

 James' jaw dropped. "Can it be next time, now?"

 Lily laughed as he kissed her again, marveling at how her Saturday had remained smutty after all, only this time there was nothing fictional about it. 

[luveline]

could i request remus getting in a fight (i know it’s not like him at all but maybe it was ab the reader?? idk) and then shy!reader has to patch him up and it’s rlly fluffy and cute. i love all your work!! 🤍

i did rockstar!remus hope you don't mind it's not a huge detail CW r is cornered by a creep, fighting, bloody knuckles ♡ shy!fem!reader | 1k words

The dressing room is silent. 

Remus sits slouched in a chair with his hand hiding his face, fingertips aligned over his brow and the pad of his thumb pressed to his top lip. His knuckles are bruised. Deep, cruel bruises. The index knuckle is split and scabbed with dried blood. 

You lean against the vanity, your cheeks tearstained but dry. He's still so angry. 

Not with you. The opposite, he's angry for you. Some techie had tried to lay hands on you during the set. You remember Remus' face filled with post-show adrenaline and how it had drained when you told him what happened. He'd been very quiet, characteristic if abrupt, and asked you who. 

There's a roll of bandages, a square of gauze and an antiseptic wipe in your hands. 

"Remus?" you ask. 

He drops his hand and blinks. The anger is occluded by fondness. "What, dove?" 

"Can I fix your hand?" 

Remus straightens in his chair. "Sure you can." 

You put the gauze and bandages in his lap and step in between his legs. His hand on the armrest, you curl your fingers around his wrist to hold him still and dab at his split knuckle gently. 

Remus pulls your waist. You let him, unsurprised when his face drops into your abdomen. 

"Sorry, dovey." 

You stop your wiping and swallow. There's lots of things you want to say. Don't be sorry. That guy cornered me and he could've done worse. You're brave. Thank you for defending me. 

"I love you," is what you say instead. 

He looks up. "You're not upset?" 

"No," you say. You reach for the gauze in his lap and lay it over his knuckles. "Can you hold this, please?" 

Remus gives your hip a small squeeze before he does as you ask. You wrap the bandage around his hand and his bruised knuckles, feeling silly because you don't really know what you're doing, you just want him to feel looked after.

"I didn't know you…" You let his hand fall gently and put your hands on his shoulders, fingers slow and shy but very, very desperate, coveting the soft strands of hair at the nape of his neck. 

"Go on," he prompts as he always does, tilting his head back in your hold. 

"I've never seen you fight someone." 

"I don't do it often," he says dryly. 

You can't help but laugh. "No, I'd hope not."

You both go silent, looking at the other with a vast range of sticky sweet emotions. 

"I didn't mean to make you cry," he says eventually. 

You hesitate, eyes closing. Your words are slow; you think of each one carefully before you say them, "You didn't make me cry. I was just worried about you. Watching James have to pull you off of that guy, it was… it was a lot." 

"I'm sorry," he says again. 

You open your eyes, find him shaking his head from side to side, lips parted in regret. 

You smile and your cheeks apple, eyes squinting ever so slightly. 

Remus smiles. "But you already know that," he says. 

"Uh-huh. Doesn't matter," you whisper. "None of it matters. I'm just glad you're okay." 

He pulls you in close and you feel heat move over you in a wave, worse when his hand comes to the back of your thigh. He drags your leg onto the chair between his until you're forced to brace yourself on his shoulders and lean your weight in his lap. 

"Don't be silly," he murmurs. "Sit properly." 

And you explode internally, climbing onto his thighs with an awful churning in your tummy. He makes sure you're settled comfortably, doesn't care that it takes a lot of shuffling or that the chair is hardly big enough to accommodate you both. 

"There, that's better." 

You take your hands back from his shoulders and stare at his t-shirt, a black short sleeve sporting the Def Leppard logo in burning orange. You trace the letters with your eyes. 

"Hey," he says, tapping under your chin with his free hand, the other a clear heat behind your back. "You've gone all shy on me." 

You ignore him lest you spur him on. He tsks and leans back as far as he can in the chair, dark eyes half-lidded, a smugness in the uptilt of his mouth. 

"Does it hurt?" you ask. 

"No, dove. My nurse did a great job. She was super fucking pretty, too. The sweetest thing." 

You press your lips together tight to smother a pleased little laugh and move your gaze up. He looks super serious as always, his eyes unflinching where they pour into yours. 

He rubs under your eye with the very tip of his ring finger. When he's done he moves to the second, wiping away your smudged mascara with all tenderness. 

He graces your cheek with the side of his hand. "Poor girl. Still so pretty covered in tears." 

He's sick. In the head. You hope your pout clues him in to how unfair he's being and he reads it wrong, or knowing Remus he doesn't read it wrong at all, only chooses to act as if he did when he pulls you down. Firm, almost stern, his hand slides up the length of your back and holds your shoulder as his lips press to yours. You close your eyes and let yourself be kissed, too melted by him to do anything more besides kiss back lightly and screw your fingers in his shirt. 

"Slow down. I'm injured," he whispers. 

That does it. You're pent up and tired and he has no business making jokes at your expense. You laugh so much you have to drop your forehead to his chin, physically unable to hold yourself up. 

Remus pats your back. "I love you," he says warmly. "Didn't say it back before." 

You wrap your arms around his neck and sigh. You hadn't doubted it. 

[sourgreenlupin]

hi! sorry i took so long to post anything, been a very chaotic few weeks. no prompt here, just remus tending to sirius!

word count: 583

sirius sulked his way through the castle corridors, trying his hardest to ignore the gasps and giggles as he passed.

he continued his sulking all the way up to his room, he wasn’t exactly excited about james finding out, but he had an attack plan.

walk straight to remus’ bed, ignore james’ inevitable, incessant worrying, have remus fix everything, and the most important step, never ever bring any of this up to anyone ever again.

so he took just a minute to compose himself, deep breath, wince, twist, push, exhale.

‘pads!? what the fuck? are you okay? oh merlin, what happened? who did this? here, here, sit down, stay here, ill get you ice and- where are you going?’

sirius shot a deadly glare at james— bitchy, he knows, but the bruises and black eye fit as an excuse.

though remus has yet to show any interest in anything other than the book he was reading, sirius continued his plan.

he grabbed remus by the ear (‘SIRIUS!’), pulling him off the bed, and dragging him through the room into the bathroom.

remus complied with a muttered, ‘you could have let me mark the page, or you know, just asked,’ and a friendly wave to a still frantic james.

sirius helped lupin stand up and handed him his bag of muggle medicine.

‘i only brought you cause you’re good at healing,’ sirius defended himself; uselessly.

‘i know,’ remus has his wand and his various supplies set up before he spares a glance in sirius’ direction.

the gasp is almost guttural.

sirius’ swollen cheek, probable broken nose, lip swollen and oozing blood, red splotches scattered across most of his visible skin; sirius looked utterly beaten.

‘merlin, is it really that bad?’ sirius tried (unsuccessfully) to laugh it off, but it ended in a wheezing cough.

‘sirius, merlin. who did this to you?’ remus thumbs over the bloodied lip, more blood dripping down as he swipes over it.

sirius barely contains a shiver, with remus analyzing every inch of his face, his thumb still resting on his lip, and the hand still gripping his jaw, turning and adjusting sirius to his liking.

while remus starts on the treatment, sirius sighs out his embarrassment.

‘snape had said some nasty shit about mudbloods, as if he isn’t one himself! but he was calling some first year these awful names, and i obviously said some- ow!- thing to him, and then barty comes out of nowhere ready to fucking kill me,’ with breaks and winces, sirius mutters out his story to an attentive remus.

‘oh baby, too caring for your own good. i appreciate you standing up for that first year, but quit getting yourself involved with snape, it never ends well for anyone.’

‘i can’t just let him go around thinking he’s the shit, he’s gotta learn somehow.’

‘by having his friend beat the shit out of you? im not sure i see your plan here,’ remus is giggling and sirius is smiling despite the pain.

remus pulls sirius up by the collar of his jacket so he’s standing, dusts the jacket off, and wipes the dry blood off.

now that sirius is standing, they’re about the same height, so when remus looks up, hes only an inch away from sirius’ face.

‘well, uh, thank you remus,’ sirius stutters out his appreciation in an attempt to diffuse the tension.

‘ehh, you can thank me later,’ then he pulls sirius in, backing him up to lean against the counter.

[reysdriver]

hiya!! would like to request

11:11pm + rockstar!remus + fluff (and/or smut teehee) where they just got back to the hotel after a concert

thank youu

You and Remus attempt to share a night together, just you and him after a concert — rockstar!remus x reader fluff

Warnings: HEAVY sexual references and repartee, alcohol consumption

Words: 0.8k

a/n: this is such an old request that's been in my drafts FOREVER but i finally finished it up and got to posting; hope you like it!

The song the boys played as their encore was still stuck in your head as you entered the hotel, hands entwined with Remus. 

After the concert ended, James and Lily left to have a midnight dinner together and Sirius had taken a fan backstage, leaving you and Remus to go off by yourselves. You weren’t complaining about it, you and your boyfriend had always found tours to be hard in terms of getting alone time together. 

You unlocked the door to the hotel room you had barely spent five minutes in after arriving that morning. It was nice, a far nicer room than you would have ever booked if you weren’t with Remus. As many times as he told you money was no issue and he just wanted to spoil you, a room with one double bed for the two of you was fine in your mind. 

“Wanna raid the mini-bar?” Remus asked, snapping you out of your hotel observations. 

“As much as I want to, and I mean this in the absolute nicest of ways,” You took a step towards him, bringing the back of your hand up to rest on his forehead. With a gentle swipe, your hand acted as a windshield wiper in a thunderstorm, ridding his face of what seemed like a gallon of sweat. “You need a shower, my love.”

He knew what you meant. Rocking out for an entire stadium of fans was no easy feat, always causing him to exhaust himself. 

Remus laughed and wiped the rest of the sweat from his face. “We can shower later.” He told you while reaching for a tiny bottle of whiskey. 

The confidence with which he said ‘we’ was amusing, but not unreasonable. You never wanted to spend time apart when he was touring, so you took advantage of every opportunity you found.  

“Plus, we might just get sweatier soon, so…” With a raised eyebrow, he trailed off, but you knew exactly what he was referring to. Still, you feigned shock. 

“So that’s why you want to drink all these tiny bottles, huh? Getting me all liquored up, Lupin?” 

“Not at all, it’s just a little added something.” He smiled and twisted the cap. “A little liquid confidence never ruined anyone’s fun.”

Your eyes accidentally roamed over to the price list and your jaw dropped. “It absolutely has, Rem. Especially when that little thing costs eight whole pounds!”

The whole ‘rich and famous musician’ thing still hasn’t become the default in your mind, so you were shocked and completely removed from the repartee you were taking part in just a moment ago. 

Remus just chuckled at your reaction. “It’s fine, dove. It would be fine if it were a hundred pounds, eight is fine too. Plus, it’s already opened, so there’s no point in fretting.” He could tell you were still hesitant and tried to fix that. “Here, I’ll go first. I’ll drink half, then you have the rest. That way, we don’t waste anything.”

He lifted the whiskey and took a sip, taking the burn like a champ. Then, he held it out for you, and you rolled your eyes teasingly. 

“Fine, but no more after this. Leave the mini-bar alone now.”

With the bottle’s neck between his thumb and index finger, he happily mimed crossing his heart with his pinky. Remus was just about to hand it to you, but he was interrupted by loud knocking on the hotel room door. 

Curiously, you both went over to open the door, only to find Sirius Black with a giddy look on his face. 

Before Sirius could even explain why he came over, Remus was already trying to subtly get rid of him. “Sirius, we thought you were with a friend; what happened to that?”

“It was just a quickie, it was okay. But, I’m here for something important!” You and Remus both eyed each other, confused as to what Sirius was going on about, then he continued. “There’s a group of fans outside of the hotel, on the side of your window. Wanna moon them?” 

Remus huffed, disappointed that he interrupted your night in for this. 

“Absolutely not. We’ll take a hard pass on that.”

Sirius pouted. “But it’s not as fun by myself.”

Your boyfriend started getting far less subtle. “Okay, well, I’m trying to do something here that’s also not as fun alone. Privacy is much appreciated.”

A stupid smirk strung itself across Sirius’ face as soon as Remus said that. His gaze shifted between the two of you as he knew exactly what he meant. 

“Ah, I get it. Not a lot of alone time on the tour, huh?” Sirius said, starting to close the door between him and you two. “Well, you can tell me if you need anything. If not, I’ll be on my way. Goodnight, lovebirds!”

The door was now shut completely, and the embarrassment was almost enough to get you to forget about the mini-bar fees you would be paying in the morning. 

[n0tangeliccc]

Omg Jimmy smut

Bro I’m so dumb I just realized his name is James

How did I not know that 😭😭🥹😂😂

Opening night

Jimmy x Fem!Reader

(All characters are 18+)

Warning: smut, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, exhibitionism (kinda), and humiliation kinks (I’m bad at tagging help)

A/N: Wrote this based on some hcs I wrote here! (Also this is so late omg Im so sorry😭)

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After weeks of waiting it was finally opening night for Jimmy’s show. This was probably his biggest show to date and he was extremely excited. You had snuck your way backstage to see your lovely boyfriend before his show started to congratulate him, he’d worked so hard for this and you were so proud.

You knocked on the door of his dressing room before walking in, “Hey there Mr. Jokester” you smiled. He quickly turned to you as you walked over “Y/N! W-w-what’s up p-pretty girl” he grinned and pulled you close to him. “Oh nothing just here to see the best comedian ever” you gave his forehead a quick kiss “How are you feeling baby? There’s a big crowd out there” He laughed “Oh I k-k-know, more than 600 p-p-people out t-there doll” you gave his shoulders a reassuring squeeze “Honestly I f-f-feel like I need a l-l-little ego b-b-booster” he looked up at you with a smirk “You’re on in like 10 minutes Jimmy! Can’t you wait until after the show? Maybe a little celebration” he chuckled as he saw your face flush “C-c-come on Y/N this is like our l-l-little tradition we do t-t-this every s-show” “Yeah but…you know how loud I can be and I don’t want all those people to hear” you whispered.Anyone who had gone to any of Jimmy’s shows at South Park knew of this “tradition”, it was no secret how loud you got during sex and as hard as you tried you just couldn’t help it! “C-come on baby! T-t-that’s the f-f-fun part!”

You two had gotten caught a handful of times and as embarrassing as it was you two kept doing it. The thrill of it just turned both of you on even more, so of course you gave in to it.

That’s how you ended up on top of Jimmy with him holding onto your hips, guiding you as you rode him. One of your hands on your mouth trying to contain your moans (and failing miserably) as the other held onto his shoulder for balance. “Wow s-s-so loud, a-almost l-l-like you want to be c-c-caught” Jimmy chuckled as he watched you struggling to hold back your moans “M-maybe you should j-j-just let go d-doll” he smirked before dragging one of his hands to your bud of nerves. “Fuck!” You threw your head back in pleasure as his thumb circled your clit “T-t-there good j-j-job pretty g-girl” He had you exactly how he loved, a loud moaning mess on top of him, his ego had definitely been boosted. A knock on the door made you stop and cover your mouth once again “4 minutes Mr. Valmer” called out one of the workers. You shoot him a panicked look but Jimmy just laughed “A-a-alright I’m a-almost done” He yelled back, “We b-b-better wrap t-t-this up baby” he whispered to you before he bucked his hips up roughly into you. You groaned loudly as you moved your hips to match his movements “I’m close” “M-me too d-doll” he grunted as you both speed up your movements desperate for your release. Your nails dug into Jimmy’s shoulders as with one last moan you came, your walls tightening around his cock. “F-f-fuck Y/N” his thrust became sloppy as he held you down on him before he also came inside you.

Another set of knocks hit the door as you changed back into your clothes and helped Jimmy fix himself up “Your on in 1 minute Mr. Valmer” You smiled and placed a kiss on Jimmy’s lips “Good luck hun” “Oh I d-d-don’t need any after t-t-that” he grinned as he walked out.

You left to sit with the crowd and cheered with them as he walked into the stage. “Wow, w-w-what a terrific audience"

“N-now this f-f-for this first j-j-joke you might have h-heard me and my g-girlfriend backstage…”

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@emyasorensen hope you like it bby🧡

[nickybloodhead]

Kinktober day 23: Deepthroat

His fingers traced your lips as he had you next to him on the bed, his eyes just staring at your mouth with desire, he had been thinking about it around him in so many ways, he wanted it now.

You stuck out your tongue, licking his rough finger and looking into his eyes as you did so, he raised an eyebrow and smirked at your audacity.

"You know, you could use that little mouth for something else" his tone is suggestive, his thumb caresses your chin and then slides between your lips, you suck on it giving him a nod that lets him know you're okay with what he really wants.

His eyes darken, he takes a seat on the edge of the bed and with just one look he orders you to get between his legs, to which, of course, you immediately obey. You help him take off his pants, caressing his legs in the process, he strokes your hair in return, when he is completely naked, you take a moment to appreciate how fit he is, he looks so good, with his white hair surrounding his huge cock; how ever, your study of his anatomy is interrupted when he cups your cheek and makes you look at him.

"You seem to enjoy looking at me, don't you?" he licks his lips and smiles smugly at you, his eyes fixed on you kneeling before him, he loves to see how devoted you are to him, it really turns him on.

"I like how big you are, and you have such a nice cock James, though I don't know if it will fit in my mouth" You look up at him and tilt your head, anyone who saw you would think you were innocent but he knows better, he knows the kind of things you are capable of, you are anything but innocent.

You give him one last look before you focus on his erection, reach over and take it in your hand, smear the pre cum on your lips and hum in delight as you savor the taste of him. You run your tongue over the tip, just little licks that cause James to gasp in ecstasy, you turn your face a little and fit his length between your lips, you kiss his velvety skin as you massage his heavy balls.

His hand removes the strands of hair that fall in your face, he wants a full view of you filled with his cock. You open your mouth in a perfect o and swallow him less than halfway, drool sliding down his length, your mouth completely stretched by his wide girth; you pull him out and look at him a little embarrassed that you can't take it all.

"Hey, it's okay, cutie, I know you can do better than that for me, right?" you nod vehemently and bury yourself back into his cock, his big hand comes to rest on your head and pushes down a little, he's too thick and makes you gag, you try to pull away.

"Easy sweetheart, breathe through your nose, you can take it all, I know you can." You do as he tells you and relax, you slide lower until you bottom out, your nose brushes against the pubic hair as you hold it in your mouth, you swallow saliva which makes your throat constrict around him, James grunts at the sensation and thrusts his hips once more, the gagging sound coming from you makes him grip your hair tighter.

You look up at him with teary eyes, slide his length out of your mouth and give him a few strokes, slam his cock against your tongue a couple of times and gobble it up back into you, take him deep and moan around him, he uses the grip in your hair to start fucking your mouth, the head crashing against your throat, drool dripping down your chin.

James moans with every lunge he gives your mouth, your tongue works wonders at rolling around his girth, you suck and lick looking at him between your lashes, you give his balls gentle squeezes which makes him shudder, you feel his legs spasm slightly, he's going to cum and you're going to swallow it all.

He tries to pull you out of him, but you look at him with determination and you land deeper if possible, moaning in protest as you want him to finish in your mouth, that seems to bring him to the edge and with a deep groan from his throat, he spills into your mouth, you feel his cock fill you and you swallow around him as much as you can.

The over stimulation causes him to push you away as his orgasm ends, you frown and without caring, you wrap your lips around his tip and suck, milking every last drop.

When you are sure that none of his semen will go to waste, you get up on shaky legs and sit on his lap, rest your head on his shoulder and smile sweetly at him. He looks at you with a bit of disbelief and pride, marveling at how excited you always are to suck him, he caresses your face and kisses you, tasting himself on your lips.

"Always so hungry for my cock, aren't you honey? What a perfect girl for me."

How does that part of "so what?" says...

[dancinglikeaballerina]

COLD FEET, r. lupin

you stood in front of the mirror. your white dress hitting the floor. the vail tucked into your nicely done hair. you had butterflies swirling all around inside of you. you tried hard to stomach the tears that wanted to fall out.

you loved remus, truly you did but marriage was scary. it was always a what if. what if it doesn't work? what if this what if that. you knew it would be just the two of you for the rest of your lives. inside that small cottage. you wanted it just like that too. remus wanted it more.

"you look beautiful y/n." lily said knocking you out of your thoughts.

"thank you, lils" you said ironing your dress with your hands. "am i supposed to be this nervous?" you said turning and looking at her.

"of course! your just having cold feet. god knows i was nervous marrying mary." she said while fixing her eyeshadow

"can you get him?" you asked making her stop and look at you.

"it's bad luck for-"

"i know, lily. i just need to talk to him, is all." you reassured her

"oh alright, give me a moment." she said walking out the room quickly.

you let out a shaky breath before turning back to the mirror. it felt like an entirety, waiting for him to come.

you heard a simple knock alerting you that it was remus. you quickly spun on your heels before cracking the door. "remmy?"

"hi dove, everything alright?" he questioned, he was nervous. there were so many thoughts going through his head. what if you wanted to call it off. what if this. what if that.

"everything's fine, rem. just needed to hear your voice." you mumbled, you slipped your hand through the door, feeling him press his lips against it before holding it in his.

"good. good."

"remmy, everything's going to be ok, right?" you asked, you were nervous but that was a given.

"everything's fine, love." he reassured, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand.

"i didn't mean to scare you. just having some jitters, is all."

"i understand, 'it's normal' james keeps saying. dove?"

"yeah?" you could feel him slide your engagement ring up and down your ring finger.

"you want this, right? you're not scared of what the future is going to bring us?" he questioned, letting go of your hand entirely.

"of course i'm scared, it's a new chapter for the both of us, but i also know that you're the one i want to be."

"i should finish getting ready though, i don't want to be late." he joked

"yeah, don't want to be late to our own event." you added to his joke causing him to chuckle.

"alright, i'll leave you to it then."

"i love you, remus." you said before he turned and walked away.

"i love you too, dove." he said before shutting the door.

[daenysx]

hii, rockstar!reader here, i just love the way you wrote them!!! can i request more pretty please? maybe reader is too sick to perform and has to postpone a show she was really looking foward to? and james tries to cheer her up?

thank you for requesting, i hope you like this one too!! (if you wanna check the first fic i wrote for bodyguard!james x rockstar!reader, it's here, but this is not really a second part so you can read them separately)

bodyguard!james potter x rockstar!reader ♡

"james, i have to."

"tell me your reasons without coughing and i will accept, sweetheart."

this is the third time you try to leave your bed. james disagrees, you act like you can run to the stage and sing your songs like you always do, but well- you can't. you can't even form two sentences without your throat bothering you, endless coughs and teardrops complete the sickness trio.

you are sad, your body hurts and not being on the same side with james doesn't help. you put your head back to your pillow, your eyes are begging to be closed. it's so hard, being betrayed by your own body when you have somewhere else to be.

james stands next to your bed, he has his usual attire. he bends down, reaches the same level as your face. you look at him with sad eyes, hoping he'll do something. he takes your hand in his hand, gives your fingers a comforting squeeze.

"i'm really sorry." james says. "i know how much you wanted to play here."

you can't help a tear rolling down on your cheek. it makes your breathing even harder, you sit up to get some air in your lungs. james is on his knees next to your bed, he wanders a soft hand on your back.

"please, don't cry." he says, he sounds really really upset. "you'll make yourself worse, calm down, angel."

"i hate being sick." you say. he gives you a smile that says he knows. he's your bodyguard, he is always ready to protect you. it's difficult for him to see you unwell when he can't do anything about it.

"okay." james starts, voice determined. he rubs a gentle thumb on your tears to dry them. you are focused on his touch and for a moment you forget what you are doing. "we both should be calm if we want you better as soon as possible."

you nod. he's helping, you should do your part. you can't lift your body from bed but you can at least show him you care about his words.

"you need to eat something before taking your medications." he says as he helps you lie down. "anything you want? we can order soup."

he walks through the room to get the meds doctor gave you. he is moving quickly, thinking quickly like it's an operation for saving you from bad guys. he brings you a clean, thin tank top to change into, you manage to wear it without making it hard for james. he opens the window only for a few minutes to get you some fresh air, fixes your sheets without moving you too much. in these 5 minutes after he offers you food, he fixes the entire room for you without even trying too hard.

when he finally finishes the little things on the list he has on his mind, he finally comes next to you. you motion for him to sit, sadness lingers in your eyes but you do feel better. "thank you, james." you say quietly. "you don't have to-"

"come on, sweetheart." he cuts your sentence with a small smile. "you know i'm not doing all of these only because i'm your bodyguard."

you nod, he holds your hand. he looks at you like you're gonna break, like you are someone precious. he pushes your hair back with his free hand, you can see his gentle eyes through his glasses.

"my voice is terrible." you say, just to change the topic. "it doesn't even feel like my voice."

"there's no way i'd ever think your voice is terrible. you'll be better soon, i promise." he says, he means every word. "you'll have a show here one day."

you try to stay strong. you can handle it. if james says you'll be better, then you have to believe him. you give his fingers a weak squeeze. "so you think my voice is cool?" you ask, james relaxes finally when he hears the teasing tone.

"you now have the deep, scratchy voice of a rockstar, angel. you can give me a little concert after you finish your soup, if you want."

you nod, your mind is too tired and foggy from sickness. james tells you a few soup options after that, and you go with your usual choice. he orders it for you, gives you a cool glass of water when you wait for the food.

your throat finally feels a bit better, you realize it when you wake up from the nap you took after your soup and medications. you can at least swallow without hurting. james is fast asleep on the chair he carried next to your bed, his hand still holds yours. you don't move to let him sleep more, it's uncomfortable for him but he once told you he can sleep at anywhere in any position so you trust his word.

you try to go back to sleep, looking at your hero. you can't help but stroking the back of his hand with you thumb. "do you feel better?" james whispers, already awake but still in his sleeping position.

"yes." you whisper back. "you can sleep next to me if you want. i promise i won't cough on you."

he moves under the darkness of your room. he got rid of his jacket hours ago and he quickly settles down on your bed after he puts his glasses on your nightstand. he's more brave when it's dark, you realize. you like this new progress.

he pulls you to his arms, his chest becomes your new pillow. he holds you closer, until your breathing goes normal. "you can cough anytime you want, angel. i have a good immune system."

you smile against his chest. it's the best sleep you had in weeks when you finally close your eyes.

[ddejavvu]

hey!! so I just requested a James (or Sirius) fic where he finds fairy!reader in the forest with a damaged wing and helps her, and I was wondering if you could actually write it with Regulus instead 😅 (again, there’s no need if you don’t want to write it, and I’d be fine with any of the three)

thank you!!

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

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The moment Regulus sees your tiny body plummet to the water, his heart stops. He had not been expecting you to fly over the lake while he was skipping stones, but the splash from one of the particularly heavy ones he'd chosen doused your wings, and you'd fallen instantly.

He rushes in without a second thought, but he's glad you're in shallow waters, because he can't swim.

He scoops your tiny, trembling form off of the surface of the water where you'd been trying to float. Your wings are soaked through, pathetically droopy, and you give a feeble cough as he totes you back to shore.

"I'm sorry," He rushes to apologize, the legs of his trousers wet as he sits back on the grass. He has a hard time finding his wand in the tall grass by the lake, but once he does a drying spell is tumbling from his lips, and you're devoid of all lake water.

You're still weak with your adrenaline crash when you sit up in his palm, looking disoriented and defeated as you stare warily up at him.

"I'm sorry," He repeats, dark eyes oozing with sympathy, "I didn't mean to hit you. Are you okay?"

"I'm dry," You marvel, glancing at his wand, "Thank you."

"Don't mention it." He shakes his head, "You're not hurt, are you?"

"I don't think so," You muse, wobbling to your feet as Regulus tries keeping his hand as steady as possible. You lurch sideways at an involuntary tremor, and he juts his thumb out so that you can grab it for stability.

"Sorry," He moves to put you down in the grass, but you cling to his thumb like a lifeline.

"You have pretty hair," You muse, walking up his arm like a tightrope as your wings drop golden dust from their glittering surface, "Can I fix it for you?"

"Uh," Regulus blanches as you flutter beside his head, miniscule fingers combing through his individual strands of hair, "Um, I suppose? What are you going to do?"

"I'll braid it like mine," You offer, turning your head so that Regulus can see a small, fragile braid running up the side of your bun.

"Alright," He nods slowly, then, "What were you doing over the lake?"

"I wanted to say hi to the fish," You explain, fingers already grouping and twisting his hair, "They're my friends."

"That's cool." Regulus keeps his eyes on the waters surface, knowing there's a lot more than fish down there, "Have you ever met the squid?"

"Oh, yes!" You nod cheerily, and Regulus shudders as the way your hands rake through his hair sends a shiver up your spine, "He likes the gifts I give him."

"Gifts?"

"Mostly flowers," You nod, "Speaking of: Can you hand me that daisy there, please?"

Regulus plucks the thin green stem from the grass, holding it up to you cautiously, "Why?"

"It's pretty in your hair," You explain simply, tucking the flower into his braid.

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The flower doesn't last ten minutes in his hair after you flutter away. In fact, Regulus hunches in the shadows of the castle to undo the strands you've woven together in his hair, shaking it out before anyone sees him. But the daisy he slips between two pages of an old textbook, and when it's charmed to be unbreakable, the dried flower goes in his pocket.

[whumpyourdamnpears]

Fruit of the Wicked: Chapter Three

CW: lady whump, male whumper/female whumpee, poc whump (whumpee is a Black woman), age gap whump (whumper is an older man), religious whump (Christianity), psychological whump, verrrryyyy brief suicidal ideation

A huge shoutout to Marz and Gen for beta reading this chapter

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Dani could distantly hear humming as she dreamed.

The tune was familiar, but she couldn’t quite place where she’d heard it before. Maybe she’d heard it from the country station her car had been stuck on for the first few months she had it. Maybe she’d heard it come from the lips of an old lover, who she’d inevitably leave once she’d grown tired of the city she’d been staying in.

Maybe she’d heard it from the diner.

Her eyes flew open when she realized she wasn’t alone. As her eyes focused, she could see the man from the diner, her captor, sitting in a chair across the room from her, humming the song she couldn’t put a name to and flipping through the pages of a curled leather book. He grinned when he noticed she was awake.

“Took you long enough,” the man said, uncrossing his legs. “I was starting to worry you’d never wake up.”

I wish I hadn’t. Dani squinted, trying to see the man through the dying sunlight. How long have I been asleep? She tried to make out the expression on his face. He didn’t look angry, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t.

The man stood up and made his way over to her, shaking his book in his hand. Dani quickly sat up, groaning as she did so. Her body felt stiff and ached terribly. It’d been years since she last had to sleep on the floor, and yesterday’s metaphorical beat down wasn’t helping how she felt. When he reached her, he leaned forward and held the book inches away from her face. “You ever read one of these?” He asked, giving it a wiggle.

Dani stared at the book, making out the faded gold lettering on the leather cover that read, The Holy Bible: King James Version. She shook her head. “No, I can’t say I have.” She said, not taking her eyes off the cover. “Haven’t had much reason to.”

He shook his head, sighing. “I figured as much.” He began to thumb through the pages. “Someone like you’s never felt the fear of God before.”

“And how would you know that?” Dani asked.

“Oh, it’s obvious.” The man brushed her off with the flick of his hand. “A god-fearing woman doesn’t act a thing like you.” The man stopped, a dark look in his eyes. “I could make you fear God.”

Dani couldn’t help but scoff.

“No, you don’t think so?”

“Oh, I absolutely don’t think so. Why would I be afraid of something I don’t believe in?”

“We’ll fix that.”

“I’m sure you’ll try.”

The man gave Dani an all-knowing look. “I think it’s time we get started on our lessons, Dani, don’t you?”

“Lessons?” Dani sat up straighter. “What do you mean, lessons?”

The man smirked and returned to flipping through the pages of his Bible. It took him a minute before he finally came across what he was looking for, and when he did, his smile grew wider. “If we’re going to reform you, darlin’, we’ve got to get some scripture into you.”

“But I don’t need reforming.”

The man rolled his eyes. “That’s what they all say.” Tapping his fingers against the leather cover, he said, “This lesson is simple. I’m going to read you a verse, and you’re going to say it back to me.” He said, trailing his fingers down the page he’d flipped to.

“What happens if I don’t?”

The man studied the page of the book for a moment before closing it and tossing it back onto his chair. “Then I’ll have to punish you.” He dug his hand into the pocket of his corduroy jacket before producing a small, thick strip of leather. The man began to wrap the leather around his hand, leaving a good portion of it left dangling. “Remember this?” The man asked, watching himself wrap more and more of the leather around his hand. “Now, if you do what you’re supposed to do, you won’t have to learn what this does. But if you don’t—” The man paused. “Well, pain is a great motivator for learning.”

Dani swallowed, but couldn’t squash the anger that began to flare.

“Let’s begin.” The man approached her, switch in hand. Before Dani could move, he was on her, grabbing her wrist and pulling her arm up above her head with a bruising grip. He stood above her, angling her wrist towards him. He rested the leather against her wrist. “Psalm 7, verses 14 through 16. Repeat after me: Behold, the wicked brings forth iniquity, and hath conceived mischief, and brought forth falsehood.”

“What?”

The switch came down on her wrist, hard. Dani couldn’t help but yelp at the sharp sting it left behind. “Try again; repeat after me.” He repeated the verse, and she clumsily followed. “Good. Now, He made a pit, and dug it, and has fallen into the ditch he has made.”

“He…He made a pit, and, and dug it, and has fallen into the ditch he has made.”

“Very good! His mischief shall return upon his own head, and his violent dealing shall come down upon his own crown.”

“His mischief shall… shit, uh, shall return upon his…own head, and his violent dealings shall come down onto his own…” She hesitated, and when she did, the switch came back down onto her wrist. “Fuck! What the hell was that for? I said the verse!”

“‘Shit’ isn’t a part of that verse. Try again.”

Dani glared at him. “His mischief shall return onto his own head, and his violent dealings shall come down onto his own crown.” She spat out.

“Good. Now, repeat that all back to me.”

Dani blinked. “What?”

“The whole passage. Repeat it back to me.”

She sat there in silence. He rewarded that with another smack onto the wrist.

“You heard me. Repeat it back to me.”

“I… I don’t know the rest of it.”

“Sure you do! We just went through the entire thing together. So, repeat the passage back to me. Or I’ll just keep doing this,” he said, giving her wrist a pointed smack with the switch.

Dani jumped, swallowing. “The wicked bring forth… something, with mischief and… something, he made a pit and he dug it, and his mischief shall come down onto his own crown.”

Smack.

“Fuck, I told you I didn’t know it!”

“Behold, the wicked brings forth iniquity, and hath conceived mischief, and brought forth falsehood. He made a pit, and dug it, and has fallen into the ditch he has made. His mischief shall return upon his own head, and his violent dealing shall come down upon his own crown. Repeat it.”

Dani stared down at her wrist, tears filling her eyes and threatening to spill over. “The wicked bring forth iniquity, conceived mischief and falsehood. He made a pit and dug it. His mischief will come down onto his own head and… fuck, so will his violent dealings.”

“Close, but no.” Smack.

The skin on Dani’s wrist had turned a deep red, hot and pulsating, threatening to swell into welts.

“Behold, the wicked brings forth iniquity, and hath conceived mischief, and brought forth falsehood. He made a pit, and dug it, and has fallen into the ditch he has made. His mischief shall return upon his own head, and his violent dealing shall come down upon his own crown. Try again.”

“Behold the wicked bring forth iniquity, they conceive falsehood and bring mischief. He has dug a pit and fell into it. His mischief shall come down onto his own head, and… shit.”

Whack. The switch once again came down onto her wrist.

Her guesses were getting worse. She knew they were. It was so hard to think between the pain and the anticipation of it. What would happen if she couldn’t get it right? Dani sucked in a shaky breath and prepared herself for him to repeat himself.

“Behold, the wicked brings—”

“Behold, the wicked brings…”

“—forth iniquity, and hath conceived mischief—”

“And hath conceived mischief…”

The man hit her wrist, eliciting a gasp. “That’s not how this exercise works, darlin’. You repeat it back to me once I finish what I’ve got to say.”

Dani tried to pull away from his hands, using her other hand to pull his fingers off her wrist. As she did, the man put the switch down, grabbed her other wrist, and wrapped his free hand around both of her wrists. He yanked her wrists forward, pulling her onto her knees in front of him. “I’m gonna need you to cooperate, darlin’, or this is gonna get a hell of a lot worse for you.”

“You’re asking me to do the impossible.”

“Impossible? It’s impossible for you to memorize a few lines and repeat them back to me? Come on, now, you’re a smart girl. You can do this.”

Dani once again tried to twist her wrists away from him. The man dug his fingernails into the soft skin of her wrists, and she winced. “I can’t memorize something by hearing it once or twice and then being hit when I get it wrong! No one can fucking do that!”

He smiled at her, all charm. “You’d be surprised.” Smack.

“Behold, the wicked brings forth iniquity, and hath conceived mischief, and brought forth falsehood. He made a pit, and dug it, and has fallen into the ditch he has made. His mischief shall return upon his own head, and his violent dealing shall come down upon his own crown. Repeat it.”

“I don’t know.”

Smack.

“Behold, the wicked brings forth iniquity, and hath conceived mischief, and brought forth falsehood. He made a pit, and dug it, and has fallen into the ditch he has made. His mischief shall return upon his own head, and his violent dealing shall come down upon his own crown. Repeat it.”

“I don’t know!”

Another smack.

“Try again.”

Smack. Smack. Smack. Over and over again, Dani repeated the passage wrong, in one way or another. Tears that had welled up in her eyes started to spill over, running down her face as he repeatedly hit the same spot on her wrist. This had to be hell, right? To be subjected to the same pain over and over again and expected to be the one to stop something you can’t stop?

He looked down at her, an evil glean in his eye, as she knelt in front of him. Her face came up just above his hips, her head craning back to look up at his face. As uncompromising as he was being, it was clear that he was enjoying every second. “Ready to try again?” He asked, smirking.

“Fuck you,” Dani said, voice cracking.

Smack.

He repeated the verse. She got it wrong. He repeated it again, and again she got it wrong. Dani resolved into tearful babbling instead of coherent attempts. Her wrist was already beginning to bruise, the skin starting to break open. She wondered if he’d eventually cut her off once she was too far gone to continue.

“Behold, the wicked brings forth iniquity, and hath conceived mischief, and brought forth falsehood. He made a pit, and dug it, and has fallen into the ditch he has made. His mischief shall return upon his own head, and his violent dealing shall come down upon his own crown.”

“Behold, the wicked brings forth iniquity, hath conceived mischief, and brought forth falsehood. He made a pit, dug it, and has fallen into the pit he’s made. His mischief shall return onto his own head, and his violent dealing shall come down onto his own crown!” Dani flinched in anticipation of another smack. It didn’t come. She looked at her wrists, and then she looked up at him. He smiled softly back at her. “Did I do it? Did I get it right?”

“You did.”

Relief flooded Dani. “So, it’s over?”

“For now, yes.” The man began to wrap the leather switch back up and tucked it into his jacket pocket. “We’ll start again tomorrow, but I think you’ve done enough for now.” He paused. “Unless, of course, you’d rather get tomorrow’s lesson out of the way tonight.”

“No! No. I’m alright. Today was enough. No, thank you.”

The man hummed. “Suit yourself.”

Letting go of Dani’s wrists, the man turned away from her and made his way back to his chair, picking his book back up and dropping into his chair with a groan. Dani watched as he settled in and flipped through the book. “What are you doing?” She asked when she realized he wasn’t going anywhere.

The man dramatically flipped to another page. “I’ve got about an hour to kill before supper. What do you have going on?”

Dani glared as he flipped to another page.

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written for @jilymicrofics Prompt: Disrobe, kinda forced, but don’t trust myself to post later.  Follow up to attain

Warnings: hurt/comfort, whump-y—just a touch over the word count limit at ~1,024 words, sorry.

Cold Wars—Part Two

She should have been back by now.

She should have been back ages ago.

She shouldn’t have even gone in the first place.

James ran a hand through his already messy hair as he paced the living room of the safehouse the Order had taken over for the last week.  It was small and a bit stuffy with little natural light.  After spending even a few days stuck here, James was going insane.  It didn’t help that Lily should be back by now.

“You’ve got to calm down,” Sirius said from his seat on the dusty couch shoved into one corner of the room.  He sat on the arm rest, feet pushing against the cushions because, even if he wasn’t saying it, he was as restless as James.

“She shouldn’t have gone,” James said, again, “and certainly not alone.”

“It’s Lily,” Sirius said, “if anyone can handle themselves out there--”

He was cut off by the front door opening with a bang.  James spun around as Marlene shuffled inside with Lily leaning heavily against her.

“Lily.” James was across the room in a matter of seconds, taking Lily’s weight from Marlene.  

“She made it to Cross House, splinched something awful,” Marlene said.  She helped James get Lily on the couch as Sirius leapt out of the way.

“I’ll get the medic bag,” Sirius said, already out of the room.

Panic washed over James as he settled Lily on the couch.  She had cuts and bruises all over her face, her neck, her arms.  A dark splotch of blood was already seeping through the side of her shirt.

“I think she was aiming here,” Marlene told James as she eased up the hem of Lily’s shirt, wand already out. “But she was already looking bad when she got there.  I patched her up a bit but Bones and Weasley said to bring her here.”

“What happened?” James demanded. “Why did she go alone?”

Marlene only shrugged. “It was supposed to be a simple in-and-out deal.  I don’t know James.”

It wasn’t what he wanted to hear.  But short of yelling at Marlene for something that was out of her control too, James could only take Lily’s hand in his and squeeze.  She was fine, everything was fine.

Sirius returned with the bag of potions and bandages and set to helping Marlene ready the dittany and a few numbing herbs for the words of the splinching.  James knew there was he could be doing.  Hell, he was decent enough at healing, he knew what all those potion bottles meant and how to heal a splinch.  But all he could do was stare at Lily’s immobile form.  Her chest rose and fell slowly, a good sign, but she’d lost so much blood.  And all those cuts that still oozed even after an application of dittany.

He should have gone with her.  Should have insisted.  It was only a concussion and he’d been treated for it; he would have been fine going with her.  And if he had than this wouldn’t have happened.

Marlene ripped the side of Lily’s shirt to get better access to the injury.  She wrapped another bandage over wound and sealed it off with a flick of her wand.  She turned to James, smiling softly.

“She’ll be alright,” Marlene said, “all she needs is some rest and she’ll be fine.”

He could only nod as she patted his shoulder and left the room.

“Evans’ll be fine,” Sirius said, echoing Marlene’s words.  He packed up the potions and bandages again before giving Lily’s sleeping form a long look. “Back to one-uping you in no time.”

Soon Sirius was gone too.  By the sounds of it, he and Marlene were in the kitchen fixing tea and a late supper.  Their conversation was light, but James could easily pick up the tension and concern they’d tried to hide for his benefit.

Settling on the floor, James kept one of Lily’s hands in his.  He ran his thumb over her soft skin counting the freckles on the back of her hand over and over. He did a little magic to help some of the cuts that still hadn’t sealed over and soon it appeared that Lily’s wounds had healed for the most part.  The splinch wound would need watching but James trusted Marlene’s healing.  Everything was going to be fine.

“Alright, Evans?” James murmured.  He brought Lily’s knuckles to his lips and pressed a soft kiss there. “You’re fine.”

When she made a soft noise from deep in her throat, James almost thought he’d imagined it.  He watched her face intently, cursing his damn concussion for making him hallucinate when finally, Lily’s eyes drifted open.

“James,” Lily whispered.

He let out a shaky laugh, not even realizing there were tears in his eyes until one slipped down his cheek.

“Scared the shit out of me, Lily,” he said, shifting closer until they were nearly eye-level even with the added height of the couch.

“Sorry,” she tried smiling but winced, her free hand going to her wounded side. “What happened?”

“You splinched apparating,” James began, stopping when he saw her eyes light in recognition.

“Oh.” The fingers still twined with his tightened.   

“But you’re here now,” he said, “Marlene patched you up.”

Lily swallowed stiffly, turning her head so she stared up at the cobweb ridden ceiling.  She took several breaths before she turned back to him.

“I’m sorry I called you an ass,” she said.

James chuckled.  It was the last thing she’d said before leaving yesterday.

“I deserved it.”

She gave his hand another hard squeeze.  “I love you.”

Those brilliant green eyes of hers stared unblinkingly.  And James saw the same fear and worry he’d been overcome with reflecting back at him.

“I love you too,” he said.  

She drifted off again, not long after.  Some of the potions that Marlene had given her would ensure a deep rest so James didn’t worry.  At least, he tried not to.  Instead, he tried to find comfort in the assurance that she was back with him.  And for a little while yet, that’s where she would remain.