#james potter x dancer!reader

[vxntagedior]

ballerina!reader bringing james into the studio so he can partner her

"put your hands here, and all you do is just help me turn." you instructed. james nodded, watching as you prepped, and turned en pointe.

his hands hovered over your waist, just slightly continuing to help you turn.

"alright, you wanna try a lift?" you were a little nervous but you knew james wouldn't let you fall. "hold onto my waist, and push me up as far as you can."

following your words, james obliged, feeling up in the air, you cambre your back, letting your arms fall into 3rd position, letting your foot come to coupe.

"you look beautiful angel." james smiled, bringing you down, "my pretty dancer."

[maraudersmyloves]

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[hjparisian]

patronus mates- harry j potter x reader

fluff blurb about casting a patronus with harry in a diff pov than what i usually do p: harry j potter x reader

you and harry were in the room of requirement, preparing for the next lesson for the DA. harry was practicing conjuring his patronus. you watched as the stag galloped across the room before disappearing.

"why don't you try (y/n)?" harry asked, green eyes looking towards his best friend.

"i don't know harry, i've never produce a patronus before," you told him.

"i can help you (y/n)," he said. "we can start with the wand movement and incantation. expecto patronum." you watched as harry performed the spell, looking at his hands.

oh god his hands. they were absolutely gorgeous. i wonder how they looked wrapped around my-

"you try (y/n)," his voice interrupts your thoughts, reminding you where your head should be. "just try the wand movement and incantation."

"alright." you held your wand in your hand. "expecto patronum." you imitated the wand movement harry did moments prior.

"that was pretty good, we just need to tweak your hand movements." harry said. he grabs your hand holding your wand, guiding you to create the wand movement. you could feel yourself heat up from the close proximity.

he lets go of your hand. "now try again." he tells you. you tried it again, feeling more confident with the wand motions.

"alright, now let's actually do it. you have to think of your happiest memory," harry says.

my happiest memory? you thought. well there was the time you learned to ride a bike, your fifth birthday party, or how about when you received hogwarts letter? it was probably one of the best days of your life and you remembered how shocked and proud your parents were.

with the memory in mind, you casted the spell. "expecto patronum!" silver vapor appeared from the tip of your wand, but no patronus.

"you need a happier memory (y/n), take time to think about it and try it again," harry told you.

okay, a happier memory. well there was when you made the quidditch team, your first game that you won, harry congratulating you. harry. now that you think about, almost every moment with harry was a great one. when you met him in first year, hugging him when he won his first quidditch game, and the yule ball. harry asked you to the yule ball and despite him being a not so good dancer, it was probably one of the best memories you had with him.

you concentrate on the memory, ready to give it another go. "expecto patronum!" you and harry watched as a shape started to form.

it was a silver doe.

harry looked at it in awe, before deciding to cast his, the silver stag appearing and joining your doe as they galloped around the room. they looked like they were meant to be together.

"you have a doe," harry started to say. "just like my mum." it was true. lily's patronus was a doe, where harry's father james had a stag patronus, both complementing each other. just like yours and harry's

you've heard of people having complementary patronuses, which often meant they could be soulmates. others have patronuses that change to either match or complement their partner's patronus.

"so what do you think it means harry?" you asked him, wanting to know his thoughts.

"well," he says. "i hope this means that you'll be mine. after all, we can't separate our patronuses from each other. they're like soulmates."

"like patronus mates." you added with a smile. harry laughs at your comment. "yeah, patronus mates."

"how about we get out of here? i know how to get into the kitchen for some treacle tart," harry says.

"i'd like that," you say, smiling at the raven hair boy.

harry holds his hand out for you, which you gratefully take, intertwining your fingers with his. he leads you out of the room of requirement, excited to share his favorite treat with his favorite person.

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crappymixtape recos

going to try and do this at least once a month – sharing fics that have just blown me away ❤ so many talented writers on here omg 🥺 show them some love and BE KIND, REBLOG! xoxo, 💿

❤ “project sunshine” series +18 only – @a-dealwith-god ( TW: typical violence, child abuse, horror, gore, and depictions of mental illness // when another product of Hawkins National Laboratory escaped a long-survived nightmare alongside her sister, she crashed into one unsuspecting teenage boy and dragged him deeper into the dark mysteries that made up their hometown • steve x reader )

❤ “simmer” series +18 only – @upsidedownwithsteve ( welcome to hawkins’ number one diner! where the staff don’t wanna be there and the linecook is a grumpy metal head who likes to argue with his boss and ignore everyone else. but the new waitress can’t hack the rude customers and the regulars can be a little… much • linecook!eddie x waitress!reader )

❤ "from bug’s summer fic fest" – @lovebugism ( reader is clingy but doesn’t wanna come off as clingy so she asks eddie if he wants to be alone and he reassures her he couldn’t go anywhere without her • eddie x reader )

❤ “a quest for bed” – @luveline ( eddie fights to get his usually shy and moderately intoxicated girlfriend to bed when you insist on clinging to him at every turn • eddie x reader )

❤ "lyric request" – @familyvideostevie ( lyrics: “i didn't know you then and i'll never understand why it feels like i did” • steve x reader )

❤ “i can see you” +18 only – @fairyysoup ( TW: read at the link // the secret history of your long and arduous relationship with steve harrington aka the 5 times you pined over each other, and the time you actually did something about it • steve x reader )

❤ "post-game james" +18 only – @theemporium ( james potter post quidditch game shower smut – thinking about his sweaty pecs and big hands and thick thighs • james potter x reader )

❤ "public kisses" – @starryeyedstories ( you know steve would be the mom to kiss his girl in front of the gang because he knows they hate it • steve x reader )

❤ "all i really want is you" series +18 only – @loveshotzz ( a series of slow burn blurbs between older!neighbor!widower! steve x fem!reader – updated every wednesday • steve x reader )

❤ "zombie au" series +18 only – @luveline ( TW: various, read at the links // stranger things AU – reluctant allies to friends to lovers, takes place during the apocalypse • steve x reader )

❤ "injured with eddie" – @eddiemunsons-missingnipple ( stubbing your toe in front of eddie and he acts like you’re dying • eddie x reader )

❤ "the summer of '89" series +18 only – @delphispoeticals ( this is truly going to be a fantastic stranger things meets dirty dancing series and omg just wait til we can read it • dancer!steve x reader )

❤ "dependency problem" +18 only – @writersblockedx  ( TW: drugs, substance abuse, alcohol // when you return to cousins this year, you find that conrad has picked up similar bad habits you once had • conrad fisher x reader )

❤ "a lesson in romantics" series – @stvharrngton ( a multi-part series where reader is the new art teacher at hawkins high and the history teacher, mr. harrington, takes a shine to the new girl. mutual pining ensues on their road to love • steve x reader )

❤ "learning in public" +18 only – @ohcaptains ( you didn’t think he’d enjoy it that much...didn’t think he’d want more, too • carmen ‘carmy’ berzatto x female! reader )

[moonlitmeeks]

THAT WAS SO CUTE sry for spamming - could u write another bbf remus post pretty pls? maybe they’re slow dancing together at a party hosted by the potters? could be smutty if u want <3

-🫶

༉‧₊˚. dance with me? ; remus lupin x reader

summary: after finding you alone at one of the potter’s parties, remus makes an offer you can’t refuse

warnings: tiny alcohol mention (the reader has a glass of champagne), slightly suggestive towards the end, fem!reader

a/n: AGH THANK YOU ANGEL!!! dont ever be sorry for spamming,, i luv seeing these in my inbox sm omgosh?! slow dancing at a party… are u trying to kill me??? hope u like this my love!🫶 ending up being longer than anticipated mwahaha>:)

as the night drew closer to its end, the music began to slow down to match the dwindling energy of the party-goers. the amount of people occupying the dance floor had significantly reduced, many preferring friendly chatter with friends.

the potters were renowned for their parties: euphemia and fleamont were known to be the perfect hosts, and their parties were always filled with love and fun.

tonight was no different.

you made a note to thank james once more for inviting you, even though he’d brushed you off every other time. he’d made a point to assure you that you were here because he wanted you to be, and not just because you were sirius’ sister.

“of course you’d be invited, don’t be stupid.” he’d said with a wave of his hand. “we’re mates, y/n!”

you’d enjoyed every second of it, from the incredible food euphemia had made to the dance circle sirius had forced you to join. now, though, you were enjoying the lull in energy.

remus had found you alone on the dancefloor, nursing a glass that held only a few more mouthfuls of champagne. he had approached you with a soft grin, taking the glass gently from your hand and placing it onto a table not too far away.

“having fun there?” he asked, hands stuffed into his pockets.

“i am,” you smiled, gaze wandering around the room to absorb the atmosphere.

james, sirius, and peter were off dancing in the corner of the room, performing a god awful rendition of some sort of three-way waltz.

remus must have noted the way your eyes lingered on their dancing forms, how you angled your body towards them, almost in a silent plea to join them in their fun.

always attentive to your silent musings, remus wasted no time in extending a hand to you.

“dance with me?”

his question caught you off guard, causing you to flounder for a response for a couple of seconds. remus chuckled at how easy you were to fluster, moving his hand closer to you.

“sirius is too busy trying to figure out how to dip james and pete at the same time to notice us, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“bloody mind-reader,” you mumbled, placing your hand into his larger one.

the corner of his lip quirked into an amused smirk as he pulled you towards him, your chest firmly against his. his hands found their way to your waist, whilst you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“too close?” he hummed.

“not at all.”

despite not being much of a dancer, each step remus took was laced with confidence, something you were definitely going to enquire about at a later date.

your mind was consumed with remus, clutching at every part of him it could. it latched onto the way his fingers pressed into your side, the way his aftershave was light yet intoxicating, the quiet comments he’d mutter just to make you laugh.

the only thing that could shatter that immersion was the fear of sirius noticing you two.

you craned your neck in search of your brother, but were quickly interrupted. remus placed two fingers softly on your jawline, moving you to face him once more with a look of faux exasperation.

“he isn’t looking, y/n,” he chuckled, leaning closer until his lips brushed the shell of your ear. “focus on me, yeah? or i’ll have to make sure i’m the only one on your mind.”

your breath caught in your throat, and you gently shoved his chest.

“remus!” you hissed, unable to control the grin forming on your face.

“that’s not a no,” he commented cheekily. “i think padfoot’s more than distracted right now. wouldn’t even notice if we were to disappear for a while.”

“fuck it. let’s go.”

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[santaasi]

☾ – smut; ☁︎ - angst; 𖤓 - fluff

JJ MAYBANK

☁︎ shadows (x routledge!fem!reader) – 2.3k

summary: when emotions take over and shadows are swallowed up, all you need is to find a person who will become your light (based on shadows by sabrina carpenter)

☁︎ 𖤓 dance with me (x dancer!fem!reader) – 5.9k

summary: jj maybank loves the sea, the sandy beach of north carolina and the warm sun. new york is the exact opposite of all this. and he hates it. but she... she changes everything.

☁︎ 𖤓 violence (boxer!jj maybank) – 4.7k

summary: jj maybank wants to put the whole world at her feet, but the only way he knows in this life is violence

ᯓ★ nothing yet

JAMES POTTER

☁︎ waiting for you (x bsf!fem!reader) – 1.4k

summary: loving James Potter has become the biggest mistake of your life

ᯓ★ nothing yet

[sunflowerxthoughts]

James… James has been in love with Y/N for a while now. She’s a dancer in Vegas, retired from being a ballerina when ballet was just too much, too harsh. He comes to see her everynight. He brings her flowers and moons at her for hours on end watching her dance.

She can’t say she doesn’t like it. James is a very attractive man, she’s not ready for anything serious yet. They are young, sure.

But what happens when Effie dies and Fleamont needs him to go back home? What happens when he begs you to come with him, to teach at his mum’s ballet school so it won’t have to close and keep her legacy alive? You get when you are looking for: a new begining away from everything. Will this all end up in a big mess?

Bunheads (inspired by the TV series) a James Potter x Reader series, coming soon!

[360iris]

HP Masterlist <3

Legend: “💐” for fluff, “💒” for smut, “💌” for angst & “📚” for series’.

Poly!Marauders x Reader

Like Then (posted 03.29.21)

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Word count: 1,201

Content: 💐,💌 & 📚

Like You (posted 02.18.21)

Summary: The reader recounts significant moments that lead up to her polyamorous relationship with Remus, Sirius and James.

Word count: 2,644

Content: 💐,💒 & 📚

Cry Baby (posted 03.22.21)

Summary: The boys haven’t been letting you finish, it turns out being a brat does help you get what you ask for.

Word count: 1,136

Content: 💒

Can’t Handle Change (posted 04.23.21)

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Content: 💐&💌

part two / “Want It All”

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Summary: The crew drops off their second son, Fern, for his first day of Pre-K.

Content: 💐

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Content: 💒

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Summary: After Remus spends the day working in his office, the reader finally earns some quality time with Daddy.

Word count: 1,268

Content: 💐& 💒

Five In The Afternoon (posted 03.01.21)

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Word count: 1,526

Content: 💐&💒

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Summary: Remus is unusually insatiable and you’re unsure as to why.

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Content: 💒

Sirius Black x Reader

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Summary: You get jealous at the most inopportune moment and Sirius isn’t amused.

Content: 💌&💒

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Summary: Enemies to Lovers WIP

Word count: 2,209

Content: 💌&💒

OverHeated (posted 09.13.21)

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Word count: 740

Content: 💒

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Summary: Series exploring various sexual explorations between Sub!Sirius x Hufflepuff!Reader.

Content: 💒&💐

James Potter x Reader 

Two Slow Dancers (posted 04.24.21) | PART TWO / PART THREE (FINALE)

Summary: You know that James and yourself aren’t endgame, so why have the two of you been holding on for so long?

Content: 💐&💌

Lily Evans x Reader

Come Into the Water (posted 10.11.2021)

Summary: The reader shows Lily the song they’ve been working on.

Content: 💐

Lucius Malfoy x Reader

The Invitation (posted 02.21.21)

Summary: Gryffindor!Reader gets invited to the Slytherin party of the year by her nemesis, Lucius Malfoy. 

Word count: 3,469

Content: 💒

The Weasley Twins x Reader

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Fred Weasley x Reader

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Ron Weasley x Reader

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Summary: You’re running late for a party, but you decide you need Ron more.

Word count: 809

Content: 💒

[vbpotter]

Helloo! I saw that your requests are open and i have a good one!

Can you do a Marauders x Reader (but reader likes James) and she and Remus teaches Sirius, James and Peter how to use a skateboard (totally didnt get this idea from Amazing Spiderman lol)

A/n: First of all , I would like to apologize  for being months late for this request . Sorry . Secondly , Thank you for being my first request . And lastly , I changed skateboard to roller skates , because I use roller skates and have no clue about skateboards . And yes , The Amazing Spiderman is amazing . Also , James owns my heart . I probably am talking too much , kindly ignore me . Once again , thank you <3 and let’s get this going .

Warnings : A little cursing , slight James Potter x reader 

Skating and Chaos | The Marauders 

The sun’s rays were cascading on the street on an early summer morning . a warm breeze was blowing and birds chirped in the distance . Everything would have been exceedingly pleasant if it wasn’t for the absolute loud noises currently being caused by a group of five .

“Sirius No !” Y/n yelled as Sirius bent down way too much and ended up falling face first onto the concrete floor . 

“Gah !  this thing is impossible !” Sirius , putting a lot of force on Remus’s shoulder as the lycanthrope helped him up . Remus then looked around only to find Peter heading towards a tree , not particularly looking in front of him as he continued to concentrate on the skates on their movements. Y/n must have noticed it too , but she was currently too busy helping James balance on his skates who had leaned all of his body on her for support 

“Peter don’t be alarmed but there is�� -” The girl’s sentence was cut of by a loud crash as peter fell to the ground , groaning and rubbing his head .

“-a huge tree which you just crashed into “ She finished her sentence . Peter shook his head and gave her a thumbs up to show her that he was alright .

“Now , what are we supposed to do with these?” James asked . 

Y/n looked up at him and smiled . She proceeded to show him to balance on the skates first .

“Okay , put your right leg in front of you , yes like that . Now very slowly , bend your back a little towards the floor . Yes exactly “ Y/n guided him through it .

James smiled a little as this small event gave him a flashback of the time he taught her how to ride a broom . Y/n looked at him and raised her eyebrows , making him shake his head and turn back to his position .

“Now , try taking one step forward from your left leg . And keep in mind , take one step then slowly roll your leg forward to glide . Step and glide , very slowly. Also , keep your back bent forward . “ James , like an obedient student , followed the steps as she said . He kept rolling forward slowly , Y/n walking very slowly right beside him . He had only moved about ten meters before he felt himself stumble . He closed his eyes , ready to hit the ground , when he felt two arms going under his own and onto his chest , holding him up .”

He opened his eyes and titled his head backwards to find Y/n supporting him to stop him from falling . He smiled at her , making her blush . From an outsider point of view , their position was kinda awkward , and it looked like Y/n was going to hold him up any second and twirl him in the air like professional dancers , but that was hardly the situation here . But did the two mind ? No they didn’t. 

The two would have stared at each other forever , but they were brought back to reality when Y/n’s arms couldn’t support James any longer . And then , with a thud , James fell to the ground on his butt .

“Oww! The fuck ?” He groaned , rubbing his hips .

“I am sorry ! You are just too heavy , ” Y/n said , “And besides - “ Y/n continued but was cut off by James’s smooth voice .

“Oh , so it’s my fault now ?” He wasn’t angry , very clearly . The goofy grin on his face gave it away .

“Oh come on now get up “ Y/n said , giving him a hand helping him up .

“Y/n, Remus .....I would love if one of you helped me right now “ Sirius said , his voice lacing nervousness .

Y/n turned to her side only to find Sirius going down the slope of the empty street .Where they were standing would have been a risky place to skate if it wasn’t for the fact the the slope was probably a hundred metres away , it was only a wonder how Sirius reached there so quick .

“Shit ! Sirius !” Y/n yelled as she and Remus ran down to help him .

“Who’s idea was this ?!” Y/n yelled as she ran .

“Last I checked , It was yours !”

[ladyvesuvia]

MINI-CELEBRATION FOR 400 FOLLOWERS

[NAVIGATION]

CLOSED

ANNOUNCEMENT

Thank you for supporting me and my works! To thank you all, I have started a camping-themed celebration with multiple activities. But that’s not all. I’m also starting a two-month writing challenge! Deadline: None, so feel free to take your time.

RULES:

No need to be following me to participate, but would be nice if you did mwah

Reblog this post!

open for all Harry Potter characters as long as it’s a reader insert! (Ex: character x reader, character x reader x character + love triangles are okay too)

oneshot, blurb, and drabbles are welcome!

implied smut is okay, but no visual scenes and graphic depictions.

NO PEDOPHILIA, INCEST, AND NON-CON/RAPE. Please. Not only are you disqualified, but you will also be blocked and reported.

it’s okay to cancel! just let me know via asks so i can remove you from the list <3

maximum of three users under the same prompt.

you can write angst, fluff, comfort, and whump! but angst is recommended hehe *convulses*

INSTRUCTIONS:

send me an ask and tell me which of the following prompt(s) you will be doing + the character(s).

make sure to mention me in your story and tag your post with #vesuvia400wc

masterlist for everyone’s works!

SONGS:

1. Evergreen Tree by Cliff Richard

2. How to Fight Loneliness by Wilco

3. Let Her Go by Passenger

— Sirius Black » @mais-e

4. Someone Like You by Adele

— James Potter » @everlxre

5. This Time I’ll Be Sweeter by Angela Bofill

6. Till I Met You by Odette Quesada

7. Traitor by Olivia Rodrigo

— Fred Weasley » @fredsghost

— Harry Potter » @galaxypotter

8. Two Slow Dancers by Mitski

— Hermione Granger » @simpology

9. Turning Page by Sleeping at Last

10. When We Were Young by Adele

— Draco Malfoy » @noellewrites

DIALOGUE:

ANGST

11. “You were the one who walked out, not me.”

— Draco Malfoy » @noellewrites

12. “I’m not (her/him/them/you).”

— Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy » @firewhiskyss

13. “I’m happy I met (you/her/him/them). I’m sorry (you/she/he/they) met me.”

14. “We were doomed right from the start.”

— Regulus Black » @1800-unrequited-love

15. “Are you still waiting for me to fall in love with you?”

— James Potter » @prongs103

16. “How much have you had?”

17. “Get out. Get out of this house and get out of my life!”

18. “Are you tired? Do you want out?”

— Sirius Black » @sexysirius

19. “You know this means nothing, right?”

— Fred Weasley » @fredsghost

20. “Look me in the eyes and tell me what you just said.”

— Draco Malfoy » @irinaswans

FLUFF

21. “I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”

— Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy » @firewhiskyss

22. “Can you please just hold me?”

— Sirius Black » @genimy

23. “You made me a better person. Thank you.” 

— Harry Potter » @destourtereaux

24. “This reminded me of you.”

— Harry Potter » @siriuslysmokin

25. “I’m never going to leave you. I promise.”

— Fred Weasley » @henqtic

— Harry Potter » @destourtereaux

26. “You’re the only thing that matters.”

27. “Can I borrow your jacket, please?”

— Ginny Weasley » @gold-russh

28. “Kiss me.”

— Harry Potter » @potters-heart

28. “I told you to take care of yourself!”

29. “Your sweater smells AND feels like you.”

30. “Any time without you is far too long.”

PROMPTS:

31. Person A wakes up after a late night out to find that Person B, who doesn’t drink, has made them a feast of hangover foods.

32. Person A writing Person B's name in a heart/under the love umbrella/etc. in their notebook together with their own name.

— Remus Lupin » @cupids-crystals

33. Person B helping Person A with simple tasks, like brushing their hair, or putting on jewelry, where it’s obviously an excuse to be close to each other, but neither are complaining.

— Sirius Black » @cupids-crystals

34. Imagine Person A returning the engagement ring they got for Person B to the jeweller. Not because said no, but because Person B had worked up the courage to propose before Person A did.

35. Person A and Person B going on the Haunted Mansion/a haunted house. Person A isn’t scared, but they pretend to be so they can cling to Person B’s arms.

— Harry Potter » @mistress-riddle

— Sirius Black » @sarahisslytherin

TROPES:

36. Enemies to Lovers

37. Friends to Lovers

— Harry Potter » @potters-heart

38. Fake Dating

39. Arranged Marriage

— Sirius Black » @sir-prongs

40. Stuck in detention together

— James Potter » @wizardwh33zes

AUs:

41. Soulmate AU where your soulmate’s name appears on your skin only after they fall in love with you.

42. “I write a bad pick-up line on your cup every time I’m your barista” AU

43. “Our siblings are in an arranged marriage and so we see each other at awkward social gatherings between our two kingdoms” AU

— Draco Malfoy » @holden-caulfield

44. Royalty AU in general

45. CEO AU in general

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[wondernimbus]

firewhiskey appreciation day — james potter

pairing: james potter x female!reader

prompt: “you look yummy.” & “my hand was made to fit into yours. that’s all there is to it.” from this prompt list!

warning: mentions of alcohol consumption

Parties in the Gryffindor common room aren’t exactly a rare occurrence.

The older Gryffindors throw parties all the time, for a multitude of different reasons: to celebrate a Quidditch match victory, someone’s birthday, or maybe even just for the sake of it. A way to have fun; to de-stress and forget all of the worries that comes with being a student. Homework and projects and, occasionally, drama.

Sometimes they make up a holiday on the spot. Sirius calls this one the “Firewhiskey Appreciation Day” and, like always, everyone just goes along with it.

Point is: parties are a regular thing. All the Gryffindors are used to it.

But what they're not used to is the sight of their usually cool, calm and collected Head Girl, [Y/N] [Y/L/N], aggressively headbanging and swinging her hips on top of the coffee table, looking a step away from toppling off and falling flat on her face.

James Potter, who has just clambered out of the portrait hole and into the common room, stares, not quite sure whether or not he should believe his eyes.

"Am I going mad," begins Remus slowly, wide eyes similarly fixed on [Y/N], who is now clutching her wand in lieu of a microphone. "Or is that your girlfriend?"

Sirius emerges from a group of seventh-years in the middle of the room, striding towards James and Remus with a glass of firewhiskey in one hand and a mug of Butterbeer in the other. "Drinks?" he says, grinning, holding one out to each of them. "I’d ask you to pay up, but you blokes are lucky I’m your best mate."

"Who gave her something to drink?" James demands, sounding positively outraged.

"Who—oh, you mean [Y/N]?" Sirius breaks out into a grin as he turns around to look at the girl behind him, who seems to have started tap-dancing on the table. A throng of Gryffindors are gathered around her, laughing and cheering her on.

"Yes, I bloody well mean [Y/N]," James says, exasperated. "She’s a ruddy lightweight!”

Sirius laughs. "I might have given her a shot of firewhiskey—"

"You—"

"Just one," continues Sirius smoothly, shoving the mug of butterbeer into Remus's hands so that he can clap James on the shoulder. "Just one, mate, relax. She asked for one and to be honest with you i wasn't sure, but she insisted. Soon after one little sip she was climbing on top of the table and belting out some Muggle song." He lets out another laugh, watching [Y/N] try (and fail) to tap-dance. "You’ve got yourself a keeper, Prongs."

James gapes, at a complete loss for words. There's a laugh threatening to bubble out of his throat, but he shoves it back down for later—he can tease [Y/N] about this tomorrow morning (and possibly for the rest of her life; he's never going to let her live this down) but for now, he needs to stop her before she does anything she might further regret.

"Bloody hell," mutters James, shaking his head. He shrugs Sirius off and makes a bee-line straight for [Y/N], shoving past drunken teenagers as he goes. One of them grins at him and goes, "Didn’t know your girlfriend was such a good dancer, Potter!"

James grimaces.

He has to shoulder his way through the small crowd that has gathered around her. Once he has reached the base of the table, he tugs on her robes—enough to grab her attention. She whips around, a woozy grin on her face, cheeks flushed pink and a wild look in her eyes.

”Darrrrling!” she sings, movements sluggish like she’s moving through  water. Bending down to grab his necktie, she gushes, voice slurred, “Come dance with me!”

James can't help the laugh that slips out of his mouth. [Y/N] is a fairly reserved person; being Head Girl, she is almost always composed—or at least in front of other people. So seeing her let loose like this in the middle of the Gryffindor common room is quite an amusing sight.

"I’d love to," says James, grinning. "But trust me when I say you'd much rather have this night over with.”

"Oh, no!" She’s pouting, standing back up to full height as she crosses her arms and shakes her head vigorously. "No, no, I’ve still got to show everyone this dance I made up!"

The Gryffindors erupt into a chorus of enthusiastic cheers.

"—and you're going to help me teach them!" beams [Y/N], knees buckling dangerously underneath her—James lurches forward by instinct to catch her, but she manages to stay on her feet. "It’s much too early to turn in for the night, darling, I can’t leave now!"

James sighs. There’s an exasperated smile on his face, but it is also so ridiculously fond, like [Y/N] is the most precious thing on earth. (And she is—or at least to him.) "Really?" he says, flicking his eyebrows up at her. "Would you rather stay here dancing or snuggling in bed with me? It’s a one time offer, my love."

He sees her hesitate. The grin on her face droops into an animated frown, but then a moment later she's beaming again—"Why don't we dance in bed, Jamey?"

Another laugh. He’s never going to let her live this down. "Alright. Okay." James holds his arms out to her, gesturing for her to come down. "I’ll carry you there, how does that sound?"

She purses her lips in contemplation, stroking her chin. After at least five seconds of this, she nods to herself, and then, turning back to the crowd, she sweeps her arms out and bows; a full-on ninety degree bow. The kind of bow theatre performers would do after a show, just before the curtains would close.

"Thank you everyone for coming out here tonight!" she yells, her flushed face glowing with pure, unadulterated happiness. The Gryffindors hoot in response, some letting out sounds of disappointment at her departure. "Until next time, my lovely fans!"

Waving at her crowd of so-called adoring fans, she tries to step off of the table, but her legs weaken underneath her and she very nearly falls—but James is there to catch her, staggering as her entire weight collapses on top of him; "Merlin," he says, hands gripping at her arms to keep her upright. "Are you okay?"

She giggles. A drunken, high-pitched sound. Leaning forward, she quite literally slaps her hands around his cheeks, holding him in place. "You look.." she murmurs, teetering on her feet as she looks at him up and down, lips quirking up into this funny, crooked smirk. When her eyes finally move back up to meet his, she says, "You look yummy."

James makes a choked sound at the back of his throat that sounds both like suppressed laughter and disbelief. He nods, if only to please her, and leans in to press a brief, chaste kiss to her lips. He tastes firewhiskey. “Thank you, love," grins James, slowly prying her hands off of his face. "But I've got enough people telling me that."

She gasps in exaggerated outrage. "Who?" her lips curl venomously, hands forming fists. "Tell me, so I can challenge them to a dance-off—show them who's got your heart—I will win, won't I?"

James laughs. "Yes, love. Of course. You’ve got my heart and the rest of me."

[Y/N] squeals again, actually jumping in excitement. "Do I have your nose?" she sings, bumping her nose against his, smiling from ear-to-ear. "Your lips—oh, what about your hands?" she gasps comically, grabbing at his hand and skimming her fingers over his palm. "Wow, your hand feels so—" She inhales, holding his hand up between them like it's the most amazing thing she has ever laid eyes on, "Soft. And warm."

James is equal parts both endeared and alarmed. He nods again, letting her continue to inspect his hand as he places his other free one on her waist to steer her away from the heart of the party.

She laces her fingers through his, and then—she screams.

James jumps, taken by surprise. "They fit!" [Y/N] gushes excitedly, shaking their interlaced hands in front of his face. "They fit, James! Our hands fit!"

Trying to calm his still racing heartbeat given that she'd screamed right next to his ear, James takes a deep breath before grimacing at her. "Wicked, right?"

"It’s like magic!" she enthuses, letting him lead her to the stairwell of the girls' dormitory. Only a few more steps left to go, thinks James, with yet another heavy exhale. “How does it do that?”

She’s taken to bouncing up and down as she walks despite the fact that she’s unstable on her feet. James purses his lips, pausing, gripping her by the shoulders so that he can veer her around to face him.

”Love,” he says, eyes dancing over hers, “I’m going to carry you up to your dorm, okay? Don’t—“

She squeals.

”Don’t move around too much or I might drop you,” he says, moving one hand up to gently card through her hair. “Alright?”

She grabs his hand again, lacing her fingers through his. “How!” she exclaims, shaking their hands frantically between them once more. “It’s like magic!”

”Yes, you already said that,” says James through a laugh. Slowly, he wriggles his hand out of hers, offering her an apologetic look, and bends down, sliding one arm around her back and the other underneath her knees so he can quite literally lift her off her feet.

“But your hand,” she complains as she’s being carried up the stairs. “I’ve got to hold it more, James, darling, so I can figure out why it fits so well with mine.”

James adjusts his grip on her, a smile growing on his face as he silently envisions her freaking out in the morning over tonight’s antics. “My hand was made to fit into yours,” he tells her playfully, climbing up the staircase with her in his arms. “That’s all there is to it.”

He meets her gaze, smiling, and spots her staring at him, eyes wide in awe. “Wow,” she breathes out, looking as though she has unearthed all the universe’s secrets. “Wicked.”

James has to stop on a step so that he can throw his head back and let out a loud laugh. “It is, isn’t it?” he says, grinning. “I’m never going to let you live this down, you know that, right?”

Her brows furrow. “Live what down?”

”Nothing,” James ducks his head, smiling. “Nothing.”

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[omgrachwrites]

His Eyes - Sirius Black

Pairing: Writer!Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: You’re a courtesan in Paris and you meet with a man who you think is a Duke (who is in fact a writer) for a private poetry reading. Moulin Rouge au.

Warnings: mentions of sex, fluff, drinking, 18+??

Words: 1572

Disclaimer: All main characters are 18+

Lyrics/Poetry: Your Song - Elton John

Poetry by Ben Maxfield

A/N: This is my Moulin Rouge au, that I might turn into a fic, how have I only just seen this film?! Pretty sure this au has been done before, I made Slughorn the owner of the Moulin Rogue bc its actually Jim Broadbent in the film so I thought it made sense, you don’t have to watch the movie to understand what’s going on! Hope you guys enjoy and please let me know what you think, I love you all! xxx

Montmartre, Paris 1899

Even from the inside of the dressing room, you could hear the crowds raging in the stuffy smelly night club in Montmartre, Paris. Sighing at your reflection in the mirror, you forced out a smile as you painted your lips, you had to appear happy but it wasn’t working much. You rolled your eyes and took another sip of Absinthe, coughing and spluttering at the strong taste of the green liquid; you should have been used to it by now.

Lily, your fellow cabaret dancer and courtesan laughed as she ran a comb through her fiery red hair, “how are you feeling about tonight?” she asked as the nerves swarmed in your stomach.

Unfortunately, you were the most popular dancer at the Moulin Rouge so the dallying with important men always fell to you. A Duke –who you didn’t even know the name of, he was just The Duke – was going to be in attendance tonight. The plan was for you to bed him so he could invest in the Moulin Rouge and turn it into a proper theatre. You were nervous to have to bed a man that you’d never met before; you had no idea what he was like.

“Nervous,” you admitted with a laugh.

Lily nodded understandingly, “you’re the only one who can do this,” she offered you a small warm smile that did nothing to quell the nerves, “come on, I think your crowd awaits,” she laughed.

You sucked in a nervous breath as you stood up, downing the rest of the Absinthe as you stood up, adding the finishing touches to your makeup and ridiculously sheer costume. You descended from the ceiling on a trapeze, hardly hearing the whoops and cheers below as the spotlight followed you down.

You scanned the enormous room to try and guess who The Duke could be; your eyes lingered on a handsome dark haired young man who was sitting with Lupin and Potter who were trying to set up a show. As you reached the floor you plastered the smile on your face that made men fall in love with you. You danced with multiple partners, letting them touch you just enough to keep the money coming.

As your performance reached its climax you danced your way over to the Moulin Rouge owner, using the dance as a ruse to speak to him about The Duke. Horace Slughorn was more of a father figure to you than a boss, you’d be dead if it wasn’t for him, “Is the Duke here?” you hissed.

Slughorn looked over your shoulder, a smile spreading across his pudgy face as he saw the man with his long blonde hair. Unbeknownst to you, Lucius Malfoy was watching you dance with a hungry look in his cold eyes. The smile slipped from Slughorn’s face as he watched Pettigrew spill a glass of Absinthe all over Malfoy, staining his pristine white shirt green.

“He’s here.”

“Which one is he?” you asked as you swapped places with Slughorn, scanning the sea of people.

“The one Pettigrew just spilt a glass of Absinthe over.”

You squinted as you glanced over to where Pettigrew was sitting with his friends. Pettigrew picked up an empty glass and was speaking into the ear of the handsome dark haired man. You completely missed the annoyed looking man with a stained green shirt. You gasped as you felt blood rise to your cheeks, “that’s him?”

He was so handsome that this was going to be easy, you were going to be an actress one day, and it was easy to trick men into falling in love with you. Men believed what they wanted to; you would never fall in love that was for certain. After your performance you sauntered over to the man who you thought was The Duke, though unbeknownst to you, his name was Sirius.

Your hands were on your hips as you stood in front of him. Potter let out a long wolf whistle, making you glare at him before you reverted your attention back to The Duke. Sirius visibly gulped as he looked up at you and you noticed just how pretty his eyes were. The perfect stormy grey colour, framed by thick lashes.

A flush spread across his cheekbones as you placed two fingers beneath his chin, “I believe you’ve been expecting me?” you made your voice breathy as you pouted your lips and fluttered your eye lashes at him.

“Yes,” he muttered, making you grin as you took his hand, blowing a kiss to Potter, Lupin and Pettigrew as you pulled The Duke over to the dancefloor. The real Duke, Lucius Malfoy watched you with an incredulous look on his face.

As you danced with the gorgeous man he told you that James had arranged a secret ‘poetry reading,’ that was a euphemism if you ever heard one. You rolled your eyes, you were going to murder Potter, he’d been pestering you to take part in the show.

“Meet me in the Elephant room, handsome,” you pressed a kiss to the column of his throat as you tugged at his hair, smirking when you heard a groan catch in the back of his throat, “I need to freshen up,” you shot him a coy glance over your shoulder as you retired to the dressing room.

You decided to unpin your hair so it fell naturally and you changed into a corset with stockings and you draped a thin covering of sheer silk on top. Now that you had met Sirius you weren’t nervous about what you had to do, he was just another client, albeit a devastatingly rich client. The Duke was standing at the window, looking at the city below, even from behind you could tell that he was tense. What did such an important man have to worry about?

As the door closed behind you, Sirius jumped and turned to face you. His grey eyes scanned your body, taking in every curve and dip with the ghost of a smirk on his face, contrasting with his nervous body language.

“Is this poetic enough for you?” you laughed with a wink as you sashayed your way across the room and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Y/N, what,” he began to ask as you pulled him into a fiery kiss, you wanted to get this over and done with. Sirius hesitantly kissed you back, wrapping his arms around you, bunching his hands in the thin silk.

When you pulled away, Sirius opened his mouth to say something but you stopped him by placing a finger over his plump lips, “no more talking,” you whispered, “let’s make love,” you pushed towards the bed, making him gasp in pleasure. With a smirk, you opened his shirt and straddled his waist.

“Y/N, wait,” he looked at you through lust filled eyes and he wrapped a gentle hand around your wrist to stop you from taking his pants off. You looked down at him with wide eyes, “I want to, God, I want to but I’m here for a poetry reading. I’m so interested in the show,” he moved out from beneath you and got off the bed.

You narrowed your eyes at him, The Duke was here to bed you, so what was he playing at? This whole poetry thing must have been a euphemism. You reclined back on the silk pillows and poured yourself a glass of champagne. You raised an eyebrow as you took a sip, the bubbles tickling your nose.

“Well please; go on with your poetry.”

 The Duke gave you an appreciative glance as he began pacing the length of the room, muttering to himself and you quickly realised that he really wanted to do a poetry reading, “it’s a little bit funny, this feeling inside…” he trailed off as you pulled a confused face and he sighed. You strangely found this whole situation endearing but this was a waste of your time.

“Your eyes are the sweetest that I’ve ever seen,” you scoffed and giggled at his words as he sat beside you on the bed, looking slightly more confident. His stormy grey eyes that should have looked cold were warm as he looked at you, “how rare it is to find someone whose eyes shine brighter than the stars,” he smiled and that was the moment that you were rendered speechless as he performed his poetry.

The beautiful words spilling from his lips caressed you like a kiss and you unashamedly gazed at his lips. It was hard to believe that he was performing poetry he had already written, and it wasn’t about you. Maybe this whole acting thing would be harder than you anticipated as you looked into his handsome face and counted the freckles sprinkled across his nose.

Sirius’ voice was as smooth as honey, “I hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mind, that I put down in words, how wonderful life is while you’re in the world,” he grinned as his thumb stroked against your jaw and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Oh,” you breathed, pulling out your acting skills as you wrapped your arms around his neck as he dipped you slightly on the bed, his lips an inch from yours, “I never thought that a Duke could have such a way with words.”

“A Duke?” he scoffed as he grinned down at you, “I’m not a Duke.”

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[princessofravenclaw]

Time Changes

Paring: Draco Malfoy x Reader && Harry Potter x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Authors Note: This is my first EVER imagine/fanfic so pls be nice!! I’ve had this idea for a while but haven’t ever actually done anything about it. I’ve got more ideas to continue but we’ll start with this. If there’s spelling/grammar problems, don’t come for me!! Ya girl is not an English major. This is based off the “19 years later” but doesn’t follow that story line!

Italics is a flashback!!

September 1st. Walking into King’s Cross Station brought back a flood of fond memories. You remembered the first time you ever entered those doors. You had grown up hearing all of the beautiful things Hogwarts offered from both of your magical parents. The day you received your Hogwarts letter was the best day of your life. Now, here you were, hand in hand with your husband and three children, sending off your oldest and middle child to start their journey at the magical school. How lucky were you? You had married one of your childhood best friends, Harry Potter. Though you two never looked at each other as romantic partners until after Hogwarts, you loved being his wife. The two of you had been blessed with two boys and a girl. Today, the family of five would be downgrading to three, as James and Albus would be boarding the Hogwarts Express. You would still have your sweet Lily with the two of you at home. You stood back with your daughter as Harry helped calm Albus’s nerves. James had already said his goodbyes and boarded the train with his friends. Hermione and Ron would be sending off their daughter, Rose, this year. They engulfed her in hugs, saying their goodbyes. You watched fondly as you ran your fingers through Lily’s strawberry hair. “Why can’t I go with them, mummy? It’s not fair!” Lily exclaimed, breaking your gaze from your husband and son. You chuckled and leaned down to kiss her head. “You will have your chance, my love. You’ll have your letter soon.” She looked up at you, bearing her father’s bright eyes, and smiled. “I hope to be in the same house as you, mummy.” You smiled and nodded, hoping the same. You loved being a (Y/H). Albus and Rose boarded the train together, waving more goodbyes through the train window. Harry had joined you, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Can you believe it, love? We only have one more to send-off.” He said before kissing your temple. You smiled and leaned into his kiss. “I just hope they don’t have to go through everything we did as kids.” Ron pipped up. “They will do great, Ron. I know it.” Hermione said, wiping a tear as she continued to wave as the train pulled away from the station.

Once the train was out of sight, you all began heading back to the exit when a pair of cold, grey eyes met yours. A pair that you had not seen or wanted to see in many years. The pair that belonged to Draco Malfoy. What was he doing here?! Your husband felt you tense up, stopping to look down at you. He followed your eyes and saw exactly what was causing the problem. He knew of your history with the Slytherin blonde boy. You loathed him from the minute you saw him your first year. He constantly bullied Harry and your friends, jealous of Harry’s fame. Things began to change, however, during your fourth year. Draco had been dared to ask you to the Yule Ball by his fellow housemates. He accepted, wanting to make the night terrible for you. You accepted his terrible invitation, as you couldn’t find a date and you had a slight feeling there was something more to the invite.

“Are you mental (Y/N)?! You’re seriously going to take Draco’s invite to the ball?!” Hermione shouted. You silenced her immediately, not wanting Harry or Ron to find out, at least not yet. “Well, I don’t exactly have a date, Hermione. I wasn’t lucky enough to get someone like Viktor.” You didn’t mean it to sound hurtful, part of it was jealousy, as every girl wished the Tri-Wizard Champion had asked them. You looked at your long, black ballgown in the mirror, running your hands down the front out of nerves. You picked black for two reasons, one, you always loved the color on you, and two, you felt the color matched Draco’s cold heart. “Ready, then?” Hermione asked, breaking you from your trance. Nodding, you spun around and headed for the Great Hall. As the two of you approached the Great Hall, you could hear Draco and his idiotic friends laughing. You rolled your eyes, asking yourself why you decided to do this. Harry and Ron stood at the bottom of the stairs, Ron catching a glimpse of Hermione first, leaving him speechless. Harry followed his gaze and also became silent. The two of you smiled and began the descent down the stairwell. You looked over to the opposite side as your two best friends to where Draco stood. ‘He does clean up nice', you thought. Making eye contact, he stops mid-sentence with Crabbe and Goyle. You notice his Adam's apple bob up and down, indicating a hard swallow. Hesitantly, you separated from Hermione and approached the Slytherin boys. “What in the bloody hell is she doing?” you heard Ron ask the two other friends. Hermione just patted his shoulder before locking arms with Viktor, also surprising Harry and Ron. Draco let his eyes run up and down your figure, taking you in. “(Y/N) ... you look…wow…” Draco said, stumbling over his words. Did Draco Malfoy just compliment you? Chuckling, you looked down at you dress. “Thanks, you don’t look so bad yourself.” He stepped closer, putting an arm out for you to grab, “Shall we?” As you picked up you dress with one hand, you looped the other through Draco’s as he led you into the beautifully lit Great Hall. Crabbe and Goyle stood amazed, glancing between each other and the two of you confused. Yes, they were part of the dare, but they didn’t think it would play out like this.

While Draco isn’t a dancer, you two did manage to slow dance to a few songs. Draco was a true gentleman when placing his hand on your side and holding your hand with the other. This surprised you, knowing the reputation his family has for being so cold. “I really did mean what I said, (Y/N). You look amazing.” He whispered in your ear. Feeling the coolness of his minty breath sent chills down your spine. You could not understand why; did you feel something for Draco deep down? “Thank you, Draco. So, was this truly a dare, or did you want to go with me?” He flashed a smile. “Even if it was a dare, I think it’s worked out pretty well, don’t you?” he teased.

After that day, you began to share lingering stares during classes and in passing in the halls. Soon, those lingering glances became notes passed during class, which lead to sneaking out of the common rooms late at night. The two of you had kept what you had under wraps, knowing how much would be coming your way if the school found out. All anyone knew, except Hermione, was that you two attended the Ball together, and even that was a ‘dare’. Your relationship began to fall apart during the sixth year, however. His family had pressured him to become a Death Eater, now baring the dark mark on his inner forearm. You despised it. Watching it move on his arm made you physically ill. You knew he had been put up for a ‘special mission’ from Voldemort, but he could never tell you what it was. You found out, though, after seeing Professor Dumbledore fall from the Astronomy Tower that night. Draco had ran off with his parents and other Death Eaters, not returning to finish the school term. Once the term had been completed, you joined together with your three best friends to find the remaining Horcruxes. Your parents weren’t thrilled you would not be returning for your final and seventh year, but there was a war that needed to be fought.

Draco stood near the exit of King’s Cross, wearing one of his famous all-black suits. His hair is still as striking blonde as you remembered. Facial features the same, just a little more aged. A woman stood slightly behind them. You recognized her as Astoria Greengrass, a fellow Slytherin. You remembered her from school, and she always stayed a little too close to Draco for your liking. Did they have a child the same age as one of your boys? “C’mon, love, let’s get Lily home,” Harry said, placing his hand in the small of your back and kissing your temple again. You loved it when he did that. Harry was always so caring and affectionate towards you, even after all these years. Draco watched the interaction, making you wonder if he even knew you ended up with Harry. Surely, he knew.

Ginny had tried to run towards Harry during that final battle in the courtyard as he dangled from Hagrid’s arms. Voldemort cast a spell her way, knocking her back and causing her head to hit a rock. She was carried inside the castle so Madam Pomfrey could help. She tried everything, but Ginny was gone. It took a long time for Harry to mourn and return to normal. He truly loved her. You suffered as well, not in the same extreme as Harry, but still in a poor mental state. You ignored Draco’s letters. Draco and his mother had managed to avoid Azkaban; however, his father wasn’t so lucky and was sentenced again. Eventually, Draco’s owls became more and more spaced out until they stopped coming altogether. Your father offered to burn his letters, as you refused even to open them. You decided not to, instead shoving them in a bin hidden from sight. Hermione and Ron became tired of seeing their two other best friends so depressed and decided to invite yourself and Harry to dinner one night. Once all together, it was as if nothing had changed and no time had elapsed. Ron and Hermione were very happy and very much in love, leaving yourself and Harry out. The two of you vowed to keep in touch better, as you both worked at the Ministry together, different departments, but still. You two shared your hardships and struggles, finding comfort in one another. One thing leads to another, and now you sit holding his hand with three beautiful children.

The following morning was bizarre. Not hearing the bickering of the boys was strange. The house felt empty and quiet, which is something that you had not had in ages. You would now have to practice only making breakfast for three instead of five. After Lily was dropped off at your parents for the day, the two of you headed to the Ministry to start your workday. Harry could tell you were still thrown off by the events from the previous day. “I’m fine, really.” You said, squeezing his hand. “I have a hard time believing you, (Y/N). He can’t hurt you now. It’s been ages.” He said, trying to reassure you. “I know, just seeing him brought back so much.” “It’ll be alright, love. All of that is in the past. You’ve got me now, know it?” Harry leaned in and pecked your lips. “Come get me if you need me today, okay?” Harry said, walking in a different direction than you were. Harry worked as an Auror, and you worked in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures along with Hermione.

Walking into your office, you said hello to your receptionist. “Mrs. Potter, your first appointment is already in your office.” She stated bubbly. You looked at her puzzled. “I thought my first meeting was much later?” you questioned. She looked as confused as you. Taking a deep sign, you walked into your office and was in disbelief at what stood by the window. Draco. How did he find me? He turned to face me as soon as he heard my bag hit the floor. “Draco, you need to leave.” You said as firmly as you could. All you wanted to do was scream for Harry, but his department was on the complete opposite side of the Ministry from you. “Don’t.” Draco spat. “I needed to speak with you.” He continued. “And I need you to leave before I call someone.” He laughed. “Oh, is your Potter going to come to save you? He’s already taken you away from me once, and I won’t let him do it again.” He said before reaching into his suit pocket. You stood there, not knowing what he was planning to do. Draco pulls out what looks to be like a Time-Turner. Hermione used one during our third year to ensure she was able to take all of her classes. It was said all of those devices in existence were destroyed. How did Draco get his slimy hands on one? “How-how did you...” you trailed off, your mind racing as to what his plan was. “A gift from my father. The only one left. You know how this works, right (Y/N)?” he said, stepping closer to you. “Draco…” you started, but before you could push him away, the extended chain was draped around your neck along with Draco’s. His fingers moved the locket quickly before you could think or do anything.

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Young Hearts Divided (6/?)

Pairing: Sirius Black x Female!Reader / James Potter x Female!Reader 

Warnings: Swearing, Smut, mentions of underage drinking

Word Count: 3.3k

Part Summary: Y/N, James, and Sirius wake up the day after the party with no recollection of what happened. Then, while Y/N is studying with Lily it hits her like a ton of bricks. 

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Massive, horrible, no good, very bad, migraine. This day is going to be miserable. All I can do is thank the universe that we don’t have classes today. I did, however, promise Lily that I’d help her on our Potions project. Marlene is our other partner, but based on the fact that she’s wasn’t moving this morning, I don’t think she’s going to make it.

Gathered around our usual spot at the Gryffindor table, I spot my friends as soon as I enter the Dining Hall. Lily and Remus appear normal, along with Peter. James and Sirius, look like real shit. James’s head keeps slipping out of his hand and Sirius is sporting sunglasses, real unsuspicious. I ease down onto the bench beside Lily with a groan. Similar to James, I rest my chin in my hand, barely awake.

“And it’s alive,” Lily teases, already pouring me some much-needed coffee.

“Gremlins are pickaxing my brain,” I whine.

“That’s what you get for dividing up a bottle of Firewhiskey with Marlene,” she ridicules lightly.

“What?” I frown. “I don’t remember doing that?”

“What do you remember?” Remus interjects, his eyes peeking out over his book.

I struggle to recall much of anything. I remember the game, getting back to the tower, changing, people arriving at the Common Room.

“Do you remember dancing on the table?” Lily snickers, picking up my plate to make it.

My jaw drops, “I did what?!”

“Oh yeah!” Peter lights up.

James starts to giggle, “hehe, I remember.”

I reach across the table weakly and bop him on the head.

“Ouch! Headache!” He whines and rubs his hair to ease the assault.

“I don’t remember that,” Sirius finally speaks up, his voice groggy.

“You don’t?!” James gasps, glancing at his best friend beside. “It was the best thing I’ve ever seen! She looked like a goddess, by far the best dancer to ever be in Gryffindor! Oh, and let me remind you of the red leather skirt! I-”

“Thank you, James!” I shut him down before he gets started. “We get it!”

“No, I don’t think we do,” Sirius snickers and nudges his friend to go on.

James shifts in his seat to face Sirius, “well you see, it had two zip-”

With a stone-faced expression, Remus closes his book with a deep sigh and swats James on the back of the head.

“Ouch! Headache!” James shouts at his friend on his other side.

Remus ignores him fussing and opens his book to where he left off.

James mumbles complaints under his breath as he turns back to face the table. He rubs the back of his head with a pout.

“Did anything else happen?” I question, almost afraid to ask.

“I don’t remember what you did after that,” James informs.

“Sirius was the one who got you down,” Remus interjects, not even glancing up from his textbook.

My attention flickers from Remus to Sirius. He removes his sunglasses and peers past James at his studious friend. His brows are scrunch together in evident confusion.

“I did?”

Remus hums while he flips his page. “Like you Santa Clause with his sack.” His eyes quickly meet mine, “not to compare you to a heavy sack of toys, Y/N.”

“You’re fine, Remus,” I dismiss, knowing that boy would never intentionally insult me.

Sirius hum, visibly racking his mind to the memory. “What about after that?” He questions.

“Don’t know,” Remus mumbles. “You disappeared after that.”

Sirius looks at me and I hold up my hands. “No idea,” I tell him.

“Well you guys ended up in your beds, so you probably helped her to bed,” Peter reasons.

Sirius and I nod in unison, trying really hard to remember, but to no avail. Then, we shrug and continue with breakfast. It’ll come to us eventually. Peter is probably right, Sirius and I have gotten drunk together loads of times. We always end up in our beds at the time of night somehow. It was probably just like any other night.

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Lily and I have been in the library for most of the afternoon trying to finish up this stupid project. I swear Slughorn has it out for us. He wants us to fail his class and glorify the kids in his idiotic Slug Club like dear Lily here. My mind starts to wander to breakfast this morning which makes me think of last night. I can’t believe Marlene and I danced on the study table to Bowie. Then again, Marlene would make that happen.

“Are you excited about Hogsmeade this weekend?” Lily asks quietly as she writes.

I sway my head from side to side. “Kinda, I’m sorta nervous to go with James.”

“Take me then,” she jokes.

I laugh for a second, then a sudden sense of deja vu crosses my mind. My face falls and I lean forward. “Could you repeat that?” I whisper so Madame Prince doesn’t hear me.

She peers up from her paper, “I was just kidding-”

“No, yeah I know, just say it again,” I wave along.

“Take me then?” She repeats slowly, staring at me like I have three heads.

I repeat the phrase in my head like a broken record. Where have I heard that before? It sounds so familiar like it’s important or something. Then, it hits me like a smack across the face.

“Holy-” I cover my mouth.

Madame Prince shushes me instantly. “No yelling!”

Lily struggles not to burst out laughing. “What was that about?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all,” I blurt out and hurry to gather my things. I rise from my seat and start shoving things into my bag. “Excuse me!”

“Where are you going?!” Lily raises her voice.

“I have to...” I hesitate, I don’t have an excuse. “I’ve got to go!”

I briskly turn on my heels to head toward the door. Instead, I slam into someone. I stumble back but catch myself. My eyes are met with Sirius stabilizing his balance.

“You!” We say in unison.

“No, you!” We point at each other.

Madame Prince shushes us dramatically. “If you must talk, take it out in the hall!”

Sirius takes my hand against my will and drags me out into the hallway. He checks up and down the corridor and determines there are too many people. Since it's a Sunday, most students hang out around the castle. I struggle to keep up with his pace as he yanks me along to a nearby classroom. He swings open the door and peeks his head inside.

"Sirius, it's all dusty!" I complain, digging my heels into the stone floor.

He pulls me in first, completely ignoring me.

I grunt, stumbling to catch my footing. When I manage, I brush down my skirt and face Sirius as he latches the door. “Was that really necessary?!”

He spins on his heels and points at me accusingly. "We shagged last night!”

“Almost! Okay? Almost!” I emphasize.

“Okay, fine! We almost shagged!” He complies, holding his hands up in surrender.

I'm slowly starting to recall the experience in the alcove. There was a lot of biting, teasing, swearing, hair pulling...

Sirius raises a brow, "what stopped us anyway?”

“Fitch and Mrs. Norris doing their nightly rounds. We almost got caught!” I hiss under my breath, worried that someone walking by may overhear.

His confused expression doesn't disappear. In fact, it intensifies as he narrows his gaze at the floor trying to pinpoint it all together. “And I didn’t try to continue once we were in the clear?”

“No, you were the one who suggested we head back so I wouldn’t get a third detention," I remind him of that crucial point.

Sirius's face morphs as if he's been told the world is coming to an end, a mixture of devastation and regret. Yet, also wonder, as though he's mentally asking him 'did I honest-to-God do that?'

“I chose then to be a rule-abiding student?!” He shouts.

“For my sake!” I justify in a whisper-yell. "We need to be quiet or-"

“Ugh!" Sirius paces away, hiding his face in his hands. "I really hate myself right now," he groans.

“Sirius!”

He whips around and complains. “What?! Can you blame a guy?! We were this close,” he gestures with his fingers.

I sigh, trying to remain civil. If we keep shouting someone will hear us then we will for sure get detentions.

"Look, it’s probably for the best!” I try to look on the bright side. “We were drunk.”

He whines, stomping his foot with a pout etched on his lips. He grumbles, “it would’ve been drunken...sloppy..." a dazed expression crosses his eyes. "Sweaty...  passionate-”

“Sirius!” I stop him, covering my ears as I grimace.

“I know! I know! Shut up, Sirius!” He mimics my voice.

There’s a prolonged pause as the two of us avoid meeting eyes. Well, this is awkward... Crossing my arms over my chest, I lean against a nearby desk. After a moment, I glance up from my shoes and Sirius’s eyes are narrowed, focused ahead on the wall.

I break the silence monotonously, “you’re still thinking about it aren’t you.”

“Yes!” He whines, failing about dramatically.

“Stop thinking about it!” I demand.

“I can’t! While you were in the library with Evans, James and I snuck into your room so he could show me the red skirt in hopes that I would remember!” He confesses and instant regret crosses his features.

My jaw drops and I storm across the room to him. "You’re kidding me!”

“That’s when it hit me! Everything! Then, I ran to find you!” He waves his hand, gesturing to me.

“Where was Marlene?!”

Forget staying quiet, that was before I knew Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum broke into my dorm!

“Oh, she was there," he nods, not caring in the slightest. "Yeah, she was passed out in bed.”

"You went in there when she was sleeping?!” I laugh breathlessly in disbelief. My fingers comb through my hair as I try to rack my brain around this new information.

“It’s not like we haven’t snuck in there before,” he adds as a side-note casually.

“What?!” I gasp.

Sirius quietly curses himself. “Never mind!” He rushes out.

I march toward the door. “I’m going to kill Potter!" I unlatch the lock and go to open it. "Then, I’m going to come back and kill you!”

Sirius jogs after me. "No, wait!”

He slams the door shut, pressing his palm against the wood beside my head. My fist remains around the handle and I feel Sirius close in on me. The warmth of his breath brushes against my neck and chills run down my spine. His free hand glides across my waist and gives it a squeeze. I turn my head to the side, glancing at me him out of the corner of my eye. He towers over me, leaning against the door. His fingertips glide down my hips to the end of my skit and play with the hem. I spin on my heels to face him, my back now pressed to the door.  

“Sirius, we can’t,” I whisper, meeting his gaze.

“Sure we can," he steps closer if that's even humanely possible. "Filch is busy with detention right now and there aren’t any classes,”

“What is someone who walks in and sees us?” I question, my eyes falling to his lips uncontrollably.

"Let them," he mutters carelessly.

Slowly, Sirius closes the space between us and brushes his lips against mine. At first, the action is steady and gentle as though we're getting reacquainted. Then, growing impatient, Sirius wraps his hand around the back of my neck and deepens the kiss at an exceptional rate. I drape my arms around his shoulder, yearning for me. He drops his arm from the door and picks up my legs. I wrap them around his torso instinctively as he walks me over to a nearby desk.

“I let bet that even turns you on. The idea of someone seeing me pleasure you," he mumbles against my lips. His hands wander from my knees and up my thighs to the hem of my skirt. "The way I can make you wet just by touching you." He breaks away from my lips and impulsively presses his palm to my core.

The sudden contact makes me shutter.

A light snicker escapes Sirius. "Does it turn you on when I brush against you in class? What about all those drunken times we stayed up late?” He rubs his fingers against the fabric of my panties at a painfully slow rate.

“Sirius...” I whisper like a plead.

“Next class, I’m going to sit next to you," he states sounding like a command. "Marlene and James are just going to have to deal with it."

Grazing his fingertips over my hip bone to the hem of my panties, he starts to remove the item from my body. He does it so gracefully like the action is an art form. Sirius disregards the article of clothing by tossing it to the floor without much thought.

He brings his lips to my neck and begins to grant it immense attention. “I’m going to place my hand on your thigh under the desk," he describes as his palms press into my thighs. "As the professor talks, I’ll slowly bring it up to your leg. I’ll slip it under your annoyingly short skirt and your panties," he performs the actions as he recites them. "I’ll feel just how wet you are for me and I bet you’re always dripping when you’re around me."

His fingertips slip between my folds and I gasp. My fingers grip the hair at the nape of his neck in reaction to the surge of pleasure.

“I’ll make you cum right in class," he purrs, evidently pleased with himself right now. "Right around my fingers."

My breathing starts to get heavy as he rubs pressurized circles over my clit. I bite down on my lip to defuse my moans.

"From now on, I’ll constantly be teasing you, making you wet every chance I get," he breathes against my neck. "I’ll get you wet for me in the dining hall and make you beg for me to take you back to the dorm."

He picks up his pace, brushing his fingers against my clit. I feel myself quickly approaching my climax. His antagonizing words don't help my self-control.

"I’ll take you in the back shelves of the library," he snickers wickedly. "Make you want to scream my name for everyone to hear.”

“Stop...” I beg, the pleasure starting to be too much.

Abruptly, Sirius grabs my face and makes me meet his gaze. Starring at me sternly, he slips two fingers into my core unapologetically. My hands grip his waist pleadingly, but he continues his assault.

“You’re such a tease, Y/N and you don’t realize," he snickers wickedly as he brushes against my G-spot relentlessly. "With your short skirts, your perfect lips, the way you look at me." He leans in, peering down at my lips to tease me. "You get me so hard. All I want to do is take you into an empty classroom every second of every day, bend you over a desk, and punish you for it. I want to make you feel how I feel.”

I squeeze my eyes shut. “Oh fuck,” I whimper.

“I see the way all the boys look at you, especially James. They imagine what it would be like to be inside you. But you’re mine, aren’t you? Only I can fuck you. Only I can make you cum so hard that you shake. Only I can fuck after you finish and make you beg for me to stop.”

"Sirius, I-" I gasp, the pleasure building up in my core is close to reaching its peak.

Sirius dismisses my pleading and grows more forceful. He gathers bits of my hair and tugs at them to make me reveal my neck. “I can make you cum with my hard dick inside you. I can make you hit your climax right here," he growls in my ear.

His fingers pump in and out at an increased rate, causing me to release a moan uncontrollably. I bite down on my lip, doing my best to suppress it.

"Would you scream for me, Baby?" He kisses my jawline softly. "Would you let me fuck you hard after?” He moves and plants a kiss on my neck.

I feel my walls tightening around his fingers as I drag my nails down his back.

“You’re close aren’t you, Love? You want to cum for me?” He grins against my shoulder.

“Yes,” I pant pleadingly.

I hate giving in to him, adding to his ego, but I need this. I need him.

"You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes please,” I beg, struggling to catch my breath.

He presses his lips to mine passionately with more intensity than ever before. “That’s right, beg for it, such a good girl,” he mumbles against my lips.

Overwhelmingly, hits my G-spot with perfect pressure and at an ungodly rate. “I want to cum for me. You’re already so fucking wet for me. I could fuck you so hard right here, right now. Imagine me pounding into you," he instructs as I feel myself on the edge of my climax.

I dig my nails into his shoulder blades. I'm nearly there. "Sirius, I'm-"

Suddenly, Sirius slips his fingers out and takes a step back, parting from me entirely. My eyes fly open and I watch as the boy gazes at me mischievously with his fingers in his mouth. Casually, he picks up my panties and tosses them back to me with a proud smirk. Dumbfounded, I hold the item in my hands utterly confused. Sirius stuffs his hands into his pocket, waiting for me to say something.

I shift my head forward, "that’s it?”

“Umm, yeah pretty much,” he shrugs with a light chuckle.

Merlin, he had this planned! He was fucking with me the entire time! I'm not sure how much of it was a game, but he purposefully got me close and pulled out!

I hop down from the desk with a huff and slip my panties back on. "What the fuck Sirius?!”

He eyes me up and down as though he's analyzing a product. “Yeah no, I’m not going to fuck you, yet! You don’t deserve it," he determines.

I raise my brows, "don’t deserve it?!”

“Yeah!" He repeats, shifting his head toward me mockingly. "You. Don’t. Deserve. Me,” he emphasizes each word. “Not until you decide between me and James, no sex!"

He reaches out and wraps his hand around the back of my neck, pulling me closer to him. I swat at his arm, but it only makes him grip harder. Hover inches from my face grins. "And let’s be honest here, Love. You’re going to pick me. It’s just a matter of when you’re going to admit to yourself that you love me.”

Suddenly, he presses his lips to mine forcefully and I try to shove him off of me, but he's too strong. Then, he finally releases me with a jolt. He turns toward the door to head out.

“Sirius, I-”

He spins on heels with a cheeky grin. “And you do love me, don't deny it. You said so yourself last night... multiple times actually," he winks.

I scoff, he's impossible! The most infuriating boy on the entire planet!

He strolls toward the door with a wave. "Bye!”

“You man-whore!” I shout at him, so close to just smacking him.

“Tease!” He tosses back lightheartedly. His self-satisfied state unfazed by my insult. “Gee, I just adore our little pet names! Ta-ta Love!” He waves his fingers mockingly before disappearing down the hall.

What the actual hell just happened?

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༄ dating james potter headcanons

pairing; james potter x gn!reader

warnings; brief food and alcohol mentions

request; no

a/n; okay i know i have a bunch of requests already but.. i had no marauders requests so i took matters into my own hands to get some stuff onto my masterlist because im so fun and sexy /j hopefully you like these though besties <3

james potter is the most loving and enthusiastic boyfriend possibly ever

seriously, he's so full on it's actually impressive

but it never gets annoying or overwhelming, no. it's always super endearing

you never feel unloved with him

super big on forehead or temple kisses; he just thinks they're super cute and convey his love for you extremely well

if you ever want to calm him down, press a kiss to his knuckles or cheek - it works like a charm every time

james' hair is extremely unruly - we all know this - so if you run your hands through it in an attempt to detangle it, he will melt on the spot

things that also make james melt on the spot include;

falling asleep on his shoulder

wearing his quidditch jersey, especially in the stands of his games if he has a spare

bringing him dinner if quidditch practice runs particularly late

just anything about you, really

he likes to have an arm around your shoulder when you walk down the corridors, or your hand in his

if you aren't too comfortable with pda, he's fine with linking pinkies or a soft kiss to the back of your hand every now and again

at the end of the day, he wants you to be as happy as possible

james constantly pushes up his glasses with his middle finger, so often in fact he does this even when he isn't wearing his glasses as a reflex

it just looks like he's flipping everyone off unprompted

you and sirius tease him a lot for this and stick your own middle finger up at him in return

it confuses him for at least a whole minute until he realises what he's done

"you've got to stop doing that, 's not fair" "all's fair in love and war, james"

he can get a little carried away at parties - especially if gryffindor wins the quidditch cup - but he'll sober up in an instance if you need him to

you're too tired/drunk and want to go to bed? suddenly he's stone cold sober and carrying you up the stairs to his dorm

he loves dancing with you though, and will try to keep you close to him all night to ensure you're safe and having fun

you'll twirl each other around, bounce around, fling your limbs in all directions, anything

james isn't the best dancer, okay

you are one of the only people who can get james to study

he'll decline going to the library with remus, but as soon as you ask him if he wants to go?

he's grabbing his books and rushing after you without a second thought

if you're the one who's against studying however, he goes full on mother mode

drags you to the library and insists you do your homework so you don't get a detention

speaking of - this boy is no stranger to detention, and definitely no stranger to sneaking you in whenever he can because he 'gets bored'

one time you get caught and mcgonagall simply can't understand why you willingly brought yourself to detention

wakes you up by peppering kisses all over your face, ignoring your complaints and protests

but if you try to wake him up? good luck

he'll wrap his arms around your waist and pull you into bed with him

he always insists you don't have to come to his early morning quidditch practices, but he's secretly over the moon when you drag yourself out of bed for them

goes all out for your birthday

i'm talking presents, a cake he somehow managed to get, making the whole great hall sing happy birthday to you at breakfast, and a small party/gathering of all of your friends

any chance he can take to show you he loves you, he will

james potter best boyfriend thank you <3

i luv this boy so much,, i just wanted to write some things for him okay, forgive me if they aren't the best/in character <3

james potter taglist; @thesilverskull @mendesxruel @lilgayn00dle @caffeineconstellations

marauders era masterlist <3