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perpetuallydaydreaming · 2 years ago

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ghost of a smile.

sirius said, “you fall in love with anything with a pulse.” so naturally james proves him wrong.

tags: james potter x reader,, they/them pronouns,, you’re a ghost,, sirius is vv protective of james,, wolfstar (it wasn’t supposed to be but then when i kept writing it just felt right),, crack,, age gap(???),, magical inter-racial relationships(???)

“prongs, it’s a fuckin’ ghost.”

“i love them.”

“it’s a ghost!” sirius punctuated the sentence by grabbing james by the shoulders and literally shaking him to sanity. but proved to be futile as the messy haired man clicks his tongue and shrugs off sirius’ hand as if it offended him.

“i know that, and my feelings won’t change. they make me feel alive.”

sirius groans, oh the irony, eyes wild in disbelief and turning to the rest, hopefully as exasperated and bewildered as he is. the look on his face as if saying, can you believe this guy?!

peter still looks disturbed and mooney looks like he’s trying to understand what james’ thought process was.

but that’s the thing. there is no thought. that’s why they’re in this situation in the first place. sirius likes to think there is no sane person to fancy an incorporeal being. much less, ugh, love them.

but leave it to james to prove him wrong. sirius almost laughs at the absurdity of it all.

“i know you like to go above and beyond expectations. but when i said you can fall in love with anything with a pulse, i didn’t mean for it to be a challenge.”

you cleared your throat, “i’m guessing this isn’t the best time.” you interjected sheepishly. hovering just a little above the floor. sirius thinks you almost look like a normal student. if normal students were translucent and dead.

when nobody said anything, but gave sheepish (remus and peter), worried (james) and judging (sirius) looks.

“i should just go and let you gentlemen talk things through. i’ll see you later james.”

“no don’t go,” he pouted. actually pouted! the love sick fool. “i’ll come with you.”

you shook your head, translucent hair swaying with the movement. “no it’s alright, you can stay and talk with your friends.” you smiled.

you gave him an encouraging nudge, or so to speak, since he can’t really feel you. because, again—dead.

james just nodded, and like a puppy, stayed.

once you were gone, remus was the first to speak,

“james, i think what sirius is trying to say here is how did this even happen?” remus asks softly, scratching his cheek, like he does when the puzzle he’s solving isn’t as easy as he thought it would be.

james sighs, he actually sighs like a besotted maiden, “i was— just a lost soul,” sirius blanched. “—wandering on this earth and then i met them, my beautiful love.”

“that isn’t the only lost soul that day, i bet.” sirius scoffs.

completely ignoring sirius now, james continues, “and then it just feels like everything clicked into place. they were always there when i needed someone to talk to. they were always so warm and kind. they always listened to me, they don’t make fun of my feelings. they don’t disregard them. they’re so beautiful and so smart. they’re crazy smart, knows a lot of things about history and all. you two would get along well, mooney.”

“they should know about history considering they died in it.” sirius hiss out but ultimately ignored.

“but james…” remus starts, and sirius almost sighs in relief at least somebody was also using their brain.

but then james interrupts, “i know they’re a ghost, and there’s not much else i can do about that. but remus, i can feel them. when we talk, i know they understand me and i don’t think i’ve ever felt this way about someone before.”

sirius rolls his eyes, having heard a similar speech when james said he fell in love with the store clerk in a muggle record shop in london.

sirius wanted so badly to scream out louder, in hopes to wake his friend from his delusion.

james clearly isn’t sound of mind right now. and it’s his duty as his best mate to help him. with the help of remus, they can do it. so he took the first step.

“james—“

“i think that’s beautiful james.” remus cut in.

sirius have never felt so betrayed in his life. and by remus of all people. and his face made sure to show this betrayal. lips curling into a horrified gape, eyes in a frenzy of rage.

remus clicks his tongue at him and covers his face with his large warm hand.

“thank you remus.” his crazy friend gave his crazier friend a lopsided smile.

hells, he was even blushing.

“are you fucking serious right now remus? they’re dead!” he shouted, muffled by remus’ hand.

remus ignored him turning to a now frowning james, “why don’t you go ahead and catch up with them while i talk to sirius quickly.”

james gave sirius a brief look and nodded. walking back, searching for the poltergeist in the castle.

“what’s wrong with you?!” remus hissed once james was out of sight.

sirius removing the hand on his mouth, growling as he says, “me?! i’m not the one getting it on with a soul, remus. what you’re okay with this?”

“yes,” remus gave a noncommittal shrug, “i’d be okay with it even if you were the one totally enamoured by a ghost.”

sirius gave him a dead look, “you’d be okay with your boyfriend in love with a ghost.”

remus rolls his eyes, a light dust of pink glowing on his cheeks and ears, “not like that, i just mean if the situation was different, you’d want somebody to support you. besides, it’s james, i’m sure this is all harmless.”

“harmless?! am i really the only thinking this is down right strange? i mean it’s a spirit for merlin’s sake! i know my family isn’t exactly picky with their romantic counterparts, fucking cousins and all, so i might not be the best person to defend my case. but this is a dead thing! a ghost. haunting hogwarts. that has to cross some boundary, right?”

remus softly groaning in frustration, “do you think i don’t know that? of course i think this is crazy! but what else could we do? when has james ever listened to us? especially with his penchant for following skirts.”

“and the occasional pants.” peter added with a shrug.

“it’s even crazier that you agree with me but is still willing to let this go on?!”

“if it’s anything like his previous escapades then i’m sure this won’t last as long.” remus sighs, rubbing his neck and stretching his neck.

“ultimately, let him make a fool of himself then. great idea.”

“i think we should trust james more,” peter shrugged, “i mean i’ve seen more weird pairings than a wizard and a ghost. my neighbour’s first boyfriend was a goblin, you know.”

remus lifts his hand to peter, as if to say, see? peter gets it!

“et tu peter?” sirius deadpanned. “traitors. both of you.” turning away as he swiftly walks away from the group.

“what did i do?” peter calls out to him.

“you, especially were no help!” sirius shouted back. his huffs and angry steps echoing in the stone castle.

if they weren’t going to stop james from being barmy then it’s up to him to stop this from going further.

it was a week later and james was still dating the damn ghost. he was even off celebrating some obscure couple holiday. maybe it was your death anniversary, who knows. sweet circe, james is down bad.

sirius slammed a thick dusty old book in the quiet corner of the library.

madam pince already looking over to them aggressively hushing the group.

remus immediately called out a flustered apology before turning to sirius to whisper.

“what is that?”

with smug grin and a hand on his narrow hips, “this, my sweet mooney, is the answer to our haunting problem.”

an ancient, dusty, dirty book that was practically falling apart titled, polly’s practical practices to the paranormal and poltergeists.

“i told you to leave it.” remus clicking his tongue and glaring at the overly smug man.

peter gingerly grabbed the book and started to comb through the pages. “how is this going to help?”

“go to page 189, it talks about exorcisms.” leaning over peter’s shoulders.

“you’re going to exorcist james’ lover?” the tone remus used was full of judgment and condensation. and sirius does not welcome that energy into his space. so, he rolls his eyes and crosses his arms— ready to shut down the negative energy.

“it also says on page 7 that ghosts are simply souls that are unable to cross through the spiritual realm. so if anything, i’m doing them a favour.”

peter chewing his lip in contemplation. “shouldn’t we tell james about this first?”

“james is biased, therefore his opinion is invalid.”

remus leaning back into his seat in a slump, “james is a grown man. he can decide for himself what he wants to do in his free time, even if that includes hanging around with a ghost all day.”

sirius feels a twitch in his eye coming. remus for every ounce of his prettiness, equates that to his stubbornness. so you can just imagine how stubborn this man is when he wants to be.

“babe,” sirius groans out, “i don’t understand how you can just let james make a fool of himself like this!—“ there’s a distinct shushing sound, and sirius looks over to sheepishly nod in apology, continuing in a much lower but just as aggressive tone, “he’s dating a fucking ghost, and i’m going to stop it, okay?”

remus levelled him with a glare. “have you even tried getting to know them?”

“the ghost?”

remus levels him with a stare, “they have a name.”

“whatever.” sirius scoffs before straightening up and looking at two of his friends betrayal dawning on his face, “don’t tell m—“

“i’ve gotten to know them very well actually, peter has too. hung out multiple times now.”

“you have? since when? how? why didn’t you tell me?”

peter, closing the book softly, “since james told us, they’re actually pretty cool. not as mental as the other ghosts for one.”

sirius gawks, the familiar sting of disappointment and betrayal brewing in his navel. “and you didn’t think to inform me of this development?!”

“mr. black, please leave the premises if you can’t keep the decorum expected in the library!”

“—sorry!” sirius calls back, before turning back to them, whispering harshly, “some friends you are.” swiftly grabbing the book back.

“someone has to be since you’ve refused to talk to james.”

“because he’s gone crazy, i don’t talk to crazy people— already had enough of that from my mother.”

remus now reaching for the book and reading the table of contents, “how do you even know if this book is accurate?”

sirius rolls his eyes, “it’s the only book left about ghosts,”

remus raised an eyebrow at that, “the only book left? or you just don’t know where to look?”

peter snickered. “considering this is the longest time he’s been in the library for the last six years, i’m guessing he doesn’t even have a library card.”

sirius let out a quiet gasp, petulant as he defends, “this is not the longest time, i know where the sections are.”

“right. well good luck on whatever it is you’re planning. if i wasn’t clear enough— i want no part of this whatsoever, assuming it all blows up in your face.” remus raising a scarred hand in the air and sauntering away.

sirius clicks his tongue, annoyed, “peter, hand me some parchment. i need to make notes about cleansing haunted areas.”

sirius already has a solid plan. he had thought of everything! he’s already practiced the ceremony in the dorms, with peter acting like the ghost. he even practiced drawing the runes and the enunciation of the incantations. he just needs to know where you usually reside in the castle, so he can draw the runes.

the only problem is, he doesn’t know where you are and what better way to know than from romeo, himself.

“james,” sirius calls out.

“here we go.” he hears peter wince, but resolutely ignoring him.

taking a deep breath, “i want to apologize for the way i acted, you deserve to be happy. and if they make you as happy as you say they do, then okay. as your best mate, i’m going to be more supportive of you.”

james, like a big softie that he is, immediately beamed a smile, grabbing sirius by the shoulders and crushing him into a hug.

“i knew you’d come around!” he gushed in his ear. sounding so utterly elated that he almost feels guilty for lying. but he has to do this. for james. “sirius you’re my brother! of course, i forgive you! i don’t think i can even go on for longer not speaking to you. bugged me like mad.”

remus all but looked at sirius in complete suspicion, which he ignores in favour of looking as earnest as he possibly could. peter looking down right nervous as his gaze filters through all three of them.

“to prove my support. i want to meet y/n and be their friend. get to know them a little bit better.”

and if it was even possible, james shone even brighter, cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling in excitement. he hadn’t seen that look on his face for quite some time now. looking equivocally happy.

“let’s go right now!”

“now?!”

“yeah, they should be on the third floor.” james grinned. walking a brisk pace and everyone jogging to keep up.

“what are you doing?” remus whispered as he power walked beside him.

sirius feigned innocence, “i’m supporting my best mate.”

remus frowned, not buying it, “and this is after you exorcise them or? or do you plan on damning their soul now?”

sirius clicked his tongue, “you told me to support james and when i do, you doubt me. it’s like you don’t love me.”

“you better be supporting james or i swear to god—“

“so james!” looking ahead, resolutely ignoring the stare burning to the side of his face. “anything i should know before meeting this special apparition of yours?”sirius says, lips stretching into an easy smile.

james slowed his pace, perfectly chirpy to divulge any information about his lover. glowing pink on his cheeks as he starts, “well, they’ve been a ghost in hogwarts since 1902, they were sorted in—“

“do you know how they died?” sirius cut off. resulting in a rude elbow jab from remus and a small frown from peter.

“what?” he said indignantly. isn’t that a vital question to ask? asking how a ghost died?

“they said there was an incident, an ogre got into the castle and, um, killed them,”

yikes.

the book said ghosts may not know how they died. associating their willingness to pass because they haven’t had the closure to move on. though if you knew how you died, it seems counter-productive to tell you about your death in order for you to pass on. so that’s crossed out.

“so are they secretly disembowelled or something? like almost-headless nick?”

james looked back and pursed his lips, gaze turning a little bit sharper, “no, they look perfectly okay. beautiful even.”

oh sure, he thought.

“they do,” remus piped up giving him a stern look. as if he heard him, “very pretty.”

sirius rolls his eyes, “oh of course, puts veela’s to shame, i’m sure.” waving his hand, opting for nonchalance as he continues, “so, what do you usually talk about with them then? surely common interests with an old ghost is hard to find.”

“they’re actually quite young compared to the other ghosts. that’s why they mostly keep to themselves on this floor.”

sirius grimace, fighting a shiver down his spine. “yes being over sixty. very young.”

james glared at him, and he raised his arms in surrender, “just joking.”

“—we talk about a lot of things, quidditch is one.”

“quidditch.” he repeated. do ghosts even follow the leagues?

remus placing an arm around james, “they used to play quidditch, a chaser.”

“quite good too, found their name on past rosters in the library.” peter grinned.

james beamed, encouraged by the others to prattle on. louder and faster like he can’t help but talk about you. like he was just waiting for a reason to. “and they liked potions, helps me study sometimes—“

“study.” he repeated. “with your ghost lover.”

“—oh, we’re here! my love?” james calling out into the alcoves and the barren hall. “i bought my friends, are you here?”

and then like a chill going up his spine, you showed up. floating a hair just above the ground, making it look like as if you’re walking.

you were a pale translucent thing. he had hardly looked at you the first time he’s seen you. confidently thinking he didn’t have to until james inevitably moves on from you. frankly, he didn’t know what to expect once he saw you, again. maybe look a bit alive, since his very much alive friend is very much in love with you.

you looked pretty, sure. but it was nothing to write home about. certainly not the kind that he would be willing to overlook the state of your mortality. but yeah, sure, pretty.

he almost wants to rolls his eyes.

“james, i was going to look for you.” you breathed. looking equally enamoured.

“what for my love?” he asks.

then you noticed the other approaching individuals, “oh hello, remus, peter, and—?“

“this is sirius, remember? i told you about him, didn’t i?” james but all grinned, going up to you and raising his hand as if to touch you. if he even can.

you looked like thin sheets blowing in the wind. if thin sheets can talk and haunt.

“that you did.” you laughed, and then your hand started to look fuckin’ solid. like a solid, human hand grabbing james’ and even squeezing back.

“nice to see you again, y/n, how have you been?” peter smiled.

you shrugged, smiling a little strained. “still very much dead, and here. thanks.”

sirius looked at your joined hands. tight and secure.

remus nudges him out of stupor and he flashes a strained smile.

so you can materialize. at least that answers some questions. though it opens a new array of questions for him now. questions he has no problem vocalizing.

“you can materialize?”

you turn to him, looking beyond nonchalant and relaxed with the whole situation. you obviously also hold no objections to the peculiar relationship. looking all too willing to be james’ dead lover.

“if i try hard enough, yes.”

“how long can you materialize?”

“if it’s just my hands, i can probably hold for a good hour or so.”

the book didn’t mention this.

sirius looks at you, up and down, apprehensive and suspicious. “can every ghost do this then?”

“i think so, though i haven’t seen them attempt it. i’m guessing they never really had any reason to.” you turn to james and grin at him. like some secret was just shared.

james looked at you twice as bright and giddy. hopelessly, happy and pink.

sirius thinks he’s going to hurl.

“so, do you just go materializing your hand, touching school boys every decade or so?”

“pardon?”

“sirius!” remus hissed.

sirius smiles the fakest smile he has, “just a joke.”

you raised an eyebrow at him, but didn’t comment. he can feel the heat of james glare and hear the insistent shuffling of peter to his side.

“why did you decide to date james? are you planning on possessing him for his living body?”

“sirius black!” remus grits out, pinching his side.

james stepped forward to shield you, a frown deep in his face, but you just tug at his arm, and he softens.

you laugh, “no, i don’t plan on possessing my boyfriend. as for why i’m dating him,” you turn to look at james again, sharing a secret smile again, “well, i quite like him.”

sirius clicks his tongue.

the night continued on. he asked questions, and you answered them.

he would be, admittedly, very difficult. maybe even down-right rude but you seem to assimilate to his attitude soon enough.

every jab and attack he would aim at you. you would receive with grace and an amused ghost smile.

eventually james wanted some alone time and sirius was just glad for a reason to finally leave.

“you know you could have been a bit nicer or at least decent to y/n.” remus hissed once james and casper went away.

“oh trust me, that was me being nice.” he scoffs.

“asking insensitive questions is not nice, last i checked.” peter said.

shaking his head, “i could have said it was fucking creepy that james is fucking dating a ghost. or maybe tell james he needs to make an appointment with a mind healer soon —that his impulsivity with the concept of “falling in love” is all twisted and, let’s face it, short-lived— pun-intended. i could write to fleamont that his son is fracking with a soul trapped in hogwarts! but i didn’t. trust me that was being nice.” he all but shouted, panting as his face blotched red.

“finally dropping your supporting your best mate agenda then, are you?”

sirius turns to remus, huffing and beyond betrayed, “have you not been listening?!”

remus clicks his tongue, “i understand, but it’s just as you said. all of this is short-lived that will eventually die out. so why bother stressing about it? y/n is a pretty cool spirit if you get to know them.”

“it’s a spirit from the 1900, what else is there to know?”

“you are a real piece of work.” remus giving him a hard glare, pulling at his fringe hard.

peter all quiet and mousy said, “i don’t even know why you’re so worked up about all this.”

sirius groans, “the reason why i’m so worked up about all this is, because it is james, we all know how he is. this is going to be another repeat of him falling for somebody, getting his hopes up and fall face down on the ground. and i’ve seen him fall way too many times to let it happen again. it’s a fucking ghost. there is no future with them. james doesn’t see reason, so it’s up to us to help him.”

remus blinked, and then sagged.

“i get it, okay? i get where you’re coming from. but i think out of everyone here, james is the one that understands this the most. just trust him on this. he’s not daft, he knows what he’s doing.”

“but what if he gets hurt again?”

“then we’ll be there for him.”

you can still somewhat hear them argue in the empty halls. you were sure james can too, if his frown was anything to go by.

“sirius is… lovely.” you hummed.

james groans, pulling you to to sit with him on one of the benches. “i’m so sorry about that, he’s just—“

you raise hand to stop his blabber, “i completely understand, he’s protective of you. i feel the same way.” you whispered.

james looks at you abashed and pink, before he looks away. still, rubbing his thumb to your knuckles even as it slowly becomes faint and pale, once again.

“he’ll warm up to you soon,” he nodded.

you smiled, “should i be worried if he doesn’t?”

he turns to you again, looking at you completely besotted, “you shouldn’t, he’ll like you.”

“you sound sure.”

“because i know him, and i know you. you are, after all, the most charming ghost in the castle.” he grins.

“what a title,” you softly sighed.

“just give him time,”

suddenly you’ve been reminded why you wanted to meet with him. you felt the phantom rhythm of your dead heart thrum through your veins. nervous after so many decades, funny.

“i’ve been reading, lately.”

“oh? about what?” he grins at you, cheeks a healthy glow of life and eyes bright like the light in the morning.

you almost falter, but thank merlin you don’t.

you were sure you wouldn’t be able to tell him if you postponed any more.

“about… leaving.”

“leaving?” he straightened. “what do you mean?”

you flowed to the other side of the room, higher than you would usually go, whenever you were with him. wanting to keep the illusion of normalcy of walking with him. like you were still alive. like a normal student with their boyfriend.

“i’ve been researching about this for a while, even before you came here—hogwarts, i mean, and i think i’ve found some sort of break through. this is what i wanted to talk to you about before— before meeting sirius and all that.”

“what like leaving the castle grounds? or—“ he gulps, looking absolutely terrified. “or leaving?”

you know he was smart enough to answer his own questions. but you also considered he would be in denial, unabashedly hopeful, so you clarified. “about passing on. leaving, for good. i’ve already talked to some other spirits in the castle, who wants to go too and some have already agreed.”

“but don’t you—“ james licked his lips, shifting one foot to the other, “don’t you want to stay with me?”

your chest is hollow, nay, non-existent. but the way he looks at you, his voice, and his warm hand reaching out to you, made you think your chest might be aching with pain.

for all your years in purgatory, haunting and never moving on. all these years of weaving through the halls, seeing different faces every year, it all seemed so short.

and the stretch of your time comprising of moments of when james potter was seeking you out. talking to you. making a companion out of you. and being with you. making you feel alive again.

he was young, bright, and callous, and rough. but he is also sweet, soft, and kind.

you knew from the start, this would never last.

you knew, like everyone else, that he’ll eventually leave too.

there was no life with you. that ended decades ago.

but he still has time.

“james,” you softly called out, floating over to him. thinking long and hard to be corporeal. even if it’s just your hands, so you could touch him.

“don’t.“ he looks down, biting down on his lips, refusing to look at you now. but he did nothing to move away from your hold, he never did, instead lifting his own to touch yours, soft yet firm. “don’t tell me some bull about living my life.”

you sigh, lifting his head to see his ever beautiful eyes, “but you have to.”

he softly shook his head in your hands, his grip tightening afraid to let go. “and i want to spend every moment i can with you,”

“and then what?” you ask.

he stops, his gaze moving all around your face, as if memorizing it to the fullest extent.

“i’m to stay now, and then you leave, and then i stay here? forever?”

he shook his head, pouting like kid, and you always endeared.

“i could get a job here and live here all year long, you can stay in my quarters where we can talk and be toge—“

you laugh letting him go, your hands turning translucent like before, like always. “there is no life with me, james. we’ve talked about this.” you look at him. you see his lip harshly bit down, gnawing, as he pulled to release the blood.

“you know this.“

james turns away from you. scratching his neck, his eyebrows furrowed. like the first time you saw him in the halls. after another failed attempt at wooing birds.

“i know.” he conceded. “i’ve been reading too. i’ve checked out books on how you can pass on. i think i’ve checked out every damn book about ghosts in the library.” he laughs bitterly.

you didn’t know this. he didn’t tell you. somehow that made the pain in your chest clench more. you always thought he would be against you leaving. something on your face must’ve shown this because he clarifies, before looking down again.

“i thought that if— i was the one to find the solution, find the way for you to move on, it wouldn’t feel— it wouldn’t hurt. i thought if it was on my own terms, i would be able to accept it easily. but i’m wrong, of course. it wouldn’t be that simple. especially not with you. with us.”

“you were looking for a way for me to pass on?” you ask gently, stopping low to catch his gaze.

he looked as earnest like the day you met him, nodding as he said, “because i know how miserable you felt. i know you—you don’t have enough reason to stay here any longer than you have. i know us, being together, isn’t reason enough for you to be stuck here for all eternity. i know this, but i was still hoping—”

“oh james,” you sighed.

“some irrational part of my brain wants you stay. i even thought of being with you here too. be with you after—“

“james potter.” you sharply cut in, gaze hardening in anger. but his gaze of despair made you soft and sigh again.

“i will not let you.”

you think of all the ghost trapped in the castle. you see them through the years, losing all sense of themselves more and more. becoming irate and miserable. seeing the same grounds, the same routines, the same days, mashing together in an endless cycle. never moving forward.

and then you see his eyes so full of love, and life, and bravery, and sweetness and roughness. even just thinking he might succumb to the cycle—

“i will not let you.” you repeated.

james reached out again, “i love you,”

you smiled at him, the faux fuzziness spreading down to your phantom toes. “you’ll find someone else to love james. someone who can spend more years of life with you, with so much love to give, i have no doubt about it.”

you think back to the boy crying with a broken rose in the halls, another heartache. the bright eyed look you see him give the person he’s chosen to love that day. another love. always so earnest, always with so much love that he has to give it to someone else.

you brush over his soft cheeks, committed to feeling him for the last time.

“do you—“ he breathed, leaning into your touch and bashfully looking down, “do you think i could see you on the other side?”

you gave a loop-sided smile, seriously how utterly charming, you thought. “i would like to think so. i can even greet you myself once you arrive if you’d like.”

he looks up at you, giving you a pretty smile, “yeah, okay.”

you didn’t leave immediately. you waited for another week.

james drew the runes for you, with sirius eagerly helping. you spent your last days, exploring the hidden parts of the castle with james, showing him all the secret passages you’ve come across. you spent your last day with james talking. taking in a full-body corporeal form and hugging him for the first time. and kissing him.

you left quietly, in the night when he was asleep.

he looked for you in the halls, the next morning, hoping you’d change your mind.

when you didn’t show after an hour, he left—blinking the embarrassing tears collecting in his eyes.

eventually though, james will move on. he doesn’t quite understand true love all that well yet. he’ll still mistake other feelings for love. maybe fall quickly. maybe love more than one person at the same time. eventually, he’ll fall in love, for real this time, find someone else to give his seemingly endless amount of love to and it’ll be returned ten-fold.

or at least it’s what sirius says to remus and peter. after remus reprimanded him for being too happy that you were gone.

extra:

later, when james opens the door on that halloween night. the living room glowing bright with green and the echoes of his son’s cries and his wife’s fast stomps upstairs. he would close his eyes in a swift end. thinking how peaceful it is, how quick— his face graced with a ghost of a smile, he would think of you, and hope you’re waiting on the other side.

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highonmarvel · 2 years ago

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Wait for…

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Bar On Jax Masterlist

Previous Chapter: Gauze

Non Con Warning!

Bucky opened the door to see you holding the vial.

Instinct, he tackled you and you shrieked, dropping the small bottle. He quickly pinned your hands above your head, pushing down onto the wooden floor just enough to keep you still, and he made sure to use his right hand. He ran his vibranium fingers through his hair as he stared down at you. You weren’t fighting him. He chose to believe it wasn’t because you were in shock, no, it’s because you pieced together that he only did it to protect you. It wasn’t the Winter Soldier.

“Do you see now?” he breathed, searching your eyes for any type of indication you understood; “I only did it to protect you. He was a bad man, involved with some bad things, and you,” he brushed his cold fingers down your cheek, “Are precious. It was just for you.”

“Are you saying this is my fault?”

That fire was back, and he loved it, but not when he was in the line of attack, not right now when he was trying to come clean, when all he wanted to tell you was that he had cared for you all this time. It had been a few days to you, but years to him.

He couldn’t respond right away, and you took that as confirmation, breathing heavy, starting to shake.

“I did it for you.”

“So it’s my fault?!” you yelled, raising your neck as high as possible to scream in his face, “You, are the murderer. You, are the deranged man who kidnapped a woman—”

He slammed his hand over your mouth, pressed harshly onto your mouth and nose. He was cutting off your breathing, for that he didn’t feel the best, but he needed you to shut up before you said something that would make him hurt you. You thrashed beneath, but it didn’t faze him at all as he stared off in the direction of the moon, trying to gather his thoughts. He hadn’t even noticed your protests were growing weaker and weaker until he looked down at your fluttering lids. He quickly removed his hand and you took a deep gasp, eyes shooting open again.

“He was going to hurt you.”

“He would never,” you could barely even gasp through your attempts to regulate your breathing.

“You think I’m hurting you,” he shouted at you. He knew you thought that, “Do you know what he would have done to you? You were just some lab rat to him!”

“And I’m not to you?” you screamed back, “I know you put that in me—”

“Do you know how many people had to suffer to perfect it? And you would have been one of them, but I saved you, what aren’t you getting? I saved you then, and you’re safe now, why are you still fighting?” he asked, and he knew the exasperation in his tone was clear, and he knew the desperation in his voice was crystal.

“You hurt me, and you hurt him, and you know, James, you know you’re twisted.”

Wait for the Stockholm to kick in, wait for the Stockholm to kick in, wait for the Stockholm to kick in, wait—

Everything about you being helpless had been turning him on, he was sure you could feel the rising in his pants since the moment he pinned you down, and maybe that’s why you thought him twisted, and by your standards, maybe he was, but to him, to him he had been a decent man, a good man, and everything about you had been tempting him, but still, he did good, but now, now why was there a reason to stop himself? You knew he was protecting you, you knew that now, so you’d know he’d never do something to hurt you, so, no, this isn’t to hurt you, it’s to show you, show you that, one, he’s in control, and, two, he kept you safe, and if you were safe, why couldn’t he make you feel good as well? What’s so wrong about that? Years he had wanted this, he had saved you then, he had saved you now, from the boring life you had; bar on Jax, home, bar on Jax, home. But now, now you had him, and you’d never have anything to worry about again, or be in such a dull place again, because he had you.

You were struggling against him, God, you were rubbing against him; on some subconscious level you wanted this. You wanted him.

It was over now.

That tint in his eyes that you couldn’t place, that anger or desperation or madness, was replaced by hunger now. You watched his pupils dilate and felt the growing in his pants.

You shook your head, more to yourself, because this couldn’t be happening, because, how in just a few days had gone from boring to being a murder suspect to this? Life doesn’t work this way, you tried to justify to yourself.

But it was happening.

James trailed his cold metal hand down your side, stopping to softly grip your waist. He let out a soft groan as tears began to spill from your eyes. In a flash, he switched to his vibranium arm restraining you and his flesh hand roaming your torso, like he had to really feel it to believe. He seemed almost shocked to you, like he didn’t think this was possible, as if he hadn’t done everything in his power to make it possible.

You tried to hard to fight your signs of weakness, control your body’s natural reaction to fear, because you knew it turned him on, but you failed. Tears were flowing, and you knew he liked that, and your breathing was erratic, the heavy rise and fall of your chest capturing his attention, your thrashing making him harder; there just wasn’t anyway you could win.

Suddenly, he swooped down and captured your mouth in his. His kiss was rushed and heavy, like he needed to do this before he died, while his hand juxtaposed that by gently tracing fingertips over your belly, drawing obscure shapes.

You let out a choked sob, and he took the opportunity to push his tongue into your mouth, tasting you like a starving man, while you could do nothing. You tried pleading against his mouth when you got the chance, but you guessed he took it as a plead for more, because his kiss only increased in intensity.

He finally broke away and pressed a sloppy kiss to your jaw, whispering about how much he needed this as he kissed up your jaw, down your neck.

“Stop struggling,” he whispered against you, “Relax, doll, I can make you feel so good,” his voice broke on the last word; he was absolutely enamoured, just so lost in the feel of you.

“No, James, stop, please,” but he didn’t.

He brought his hand up to trail across your shoulder, but now he seemed done with delicacy. Easily he ripped your shirt at the shoulder, and brought his arm down diagonally, the fabric ripping painfully against you. You tried to use the opportunity to punch him off but he quickly caught your wrist and slammed it back down painfully, tilting his head at you, almost looking a little confused, but he quickly moved on, eyes falling to your bare chest.

He brought your arms down to your sides and dove to suck on one of your nipples.

You writhed painfully, overwhelmed by his hunger, but unable to speak through groans, matched by his own. He swirled his tongue around your nipple and you naturally arched up, which he took a sign he was winning as indicated by his smirk against you.

You thrashed from side to side refusing to accept your attempts were futile, but all it did was spur him on further, make his cock twitch against you.

He trailed his hand down your stomach and hooked his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, tearing it off as you winced.

“Please, please, please,” you remained whispering, for nothing in particular; for James to stop, for some — any — higher power to take mercy on you, for you to jolt awake and be relieved this was all a dream, a nightmare, and you could go back to your mundane life.

For his words that Finn would ever hurt you to be false.

You were snapped back to the reality by the sound of James spitting in his hand.

With his own hands occupied preparing himself leaving yours free, you took the opportunity to punch him in the face. Though you didn’t expect it to have much effect, it did manage to catch him off guard, and your flipped over and attempted to get up, but he slammed you back into the floor with such force the wood splintered. You felt warm blood run down from your right temple and form a small puddle on the floor beneath you, the blood dripping into your ear not helping the ringing in your head.

You could barely hear James over the sonorous white noise bouncing in your skull, but you guessed he said something like, “Ready, doll?”

Wouldn’t have made much of a difference to his decision if you were.

He slammed into you from behind, causing you to cry out and lift your neck up, which he quickly slammed back into the floor, some of the splintered wood painfully hitting your eye and the unpleasant taste of metallic blood and bark hitting your tongue as your open mouth was pushed down.

You tried to claw at him through your sobs and pleads for him to stop but you couldn’t really grasp onto him through his fast and brutal pace. His groans still beat against your eardrums despite the static in your head, and you choked on your cries, coughing up spit and blood, and still, he just didn’t. Stop.

You could have sworn he was feral, or possessed, or something subhuman based on his incapability of empathy, raping a screaming woman underneath him without so much as a stutter in his pace, and his just painful and brutal hits.

He leaned down to your ear, mumbling about how he was gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum, and to your horror, you were too, your body adjusting to him and ready to give him what he wants. You knew he knew, and you tried so hard to resist it, until he said,

“If you cum this is all over, sweetheart.”

Just desperate for a break, you relented, so absolutely disgusted with yourself your stomach was in knots and you genuinely thought you were going to be sick, swallowing back bile and sobbing heavily between sad gasps.

He came next releasing into you with a broken moan and falling on top of you, panting in bliss while you panted to keep yourself alive.

You had lost. You had given him exactly what he wanted. You had no one else. There was only Bucky.

Epilogue

Though the date flashed across his phone as it lit up, it had no meaning to you, having lost count long ago, or maybe not that long ago. Again, it had no meaning to you. Time had no meaning to you, because there was only Bucky.

He quickly flipped it over as he walked over to your side of the kitchen island with a smile.

“How’re you feeling today, doll?” he had asked you however many mornings since that first rape.

“I’m alright, Bucky,” you responded with a smile, everyday.

End of Wait for…

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End of Bar On Jax

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Author’s Note: Wow, finally finished after, like, what, 10 months? I am the world’s most efficient writer, thank you very much. And a real thank you to everyone’s who’s been reading all these despite my sporadic updates. This was my first series, and I think it turned out pretty okay, though I’ll probably stick more to one shots in the future. Again, thank you.

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shadowbriar · 3 years ago

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Sirius Black - Caught in the Moment

Pairing : (F/M) || Sirius Black x Ravenclaw!Reader Word Count : 2.7k Warning : Mentions of Food. Drinking. Slight harsh words because I couldn’t help myself. Prompts : “Come here and kiss me now before it gets too cute.” // “You look adorable but nothing beats the look on your face when I tell you I love you.” // “Oh? Oh.” Prompt request is still open. You can find the link to the prompt list here.

“What in the bloody hell is wrong with this spell!” She says angrily, tossing the silver goblet off of her table in exasperation “Stupid transfiguration class.”

The boy chuckles in amusement, taking the rolling goblet off of the floor. He dusted the cup, noticing the dent made on its side. She’s surely in no mood for his antics today.

“You know, if you would just take a deep breath and flick your wand a tad bit gentler,” He says, showing her how it’s done to transfigure the goblet into a cauldron “You’ll have your cauldron at the ready.”

She squints her eyes in annoyance, eyeing him with her deathly eyes, “I hate you, Black.”

He winks, turning himself back to the sofa.

“You’re supposed to be helping me with these stupid spells.” She continues her moaning, throwing him her transfiguration books “How am I supposed to write my essays if I can’t even master the charm just yet.”

“You’ll do just fine. Why are you Ravenclaws always so strung out about school and grades? The world wouldn’t end if you get a grade other than Os, you know.”

“I have had straight Os for years, I will not have my streak ruined just because you’re choosing to be a twat and not help me with it.” She seethes, writing on her parchment paper the not much progress she’s made with the goblet “Now you can either help me, Sirius, or find yourself out. I’d rather not spend the rest of my day with your sniggers and taunts over my failure.”

“There, there, now. Let’s not boil your blood too much, you’ll have smoke coming out of your ears in no time.” Sirius says, still with his playful self as he approaches her gently “We’ve a bottle of some whiskey Lily specially brought from the muggle world. Don’t you suppose it’s time to take a break and get a taste of it?”

She sighs, smiling softly as a sign of agreement..

She watches as Sirius fixes the drinks, flicking his wand to charm the glass to stir itself. His body was swaying to the tone he mumbles, buzzing the random song that’s playing on his head. She wonders if his friends were here in their dorm room, would he have swung himself as comfortable as he is right now.

Out of everything in this whole universe, though gifted with cleverness and wit, she could never decipher Sirius’ cues. Having grown up together, she was no stranger to him and his stories of ex-lovers. Well, Sirius never discarded any of them to be their lover, but the way he treated them was enough to make her wish she could hex each of these girls. She would do anything to be the one he pines at the corridor, to be the one he smugly kisses in between classes, and to be the one he paraded with in the Great Hall. She would do anything to taste what these girls had.

But every single time his friends would tease him about her, how their intimacy is surely nothing of pure friendship, Sirius would always turn the twitter down, making her feel as if he would never see her in that way.

And it certainly hurts.

“Cheers,” Sirius says as he hands her a glass, gulping the beverage and making a face in disgust once he swallowed it “That is the most disgusting thing I’ver tasted. Muggles really drink this?”

She drinks her beverage, making a similar expression to the one Sirius showed earlier, “Tastes like potty water.”

But the foul taste gradually turns into delight as the two take more gulps straight from the bottle. Some time after a couple gulps were swallowed, Sirius turned on the music player Lily gave to James last Christmas, some sappy muggle records playing in the background. He takes her hand, dancing in the middle of the room with no real rhythm and pace, secretly praying that their feet wouldn’t entangle themselves.

Head spinning, stomach turning, yet laughter and smiles never left each of their faces. The alcohol is slowly plaguing their system, making them feel as if they were floating on the air. Her worries were long flushed out, replaced with ecstasy each time he twirls her. If only she could charm this moment and keep it in a box.

Once the music turned slower, Sirius pulled her closer, resting his hands on her waist as she clings onto his neck. Their eyes were locked to each other, as if pulling into each other’s black hole. Neither dared to look away though the fireworks in their stomach have exploded into tiny pleasant butterflies.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” Sirius whispers, licking his lips in nervousness “Come here and kiss me now before it gets too cute.”

With alcohol fueling their veins, they leaned in to each other and closed the gap between them. He pulls her body closer, having no desire to let go. He needed to feel her close. To be sure that this is happening and not just one of the many daydreams he’s had in his head.

The bliss was felt mutually. Had Sirius not held her tight, she'd have fallen to the ground in felicity. All the nights she’s spent wondering just how pleasant it would be to feel his lips on hers, to caress his cheeks gently in the process, have finally been answered. There wasn’t a word she could pick to describe what she’s feeling right now but she would do anything to make this last forever.

“Pads, have you seen my- Oh!” James stopped by the door, cursing himself to interrupt the intimate moment “I- Sorry guys, I should’ve knocked.”

“No, you didn’t interrupt anything, we were just caught in the moment.” Sirius said with a sigh when they scrambled away, clearing his throat “What do you need, Prongs?

She didn’t hear what James needed nor did he find it because her world crumbled right after Sirius said those painful words. Caught in the moment, is that truly what’s happened? An incidental act that wouldn’t have happened in any other time and place? Is that really what Sirius thought of it?

“Dove?” Sirius called, gently touching her arm to snap her back to reality “Are you alright?”

“Splendid.” She faked a smile, looking at James then to Sirius who both looked worried “I best return to my dorm, it’s getting late.”

“But your essay-”

“I’ll finish it in my room. It’s alright.” She says as she packs her belongings, flashing one last fake smile to Sirius “I’ll see you around.”

—-

Sirius was frustrated to say the least. He thought that she was just busy and occupied with all the essays and deadlines approaching but a week has passed since the last day of submissions and she’s still so out of reach. The fact that her dormitory is placed half across the castle is making it hard for him to catch her. This game of cat and mouse is pushing him closer to the edge, wanting nothing but to get out of this pit of torture.

He couldn’t stop thinking about their short yet blissful kiss. The way her lips gently touch his, how her scent has become his personal brand of heroine and now he’s relapsing from her absence. He’s tormented, physically and mentally.

“Pads, you might want to stop eyeing the Ravenclaw table like you’re going to launch at them.” Peter recalled, looking worried at his friend’s strange behaviour “You’ve been looking at their table for days, who are you looking for, really?”

“She wouldn’t want to see you.” James says nonchalantly, placing a piece of sausage to his mouth “Not after your heartless comment, that is.”

Remus raises an eyebrow, “What are you talking about?”

“Yeah, Prongs, what are you talking about?” Sirius asked, sounding appalled at his friend’s commentary “What did I say?”

“You kissed her and said that it was nothing. That you were just, and I quote, caught in the moment.” James continued, making quotation marks with his fingers in the air “Consider yourself lucky if she even spared a glance at you.”

Sirius blinks, colour draining from his face, “I said that?”

“Oh, you messed up big time, lad.” Remus commented, taunting the distraught boy “You didn’t even remember saying those words.”

“Shut it, Moony.”

“Well, what are you gonna do now?” Peter asks “She hates you, that’s one thing certain.”

“Thanks, Wormy.” Sirius says with a forced smile “Can’t really do anything until she shows herself, can I?”

The boys then continue their chatter with Sirius still being detached and spacing out of his surroundings. He was so glad that the alcohol had boosted his adrenaline that day, helped him to do the one bold thing he’s always wanted to do but now that his friend has shown some light and given him a broader perspective, he’s starting to regret drinking the bottle of cheap booze. He should’ve just kissed her sober and shouldn’t have said those painful words in the first place.

Now that he knows his mistake, how could he repent the sins? How could he talk to her and apologise, beg for her forgiveness though he knew he didn't deserve it, when he couldn’t even see her? What does he have to do to meet her again?

—-

Sirius knew that he wouldn’t be able to catch her before classes so he got up early for once in his lifetime, took a short shower and headed straight to the Ravenclaw dormitory. The sun’s barely out and he could see the sky still dark outside as he walks through the corridor but he was determined. She might not eat her breakfast in the Great Hall but she’s sure to come out of the dormitory to ask the kitchen elves for some food and he planned to catch her then.

Leaning on the wall, staring at the Ravenclaw entrance, Sirius fought his sleepiness by yawning every other minute. His eyes were getting watery from the lack of sleep but he couldn’t pass another day without fixing their relationship. His apology is long overdue and he’d be damned to postpone it another day.

An hour and a half after his arrival, he notices the gate moving. A figure was coming out of it, still looking as sleepy as he is and with hair unbrushed. She must’ve thought she wouldn’t meet anyone during this early hour.

“Morning.”

Startled, she looked in his direction. Sirius was smiling warmly at her, trying to act the most friendly to not lit any fuse, “What are you doing here?”

“I was wondering if we could get breakfast together?” He explains, taking closer steps to her “I’ve noticed that you haven’t been to the Great Hall lately so I supposed you’ve found a better place to take meals in and I’d love to go there too. If you’d have me, of course.”

She folds her hands in front of her chest, showing a defence, “I’m eating in my room. I’m only going to get some bread from the kitchen.”

“Sound.” He nods, trying to not show his nervousness under her daunting gaze “I’ll walk you to the kitchen then.”

Not saying a word and still putting out a cold shoulder, she walks past Sirius and heads to the kitchen. She could hear his footsteps following not far behind. She wasn’t expecting to see him, certainly not with her unkempt state right now. Had she known she would bump into him, she would have at least put on a jumper and hide under its hoodie.

“So, how was your essay?” Sirius asked, trying to open a conversation as he tried to match her pace “I’m sorry I didn’t help much with your Transfiguration essay, I thought you would return the next day to finish it together.”

She raises an eyebrow, “Why would I return?”

Sirius gulps, understanding the mistake he’s gravely made.

“Look, Sirius,” She says, stopping her walk to meet him properly “I think it’s best that we don’t see each other for a while. The last time we met it was.. It was a mistake and-”

“Hold on, Dove.” Sirius cuts in, desperately trying to stop her from falling deeper to the misunderstanding “I don’t know how to explain it, but what happened that day, it wasn’t a mistake. At least to me, it wasn’t. It was the most blissful experience I’ve ever had and if you wish to have space from me because of it then I understand. But please don’t think that I find it as a mistake.”

“You said it was nothing.” She argues, brows furrowed in confusion “You said you were just caught in the moment.”

“I know. You wouldn’t understand how much I hate myself for saying that rubbish but believe me, it wasn’t a mistake.” He defended, trying to reach for her hands to show his genuine intention “I was surprised that James caught us and I know it is no excuse but I just- I was too embarrassed to admit to my friends that they were right.”

She makes a confused face, slightly shaking her head, “What are you talking about? I don’t understand.”

“I like you.” Sirius confesses, his cheeks turning red in nervousness “No, scratch that, I love you. I’ve always loved you since we were still in nappies. It’s taken me forever to admit it because I don’t want to ruin our friendship, knowing how over the line my friend’s teases could be. I was too busy thinking about the right approach to confess that I’ve wasted too much of my time with people I certainly don’t desire because I only ever wanted you.”

Her gaze softens, trying to digest his words as if it was a brand new concept she’s unfamiliar with.

“Do you know why I so reluctantly want to help you with your Transfiguration essay?” He asks, earning a light shake of the head from her “It’s because I want to spend as much time as I can with you.”

“Oh? Oh.” She mumbles, slowly catching on to his words.

Sirius smiles, tucking a few stands of her hair behind her ear, “I know that you don’t need my help in any other field, that’s why I try so hard to stall time. I wanted to be around you, always. It’s awful enough that we’re sorted in different houses. The fact that you take advanced classes is making it hard for me to keep up with your pace and I just feel.. I’m afraid that you’ll forget about me one day or another.”

“Sirius..”

“I love you.” He says once more, this time sounding more firmly than before “And I’m sorry it’s taken me forever to admit it, but I really do. And I’m sorry if I’ve ruined our friendship but I just had to get it off of my chest and set the record straight. At least, from my end.”

She takes one of her hands off of his and places them on his cheek, gently brushing her thumb as she examines his facial features. The warm light of the sun is gradually showering them through the pillars of the corridors, making his dark brown eyes look like a pool of honey. Heavens know just how long she’s prayed for this day to come.

“I understand if you don’t feel the same way.” Sirius continues, taking her lack of words to be his silent rejection “We could pretend that this conversation never occurs and-”

Before he could finish his words, she leans in and seals their lips once more. Her hands resting more comfortably on his shoulder, washing away every doubt and question she’s ever had about their relationship. For once she could finally understand Sirius and his hidden gestures. Everything falls into place as if the perfect jigsaw has been placed.

“You always talk too much.” She whispers once they pull away “Good thing I have a high tolerance for your annoying trait.”

“Thank Merlin for that.” He chuckles, staring at her eyes deeply “You look adorable but nothing beats the look on your face when I tell you I love you.”

“Then tell me again.”

Sirius smiles, appreciating his girlfriend’s teasing with a kiss to her nose, “I love you.”

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floralembarrassment · 2 years ago

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i loved the one shot you wrote about regulus who accidentally hurt james feeling and comfort him could you maybe write something similar but like with james who want to ask reggie on a date and he refuse and says some hurtful stuff and it gets to james head because lily used to reject hil before ?

i know this is wierdly specific but this idea is stuck in my head and idk how to write😭😭

thank you !!! 🥰

hi! first thank you for the compliments and honestly I love a specific ask even though I don't always stick right to it. This one I think I did a pretty good job though! I hope you enjoy and know that if you can think the idea you can write the idea!!! with love

A Question (1/1) (jegulus)

They were on their way to the library, making small talk about quidditch and potions finals. And when James saw the sunlight hit Regulus just right well he couldn't pass up his moment of courage.

"Regulus," he said tentatively.

Regulus turned to face him. "Yes James?" He asked, a mix of eager and exasperated. Like he couldn't wait to hear what wild think James would say next.

"Would you like to go on a date with me?" James asked bouncing in the balls of his feet.

Regulus smiled for half a second, and James almost missed it but he had been looking directly at Regulus' lips. He was watching as they pursed and then his whole expression scowled sour.

"I could never date you!" Regulus spoke hurriedly, cutting James off and effectively shutting him down.

James was a bit surprised at how harsh Regulus' tone was, and without really thinking he asked, "why?"

James knew better than to ask questions he didn't want answers to.

"Because you're James Potter," Regulus scoffed. He had a strange look on his face, like he was trying to hide many emotions behind a cold mask. James didn't know what it meant, but Regulus' words were clear: he was just not enough.

"Okay, sorry," James said hanging his head. He didn't understand, because everyone told him Regulus liked him, even Regulus had told him in so many words. But now James was second guessing everything. He quickly turned and walked away sinking into his mind.

He'd been here before. With Lily. He thought she liked him, everyone thought she liked him. Everyone knew he liked her. But after several asks and grand gestures in true marauders fashion, Lily had told him quite certainly "no," again because he was him.

James knew he could love Regulus if he just gave him a chance, just let him show him how good of a boyfriend he could be. But he wasn't going to push like he did with Lily, he knows better now. He knows he won't be enough.

#did i know i had an asks box? no #do we like when it hurts?#I mean it's jegulus so yes #jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #marauders #fanfic #james x regulus #regulus black #james potter #marauders era #james fleamont potter #regulus arcturus black #marauders fandom

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sprite-writes · 3 years ago

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Its a Touchy Subject

Leonard “Bones” McCoy/Reader, James T. Kirk & Reader

No Warnings

Summary: Kirk is having some…personal issues and enlists his lieutenant to help. Unfortunately for her he never knows when to stop talking, and accidentally hits a… sensitive topic, one about a certain chief medical officer.

A/N: back with another installment in the cloudy day series :p (but it can be read on its own!). as usual, no us of y/n, nd I hope u enjoy this! no bones this chapter but dont worry lots of sunshine/bones to come!

Word Count: 1,409

“Sunshine! There you are, I've been looking everywhere,” The captain calls after his Lieutenant, who looks very much like he was the last person she wanted to see.

“Captain,” She says with bided patience. “I just got off shift, if this can wait, please, I'm begging it to.”

He winces at her exasperated tone, taking in her slouched posture and tired eyes. Kirk hesitates, feeling just as bad to be there as she was to see him.

“I wish it could, Sunny but-”

“Kirk please, Jameson is just as qualified as me and I know he just clocked in-”

“First of all, I'm appalled that you think you and first-year Jameson are on the same skill level, like, even by a mile, but that's irrelevant. This is a…personal matter.”

“A personal matter?” she says flatly.

He nods emphatically.

She narrows her eyes and takes a step back. Her eyes crawl up and down his figure like she’s assessing a predator.

“Kirk do you…do you have chlamydia again?”

His reaction tells her no.

“What?! What the—Jesus Christ Sunny, why don’t you say it a little louder, I don’t think engineering heard you!” Jim reaches around the girl, angrily punching in the override code to open her door (perks of being captain, and certainly misuse of power). One hand on his communicator and the other on her shoulder, he shoves her into her quarters.

“I was just asking! Stars Jim, what has gotten you so worked up that you’re shoving me into my room like we just got back from the bar and I’m your pick of the week!”

It looks like someone hit pause on a TV, the way they both freeze.

“…what did you even just say?”

“Do you want to hear it again or do you want me to pretend I didn’t say it.”

“The second one. Please.”

“Fine.”

The play button is pressed. Sunshine sits on her couch, arms crossed and thoroughly cranky now, and awaits Kirk’s next move.

“There’s been a development…” He begins, his hand nervously hovering over his communicator.

“A development?” Of chlamydia, she thinks to herself.

“A development of the…Lieutenant Marcus situation, now I know what you’re gonna say but hear me out–“

She does not, in fact, hear him out.

“Holy shit Jim, did you seriously come all the way here, and interrupt the nap I was about to take just to harass me—“

“Harass seems like a strong word—“

“Harass,” She emphasizes “about why Carol won’t sleep with you?”

Kirk raises his hands as if he’s innocent in all this.

“It is not about her sleeping with me,” He insists. Sunshine gives him a moment, and he knows by her face the next words out of his mouth need to be worth her while.

“She just, she won’t even talk to me,” He says defeated, and falls onto the couch beside her, looking all but miserable.

“After everything that happened I thought we were really clicking! Then all of a sudden, two weeks ago just, poof!” He gestures with his hands, emulating what Sunshine would guess is the spark they had vanishing.

“So she ghosted you?” She asks.

This, she is sympathetic toward. Though Kirk can be an ass, she knows all too well that being left in the dust sucks no matter what.

The captain sighs.

“Yeah, I guess.”

Suddenly she feels very bad for being so short with him…and for accusing him of being STD ridden.

Sunshine lays her hand on his shoulder and provides all she can: a reassuring smile.

“I’m sorry Jim, that’s really hard. But I’m sure Carol just needs some time to herself. She’s been through a lot this year, and she’s probably just now starting to process it. It doesn’t reflect on you as a person, you know. Maybe you’ll click again when you’re both ready.”

Kirk’s eyes lift hopefully from his lap.

“You think so?”

“I do.” She smiles brightly, and the edges of Kirk’s mouth tilt up as well. The captain is reminded fondly of why he went to Sunshine before anyone else. As sarcastic as she could be, Jim knew the kind heart she had. Lieutenant Sunshine was the total emulation of her name, a ray of sunshine.

A pleasant beat passes as Kirk is comforted by her words.

Sunshine promptly ruins this feeling.

“But in the meantime, maybe this will give you a chance to explore your bisexuality.”

Kirk’s smile morphs into a proper cocktail of what Sunshine assumes is probably a whole lot of confusion and a fair bit of offense. Poor Kirk and his internalized homophobia, She thinks.

His head snaps to her so fast she worries he might get whiplash.

“My fucking what?”

“Your bisexuality.” She repeats Like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“My bisexuality,” Kirk repeats like it’s the stupidest goddamn thing he’s ever heard.

Kirk could barely stand the know-it-all look on her face like he should have known this already. Like he hears this every day. She can’t possibly really believe that he’s…is he?

“You’re thinking about it now, aren’t you?” She says smugly.

“Wha—No! I am not!” He insists, jumping off the couch like the furniture burned him.

“Whatever you say Cap, but that weird thing you have going on with Spock is—“

Kirk is not by any means an idiot. He’s a decorated Starfleet captain after all, but in moments like these, there are few other ways to describe him.

“Luitenant, first of all, shut the fuck up that's an order, and I’m never coming to you for advice again, and are you seriously berating me when you have the weirdest ‘will they won’t they’ ever going on with Bones–”

Suddenly Sunshine is not in a joking mood anymore. Her glowing smile shuts off like a light switch and is replaced with a heart-dropping frown.

Jim stops in the middle of his sentence and winces. Suddenly the biggest regret he’s ever had is the last sentence out of his mouth.

She stands up, both hands on Kirk’s shoulders, and shoves him out of her room, the door hitting him as it opens, and he stumbles through it.

“Woah! Sun, I'm just joking!” Jim defends weakly. He crosses the threshold of his lieutenant's doorway, barely balancing after practically being thrown out. She stands in front of him, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed.

“That’s not funny Kirk. Don’t say stuff like that.” She says gruffly and…are there tears forming in her eyes?

Kirk, for the second time in this conversation, is stunned. In just a moment, over a few words she’s gone ridged, her face is flushed and holy shit did he make Sunshine cry?

The realization hits him like a bucket of ice water.

“Hey…,” He starts softly, like approaching a scared animal. He’s in uncharted territory now. He can already hear Nyota scolding him demanding how the hell he even managed to get her like this. He had really never seen her quite like this. Sad? Sure, even irritable, but this was different. This was an untapped feeling that Kirk was uncovering.

“Sunshine, I really was just messing-“

“Yeah well, It’s not funny, b-because that would never happen and-and that's not cool to say, and if other people hear you say that they’ll start rumors, and if McCoy heard that he would think I’m pining after him like some puppy and I’m not and we’re just friends, so don't ever make a joke like that again,” She says hotly, and by the end of her speech, she's out of breath.

“Okay,” Kirk says because he genuinely has no fucking idea how to respond to that.

“Ugh, whatever, Goodnight Captain.”

Without another word, the entrance to her quarters slides shut. He’s left staring at the glossy grey door of his operations manager’s quarters, feeling utterly perplexed.

On the other side of the door, Sunshine pulls her hair while dread pools in her stomach, and she hopes to god Kirk is the only one who knows- or thinks that she's just about hopelessly in love with her colleague. She falls onto her couch like a ton of rocks and stares at her ceiling and wishes the southern doctor wasn't so…unattainable to her.

As Kirk returns to the bridge, the gears in his head turn relentlessly.

He isn’t sure what to think about first, his apparent bisexuality, or what the hell all that was about.

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tealeafgrimm · 2 years ago

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A (Nearly) Perfect Date

James Potter x Reader Words: 971 Summary: To surprise you, James has planned a date. But on the actual day, everything goes differently than he had imagined.

He wanted it to be perfect. He had taken every precaution for that. He had thought carefully about what he wanted to do.

James Potter may not have been the most romantic person in the world, and he may not have been the best at planning a date, but he had made every effort. He loved you and he wanted you to know it.

A couple of days ago he had come and warned you.

"Don't make any plans for Sunday. I have a surprise for you," he had told you over dinner. And he had been in planning mode ever since. You thought it was sweet how much effort he was putting in. You would be perfectly fine if you just had a cosy movie night at home, but that was ABSOLUTELY not enough according to James. And so you since watched him go back and forth mumbling and jotting things down.

Although it might not have been the most creative thing to do, James had decided to organise a picnic for the two of you. He had searched all over town to find the perfect spot. Finally, he had discovered a small park on the outskirts of town. It was perfect. A blanket by the little pond, your favourite food, sunshine.

But unfortunately, his vision did not quite match reality. To be more precise, everything went the opposite way. When you got up on Sunday, everything still seemed to be perfect. While you were getting ready for your date, James was in the kitchen preparing the last things.

The only problem with the whole thing, though, was that James wasn't much of a cook, whether in the Muggle or Wizarding way. And so most of the food was burnt.

"That doesn't matter. We still have plenty James," you reassured your boyfriend, pointing to the packed picnic basket.

And so, with less food than James would have liked, you had made your way to your picnic spot.

"You'll like it. It's a very small park. I don't think many people know about it at all. We can be completely undisturbed," he told you on the way, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. You nudged him and just shook your head.

But this part of his plan also went down differently than James had imagined. As it turned out, some people knew about the park. Especially families with small children. The park was so crowded that you had trouble finding a free spot big enough for your blanket. Eventually you found yourselves sandwiched between five families with screaming children. You could see James' frustration, but you found the whole thing amusing.

You tried to make the best of the situation and focus on each other and your picnic. But that was easier said than done when kids kept wandering onto your blanket, followed by exasperated parents trying to catch them again.

"This isn't exactly how I imagined it," James grumbled, scowling at a little boy who had come up to you, stolen some strawberries without a word and was now strolling back to his parents.

"Oh, it's not so bad. I think it's nice here anyway," you replied and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

That seemed to appease James. After all, he had organised the whole thing for you. You had been in the park for barely an hour when the sky suddenly darkened within minutes.

"Oh no. Please don't," James groaned as he felt the first drops on his skin. Around you, most of the families had already packed up their blankets and were on the move.

But it didn't stop at a few drops. It started pouring down. As fast as you could, you threw your things into the basket, grabbed your blanket and started sprinting.

"Come on! Quick! I saw a bus stop on the way, we can shelter there," James shouted over his shoulder as he ran ahead. He had grabbed your hand and was pulling you along behind him. The rain made it difficult to see the way ahead. And so you missed a root.

With a short yelp, you tripped over the obstacle and fell lengthways. As James was still holding your hand, you dragged him to the ground with you.

You heard the splashing before you felt the wetness. You had come to rest in a puddle of all things.

"Are you all right? Did you hurt yourself?" asked James concerned when he had recovered from his own shock.

But instead of answering him, you could only laugh. You helped each other up.

"Wow, I didn't know we had an adventure picnic planned," you grinned at your boyfriend and tried to brush the dirt off your clothes.

Since you were now soaked from top to bottom anyway, you had given up trying to get into the dry as quickly as possible.

"I'm really sorry. This is not how I had imagined the whole thing. I wanted it to be perfect and instead it went...well not so perfectly," James muttered as you reached your flat.

"What? It was one of the best dates we've ever had! I thought it was perfect, even though it might not have been exactly how you imagined it. The main thing is that we spent time together."

"You don't have to pretend you had fun. I appreciate your effort, but..."

"I would never lie," you said in shock. You took his face in your hands and forced him to look at you.

"I mean what I said. I had a great time. And you know what? Now that we're soaked and cold, we can have a bath together, but if you'd rather sulk..."

With that, you left him standing in the hallway. James just looked after you, puzzled, before shaking his head, realising what you had said and sprinting after you.

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avenirdelight · 2 years ago

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Weird Life

Son Heungmin

Sonny is dating a famous singer. After his national team got knocked out from the world cup, she posts pictures on Instagram that hints they’re dating. [Requested]

She couldn’t hit the right note. The emotion also wasn’t quite there. She had been trying to record the same bridge over and over again. The bridge was her most favourite part of a song, the most special for her personally. So if her vocals hadn’t reached the perfection that she wanted for it, she wouldn’t move on to the next parts.

“James, my love, I don’t think I can do this now,” she said, letting out a long and heavy sigh. She rubbed her eyes before looking at James, her vocal director, through the glass screen. Poppy, her personal assistant, Cindy, her producer, and Max, her recording engineer were all staring at her. Their eyes showed that they were all getting worried and nervous.

“Sweetheart, we really have to finish this song today,” James said. “Listen, if there’s anything I can do to make it easier for you, I’d gladly do it. If there’s anything I can get you—”

“Just get me my boyfriend,” she cried. “Do we know where he is? Pop, has he landed? Do we have any updates?”

“Not yet, honey. Hey, do you know what? I think we should take a little break.”

Five minutes later, she and Poppy were on the rooftop. She stood near the railings, looking down the busy street, resting both hands on her waist as she took deep breaths, trying to keep herself calm.

“I’ve made a terrible decision, haven’t I?” She asked. “What are they saying, Pop? The fans?”

“You’ve turned off your phone because you don’t want to see anything but now you’re asking me?”

She glanced at Poppy with a little pout. “I can’t get it out of my head. Yeah, I know, I should’ve known better.”

Poppy sighed and scrolled on her phone. Her eyes scanned the tweets from the topic that had been trending for the past two hours. “Son Heung Min Dating” was the keyword.

“‘So the rumours were all true??’, ‘I knew it! The matching bracelet wasn’t a coincidence!’, ‘Remember when she was suddenly in London back in February? She must’ve been visiting Sonny’.” Poppy read a few of the comments. She was reading it casually but she suddenly let out a little gasp. “Look what they’ve figured out! Sonny’s flight! They know he’s coming to Los Angeles.”

“Right. And why would Son Heungmin suddenly fly to Los Angeles? Oh! Guess who else is in Los Angeles? Me!” She said animatedly, flailing her hands around, a sign that she was very stressed out. “They’ve figured that out too, haven’t they?”

“Yeah… Someone spotted you at the airport two days ago, there’s pictures. And they’ve connected the dots.”

She sighed. “God, I’m so stupid,” she said, rubbing her her fingers on her temples. “It was supposed to be just a hint, not a total reveal. Or maybe we shouldn’t have done this at all.”

She had posted some photos on Instagram from her trip to South Korea back in July. Sonny was in almost every picture. His blurry back, a little part of his shoulder, a bit of his arm, but not his face. She’d posted it this morning, just five days after Korea’s campaign in the world cup ended. The caption was a simple “Throwback” with a South Korean flag.

Without a doubt, the post blew up because both Sonny’s and her fans were coming up with their own theories about them dating, that they had been developing for a whole year. It was actually the plan, to slowly reveal their relationship to the public, but it turned out that no matter how much she’d prepared herself for it, it didn’t make it any easier.

“We have planned everything out. Come on, it’s okay, we can handle this. It’s under control,” Poppy tried to reassure her.

She let out another long, exasperated sigh. “Just please get me my boyfriend, Poppy…”

—

When Sonny arrived almost three hours later, she couldn’t even react. She was slumped on the couch in the studio, covering herself with a warm blanket. She had been just sitting and listening to the song blazing in the room, with vocals that she’d recorded so far that sounded absolutely awful to her. It felt like all her energy was drained out from the stress. But Sonny came in with a smile on his face. He said ‘hi’, reached for her hand, and gently helped her to get up so he could give her the biggest warm hug.

“Have you been seeing everything?” She didn’t even return his greeting or ask about how he was doing. Her mind had gotten too clouded.

“Kevin told me some stuff,” Sonny answered as he soothingly caressed her back. “Everything is fine. We are prepared, our teams are prepared. There’s nothing to worry about.” Poppy and Kevin, Sonny’s assistant, had had a call earlier. Poppy had probably told Kevin about her messy state, the reason why Sonny went straight to the point.

“James, can you please turn the music down? Thanks,” she said to James before getting back to Sonny. “So– We’re still going with the plan? We’re still gonna make the official announcement?”

“Yes, we’re going with the plan,” Sonny said, loosening his arms and letting her go so he could take a look at her face. The stress and worry were still all over her face.

She slightly shook her head as her panicked eyes wandered everywhere. “People are gonna say that this is all just PR. They’ll say I need a boost for my new song and you— I don’t know, maybe they’ll say that you’re riding the world cup wave or something, seeking for more popularity, and—”

“Hey, look at me.” Sonny cut her off, holding her face with his hand, trying to get her to look at him and luckily, he succeeded. “People can say whatever they want. They can say it’s PR, but they will be proven wrong when we get married next year.”

She fell silent as she bit her lower lip. Memories flashed in her mind from those talks they had had. It had started with just her and Sonny, then their families joined in, then Poppy and Kevin joined in, then her label and Sonny’s agent joined in. Both her and Sonny were popular figures in their own world, so it took a lot just to make an announcement about them dating.

“Listen. If you’re not ready—”

“No, no, I am.” She cut him off, shrugging. “I’m sorry, it’s just… I feel like we’ve chosen the wrong timing. Maybe we should’ve waited for another week.”

“It’s okay. We get this done before Premier League starts, before you start filming, then we can carry on. I promise we’ll be fine. Okay?”

She nodded and tip-toed on her feet to steal a kiss. Sonny wrapped his arms around her tight as he kissed her back.

“How are you feeling? I’m sorry the journey ended here for you guys,” she said.

“We did our best. I feel better now that I’m with you,” Sonny answered with his infectious smile plastered on his face.

“I’m so proud of you.” She gave him a smile, running a hand through his hair.

“Thank you. Now how about we finish the song, yeah?”

—

She finished the song with ease. Partly because she was more collected and less worried, but mostly because her muse was there, watching and supporting her. Less than an hour and she was out of the booth; she finished all the parts, along with the ad-libs and all the layers.

The proud look on Sonny’s face didn’t go unnoticed. He pulled her into a hug and patted her head, saying, “That was amazing. You did really well.”

“Thank you. Do you like the song?”

“I think it might be my new favourite.”

“You heard it, guys. The muse approved!” She grinned at Sonny, before turning around and shifting her gaze back and forth between James and Cindy. “All good, yeah? Can we wrap this up? Can I have my two days-off now?”

Everyone agreed that they could wrap up the recording session and she wasted no time on leaving the studio. She hopped on the backseat of the car with Sonny, and Nolan, her driver, drove them to the hotel that they would stay in for the next two days.

Their hands were linked. She rested her head on his shoulder as he looked out the window, watching life happening on Los Angeles’ streets. She, once in a while, looked up to get a glimpse of his face.

She knew that Sonny was jet-lagged and tired. He had flown to two different countries in the past few days. Make it three when he flies back to London in three days. Between his packed schedule, he still made an effort to see her since she wouldn’t go home for another two weeks; a couple of weeks ago it was her who had flown to Qatar to see him. It wasn’t always like this, they weren’t always insanely busy and were in different time-zones. But sometimes it did take a lot to make their relationship work, so every time they had a chance, they would always try to make the best out of it.

“What a weird life that we have…” She mumbled. It was enough to get Sonny’s attention.

“I think it’s a blessing,” he commented. “I mean, I wouldn’t even have met you if I wasn’t an international footballer.”

She giggled, sitting up so she could take a good look at his face. “Yeah. Wouldn’t have met you if I was back home helping my mum run her tea shop… You’re right. We’re living our dreams.”

Sonny stared at her in silence with a fond gaze. They’d been dating for four years, but Sonny still could make her heart skip a beat with no effort. Without saying any words, he leaned in to capture her lips, sending the butterflies in her stomach flying, also with absolutely no effort.

“Hey,” he said when he found her eyes again.

“Hmm?”

“From the very beginning, we know nothing is gonna be easy. But we’ve made it this far. We’re a good team, you know? We just always need to be a good team. And I’ll always try to be a good teammate for you.”

Her lips perked into a small smile. “I know.” She nodded and Sonny smiled back. She rested her head back on his shoulder as she felt Sonny’s thumb caressing her hand.

It was indeed a weird life that they were living. Dating in public? Casually announcing their relationship to friends and family? It didn’t work like that for them. Privacy was a luxurious thing but they couldn’t even complain because they were incredibly privileged to even have this weird life.

But she was grateful that she had Sonny. Someone who understood, someone who was willing to do more, someone that she could hold on to when life got a little bit too insane. Life could take the craziest turns but she knew that in the end everything was gonna be fine, because she had her teammate. And he would always be there, holding her hand and walking beside her, to the future that they dream together.

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sometimes i feel like i put in too much details and that’s why sometimes it takes forever for me to finish a fic, but people tell me that it’s what they love about my fics. i think it’s not the first time i mention this but yeah, i’m in a dilemma.

i enjoyed writing this one🥺 this might be my new favourite! thank you for everyone who had been reading and requesting sonny fics during this world cup! the demand was high!😆 hope you enjoyed it<3

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specialbrewbutterbeer · 3 years ago

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heey, love what u write! Can u write something using y/n X regulus X sirius?? Like the pregnant y/n during the school year and hiding from everyone but the baby's father (regulus). She hides the relationship and the baby from everyone, including her bfs (sirius and the others) and then something happens and everyone finds out about the pregnancy (regulus being a protective father and boyfriend pls!!) and in the end she reunites with her friends to tell them everything.

(sorry if it's confusing, english isn't my first language)

Too Late Now (Regulus Black X Reader X Platonic! Sirius Black)

WC: 3302

TW: Swearing, pregnancy

A/N: I hope you enjoy this- I think I went a bit off of what you wanted but I tried my best and I think it's still alright! Thanks for the request! I really enjoyed writing it and don't worry, your english was great!

Requests and replies are very welcome!

REQUESTS (OPEN)

MASTERLIST

"Fuck- What? Really?" Reggie asked, not meaning to sound so negative about it as the bridge of his nose and cheeks became a dusty red.

"Yeah!" She blurted out, pacing back and forth. "I agree! Fuck!" (Y/n) breathed deeply as Reg sank into his seat on the edge of the bed in his empty dorm room.

Everyone else was at dinner in the great hall and she had just broken the news to her boyfriend, Regulus, that he'd knocked her up.

"What are we gonna do?" He asked, his eyes wide and panic totally setting in.

"I don't know" (Y/n) spoke, exasperated, the palm of her hand on her forehead and the other hand resting on her hip, finally stopping her pacing.

"What are you gonna do? Keep it?" Reg asked, not really in the right mind to be sensitive as he spoke to the love of his life.

"Yeah? I think so?" She said, though her voice didn't really have anything certian in it's tone. "Is that gonna be a problem for you?" He cocked an eyebrow and pointed an accusing finger to which Regulus put up his hands and shook his head quickly.

"No! No- Of course not."

The real panic here, was not really about the baby. I mean, it was, but it equally wasn't.

The idea of having a baby was quite nice, they'd been together for nearly three years (which seemed mental, being together since they were fourteen), they did have a notion that they'd probably be married at some point, or together long term. Children weren't outside of their sphere of vision- just they hadn't planned for so soon maybe. It was quite exciting, really.

No- the real problem was that no-one even knew they were together.

(Y/n) and Reg were in the same year in school, people knew they knew eachother, but they'd gone to great lengths to hide the fact that they were an item- because (y/n) had been best friends with Regulus' brother since she arrived at the school.

Sirius, and James, Remus, Peter and now Lily- who was a new addition to the group though James had been pining and flirting with her for years, were all in their final year of school, and the year group above hers and Reggie's. So maybe the friendship was a little unconventional when a group of four second year boys seemed to adopt a little first year girl into their ranks, but it had all happened as a bit of an accident really-

See, as a first year it's very easy to get lost- and (Y/n) often did. There were a million corridors and stairways to get through to get anywhere, and they all moved everytime so you couldn't really pick a route and stick to it day after day. It was one of these occasions, where (Y/n) was trying to reach her charms lesson, when she stumbled upon the four boys as she walked into an old store cupboard by accident.

They were stashing some supplies for some kind of prank, and immediately swore her to secrecy.

After that, she just sort of tagged along with them.

She idolised them, she thought they were so cool (even if the rest of school just saw them as either meddlesome or lovable losers) and they all quickly became close.

James immediately was the one who adopted her into their shenanigans- becoming a big brother figure of sorts. He convinced the other three to let him do that by promising he'd take responsibility for her.

That quickly lapsed into Sirius doing the same, as much as it contradicted his bad boy image that he was trying to project.

James and Sirius were quite reckless, though they thought themselves protective- But Remus was the voice of reason and was the one who would join her in rolling her eyes when the other two said or did something stupid. And Peter was shy, a little cautious, but kind and surprisingly witty.

They had been absolute rocks to her for all this time, she adored them, they were still the people she looked up to and who looked after her and who she told everything to- everything except this.

She never really met Reg- he was just in her class. They just sort of knew eachother- and occasionally spoke. Sometimes they'd study together in a group of other students, and then just the two of them as they became friends- though she was sensitive to Sirius' family issues and never really mentioned it to them- and then at the blossoming age of fourteen, the dynamic shifted. They started getting all flustered around eachother, all red faced and shy. It didn't take long before they found themselves snogging in the library rather than reading.

By then- it all felt a bit too late and too awkward to break the news to the boys, who liked to joke that they'd never let a boy anywhere near her, that she'd not just got a boyfriend, but that it was Reggie.

So that was the tricky part.

It had been nagging at them both for a while that it was all still such a secret, but, Merlin, how was this gonna go down?

"We cannot tell anyone Reg-" She looked up at him.

"Merlin- No." He agreed, still wide eyed.

(Y/n) started pacing again.

"I mean- we were gonna have to tell them eventually-" She mused, shaking her head. "I don't know why we didn't sooner- it's just made our lives so difficult! Like- if we're gonna stay together long term..." She tilted her head as she thought out loud. "But it's too late now." She whipped her head back to Reg.

"Right." He nodded.

"Fuck!" She shouted and smacked her palm to her forehead. "We're actually gonna have to keep it secret?"

"I guess-" Reg nodded and stood, approaching her.

"How the actual fuck-" (Y/n) shook her head.

"I don't know, but we'll manage-" He put his arms around her and rested his chin on her head. "We've only gotta keep it secret till summer- then we can properly figure everything out."

"Yeah." She sighed and pouted. "Then- we'll have a kid."

"Yeah." Reg nodded. "It'll be nice, right?"

"It fucking well better be- I'm not doing all this sneaking around shit if it's not gonna be at least sometimes nice." She sulked with the beginnings of a smile creeping onto her lips, and Reg rolled his eyes with a breathy laugh.

And so that's how it went- for a while.

Thankfully the school was so wrapped up in exams that there were no parties or late night things to sneak out to that involved alcohol that she would have to refuse- and she was still very early on, so there wasn't anything to start to show yet.

Unfortunately, she suffered badly from nausea, even after most women did- and it was starting to create issues.

Reg kept a very careful eye on her, but he couldn't do anything when he watched her quickly leave the dining table looking peaky, heard her making excuses to do it that would look too weird. He felt awful about it, but there was absolutely no way they wanted anyone to know.

It was this that eventually ruined their plans.

It was the smell of ham and fried eggs that got to her most, so breakfasts were- difficult.

She was caught out one morning when there was a plate of ham nearby her on the table and, glancing at it over and over, willing it to go away, which of course it didn't, just took all the colour from her cheeks and gave her the shivers.

"Are you alright?" James asked across the table as he shoveled his cereal into his mouth. She just nodded, genuinely unsure she could speak.

"Sure?" Sirius chimed in, sat beside her.

"Yeah-" She squeaked out, trying to sit still but failing as she had to attempt to look calm as she got up.

"Okay?" Sirius nodded and watched her.

"I'll- I'll be back in a second-" She spoke as she turned and walked toward the door, before she felt a pang of nausea and her mouth start to water and broke out into a sprint.

She spent about ten minutes away from the table, and only came back when she was sure there was a little pink back in her cheeks again.

When she sat back down she didn't eat anything and just pretended she felt fine, an uncertain smile on her face.

"You really don't look well (Y/n)" Sirius spoke.

"That's a rude thing to say." Remus laughed at him.

"It's true!" Sirius said before turning back to her.

"I'm fine Sirius" She gave a laugh and rolled her eyes. Even she was not convinced by her tone.

"Fine, if you say so." Sirius didn't want to push it.

She got through the rest of the meal without any more incident, but Sirius particularly kept giving her suspicious glances.

"Did you eat something weird?" Sirius asked, hanging back with (Y/n) as they group walked back to the dorms.

She was quickly getting sick of his questions, but she knew if she were too defensive, he'd just keep going.

"I don't know- maybe?" She shrugged and just kept walking, watching as the others wandered off ahead a bit.

"Cos, you've been like this a couple days- maybe you should go see Madam Pomfrey. She'll make you drink that horrible sea kelp stuff she makes but you'll feel better?" He suggested, slinging an arm around her as they stepped through into the dorm.

"No- that stuff is awful, I don't care how shit I feel, I'm never taking that again!" She tried to be light hearted.

"Eh- Fair enough I guess; if you actually ate something at breakfast it might help-" He pondered.

"I wasn't hungry-" She spoke a little gruffly.

"Well- I'm just saying, you're not doing yourself any favours-" Sirius told her very matter of fact as they walked into the boys' dorm room.

"Oh for fuck's sake- fine, Sirius." She burst out, rolling her eyes and grumpily and pulling away from him a bit.

It got a glance from Remus who was already laid out on his bed with a book. James was packing an old dufflebag with his quiddich gear to go to a practice match (bunking off of a study session with Professor McGonagall to go to it) and Peter was just wandering about- muttering about trying to find a quill. But no-one thought anything of it and didn't nose in.

Sirius looked at (y/n) a little surprised- she wasn't usually so tetchy, especially not with him. He almost looked a little hurt, which made (Y/n) absolutely unable to look him in the eye as she went red and realised she'd just dug herself a hole she wasn't going to get out of. He wasn't going to let this go now.

Fuck- she was gonna have to say something. She couldn't think quick enough and just decided to give it up.

Her lip began to wobble and her eyes water.

"I'm pregnant." She spoke, feeling utterly ashamed and more sick than she had anyway. She hadn't really been nervous telling Reg, but telling Sirius- that was absolutely terrifying.

Sirius just stared at her silently. Remus had sat up like lightning, all wide-eyed, whilst James turned and walked over. Peter also looked over.

"What did you just say?" James asked calmly and softly, putting his hand on her arm comfortingly.

She tried to say it again, but couldn't get the words out.

"She's pregnant-" Sirius spoke for her, in a strange deadpan tone that was scarily unlike him.

He felt ill. As long as he could remember, he'd been a big brother, and that's what he considered himself to be to her- especially when he couldn't be one to his own brother.

He felt like he'd failed in some way, he'd let something awful happen to her and he didn't know what to feel.

"I didn't want to tell you-" She began absolutely crying her eyes out, and James wrapped her up in his arms, rubbing circles on her back comfortingly.

Sirius couldn't think for a moment, not before one thought came through as clear as day to him.

"Who was it?" He asked, again quite coldly. "What the fuck happened?" His mind went to the worst.

(Y/n) caught her breath just about, and James pulled away for a moment, looking down at her with a sympathetic look that nearly had her in tears again just as she'd managed to reign it in.

"It's alright lovey-" He spoke gently, using the little nickname he had for her.

She shook her head.

"You're not gonna like it-" She mumbled and hid her face in her hands. "I don't want to tell you."

By now, Remus was stood with Sirius and Peter was on the peripheral.

"We just want to know it wasn't something dodgy- that you're safe-" Remus told her.

"It's nothing like that- It's just..." Her voice faded away. She took a gulping deep breath before she could speak again. She looked up at Sirius and forced herself to make eye contact with him- though he looked angry. She sort of knew it wasn't at her but she couldn't help but feel embarrassed and ashamed. "It's Regulus."

As she said it, she clung to James, shaking.

It was safe to say they were all surprised.

James hid it, just wanting to calm her down, but Sirius just started shouting. It wasn't at her, it was just the shock and anger. Remus tried to calm him down, but it didn't work.

She was sobbing so hard now that she didn't take in what he was saying, as James was telling Sirius to shut up.

She only noticed the door slam behind him as he stormed off. She knew, having known Sirius for so long what he was going to do.

She pulled away from James and ran after him.

"Sirius! Please don't!" She called to him, catching him up in the hall and grabbing onto his sleeve.

"No- that little fucking prick, laying his hands on you-" He kept walking on.

"It isn't like that!" She pleaded with him.

"I thought you'd know better, to stay away from him." He continued to mutter on, caught up in his anger.

"Sirius!" She begged.

"He's no good, and he's a deviant bastard for doing this to you-" Sirius ground his teeth.

"No he isn't! Sirius don't you touch him!" She once again grabbed at him.

"(Y/n)!" He shook her off and stopped in the hall and turned to her, seeing her tearstained face and bloodshot eyes. He couldn't think of anything to say, he just saw red.

"It's not like that!" She begged once again.

"Yeah right-" He spun on his heels and kept walking. "What did he tell you? Some absolute horse shit I bet-"

"If you lay a finger on him I'll never speak to you again Sirius!" She yelled as they turned a corner and found Reg sat alone in the cloisters, with a notebook in hand.

Sirius stormed toward him as he looked up and stood, quickly picking up on the situation. (Y/n) tried to grab onto Sirius' arm, screaming for him to stop and with tears streaming down her face.

Regulus focus was immediately on her, despite his brother.

"You evil little fuck!" Sirius growled and grabbed his little brother by the collar, holding him against the wall. "You do know what you've done to her?!" He spat, slamming him hard against the stone.

"Yes!" Regulus struggled to answer, trying to push his brother away. (Y/n) could only watch.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Sirius yelled.

"Nothing! Get off!" He gave Sirius a hard shove which made him let go.

"This is why I didn't want to tell you! I knew you'd go mental!" (y/n) shouted at Sirius and wrapped her arms protectively around Regulus, holding on tightly as instinctively he did the same to her.

"What the fuck is this?!" Sirius looked on in disbelief.

"I know you don't like me Sirius, and you won't actually believe it- but I love her-" He spoke as calmly as he could. "This was- an accident- but it's not some disaster! It didn't come about from something stupid or anything criminal- I promise!" He tried to calm his brother, knowing fighting with him would do no good.

"I'm sorry we didn't tell you- I just- I thought you'd try and stop it."

"Yeah! Too right!" He stood in disbelief. "What the fuck?" He was stunned.

"Sirius?" (Y/n) asked as he sank down the ledge they had found Reg sat on.

She pulled away from Reg, who stayed back.

"Sirius- I am sorry. But I really do love him..." She spoke nervously.

"Forgive me if I think that's ridiculous-" Sirius frowned, still upset and not really thinking about what he was saying.

"Sirius- shut up." Reg told him, stepping forward. "I know you're angry but don't be so fucking hard headed. All this shit is no good for her, and the-" He struggled to say it for the first time. "And the baby." He kicked him lightly in the shin.

"I'm surprised you give a shit. And I'm not being hard headed! But this is so wrong!" He scoffed. "I mean- what are you gonna do when you pop out this sprog? Where are you gonna go? You reckon Mum's gonna take you in?" He asked, scowling.

"We don't know yet-" (Y/n) admitted.

"Oh great- Look Reg, you've fucking doomed the both of you." Now he was just sulking.

"Don't be a prick Sirius." Reg rolled his eyes.

"I'm not trying to be- I'm trying to be realistic." He grumbled.

"Well you're not being very helpful, are you?" Reg made a face at him and crossed his arms.

(Y/n) suddenly laughed, and the brothers looked over at her, confused.

"What's up with you?" Sirius asked, scrunching up his nose, disapprovingly.

"No- it's just- I've never seen you two like this." She sniffed, and wiped her eyes.

"Like what?" Reg did something similar to Sirius.

"Like brothers!" She laughed again.

Both boys scoffed.

"Anyway-" She sat down next to Sirius and put her head on his shoulder. "I'm afraid you can't do anything about the fact that I'm totally in love with your brother- it's a bit late now."

"You can say that again." He sighed, looking up at his baby brother with a glare.

"Sirius, I promise you I'm not just gonna walk away from her, or our kid. Not ever." He told his brother. "I mean you know her well enough, she's wonderful- beautiful- I love her. I love our kid- your niece or nephew by the way!" He spoke with a broad smile on his face. "I hate to tell you that we've been together for three years but we have-"

"Three years?!" Sirius went all wide-eyed again.

Reg laughed and nodded.

"Yeah- sorry..."

"How the fuck did you keep that hidden?!" He couldn't comprehend it.

"With great difficulty!" (Y/n) spoke, her arm tightly around Sirius.

"Merlin... Alright." He nodded.

"What I was trying to say was; we're staying together for the long haul, and we're not exactly rushing into anything here."

"Yeah... I believe you." Sirius nodded begrudgingly. He looked over at (y/n) and she saw a mischievous look in his eye.

"Still not happy you've had your hands on my little girl. Even if I do get a niece or nephew out of it." He spoke, a grin forming on his face as he gave (y/n) a little squeeze.

Reg just rolled his eyes and gave his brother a clip round the ear.

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holylulusworld · 3 years ago

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Family-in-law (5)

Title: Family-in-law (5)

Summary: Why does Winnifred Barnes hate you? What does your mother have to do with it? And will you and Bucky get your happy end?

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Characters: Winnifred Barnes, George Barnes, Andy Barber, Mike Weiss, Ari Levinson, Jake Jensen

Warnings: angst, language, awful mother-in-law, pregnant reader, awful behavior, mentions of cheating, manipulation, fluff, romance, mentions of character’s death, mentions of attempted rape (not the reader)

Rating: Mature

Words: 2,7 k

<< Part 4

Monster-in-law masterlist

“James Buchanan Barnes, stop tickling your pregnant fiancé,” Bucky doesn’t give in. He runs his fingertips up and down your sides, snickering as you fight his fingers. You push against his naked chest while fighting to not slip in the showers. “Buck, that’s dangerous.”

“Aw, look at you,” his eyes drop to your swollen belly. “You are showing, doll. Soon everyone will know you are having my baby.” He stops tickling you to bring you into his arms. His hands soothingly run up and down your back and his lips press against your temple. “You’re so beautiful inside and outside.”

“You’re a cheesy man, Mr. Barnes,” he laughs at your words. “But I kinda like you. Maybe you can stick around.”

“I kind of like you too, Y/N. I hope you’ll stick around for a while,” Bucky lovingly looks at you as you place your hands on his chest. “For the rest of my life, to be precise. You and I, till the end of the line.”

“I hope so too,” you stand on tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him softly. “How about we lead this somewhere more…private…”

“Holy fuck! The dry spell is broken!” giggling you try to escape Bucky’s hands and lips. He grasps you, ready to devour you right here, in the showers. “I’m gonna devour you, sexy lady…”

“Mr. Levinson, stop beating around the bush. I’m a grown woman, and you don’t have to shelter me. You said that you know the reason for Winnifred Barnes’ behavior, so tell me what we can do to make her stop,” your mother says in an exasperated tone. She’s just done with Winnifred Barnes and the games she plays.

“Did you know Winnifred Barnes and you went to school together?” Ari looks up from the manila folder in his hands. “It was a hard piece of work to connect the dots. You moved miles away, she did too. What a coincidence your children found each other.”

“We went to school together?” your mother furrows her brows. “I was a little shy back then, just like my daughter. I stayed mostly to myself and had only a few friends. I don’t remember a girl named Winnifred.” She truthfully says. “Honestly, I don’t think anyone remembers my name.”

“She does,” the private investigator place an old police report and picture of a car wreck onto his desk. “Maybe back then people called her Freddie or Winnie,” Ari explains. “Do you remember her now?”

“Freddie,” shaking her head your mother frowns deeply. “That name doesn’t ring a bell. I don’t remember much from my time at school. I wanted to stay invisible most of the time until I met my husband.”

“Mrs. Y/L/N, did you get into an accident on the night of your prom,” something flashes up in your mother’s eyes. “I need you to tell me the truth now.”

“I-“ she shakes her head, sniffling. Suddenly memories she forgot about long ago hit her out of nowhere. “I went to prom with a boy I thought likes me. His name was Michael, and every girl was jealous to see me attend the prom with him. It’s just…he…”

“It’s okay. Everything you tell me will stay within these walls, Mrs. Y/L/N,” Ari softly says. He can see your mother struggles with her feelings and doesn’t want to be too pushy. “If you want to help your daughter, tell me what happened that night.”

“Michael tried to get into my pants,” she hastily says. “Or rather, he tried to force himself on me. But…” exhaling sharply she looks at Ari.

“But?” he asks.

“There was this nice guy,” she says. “His name was Jimmy…I mean everyone called him Jimmy, but his name was actually James.” Now her head snaps toward the pictures. She gasps, as her heart starts racing. “He almost ripped the door to Michael’s car open and dragged him off me.”

“He saved you that night?” your mother nods. She gives Ari a soft smile, as she remembers her savior. “What else happened?”

“He beat the shit out of Michael, that’s what happened,” Ari chuckles as your mother tells him how James punched and kicked Michael until he was a sobbing mess. “After Michael peed his pants, Jimmy helped me out of the car and offered me a ride. He wanted me to go to the police and tell them what happened but, they would’ve only arrested Jimmy for hitting that bastard.”

“So, you drove away with Jimmy?”

“Yes,” her eyes fill with tears now. Your mother takes a deep breath as he hands clutch her knees. “I haven’t thought about that night in ages, Mr. Levinson. It’s a shame I didn’t remember Jimmy at first. He saved me and all I did was forget about him.”

“Mrs. Y/L/N, you were barely sixteen. I can tell, no one thinks about their teens a lot. I don’t,” Ari gives your mother a soft smile. “Please continue.”

“We barely made it a few miles until a thunderstorm approached. Jimmy drove a little too fast. He wanted to go to the cops. I tried to not think about the statement they would want from me, and then…there was this car,” she cries now. “Jimmy tried to change course, but it was too late. The other car rammed us and…”

Your mother’s voice cracks, and she can’t continue her story. “He was flung from the car and died immediately,” Ari recites the police report.

“Unfortunately, yes,” your mother wipes her eyes. “The other driver was drunk and got killed too. I needed months to recover and, when it was time for me to return to school, my parents decided we will leave town.”

“Why?”

“People believed Jimmy and I got drunk and left the prom to make out,” she bemoans. “I should’ve said something, but it wasn’t my place to tell people the truth. I told his parents what happened and thanked them for raising a good young man. They are the only ones knowing the truth beside my parents.”

“I see,” looking at Ari your mother frowns deeply. “Take your time.”

“I just still don’t understand what my past has to do with Winnifred Barnes’ hatred toward my daughter. That was a lifetime ago,” she says. “Can you now tell me what you found out?”

“Jimmy or James was Winnifred C. Barnes' first love,” now your mother’s face falls. She slumps back in her chair, shaking her head. “She named her firstborn after him.”

“Bucky…of course,” she exclaims loudly. “James Buchanan Barnes. Y/N told me that his mother sometimes calls him Jamie or Jimmy. Bucky hates it, though. I just don’t get it. It was an accident…”

“I know that. The cops know that. Even his parents know that Y/M/N,” Ari gets up from his chair. He walks toward your mother to hand her another manila folder. “A friend of mine dug a little deeper. The moment Y/N stepped into Bucky’s life; his mother did a background check. She always does that with the new girl in her son’s life. The only difference is, this time she found out that—”

“I was the one in Jimmy’s car,” shaking her head your mother looks at the folder in her hands. “What else did she do?”

“Winnifred knows every little bit about your daughter’s life. She didn’t aim for you but Y/N,” Ari sits on his desk. “She wanted to hit you where it hurts the most. Of course, she tried to make your daughter’s life living hell.”

“I will kill that fucking bitch,” your father finally speaks up. He balls his hands into fists and spits the words out. “What is wrong with that woman? The boy died so many years ago. It wasn’t my wife’s fault. It was an accident. The other driver was drunk and rammed the car.”

“He was the one that got away,” your mother says, looking at the folder in her hands. “She never got over Jimmy, honey. I don’t say that I would’ve done the same, but I understand her. You were my first love, and I would kill anyone hurting you.”

“Darling, she wanted to ruin our daughter’s life,” exhaling deeply your father looks at the folder in your mother’s hands. “What now, Mr. Levinson. Shall we let that woman get away with all she has done to Y/N?”

“We should find a way to make her stop,” looking at Ari your mother swallows thickly. “I will talk to that woman and tell her what happened that night. She can ask Jimmy’s parents and his brother for confirmation.”

“What if she doesn’t want to listen to you, darling?”

“Well, in that case,” your mother chuckles darkly, “I will bury that bitch. She will never get back up after I send her flying to the ground…”

“Bucky, what is it?” you giggle as Bucky wrapped his tie around your head to make sure you cannot see his surprise. “Baby, I want to know what you are hiding from me.”

“It’s a surprise, be patient,” he opens the door for you, smirking as you impatiently stand in front of the room, shifting from one foot to the other. “You’ll love it.” He pecks your neck before guiding you inside the room. “Voilà.”

He takes off the tie to let you have a look around the nursery he and Steve renovated in secret.

You slowly step inside the room, smiling softly as Bucky already painted the walls in unisex colors. Your old cradle stands in the middle of the room, and Bucky’s old teddy bear, the one he got from his father last week, sits in the cradle.

“Bucky,” you pounce on Bucky, kissing him all over. “That’s so beautiful. And you got my cradle, and there is your old bear, the one on the pictures.”

“You admired the old bear one the pictures last week. I called my dad and asked me to get my old toys and stuff,” Bucky runs his hand over your hair when you wrap your arms around his waistline. “He got all my toys and trinkets for me.”

“This is so thoughtful of you, baby. I want our children to have something from our past. Now they got your bear, Buck,” you whisper against him. “I couldn’t be happier. I love you.”

“Love you too, doll,” he smiles wildly. Bucky is not a man of many words but he loves to tell you about his feelings. “So much. You and the little bean in your belly.”

“Winnifred C. Barnes,” your mother waltzes into the office, holding her head high. “What a strong name for such a weak woman. I always believed women like you know how to not draw too much attention toward their foul play.”

“What do you want here?” Winnifred blanches as your mother, Ari, and your father steps inside the small office. “I didn’t allow you to enter my house.”

“I did,” George follows the others inside the room. He crosses his arms over his chest, huffing as Winnifred glares at her husband. “That is enough. You ruined your relationship with our son. I can only meet up with my son in secret. I want you to listen to what Mrs. Y/L/N has to say.”

“No! She’s a homewrecker and a murderer. She is the reason for Jamie’s death,” Winnifred gasps as all eyes are on her. “I—I mean Jimmy.”

“Jimmy and I never were a thing,” slamming the police report and a letter from Jimmy’s parents onto the desk your mother glares at Winnifred. “He saved me that night. My date tried to force himself on me and Jimmy saved me.”

“Liar. You are a worthless piece of shit, just like your daughter,” your father steps toward the desk, ready to rip Winnifred apart.

“He offered me a ride to the police station,” your mother continues, as she opens the folder Ari hands her. “I don’t care if you believe me or not, but Jimmy was a hero to me. He saved me and died as a drunk driver rammed his car. It was raining and he lost control. Read the police report, call his parents and brother. They all will tell you the same thing.”

“I don’t care,” Winnifred violently shakes her head. She doesn’t want to believe your mother’s words. If she does, everything she did would have been horrible. “No…no! You are the reason that I lost my Jimmy!”

“Winnifred, that is enough,” George steps in. “I checked on the information. Jimmy’s parents confirmed that Y/M/N told them about the accident. Winnie, she never was with your boyfriend. Jimmy’s death was tragic, but an accident. Let the past rest, and the boy too.”

“I can’t…he’s dead because of her. I wanted to…we wanted…to have a family. We had all those plans and a bright future,” she cries now.

“I thought you love me, and our family,” as your mother places the folder onto the desk, shaking her head, George’s face falls. “You are a great pretender then. I want you to think about what’s really important. If you cannot accept that your son loves Y/N, then you are not welcome in this family any longer.”

“George,” she gasps, “you can’t do that. Not for that girl!”

“I guess you won’t miss your family as you are still longing for a dead boy who died so long ago…”

“What do we do now?” your father looks at the men crowding his living room. “Mr. Levinson?”

“My partners are here to make sure that Winnifred Barnes will leave your daughter and your son-in-law alone. Over there we’ve got Jake Jensen, tech expert and the best hacker you can hire for money, and the grumpy man in the corner is Andy Barber, the best lawyer in town.”

“I’m still here, Ari. Why do you always forget about me,” Mike glares at the private investigator. “Now, let’s get to the point where we explain our plan.”

“We will fight fire with fire,” Andy pushes off the wall. He looks at your mother, giving her a curt nod. “If Winnifred Barnes even looks the wrong way at your daughter, she will regret it.”

“Son, thank you,” George Barnes sits on your sofa, looking like someone punched him in the guts. “I’m so sorry.”

“That wasn’t your fault, George,” after Bucky’s father arrived at your and Bucky’s apartment, he told you everything happening this morning. “I never thought my mom’s past is the problem here.”

“Rebecca and I made sure that my wife knows that we will not accept another mishap. If she wants to lose her family, it’s up to her,” Bucky silently nods. He hates to see his father heartbroken and sad.

George didn’t mention all the things Winnifred said about Jimmy, or that he knows that she named their son after her dead boyfriend.

“We wanted to look at a few houses tomorrow,” you jump in to break the awkward moment. Your heart aches for your mother, and the Barnes family. A tragedy from the past just destroyed a family, and the chance to bring two families together. “My father wanted to join us. Do you want to join us too, George?”

“I’d like that,” George gives you a soft smile. He can’t understand how his wife could treat you so badly for something that lies long in the past. “I know a thing or two about houses. I could give you advice.”

“He’s finally asleep,” Bucky holds you a little tighter tonight. He kisses your temple, inhaling your scent as he buries his nose in your hair. “What did your mother say?”

“She explained a few more things. I didn’t know about any of this,” you whisper. “I wish your mother would come to her senses. It’s a tragedy, but the boy died so many years ago.”

“I won’t forgive her, Y/N. Whatever reason she had, this is inexcusable,” he mumbles against you. “She hurt the woman I love. Your mother was a kid back then, just like the boy.”

“I know, Bucky. It’s so sad he died,” you sniffle now.

“Baby doll, can my dad live here for a few days until he found something new?” almost shyly Bucky looks at you in his arms. “Please.”

“Of course, baby. He can stay as long as he wants to.”

“Winnifred,” Dot coos into the phone. “How can I help you? Do you have a better plan to get me my Bucky back?”

“A little patience,” Winnifred ignores the nagging feeling that her doings are wrong. All she has in mind is to get back at your mother for rebelling against her. “I will bring Y/N and her mother down…”

>> Part 6

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ginnympotter · 2 years ago

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I’ve been enjoying all your prompt fics!!! If you’re still doing prompts, I saw a tiktok where this girl was a natural redhead but pranked her husband and said something like “oh i need to go get my hair dyed again” and he’s like what do you mean get your hair dyed??? and she’s like “omg you’ve never noticed this whole time i dye my hair red?” Anyways I thought it could be a funny jily scenario! But also I just wanted to share that funny moment with someone lol you don’t have to write a fic about it if you don’t want!

thank you so much!!! lol i love this I'm gonna make it muggle au tho!!! thanks for the idea hehe

James stood by the bathroom doorframe and watched as Lily finished putting her mascara on. "Hey."

"Morning," she said, smiling brightly at him. "Had a good lay-in, yeah?"

"Mhm," he said, rubbing his eyes. "Had a good lay last night as well."

Lily snorted, shaking her head as she grabbed a lip balm from the cabinet.

He walked up behind her and put his arms around her waist, bending down and snuggling his chin into the crook of her neck. "You know what today is?"

"Hm?"

"One month since we moved in together."

Lily smiled, bringing a hand up and patting James's cheek. "Well, what do you know. A terrible month, really."

"Truly horrendous. Is that why you're up so early? Packing your things?"

"Can't get rid of me that easily," she retorted, turning around and kissing his lips.

"Wouldn't dream of it," he said as he leaned in for more.

Lily indulged for a few sweet moments before pushing away sadly. "No, I'm actually off to the hair salon. Time for some touchups."

"Gonna do anything adventurous? Like, dye your hair blonde or something?" James asked, running his fingers through her hair.

He expected Lily to laugh, but she looked at him very seriously and said, "Why would I do that? I already am blonde."

James furrowed his eyebrows. "Lil, I hate to tell you this, but...you're a redhead."

Lily looked at him questioningly. "What, you really didn't know?"

"Know what?"

She sighed and patted him on the shoulder. "I guess living together means finally sharing all our secrets..."

"What are you on about, Lil?"

She took a deep breath, then looked up at him. "My hair is naturally blonde. I dye it every few months to keep it red."

James's face fell. "You're kidding."

"No, really, it's just like Sansa Stark, or Emma Stone, they do it too-"

"Neither of them are redheads?!" he asked in outrage.

She reached up and kissed his cheek. "Sorry you had to find out this way."

She walked out of the bathroom to the kitchen counter. It took a moment but James finally followed her.

"You're serious about this? But...I've seen pictures of you as a kid! And your hair was red!"

"You know my Mum. She's relaxed about these things. When I was 6 I told her I wanted to be like Ariel from The Little Mermaid and she let me do it. Never looked back."

"Aren't there laws against that or something?" James asked, exasperated. "The toxins in the hair dye dangerous for children or whatnot?"

"Don't think so, love."

James was utterly perplexed. "Why didn't...why didn't you ever tell me?"

She rummaged through her purse, making sure she had everything. "Well, the like, third compliment you gave me when we met was about my hair. What was I supposed to do? Crush your dreams right then?"

James looked despondent. He put his hands on his head. "Well, you could've at least broke it to me at some point! I mean, two years together, and nothing?"

"I'm sorry, James," she said, not quite meeting his eye. Then he noticed her trying to fight off the smallest smile.

James got a hold of himself. "Alright, well, why don't you just grow your natural hair color out, then?"

"Oh, James, neither of us want that-"

"No, I do, I do," he insisted, grabbing her hands, forcing her to look at him. "If we're really committing to each other, then I've got to love you for who you truly are. Sure, blondes have never been my type, but... I'll manage, I suppose."

Lily scoffed. "You'll manage?"

"Sure. I do it for love."

"Mhm."

"So grow it out. Or why don't you get your hair stylist to just remove the hair dye?"

"Well, it's not that simple-"

"You know what, it's fine. I'll just text your mum for pictures from before you decided to become Princess Ariel," he said, taking out his phone.

"I don't know if she has any..."

"Hey, Mrs. Evans," James started. "Would love to see pictures of Lily while she was still a blonde. Send them all my way-"

Lily took his phone out of his hand and laughed. "Alright, alright! You caught me! I was kidding, okay!"

"I knew it," he said triumphantly, pocketing his phone and laughing.

"I had you there for a moment though!"

"Tah, barely a moment!"

"What if I did dye my hair blonde?" she asked, snaking an arm around his waist. "Would you really still love me?"

James contemplated it for a moment, then kissed her and murmured against her lips, "Eh. You'll still do."

#fanfic #drabble #jily #jily au #one shot #hp

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Déjà Vécu: Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen : Hollow

Summary: Feelings are happening =)

Characters: Remus Lupin/Reader, Sirius Black/Reader (no use of y/n), James Potter, Petter Pettigrew, Regulus Black, Marlene McKinnon, Mary MacDonald, Lily Evans

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+ only!, angst, anxiety/overwhelming feelings, language, mentions of death and self harm, mentions of abuse, mentions of drinking.

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June 22nd, 1973

She was delusional to think she had made progress with Sirius Black. After everything that had happened, everything that had come to the surface; after his birthday when he shared his scars, and when he confessed his parents cruelty amongst the seclusion of his bed curtains. At the end of the day, they were opposing forces, her pulling and him pushing away. No amount of spilled secrets or clandestine confidence would change that.

James was upset by how Sirius had acted under the quidditch pitch, apologizing to her on his behalf incessantly.

“You’re not the one that needs to apologize, Jamie,” she said in-between bites of toast at breakfast one morning. She’d been sitting at her house table ever since Sirius’ comment. She had been reminded of her place, and it wasn’t amongst them.

James raked an exasperated hand through his unruly hair, “He’s just…stubborn, and kind of an idiot, I’m sorry.”

Before she could add on more negative adjectives to describe Sirius Black, Professor McGonagall cleared her throat at the lectern at the front of the Great Hall.

“Good Morning students, your attention for just a moment please. As the end of term is fast approaching, could I have all rising Third through Fifth year students see me to receive their Elective Selection Form. Please return these to my office no later than June 28th. A reminder: think hard about your future career path, this will determine which classes to pursue.”

She rose quickly out of her seat as soon as McGonagall took her place on the dais, James following close behind and still trying to talk her down.

Engrossed in the paper chart in her hands, she returned back to her seat and began to read through the course offerings. After a few moments, she felt the familiar lingering presence of James Potter sitting back across the table. Doubling down on the effort to focus on her own selection form, she ignored him entirely.

Third-years were able to choose two new electives, the first of her choices being Care of Magical Creatures. She was re-reading the descriptions of Divination and Ancient Runes when the boy across the table pushed his chart towards her.

“What’d you pick?” The voice did not belong to James Potter.

She looked up, brows furrowed at the familiar yet unexpected voice of Remus, “How long have you been here?”

He shrugged, “Ten minutes, give or take.”

“Where’s James?”

“Went back to our table, mumbled something about Sirius being a prat. Any idea what that’s about?”

She couldn’t tell him the truth, she had made a promise to the rest of the boys to keep the animagus plan a secret. “I mean…he’s always being a prat, so it could be anything.”

Remus smirked, reaching over to grab her chart, “So what’d you choose?”

“Care of Magical Creatures, but I’m stuck on whether to choose Divination or Ancient Runes…”

“If it helps, I chose Runes as well…we could help each other study? Divination is a joke anyway.”

She laughed, “You don’t think it’s interesting?”

Remus scowled, “Predicting the future with tea leaves and cards? It’s absolute rubbish.”

Looking back down at his chart, she looked at his other choice, “…Arithmancy? That’s supposed to be really difficult.”

His eyes flicked to hers, flashing gold briefly in the morning light, “Luckily for me, I love a challenge.”

Looking past his head, she groaned, “Ugh, speaking of challenges…”

Snape was drawing closer with Regulus by his side. He was explaining something to the younger boy, Reggie listening intently and nodding along. As the two Slytherin’s passed, Severus spun around, face filled with unsettling amusement.

“Ah, look Regulus,” he drawled, “the muggle convention is having their monthly meeting!”

Reggie let out a dry laugh while she rolled her eyes.

“Very original, Severus. Truly, some of your best work…” she droned.

“What’s that? I couldn’t hear over the sound of Lupin’s incessant panting over you.”

She looked up at Remus’ face, blushing red and staring intently at the wooden table.

“At least they’re mating with their own kind,” Regulus snarked.

What the fuck was that supposed to mean?

“Don’t you have something else better to be doing, Reg?” She looked him in the eye, choosing to ignore the comment altogether.

Regulus’ face hardened, “What did I tell you before about speaking to me directly, mudblood.”

Remus was standing before Reg could take another breath.

“What the fuck did you call her?” His scarred hands were clenched so hard they were white. The Hufflepuff prefect heard the commotion, quickly walking over to stand between the boys.

“You two,” he pointed at Severus and Reg, “go to your house table. And you,” he motioned to Remus, “if you cannot behave in a civil manner, I’ll have to ask you to leave as well.”

Remus sat back down, fuming as Reggie and Snape walked to their table smirking.

She pressed the heels of her palms into her eyes as Remus turned his attention to her.

“What was he talking about?”

“Hmm?” She hummed.

“Regulus said ‘telling you before’. What happened before?”

The tone of his voice made her breathing quicken.

“He uh…we had a run in on the train…after winter break…”

“…He’s called you that before, hasn’t he.”

The protectiveness in Remus’ voice raised the hair on the back of her neck.

Snapes words echoed in her head: Lupin’s incessant panting over you.

She shook it off, all of it. Snapes comment, Remus’ tone, the increasingly overwhelming question of where to place the emerging feelings in her chest.

Nodding a confirmation, she watched Remus clench his jaw.

“Please don’t say anything, especially to Sirius,” she begged.

“You need to tell him, he needs to know what his brother is doing—“

“It won’t change anything, it’ll just hurt him. Please Remus, don’t say anything.”

He shook his head, gazing over towards the Slytherin table, “If he comes near you again, I’ll kill him.”

———

September 1st, 1973

Remus wrote her constantly. So much that her hand had started to cramp halfway through the summer from holding a pen almost every waking moment. She’d begun to try to respond with her non-dominant hand, teaching herself to write with both just in case. For each full moon that summer, she sent Remus drawings and the usual poem. Doodles of constellations and celestial bodies filled the pages, the stars watching over a sleeping wolf, a crown of wildflowers on his head.

She didn’t hear from Sirius all summer, something that didn’t come as a surprise after what he had told her in secrecy after Christmas, but it still hurt nonetheless knowing they hadn’t spoken since before school let out. The anger was still there, though it was now being clouded by worry. He could hate her all he wanted, call her every name in the book, but at the end of the day she would still lay in bed and hope that he was alright.

James and Peter invited her to Diagon Alley again, shopping for their third year supplies with the help of Mrs. Potter. From the window of every shop, she looked for Sirius.

Little progress had been made in the animagus plan, with James explaining their difficulty in finding dew that had not seen sunlight or been touched by human feet. She didn’t say anything, having already said her piece last year. They were going to do it regardless, but a part of her was little happy that they were finally getting a taste of how difficult the process actually was.

———

The walls of the train compartment were closing in on her. Remus sat beside the window, reading quietly while she tapped her foot nervously. James, talking to Peter about quidditch or something (she stopped listening ages ago), would dart his eyes over to her anxious body every few minutes like he was waiting for a bomb to explode.

Sirius wasn’t there yet. Flashbacks from last year ran through her mind on a loop. Walburga’s pinched expression; Regulus’ cold stare; Sirius’ scars. She wanted to cry, the sensation of which was beginning to choke her to the point of taking strangled breaths.

Remus reached across the compartment and took her hand, squeezing it reassuringly, “He’ll be here, I promise.”

You can’t promise that, she thought, but the words were stuck in her throat. She didn’t know what time it was, but from the way James was checking his watch, it had to be close to 11. Maybe Sirius’ parents had kept true to their word, maybe they really did send him away this time. How would they even know? She couldn’t ask Regulus, not after Remus’ threat from last year, (not that he would tell her anything anyway).

As the crowd on the platform began to thin, the compartment door flew open.

Sirius was grinning from ear to ear.

Like a dam breaking, air filled her lungs.

“Alright lads?” He smiled at them, never landing on her. She didn’t even care, the only thing that mattered was that he was okay.

The atmosphere in the compartment eased greatly, the boys falling into jovial conversation immediately as Sirius sat down next to James. She didn’t involve herself, just happy to sit amongst her friends.

“—I have to say mate,” James laughed, “You seem a lot more…relaxed than you usually do after spending time at home.”

This made Sirius smile even bigger, “I think I’ve turned a corner.”

“…with your family?” Peter chimed in skeptically.

Sirius nodded, “When I first got home, it was the same thing as usual,” he rolled his eyes, “but by the middle of July…it had all just…stopped.”

“They just ignored you?” James furrowed his brow.

“Not entirely. They spoke to me whenever necessary, but the rest of the time they just let me do whatever I wanted.”

Remus shot her a concerned look from across the compartment, “What brought this on? What did you do?”

Sirius crossed his arms smugly, leaning back against the seat, “I may or may not have…redecorated my room a little…”

The four of them stared at him.

“…I put up some Gryffindor quidditch banners with a permanent sticking charm…”

James’ expression was somewhere between shock, alarm, and pride.

“…as well as some…muggle posters,” Sirius’ smile was borderline unhinged, something that wasn’t lost on Remus.

“What kind of muggle posters, Sirius…” he asked slowly.

Sirius waggled his eyebrows, “Muggle women. They’re wearing rabbit ears, Mum had a fit when she couldn’t take them down.”

Remus’ eyes almost shot out of his head, “YOU PUT PLAYBOY CENTERFOLDS ON YOUR WALLS PERMANENTLY?!”

James and Peter were both staring between them confused while she sat in the corner trying to stifle a laugh. Sirius met her eyes for a split second, sparkling with mischief before he quickly looked away.

Remus sighed, running a hand through his hair, “You’re lucky they didn’t kill you.”

Sirius shrugged, pulling some money out of his pocket as the candy trolley stopped outside of their door. He bought them all sweets without asking, tossing boxes around the compartment happily. The last package he threw was to her.

Peppermint Toads, her favorite.

———

As the train pulled into Hogsmeade Station, the five of them stood and began to collect their various bags and items, quickly throwing on their robes in the process. Swinging a leather satchel strap over her shoulder, she gave the boys a small wave as she headed out into the corridor, “See you lot tomorrow or something, yeah?”

Sirius stared at her with mild confusion, following her outside the compartment “You’re not sitting with us for the feast?”

She turned around, mimicking his confused expression, “I—I didn’t think you wanted me to?”

Sirius scoffed, “What?”

“Sirius, we haven’t spoken in months…”

He raked a hand through his hair, which had grown even longer over the summer (an obvious choice to piss off his parents, no doubt).

“I know, I was a complete arse to you, it was unfair of me. I just…talk before actually thinking through things…”His face softened as his eyes fell sheepishly to the floor.

“You can’t keep taking your emotions out on other people, Sirius,” she whispered, and his blue eyes snapped up.

“…I know…” his voice was soft, but an edge of annoyance was begging to break through, “Please, sit with us, it’s not the same without you.”

Any leftover anger she had for him melted away. Sirius seemed to have a way of softening her that none of the others did, not even Remus, and she couldn’t figure out why. It was alarming sometimes, how easily she bent to him, how often she found herself gravitating towards him like a magnet.

The corner of her mouth twitched upwards in a smug grin, Sirius gingerly pointing his wand at her robes and transfiguring them scarlet, and the five of them reconvened to make the journey up to the castle together.

———

To an outsider, you’d never know she wasn’t a Gryffindor, not by the way the rest of the house greeted her when she sat down with the boys. Marlene practically shoved Remus out of the way to occupy the seat beside her, wanting to hear all about her summer, while Lily leaned over to participate (much to James’ pleasure). Just as they all got settled, Mary came over and squeezed in beside Sirius, whispering something in his ear that made them both laugh. The sound caused her to divert attention away from Marlene and Lily, glancing over just in time to see Sirius brush Mary’s hair behind her ear.

The sinking feeling in her stomach from last year came back immediately.

Maybe once she ate something she’d feel better, the only thing she’d had so far was the chocolate on the train.

Mary met her eyes, “Hiya! Good summer?” Her voice was like honey, smooth and sweet.

She nodded, returning a friendly smile as Dumbledore rose to the podium for the start of year address. Every year he gave a speech to kick off classes, mostly a bunch of fluffy sentiments about friendship and academic excellence, but this year it was different. He spoke of unity, of coming together and working towards a harmonious future. The hall was silent as he spoke, the majority of students faces solemn as the headmaster implored them to seek out the light and follow it passionately.

They all knew the implication.

They couldn’t escape the war, not even at Hogwarts.

———

November 3rd, 1973

Mary was becoming a more prominent fixture in their group. It wasn’t a problem, it was just…a lot. It had finally become public knowledge that Sirius and Mary were an item, and soon after, the PDA began. Sirius it seems, had been reduced to a one handed man, his less dominant appendage always attached to her body in some way, shape, or form. When they did separate, which was rare, the other was not so far removed, leaving only a few fleeting moments of normal conversation until they were all over each other once more.

The worst was the snogging.

It started at Sirius’ birthday party, which happened to fall on a Saturday, meaning that he was on another level knowing he didn’t have to wake up early for classes the next morning. After a third go-around of his new record (a band called Queen, who were beginning to make waves in the muggle music scene), the rest of the common room had had enough for the night and were begging for someone to replace the album with something else. Because she had gifted the vinyl to him, she took the responsibility to try and sneak some new music onto the record player. Pushing through the crowded Gryffindor common room, she searched for Sirius to ask if she could go dig through his collection. After two trips around the room, sifting through bodies and dodging drunk 7th Years, she realized he was gone.

“I’m just going to look through his records and ask for forgiveness later,” she said to Remus over the back of the couch.

He looked up from his game of exploding snap with James and Peter, “Do it, I’m sure he won’t care. Dorm door is unlocked.”

She nodded, weaving her way upstairs towards the boys room.

The music was too loud, the fourth rendition of Keep Yourself Alive ricocheting off the stone walls. It was so loud in fact, that she didn’t hear the noises coming from the top of the spiral staircase.

Pressed against the railing was Mary, Sirius seemingly eating her face alive. Their hands were everywhere, and the sight made her stomach flip. Averting her eyes as best she could, she slipped past them unnoticed, sneaking into the boys room and picking up the first record she saw: Aladdin Sane. With the image of her two friends intwined, she ran downstairs and quickly threw the record on, returning to sit beside Remus on the couch.

“Alright?” He looked over, having removed himself from the game with the other two.

She nodded quickly, “Yeah, why?”

“You’re breathing heavy, and keep glancing back at the stairs. Did something happen?”

Feigning ignorance, she shook her head, “No, I’m just—I ran down here, I couldn’t listen to Great King Rat again…”

Remus chuckled, throwing an arm over the back of the couch as they watched a card explode in Peter’s face.

She’d begun to doze off towards the end of Side 1 of Aladdin Sane, sinking further into Remus’ heater-like body on the couch. At some point, another student must have flipped the record, because a short time later Sirius came bounding down the stairs when the opening chords of The Prettiest Star began.

“This is my song!” He leapt over the back of the couch, landing aggressively close to her sleeping body.

The sudden assault jolted her awake, Remus (who was half asleep against the arm of the sofa) reached over to punch the birthday boy in the shoulder.

Sirius laughed, dodging the hit, “Oh come on! There’s no sleeping at my party!”

He began to jump on the cushions, leading to a low groan from her.

“Come on, Yellowjacket, dance with me!” He grabbed her arm and pulled her unwilling body off the couch while she held back a smirk. She could never say no to him.

Her limbs felt heavy as they wound around his neck, the beckoning call of sleep echoing from the couch. Sirius began to sing out loud, though it might as well have been directed at her by the way his eyes never left her face.

“Where’s Mary?” She mumbled sleepily, resting her head on his shoulder as they swayed.

“Went to bed, she’s like you lot—her fun energy expires at midnight.”

She swatted him lightly, “Not all of us strive to live like rockstars, Sirius.”

He laughed lowly, “Damn right!”

Spinning her one last time as the song drew to an end, he placed a kiss to her forehead before they separated.

“Happy birthday Siri,” she whispered before retreating back to Remus’ side.

———

She’d like to say that Sirius’ birthday was the only time she had stumbled upon him and Mary snogging.

She’d like to say that it was a one-time thing and that the two of them had learned their lesson.

But she couldn’t.

It seemed like almost every other day, one of them was running into Mary and Sirius sucking face behind a statue, or in a vacant corridor, or even on the common room sofa. Even James was becoming annoyed, which didn’t happen often, especially with his best friend.

“I need him focused,” he grumbled as he sat down across from her and Remus in the Great Hall for lunch, “He almost fell off his broom the other day during practice because she showed up in the stands. We have a big match against Ravenclaw in a few weeks, he needs to get it together.”

She didn’t contribute, just kept her head down and picked at the food.

“I just wish there was a way to know where they were, like a map of safe hallways, that way I wouldn’t have to walk into them practically eating each other’s faces off,” Peter groaned.

Remus’ perked up beside her, “Pete, that’s…that’s actually a brilliant idea.”

Peter beamed across from them, as Remus dug through his bag for something, eventually resurfacing with a folded up piece of parchment.

“Remember last year, when I told you all about my…problem?” His voice tapered into a whisper as he glanced between her, Peter, and James, who all nodded in response.

“Sirius had said something about wondering if there were more secret passageways throughout the castle…and there are,” Remus unfolded the parchment to reveal a map of Hogwarts, sketched out roughly, with random annotations and comments scribbled throughout in different colors of ink.

The four of them absorbed all of it while Remus continued to speak, “I’ve been working on this since then, adding things as I find them, just for fun—definitely not for nefarious purposes—“ he gave her a quick glance before smirking devilishly, “but Pete, what if we could find a way to add location markers to people in the castle? What if we could actually track where people are coming and going?”

She met his eyes and smiled, “A homonculus charm might work.”

Remus grinned wildly, “You’re a genius.”

“I just—“ she let out a resigned sigh, “—I need you to solemnly swear to me that you’re not going to use this just to cause mayhem all over the castle.”

The three boys looked at each other, telepathically choosing their next words wisely.

“I can promise none of it will be traced back to you,” Remus shot her a wink, the other two giddy with excitement, “there’s actually a new finding I want to test out, if you’re all interested…”

James looked at him through his lashes, clearly intrigued, “What’s your theory Mr. Moony?”

“I think there’s a passageway to Hogsmeade…and if I’m correct, it leads directly under Honeydukes.”

Peter almost jumped out of his seat, James’ eyes sparkled.

———

“I can’t believe you did all of this without me,” Sirius hissed from under the invisibility cloak.

They finally had the chance to tell Sirius about the map, after he had returned from what was clearly another rendezvous with Mary. Though ecstatic about the map idea, he was visibly put out at the notion of the four of them conspiring in his absence.

“Stop whinging,” James shushed him from the front, leading them towards the third floor, Remus squished close behind with the map in his hands.

“…maybe if you came up for air once in a while, you’d be included in things,” she whispered to Sirius beside her, who proceeded to stick out a foot and trip her. Stumbling forward, she quickly grabbed onto Remus’ jumper, who angrily spun around.

“Oi! Knock it off, both of you!” He growled, causing her to shrink back in embarrassment.

“Sorry Moony…” Sirius grumbled, she glared at him.

“Jealousy isn’t a good look for you,” he whispered.

She scoffed, mouth agape as she turned towards him, “Jealousy? Is that what you think this is, Black?”

The smug grin on his face said it all.

“All you do is snog your girlfriend in your free time now, you’ve completely abandoned us, this has nothing to do with jealousy.”

As the words came out, she prayed he believed them.

She prayed she believed them.

———

January 2nd, 1974

After winter break, James called an emergency meeting. They all knew what it was about before he even opened his mouth. The mood had grown incredibly dark, mimicking the desolate icy landscape outside of the castle windows; the war was drawing closer.

“He’s gaining followers at an alarming rate,” James spoke lowly from the end of his bed, the rest of them piled around the dorm room, faces grim as he spilled everything he had found out about the war from his parents.

“There’s been more attacks, more than the Prophet is reporting,” Peter chimed in from his bed, gripping a pillow tightly to his chest.

“Dad thinks they’re afraid to write anything more, scared of retaliation,” James frowned.

Across the room, Sirius was staring at him, stone-faced. She knew he was thinking of his family, and whether or not they were involved in any of this. The urge to go over and sit with him surged forward, but her legs felt like cement, her body heavy with dread.

“What about our side? Can we help?” She frankly had no idea what kind of use a bunch of teenagers would be, but she had to try.

James shook his head, running a frustrated hand through his unruly hair, “No, I ask Mum and Dad constantly. They tell me to focus on school, and enjoying my time at Hogwarts.”

After a few quiet minutes, Peter shifted uncomfortably on his bed.

“Is it true what they’re saying…that you-know-who is recruiting…dark creatures?”

From behind her, Remus bristled, sitting upright from his lounging position on the bed.

She’d never wanted to kill anyone more than she wanted to kill Peter Pettigrew in that moment.

James shot him a reproachful look, and from Pete’s expression he had clearly realized his mistake.

“What do you mean by ‘dark creatures’…” Remus asked cautiously, eyes narrowing.

She reached over and placed a calming hand on his leg, mentally pleading with him to relax.

James cleared his throat awkwardly, “He’s been reported to be recruiting vampires, some giants, and…”

“Just say it, Potter,” Remus growled.

“Remus, please,” she whispered.

“No, I want to hear him say it. I want to hear what other dark, dangerous creatures we should be on the lookout for.”

James held up his hands in defeat, “Mate, it’s not like that—“

“Say it!” Remus stood up, and she could see that his hands were shaking.

“…werewolves. He’s recruiting werewolves. There’s been an increase in attacks—“

Before James could finish, Remus was storming out.

“Way to go, you fuckin knob,” Sirius chucked a pillow at Peter’s head.

She quickly jumped off the bed and followed him down the stairs, calling his name while he exited through the portrait hole.

“Remus, please, wait!” She was out of breath from trying to keep up with his long strides.

“Leave me alone,” he grumbled, never breaking gait to look at her.

She let out a fake laugh, “We both know that’ll never happen.”

Continuing on, she jogged to finally come within arms reach. Launching forward, she hugged him tightly from behind, forcing him to stop walking. They stood in the empty corridor silently, with her face pressed against his back, arms snaked around his middle, while he stared ahead fuming.

Eventually, she felt him soften, hands finding their way to grip hers. She let go, and he spun around to face her, pulling her back in for a proper embrace.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into her hair, “It’s just…hard to be reminded of what I am sometimes…”

“…and what exactly are you, Remus?” She pressed her cheek into his chest.

“Dangerous. A monster—a dark creature…something that certainly shouldn’t be allowed in functioning society—“

“Remus John Lupin,” she looked up at him, eyes hard and demanding, “You are the antithesis of all of those. You’re my safe person, the one I trust more than anything. You’d never let anything happen to any of us.”

“Those people…the ones they’re attacking. He’s trying to build an army,” Remus’ voice was strained as he said it.

Her blood ran cold.

Forcing herself to speak, she gripped the back of his shirt for stability, “He can’t guarantee they’ll join him though, just because they were changed doesn’t mean they’re automatically on his side. They’re still people, they still have free will and a good conscious—” she looked back up at him, “—even if they’ve been dealt a shitty hand.”

“Regardless, he’s ripping their lives out from under them. There’s no resources for them, there’s no future. It’s not like the ministry is lining up to hire people like me,” his laugh was dry and emotionless, “The only option is to find any semblance of stability and hope it sticks.”

She felt him hug tighter, knowing that along with the other boys, they were the only stable thing in his life. She thought of four-year-old Remus, transforming alone for the first time; his tiny screams of agony ricocheting off the walls of the cage a father built to contain his son. The confusion he must’ve felt, the fear; she didn’t understand how he had survived, more so—she didn’t understand why the rest of world had no sympathy.

“It’ll be different, I promise,” she whispered, burying her face into his chest to stop the tears from forming, “I’ll fix it, I’ll fix all of it.”

Remus shook his head, “You can’t promise that. Werewolf Support Services at the ministry are almost non-existent, and you can’t reap any of them unless you’re registered anyway, which is problematic at best.”

“I know that, which is why I’m going to fix it,” the statement was punctuated with finality as she pulled back to look at her friend, “After school, I plan on working for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, specifically the Being Division. I want to reform the entire Werewolf Support branch, I want to make the actual change that is so long overdue.”

Remus stared down at her, eyes searching hers for any bit of humor or anything to let him know she was joking. He found nothing but sincerity.

“When did you decide this?”

She shrugged, “Last year. You saw my elective choices, remember? How did you not put it together?”

He grabbed her face in both hands, “You don’t need to do this for me…”

“I’m not doing it for you. I’m doing it for all of them, all of the innocent lives altered by this terrible affliction, but also by the stigmatization the ministry enforces.”

Remus smiled slowly, kissing her forehead, “How did I get so lucky to have someone like you?”

“Right place, right time, I guess,” she giggled, wrapping him into another hug.

———

March 9th, 1974

“Ugh, gross—“

“How long is it going to go on for?” “Are they even breathing?”

Sirius and Mary had been going at it by the fireplace for the entirety of Remus’ birthday party, much to the disgust of the rest of the common room. The only person who didn’t seem to mind was James, who was too preoccupied in planning his next move on Lily Evans. From the sofa, he stared dopily at her across the room. She was with Marlene near the entrance, laughing at a joke that Frank Longbottom was currently enchanting them with. When she caught James staring, her entire expression dropped into an icy scowl, spinning so that the only view he would get was the back of her head.

Watching the entire thing, Remus patted James sympathetically on the shoulder, “Tough luck mate.”

“Little does she know, I could stare at the back of her head all day and never tire,” nothing fazed James Potter. He was hopeless.

She rolled her eyes just as Mary shifted to straddle Sirius on the rug, “I need to get out of here, there’s too much…obsession happening in this tower.”

Remus rose when she did, “Wanna go upstairs? I’ve got a hidden stash of Honeydukes.”

“Oh! That sounds great, I can give you your birthday present too!” She grabbed her bag off the floor and followed Remus upstairs.

Flopping down on his bed, she searched the contents of the bag for a carefully folded parcel. From the foot of the bed, Remus tossed boxes of chocolate onto the quilt as he found them buried in his trunk.

Finally procuring the expertly folded bundle of parchment, she held it out excitedly to him as he sat across the bed.

Remus shook it jokingly, “What is it?”

“Just open it, dummy.”

He carefully unfolded the parchment to reveal an intricately inked map of Hogwarts, including the hidden passageways they had found. He traced his finger over a delicately drawn picture of the Whomping Willow.

“No offense, but the original map was extremely chaotic. I figured if you’re going to make it more advanced, the foundation needed to be cleaner and cohesive…none of that frantic sketching you had done,” she explained, reaching over to open a chocolate frog.

Remus stared at the map, speechless. After a few silent moments, he mustered out a muted question, “How did you do it?”

“Oh, easy. The library has tons of maps and illustrations of the layout of the castle and grounds, obviously without the tunnels we know of. I added those in from memory.”

“This is…this is brilliant…” he was still tracing the hallways diligently.

“The best part,” she leaned over to point at Gryffindor Tower, “Look at the common room.”

Tiny dots were inked near where the fireplace would be, each one labeled with a name of their friends: James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, and Sirius Black. She watched as his eyes searched for the dorms, smiling when he saw their names as well on two matching dots.

“I just did us, to see if it would even work. You lot can do the rest, I’m not going to start cataloging the entire student body,” she laughed.

Remus looked at her in awe as he laid the map between them.

“This is amazing, you’re—you’re amazing…” his eyes gleamed in the dim light of the dormitory, the music downstairs seeping through the crack of the door as she beamed back.

“It’s not much but—“ she started.

“—shut up, it’s fantastic,” he grinned, “I love it. I love you.”

“I love you too, Rem, happy birthday.”

Even in the low light of the room, she could see his eyes flash gold.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, causing a blush to creep into her cheeks.

Her heart began to pick up speed, as Remus leaned closer.

“Can I try something?” He spoke softly, eyes searching for a confirmation.

She nodded slowly as he placed his lips to hers.

Remus was warm. He was steady, with a mix of delicacy and restrained strength that put her heartbeat at ease. Chocolate swirled with cinnamon and butterscotch. He was solace. He was familiar. There was no rush, no urgency to the kiss. But most importantly: there was no substance. There was no spark.

They pulled back simultaneously, staring at one another in question.

After a few tense seconds, Remus spoke, “Did it—“

“—Feel like you were kissing a sibling? Yes.”

They both burst into laughter.

He reached over and grabbed her hand, “I do love you though, that’ll never change, even if it’s not…romantic.”

She smiled, leaning over to place a chaste kiss on his cheek, secretly thankful that their relationship wasn’t in danger of changing. For a fleeting moment, she thought of Sirius.

She wondered if he felt as hollow when he kissed Mary.

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Boredom, Flustration and Love Confessions part 2

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James wants to die.

No, really. He does. He wants to die.

Sirius is grinning that trademark wicked grin of his, and the full force of the gleaming grey eyes is aimed at James, complete with the raise of a pierced eyebrow and black hair tied up in a bun. James wants to take off the elastic and run his hands through that hair, an urge that is exacerbated by the fact that he knows exactly how soft and silky the strands are from years of braiding it. He wants to bury his hands in them, brush it out with his fingers, tug on it to pull Sirius' mouth down—

"..mes… PRONGS!"

James jerks at Remus' shout and crashes face-first into Sirius' chest with a yelp, hands scrambling to grip something before he topples off the sofa. Arms wrap around his waist to hold him in place, and James sighs in relief, pushing his glasses up his nose with his little finger. A second later, he realises the arms belong to Sirius, and he promptly turns bright red.

Remus has keeled over sideways, shoulders shaking and fist hitting the side of the sofa, and James can hear his muffled cackling even through the cushions that he has buried his face into. He twists his lips and grins sheepishly at Sirius, who is laughing quietly, but the look in his grey eyes is… soft. Fond, like he can't help being as endeared as he is. James' breath catches in his throat, and he stares at Sirius for a second longer than necessary.

"Jamie," Sirius says, tone half exasperated and half so helplessly fond it makes something inside James twist, "pay attention, mon beau."

James' attention, bastardly little shit that it is, fixes itself on Sirius' mouth.

It has been four days since Sirius got that damn piercing. And James hasn't had a single moment of peace in all that time.

Every time Sirius speaks, which is a lot, James has no choice but to focus on him. Which means he has to look Sirius in the eyes, which inadvertently leads to his gaze slipping down to Sirius' lips (those full, pretty, kissable lips), which leads to him thinking about it.

That damn piercing.

"Jamie," Sirius says again, lips stretching into a wide smile and oh fuck, there's that little peek of silver again— "pay attention to me."

"I am paying attention to you," James answers reflexively, and it's true. All his attention is always on Sirius. It's getting pathetic, really, the way he can't get the thought of Sirius out of his mind no matter how hard he tries.

"Oh, really?" Sirius cocks an eyebrow, and James presses his lips together. A sceptical expression should never look this sexy on anyone. But then again, this is Sirius Black. He makes everything look sexy, and James both loves and hates him for it because on one hand it's.. well, sexy. On the other hand, it really is not good for his poor heart, which decides it wants to jump out of his chest every time he so much as thinks about Sirius.

He thinks about Sirius a lot. He thinks about Sirius every waking and sleeping moment.

"Yes, really," he says, and his attention still hasn't moved from Sirius' lips. With difficulty, he drags his gaze up to meet grey eyes, and immediately swallows down the sound that climbs up his throat.

Sirius looks hungry. The silvery colour of his irises has turned to stormy steel grey, and his gaze is suddenly intense— much more than James can handle. Remus has still not stopped cackling, but James can't be half-arsed to think about his other best mate when he is being looked at like.. that.

"Well then," Sirius says, and the low pitch of his voice makes James realise that Sirius' arms are still wrapped around his waist. Sirius' arms, long and muscled from lugging around a Beater's bat, are wrapped around his waist. "Prove it."

What?

He blinks at Sirius, racking his brain for the topic that had been going on. He comes up with a blank, and slowly his lips pull up in a shy, sheepish grin.

Sirius stares at him for a second, then huffs in amusement and lets go of James' waist. He pushes down to urge to whine and ask Sirius to place his arms back where they were and straightens up so he's sitting securely and in no danger of falling off.

"You're incorrigible," Sirius says fondly, and James gives him his best cheeky wink.

"You love me, really," he quips, and Sirius laughs, shaking his head, a quiet smile on his face.

"You," Lily says, her hands on her hips and a grin on her face, "are too adorable, Potter."

James, lying face down on Lily's bed in the girls' dormitory, flips her off without raising his head. "Fuck off," he says, and even though the sound is muffled beyond recognition because of his face being stuffed against a pillow, Lily knows him well enough to know what he is saying. She snickers.

"No, really," she insists, her grin widening till it turns shit-eating. "You are so sickeningly adorable, it's hilarious. So strongly affected by a single piercing, Circe's tits, one would think you were a Victorian maiden."

James whines into the pillow, before lifting his head up and glaring at his ex girlfriend turned wingwoman. His cheeks are visibly pink even through his bronze complexion, and Lily coos, reaching out to pinch him. He bats her hand away with a huff.

"Don't call this hilarious," he pouts, turning on his side and clutching the burgundy red pillow to his stomach. "Lily-flower, I can't stop thinking about him! He's just so- ugh– every time I look at him, all I want is for him to—"

He shuts his mouth with an audible click of his teeth, and his pink cheeks bloom into a violent shade of red. Lily picks up on it within a second, and bursts into loud cackles that echo off the dorm walls. James lets out a high pitched whine of mortification and raises his hands to his hot cheeks to hide his face.

"Adorable," Lily crows between loud laughter as she collapses onto the bed, "fuck, Skittles, you're adorable."

"Lily," James cries, hands fluttering around his red face as he sits up and stares at his friend in pure horror. "This is serious!"

She cackles louder, and he panics when he realises his mistake— handing his little shit of a best mate a chance to make a pun.

"This," she hacks out between maniacal giggles, "is you wanting Sirius to bend you over a table."

White hot embarrassment rushes through James body, and he lets out a horrible keening sound, grabbing the pillow to stuff his burning face into the velvet. Lily's laughter echoes in his ears, but all he can think about now is Sirius' hands on his waist and Sirius' tongue with that damn piercing on his throat and Sirius pushing him down—

James whimpers.

"You are of no use, Evans," he screeches, and pushes himself off her bed to flounce toward the door, cheeks glowing hotter than the sun. Lily doesn't bother replying, and her cackles follow him all the way to his own dorm.

He'll get her back for that.

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