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myfictionaldreams · 28 days ago

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⁀➷ Beneath the Bubbles // Poly!Marauders x F!Reader

Summary: A playful bet between her three boyfriends turns an innocent pool day with friends into a secret game of distraction, control, and quiet desperation—and she has no idea she’s the prize.

Requested by: @fictionalgoddess -- thank you so so much for this request! I absolutely loved writing this, I hope you enjoy!

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, dom marauders, sub reader, big dick!Remus (!!), public sex, cockwarming, praise kink, teasing, size kink (!), dirty talk

Words: 3.1k

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The bag sitting by your family's fireplace had been packed and ready for days. It had also been packed and repacked multiple times to help pass the time.

“Why so glum, love? Only another ten minutes.”

You tried to fake a smile as you stared down at the two-way mirror in your hand, staring at Sirius's relaxed expression. He was lying in bed, arm behind his head, and hair curling over his forehead. The mirror was a creation of Sirius and James. It was used initially to talk while Sirius was home with his hellish parents; however, now that he was living at the Potter mansion, you were the safe keeper of the mirror.

It had been great over the last couple of days when missing your boyfriends, though Remus’ face was still one that you needed to see, missing the sound of his calming voice.

Now, you were becoming unsettled. You wanted to be in their arms, smell their bodies, and feel the warmth of their skin rubbing against yours.

“Ten minutes is a long time,” you explain with a defeated tone, shoulders hunching over from where you’re waiting on your sofa.

“Aww Darling, I know it is. But it’ll be worth it, and we’ve got to make sure Moony gets here first so you both don’t clash in the floo network. I don’t want to risk your pretty little head.”

“Hmm.”

You’re being grumpy, but really, you’re excited. Seven days seems like such a short amount of time to be away from your boyfriends in the grand scheme of things, but having been at Hogwarts for months, waking in their arms, constantly being attached to one of them, it was easy to fall into a comfortable routine.

Sleep had been difficult to come by, and the amount of masturbating you’d been doing was probably unhealthy. But once again, you were going to put it down to the fact that you’d been having sex with three men daily, and now, you had a large appetite for all things pleasurable.

“PADS HURRY UP! MOONY IS HERE!” came the distant shout of James in the background, where Sirius was.

“Coming!” he shouts with a handsome grin, his eyes lighting up with excitement as he sits up on his bed. “See, I told you it wouldn’t take long, Darling. Safe travels, see you in a couple of minutes. Say hi to your parents for me.”

“Will do! See you soon!” you say with rejuvenated motivation. Rushing from the sofa, you say your goodbyes to your parents and collect the bag you’d been staring at for too long.

You’ve barely had the chance to step out of the green flames in the Potter’s dining room before you are wrapped in a blur of bronze skin, wild hair and frantic voices.

James was the first to tackle-hug you, arms circling your waist as he picks you up and spins in a circle as you cling to his neck. “You’re here! Finally!”

You laughed even as your feet planted back onto the floor again, only to be pulled away by Sirius, who practically buried his face into your neck, fingers digging into the back of your shirt as your hands moved into his hair. “A week without you? Torture, Honey. I almost set fire to the Potters’ kitchen again to feel something.”

“I thought you said seven days wasn’t that long!” you exclaim, looking back into his pouting face.

“Fine, I lied. I missed you every single second. " With a soft kiss to the tip of your nose, he finally releases you to allow the tallest Marauder his reunion.

Remus steps forward, calmer as always compared to James and Sirius, but you could see in his eyes how they softened when he looked you over. His jaw had a subtle clench like he’d been holding something in all week. He didn’t say anything. Just stepped up, taking your face carefully in his big hands, and kissed you slowly, steadily, and so full of longing that your knees nearly gave out.

“Hi,” you whisper as he pulls back, in a daze and breathless.

“Hi, love.”

When I was back with them, everything fell back into place—the laughter, the comfort, the safety. It was just right. However, James’ parents were only away for the weekend, so the four of you took the opportunity of an empty, beautiful home to host a little gathering with your friends.

An hour later, the mansion is buzzing with life. Lily and Marlene have brought drinks, Dorcas, Mary, and Alice are setting up the music on the back patio, and Frank has thrown pool floaties everywhere.

James’ parents' house was always breathtakingly beautiful, no matter how many times you visited. Despite its size, it still felt homely, thanks to Mrs Potter’s effort. The garden was really the prize, though, with freshly cut green grass that spread for acres, surrounded by a thick forest. More towards the house is a sizeable pool, with a hot tub to one side that bubbled away and the patio that stretched the width of the house.

You were lounging in one of James’ quidditch shirts, your bikini underneath, leaning against Sirius on a pool chair while he ran his fingers up and down your arm. Remus sat beside the two of you with a book, one hand always resting on your thigh, which was pulled into his lap.

James, meanwhile, had energy to burn. He was shirtless and loud, tossing a quaffle with Frank, and flexing his arms and abs every time he caught your admiring eye.

“I’ve decided”, James announces loudly, making sure he’s heard over the music, grinning. “I’m the hottest person here.”

“Not even close, “Sirius deadpanned, leaning over to take a sip from your drink. “Look at this face.” He points at his own smug expression.

“Look at her face, “Remus interrupts, not looking up from his book. “Much better view.”

Your face warms immediately as you pull your shirt collar up to hide your face, and the others laugh at your embarrassed response.

Hours later, after the shared butterbeer, a failed BBQ attempt ends with charred food and pizzas ordered instead. Everyone is having a good time, catching up on each other's summers, giggling, laughing, and singing. The sun has since set, which means that the floating orange lights gently illuminate the back garden with the help of the now roaring fire. It’s a memorable evening with friends.

You didn’t think twice as Remus began to pull on your clasped hand, dragging your body towards the hot tub portion of the pool.

“We’ll only be a minute”, Remus calls over his shoulder to where the others were dancing around the fire. “She’s cold.”

You thought it was an odd excuse considering that Remus had perfectly kept you warm as you rested in his arms, laughing at your friends, but you went along with him, glad to have some quiet time with him.

After removing James’ shirt from your body, Remus helps you into the warm, bubbling water. The water was surprisingly loud, and you struggled to hear your friends even if they were only a couple of meters away. Remus then eases himself in, sitting on the bench in the tub, pulling your body into his lap.

Sighing into the touch, your fingers dig into his forearms, which curl against your waist as his chin rests against your shoulder. It was calm and serene, and you could still smell his aftershave over the chlorine.

The dainty touch of his lips against your shoulder causes a full-body shimmer, despite not being cold. Remus smiles against your skin, moving further up the slope of your neck as you tilt your face towards him.

Your noses brush together as you tune his arms. You lean in to close the final distance, but he holds himself back. “I want you to keep looking in the direction of our friends. Do you think you can do that?”

Biting your lip, you hum in response, turning back to your friends. You notice Sirius and James moving animatedly now, whilst the others are resting on the seats surrounding the fire.

“I missed you,” Remus speaks into your ear, his voice just above a whisper so that you could hear over the noise of the hot tub machine. “I’ve missed your voice, your smell, those little giggles when you’re embarrassed. It feels like I’ve been lost with you.”

The words had emotions soon rising as you wiggle in his lap, trying to hold onto him tighter, needing to feel his entire body on yours.

With one arm still secured around your waist, the other moved to the inside of your knee, helping each of your legs onto the outside of his thighs so that when he stretched out, your legs spread, upper body slumping back against his chest until the waterline hovered up to your collarbones.

“And I know you’ve missed us, haven’t you? Sirius told me about your late-night chats, my poor needy girl,” Remus continues, his lips hovering by the shell of your ear. Your body shivers once more for an entirely different reason now as you think back to those nights when Sirius had talked you through touching yourself using the two-way mirror.

“Tell me, Sweetheart, do you want me to look after you? I think you’ve been patient enough these last seven days. Let me help you.”

Swallowing hard, you nod.

“Use your words, Love.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

You;d expected his fingers, maybe some teasing strokes–but what you didn’t expect was the way he shifted beneath you, the slow grind of his hips, the subtle press of his hard cock beneath the water.

“Remus,” you breathe, eyes darting toward your friends. Laughter. Singing. James is yelling about rules in a game whilst Sirius attempts to do a cartwheel dangerously close to the fire.

No one was looking.

And Remus was easing his shorts lower on his hips.

The bubbling water distorted the view so if anyone did look over, they wouldn’t necessarily see that his swim shorts were just pulled down enough that his cock was freed.

“Got to stay nice and still for me, can you do that?” Remus encouraged as his fingers ghost along the seam of your bikini bottoms.

“Yes, sir.”

The rush of water against your bare pussy was comforting for a moment. Then Remus’s bare cock is sliding between your thighs. Thick. Hot. Heavy.

And so fucking big.

Remus hears your quick breath as his thumb brushes comfortingly against your side. “I know,” he said softly, already moving your hips so that he’s able to press the tip of his cock to your clenching hole. “I know how much it hurts, baby. You always need a minute to take me.”

Because he was he biggest, Sirius may be the wildest. James might be the loudest. But Remus? The man was obscene.

He was the one who went last when you were all intimate together, had to go last, because you’d be too sore for anyone else after. You swore it didn’t even make sense how he fit, how he stretched you so wide you were surely the evidence of his cock would bulging your tummy.

And now, with your friends just a few feet away, he was sliding inside you.

Slowly. Deeply. Until your walls burn, clenching in a way that makes it feel like your body was trying to push him out of you because it was just too much.

“F-fuck,” you whimper, nails digging into his arms as your eyes flutter close, legs moving to shut on instinct, but his thighs keep them open.

“You can take it,” he encouraged, kissing your cheek sweetly. “You always do. Just sit pretty, Sweetheart. That’s it. Take every inch for me. Keep those eyes open for me, nice and quiet.”

Your eyes widened as you looked back towards your friend, now able to hear Sirius and James shouting at their friends jokingly.

You couldn’t move. Not with the stretch, the perfect and devastating stretch, pinning you open, gaping, holding you still.

Remus didn’t thrust. Didn’t pump his hips, just simply stayed inside of you. Deep and full. And already you were aching.

“You’re stuffed so tight, huh? Squeezing my cock like it’s your lifeline, Love. Bet they’d all know if they looked over what’s inside of you, there’s no hiding that pretty little face when you’ve just been fucked.”

Remus, as passive and laidback as he was with most day-to-day activities, was in charge of sex and relationships. Whether it was with you, Sirius, or James, he was the leader, giving orders, making sure you’re all in the right headspace to keep going, and that aftercare was enough.

It was difficult staying still, staying quiet. Even if you weren’t sure that you’d have the energy to move up and down on his big cock, even just not squirming in his hold was difficult to do.

Seemingly reading your mind, Remus speaks firmly, “I’m not going to fuck you, I don’t want to break you, Love. I just want to reward you. I’ve missed being inside of you. So that’s what we’re going to do. With all of our friends just over there, we are going to sit here, me inside you, nice and deep, whilst you get all wet and desperate for me.”

You were already ruined, needy, clenching repeatedly around the thickest cock you’d ever taken.

“Look at you, taking all of me without making noise. I’m so proud of you.”

Those praises had you feeling lighter, like your body was made of clouds, ready to float away.

“JAMES, YOU CANNOT THROW A BEER AT ME MID-BACKFLIP–”

“OH I ABSOLUTELY CAN SIRIUS–LOOK MARLENE, WATCH THIS!-”

Your boyfriends were being obnoxiously loud, caputinrg your friends attention and you’re so fucking thankful for this.

Warming his cock with your pussy, you eventually run out of energy, slumping further back in his hold. To anyone else, it would look like you’re falling asleep in his arms, but Remus knew it was because you were exhausted from teetering on the edge of orgasm for so long.

You were too full, too hot, too aware of Remus pulsing inside you, his cock thick and unmoving, buried to the hilt. Every breath, little shift, made you clench down violently in a helpless reaction.

He knew you were balancing on that very limit. Your thighs were trembling non stop, the fierce dig of your nails calming but only because your energy was directed to your cunt, to the muscles that were pulsing and clenching around his dick.

“Please,” you finally whimpered, tilting your head to lean back against his shoulder, face nuzzling into his neck. “Remus, sir, I can’t-”

“You can”, he gently rubs soft circles along your stomach. “You’ve been doing so well. You just need a little push, don’t you?”

You nod desperately, never having been so wound up before in your life.

Then you felt it, his fingers dipping between your thighs, resting heavily against your clit. There was hardly any movement, just a subtle nudge, but it was enough to send you flying.

You choked on a gasp, biting on the inside of your cheek painfully. The orgasm was blinding, hot, your body quaking and clenching down. Your breath stuttered, your orgasm rolling through you like a slow, devastating tide with each squeeze of your internal muscles.

“Good girl, my best girl. There it is. Let it out, baby. I’ve got you.”

Your head is spinning by the time you can catch your breath. The ache between your legs now from the emptiness as Remus eases out, having found his quiet release whilst you were holding on for dear life.

The others were still laughing, loud and clueless as Remus readjusted both of your swim suits.

Later, when you are wrapped in a fluffy towel, cuddled against the patio sofa with your cheeks still hot to the touch and legs wobbling. James plopped beside you, arm curving around your shoulder until you’re pulled against his chest.

“You good, baby?” he asks casually, giving you a comforting squeeze.

Tilting your face up to stare at his, you answer, “Y-Yeah.”

Irius sat on your other side, his hand resting on your thigh, grinning like he could see into your soul. “You looked like you saw Merlin himself over there.”

Your eyes widened. “I- what?”

“You came, baby”, Sirius said with a low, teasing laugh. “We saw.”

Your face lit up in horror, but before you could bolt, assuming that it meant that all of your friends saw the same thing, James reached out and gently tugged your towel tighter around you.

“Relax,” he cooed. “They didn’t notice. Not the way we did.”

Remus walks up just in time, handing you a bottle of water and a couple of blocks of chocolate.

“You said no one would notice,” you hiss with embarrassment.

Remus squats down, smirking before kissing your head. “They didn’t.”

“But they did,” you say, nodding your head towards James and Sirius on either side of you.

“Oh, Darling,” Sirius purrs, squeezing his arm under your knees and pulling your body into his lap. “How could we not?”

“You were absolutely fucked out,” James teases, moving closer to your back that now faced him. “All dazed, little pout on your lips, still clenching your thighs together like you are trying to hold him in.”

“And let’s be honest, only Remus’ cock could do that to you. Our girl always looks ruined after he’s been inside her.” Sirius kisses your temple as his arms tighten around you.

“You’re not the only one who needs comfort after him,” James adds with a wicked grin.

“Oh my god,” you groan, hiding your face in Sirius’ shoulder.

“Don’t listen to their teasing, Love. You were perfect,” Remus reassured.

You peek at him through your lashes. But James’ cheeky face pops into your eyesight as he leans over your shoulder. “Okay, so small confession time.”

Sirius chuckles as Remus rolls his eyes. “There was a bet. Remus had to make you cum without anyone noticing, so me and Sirius helped to keep the others distracted.”

Your jaw dropped, “You what?”

“You won,” Sirius said proudly. “You were so good for him, Darling. Took him so deep, didn’t even move. And then when you had to hide your face as you were cumming, just beautiful!”

“I hate you all,” you declare into Sirius’ chest, where you were hiding your face.

“Do you though?” Remus asks as his hand massages your thigh. “You looked very happy sitting on my cock.”

Your face feels impossibly hot, but you don’t move from Sirius’s lap. You just sigh softly as one of them kisses your forehead.

“Love you,” James murmurs as he leans against your shoulder.

“Love you too.” Because even if they were smug little shits, you were happy and content being in their arms.

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dismalflo · 2 months ago

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all the reasons we're not in love

James potter x fem!reader ✩ 4.6k words

summary: You and James are best fucking friends—nothing more, nothing less. So why does everyone act like you're secretly in love, like it's some kind of undeniable fact?

cw: fluff, a pinch of angst, steamy makeout but no smut, best friends to lovers, idiots in love.

James gets up from the booth and leans down to ruffle your hair just because he knows it’ll annoy you. All sat around a too small booth in the back of the pub with a few chairs pulled up to accommodate the large group. It’s James' turn to buy a round, and you make a show of swatting his hand away as he goes, tracking his movements all the way to the bar.

You have a second to take in the dingy lights and the rowdy regulars in the local before Lily scares you half to death, leaning into your field of view. Eyes alight with mischief and an impish smile on her lip.

“So…” she says, dragging out the vowel, “what's going on?”

“What's going on with what?” you laugh, confused but delighted by Lily after a few drinks.

“You and James!” she practically squeals, shaking your arm with gleeful energy. “You’ve been giggling like schoolkids all night. He had his arm around you! Just admit it already—you like each other.”

You groan. “Lils, we always do that.”

She rolls her eyes dramatically, clearly fed up with your refusal to see what she sees. And you? You’re fed up with everyone constantly implying that you and James must fancy each other. As if friendship isn’t enough.

“James and I are friends. That’s—”

“Best fucking friends,” James announces cheerfully, appearing out of nowhere and sliding your drink in front of you before placing the rest in the middle of the table.

“Exactly! Thank you,” you say, gesturing to him like he’s just proved your point.

Lily exhales sharply, throwing you a meaningful look before turning back to the group.

James sinks back into the booth beside you, draping an arm casually along the backrest behind your shoulders

“Try this,” he says, nudging his glass toward you. He’s been working his way through the list of ridiculous specialty mocktails on the menu and insists you sample every one. “It’s strawberry… something. You’ll like it.”

You take a sip. He’s right, obviously—it’s sweet and bright and tastes like summer. You smile up at him, pleased. “That’s really good. I’m getting one next round.”

He grins, radiant. “You can have that one, angel.”

You try to push the glass back, but he doesn’t let you. He’s about to insist again—mouth open, eyes soft—when a familiar voice cuts in.

“Why don’t you share your drinks like that with me, Moony?” Sirius whines from across the table, looking genuinely offended.

Remus sighs—meaning to sound exasperated, probably—but the fond look he gives his boyfriend tells a different story.

“We’ve been drinking the same thing all night, that’s why,” he replies, a smile starting to bloom on his lips. “And…” He glances your way with a teasing glint in his eye. “We’re not an old married couple like them.”

“Yeah,” Sirius mutters, barely above a breath, like it's a tragedy, “good thing they’re both fit.”

You let out a loud laugh. “We’re friends—”

“Best fucking friends.”

“—Not an old married couple. And honestly, you can’t say anything, Remus ‘Knitwear’ Lupin.”

“She’s not wrong,” James says with a quiet chuckle, sliding his hand to your back, fingers moving in lazy, absent-minded circles.

Remus only laughs, shaking his head, while Sirius looks scandalized—utterly betrayed on his boyfriend’s behalf.

“I like Rem’s knitwear, Trouble,” Sirius says, fixing you with a glare that would be more effective if his cheeks weren’t flushed from the drinks. “And I’d be very careful, or I’ll convince him to stop knitting your presents. Then all you’ll get are boring gift cards.” He nods solemnly, clearly impressed with his own threat.

You gasp dramatically, hand to your chest like he’s wounded you. “You wouldn’t.”

Sirius just giggles in response—giggles, which is never a good sign—so you turn to Remus, eyes wide, appealing.

“You wouldn’t let him, would you? You’ll still knit me things, Rem?”

Remus chuckles, shaking his head with a smile that promises yes, always.

That’s when you notice James—usually the loudest one at the table—has gone quiet. You turn toward him, curious, and catch the way he’s watching you. Soft eyes. That funny little smile he only wears when he thinks no one’s looking.

“You okay?” you ask, voice gentling with concern.

The question seems to pull him out of whatever haze he was in. His grin returns, bright and easy, like it never left.

“I’m great, angel.” He leans in, dropping his voice so only you can hear. “If Moony stopped knitting for you... I’d learn how to.”

You blink at him. “You? Knitting?”

He nods solemnly, one hand still warm against your back, and raises the other as if swearing an oath. “I’d do it for you. Even if it meant stabbing myself with the needles every five minutes. That’s how committed I am.”

You laugh, unable to help yourself. “You’re so dramatic.”

You’re laughing, and your cheeks are warm, and James is still looking at you like you’ve hung the stars—but you brush it off like you always do.

Because this is what you and James do. Banter, teasing, little smiles no one else gets—your own language that you’ve been speaking fluently for years. It’s not new. It doesn’t mean anything.

He nudges your knee with his own, still grinning like he’s won something. Like your laugh is enough.

And maybe it is. Maybe it always has been.

But then Lily shoots you another look across the table, all smug eyebrows and that annoying “I told you so” glint in her eye, and it hits you again like it always does—this sudden awareness of how everyone else sees you. You and James. As if it’s already written somewhere, carved into the stars or tucked between the pages of your shared history.

You take a sip of the strawberry-whatever to stall, trying not to frown. Because the truth is, you know how this looks from the outside. All the little things he does, the way you lean into him without thinking, the endless inside jokes—it paints a picture. A certain type of story.

Because he’s James. And you’re... you.

And no matter how many times Sirius winks or Mary raises a knowing brow or Lily insists you're in love, you don’t think there’s a universe where you and James actually get together. Not really.

You’re best friends. That’s it.

And maybe there’s something sacred in that. Something worth protecting.

Besides—he doesn’t fancy you. Not like that. And you certainly don’t fancy him. No matter how charming he is. Or how warm his laugh makes you feel. Or how he always saves you the last piece of your favourite treats even when he pretends he won’t. Or how he’s looking at you now like he’d burn down the world just to keep you smiling.

No. You don’t fancy each other. That would be... messy. Complicated. The end of everything easy and good between you.

And James Potter may be a lot of things, but he’s not your ending.

He’s your always.

So you take another sip of the mocktail he gave you and bump his shoulder with your own, like nothing ever passed through your mind. He bumps you back, that lazy smirk still on his lips.

The pub starts to empty in waves, voices thinning out as people stumble toward coat racks and lingering goodbyes. You're nestled deeper into the booth than you realized, lulled by warmth and easy laughter and the comfort of being surrounded by your people.

Eventually, someone suggests calling it. Mary’s already halfway into her coat, Sirius is trying to coax Remus into stealing pint glasses for their flat –something about the collection– and Lily kisses you on the cheek with a meaningful look before grabbing Marlene’s arm and disappearing toward the door in a burst of cold air and laughter.

And James?

James is exactly where he’s been all night—at your side, elbow brushing yours every time he moves. When you pull your coat on, he reaches over without thinking and helps tug the hood into place for you.

“You ready?” he asks, and it’s easy, familiar.

“Yeah. Thanks for driving.” You smile, a little sleepy now that the buzz is fading.

He shrugs like it’s nothing. “Wouldn’t trust anyone else to make sure you get home.”

The drive is quiet, but it’s not uncomfortable. Music hums low through the speakers—something you’ve heard a million times over, something James mumbles along to under his breath when he thinks you’re not listening. He’s one of those annoyingly good drivers too. One hand on the wheel, the other resting loosely between the seats, fingers drumming to the beat.

You glance over once and catch him mid-yawn, eyes crinkling at the corners as he grins at the road.

“Wanna come in?” you hear yourself ask when he pulls up in front of your place, your voice softer than you expect. “Just for a bit? I might put on a film.”

James looks at you, searching your face for something. Whatever he finds, it makes him smile—gentler than before. “Yeah,” he says. “I’d like that.”

You flick on the lights when you step inside, and it’s like muscle memory from there: shoes off, jacket thrown over the arm of the sofa, kettle filled. James leans against your kitchen counter like he belongs there. And he kind of does. There’s a mug he always uses in your cupboard. A hoodie of his in your laundry pile.

“What are we watching?” he asks, already padding into your living room, socked feet silent on the floorboards.

“Something easy,” you say. “Something we’ve seen before so I don’t actually have to pay attention.”

James shoots you a grin over his shoulder. “That for me or for you?”

You ignore the question, toss him the remote. “Dealer’s choice.”

You end up on opposite ends of the couch, legs tangled somewhere in the middle because it’s late and it’s cold and this is what you do. It’s not new.

The movie starts playing, dim blue light casting soft shadows across his face. You watch it for a while—or try to—but your thoughts start running at a mile a minute instead.

You try to focus on the movie. Really, you do. But all you can hear is Lily’s voice echoing in your head: “Just admit it already—you like each other.”

It’s not just her. It’s everyone.

Sirius, with his loud, theatrical gasps every time James passes you a drink. Marlene muttering “just kiss already” under her breath like it’s an inside joke. Even Remus, who’s supposed to be the voice of reason, always quirking a brow when James tosses an arm around your shoulder like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Which it is. It’s normal. It doesn’t mean anything.

But now? Now it’s stuck in your head. Every glance, every smile, every stupid joke he laughs too hard at—it’s all tinged with the weight of everyone else's expectations.

You lean your head back on the cushion and sigh.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” James asks, voice soft and scratchy with tiredness.

You glance at him. His eyes are still on the TV, but the corners of his mouth twitch like he already knows you’re spiraling.

You hesitate, then sit up a little. “Can I ask you something?”

His gaze flicks to you instantly. “Course.”

“Do you ever get… tired of everyone thinking we’re in love?”

James lets out a short breath, somewhere between a laugh and a groan. “All the fucking time.”

You nod, almost relieved. “Right? It’s like—just because we’re close doesn’t mean we’re secretly pining.”

“Exactly!” James says, animated now, like he’s been waiting for someone to validate this. “Like, we literally watched Sirius throw himself at Rem for years and no one said shit, but I pass you a drink and suddenly it’s like—‘When’s the wedding, James?’”

You snort, finally smiling. “It’s exhausting.”

“Truly.”

Silence falls again, but it’s different now.

“I just…” you start, voice quieter. “I wish there was a way to prove it, you know? That we don’t fancy each other. That this—” you gesture vaguely between the two of you “—this is just friendship.”

James raises a brow, half-amused. “You want, like… a presentation?”

You giggle. “Maybe.”

“Bullet points and everything?”

“‘All the reasons James Potter is categorically not in love with me.’”

“‘Exhibit A: the time I ate her last slice of pizza.’”

“‘Exhibit B: he never laughs at my best jokes.’”

“That’s a lie and you know it.”

Another beat passes. You look at each other.

There’s a flicker in James’ eyes—just a spark of something you can’t name—and it hits you, sudden and sharp, how close you are. His knee is still pressed against yours. His fingers are brushing your ankle like it’s nothing. Like it always has been.

You lick your lips. Heart hammering. And then—

“…We should kiss.”

James blinks. “What?”

You’re not even sure where the words came from. They just—slipped out. But now that they’re here, they feel oddly right. Inevitable.

You swallow. “We should kiss. Just once. To prove there’s nothing there.”

He stares at you, stunned into silence.

You rush to explain. “I mean—everyone keeps saying there is. And maybe if we just… did it, and it was awkward or bad or whatever, we could tell them and they’d drop it. They’d finally stop acting like we’re in some secret relationship.”

James is still staring, mouth slightly open.

You flush, heat creeping up your neck. “It’s stupid, forget it—”

“I’ll do it,” he says suddenly.

Your breath catches. “You will?”

He nods, slowly, like he’s still catching up with himself. “Yeah. If it’ll prove a point.”

You try to ignore the way your pulse spikes. “Right. Okay.”

With the room still mostly shrouded in darkness, it's difficult to make out the features of his face clearly. He shifts closer to you whilst manoeuvring your legs to settle beside you properly. There's little time to recognise the shift in his gaze as it pins to your lips before he's grinning and speaking again.

“What happens when you fall in love with me because of this?”

You snort, rolling your eyes, “Your ego’s fucking massive Potter, I’ll be fine.” you say, gently slapping his arm. “Not sure about you though.” he rolls his eyes and shakes his head at you, acting like you're the biggest nuisance in the world.

“Come on then.” you say, impatiently. James sighs, then nods, before he's raising a hand to cup your jaw. His touch is gentle, like he's holding something fragile, priceless. And then he's leaning in so slowly, allowing you the time to pull away in case you’d been joking.

You let your eyes fall shut, expecting his kiss as your hand drifts to rest on his knee. You don’t notice the faint hitch in his breath at your touch—it’s so subtle, it nearly slips past you. The kiss comes and goes in a heartbeat, a fleeting, chaste peck that barely brushes your lips. When his hand pulls away and he clears his throat, your eyes open. He doesn’t say a word.

Despite the fact you should feel happy that you felt nothing, there's a strange twisting feeling in your stomach. Like when you startle awake after dreaming that you're falling. Then it comes to you, that kiss wasn’t a real one it can’t prove anything.

“That wasn’t a proper kiss, James.” you say while looking down at your hands, not wanting to face him.

“You’re right.” you look up to see his bottom lip trapped between his teeth and you're startled by the sudden fascination with his mouth.

“You have to kiss me like you’d kiss someone you're in love with.”

James’ gaze drops to your lips and stays pinned there as he’s silent, thinking.

“I can do that… I think.”

“Come on then.” you joke as you take a deeper breath in.

James exhales, slow and steady, but you can see it—the way his fingers twitch slightly, like he’s restraining something. Like there’s a weight behind your words neither of you wants to name just yet.

“You’re sure?” he asks, voice quieter now, with none of that usual cocky lilt. It’s careful. Measured. He’s giving you one last out.

You nod. “It’s just a kiss.”

But it’s not. You both know that. It hasn’t been just a kiss since the moment you suggested it.

Still, you say it anyway, because it’s easier to pretend it’s simple.

James shifts closer, knees brushing yours again, the space between you shrinking by the second. His hand finds your jaw again—just like before—but this time his thumb lingers at your cheekbone, the pad of it brushing soft circles that make your heart lurch. There’s something almost reverent in his touch now, like he’s memorising every inch of you.

When he leans in this time, it’s slower. Like he’s moving through water. Like the world around you doesn’t matter anymore.

And when he finally kisses you, it’s nothing like the first time.

It’s not hesitant or performative or brief. It’s warm and aching and real.

James kisses you like he’s been waiting his whole life to do it. Like this isn’t about proving anything or making a point—it’s about you. About this.

His lips are soft and sure against yours, and when your hand slips up to grip the front of his jumper, he deepens the kiss with a low hum in the back of his throat, like he’s been holding that sound in for too long.

One of his hands slips down to your hip, shifting you closer, settling you on his lap. You go willingly, knees digging into the sofa at either side of his thighs as he tilts his head back to reach you better. Completely lost in each other, forgetting, you’re sure your lips will soon turn numb.

Your hands drift upward to settle around his neck and lightly tug the hair at the nape of his neck. James pulls you closer by the waist, chests flush and his mouth remains probing and searching on your own.

There’s the feeling of a smile in the kiss but you can’t tell who’s it is. You’ve fallen into a steady rhythm, easy and sweet, but when a noise is pulled from his throat you freeze, pulling away.

Looking down at him your face sits somewhere between concern and confusion. James stares right back at you panting, but otherwise seemingly unaffected.

“Forgive a man for getting distracted, angel.” he defends, like it's all your fault.

You know you should move away from him now. Really, you know. But there's a strange standoff happening where neither of you look away and neither of you move. Until you do.

It's hard to tell who moves in first, but the other reciprocates and you’re kissing again. James kisses you like a man starved. It's feverish and intense. It's everything.

You can’t help but grab hold of his hair, curls silky and soft through your fingers, giving them the slightest tug experimentally. It makes James shamelessly grind up against you. Nails digging lightly into the back of his neck, you gasp when his mouth leaves yours properly and latches onto your neck, lost in the bliss of it all, you grind down against him.

“Fuck, don’t do that,” His breath sounds strained. “can’t take it—“ His murmur is a rumble against your skin. You flush at the idea that he can’t contain himself because of this. Because of you.

When he pulls away, finished ravishing your neck, you come back down to earth, scrambling to remove yourself from his lap. His hair is messy, messier than usual, from your touch and his lips are red and kiss bitten.

You look to the far corner before you speak, unable to look at him now.

“... I guess we’ve proved we don’t fancy each other, then.”

You’re a liar and you know you are.

It’s been two days since the kiss. Two long, excruciating days where you haven’t spoken to James once. Not a text. Not a call.

You’ve replayed that night over and over in your head, hoping it would start to blur around the edges, lose its sharpness. But it hasn’t. If anything, it’s crystal clear—every touch, every sound, every look he gave you. And worst of all? You don’t even regret it.

You’re halfway through nursing a lukewarm coffee at the back corner of a café when Sirius slides into the seat across from you like he owns the place, all leather jacket and smug grin.

“Oi,” he says, tugging your cup toward himself and taking a sip without asking. “You’ve been avoiding us.”

You blink, startled. “Us?

As if summoned, Remus appears beside him, calm and neat in that way that makes you feel even more frazzled by comparison. “She’s definitely been avoiding James,” he says, not unkindly, as he slides into the seat beside Sirius.

Sirius throws an arm around Remus’ shoulders with dramatic flair. “And thus—by extension—the rest of us, tragically caught in the crossfire of whatever the hell is going on.”

You frown. “Nothing is going on.”

Sirius lets out a loud, derisive snort. “Right. Tell that to James, who has been moping around the flat like a Victorian widow.”

“I’m serious,” you say quickly.

Remus raises an eyebrow. “So are we.”

You roll your eyes. “Come on. He’s not moping.”

Sirius levels you with a look, all theatrics dropped. “He didn’t even yell at me for eating his last bag of crisps yesterday. He just sighed. Like—actual sadness sighing. Who even does that?”

Your heart sinks, but you try not to let it show. “He’s probably just… tired. He drove me home from the pub that night, maybe he’s still catching up on sleep.”

Sirius and Remus share a look.

Remus tilts his head. “That’s the night it started, you know.”

“I told you,” Sirius says, grinning now like he’s cracked a case. “Something happened in that car. Or after. Did you two fight?”

“No,” you say quickly. Too quickly. “Nothing happened.”

Sirius narrows his eyes at you. “You’re a terrible liar, you know.”

“I’m not lying,” you lie.

Remus leans in, voice quieter now, more careful. “We’re not trying to corner you. Just… we’re worried. About both of you.”

You take a long sip of your coffee, trying to buy time, but it’s cold and bitter and doesn’t help at all. You stare into the cup like it holds the answers. It doesn’t.

Sirius softens, which is somehow worse. “Look, we’re not asking for details. Just—maybe talk to him?”

You sigh. “I don’t know what I’d even say.”

“Try the truth,” Remus offers gently.

The truth is a mess, though. The truth is a blur of lips and hands and breathless gasps. It’s James’ eyes on yours in the dark, his fingers brushing your cheek like he was afraid you’d vanish. It’s the way you didn’t sleep that night, couldn’t sleep, because your skin still remembered the shape of his touch.

And the worst part? The worst part is you know what you felt wasn’t one-sided.

Sirius glances at his watch. “If you don’t call him, I’m sending him to your flat.” He threatens, leaving no room for argument.

You don’t call him.

You want to—God, you want to. You’ve picked up your phone half a dozen times just to stare at his name, thumb hovering over the call button like it’s going to electrocute you. But every time, something stops you. Some awful cocktail of fear and guilt and what-if. What if it was a mistake? What if he regrets it? What if he doesn’t, and you’re the one who ruins everything?

So you don’t call. You sit with the silence and let it suffocate you.

It's nearly midnight when there's a knock at your door.

Your heart jumps into your throat. For a second, you think about ignoring it, pretending you’re asleep, but you already know who it is.

You open the door anyway.

James is standing there, hoodie thrown on as if he’d left in a rush, curls messy and damp like he’d just run his hands through them a thousand times on the way over. His eyes flick across your face like he’s checking to make sure you’re real. Like he didn’t quite believe you’d actually answer.

He looks tired.

You swallow. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he echoes, voice low.

There's a silence. Tense. Tight. It stretches between you like a rubber band pulled too far.

“I wasn’t gonna come,” he says eventually, shifting on his feet. “Told myself you’d call. That I’d give you space.” He pauses. “But I waited. And waited. And you didn’t.”

Your chest aches.

“I know,” you say, barely above a whisper. “I just… I couldn’t.”

James steps past you without asking. You don’t stop him.

He makes his way into your flat like he always has- it’s muscle memory. Like he belongs here. And God, maybe he does.

“I’ve been losing my mind,” he says suddenly, turning to face you. “I thought we were okay and then it’s like you disappeared. No texts. No calls. Like it didn’t mean anything.”

“It wasn't supposed to mean anything, James.” you snap.

He flinches, like you’ve slapped him. You immediately regret it.

“I didn’t mean—” you start, but he cuts you off.

“You didn’t mean for it to mean anything,” he says, voice low. “But it did.”

You exhale shakily, crossing your arms like they can shield you from this. “We said it was just a kiss. To prove a point.”

“Yeah, well, that didn’t work,” he says, stepping closer. “Because I haven’t stopped thinking about you since.”

You glance away, blinking too quickly. “That’s not fair.”

“No, it’s not,” he agrees. “It’s not fair that I kissed you and everything changed and you’re acting like it didn’t.”

You hate this. Hate how right he is. Hate how vulnerable he looks standing in your living room like he’s afraid to breathe too hard and scare you off.

Your voice is quiet. “I didn’t know what to say.”

He’s quiet a beat. Then:

“Say anything.”

You hesitate. Your throat feels too tight. But then you force yourself to look at him, to see him.

“I love you,” you say. “And I don’t care if it’s wrong, I just do.”

James exhales, a slow, shaky breath like he’s been waiting for this—like he wasn’t sure he’d ever get it. “Say it again.”

“I love you,” you repeat, firmer now. “I love you and I’ve been trying not to. Because I thought it would ruin everything.”

He steps forward, hands gentle as they come to rest at your waist. “I’ve always loved you, I think.”

It breaks something open in your chest. This is real. This is terrifying. This is everything.

“But what if we mess it up?” you ask, voice trembling.

James gives you a soft, crooked smile—the one that’s always undone you. “Then we mess it up. Together.”

You laugh, a watery, disbelieving thing, before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in.

And when he kisses you this time, it’s not tentative or desperate. It’s steady. Sure. Like he knows you’re his.

Like he always has.

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a woman, not a wife. 💍

a/n: when i’m in a yearning competition and my opponent is james potter. this WRECKED me to write i was giggling kicking my legs screaming.

🎧 midnight rain - taylor swift, haunted- beyonce

warnings: smut, mdni, everyone is 18+, unprotected sex, breeding IM SORRY IT JUST HAPPENED, james is the giver (he gets the job done), mentions of james’ mental health being poor, mentions of not eating (nothing ED related)

You loved spring. Being born in late March would do that to you. You loved your birthday- well, you had done. Your whole life. Now, everyone was always weird to you about it, because it was the day before James’.

You had tried and failed at not thinking about James. Reminding yourself that you had broken up and that he definitely didn’t care anymore was usually enough for you. Sometimes it wasn’t, though, and you found him worming his way back into your head before you could stop it.

You shook your head to physically derail your train of thought, gazing out into the courtyard, perched in one of the sills that separated it from the busy corridor. You could hear people passing behind you, but you were focused on the grass just mere feet away from you. How it was constantly growing, getting better. Moving on from being cut. Even when the wind blew so forcefully that the flowers didn’t survive, the grass remained, secure in itself. You cursed yourself for envying grass.

While you were wishing you were a plant in the courtyard, James had been watching you gaze out of the window for a minute or so. He was meant to be on his way to potions, a lesson you were both supposed to be in, but was taking a short detour.

“You go,” he told the boys, who sighed at him and looked between one another, knowing it was no use.

“Hopeless twat.” Sirius told him sympathetically, but the three boys left anyway.

James was lost in thought about you. His mind was going over every memory he had of you, the sound of your laugh, the way you always had a story to tell, the way you just knew him. And how he now missed it all, which annoyed him more than he cared to admit.

Once you had finished moping about the grass being less of a sappy idiot than you were, you turned around to stand up. Your eyes were on your feet, at first, because it would be just your luck if you tripped and laddered your new tights, and you were clumsy.

When your gaze came up from the ground, they landed on James, who was looking at you. Every so often, since you had gone your separate ways, he would catch your eye and you’d forget, at first. You’d go instinctively to smile at him, or to reach out and push the stray hairs from his face, then remember it wasn’t your place anymore.

You stood still, fingers tightening around your bag so you didn’t drop it and make yourself feel even more stupid, and swallowed deeply.

James felt a pang in his chest every time you caught eyes now. A reminder that you were no longer his- that the two of you weren’t what you had been so sure would last forever. He hated it.

James shoved his hands into his pockets, for fear that if he didn’t he would reach out for you, take you by the hips and pull you flush against him so he could lean down and press a kiss to your forehead.

Instead, he opted to smile at you. It wasn’t a conscious choice to do it, but James told himself that was all he was allowed to do. Not one of his cocky, playful grins, though. A soft one, one like he used to give you when you’d tell him off for kissing you in a room full of people, or when you’d roll onto your front in the morning, prop yourself up on your elbows and stare down at him with tired eyes.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” you replied, stunned. You were unsure of whether it was the sun beating down on your back that was making you clammy, or the fact that James was stood in front of you, like he had a million times, and neither one of you was moving to touch the other. To be closer, never close enough.

He couldn’t tell if the feeling in his gut was desire or frustration, because James wanted nothing more than to touch you, but he couldn’t. He elected it something so, so much worse- unrequited love.

Oh, how wrong he was.

“Are you-“ you tried, but the words died in your throat, because they weren’t even close to what you wanted to say. “Are you alright?”

The same question you would ask James every time he’d turned up to your dorm, sat on the edge of your bed, staring at his hands while you rubbed small circles into his back and encouraged him to talk about it. Every time you caught him pushing a hand through his hair and tugging at the roots, an indicator he was stressed. Every time you’d prefaced the words with ‘oh, darling.’ as you pulled him into your embrace, running your hands soothingly up and down his arms.

“Yeah.” he said finally. “You?”

You nodded, because if you had spoken your answer, it would have been a dead giveaway that you were lying.

Your heart hammered as you stared back at James, because you knew that if he didn’t say something mean to you, you’d start getting ahead of yourself again, and convince yourself it was all just a horrible dream- that you wanted the same thing, that nothing had changed, and the three weeks you’d been apart never happened.

A part of James hated himself for making you nod, instead of hearing that you were fine in your voice. Your voice, because if there was one thing of yours that he couldn’t get enough of, it was your voice. Soft and melodic, always laced with a touch of sarcasm, even when you had just woken up and were trying to blink the sleep from your eyes.

But he couldn’t afford himself that luxury anymore. So he stood where he was, watching you carefully, almost as though he was searching for something in your eyes.

“Did you have a good birthday? Last week?” James asked, because he really did want to know. He’d spent the whole day minding his own business, not causing any trouble or drawing any attention to him, so that you could have it the way you wanted it, somewhat normal in the midst of all this mess.

“Yeah.” you smiled faintly, looking at the floor for a second. Your birthday was an odd occasion, because the girls tried to make it extra special for you. As if one day of being back around everyone else would make you forget that you had ruined every a fortnight before. That the next day, you’d wake up at a sensible time, instead of at the crack of dawn to sneak into James’ dorm and vow to make the whole day about him.

“Did you?”

James remembered those days, when you dragged him out of bed before anyone else was awake, with your fingers wrapped gently around his wrists and a sleepy smile on your face as you climbed onto his bed.

‘Get up now if you want to eat your birthday cake for breakfast.’ you would say, taking his face in your hands.

“Yeah, it was alright.” James said dismissively, but he couldn’t help the corners of his mouth tugging into a smile at the memory of you. “Didn’t eat my cake at the crack of dawn, though.”

“Why not?” you let a smile spread across your own lips, now, as you let go of your bag, dropping it onto the floor with a quiet thud- a giveaway that you were relaxing, finally.

“Because I didn’t have you waking me up at five o’clock.” James said, and it came out slightly more poignantly than he had intended at first. “I thought about it, though.”

“You should have,” you shrugged, still smiling softly. “I actually thought about waking you up, but- didn’t want it to be… weird.”

“You should have.” James echoed your words. Should have seemed to be the dominant theme, at the moment, and James found himself cursing every should have- every time he walked past you and should have said hello; every time you asked him if he was alright and he should have said no, this is torture, please come back to me.

You giggled shyly, looking away from James for a second, feeling the need to focus your gaze somewhere else. Somewhere that wasn’t a six foot tall reminder of the worst loss you’d ever suffered.

“Okay.” was all you said, smiling. “Are you going to class?”

James caught the quick glance you had spared at the floor, and wanted nothing more than to reach out and lift your chin up with his fingers, to force you into looking at him again.

He just shook his head at your question instead.

“I have to see Poppy.” James replied, suddenly feeling more embarrassed than he ever had to admit something to you. “You know-”

“Yes. I know.” you smiled sympathetically. James frequented the hospital wing almost as much as Remus did. He’d always been candid with you about his mood, because sometimes you worked under Madame Pomfrey at the weekends, since you wanted to pursue a career in healing.

Depressive, she called him, but you thought that made James sound a bit more mopey than he was. Apparently that was the proper term for it.

You were worried about James as of late, not knowing the toll that breaking up would’ve had on him. It was a habit of yours to ask him frequently how things were, because you didn’t quite understand, at first, but you wanted to.

“How are you coping?”

“Like complete shit.” he laughed, but there was no humour in it at all. James ran a hand through his hair again, looking down at you.

“No-” he started, biting the inside of his cheek. “No, it’s been-”

He felt a lump forming in his throat, because James had never struggled to talk to you before, and now he was struggling to get a single sentence out.

“Oh, James.” you replied, trying and failing to drop the sadness from your tone. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” he murmured, because he didn’t want you to blame yourself. “I understand, it’s- we want different things.” James took a deep breath, but it didn’t do much to calm his racing heart, especially not when you were looking at him like that- like you still loved him.

“Yeah.” your gaze drifted to the floor as you said it.

Three weeks ago, when you sat on James’ bed crying your eyes out, you both came to the conclusion that maybe you just wanted to go different ways with your lives. James wanted it all, a massive wedding, a house like his parents’, a football team of kids.

You wanted life: travel; a career; love that grows and strengthens over time, instead of exploding like a firework- pretty at first, but sure to fizzle out eventually.

It had never occurred to either of you when you sat there in the middle of the night- bed curtains closed, window curtains open, wiping each other’s tears away- that maybe you could have had both. Since then, because all you had done was think about James, the thought had crossed your mind a few times, but you pushed it out, because you had missed your chance. The deal was done.

As much as he wanted to spend forever staring into your eyes, James knew that if he did, he might say something he regretted.

So James stayed silent for a couple of moments, his gaze focused on you. He took in the way you chewed lightly on your lip, how you rubbed your palms against your skirt- all things you did when you were nervous.

“There was a party- on my birthday.” he said finally, rocking back and forth on his heels. “You should have been there.”

“I was.”

James looked at you like you’d just stabbed him.

“I spent the whole night miserable in the windowsill.” you laughed dryly. “You looked like you had fun. That was all I wanted, just to make sure- make sure you were okay. And you were.”

James nodded, and it was his turn to shift his gaze to the floor. Okay was the general consensus at the moment, but okay didn’t mean good, or happy, or coping well, it just meant not completely coming apart at the seams.

Even then, okay felt like a bit of a stretch for James. He was good at putting it on, coming off as confident when he didn’t feel it.

“I was pretending.” he admitted, rocking back and forth on his heels, gaze still on the floor.

You nodded, reaching down to grab your bag from where you’d dropped it by your feet.

“I know.”

James just watched you as you picked your bag back up, a mix of irritation and despair rising rapidly in his chest. He didn’t want you to leave, he wanted you to yell at him, to kiss him, to just do something.

“Where are you going?” he ended up asking.

“Common room.” you replied, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “I have a free. I’ll see you, James.”

He bit the inside of his cheek, and nodded at your response. Then, just as you started to walk away, he suddenly said, “Wait, one more thing.”

“Yeah?” you turned on your heels, hair fanning out around you as you did.

James took a deep, shuddery breath as soon as he saw you standing there, before deciding that the best course of action was to swallow his pride and just say it.

“I still love you.” he admitted, hands shoving into his pockets.

“I still love you.” you answered, the remnants of a smile on your face. You answered casually, as you used to when James would kiss you goodbye, and tell you I love you, my girl. The words were different, sure. They were evidence of change, of the loss you’d both suffered, but they were said in the same way. Time might have passed, but the love stayed. You knew it wasn’t dissipating any time soon.

“Bye.” you told him, smiling, and then you walked away.

You didn’t see James again until after you had skipped dinner that evening. All of the girls were still down in the hall, so you were alone in the dorm.

The intention had been to put some soft music on and get some homework done, but, as it usually panned out lately, you found yourself laying out on the bed, blasting the record, and thinking about how much you missed James.

Before today, it seemed nonsensical to you to go back to James and tell him you still loved him. That you’d been moping for weeks, a ghost of a girl, desperate to wake up in the morning having dreamed it all.

You had broken up, agreed to go your separate ways, so that was that, whether or not it was the worst decision you’d ever made.

Wait, one more thing.

You felt like an idiot. To be frank, you felt exactly the same way you did when you first got together with James, and Sirius and Remus shoved him through the door of your dorm and slammed it behind them, with a chaste, synchronised “James has something to tell you!”

I still love you.

You didn’t know why you expected James to move on. You could never have possibly pictured him, James Potter, still being hung up on someone three weeks after agreeing to split up. You just assumed that he would stay the way he was, sunshine in a bottle, and you would change enough for the both of you.

But fuck, James was hung up on you.

He loved you so dearly, with everything he had because it was all he had, and he still never felt like it was enough. James loved hard. He loved everyone hard. That was just his way. But you, you were his whole world. His Earth; bringing him in and making him feel grounded. You felt like home because you were his home. You were everything. The whole world. An angel. His angel.

Everything James thought, he showed you. He’d whisper it in your ear in the middle of the night, he’d tell you he thought you were beautiful in front of his friends, he’d grab you and kiss you after winning a Quidditch game, he’d grab you and kiss you after losing a Quidditch game.

Now, though, James had no one to tell it to. Before- when it was okay to love you- he’d have no problem shouting it from the rooftops, but now James wasn’t supposed to love you. He was supposed to leave you, to not look at you and feel as if he were going to burst. James was never one for doing as he was told.

His legs brought him up the stairs before his mind had registered it, and he stopped in front of the door. This time, there was no one to pound on it, to wrench it open and shove James through it, then slam it shut behind him and hold it closed in case he tried to escape.

James was younger- shorter, too, and more naïve- the first time he stood, nervous about whether or not you’d want him to be in love with you. He’d never thought it would happen again.

You sighed when you heard the door, closing your eyes. Your peace had finally been disturbed. It was most likely to be one of the girls, knocking so that they didn’t disturb you if you were crying.

They tried to get you to come down for dinner, but you couldn’t be told. It wasn’t that you weren’t wanting to eat like Lily worried about- Lily was always nervous that her friends weren’t eating well- but because you didn’t have the effort in you to go all the way down and back up. Marlene vowed to sneak you up something good, anyway.

“Come in!” you called, and secretly, you had hoped it was Marlene. There was something about her that was just so comforting when you were upset, even though she was far from it on the surface. The other girls were always soothing and condescending, Marlene only did it when she had to.

When he heard your voice, James sighed. He’d never been particularly nervous to see you before, which is the reason he took a few more moments to open the door, pushing it open, and letting it fall closed behind him, the small click making it sound rather final as it shut.

He was met with the sight of you lying on the bed, hair splayed out around your head as a record blared softly in the background. The way you looked up at the door as it opened made you look so innocent that it broke James’ heart when it was quickly replaced by a look of shock.

“James.” you sat up abruptly, reaching out to twist the dial of your record player, turning it down. It was Lily’s really, but you girls shared everything.

You blinked a few times, trying to establish if this was some sick and twisted candlelight hallucination you were having. As you sat up, you realised it wasn’t, and you felt as if you had been in this situation before.

James stood up straight, shoving his hands into his pockets. He felt stupid and embarrassed, because he suddenly felt like he did a few years ago- terrified of saying the wrong thing and losing his chance.

“Um, I just-” he began, but immediately wanted to kick himself for it not being a witty first sentence.

Concern clouded over your face, and you swung your legs off of the bed so you could stand up. You didn’t cross the room, but you took a few steps away from your bed, stopping a few feet away from James.

“Are you alright? What are you doing here?”

“Yeah, fine.” he nodded, swallowing. “Listen..”

James had never struggled quite like this before. He’d been confident in his entire life- in everything he’d done, and everyone he’d met. His mouth had always run away with him, which was often the butt of a joke from the other marauders, but right now, right here, he felt like a small child. Words were failing him, and James never had trouble with words.

“I’m listening.” you told him gently, nodding softly as you caught his eye. “I’m listening.”

As confident and as cocky as James outwardly appeared to everyone else, the people closest to him knew that every now and then, James needed reassuring. He got in his own head when his feelings were too big to squash down; and sometimes he just needed to talk about it. He didn’t even really care if anyone understood, just as long as they listened.

James took a breath, and you noticed the shake in it as he inhaled. He wanted to reach out and touch you, but he couldn’t do it. It was getting increasingly harder to remind himself that he wasn’t supposed to love you, not when you were looking at him like you did.

“I know we want different things,” he began suddenly, the words blurting out before he could stop them. “I get that, love, I do. But this is torture.”

You swallowed, dropping your gaze to the floor. It was a while since you’d had the conversation, the I’m not just a wife, I’m a woman, conversation, and it wasn’t one you’d wanted to have again.

“Okay...” you said at first, because James looked like he was gearing up to say a bit more.

James folded his arms, trying to stop himself from fidgeting. He was worried that if he didn’t stop, he’d have to do something more embarrassing than fidgeting, like run and hug you.

“I miss you.” he said, and his voice broke halfway through the simple sentence, the words coming out more desperate than he had planned. “I want a future with you. I- We can make it work. The future I want, and the one you want, we can make them go together.”

“I don’t know.” you sighed, your own voice shaky. “I don’t want to take away your idea of a life because I want something different, that’s not fair. You deserve someone who wants the same thing you do.”

“I know that’s what we said, and I thought it too.” James replied, pushing a hand through his hair and tugging unconsciously at it, a nervous habit of his. “But I’ve gone three weeks without you, love, and it’s been the worst three weeks of my life. You might be absolutely fine, in which case I’ll sound like a complete twat, but I just- you should know. I really love you still.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but you couldn’t quite muster up any words yet, because there was nothing you could say to disagree with James.

“If you say no, I’ll drop it,” James rushed to say. “I swear.” he added, knowing that was a very unlikely outcome. “But..”

You sighed, because it really, really, really annoyed you when James was right. When he read you so accurately that you just couldn’t deny him, you wanted to smack him upside the head. Make him as dumb as he pretended to be.

“I mean, I’m not- I’m not fine,” you began. “But I’m serious about my future. I’ve never been a wife, you know that.”

“I know,” James said softly. He’d been fully aware of the fact that you never wanted to be a housewife, and he’d never expected you to. It was something he loved about you; that you always knew what you wanted and didn’t let anyone sway you. “Darling, I don’t want you to be a wife, just my wife, I just- I wanna be with you. Whatever that looks like.”

The massive bang of the butterfly-cannon went boomf in your stomach, and you closed your eyes, sighing at the feeling. After three weeks of nothingness, loneliness, and moping, you had missed the James Potter Effect like you’d never missed anything before.

It was also very difficult for you to hide the smile that was spreading across your face. You thanked the world it was dark, because it meant James couldn’t see you flushing.

“James-” you began, and the smile just kept growing, as hard as you tried not to let it.

There was a certain pride that came with watching you falter, in a way. James couldn’t help the smirk that spread onto his lips, because he knew- there it was, he’d been the reason for your smile, and the blush that was definitely more obvious than you thought. He had you now.

“I love you.” he said quickly, trying to keep the smile on your face for as long as possible.

“You’re good.” you laughed, shaking your head. “I’ll hand it to you, you’re good.”

“I know that.” he said, the smile on his face widening at the sound of your laugh. It felt like it had been years since he’d even heard it.

James was filled with a new confidence, now that he knew he’d got you listening. “C’mere.”

You had never been given an instruction that was easier to follow. You stepped forward, dropping your head onto James’ shoulder, still smiling like a schoolgirl, and getting a weird sense of deja vu.

You wrapped your arms around James, and you just laughed against him in disbelief. “I love you.”

“I love you.” he muttered, resting his chin on top of your head, and bringing his arms up to wrap around your waist.

James was immediately filled with a sense of relief, a feeling like he could finally breathe again, because there you were, in his arms. He had you back.

You didn’t know how he did it. You didn’t know how he did it the first time round, when he stood rooted to the same spot and asked you if he could give you a hug.

You also didn’t know how he did it just then, but there was just something about James that was so impossible to stay away from. You don’t know why you ever tried.

You just grinned as you let James squeeze you, but then he mumbled something you couldn’t quite hear.

“Hm?”

“Promise me we’ll be smart about this.” James said, pulling his head up so he could look you in the eye. “Promise me we’ll talk about everything, and we won’t avoid stuff, just to save the other person’s feelings, alright?”

“Course.” you smiled, gazing up at him.

“I missed your smile,” he told you, bringing a hand up to cup your face. He brushed his finger over your bottom lip, pulling it lightly towards him slightly. That had been another thing he missed about you- he hated going to sleep without you, that was bad enough, but it had been downright torture not being able to kiss those pretty lips goodnight.

How did he keep doing it?! You felt yourself twitch as James stared longingly down at you, and his words made you laugh quietly and shake your head.

“You are too smooth for your own good.”

“Mm, am I?” he asked, raising an eyebrow, and tilting his head to the side. He hadn’t broken eye contact once, drinking in all the pretty details of your face. He was sure he’d die if you didn’t kiss him soon.

And you were sure that your knees were going to buckle if James kept talking to you like that, so to stop yourself from hitting the deck, you leaned up onto your tiptoes, kissing him sweetly.

James made the sweetest sound as he felt your lips on his, and he decided he actually didn’t ever want to move again. He’d have been happy to stay that way forever. He pressed soft kisses on your lips, over and over, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Love you,” you grinned against James’ lips. “Missed you. Love you.”

“Fuck, fuck, I missed you.” James breathed, trying to take in the feeling of having you close to him after the time you spent apart. “Don’t- Don’t ever make me go that long again.”

“No, of course not, never.” you told him, running your fingers through his hair as you leaned in to kiss him again- a little more feverishly this time.

James hummed lovingly against your lips, and he could feel his brain stop functioning. It gradually stopped whirring with thoughts, slowing down more and more, and when he reached out to snake his arms around your waist and tug you closer by splaying his palms out across the small of your back, James felt his brain shut off completely.

You weren't far off of total shutdown, and although you could feel the unspilled tears stinging your eyes, and it still felt like there was a catch in your lungs, you relaxed. Instead of running through his hair, your fingers travelled down to fiddle absently with the collar of James' shirt, just tracing over it.

You supposed that you were making up for three weeks of lost time. That was how it felt for James, anyway, who was holding you as if you were planning on slipping away and darting out of the door at any given moment. He was just relieved that he had you back, given that forcing himself up to your dorm to talk to you was him throwing a final Hail Mary at a life with you. James told himself that if it missed, he'd walk away, and that would be you out of his life forever.

He took a moment to thank the stars that it landed. Especially when your hands slid a little further down and started unclasping his buttons.

“Love,” he began, tilting your chin up. “You sure?”

“I missed you very much.” you replied, looking James in the eye with certainty. “I’m sure if you are.”

James couldn’t argue with that, so a smile spread across his face and he reached down to kiss you again, a little bit deeper this time. He pushed his hands under your shirt and spread them out across your waist, tugging you closer.

You took two steps back, hitting the edge of your bed and collapsing onto the mattress with James on top of you.

Your legs parted so that James’ hips could fall into place between them, and you let out a soft sigh of relief at the feeling, after going without it for what felt like years.

James had a strange relationship with sex. Before you, he’d had enough sex to know what he was doing, and for fuck’s sake, he was a teenaged boy, so it felt good. Any time someone breathed in the general direction of his dick, it felt good.

But even though sex for James felt good, and he understood well enough how to do it, it wasn’t until you that he understood why. Why someone might possibly sacrifice their own pleasure for the sole purpose of giving it to somebody else. Why someone might crave the feeling of being so close, so intimate with someone else, and crave it so deeply that it drives them mad.

You do it for love.

Until you, James wasn’t in the habit of doing it for love. But the way that you gazed up at him when he slotted himself above you, the way you pleaded for him to make you feel good not because you wanted to feel good, but because you needed him to be the one doing it, and no one else? That was doing it for love.

“James,” you called softly, snapping James right out of his thoughts as you sat up slightly, reaching behind you to unhook your bra. You leaned up to kiss him, just a chaste peck to his jaw. “Are you okay?”

James just laughed to himself, nodding down at you as he watched you shrug off your bra and toss it onto the floor. He had never been more okay.

“I was just thinking about you.” he admitted, running his hands up under your skirt to hook into your underwear. “How much I missed you.”

You gasped when James slid your underwear all the way off of your legs, and you gasped even louder when he leaned down to press a kiss to the inside of your thigh, disappearing under your skirt.

You tasted every bit as sweet as he remembered, but even then, James swore it was better this time. His hands roamed over your thighs, gripping and digging into your skin as his tongue swirled over your core.

You dropped your head back and shoved a hand into James’ hair, a filthy, almost pornographic moan escaping from your lips.

“Fuck!”

James almost found himself smirking against you as he heard the sound coming out of you, and he tightened his grip on you to keep you still as his tongue worked against your clit, because it had been far, far too long since he’d had you like this.

The first time James ever went down on you was the first time he had ever been down on anyone. When he told you that afterwards, you laughed, because you thought he was joking. That was enough explanation as to how good James was at giving head. He was just naturally a giver.

Your thighs threatened to crush his head as James flattened his tongue against you and began to drag it slowly over your clit, just the way he knew you liked it, almost immediately.

“James- oh, fuck,” you cried, dragging your hips away from his mouth and then bucking them up again, almost fucking yourself against his tongue.

James took this as a challenge, and pressed the palms of his hands to your waist to hold you down stop you from doing it again, and instead, he began sucking on your clit, desperate to hear you whine.

You gasped, hips snapping upwards at the feeling, but you weren’t given ample time to react to it, because you were then ambushed with two fingers sinking into and curling sharply upwards, hitting the right spot inside of you instantly.

“Fucking hell!” you gasped loudly, your back arching off of the bed.

“Yeah?” James smiled against your core, laughing teasingly and sending vibrations rocketing up through you at lightning speed, which made you moan noisily again. With the hand that wasn’t pumping two fingers in and out of you, James reached under your thigh to hook it over his shoulder so that he could press himself even closer up against you.

He elected to sacrifice being able to breathe properly. Really doing it for love.

“Yeah!” You clenched your jaw and squeezed your eyes shut, inhaling short, sharp breaths through your teeth. Your chest started to heave up and down quicker, and you could feel the need to tense up growing stronger. You sounded like an angel, and James had never heard a sweeter noise in his life.

His free hand pushed its way up your skirt, and you could feel his hand flatten against your stomach, holding you down gently. You knew what was coming, and you babbled incessantly, trying to get yourself ready for it.

As soon as James pressed down on your stomach, it was like he was flicking a switch. Your vision blurred, and you came, hard, hips juddering upwards, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you all-but screamed, clamping a hand over your mouth as you realised there was no silencing charm on the dorm.

“Fuck-” James hummed against your skin, and he slowly worked you through your orgasm with his fingers, until he pulled them out, bringing them up to his mouth.

Your jaw dropped, your eyes widened, and you forgot all about the fact that you had just came. The sight of James, topless, leaning over you, sucking the taste of you from his fingers? That was enough to soak you straight through all over again.

“Fuck me.” you begged, but it was more of a breathy command than a plea.

James smirked wider, and wiped his chin with the back of his hand, still hovering above you on the bed.

“S’that what you want?”

“Don’t make me beg.”

“Course not, angel.” James told you, dipping down to run his tongue, his fucking filthy tongue, over your nipple, making you hiss when the cold air hit your wet skin as he pulled back.

James’ dick was straining furiously against his clothes, so while he was leaving a trail of wet, red marks across your chest, he was popping open the button on his trousers and shoving his boxers down off of his legs.

You closed your eyes, dropping your head back and wondering how you could ever have gotten yourself into a situation so dirty.

Then James rested one hand on your face and slid all the way into you, and you remembered.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you.” James murmured, as he started to drive his hips against yours. Slowly, at first, knowing you’d most likely be sensitive. “I’ve missed you, angel, so much-”

You moaned, nodding gently as you caught James’ lips in another kiss, humming lowly as you felt him start to fuck slightly faster into you.

“So pretty, my girl, so fucking pretty,” he huffed against your skin, one hand holding himself up and the other dragging slowly over one of your tits, palming it gently. “Missed you so much, never letting you go again.”

James pushed your legs up, bending your knees and leaning over you so that he was fucking you even deeper, all to hear the sound of you underneath him, whimpering because it felt so good.

The record scratched in the corner of the room, next to your bed, and you caught a glimpse of it flipping itself, a spell that you had spent ages trying to master. You still couldn’t get the needle to lift without scratching.

In the few seconds before the record set itself back down on the turntable, and the needle lowered, the only noises in the room were James’ laboured breaths and your rapid, whiny moans.

James barely noticed the record. He hadn’t really noticed much of anything but the feeling of you around him, under him, grabbing hold of him. You were everything.

“Fuck, James,” you gasped. “Love you-“

“Love you- fuck-!” James groaned, driving his hips down against yours once more. “Don’t stop, angel, just- nngh, fuck, keep talking like that-”

“I love you, I love you.” you let the words spill from your lips more times than you think they ever had before, mixed in with desperate mutterings of James’ name, until the words felt funny in your mouth.

“Oh, angel- So good, so pretty-” James gasped after a few more moments, dropping his face into your neck and sucking hard on the skin of your collarbone, because he was starting to feel that familiar tug deep in his stomach- the one that meant that he was getting close.

With the hand that wasn’t keeping himself from collapsing on top of you (which was growing weaker by the second), James pressed his fingers back up against your core, his mouth falling open in sync with yours as he grazed the sensitive area, making you cry out.

It didn’t hurt- well, it did, but it hurt in the way that made you want it more- the way that lets you know that just beyond the pain is a whole new wave of pleasure, one that’s worth the sacrifice. You had crossed the line from overstimulated to purely masochistic, and you moaned loud and rough at the sensation.

“You love me?” James asked, his chest heaving as he gazed down at you.

“Yes, yeah, I love you!”

“You ever gonna leave me again?”

“No, James- fuck! Never. I love you!”

James nodded, leaning back on his knees and hooking his now free hand over your thigh to pull you deeper onto him, his hips driving into you harder every time.

“My girl,” he huffed, staring lovingly down at you through his glasses. Those fucking glasses. They were enough to do it for you alone. “My girl, gonna make you mine forever, gonna come in you, angel.”

Your jaw dropped. All you could do was nod, breaths shallowing even more as James’ fingers starting moving more quickly over your clit, and you felt the same feeling as you had moments ago, but amplified- slightly more tense, slightly harder to chase, but so much better.

A string of moans escaped your pretty lips, and James’ eyes locked onto them, his gaze glued to your mouth as he rubbed at your core.

“You want it, angel?”

“Yes- yes! Fuck, James-!” you gasped, barely able to get the words out as you came for the second time, hips stuttering harder than before, feeling the aftershock hit you sooner than it had the first time round.

James couldn’t have held on any longer if he tried. Not when he felt you clenching around his dick, and crying his name as you came for the second time that day because of him.

“Oh- oh, fuck- ah!” James whined, fucking into you a final time and falling forward as he did, shoving his face back into your neck, breath hot on the skin behind your ear.

You felt the rush of warmth shoot up into you, and it only added to your own high, making it burn from the inside out, warm, and strong.

“Fuck,” James groaned, his head dropping onto your chest, still buried inside of you as he caught his breath.

“Yeah.” you sighed, trying to find your own breath. The only problem you had was the fact that everything that James had just fucked into you was now leaking out, which felt fucking good, but you were also conscious of the fact it was making a mess. “Fuck- hang on, it’s- mmph, getting on the bed.”

James nodded, pushing himself up slightly so he could pull out of you with a soft hiss, flopping down onto his back next to you. He pushed his glasses up, rubbing at his face.

You glanced over at James when he wasn’t looking, and you thank whatever celestial beings had sent him your way. Not just because he was so determined to fuck you right, but because he needed you to know how much he loved you, cared for you, and wanted you. Whilst he was fucking you right.

He was panting slightly, still slightly out of breath, but the smirk on his face showed that he was happy, satisfied. He turned his head, locking eyes with you.

James was just thrilled to bits to have you back in his arms. Just for you to be his again. He wanted to be allowed to come near you without things being awkward, to snake a hand around your waist as he came up behind you in the hallway, to run straight to you with news, or a prank idea, or just to tell you he loved you.

“Still got it.”

“It’s been three weeks.”

James laughed at his own stupid joke, nodding. He pushed some of the hair from your face, and you felt the familiar feeling in your stomach that would arise every time James smiled at you. It was like a strange sort of fluttering, an embarrassingly juvenile feeling, but you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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brokenmenswhore · 10 months ago

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just wondering if you could write a poly!marauders fem!reader smut about reader being insecure to lose her virginity to her best friends because she has a small bit of jiggle on the tummy, like she's one of those mid size girls and she says she either wants to be a large girl or a small girl because she hated how medium is such an awkward size?

oh you’ve come to the right person 🫶🏻 i’m midsize myself and i know the feeling like no other. i know the struggle, but i also know how fucking beautiful (and how fucking hot) a squishy tummy is. this one is personal to me. thank you for trusting me with this 🖤

midsize | poly!marauders

pairing: poly!marauders x fem!reader (james, remus, & sirius)

warnings: smut (MDNI 18+), biting/marking, body issues/dysmorphia, self-degredation

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Your body relaxed back into the mattress as James kissed you, one hand holding your waist as the other supported himself next to your head. Your fingers tangled in his hair, deepening the slow, sweet kiss as your head melted into the pillow.

The longer you stayed there, the deeper the kiss became. James pressed his hips into you, trying to get any friction he could without crossing a boundary. You hadn’t had sex with any of your best friends yet, and he was constantly nervous that he would make a move that felt like he was pressuring you.

He pressed his semi-hard, clothed length into your thigh, and a small whimper left your lips, catching the attention of Sirius and Remus.

It was typical for you to make out with any of them, but rare there was anything more to it than a kiss, including a noise.

James immediately stopped, pulling away and searching your eyes for any sense of pain or uncertainty. “You okay?”

“Yeah, why?” you responded, unsure as to what you did that caused him to stop.

“You made a little noise, I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t hurting you or anything,” James explained, seemingly reading your thoughts.

“You weren’t,” you assured him, giving him a sweet smile and pulling him back down to you. He took the hint and kissed you again, your lips moving in sync, except he kept his hips raised away from you.

You decided to just say fuck it and go for it, moving your hand to lightly rub James’s cock over his pants.

The moment you touched him, he inhaled a sharp breath and pulled away again. He didn’t remove your hand, but looked down to make sure he was truly feeling what he thought he was feeling. The others caught on quick to his predicament.

“Whatcha doin, doll?” Sirius asked, slumped in a chair, watching the scene unfold.

Your cheeks turned to a slight hint of red, but you didn’t pull your hand away. “Nothing.”

“That’s not nothing, angel,” James spoke, “if you’re ready for more, all you have to do is ask for it.”

All three boys watched you intently, impatiently awaiting your response.

You sighed. “I think I’m ready for, like, it, I just-“

You couldn’t even finish the sentence, you were so nervous about speaking your insecurities out loud.

James leaned back and sat on the bed, giving you your space to sit up, pressing your back against the headboard as you crossed your legs. Remus joined him, sitting on the edge of the bed and taking one of your fidgeting hands in his.

“What’s going on, doll?” he asked, rubbing your hand with his thumb as he held it.

You had of course thought about losing your virginity before, and it was unspoken between you and your best friends that it would most certainly be to one of them. You were comfortable with them, and you had all been open with one another about it. They knew you would come to them when you were ready, and you knew they wanted you to. However, you had seen the girls they had been with, and they were all either perfectly skinny or perfectly big. Perfect, pretty, and a solid size. You thought if they truly saw you, they wouldn’t want you anymore.

How could you possibly explain that to them?

Instead of explaining, the thoughts overwhelmed you, and you began to cry. Hysterically.

“Woah woah woah,” Sirius panicked, rushing over to the bed and sitting directly next to you, facing you, and pulling your head to his chest to give you support as you cried. Remus never let go of your hand.

You sat there for a good five minutes before you started to force your breathing to calm down, pulling away from Sirius and wiping away your tears with the back of your shirtsleeve.

Sirius placed a hand on your cheek and dipped his head until he met your now red and puffy eyes. “Talk to me,” he said.

He really meant “talk to us,” but when you were upset, Sirius oftentimes was so focused on you that he legitimately forgot about James and Remus for several moments at a time. He also knew that sometimes it was easier for you to open up if you directed your attention to only one of them, instead of the overwhelming concern of all three.

“You don’t have to be ready right now,” Sirius said, the silence killing him, “if you’re not, you’re not. I don’t think James would mind if you just wanted to take a little baby step. It’s not all or nothing, doll, you’re in control. Just talk to us. Please.”

You took a deep breath, attempting to collect your thoughts as you met his worried gaze. “I’m not skinny.”

Your statement caught Sirius off guard. He was so lost, he had no idea what to say. He turned to Remus and James for help, but they were equally as confused as he was.

Remus slightly squeezed your hand to draw your attention to him. “Why do you say that?”

“Because I’m not,” you sniffled, “I’m not blind, Rem, I see the girls you guys sleep with, and I have self awareness.”

Sirius usually spoke casually, avoiding the seriousness of conversations, in order to keep the mood light. “You think that matters to us? The last girl James was fucking before he met you was Molly Prewett, and she was a big, big girl, but that didn’t matter, because that never matters.”

“Yeah, but that’s also my point,” you continued, “Molly’s gorgeous and she’s large. I’m not just large, but I’m not just small either. My stomach is the worst thing about me. I’m this weird, gross, awkward fucking in between middle size that no one likes.”

James and Remus sighed. They couldn’t comprehend how you could think this way about yourself. They were at a loss for words.

Sirius, though, was never at a loss for words.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Baby, you have absolutely no idea how absolutely fucking stunning you are. You’re in the perfect body for you. I guarantee you not a one of us has an issue with it.”

None of them had ever called you baby before. There wasn’t actually a label on your relationships, so you just referred to them as your best friends. Baby was something you knew they reserved for their girls. They had never said it to you.

Your head was down, your eyes trained on your unoccupied hand that was toying with the hem of your skirt. “You called me baby,” you spoke, nearly a whisper, so low Sirius almost didn’t catch it.

Sirius smiled, “yeah, baby, I did.”

You sat with him in silence for a moment before James interjected. He leaned over you, fingers toying with the area your shirt was tucked into your skirt, a small tug signaling what he was trying to do. “Can I?”

You looked up at James, terrified to let him lift your shirt, knowing the boys would all see your stomach. He could see in your eyes how scared you were, but he remained calm.

“No pressure, baby, but please.” Baby.

“Can I just- can I lay down at least? When I sit down everything kinda rolls and gets even squishier and-“

“You can do whatever you want,” James cut your rant off before it became too self-deprecating, his legs shifting to the side so you could lay your body back down.

You squeezed Remus’s hand, and he kissed your knuckles to let you know he was still there.

James tugged at your shirt, pulling the fabric out of the waistband in your skirt, and your hand instinctively came down to hold the clothing against your body.

“Give her the blanket, James,” Remus suggested, and James turned to you, watching as you nodded your head yes to him.

He pulled the blanket out from underneath the both of you and handed you the seam, allowing you to shield your body. James’s hands remained under the blanket, blindly unbuttoning your shirt. When he finished the final button, he retracted.

“You gonna let me take it off?” he checked.

You nodded your head up and down. “Siri, can you-“

Sirius caught on, holding the blanket in front of you as James pulled your shirt off your arms, his fingers grazing the sides of your hips, causing you to shiver slightly.

You rested back down on the bed, dropping Remus’s hand to take the blanket back and hold it tightly to your chest.

“Remember, there’s no pressure,” Remus spoke.

“I want to, I really do. I want to get over this hurdle. I want to be able to work through this. I’m just— scared.”

“I wish you could see yoursel-“

“You’re all gonna hate me once I move this blanket.”

“Doll, we could nev-“

“You’re all gonna take back everything you said about wanting me and liking me and caring about me and you’re all gonna leave.” You couldn’t stop the word vomit.

“Baby, ple-“

“You’re all gonna think I’m a gross disgusting monster and you’re gonna go find some other girl with a more defined body size to fuck. I try really hard to sit in specific ways and lay in specific ways to hide my stomach and you’re all gonna see it and you’re all gonna hate me. I wish I was either big or small, I don’t know why I had to be this fucking midsize shit. It’s weird, and you’re all gonna think it’s weird too.”

When you finished speaking, the boys remained silent for a moment, ensuring you were actually done before they tried to speak, only to get cut off again.

Instead of speaking, Sirius took initiative and kissed you gently, the sweetness of the gesture catching you off guard. He stayed like that for a moment before slowly kissing across your cheek, down your jawline, and down your neck. You let him continue, knowing if you couldn’t see his face, it would make it easier. You didn’t think you had it in you to move the blanket. One of the boys would have to do it, and if you could lose yourself in the feeling of Sirius’s lips on you, you wouldn’t have to think about what was happening.

Sirius kissed across your clavicle, one hand meeting yours on the seam of the blanket. His mouth never left your body as he slowly removed your hand, giving it to James to not only keep you from pulling the blanket back, but to ensure you had support. He removed the other hand and gave it to Remus, his own hands clutching the edge of the blanket as he kissed just above the center of your chest.

He only moved the blanket a small amount at a time, kissing lower and lower down your body as he did so. He refused to rush you, even kissing your bra when he reached directly between your breasts, never speeding up his actions or moving the blanket any faster than he had been the entire time.

When his lips reached below your bra, your breathing started to quicken, and Remus could see you were close to crying again. He leaned forward and kissed you on the cheek, calming you down and reminding you that you were okay.

Sirius kissed down your torso, just above your belly button, and then removed the blanket fully, kissing directly under your belly button and then across both sides of your stomach.

His desires and intrusive thoughts got the best of him. He didn’t want to do anything that would risk you becoming more self conscious or nervous, but he kissed the flesh of your stomach just above the center of your leg, and he just couldn’t help himself- he gently bit down on your stomach, causing you to gasp.

He looked up at you as you looked down at him. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” he panicked, “you’re just, so, so, so-“ he was losing his train of thought as he looked down to where he had bitten you, faint teeth marks on your now visible stomach, his clock twitching in his trousers at the sight.

Because he had pulled away, your stomach was now on display to all three of the boys. You looked at James, catching him scanning your entire upper body before he met your gaze. The look in his eyes was not hatred or disgust, but love. He looked at you the exact same way he had before he had seen your body like this. It was overwhelming. You began to tear up, but you smiled.

“What is it, baby?” James asked.

“You’re looking at me like you still like me,” you admitted, the confession causing you to hiccup as tears free fell.

James smiled, a small laugh of relief leaving his lips as he wiped away your tears with his thumb, “yeah, angel, of course I still love you.”

James didn’t even notice what he had said, and neither did Sirius, who was too preoccupied with staring at his bite mark on you in awe, but you and Remus most definitely caught it.

They all felt it toward one another, you included, but the boys had never spoken it out loud.

You turned to Remus to see his reaction, worried that you possibly heard James wrong. Remus gave you a smile. “Yeah, doll, we still love you.”

Remus’s words are what alerted Sirius to the fact things were still happening around him, despite his hyperfixation on how fucking good your stomach looked with his mark on it. He was distracted, completely forgetting about the gravity of the situation. “Oh, we’re saying that to her now? I thought we were, like, waiting. There was some dumb shit Remus came up with or something.”

Remus threw his hands up in the air. “Fuck did I do?”

“You yelled at me to not say it and then you got to say it first! If you remember, she let it slip to us that one time, and then you were like “oh no Sirius, don’t say it back, what if she thinks we’re making her choose!’ like a dumbass.”

“Actually, technically, James said it first,” Remus corrected.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Guys I zoned out for like two total minutes. Two.”

Their bickering allowed you to breathe and relax for a moment, the attention being taken off of you and your body. They were idiots, and you giggled as you listened to their argument.

They stopped speaking when they heard you giggle. You had been crying for a while now, and to hear you happy was something they all desperately needed.

Remus was so pleased to hear you laugh that he started to peck kisses all around your face: your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, and finally your lips, your face scrunched to protect your eyes from his assault.

“You okay?” he checked in.

“I still wanna hear Sirius say it.”

In his annoyance at the fact that James and Remus had let the L-word bomb drop first, Sirius didn’t actually get a chance to say it you himself.

Sirius placed a kiss to the center of your stomach, looking up at you and saying “I love you, baby, all of you.”

You blushed and smiled at his words. He returned to your stomach, kissing all over before he began to move lower and lower, his teeth pulling at the waistband of your skirt.

You nodded your head to show him you were consenting to him removing the clothing.

“See, usually, I’d leave this on, because you look too fucking good in it,” Sirius spoke, fiddling with the clasp and zipper in the back while you lifted your hips, “but unfortunately it’s covering the rest of this,” he finished, pulling the skirt down your legs and kissing the newly exposed lower stomach.

The only thing between your naked body and the boys was your bra and underwear, and Sirius wasted no time removing your underwear, kissing your thighs as he teased you.

“Fuckin’ hell, you’re pretty,” he cooed.

This was the first time they had ever seen you, and this was the first time you had ever been touched or pleasured by someone else. You were nervous, but if you could get through letting them see your body, you could get through anything.

“Bloody hell, please let me taste you,” Sirius pleaded, always insistent on verbal consent even when he was desperate.

Sirius didn’t phrase it as a yes or no question, but you still muttered a “yes” to make it as evident as possible to Sirius that were consenting to whatever he wanted to do.

Sirius nearly growled as he dove in between your legs, licking a small stripe up to your clit and circling the bud. He sucked lightly, gazing up at you and watching as you whined and threw your head back from the stimulation.

Seeing your reactions only egged him on more, and he, without warning, slowly inserted a long, slender finger into your hole. You gasped at the intrusion, shifting your hips slightly in an attempt to move away from the uncomfortable feeling.

He was so enamored by you, and so happy to finally be tasting you, that he completely forgot this was your first time.

“Take it easy, Sirius,” Remus warned as a reminder.

Sirius didn’t seem to care. His eyes stayed locked on you as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of you. “Shut up,” he snapped at Remus, relishing in the sounds you were making as a result of what he was doing to you. He was being selfish, but he had waited what felt like forever to see you writhing beneath him, and he ignored the fact that James and Remus had waited too.

You let out a particularly filthy moan when he curled his finger upward, hitting a spot that just felt so good.

You had never felt this before, and it was so good, you were destined to not last long. Even though Sirius would kill to see you come just because of him, he didn’t want to tire you out early.

He pulled away, leaving you wet and empty as the cool air hit your core. You instinctively closed your legs, embarrassment settling in as you snapped back to reality.

“Uh uh,” Sirius tutted, pushing your legs back open and bending down to bite the flesh of your stomach again. He pressed his teeth into you harder than before, leaving a more defined mark. He gave himself a small, proud smile, before backing away from you.

Remus leaned over to kiss you, finally taking his turn with you. He kissed down to your neck, biting down gently just below your jawline and sucking a bruise in the same spot. Now that these boys got to have you, especially when no one else had, they were gonna make sure everyone knew it.

“Rem!” you squealed, “that’s gonna leave a mark!”

“There’s already a mark on your stomach, baby, I don’t think it matters.”

“My stomach is covered most of the time, my neck is not.”

Remus shrugged his shoulders. “Oops,” he said, diving back in to darken the bruise on your neck even further.

One of his hands moved down your body, fingertips gently stroking your side before running over your stomach. He made a point to feel every single inch of the skin there, taking a risk with your confidence to squeeze you.

You allowed him to continue, feeling very self conscious but desperately not wanting to ruin the moment. He lightly squeezed the flesh of your stomach, pulling his mouth away from your neck to look at you and make sure you were okay.

He could see you were struggling, extremely nervous about your body, and he kissed your cheek. “Squishy,” he cooed, “I like it.”

“No you don’t,” you responded, “I don’t like it when you lie to me.”

“I’m not lying, doll, the more of you to love, the better. The more of you to worship, the better. I wish you could see yourself how we all see you, because fuck.”

You pulled Remus in for a kiss. “Thank you,” you whispered, barely able to formulate the words.

Remus smiled and leaned back in, still lovingly rubbing your stomach as he peppered kisses on your neck and down your shoulder.

“I think I’m ready now,” you sighed, and your best friends didn’t need clarification as to what you meant.

“Who do you want, angel?” Remus asked.

Your cheeks turned a bold shade of red and your voice became small. “I don’t know.”

They could all see you were nervous about having to single one of them out, worried that you would hurt the other‘s feelings. The truth was, you didn’t like one any more than the other, and you built your own special relationship with each of them individually.

You took a deep breath. “I just need whoever it is to be nice to me. I know we talk a lot about kinkier stuff, but I think I just need this to be gentle the first time ‘round. Is that okay?”

“Of course it’s okay,” Remus said, pulling away and turning to James. He slightly nudged his head toward you and James gave him a small nod of understanding.

Remus stood up, James crawling over you. “You okay if it’s me?”

Even though they were doing everything they could to ensure this stretch of time was about you, you couldn’t help but, in the moment, think about James’s insecurities over your own. James was cocky and confident, but when it came to feeling wanted, he lacked a feeling of self worth. Girls typically aimed their attentions at Sirius in particular, and tended to focus more on Remus than on him if Sirius was otherwise occupied.

You didn’t verbally respond, but instead intertwined your fingers in his hair, curling a few strands with your fingers before pulling him closer, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

You were in this exact position not too long ago, James on top of you as your lips meshed, but things were so much different this time around. Reminiscent of earlier, you moved your hand to touch James through his trousers, a small moan leaving his lips in the kiss, only this time he didn’t pull away or gasp, allowing you to touch him.

You moved your hand up and down, your palm rubbing with a bit more pressure than before. James deepened the kiss at the feeling, lightly grinding his hips against your hand.

He pulled away for a moment, breathing heavily as he leaned his forehead against yours. “I don’t wanna rush you, baby, but if you keep doing that, I’m not gonna last.”

“I’m sorry,” you replied.

James gave you a small smile. “Nothin’ to apologize for. It’s not a bad thing.”

“Can I unbutton these?” you asked, fidgeting with the top of James’s pants.

“You can do whatever you want, angel.”

You unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down James’s thighs. You looked up at him as you ran a finger across the seam of his underwear, pulling them down when James nodded yes at you.

He stood up momentarily, removing his pants and underwear fully before crawling back over you. You kept your eyes on his the entire time, nervous to look at the appendage you had never seen person before.

When he was back on top of you, you tugged at the bottom of his shirt, prompting him to pull it over his head. Once he was fully naked, you ran a hand down his chest, your eyes following your movements as they reached just above his cock.

Your eyes widened, and James noticed, a small laugh leaving his lips.

“‘S big,” you said.

James’s smile widened. “Well thank you, baby.”

“Can I touch it?”

You heard Sirius audibly groan at your question. He was so turned on, the innocent question driving him insane, and just watching this was killing him.

“Mhm,” James responded, voice laced with adoration. He was in awe of you.

You very gently gripped his cock, running your hand up and down the shaft. James swallowed thickly, his mouth falling open as he sighed at the feeling. You noticed his reaction, and the muscle hardened even more in your hand. You started to pump your hand faster, watching James to make sure it still felt good.

“Baby, baby,” he grabbed your wrist, “I don’t wanna come yet. How ya feelin’?”

“I’m ready,” you responded.

James lined his cock up with your entrance, and you felt Remus lean down to place a small kiss on the top of your head. You smiled up at him as you reached out to him, holding his hand as you braced yourself.

You held tightly onto Remus’s hand, looking up at James in preparation.

He watched you intently as he slowly pushed his tip into you. You took a sharp breath in at the feeling, slowly calming your breathing down as you nodded for him to continue.

He continued to enter you, moving excruciatingly slow. When he was finally fully inserted, he stopped moving altogether, giving you a moment to adjust to the new feeling. You squeezed Remus’s hand, James’s size stretching you out more than you had ever been before.

James began to slowly pull back, only exiting a few centimeters before pushing back in. He continued to push in and out, pulling out further and further before thrusting back in as he watched your face, worried he would hurt you if he tried too much at once.

“You okay?” he breathed out.

Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, the pain becoming too much. You nodded your head yes, but James could see you were struggling a bit. He leaned down to kiss you, swallowing a moan from you as he continued to slowly fuck into you, your hand squeezing Remus’s harder and harder.

You considered asking him to stop, the pain consuming your thoughts and attention, but the moment the pain hit its peak, he began to dissipate. Your body relaxed into the mattress, and James felt your muscles loosen beneath him.

He pulled away and you whimpered, “you can m-move f-faster.”

“You sure?” James clarified.

“Mhm,” you nodded.

James began to quicken his pace, setting a steady rhythm. Your body jolted slightly upward each time his hips hit yours, his self control faltering now that you weren’t in pain anymore.

“S-shit,” you moaned, your free hand grabbing at his waist as he picked up the pace, his head dropping into the crook of your neck. He kissed the spot between your neck and your shoulder, his erratic breathing and groaning turning you on more and more.

With James’s head beside yours, you were able to spot Sirius, who was seated at the bottom of the bed, a hand stroking his own cock as he watched James’s hips connect with yours.

He noticed you looking at him, and the moment you made eye contact, Sirius squeezed his eyes shut as he came in his hand.

James grabbed your waist to anchor himself with your body. He used his other hand to push himself upward, looking down at where your bodies connected. He moved his hand from your waist to your stomach, running his fingers over every single inch of it. “So fucking perfect,” he muttered, almost more to himself than to you, as he watched your stomach jiggle slightly with each movement he made.

You whined at the feeling of his hands on your most insecure area as he fucked you. He squeezed your flesh, then ever so lightly pressed on the center of your stomach.

“I can feel myself in you, pretty girl,” he cooed.

The pressure intensified your pleasure, but so did his words. James was turned on by something regarding your stomach. That very fact drove you crazy. It made you feel so, so much better. You trusted these boys with your insecurity, and instead of leaving, they all opted to love you. You thought they would hate you, but here James was, watching his cock hit deep within you through your stomach.

“J-Jamie,” you whined, and the sound of his name on your lips nearly made him come on the spot, “I t-think I’m gonna-“

“Let go for me, baby.”

You squeezed James’s cock like a vice, your orgasm washing over you as James continued his pace inside of you.

He slowed down slightly when he felt you begin to come down from your high. The feeling of your walls convulsing around him was enough for him to allow his own release, a final few sharp thrusts hitting deep within your cervix as he came inside of you, a nearly-inaudible moan of your name escaping his lips.

James took a moment to catch his breath, his cock not leaving you until he had enough strength to shift slightly down the bed, placing a sweet kiss on the center of your stomach before he flopped down on his back next to you.

“You alright?” he checked, turning his head to you.

“Yeah,” you replied.

You remained holding Remus’s hand, his presence a comfort to you.

Sirius came back into view with a small washcloth, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you.

“You mind if I help clean you up?” he asked.

You nodded your head, and Sirius gently reopened your legs, moving the washcloth in between your folds and collecting the spilled wetness.

You gasped and involuntarily bucked your hips at the feeling, and Sirius stilled until you dropped your hips back to the mattress.

When Sirius was done, he brought the washcloth back to the bathroom, and then returned to your side.

You moved your arms over your stomach, your reflexes used to covering it, but Remus slowly pulled your arms away. “It’s too pretty, baby.”

You smiled at him as he kissed your forehead. “You tired?” he asked.

“Mhm,” you sighed.

James crawled upward, leaning his head against the mattress and pulling the sheets across his lap. He positioned your head against his chest, allowing you to lay on him and rest.

Sirius moved to your other side, propping his head up with one arm as he moved his other to your stomach, lovingly rubbing you.

You closed your eyes and melted into James, Sirius’s soothing rubs coercing you into sleep as Remus shifted his body to lay across the mattress, and four of you relaxing in the safety of one another.

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cruel-seduction · 5 months ago

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James Potter as Your Boyfriend

a/n - I am listening to my romantic playlist on repeat so it might be more cheesy than I intend it to be.

(୨୧) That Infuriatingly Perfect HairJames Potter is the guy who knows his hair is a mess and somehow still uses it as his primary flirting tactic. (Like, sir, did you actually think ruffling your hair would make me swoon? … Okay, maybe a little.) He smirks every time you roll your eyes at him doing it, but the kicker is when you catch him fixing it in a reflection right before seeing you. “Gotta look sharp for my girl,” he says with a wink. (Spoiler: he does not, in fact, look sharp, but you love it anyway.)

(୨୧) The Walking Ego (Who’s Secretly a Softie)He loves to show off in front of you, especially on the Quidditch field. He’ll pull stunts, grinning like he’s the coolest guy in the world, just to hear you cheer his name. (Never mind that he almost fell off his broom that one time; we don’t talk about that.) But when it’s just the two of you, his cocky demeanor drops, and he’s all shy smiles and quiet, “Did you really think I was good out there? Or are you just saying that because you love me?” cue him melting when you reassure him.

(୨୧) His Endless Need for Validation

James is the guy who constantly asks, “Did you see that?!” anytime he does anything remotely impressive, even if it’s just catching a piece of parchment midair. (You could be reading, and he’ll yell, “Love, LOOK!” before performing some ridiculous stunt). He’s a golden retriever in human form, and if you don’t immediately cheer for him, he’ll sulk until you give him a kiss. (You love it, though. Admit it).

(୨୧) His Terrible Jealousy

James acts like he’s the most confident guy alive, but the second someone flirts with you, his ears turn red, and he starts loudly talking about how amazing his girlfriend is. (You: “Subtle, Potter.” Him: “Not subtle, James Potter.”) If you so much as laugh at someone else’s joke, he’ll spend the next hour sulking until you kiss him and say, “No one compares to my idiot.” (He perks up immediately, naturally.)

(୨୧) The Chaotic Pillow Talk

James is that boyfriend who talks nonsense when you’re lying in bed together. One moment, he’s whispering sweet nothings like, “You’re my entire world,” and the next, he’s like, “Do you think Sirius could charm his hair to look like yours? Because I think about it a lot.” (You: “What the actual fuck?” Him: “I’m serious.”) Somehow, you love him more for it.

(୨୧) The Unintentional PDAJames isn’t subtle. At all. He’s the guy who’ll grab your hand in the middle of class, lean over, and whisper, “You look really pretty today,” loud enough for everyone—including Professor McGonagall—to hear. (You’re mortified; he’s grinning like a cat that got the cream.) And when you try to scold him later, he just shrugs and says, “What? I’m not gonna hide how I feel. Everyone should know you’re mine.”

(୨୧) The Emotional ProtectorJames may be a reckless Gryffindor, but when it comes to your emotional well-being, he’s shockingly thoughtful. If you’re upset, he’s the first to notice, even if you try to hide it. He’ll pull you into a quiet corner and say, “What’s wrong, love? You know you can tell me anything.” And if you cry? Oh, this man will hold you so tightly it’s like he’s trying to shield you from the entire world. (He definitely whispers, “I’ve got you, always,” like it’s a solemn vow.)

(୨୧) The Ride-or-Die RomanticJames Potter is the kind of boyfriend who makes you feel like you’re his entire world. He’s got that intense Gryffindor loyalty, and once he’s in love, there’s no turning back. He’ll write you corny notes like, “You’re the best thing to ever happen to me, and I’m including winning the House Cup in that list.” (They’re signed with little doodles of a stag and a heart because he’s the absolute worst.)

(୨୧) The Over-the-Top Romantic Gestures

He’ll do big, stupidly romantic things, like charming the stars in the Astronomy Tower to spell out your name (Sirius: “You’re disgusting, mate.” James: “Shut it, Pads, she’s the one”). But he’s also the type to leave little notes in your books, like “Marry me?” and “You’re the sexiest witch alive.” (You’ve found many letters in Hogwarts, A History. Yes, you kept them all.)

(୨୧) The Unexpected Vulnerability

Despite all his confidence, James has quiet moments when he doubts if he’s enough for you. “You could have anyone,” he’ll say softly, tracing patterns on your arm. (His voice cracks, and your heart aches). You always pull him close, reminding him that he’s more than enough, and he’ll smile in that shy, boyish way that makes your chest warm. (You: “You’re my James.” Him: “Always.”)

(୨୧) The King of Over-the-Top Gestures

James doesn’t just love you; he worships you. He’s the guy who’ll book out the entirety of Madam Puddifoot’s just to have a private date (you: “James, this is ridiculous.” him: “Ridiculously romantic, you mean”). But he’ll also sit with you on the Quidditch stands, freezing his arse off, just because he knows you like watching the stars after a match.

(୨୧) The Secret Softie

Yes, he’s cocky. But when it comes to you? This man melts. You mention being tired? Suddenly there’s a hot cup of tea waiting for you in the common room. (You: “How’d you know?” Him: “I’m James Potter. I know everything.”) He’d deny it if anyone else asked, but he lives to see you smile. His whole demeanor changes when it’s just the two of you—less bravado, more tenderness. (If you catch him staring at you all lovesick, just know he’s planning your wedding in his head.)

(୨୧) The “I’m Your Biggest Cheerleader” Energy

James will hype you up like his life depends on it. Got an essay due? “No problem, love, you’ve got this!” Need help with a spell? He’ll spend hours practicing with you until you nail it. And when you do, he’s out here clapping like you just won the Quidditch Cup. (Sirius: “Mate, chill, it’s a summoning charm.” James: “IT’S A BIG DEAL, PADFOOT.”) You can’t even be annoyed because the way he beams at you makes your heart flutter every damn time.

(୨୧) The Ego and the Heart to Match

James knows he’s hot—and he’ll never let you forget it. (You: “You’re insufferable.” Him: “You mean irresistible.”) But here’s the kicker: despite his cockiness, he’s never made you feel less than cherished. He’s the type to blow off quidditch practice just to study with you for your OWLs, or charm your quill to write faster when he sees you stressing. (You didn’t even ask. He just noticed.) He may act like the world revolves around him, but you’re the sun he orbits.

(୨୧) The Bravado

This man will not shut up about how good he is at everything—Quidditch, hexes, kissing you senseless against a bookshelf. And the worst part? He’s not wrong. (You: “Cocky much?” Him: “Confident, sweetheart. There’s a difference.”) But then there’s the unexpected softness, like when he presses his forehead against yours after, whispering, “You’re all I’ll ever want.” It’s the mix of arrogance and vulnerability that leaves you completely undone every time. (Yes, you’re ruined. No, you’re not mad about it.)

(୨୧) The “I’d Die for You” Loyalty

James would go to the ends of the earth for you—and you know it. He’s reckless when it comes to protecting you, stepping in front of danger without a second thought. (You: “Stop being so stupidly brave!” Him: “I can’t help it; it’s in the Potter genes. Do you want your kids to have these genes??”) Even in his most infuriating moments, you can’t deny how deeply he loves you. He’s yours, completely and irrevocably, and Merlin, does it feel good to be loved by James Potter.

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ginevrapng · 2 years ago

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the first time james saw you he lost interest in any other girl, you just looked so soft, so adorable. he wanted to keep you all to himself, away from prying eyes. before you he would tell people he doesn't have a type because before you he didn't, now though, well it's a different story, he just wants to wrap his arms around your plush waist and never let you go. he would gladly die between your thick thighs, buried between them.

one day you came into class and he figures that you must have run out of clothes to wear so you had to wear some of your old ones and that may have been one of the happiest days in his life. your shirt too tight and your skirt too short. he could see how the fabric and buttons of the shirt was struggling to stay covering your chest and your skirt short enough that james could see light stretch marks covering your skin, but also long enough to not cause a scene. no one else took notice of your attire that day, but james did. he couldn't help it, and he swears he tried to look away but he just couldn't, you're just so beautiful. he felt like a creep but he couldn't pay attention to anything else, he wanted to delicately trace your stretch marks with his fingertips. he wanted to do things that he'd never say out loud.

james wants to pull you down into his lap while he see's you making your way to your own table in the great hall. he wants to feel your body pressed against his and smell your sweet perfume. he knows you'd complain about being too heavy, he's overheard you mention it before, about how you think you're too heavy to get picked up or be on top of someone. james wants to impress you, to show you that he can, because of course he can pick you up and of course you're not too heavy for him, you're perfect the way you are and he's strong enough to lift anything and everything. he'd carry you with one hand all the way up a mountain if it would impress you and get you to notice him.

he wants to pinch your chubby cheeks and wants to kiss your forehead. he wants you.

his friends obviously notice this new attraction james has towards this girl but chosen not to mention, that is until he started to constantly bring you up and gushes to them about how perfect and cute you are. this getting very mixed reviews from his friends, lily having pity for you, aware of how he gets when he likes someone, sirius constantly teasing him about you, mary saying how nice you sounded, remus seemed mostly indifferent to the whole thing, marlene telling him to make a move. if james was honest he didn't take much notice of the teasing or the annoyance that they had because he kept bringing you up, he just needed to tell everyone about how amazing you are.

james knows how to pine after a girl and god does he do exactly that and he makes that very known to you. at first you were wary and skeptical of this sudden attention the famous gryffindor quidditch captain bestowed on you, he was one of the most popular students in hogwarts but after a while james broke down your walls with his charming smile and his acts of kindness, walking you to classes and pulling pranks on anyone who says nasty comments about you weight.

soon enough you end up in wrapped in red and gold on your way to support him in a match, his scarf keeping you warm from the harsh weather. after his win you end up running into his arms, congratulating him as he spins you around, you complain that he's sweaty, causing him to chuckle.

cupping your cheek, he lowers his voice and whispers to you, "you're my good luck charm, 'course i won." your face heats up and you shyly smile up at him. "what would i do without my good luck charm. you wanna be m' good luck charm always doll? wanna be mine?" he tucks some of your hair behind your ear, leaning in even closer, " 'cause i'm already yours. no one else for me doll." soon enough you accept to be his girlfriend, on the condition that he takes a shower straight away.

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crescenthistory · 8 months ago

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Totally Just the Fifth and Sixth Wheel

Pairing: Regulus Black x Reader

Summary: Your and Regulus' private study session is interrupted by one Barty Crouch Junior who is inviting you on a triple date. You remind him for the thousandth time, that you aren't dating.

Words: 3.8k

Warnings: not proofread (who's got the time), fem!reader, longing, barty being barty, featuring wolfstar, rosekiller and james, fluff, sitting/half-cuddling without leaving space for god, typical marauders cursing and banter, me attempting to improve my dialogue and comedy, unresolved mutual pining, light discussion of black siblings drama, reader and regulus are teased relentlessly

Note: part two & part three

The Hogwarts Library was always slightly more still and calm on Saturdays, a luxury you made sure to never miss out on.

In a hidden-away corner, you and Regulus sat crammed into the same overstuffed emerald armchair. He sat normally, though slightly squeezed to the left, while you had your back to the right arm, leaning into his side with your legs sprawled across his lap. He evened the score by lolling his head gently against your shoulder as you both tried to focus on the parchment before you. It was an awkward fit – Regulus was all angles and sharp lines – but you never really cared, and neither did he.

"You know, if you had actually studied for Potions last night instead of playing chess with Barty," Regulus began, his voice a teasing whisper, "you wouldn't be stuck relying on me to help you through this essay."

He didn't bother lifting his head as he drawled, so you felt his breath on your skin. His dark hair, always perfectly in place, had fallen just enough to shade his eyes and tickle your neck.

"You're the one who insisted on going over three different ways to brew Amortentia, which, mind you, wasn't even required for this essay," you countered, smiling for no one to see.

He snorted softly. "It was for educational purposes. Not my fault you’re hopeless at memorising–"

"Not hopeless," you interrupted, smirking at him as he sat up straighter and fixed you with those cool, swirly eyes. "Just resourceful. Why bother memorising when I've got you?"

Folded in the crevices of his eyes and your words, there was that gentle push-pull between the two of you, a habit developed over years of being each other's only real reprieve. Your families were pressure cookers, a constant source of demands and expectations, of screaming and fears. It had tethered on explosion many a time, but through your years-long friendship, you had been able to make it a bit lighter together. Regulus had his complicated relationship with Sirius, but other than that, no one really knew how heavy it weighed on the both of you – just each other.

And then there was Barty, of course.

“Oi!” The familiar, obnoxious voice you somehow loved rang through the – thankfully nearly empty – library, making you tense for a split second before you exhaled. “Merlin’s bloody balls, you two are stuck in here again?”

Barty Crouch Jr. strode in, tossing himself onto the sofa opposite you and Regulus. He stretched his long legs out like he owned the place, flinging an arm across the back of the cushion.

“We’re not stuck,” you corrected him lazily, shooting him a glance from beneath your lashes. “We’re enjoying a bit of quiet. Something you might want to as well, seeing as we're in a library, Junior.”

Barty raised an eyebrow and then snorted, “Quiet? More quiet? You two sit in silence more than any couple I’ve ever known.”

You rolled your eyes, but Regulus – who you now, with the added presence, noticed was more tired today than usual – shot him a look that could have frozen hell over. As per usual. Barty, being Barty, didn’t care of course, just snickered for himself. He was the only one who could get away with constantly poking at Regulus, at both of you, with no more than witty quips thrown back. Maybe because he had been the one to pull you out of your shells, dragging you both into the light when you would have otherwise spent your time locked in your shared solitude and messy brains. Or maybe because he had been able to weasel his way into your hearts before you were old enough to realise he's a bit of an arse. By then, he was your arse.

"We're not silent, dear, we just aren't obnoxiously loud," Regulus hinted, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Well, you do sit around whispering all the time. One would have thought you were spellbound to your books – and each other." Barty grinned, not even a little apologetic. “Or maybe just by each other."

"Oh shut up, Barty," you scoffed, though not without a slight smile.

"I’m just sayin’!”

Regulus leaned back against the chair, his elbow brushing your arm. "You’re always just sayin' something,” he said, eyes flicking toward the fire. “And you’re always wrong."

Barty’s eyes lit up, leaning forward with a grin that could only mean trouble. “Oh, come on, Reg. It’s been years. You two, together all the time, acting like no one else exists. Honestly, I’m surprised you haven’t killed each other or, better yet, finally gotten over yourselves and just snogged already."

This has always been Barty’s favourite game, teasing the two of you relentlessly, but it felt more pointedly overt tonight. Yet it didn’t stop the smile from tugging at your lips. Just because he's so very ridiculously wrong, of course.

“We have not–” Regulus began, but Barty cut him off with a wave of his hand.

“Right, right, you’ve never even thought about it." He makes an, arguably poor, attempt at imitating Regulus' tone. "But let’s be real, everyone else think you're shagging, so maybe you should too– oh, speaking of–" Barty had a poor habit of cutting himself of when a new train of thought entered. "Guess who finally asked Evan out?"

The shift in the conversation barely registered with you; you are very attuned to rolling with the Junior way of conversing, but Regulus shook his head in surprise.

"You? And Rosier?" Regulus asked, staring Barty down with more interest than he had shown the poor sod all evening. "Are you serious?"

Barty gave an exaggerated roll of his eyes, but the grin never left his face. “Took him long enough, didn’t it?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “I thought he was avoiding you after that time you hexed him in Transfiguration–”

“Self-defence,” Barty cut in, giving you a wink. “He had it coming.”

Regulus raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Didn't he have it coming for trying to ask you out, Barty?”

“Like I said. Self-defence. Son of a witch should let me be the one to make the first move.”

You shook your head fondly, happy for your second-oldest friend. "What a gentleman you are, Barty. Happy for you though, finally the pining and drunken hookups have led to something of sustance."

Barty nodded gravely, in faux seriousness. "Exactly! And that says something, coming from the Queen of pining."

You kicked his shin under the table and he laughed a bit too loudly for the library, evidently pleased with himself.

"I do no such thing, thank you very much."

Glancing sideways at Regulus, his expression was carefully neutral, though you could tell he was happy for Barty. Though, you were sure, he would never say that out loud.

Barty, ever the troublemaker, wasn't finished yet. “Which reminds me,” he said, leaning forward again with that dangerous glint in his eye, “We’re all going out this weekend. You lot, me, Rosier... oh, and your brother too, Reg.”

Regulus stiffened slightly beside you, just enough for you to notice and Barty to ignore. “Sirius?”

“Yep,” Barty said cheerfully, “and his boyfriend, Lupin. They're finally official as well, trying to steal my spotlight it seems.”

You and Regulus share a glance, trying to take it in. Sirius and Remus had been dancing around each other for what felt like ages, but apparently, they had finally made the leap. Regulus' jaw tightened slightly. His relationship with Sirius was still relatively uneasy territory for him, but they were making an effort to heal it together. You moved on from him, focusing your attention on Barty, so Regulus could process undisturbed.

"Since when do you and Big Black keep tabs on each other, let alone plan a double date?" you implored, genuinely confused.

"Well, firstly, Treasure," Barty drawled. "I always keep tabs on my best friends' sometimes-shitty-sometimes-good-always-complicated siblings. Secondly, as I said, they're stealing our spotlight, so of course I got involved."

"Ah, so it's not voluntary?" You quirk a brow at him, jokingly challenging him.

"Is too! The bastards are lucky I even suggested it."

"Riiiiiight," you dragged out, cocking your head at a huffing Barty.

You rolled your eyes laughing, then glanced over at the boy whose lap you were partially sat in. His gaze had trailed off into his lap, thoughts clearly elsewhere. You and Barty made eye contact and he sent you a look that clearly said his involvement with Sirius was for Regulus and not actually to bother him. Over the years, you had developed almost a form of telepathy with Barty, always seeing the aggressive loyalty behind his actions.

You placed a hand instinctively on Regulus' elbow and he seemed to come back down to reality.

"Anyway, the six of us are headed for Hogsmeade next weekend for our triple date. You better schedule us into your shared calendar." Barty went straight back to teasing.

"There is no shared calendar."

"And there is no triple date," you added.

Barty’s grin widened, and he flicked his eyes between you and Regulus. “What do you call a date with three couples? Regulus and Treasure, me and Evan, Sirius and Lupin. That's three. Three Broomsticks, that's a date. Triple date! Or do you prefer French, Reggie, un triple rencard? More romantic for ya?”

You opened your mouth to argue, but Regulus beat you to it. “We’re not a couple, Junior, would you just knock it off."

“Well, someone should tell the rest of the castle that, mate,” Barty said, smirking. “Everyone else seems to think you two are already married."

Before you could continue the seemingly never-ending argument with the grinning black-and-green-haired rascal before you, you heard footsteps and chatter approaching. Regulus whispered something in your ear about none of these buffoons respecting the quiet in a library as Sirius, Remus, and James appeared from around the corner. Sirius’s eyes flicked over the three of you, his gaze landing on Regulus, and giving a rather genuine smile.

“Greetings baby brother, sister-in-law and unfortunate acquaintance. What’s this I hear about a triple date?” Sirius asked, sauntering over like he owned the place, ignoring Regulus' groan.

If offended by the less-than-affectionate greeting he received, Barty did not show it as he grinned even more maniacally at what he likely saw as back-up in his torment of you two. "Good afternoon to you too, Big Black, we're just discussing the wedding colours. I am in support of emerald green, and I will listen to no other opinions as I know them best."

"No fair, I've known Reg the longest!"

"I do believe they would look lovely in a red," James teases as the group settles down around the table.

Regulus groaned softly, pinching the bridge of his nose. "For the love of–"

"You guys can walk around in whatever colour you'd like – we aren't getting married." You tried to set a stop to the conversation now. The jokes didn't roll as comfortably off you when in larger company. Though you and Remus had become quite good friends through class and you were seeing Regulus through his healing friendship with Sirius, you still weren't entirely accustomed to the bunch up close all at once.

"Well, surely not now, but the day will come and it's never too early to start planning," Sirius quipped, his grin matching Barty's perhaps a bit too much. "I will be best man, yeah?"

"Absolutely not, I will!" Barty butted in before you had the chance to reply.

"Wouldn't you be her best man? Or man of honour or whatever?" James raised an eyebrow, trying to pick up on the dynamic.

"Of course I will."

"Then Padfoot can be Regulus'?"

"I have no idea why you are talking about pads and feet, but no, I will be best man and man of honour thank you very much."

"That's no fair!" Sirius cried.

"Shouldn't this be a decision the lovely couple makes?" Remus chimed in, trying to calm his partner with a smile.

"For Salazar's sake – we are not dating!" You cut the whole conversation off, emphasising your point with hand gesticulations. The table actually went quiet for a moment, the newest additions sharing confused looks.

"What?" was all James could say.

"We are not together," Regulus spoke up for the first time, rolling his eyes in true Regulus-fashion. "We're just close friends."

Barty snorted at that.

Sirius looked absolutely floored for once. His eyes flick between you and Regulus in genuine surprise. “Wait– you're serious? You aren't dating? Since when?”

"Since forever?" Regulus questioned right back at his brother, finding his groove in the sarcastic exchanges. "Can two people not be close without having to be shagging?"

Sirius and Barty both chimed a "no" at the same time, though Barty was finding much more humour in it all than the other. He added, "Well, Treasure and I can. Evan and Reg can. You two on the other hand..."

You felt heat rise to your face, Regulus' leg shaking you slightly as he began to bounce it. "Where did you all even get that from?" you questioned, looking at everyone but Barty. You were well aware of why he thought what he thought.

“I mean–” Sirius spread his hands, gesturing towards how the two of you were sat, as you suddenly became aware that most of your body was touching Regulus' in some way. "Look at you! You’re always together. You act like an old married couple half the time. And you basically let each other get away with murder. I'm still not entirely convinced Trouble here won't kill me if Reggie ever asks."

"Don't call me that."

"I probably would."

Sirius was unaffected by both comments. He look towards James for support, who was nodding emphatically, clearly shocked too.

"Yeah, no, I thought it was just, like, common knowledge that you have been dating for years," James said, raising his hands a little at the look on Regulus' face. "No offence, just how it seems from the outside, 's all."

"Not to mention you look at her like–” Sirius started.

“Like what?” Regulus cut in, his grip on you loosening, just a little.

Sirius blinked, still thoroughly confused. “Like you’re bloody in love with her.”

You felt your breath catch in your throat, and out of the corner of your eye, you could see Remus suppressing a smile, engaging in some stare-down with his brother. You worried your voice would fail you, so you just shook your head disapprovingly.

Barty, never one to leave well enough alone, leaned back with a smug grin. “Told you tossers. The whole castle thinks you're dating, so you might as well get on with it."

"Well, we're not and we won't, so can you guys please just shut up." Regulus' jaw was still tight, scouring at his friends as he debated if that term was still one he wanted to use about them.

Sirius just shrugged, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. “Alright, Reg, whatever you say. But you’re both coming, yeah?”

You turned more into him as you scanned his face for an answer. Regulus held your gaze for a long moment, and you could see the wariness flickering just behind his eyes. You smiled, quirking a brow at him as if to say it's up to you, babe. He sighed and then said a low fine.

With a dramatised sigh, you turned back to Sirius and Barty and their expectant looks. “It’s not a triple date,” you said firmly, lifting your chin just slightly. “But we’ll join you as... I don’t know. Fifth and sixth wheels.”

Regulus grip on you tightened again as he settled back into his seat. “Exactly. Fifth and sixth wheels. Sure.”

Barty threw his head back and barked out a loud, unrestrained and frankly unnecessary laugh. “Sure thing, sweetcheeks,” he teased, grinning from ear to ear. “Whatever you need to tell yourselves. I’ll make sure Rosier knows it’s not a date.”

Regulus rolled his eyes, mumbling some indelicate words under his breath that only you could catch. You stifled a laugh, at which Regulus’ lips twitched – just the slightest hint of amusement given to you.

Sirius, still grinning, clapped his hands together like this was some great victory. “Brilliant. Can’t wait to see you both there. It’ll be... enlightening.”

Remus, who had been watching this whole exchange with thinly veiled amusement, leaned in closer to Sirius and muttered, “Enlightening? You've spent too much time with McGonagall.”

"Yeah, in detention," James muttered, evidently a shared trauma.

Sirius nudged him with his elbow, snickering. “Shut up, Moony.”

"Oi, that's no way to speak to your fresh boyfriend, is it, Black?" you teased, glad to have some revenge.

"Firstly, my darling not-quite-sister-in-law, you may refer to me as Sirius," he drawled with a lazy grin. "Secondly, I'll have you know he enjoys it when I'm a bit rude."

"Did not need to know that," Regulus mumbled with shut eyes as Remus swatted at his boyfriend to get him to behave.

"Anyway. We are happy for you." You smiled warmly, missing the shared glance between Remus and Sirius at your use of we. Regulus hadn't seemed to notice either, used to it.

"You won't be as happy when you have to see them sucking faces at this triple date." James' voice was laced with faux annoyance. You didn't bother correcting his use of the term triple date. Regulus scoffed, but it seemed to be more aimed at the idea of his brother sucking faces with anyone.

"You're just upset Evans isn't willing to suck faces with you yet, Prongs." Sirius' comeback caused a groan from James as his head thumped on the table – clearly he was right.

Barty made an ooooo sound, leaning in closer to poke at James, wanting to know all the hopefully-gory details.

With a tired sigh, you shifted back into the chair, pulling the Potions book from the table onto your lap once more, determined to return to your homework. You still had an essay due tomorrow, and Merlin knew Slughorn wasn’t going to accept any excuses, even from his favourite students. Regulus, sensing the shift in your focus, followed your lead, picking up his quill with a kind of forced determination. Your eyes met and you smiled at each other, back in the comfort of your little bubble, even with the overflowing table.

The chatter around the library became a dull hum as Sirius and Barty went from interrogating James to discussing the specifics of their plans for the weekend with Remus and James chiming in here and there. You didn’t need to listen – Barty would tell you all the ridiculous details later, no doubt with some embellished commentary on how hopelessly “in love” you and Regulus clearly were. He loved pushing his narratives, ever the comic.

But now, as you tried to force your attention back to your notes, the exhaustion that had been creeping up on you all evening settled in. You had barely slept the night before, and after a more exerting conversation than you had prepared for as you entered the library, you were reaching your limit.

Unconsciously, you let your body lean further into Regulus’s side, your shoulder pressing against his more firmly, your head coming to rest against the crook of his neck. It was such a small movement, something you had done hundreds of times before, but it felt more loaded in these surroundings. You could have sworn you felt Regulus' breath hitch. Nevertheless, your body naturally relaxed into his warmth.

Regulus tried to relax his posture to make it more comfortable for you, and let you rest against him without complaint. His quill hovered over the parchment for a moment, forgotten, as he swallowed thickly, trying to ignore the way his heart had started pounding in his chest. It did every time. It didn't seem like you had noticed before, so why worry about it now?

He told himself it didn’t mean anything – he said it a thousand times, you were his best friend. You had always been close like this. But Merlin, if his skin didn’t burn oh so deliciously where you touched him. If his mind didn’t wander to how you smelled, to the warmth of your body pressing against his. If he didn't savour the moment as if it would never happen again, as he felt so damned lucky that he knew it would.

He fought to keep his expression neutral, forcing his gaze back down to his notes, but the words on the page were little more than a blur now. He let his head drop onto yours as he kept rereading the same sentence.

Remus had drifted away from the conversation, eyeing the two of you. The others had – thankfully – moved on by now, but he risked elbowing Sirius slightly to point out how comfortable you two had grown together the second the attention was off you. Sirius had an eyebrow raised, his lips pressed into a thin line, but his eyes were glinting with that same, familiar mischief. Remus shot him a knowing glance, as if to say don’t push it.

Sirius didn’t say anything, knowing Remus was unfortunately right as usual, but the look he gave his brother spoke volumes. Despite what Regulus may want to think, he knew him. And he knew for a fact, that his little brother was in love. He smiled.

Barty and James had begun to bond over some grand plan to prank Evan during the supposed "not-date" this weekend. You had half an ear in the conversation, trying to catch on to whether you should warn Evan beforehand. But none of that really mattered to you at the moment. Not to you and certainly not to Regulus, who was trying desperately not to give in to the warmth spreading through him as your sigh fanned his skin.

You let your eyes drift close, just for a moment, feeling the weight of your pull at your consciousness. Caught somewhere between exhaustion and peace. Regulus noticed immediately and rubbed soothing circles on your back as he began to plot your escape to the dormitories.

You could have stayed like that forever. And maybe, Regulus thought, as his other hand brushed against yours where it rested on the armchair, he wouldn’t have minded if you did.

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nottyoursbutmine · 10 months ago

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you are in love | t.n

pairing: theodore nott x implied slytherin? best friend reader

the one where Y/N is convinced theo doesn’t have feelings for her, especially near valentine’s day

btw I did mention a bit of young sirius black in there oops time lapse idc- also! why are summaries so hard to write?

you are in love - taylor swift

One look, dark room, meant just for you

You’re sitting in the library with Theo, Pansy, and Draco studying for your upcoming Potions exam. Theo only invited you but Pansy overheard and then invited her boyfriend.

You’re sitting next to Theo, still wearing your short skirt uniform. His left hand is on your thigh, his pinky barely going underneath your skirt as he slightly moves his hand back and forth. You don’t even notice it because it’s become so routine. Especially with the weather, winter is approaching and you made the mistake of forgetting your coat. Theos’ hand was warming you up in the cold library.

You feel someone kick you and you look up to see the culprit, Pansy. She nods her eyebrows and points her eyes to where Theos’ hand is. You check the corner of your eye to make sure Theo isn’t looking. Once you determine he isn’t, you simply give Pansy a shrug. She scoffs and lifts her head to speak to the group, “Don’t you guys think it’s getting late?” She’s smiling but you can see what she’s doing. She wants to question the heck out of you as soon as possible, yet again.

Theo turns to you, waiting for your answer, as if his answer will be anything you decide. You have to admit, you are tired. “Yea, let’s head back.” Immediately Theo begins packing both of your things. You barely had time to process what he was doing before he was finished.

He grabs his and your bags when he says, “Let’s go.” You both stood up at the same time but he grabs you by the waist to stop you from walking away. “You can’t go out like that. It’s about to start raining and you’re wearing a skirt.” He grabs his coat from where he had placed it neatly behind him. As he’s wrapping his coat around you, he takes a few steps closer to you, enough to where you can feel his breath. He begins buttoning the coat and your eyes turn to look at his hands. You can tell he’s looking at your eyes but you’re afraid to look up.

“Geez get a room guys! Hurry up or we’re gonna leave you behind.” Dracos’ voice makes you take a step back and grab your bag off his shoulder. You speed walk towards Pansy and Theo hears something of an apology. He was left with his heart beating out of his chest all because the girl of his dreams was right in front of him and his Draco ruined it.

Theo is lying on you with his arms wrapped around your torso, his head below your neck. You’re playing with his hair as you listen to Blaise and Mattheo debate over you don’t know what.

You unintentionally make eye contact with Pansy. She raises her eyebrows and gives you a smirk. She’s the only one who knows about your feelings and constantly finds chances to subtly tease you. She always says he likes you too. However, you don’t see it. Theo and you are just friends, he will never have feelings for you.

You see that she’s in the exact same position as you are. Except nobody questions her because she and Draco are in a relationship. Your hand freezes on Theos’ hair and he looks up at you, “Are you okay?” His eyes piercing into yours.

You give him your most convincing smile, “Yea, I’m just tired.” You look away so he can’t see you’re lying to him.

He hugs you tighter for a second then says, “Okay let’s go to bed then.” He pulls away, getting off of you in the most gentlemanly manner. Once he’s off the couch he uses his left hand to hold yours and wraps his right hand around your waist as if you needed that extra support. “Guys we’re gonna go upstairs.” Theo announces their departure to the group.

Blaise gasps over-dramatically, “We’re going upstairs? Thank Merlin I’m tired!” He starts to fan himself, provoking Theo.

Theo narrows his eyes at the boy and shoves Blaise back down into his seat as the pair walk by hand in hand. “Not everyone ‘we’, ‘we’ as in Y/N and I. Goodnight.” He says without looking back, pulling you away from them.

Goodnight. He said goodnight. Implying you’ll be sleeping together, right? You’re pretty sure your face is a complete tomato. You turn around with a big smile, “Goodnight everybody, have a safe sleep!” Your voice echoes as you walk up the steps to Theos’ individual dorm.

What you didn’t get to hear is the conversation that continued in the common room.

“Safe? Who says have a safe sleep?”

“Not important Blaise.” Pansy rolls her eyes, “Did you guys see them? They are so annoying with the ‘They don’t like me back’ back and forth. We need to do something.”

They spend quite a bit of time coming up with a plan that would get one of you to confess your feelings to the other. They have too many to choose from, possibly too many that go too far. That would be Draco’s and Mattheo’s fault.

Upstairs in Theos’ dorm is a different story. He had lent you some of his shorts that he grew out of and a loose shirt, that was way oversized on you. You were lying in his bed waiting for him to exit the restroom. You two were just going to sleep, you knew that, but you couldn’t help all the scenarios that crossed through your mind.

You unconsciously played with the necklace Theo had gifted you for absolutely no reason at all. It was his initial with a note card reading, ‘Not because I own you, but because I know you.’ And you haven’t taken it off since.

You slightly open your eyes and you can tell it must be the middle of the night. You’re laying on Theos’ chest and look up to see him staring at you with a strange look on his face. He pauses, then says, “You're my best friend.” and you knew what it was, he is in love. At least you hope?

Valentine’s Day was coming up and so was the number of boys that were asking you to Hogsmeade. You were surprised that anybody at all was asking you out. Typically you just go with your friends to get a ButterBeer and walk around. For the past few years you’ve hoped Theo would ask you but he never has.

Due to the amount of second and third years asking you out, you assumed it was a prank. But then, Sirius Black asked you out and you found yourself saying yes to him with no hesitation. One conversation with him and your question of how does he get so many girls, is gone.

You’re doing homework in your dorm wearing your comfortable afterschool outfit. Someone knocks on your door, you get up from your bed and see that it’s Theo holding a small black present bag beautifully designed. Your mouth turns into that huge smile it does when you see him as you open the door. Immediately you wrap your arms around him to hug him, “Hi! Did we have plans?”

You let go once you realize he wasn’t hugging you back. In fact, he looked pissed. “Sirius Black? Do you know how many girls he’s been with? How many girls he’s made cry?” Okay so he found out.

You throw your head back in nervous laughter, “Theo, do you know how many girls you’ve been with?” You walk back into your room, Theo following you and closing the door behind him.

“Him and I are not the same person.” His eyes are piercing into yours. He’s two steps away from you and it feels like his skin is on yours. “I was going to ask you to Hogsmeade. I was going to ask you- you just needed to give me time. This is for you, for the day I was going to ask you.”

He’s holding out the small black present bag to you. It has a neatly set bow on the top, confirming that Pansy helped him with this gift. You open the bag and take out something inside, you see you two are dancing in a snow globe round’ and round’. Theo charmed the snowglobe so your figures would not only dance but play in the snow together, sit under a tree, swing on the swing set.

You gasp, it’s the most beautiful gift you’ve ever received. “Thank you thank you thank you!” You put the snowglobe down on your nightstand and give him the biggest hug, squeezing him as hard as you can. “I love it! I also got you a present…sort of.” You open your nightstand drawer and picking up the wrapped gift and handing it to Theo.

He chuckles, “Isn’t this just meant to be.” He whispers the last part mostly to himself but you softly smile having heard it. He rips the wrapping and sees it’s a gold frame with a photo of the two of you, he’s behind you with his chin on your head and his arms wrapped around your waist. Your hands are placed above his, securing they don’t leave. You both have a goofy smiles on your face.

“It’s for your nightstand, I don’t know I just thought it’d be cut-”

He interrupts you, “I love it. I absolutely love it.” He drags out his last word and now the silence is so loud. He has put down the gift and started staring at your necklace, the one he gave you for no reason at all.

The light reflects the chain on your neck. He sighs, taking a final step towards you, almost closing the space. He says, "Look up," and your shoulders brush. No proof, one touch. But you felt enough. He gently touches the necklace then smiles almost to himself. He meets your eyes, “I like you so so much Y/N. I have for years now and I can’t keep trying to forget you. I was going to ask you I promise. You just had to give me a little more time. I’ve spent my whole life trying to put this into words. It’s love, true love.”

He grabs your face and quickly presses his lips against yours, you waste no time kissing him back. This is finally happening, you never thought this would happen. You never thought you would be in this situation.

You’re the first to pull away and your foreheads are leaning on each other while you’re both breathing heavily. You give him a quick peck on the lips then a teasing smile when he pouts as you pull away. “I like you so so much too Theo.” He looks up in shock, quickly sitting on your bed and pulling you to straddle his waist.

He puts his hands dangerously low and attempts to pull you closer to him, you can tell it works when you see him take a deep breath and hard gulp. His eyes roam your body as he smirks, your face now in his hands, he says, “So you’re saying it’s love? True love?”

You throw your head back in laughter, “Yes, yes I’m saying it’s love. It’s true lov-.” With your final answer Theo interrupts you by feverishly placing his lips on yours. You don’t mind the interruption at all though.

okay I’m feeling a bit 7/10? I finally did 1989! hopefully next will be ttpd 🤞🏼

requests are open 🫶🏼

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inkdrinkerworld · 9 months ago

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hii! can you write something about sirius and reader cuddling? like she wants to get out of bed in the morning but sirius is constantly stopping her by grabbing her etc.

You try moving from under Sirius only to feel his hands clamp down on your waist.

“No.” Monosyllabic and firm even this early in the morning, but Sirius makes you smile.

“Siri I need to get up.”

He shakes his head then tucks it between your boobs. “No, your alarm didn’t even go off yet.”

He isn’t wrong, but you booked a workout class this morning and you’re hoping that you actually make it unlike last time.

You’ve ten minutes till your alarm goes off.

“You’re right, but I’m up now. I can go get ready and come back and cuddle you before I really have to go.”

Sirius doesn’t like that plan. “Or you can cuddle me now and leave when your alarm goes off.”

You sigh, a smile on your face as your fingers card through his hair. “Will you let me up when it goes off?”

He doesn’t answer and that’s all the answer you need. Still, you remain under him, scratching his scalp with one hand and his back with the other.

When your alarm goes off, Sirius glares at you. “Do you have to go?”

It’s so rare to see Sirius like this, cuddly and needy for your attention but you love it and bask in it at any opportunity.

“I’m sorry, Siri.” He pouts at you, his grey eyes light in the early morning sun. “I’ll only be gone an hour and a half, baby.”

Sirius groans, “Don’t go hm? We can find another workout to do.” His eyebrows dance, you only laugh.

“Maybe later today Siri. C’mon let me up.”

He makes a show of it, rolling off you and laying with the sheets down at his waist as you slide off the bed.

“At least give me some love, poppet. Can’t leave me like this.”

Sirius lays his hands flat on the bed as you lean over and kiss him, chasing your lips every time you pull away.

“Go back to sleep, Siri. I’ll bring you breakfast and coffee when I’m getting back.” The words are whispered against his lips.

He smiles, “Oh you’re a doll. I love you.”

You grin, kissing his cheek. “I love you too Siri.” You climb back off the bed before he can grab you and make you stay any longer.

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Sirius Black x reader

Protective

You had always been on good terms with the Marauders. They were loud, mischievous, and sometimes insufferable, but they were also kind, loyal, and fiercely protective of their own. And ever since James and Lily had started dating, you had found yourself spending even more time with them.

James was constantly off with Lily, and Remus had his nose buried in books more often than not and Peter had his own stuff going on. That left you with Sirius Black.

Sirius, with his easy grin and effortless charm, who had somehow become your closest companion. He flirted oh, he flirted relentlessly but he was also something more. He looked out for you in ways that made your heart stutter. Pulling you closer in crowded hallways, making sure you never walked alone at night, sending glares at anyone who so much as looked at you the wrong way.

You weren’t stupid. You knew what was happening. You knew what it meant when your heart raced at his touch, when his laughter felt like sunlight warming your skin. But you also knew what kind of man Sirius was restless, untamed. He wasn’t meant for one person.

Or so you thought.

It happened in the Great Hall.

You and Sirius had been walking to your usual spot at the Gryffindor table when someone sneered, “Filthy Mudblood.”

The word cut through the air like a knife.

For a second, you froze. You had heard it before, of course. The world wasn’t kind to people like you. But it never stopped stinging, never stopped feeling like something vile seeping into your bones.

Sirius, however, didn’t freeze.

He spun so fast that his robes whipped around him, grabbing the front of the Slytherin’s robes before you could blink. His voice was low, dangerous, and his grey eyes were darker than you had ever seen them.

“You say that again,” he growled, “and you won’t have a tongue left to speak with.”

The Slytherin laughed, but it was nervous. “Touched a nerve, Black?”

Sirius slammed him against the table. Hard. Gasps echoed around the hall. “You think this is a joke?” he snapped. “You think you can just throw around that word like it means nothing? People like you are the reason there’s a war coming.”

“Mr. Black!” McGonagall’s voice rang across the hall, sharp and disapproving. “That is quite enough.”

Sirius let go, shoving the Slytherin back before he stalked out of the hall, jaw tight.

You didn’t hesitate. You ran after him.

You found him by the Black Lake, fists clenched, shoulders tense.

“Sirius”

“I don’t care,” he interrupted, not looking at you. “I don’t care that I got in trouble. I don’t care if McGonagall gives me detention for a month. I don’t care about any of it.”

You swallowed, stepping closer. “I just I don’t want you to get hurt or in trouble because of me.”

At that, he turned to you, frustration and something else something raw-burning in his gaze.

“Well, I love you,” he said, voice thick with emotion, “and I will always defend you. It might just be a word to you, but people have actual hatred, and they will hurt you. There’s a war, and I need to protect you because I love you.”

The world stilled.

Your heart thudded painfully against your ribs. You searched his face, but there was no trace of his usual teasing grin, no hint of a joke. Just sincerity. Just love.

“Sirius”

And then he kissed you.

His hands cupped your face, fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled you close. His lips were warm and urgent, pouring every ounce of his emotions into the kiss his fear, his devotion, his love.

When you finally broke apart, breathless, you pressed your forehead against his.

“I love you too,” you whispered.

Sirius let out a breath, a mix of relief and something else something lighter, freer. Then he grinned, the Sirius Black you knew slipping back into place.

“Well, good,” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Because you’re stuck with me now.”

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 month ago

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February Feelings - Sirius Black X Female Reader

Title: February Feelings

Sirius Black X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Lily, Remus, James, Peter (Mentioned), and McGonagall (Mentioned)

Requested By: Anon! Barley (I'm sorry for the wait!)

WC: 4,947

Warnings: Teasing, banter, flirting, cursing, nicknames, friends to lovers, obliviousness, insecurities, italics, confession, no specific house mentioned, mini angst, and fluff

It was a well-known fact that Sirius Black and Y/N L/N were inseparable, but it was also a well-known fact that they couldn’t go five minutes without making everyone uncomfortable with the kind of tension that belonged in a romance novel rather than the Gryffindor Common Room.

James had a running bet with Lily on when they’d finally crack. He said before Christmas; she said before spring break. Remus, ever the quiet observer, simply sighed every time Sirius called Y/N “my love” with that infuriating smirk, just to see her roll her eyes and call him a “fleabag.”

Peter had tried to stay neutral. He really had, but even he had taken to keeping a tally in the back of his Potions notebook of every time Y/N touched Sirius’s arm for no reason. The count for the day was at seventeen. Or maybe twenty. He’d lost track somewhere between Charms and Divination.

Hell, the Marauders were sure that everyone else in Hogwarts knew about Sirius and Y/N - except Sirius and Y/N.

You and Sirius were best friends. Of course you were. You just didn’t act like it - unless your definition of best friendship included constant bickering, long stares that lingered too long to be casual, and a silent, stubborn refusal to acknowledge whatever the hell was going on between the two of you.

Another thing, you were both ridiculously touchy. You’d steal his scarf when you were cold, he’d throw an arm around her shoulders, and your fingers brushing constantly - passing quills, books, and firewhiskey at parties. Not to mention all the times you were always sitting way too close to one another on the Common Room couch with your legs tangled together or all the times you’d play with the ends of Siris’ hair absentmindedly during study sessions. And don’t even get James started on all times he’d notice Sirius resting his hand on your knee. It’s been three years of dealing with this. And honestly? At this point, James was ready to lock you both in a broom cupboard and be done with it.

Flipping through your notebook, you gradually made your way to the Great Hall for lunch, eyes scanning the notes you’d scribbled in Charms earlier. You weren’t too worried about running into anything or anyone. Years of reading while walking had made you practically an expert in dodging people without looking up.

You were silently mouthing the incantation to a charm, repeating it over and over in your head, when a familiar arm slid around your shoulders, pulling you into their side. You didn’t need to look up; you already knew exactly who it was.

“There she is,” He said, voice warm and smooth as he bent down slightly to press a quick kiss to the top of your head.

You bit back a smile. Well, you tried to, anyway. It slipped through, however, traitorous and soft as your eyes raised from your notes to meet his.

“Hello, Siri,” You said back, slipping your notebook into your satchel as you spoke. You didn’t hesitate to wrap an arm around his waist, fitting perfectly into the space he made for you.

Sirius grinned down at you, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "And how is my favorite girl today?" He asked, his voice light and teasing.

You let out a huff, raising an eyebrow at him. "I haven’t seen McGonagall yet," You quipped, a smirk tugging at your lips. “But, I’ll let you know when I do.”

Sirius’s eyes widened, clutching his chest as if you’d just struck a mortal blow, stumbling back a step with exaggerated grace. “You wound me, my love.” He gasped dramatically, pretending to stumble, making it look like he was about to collapse. You quickly placed your hand against his abdomen to steady him. The warmth of his body under your palm sent a flutter through you, though you tried not to focus on it. A small giggle escaped your lips despite yourself, amusement lighting your features as you shook your head.

Just then, Lily turned around from the corner ahead of you. Your smile brightened instantly, and you called you to her with a wave, slipping your hand from Sirius’ side as you made your way toward her. “Lily, darling!”

She waved right back with a smile almost as bright as yours, her eyes lighting up, “Y/N, dearest!”

James then popped up beside you, having somehow snuck up from where he, Peter, and Remus were walking behind you and Sirius. His voice was loud and overly dramatic as he called out, “Lily, my sweetheart, the love of my life!”

You and Sirius couldn’t help but roll your eyes. But before James could do any more ridiculous serenading, you slipped out of Sirius’ grip and hurried over to Lily, wrapping her in a warm hug. “You look amazing, as always,” You complimented, pulling from the hug.

“I have to say the same thing about you. Have you done something new with your hair?” Lily asked, as if you didn’t spend everyday together, locking her arm with yours.

James, naturally, pouted, dramatically heartbroken that Lily hadn’t spared him so much as a hug. With an exaggerated sigh, he turned to glance at Sirius beside him, only for the pout to vanish the moment he caught sight of the expression on his best mate’s face. Sirius’ gaze was full of quiet, admiring affection as he watched you with Lily.

James hummed to himself. He had seen that look on Sirius many times before. It was a soft, almost vulnerable expression, like the world had narrowed down to just you, and nothing else mattered. It was the same look James knew he gave Lily - when she wasn’t looking, when she laughed at something someone said, when she smiled like she didn’t know she’d just lit up the whole room.

“You’re whipped,” James blurted out, quiet enough that you couldn’t hear.

Sirius blinked, snapping out of whatever daze he’d fallen into while staring at you. He turned to James with a furrowed brow, clearly confused before letting out a ‘spft’, chuckling like James had just said something completely ridiculous.

“Please,” Sirius scoffed, shaking his head. “You’re one to talk.”

James rolled his eyes, nudging Sirius sharply in the side as they walked behind you and Lily. “Oh, sod off. You’re so obvious it physically hurts. Just ask her out already.”

Sirius snorted, “Ask her out?” He repeated, incredulous. “I can’t do that.”

“Why not?” James asked, exasperated, arms out like he couldn’t possibly comprehend the hesitation.

“Because she’s my best friend, Prongs!” Sirius hissed, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You know. The one person, aside from you, who actually puts up with me when I’m being a complete arse, who knows every stupid thing I’ve ever done and still decides to sit next to me at breakfast, lunch, and supper.”

James raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Yeah, and that’s exactly why you should ask her out. You’re halfway there already, mate. The cuddling, the flirting, the-” He gestured vaguely to Sirius, “-whatever you both were doing a minute ago.”

Sirius blinked at him, expression genuinely confused. “What? We were just walking.”

James stared at him, deadpan. “Mate. You kissed the top of her head, held her like she was your entire world, and you looked at her like she hung the bloody moon.”

Sirius opened his mouth to argue, but nothing came out. He caught the sound of your laugh drifting through the air, light and melodic. It hit his ears like music. His eyes slipped away from James, drawn back to you like they always were. He watched as you walked ahead, a little bounce in your step, your arm linked with Lily’s, your smile impossibly bright as you chatted about something he couldn't quite hear. The sight of you - so effortlessly radiant - had always been a sort of bittersweet torture for him.

“I bloody love her, James. Have since fourth year. But… She doesn’t love me.”

James let out an exaggerated sigh, clearly disappointed. “You’re hopeless, Pads. Can’t you see the way she looks at you?”

Sirius didn’t answer right away. He just looked at James, feeling a mix of fear and doubt. But before he could even respond, your voice called out through the corridor, snapping him out his head.

“Hurry up, boys! I’m not letting anyone else take the good seats at the table!”

Sirius blinked, his gaze immediately lifting to find you up ahead. The sound of your voice settled something warm in his chest. A small smile pulled at the corners of his lips.

James clutched his chest in mock despair, the other arm reaching out dramatically toward Lily. “Lily, my love, wait for me!” He cried out, dashing after her like some lovesick fool - in which, he was.

Remus passed by next, giving Sirius a firm pat on the shoulder with a quiet, knowing look. A beat later, Peter trailed behind, flashing a double thumbs-up that made Sirius huff a dry laugh under his breath. He exhaled slowly, his smile fading into something more pensive. As he picked up his pace to follow the others, he pushed down the doubt that still clung to him. For now, he’d settle for this - walking beside you, laughing with you, and loving you in silence.

~~~

The Common Room was dimly lit by the fire burning in the fireplace, the crackling of the fire filling the otherwise silent space. It was growing closer and closer to midnight, but neither you nor Lily were planning to go to bed yet. The two of you sat opposite of each other, papers scattered in front of the both of you on the coffee table between you, quills in hand as you both worked through the mountain of homework that was due at the end of the week.

Lily let out a soft sigh, her brow furrowing as she read over her essay for the fourth time. “I swear, if I read ‘properties of moonstone’ one more time, I might just lose it.” She muttered, tapping her quill against the parchment with a slight frown.

You gave her a sympathetic smile, but couldn’t help but chuckle a little. “I know what you mean. I keep making the same mistake on my Potions essay. I’m really tempted to just turn it in as it is and hope for the best.”

Lily shot you a look, her lips quirking up in a half-smile. “You’re going to fail if you do that.” She teased, “But, knowing you, you’ll somehow still get full marks.”

You grinned, “Hey, don’t jinx me.” Just as the words left your mouth, the creak of a door opening echoed through the quiet common room. You turned your head, eyebrows raising in surprise as Sirius emerged from the boys' dormitory. He ran a tired hand through his tousled ebony hair, his eyes half-lidded and steps slow. Your concern was immediate. “Siri? You alright?”

He blinked, only now seeming to notice you and Lily hunched over your homework. His expression shifted, just slightly, as he tried to smooth it over with a casual smirk. “What are you doing up?” He deflected, ignoring your question altogether as he padded across the room.

“Homework,” You replied simply, watching him approach.

Without another word, Sirius sank down beside you, and to your surprise, he eased himself sideways and gently laid his head in your lap, turning his face toward your stomach. One arm wrapped around your waist, then the other, nuzzling his face into your sweater. You barely had time to react before he exhaled deeply, eyes fluttering shut.

A soft smile pulled at your lips as you bit down gently on your bottom lip, carefully setting your quill aside. Leaning back against the plush cushions of the couch, you adjusted slightly to get more comfortable, one hand threading through Sirius’ hair while the other moved to rub slow, gentle circles along his shoulder.

Lily glanced up from her parchment, smirking as her eyes flicked from you to Sirius, then back again. Sirius scooted in even closer, nuzzling into your stomach with a content hum as your nails grazed lightly across his scalp. The next few minutes passed in a peaceful hush, the only sounds being the soft crackle of the fire and the rhythmic scratching of Lily’s quill. Eventually, you felt the weight of Sirius' body settle more fully against you, his breathing slowing into a deep, steady rhythm. Your smile widened, heart fluttering at the realization - he’d fallen asleep.

The moment lingered in warm silence until Lily’s soft, hushed voice broke through it. “He loves you, you know?”

Your head snapped up, eyes wide as you blinked at her once, then twice. “I-” You started, your voice caught somewhere between surprise and denial. You looked down at Sirius again, still sleeping soundly in your lap, his arms wrapped around your waist like he never wanted to let go. Your fingers continued threading gently through his hair, slower now. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Lils,” You murmured, though your voice wasn’t quite as steady as you wanted it to be. Sirius shifted slightly in your lap, letting out a sleepy breath against your stomach, completely at peace, and completely unaware of how much he made your heart ache in the best and worst ways.

Lily just arched a brow, clearly unconvinced, before returning to her essay with a knowing little smile. She looked back down at her work, dipping her quill back into the ink pot, before she added, “You know… James is a bit dramatic with his love for me. He always has been.” She smiled to herself, fondness in her voice. “He sings my name when I’m two feet away. Tries to carry my books when I’m perfectly capable. And don’t even get me started on how he talks about me to literally anyone who’ll listen.” You gave a faint, amused snort despite yourself. “But sometimes,” She went on, her tone shifting, becoming more thoughtful, “When he thinks I’m not paying attention, when he isn’t trying to be charming or ridiculous… He looks at me like I hung the stars and moon.” Her eyes flicked up only briefly, meeting yours with that same calm, knowing softness. “And that’s exactly how Sirius looks at you. Same love. Same adoration. Same admiration.”

You swallowed thickly, tearing your eyes away from her to glance down at the boy in your lap. What you could see of his face, he looked relaxed and content. You sighed, your hand leaving his hair to trail, fingertips just brushing along the soft skin of his cheek before brushing his hair back from his forehead. He barely stirred, but his hold around your waist tightened ever so slightly. Your chest ached in that stupid, tender way he always made it ache. Your fingers stilled for a moment, eyes studying the way the firelight danced over part of his face and how his lashes cast soft shadows upon the apples of his cheeks. You’d always found him beautiful, infuriatingly so. But right now, he looked soft. In a way that made you feel like you were holding the entire world in your lap. You said nothing. You just kept running your fingers through his dark, silky hair, your other hand still resting gently on his shoulder.

Eventually, Lily let out a small yawn, stretching her arms overhead. “Alright,” She murmured, blinking tiredly. “I should get to bed before I pass out and ruin this essay with drool.” She began gathering her books and parchment into a neat pile, stuffing them into her bag. As she stood, she paused, “Good luck.” She whispered before walking off toward the girl’s dormitory.

You sighed quietly when you heard the door close behind her. The fire’s glow flickered across Sirius’ face as he remained curled up against you, peaceful and unaware. Your hand slowed in his hair, brushing the strands back from his forehead once again, your fingers memorizing every line, every angle of him. Carefully, with one hand, you reached back, fingers brushing against the soft knit of the red throw blanket draped over the back of the couch. You tugged it free, slowly unfurling it with a soft rustle before gently laying it over Sirius’ resting form. You took your time, making sure it was tucked around his shoulders and draped down his back, cocooning him in warmth.

You let out a quiet sigh, your fingers instinctively returning to his hair. “You don’t know what you do to me, Siri,” You whispered, your voice barely audible over the gentle crackle of the fire. Your eyes lingered on him, tracing every detail - his lashes, the faint freckles across his nose, the way his mouth was slightly parted as he breathed. A wistful smile tugged at your lips. “You drive me mad, you know that? And I think… I think I’ve been in love with you for ages.”

You leaned down, heart pounding, and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, lingering for just a second longer. Settling back into the couch, you exhaled slowly, your eyelids growing heavier with every slow blink. As you drifted off to sleep, your breathing evened out, soft and steady.

And beneath the blanket, with his face tucked against your stomach, Sirius did his best to keep his eyes closed and his breathing slow. His heart thundered in his chest, the echo of your words playing over and over in his mind. You’d said it - you loved him. And Merlin, he wanted to open his eyes, to pull you into his arms, to say it back right then and there.

But he didn’t. Couldn’t. Not yet.

~~~

The first light of morning filtered through the cracks in the curtains, casting a golden glow over the Common Room. Stirring, Sirius groaned softly, opening his eyes slowly, only to realize that you were in his arms. Throughout the night, you had both moved, somehow managing to lay on the couch in a somewhat comfortable position. Sirius was on his back, his arms wrapped tight around you, while you were laying half on top of him and half to the side, your hand over his heart, while your face was buried against his neck. Your soft, even breathing brushed against his skin, sending a flutter through his chest. For a moment, he just stayed there, frozen, taking in the sensation of having you so close - feeling your warmth seep into his skin, mingle with his bones, and wrap around his soul.

Then, you began to stir, a soft murmur escaping your lips as you shifted closer to him. His hand found its way to your back, gently rubbing it, feeling the soft rise before you shifted again, and suddenly you were wide awake, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. You sat up quickly, a surprised gasp escaping your lips as you pulled yourself away from him. Your eyes flicked everywhere, avoiding his gaze, as you quickly tried to smooth your hair down.

"I’m sorry" You awkwardly chuckled out, “I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you like that.”

Sirius chuckled softly, the warmth in his chest spreading at the sight of you flustered. “Hey, love, it’s fine,” His voice steady. “No need to apologize.”

You nodded, before looking out the window, seeing the sun beginning to rise. “It’s morning,” You said, before standing up. "I should probably get ready for class," You muttered, but before you could move much further, Sirius reached out and grabbed your hand, his grip firm but gentle, pulling you back toward the couch. In one smooth motion, you were sitting again - this time, halfway in his lap. You gasped in surprise, your breath hitching as your eyes locked with his, the space between you both feeling incredibly, impossibly small. “Siri, we have to get ready for class.” You glanced shortly around the Common Room, no one was around. “I think we might be late.” You let out a chuckle, looking back at him.

Sirius worried on his bottom lip, something you knew he only did when he was really nervous. And there was this look on his face, one you hadn’t really seen before. It wasn’t his usual smirk, or anything, but something serious.

Tilting your head to the side slightly, you reached out with a hand, cupping his chin before freeing his bottom lip with his bottom lip. “Why so serious?” You asked, poking his cheek only for him to grab your wrist gently, shutting his eyes as he brought it to his cheek, letting out a somewhat shaky breath.

You frowned at the sudden shift, your playful expression fading as you gave him your full attention. This didn’t feel like the time for teasing.

Sirius looked at you, eyes searching, voice barely above a whisper. “Just… Tell me you’ve wanted me too. Even half as much as I’ve wanted you.”

Your shoulders dropped, breath catching as your eyes widened. “You… Want me?”

He nodded, the corners of his mouth twitching with something far softer than his usual flirtatious grin. “Why do you think I spend every spare moment with you?” He asked gently. “It’s not just for the laughs or the teasing - though I love that too. Or because you always save me a spot on the couch.” His hand was still on your cheek, thumb brushing slowly over your skin. “I want to be around you all the time. I crave your laugh, your weird little ramblings when you’re half-asleep, the way you laugh at my terrible jokes, the way you always know when I’m off- how you never push, but you always stay. Shit, even the way you roll your eyes at me. I want all of it. I want you. You're the only person who makes me feel like I can just be me.” He let out a soft, shaky breath. “You feel like home.”

You blinked, heart thudding, then tried to ease the tension bubbling in your chest with a soft grin. “You sure that’s not just because I always let you use my notes when you forget to write yours?”

Sirius groaned, dragging a hand down his face before throwing his head back dramatically. “Merlin, Y/N, I’m trying to be serious here!”

You laughed, leaning in a little closer. “But you are Sirius.”

He groaned, exasperated, “You’re ridicu-”

But before he could finish, you surged forward, your hand sliding up to the back of his neck, fingers threading through the soft strands of hair there. Without a second thought, you pulled him down, closing the space between you and pressing your lips to his, shutting him up. Sirius froze for half a second, like his brain needed to catch up with his heart, and then he kissed you back. His hand found your waist, the other cradling your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek like you were made of stardust and silk.

When you finally broke apart, both of you breathless, your foreheads pressed together. His fingers still curled at your waist, holding on like he never wanted to let go. Sirius let out a soft, breathy chuckle, eyes still closed, the corners of his mouth twitching into that familiar, lazy grin. “I’ve been waiting for that,” He murmured, voice rough and warm, “Since fourth year.”

You let out a breath of laughter, your nose brushing against his as you smiled. “Yeah? Well, I’ve got you beat.” He raised an eyebrow as you both pulled back. You smirked. “I’ve been waiting since third.”

Sirius blinked, then laughed - full and loud, “Merlin, you stubborn, brilliant thing,” He said, shaking his head affectionately. “All that time, and we could’ve been doing this instead of pretending we weren’t both stupidly in love.”

You grinned, your fingers brushing through his hair. “Well, we’re here now.”

“Yeah,” He whispered, his voice suddenly softer, more serious, as he leaned in again, “We are.”

~~~

Walking down the hall, you laughed, carefree and light as Sirius swung your intertwined hands back and forth between you. The morning sun streaked through the tall window, catching in his and your hair and giving you both a soft, golden glow. Suddenly, Sirius grinned and raised your joined hands, making you twirl under his arm with an elegant little spin before he tugged you right into his side, his arm draping easily over your shoulders.

You rolled your eyes playfully, bumping your hip into his as he leaned down to press a kiss to the side of your head, steadily making your way into the Great Hall. You smiled, realizing that you had more time to eat than you realized. Your eyes scanned the familiar tables until they landed on your friends, already seated. You chuckled under your breath, amused at the sight of James with his elbow propped on the table, his fist squishing into his cheek as he gazed dreamily at Lily, who was valiantly pretending not to notice. Remus sat beside her, shaking his head before going back to his book, while Peter beside him was already halfway through his second piece of toast.

Sliding into your seat beside Sirius, across from the four, you greeted them all with a bright smile, “Good morning!”

Lily raised an eyebrow, a small smile on her face as you began placing food on your plate, “Someone’s in a good mood.”

“Can you blame her?” Sirius said smoothly, stealing a grape from your plate. “She gets to start her day with me.”

You elbowed him lightly, but Sirius only smirked down at you in return, his hand slipping down to rest on your thigh beneath the table. The warmth of his touch burned through the fabric of your robes, and you felt your cheeks flush instantly, heat creeping up your neck.

Across the table, James caught the exchange and leaned forward with an all-too-knowing smirk. “So,” He drawled, lifting his mug of pumpkin juice dramatically. “How’d you two sleep last night?”

You froze for a second, eyes widening slightly before you began pouring yourself some blueberry tea. Sirius raised a brow in response, casual and unbothered. “Great, actually,” He said smoothly, voice laced with amusement.

James grinned wider. “Yeah, I bet. You looked mighty comfy this morning when I came downstairs. Didn’t want to wake you. You both looked too peaceful. Almost domestic, really.”

You huffed, rolling your eyes as you reached for your toast. “Oh, please, Prongs, you’re just jealous you weren’t cuddling Lily this morning.”

James didn’t even try to deny it. “Obviously,” He said without missing a beat, turning dramatically to Lily with wide, hopeful eyes. “So when do I get to cuddle you, my love? I’m house-trained, I promise.”

Lily sighed, long-suffering but not entirely annoyed, her lips twitching like she was fighting a smile. “You’re barely trained, James.”

Sirius barked out a laugh, resting his chin on his hand as he looked between the two. “Merlin, this table is getting disgustingly sweet.”

“You started it,” Lily pointed out dryly.

Sirius just grinned, unbothered, and took a bite of his toast, crumbs sticking to the corner of his mouth. He didn’t say anything, just scooted a little closer to you on the bench. You looked up at him with a soft smile, noticing the crumbs. Without thinking, you reached up and gently brushed them away with your thumb.

Sirius chewed the last bite and swallowed, murmuring, “Thanks, love.”

The four friends across from you all exchanged looks, eyes narrowed in suspicion. Lily finally broke the silence. “So… When did this all happen?”

Sirius, still looking at you and not the least bit fazed, replied simply, “This morning.”

James groaned dramatically and flopped sideways into Lily’s shoulder like he’d just taken a hit. “Ugh, why!”

Lily, very casually, held out her hand to him. “Pay up.”

James reached into his pocket with a wounded expression and slapped four Galleons into her palm. “You’re evil, but I still love you.” He muttered.

Sirius blinked. “You bet on us?”

James nodded against Lily’s shoulder, defeated. “She said you two would finally get together before spring break, but after Christmas. I said before Christmas.”

Lily smirked, pocketing the winnings. “I always win when it comes to you two. The tension was unbearable.”

James sighed dramatically again. “Why couldn’t you have just snogged two months ago? You could’ve saved me four Galleons.”

You and Sirius shared a look before bursting into laughter. Lily rolled her eyes fondly, “Honestly, it’s about time.”

“Agreed,” Remus muttered, not even looking up from his book. “Now maybe the rest of us can finally have some peace.”

Peter snickered into his pumpkin juice, he knew that wasn’t true.

You leaned your head against Sirius’s shoulder, letting out a content sigh as the chatter continued around you. The Great Hall was alive with noise and movement, students hurrying through breakfast before class, but you barely noticed any of it. Not when Sirius pressed a kiss to the top of your head and whispered, “Best morning I’ve ever had.”

“Even better than the time James tried to serenade Lily and accidentally hexed his own eyebrows off during breakfast?” You asked teasingly.

He grinned, lips brushing your ear. “That one’s a close second.” You laughed, and the sound felt light.

Whatever came next, detentions, exams, the unpredictable chaos of Hogwarts, you knew one thing for sure: you and Sirius had finally found your rhythm, and you weren’t about to let it go. And judging by the way he held you a little closer and stole one more kiss before class, neither was he.

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blueberrylemontea-fanfic · 10 months ago

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Cassandra

Pairing: wolfstar x fem!reader

Summary: You get upset when Sirius flirts with someone else. You get into a fight. You make up.

Warnings: 18+, SMUT (threesome, slight dom!Remus), little bit of angst, arguing, readers exit gets blocked briefly

You were pissed.

Deep down, you knew you were overreacting, but you were still pissed.

You knew Sirius was a flirty person, always had been. And you knew he didn't mean it. It normally didn't bother you, but this time felt different.

You knew for a fact that he'd had a crush on Cassandra a while back. It also didn't help that she was kind of amazing, not to mention gorgeous…

You'd tried to get the image out of your head of Sirius leaning over her against the wall, laughing with her… But it was like it was tattooed on your corneas. It was all you'd been thinking about that afternoon.

It didn't help that you'd been studying with Remus in their dorm and that Sirius was acting completely oblivious. As well as annoying. He was restless, constantly distracting Remus and you from your work.

"Come oooon," he whined. "You've been at this all afternoon. Let's do something fun."

"Think you've had enough fun for the day," you muttered under your breath.

"What was that, love?" Sirius perked up.

"Nothing," you waved him off.

He raised an eyebrow as his eyes wandered over you.

It irrationally infuriated you that he'd only just noticed your mood.

"Everything alright, deary?"

You nodded. "Yeah, why wouldn't it be?"

Just because he noticed, didn't mean you wanted to talk about it.

Sirius knelt down in front of your chair. "You sure? You don't seem…"

"Seem what?" You snapped.

Remus put his book down at that. "Siri's right, love, you don't seem quite alright today. Anything you want to talk to us about?"

You let out a sigh. You really didn't like that Remi was getting caught in the middle of this, but you also really weren't ready to have this talk. "It's nothing, really, I'm fine."

"Hey, don't do that," you chastised as the boys exchanged a worried look. "You don't want to believe me, that's fine. I'll just go." You haphazardly gathered up your stuff and shoved it in your bag, ready to storm out.

"Oh, come on, deary, please don't leave." Sirius grabbed your wrist but you pulled out of his grip instantly.

"Please don't leave like this," he whispered.

"Just talk to us." The softness of him made your stomach drop, but you couldn't bear talking through these insecurities right now.

Remus brushed a lock of hair behind your ear. "You're worrying us a little bit, darling. Would you please stay and talk?"

You shook your head.

"Are you mad? Did we do something?" Sirius was getting desperate. He hated fighting with the people close to him.

You bit your tongue, willing your eyes not to well up. "I've got to go."

You crossed the dorm, but Sirius beat you to the door.

"Siri, get out of the way…" You sighed, but Sirius wasn't planning on moving any time soon.

"No. Not until you tell us what's going on!"

"Sirius…" Remus tried to intervene.

"No, Remi, she can't leave like this. There's clearly something going on."

You were starting to lose your patience. "Sirius, get out of my way."

"Not until you tell me what's wrong!" Sirius yelled.

"I don't have to tell you everything that goes on in my head, y'know? You're not entitled to my every thought!" You screamed back at him. You were about to lose your temper.

"Darling, I love you, and there's something wrong. I just wanna help. Just want you to be okay."

"I've told you, I'm fine. I clearly don't want to talk. Now step away from the goddamn door!"

You knew Sirius. He was not relenting. He had sunk his teeth in, and that meant he wasn't letting go. You also knew he was spiralling, going over all the worst case scenarios of how this could end. And if only that image of him and Cassandra hadn't been dancing in front of your eyes, you probably would have stopped to soothe him. But you couldn't bring yourself to do it, now.

You knew there was only one way you were going to get past him. And so, you whipped your wand out of your boot. "Don't make me do this, Sirius." You were almost pleading.

Sirius' confused, hurt look was a punch in the gut, but he really wasn't leaving you any other options.

"Y/n…" He started.

"I don't want to talk to you right now, Sirius. Now, for the last time, let me out of here."

Finally, Remus swooped in, pushing Sirius behind him and opening the door.

You silently stormed out the door, leaving your two bewildered boys behind.

***

You had ignored your boys all throughout the next day, rushing out of every class before they'd even packed their books.

You'd done a pretty good job of it, until there was a knock on the door of your dorm that evening, and you were greeted with two sheepish faces.

"Hi," Remus started tentatively.

"Hi."

"Can we talk?" You looked back into your dorm, which was decidedly not empty. "Are Prongs and Wormtail in?"

"They're in the common," Remus answered.

You nodded measuredly. "Alright, let's go to your dorm."

There had never been tension between you like there was now. It vaguely reminded you of before you got together, when being around each other was all tense and electric. Merlin, were you missing that electricity now...

You plopped down on Remus' bed, fiddling with your thumbs. "So..."

"I'm so sorry," Sirius burst out.

"Merlin, love, I'm so so sorry, I don't know what I was thinking." Sirius sunk down onto the floor in front of you.

"It's okay, Siri," you started, but he interrupted you. "It's not, though. That was not okay. I am truly sorry, love."

You ran your hand through his hair. "Apology accepted, Siri. I'm sorry I pulled my wand on you."

"Didn't leave you much of a choice, did I? I promise, nothing like that will ever happen again."

You nodded. "I know."

Remus sat down next to you. "It's alright if you don't want to talk, dove, we're certainly not looking for a repeat of yesterday, but we're still a little worried. I promise I won't ask again after this, but, is anything bothering you, dear?"

Now that you'd cooled down, you found it much harder to lie to your boys, but you felt so silly admitting that this whole thing happened because Sirius talked to another witch...

"It's stupid, really... I'm just overreacting..."

"Hey, love, anything you're feeling, you know we want to know."

You sighed, burying your head in your hands. "I guess I was feeling a little pissed off."

Sirius' arm wrapped around your shoulders as he sat down on your other side. "Did something happen?"

You cast a sideways glance his way. "This is gonna sound so silly... I just, I saw you talking to Cassandra Fieldwake."

Sirius just looked at you expectantly, still clueless.

"And I guess I just got a bit jealous, is all..."

"Wait, what?" Sirius' eyes went wide. "You were jealous?"

You shrugged. "Well, I mean... Cassandra's great and you used to carry a massive torch for her, and then the two of you looked so flirty, and I know, you're a flirty person, so I just need to get over it..."

"Woah, no," Sirius interrupted, "you don't have to get over anything. I'm sorry I made you feel this way, but, darling, you've got less than nothing to worry about. I am crazy about you."

"I know... I just got insecure," you shrugged. Instantly, your boys wrapped you in a giant hug. "We are so incredibly lucky to have you, darling, we'd be out of our heads to look elsewhere."

"Really?"

"Of course, darling. You're perfect. I haven't so much as thought of another girl since I first kissed you."

"Oh, come on, now you're exaggerating," you rolled your eyes.

"Moony?" Sirius called out.

"He has not shut up about you for the past year-and-a-half. It would've been seriously annoying if I hadn't been so completely head over heels for you as well," Remi smiled, making you blush.

"You know what, Pads?" The drop in Remus' voice caught you off guard.

"I think we need to remind our little dove that she's our number one girl."

Sirius eyes glinted mischievously. "Y'know what, Moony, I think you're right."

You gasped when both of them launched an attack on your neck. You never got used to their hands all over you, it felt spectacular every damn time.

Remus softly guided you onto your back. He kissed you so deeply it made your head spin.

Before you could open your eyes, Sirius took Remus' place. They did this often, but you could always tell.

Remus' hand snaked under your shirt, toying with your breasts before undoing your shirt. You unhooked your bra with one hand and quickly tossed it aside. Moments later, your boys were all over your chest. Merlin, they never stopped looking like they belonged in a porno with the way their backs arched as they ravaged your chest.

"Shirts," you moaned. "Shirts off, please."

"So needy," Moony chuckled, but he took his shirt and tie off immediately. He helped Sirius undo his tie, pulling him in for a kiss while he was at it.

Soon, you were all shirtless, and Remus and Sirius were back on you. Sirius' hand palmed your thighs, working his way up to cup your heat.

"Siri..." You moaned.

"Tell him what you want, love," Remus cooed in your ear.

"Fuck, Siri, I want you to touch me."

Sirius didn't move his hand. "Like this, dove?"

You groaned in frustration. "I want you inside of me," you sighed.

Remus bit your earlobe. "Beg him."

"Remi..." You whined.

"Don't test me, dove," his voice was low in your ear and sent a shiver down your spine.

"Please, Siri, please touch me, I need your fingers in me so badly, darling..."

Sirius groaned at your words, making quick work of discarding the remainder of your clothes. His finger trailed over you and he groaned again. "She's so wet, Remi, so pretty, you've got to see her."

But Remus was too busy lavaging your upper body with kisses. "Our girl's the prettiest," he said in between kisses. "She looks even prettier when she's cumming, though. How about you make our girl feel good, Pads."

Sirius licked his lips. "Gladly."

You gasped as two of his digits plunged into you. Sirius knew exactly what you liked, his fingers angled just so in that way that made your eyes roll to the back of your head. His tongue rolled over your clit and you grabbed onto his hair.

"Do that again, Siri," you mewled.

Sirius happily obliged. "Think you can take one more, love?"

You nodded.

Sirius' third finger stretched you out gloriously.

"You're taking him so well, dove. Such a good girl for us," Remus was whispering encouragements in your ear. "Is Pads getting you there, darling?" He didn't need an answer, he knew your body by heart, but he demanded one anyway.

"I'm so close, Remi. Siri, please don't stop."

"Wouldn't dream of it, darling." Sirius was hitting that exact spot in you, your hands clutching at the sheets. When he did that thing with his tongue again, you were done for. Your back arched of the bed as you came on Sirius' fingers.

"So damn beautiful, dove." Remus' voice sounded strained.

Sirius let you ride out your orgasm on his fingers before slowly pulling them out, holding them out for Remus, who sucked them into his mouth eagerly. "Taste so good sweetheart. Merlin, Pads, move over, gotta taste her."

And just like that, Sirius was cuddled next to you, while Remus knelt down at the edge of the bed, lapping you up hungrily.

"Mmm, Remy, slow down." You tugged on his hair. "Sensitive," you breathed out.

" 'M sorry, lovely, but you should see yourself... You're so damn irresistible." He dove right back between your legs.

You were used to reigning Remus in by his hair. You'd learned quickly that there was few things he liked better than getting his hair pulled. You were a moaning mess as Remus quickly brought you close another orgasm, and then kept you there.

"Remi..." You whined. "Remi, darling, please. Please!"

Remus' taunting eyes looked back at you. "Please what, love?"

"Please make me cum, Remi, please."

He smirked devilishly. "Soon."

His tongue was flush against you, you were struggling against him. "Hold her still, Pads." Remus growled. Sirius kissed you deeply before moving down to your hips, holding you down to the mattress as he kissed your lower stomach.

"Remi," your breath hitched in your throat, as Remus once again brought you right to the edge. "Please!"

But Remus was never one to give in to your pleas so easily. He was going to use you like his little plaything until he was satisfied, and then he would let you cum. There was nothing more for you to do but give in to him. You relaxed into his touch, your body completely at his mercy. Remus brought you back until all you could do was moan out the word please, tears rolling down your cheeks.

Sirius was whispering affirmations in your ear the entire time. "Such a good girl, love, doing so well. You're so good for us."

"Isn't she, Pads? Such a good girl," Remus smirked. "Does our good girl want to cum?"

"Yes!" You cried out. "Yes, please, Remi, please!"

Remus' tongue dug into you, and this time, he wasn't stopping until your nails were scraping his scalp, hips bucking against Sirius' grip. You threw your head back, a silent scream on your lips as your orgasm crashed into. You held Remus in place until your orgasm subsided, his soft kitten licks guiding you back to earth.

When you caught your breath, your boys were cuddling you, peppering soft kisses across your cheeks.

"Fuck me, darling..."

"So damn perfect."

You grabbed Remus' hair again as you pulled him in for a slow kiss. "I love you, Remi," you whispered.

"I love you, too, dove."

You turned to kiss Sirius as well. "I love you, Siri."

He smiled fondly at you. "I love you too, deary, so, so much."

You watched in awe as your two boys kissed each other, exchanging their own I love you's.

Sirius bent back over you, his nose rubbing against yours. "You know we're not done with you, right, deary?"

You gasped as they tossed you further onto the bed, landing on your stomach. Remus warm breath in your ear made you shiver.

"You didn't think we were passing up this chance to fuck you, did you, love?"

He playfully bit your earlobe as you giggled.

"You gonna fuck me good, Remi?" You challenged.

"You bet your ass, lovey."

You yelped as Remus' hand struck you across the bottom.

"We're going to make you feel so good." Sirius bit your bottom lip as he slid in beneath you. He gathered some of the wetness between your legs and spread it over his length. "Merlin, I can't wait to fuck you."

Before you could even say the words 'then don't', Sirius was pushing into you.

"Fuck, Siri!" You cried out.

Sirius moved slowly, letting you adjust to him while Remus sidled up against your back. "I love you, darling," he whispered as he slowly started working open your ass.

"I love you too, Remi," you moaned. "You too, Siri."

Sirius pulled you in for a kiss. He sucked on the sweet spot behind your ear as Remus slowly pushed inside you. You let out a sigh at the feeling. Whenever they were inside you, you felt so gloriously full that it made you forget why you were ever not fucking them.

"You guys feel so good, fuck, you make me feel so damn good, I love you so much." You moaned as they started moving into you.

"Fuck, Remi, I can feel you," Sirius groaned.

"Me too, Pads. Feels good."

They moved into you in unison, quickly setting a pace that was setting your skin on fire. But still, you wanted more. "Fingers," you managed to breath out.

Sirius sneered. "Would you look at that, Moony, our little dove's not satisfied until all her holes are stuffed full."

"Such a little whore," Remus laughed into your ear. He spanked your ass roughly. "Go on, Siri, give her what she needs."

Sirius held out two of his fingers, watching as you eagerly sucked them into your mouth. You sucked Sirius' fingers, wishing it was one of their cocks instead.

"Merlin, Remi, look at her. She's taking me so well... I'm not gonna last much longer," Sirius' breathing was getting shallow.

Remus grabbed your hips, fucking you into them. You were so impossibly full. Your moans no longer made it out of your throat, they just had you choking on Sirius' fingers.

Remus grabbed Sirius' free hand and put in on your hip, replacing his own hand. Sirius' fingers dug into you as he desperately tried to hold off his orgasm. Remus noticed, reaching around you to grab Sirius' chin. "Don't you dare come before she does, you hear me."

Sirius nodded roughly. "I won't, Moony, promise."

"Good boy," Remus purred.

"Are you close, darling?"

You tried to answer, gagging on Sirius' fingers. Remus grabbed your chin. "Answer me, dear."

"Yes, so close, Remi," you managed to get out.

"Good girl. Keep sucking Paddies fingers like the good little whore you are."

You nodded vigorously.

They were pounding into you so hard you were practically bouncing on their cocks. You were so, so close. The kiss Remus planted on your shoulder warned you that he was going in for the kill. His free hand travelled down your side, teasing your inner thighs before pressing down on your clit.

You threw your head back onto Remus' shoulder as you came. You were completely overwhelmed, choking on Sirius' fingers as Remus was still rubbing your clit. They hadn't slowed down their pace, still fucking into you, chasing their own highs as you squeezed them deliciously.

They came with a string of profanity falling from their lips, Sirius throwing his head back and Remus biting down on your shoulder.

"Fucking hell, love," Sirius smiled as he fell back onto the bed.

"You did so well, darling," Remus guided you down onto the mattress as well.

"Such a good girl." He kissed your temple and cleaned the three of you up before falling back onto the bed, too.

"You feeling better, deary?" Sirius whispered into your ear.

You nodded. "Feeling incredible, Siri. Nothing but incredible."

"Sleep over?" Remus nuzzled his face into your neck.

"Gladly."

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my-castles-crumbling · 6 months ago

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Regulus's Amortentia

Hey guys! Someone requested I do some writing exploring the ways Amortentia can smell (that it doesn't always reflect romantic love) so I decided to so a series of microfics about it! I'm hoping to get a few of them done today.

Eight

The first time Regulus smelled the potion was when he was young. His father had always been an experienced and talented potioneer, something he passed down to his son, and so when the eight-year-old smelled the clear liquid, he already knew what it was.

He didn't know what it smelled like.

It was a vague smell, out of reach even when he breathed deeply, a hint of something, but not enough for him to grasp it.

He fled the room when his father caught him and yelled loud enough to make the cauldron rattle.

Twelve

Being taken under Slughorn's wing was a blessing and a curse. The tutelage of a Professor allowed him respite from the confusion of his house-- the push and pull of his kind friends and the strong ideas of those in years above him. But he also knew he was ostracizing himself by labelling himself the teacher's pet.

It was one day as he hid in Slughorn's study that he happened upon the cauldron again.

This time, he recognized the smell.

Cut grass and old leather. The scent of Sirius's hair potion that he always caught in his nostrils when his older brother pulled him into a secret hug when his parents weren't looking. A strange whiff of warmth, like the fire in the dorm he shared with Barty and Evan, and the smell of Pandora's sage she constantly burnt.

Fifteen

This time, he smelled it when he was stopping someone else from consuming it. Some horrible, sleazy seventh-years had been spiking the drinks of younger girls as a joke, enjoying the chaos of watching them run amok with love. So he'd taken to sniffing Pandora and Dorcas's drinks before they ate, just in case.

It was in Pandora's pumpkin juice that he caught the tendrils of the same hair potion, warmth, and sage as two years ago. But now, a new scent joined. The smell of the showers after Quidditch practice, the spicy soap that an older boy used. An older boy Regulus tried desperately not to look at.

Blushing profusely, Regulus took the drink up to the professors, reporting the potion.

Sixteen

The first time he encountered the potion in his studies was shortly after his first huge fight with his parents. They'd found out about how he'd reported the older Slytherins, and how he thought more about boys than girls. Sirius had left that previous summer, and Regulus had followed behind. His entire world had been turned on its axis.

And he'd also spent time with someone new. Someone with circular glasses and infuriatingly messy hair.

He shouldn't have been surprised, when the smell accosted his nostrils. When he stepped into the classroom and breathed deeply to inhale small scents of smoke and hair potion and leather and sage.

And sunshine.

He couldn't explain it, but the scent of the sun overpowered everything else, nearly knocking him backward.

And he shouldn't have been surprised.

But still, he gasped with the knowledge that not only did he love his brother and his friends, but he was in love.

With James Potter.

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brokenmenswhore · 11 months ago

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hate | remus lupin

pairing: remus lupin x fem!reader

summary: hate sex kink :)

warnings: smut (MDNI 18+), sexual harassment (he flips her skirt up, nonconsensual), remus is mean

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“You know I can’t go to a Gryffindor anything,” you pleaded, trying to get your best friend to stop pushing you into attending the party.

“There will be a ton of people there! Remus won’t even notice you,” she bargained.

You sighed. “I’m really, really not in the mood for his shit tonight,” you started, closing your books and cleaning up your schoolwork, “If I agree to go, I’m making it your responsibility to keep him away from me all night.”

Your best friend squealed and jumped up, hugging you in excitement.

You and Remus Lupin never got along. In first year, he and his friends would mercilessly tease you about the length of your hair. You were young, and you ignored it, but he always found a reason to tease you. In fifth year, his best friend Sirius began to taunt you, nonstop asking you about how sexually experienced you were and how Remus could help you. In sixth year, Remus became mean. He would throw your stuff around, spread rumors, turn people against you, and more. He became ruthlessly mean and you did everything you could do to avoid being anywhere near him. You even pleaded with professors to switch your classes if he was in them.

Your friends constantly teased you about him, claiming he was into you, but you never paid much attention to it. Sure, he was hot, but so were his friends, and that didn’t overshadow the fact that they were horrible.

You hated him. You physically recoiled at the sight of him. In private, sometimes your hand would find its way in between your legs, and you would think of Remus and some of the ways he would touch your hair or pinch your skin, but everywhere apart from the privacy of your bed, you loathed him.

The moment you stepped into the Gryffindor common room, you scanned the room for Remus, not spotting him or his usual crowd of Sirius, James, and Peter. You felt relieved, allowing yourself to relax a bit.

You grabbed a pumpkin juice, sitting on the common room couch. Your dress was shorter than you were used to, and sitting down almost exposed you in it, so you crossed your legs to protect your modesty.

“Who the fuck let you out of the house in that?” Remus said, plopping down next to you.

“Who the fuck let you out of the house at all?” you retorted, leaning forward to stand up. You were not in the mood for him.

Remus grabbed the bottom of your dress as you stood, trying to pull you back down. You swatted at his hand, half-standing. “Let go of my dress, Remus.”

“Oops,” Remus said, flipping the skirt up and briefly exposing your backside.

You instinctively quickly pushed your dress back down, turning your ass away from Remus. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” you asked, trying to keep your cool.

“Just wanted a peek,” Remus laughed.

“You’re sick,” you said, starting to walk away from the couch.

Remus stood up when you began walking away, following you around the room. You noticed, trying to weave your way around the mass of bodies to lose him, but he was too quick for you.

You ducked out of the common room, sneaking down a corridor and deciding this wasn’t worth it. Going back to your common room would be the only thing to give you solace, because Remus was incapable of leaving you alone, ever. The second he saw you, he had to torment and tease you until you found a way out of his sight. You were going to kill your best friend, how did she let him sit down right next to you?

“Walk any faster and you’re gonna fall in those heels,” he spoke from behind you.

You stopped short in the darkened corridor. You were sick of this. It was time to stop.

“What’s your problem, Remus?” you snapped.

“You’re my problem,” he answered, “I thought you were at least smart enough to put that together?”

You sighed. “You’ve been bullying me for seven years Remus. Seven years. Based on what? What did I ever do to you? Huh?”

“You do things like walking around in those stupid little short dresses,” he replied, completely unbothered.

“What the fuck does that even mean?” you spat back, trying your hardest to keep your voice quiet and avoid getting caught.

“Sheesh, language,” Remus scolded.

“Remus,” you said, taking a deep breath and evening out your tone, “you’ve been abusing me since we were like eleven. Why can’t you just get sick of me already?”

Remus moved closer to you, invading your personal space. He began to twirl a tendril of your hair in his fingers. “I enjoy you too much.”

You threw your hands up. “Why do I even try-“

Remus clasped a hand over your mouth. “Shut up.”

You protested from under his hand, trying to pull his hand away.

“Shut up, someone’s coming.”

You froze, immediately giving in to Remus’s efforts to quiet you down. Footsteps were approaching, and Remus pulled you into a nearby broom closet to avoid any potential run-ins. The closet was small, and you were too close to Remus for comfort. When Remus stopped hearing footsteps, he uncovered your mouth.

“You’re welcome,” he smiled.

“Don’t ever touch me again,” you warned, “I’m so sick of you.”

“Sick of me, are you? And you don’t think I have my reasons for treating you the way I do?”

Your eyes widened. “So why don’t you just tell me what those reasons are? Let me fix them so you can get out of my life.”

“I just really, really, hate you,” Remus spat, your faces too close.

“Oh, I guarantee I hate you more,” you responded.

You and Remus stared at each other for a moment, both worked up, before he pressed you against the wall, kissing you roughly. Your first instinct was to push him off and fight, but it felt too good, and you found yourself kissing him back.

The kiss was anything but intimate, full of pure hunger, lust, and hatred.

Remus quickly began to kiss down your jawline and on your neck, sucking a sweet spot right below your earlobe. You whined, the sound escaping your lips before you even knew it was coming.

His hand traveled downward, slightly lifting your dress as his fingers played with the waistband of your underwear. He stopped kissing your neck for a moment, searching your eyes for approval.

You nodded your head slightly to prompt him to continue, and he immediately dipped his fingers into your underwear, roughly rubbing circles on your clit.

You tried to control your moans, not wanting to get caught, but also not wanting to allow Remus the satisfaction. He noticed, and it only made him rougher.

Without warning, he shoved two long fingers inside of you. You let out another whine, your head thrown back against the wall, allowing Remus access to your neck again. He sucked and bit at the skin, marking you as his fingers fucked in and out of you.

“I hate this dress,” he sighed, increasing the pace of his fingers and curling them inside of you, “I hate how you always know better than me, I hate how you always blush when James talks to you, I hate your stupid superiority complex, and I hate hate hate Meadowes for kissing you in the greenhouse in fourth year.”

He said all of this without letting up, continuing his assault on your cunt. When he felt you begin to squeeze his fingers, he pulled them out of you, sucking your juices off of them before hoisting one of your legs up to his waist.

“I fucking hate the way you taste,” he added, dropping his pants and lining up his cock with your hole as fast as possible.

He slammed his entire length into you at once, causing you to moan out at the intrusion. He begin to thrust into you immediately, not giving you time to adjust to his size. He held your leg around his waist, allowing him easier access to ruthlessly pound into your cunt.

You wanted to respond, to make it clear that you truly loathed him, but all words escaped you as he fucked you against the broom closet door, his face buried in your neck as your body rocked against the wood.

He was becoming feral. He spoke with each thrust, “I. Fucking. Hate. You.”

Tears began to fall from your eyes at the intensity. He was fucking you harder than you ever thought possible. His cock was nearly splitting you open, the length and power combined reaching spots in your cervix you didn’t think possible.

“Rem-“ you whined, beginning to squeeze around his cock.

A hand wrapped around your throat as his eyes finally met yours. “I hate how fucking pretty that sounds coming from you,” he growled, placing another desperate kiss on your lips.

You were whimpering and crying, Remus taking full control of your body. “Rem, please-“

“Tell me what you think of me,” he demanded.

“Rem, I can’t-“

“Tell. Me.”

You tried to keep your eyes open, your face level with his. “I loathe you,” you breathed out, adrenaline taking over, “I absolutely f-fucking hate you.”

With that, Remus brutally lifted your other leg, wrapping it around his waist, the angle changing without him ever pulling out. He braced himself against the door, a hand next to your head as he slammed into you as fast as he could, chasing his own high as you came around him, milking him until he reached his own apex.

“Fuck,” he moaned, and after a few more thrusts and violent snapping of his hips, he came inside of you, breathing heavily and the air hot.

He pulled out of you, dropping your legs, causing you to nearly fall over. You caught yourself, stumbling as you smoothed out your dress.

You and Remus exchanged a look, sweaty and panting, and you broke the silence first.

“I’m going back to my common room,” you told him, “to forget that just happened.”

Remus pouted. “I don’t think you want that, doll,” he teased, “there’s some desires only Rem can fulfill.”

You almost slapped him. He fully just fucked you, and was already teasing you.

“I hate you,” you reassured him, swinging open the broom closet door and walking back to your common room.

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I hope I do.

Barty Crouch Jr. x Potter!reader

Summary: The reader wants Barty to meet her parents. He could not be more worried.

Warnings: cursing. Daddy Crouch issues.

A/N: This was based on an ask!

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"I think you're overthinking this." Y/N stated.

Barty Crouch Jr. had been dating the beloved sister of one James Potter for over a year.

Although she had been placed in Slytherin, nothing had changed in her family dynamic between her parents and brother.

Sirius and Regulus found themselves a little jealous.

Y/N reached out and grabbed Barty's hand from across the Slytherin table of the Great Hall. "Trust me on this."

Barty took a breath. "But I'm no angel, darling."

She leaned back with a small laugh, "They'll like you because I like you."

He nodded, but his mind was far from eased.

…

Regulus sat at the foot of his bed while half-listening to Barty's rant.

"I mean, her friends? Sure. Her brother? Yeah. But her parents? Parents… they're…" he paused his pacing in thought.

"Hard to please?" Regulus finished.

"Yes! Hard to please." He continued his stride back and forth. "The stress of pleasing your own parents is more than enough. But the parents of your future wife?"

Regulus' eyebrows furrowed, "Maybe don't start your introduction by saying she's your future wife."

Barty sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "You're right. You're always right. But, do you get what I'm saying?"

The youngest Black sibling nodded his head, "Especially if they're anything like James. Bloody annoying and brass."

Barty's eyes widened, "I didn't even think of that. Surely they're not horrible if Sirius is over there constantly."

Regulus shrugged, "He's just as thick headed as Potter."

The two laughed as his clever quip.

The laughter settled and the two were left in sudden serious silence.

"It's just," Barty sighed. "I already know I'm not good enough, especially for her. Blimey, she could have anyone in the world, and I was fortunate enough to be chosen. I already see that, Regulus. I can't take her father reminding me."

Regulus quit fiddling with his tie to look up at him, "That's what this is about? You're going in thinking they've already made up their mind about you?"

"It's Fleamont Fucking Potter! How could he not?"

A long sigh left Regulus' mouth as he stood up to get ready for bed. "You look the Dark Lord in the eyes every meeting, and you're scared of the Potters? J…Just talk to your girlfriend. I'm not qualified enough for this shit."

Barty didn't get much sleep that night.

…

"Stop messing with your jacket. You look fine." Y/N reprimanded as she fixed his jacket.

Barty's eyes were wide as saucers and his breath was shallow.

Y/N thought it was kind of cute.

"Is there… is there anything I need to know?" He asked quickly.

"Anything… what?" She asked confused.

"Any weird rules around the house? Any traditions? Anything I could do wrong?"

Y/N's eyes looked at him like he had two heads, "No."

"I mean that seriously, love. Any topics off the table? Does someone have a wonky eye I shouldn't stare at? You have to give me somethi-"

"Barty!" She laughed out. Her hands rested on his chest. "Take a deep breath. My parents will love you, alright?"

Regulus had a point. How could he look at Voldemort and feel nothing, yet two middle aged parents had him running for the hills?

"Are you ready?" She asked.

He nodded as he took a handful of floo powder. "I'm ready."

As he threw the powder down, the two disappeared in flames.

Their bodies appeared in the fireplace of the Potter Manor.

James was seated on the large sectional, and his heads snapped up at the sight. He smiled, "There you are. I was worried you two were too busy snogging to join us."

She took a deep breath and rolled her eyes, "Do you ever mind your own business?"

He shrugged, "No, not really."

"Where's mum and dad?"

He pointed his head over towards the kitchen.

Y/N grabbed Barty's hand and pulled him to the kitchen.

As they rounded the corner, Barty finally saw the faces with traits his beloved girlfriend had inherited.

And wow, was it now obvious to him how well the two Potter siblings resembled their parents.

"Mum. Dad."

The two fully turned and their faces lit up. Euphemia grinned and quickly walked to her, "Oh, hi, sweetheart!"

Barty wasn't used to such excitement when your own kids walks into a room.

Euphemia embraced Y/N tightly before pulling away to look at Barty.

Fleamont had leaned against the counter happily watching the exchange before his eyes too, found the boy.

Y/N turned, "This is Barty. Um… Mr. Crouch's son."

Fleamont's eyebrows raised at the mention of Crouch.

Barty felt like he could puke.

Here it comes.

"Oh. I see. Lovely to meet you, Barty."

Barty was so lost in his own mind that he barely registered the outstretched hand of Fleamont Potter. He blinked and reached out to shake it. "The… The pleasure is mine, sir."

Fleamont let out a small laugh, "Please. Just Fleamont is fine. I hate formalities."

Y/N turned to Barty, "That's where James gets it from, if you couldn't tell."

This actually made Barty let out a small chuckle.

Euphemia found her place next to Fleamont. "Our girl has said so much about you. I feel like we know you already."

That's weird, Barty thought. I don't feel scolded at all, yet.

Perhaps it would happen later.

…

Barty pulled out the chair for Y/N, who let out a small thank you, before he found his place next to her.

Though the table was large, he didn't feel intimidated as he sat there.

It was a nice change.

Fleamont sat at the head with Euphemia at the foot. Barty and Y/N sat together on one side, and James on the other.

Fleamont broke the silence, "Where's Sirius?"

James shrugged, "Washroom, I think."

Y/N's head shot up, "I didn't know Siri was here."

Fleamont grinned, "Oh yeah. You said the boys are coming over later, didn't you?"

James' grin matched his father's, "After supper, yes. We wouldn't miss watching the Quidditch Cup for anything."

Y/N sighed at turned to Barty, "It's just them yelling for four hours. Except poor Remus."

"Hey, Remus is fine." James butted in. "We feed him. He's not mistreated."

Y/N smirked, "Sure. That's what he tells you."

James cocked his head, "Oh really? And what? He tells you things?"

Y/N matched his energy, "Unlike you, he talks about his feelings."

Although there was bickering, no one raised their voice.

In fact, they seemed to be having fun.

Barty was slightly confused.

His eyes flicked back and forth, once moving to their parents.

The two rolled their eyes but held the widest grins on their faces.

They actually… could bicker for fun?

Sirius strutted in, "Sorry, Mum. Didn't mean to be late."

Euphemia smiled, "You're just fine, love."

Barty's eyes widened. Mum? He called her Mum?

His thoughts were interrupted by the continued argument.

"Remus doesn't have feelings!" James rebutted with a knowing grin.

"See? Now you just sound ridiculous!" Y/N laughed.

Sirius found his way in, "Hey! Remus is a ball of steel that lives off of sheer spite. Don't let him fool you!"

Y/N scoffed, "He's the most sensitive of all of yo-"

The two boys began to rebuttal at the same time, causing their voices to overlap.

"No, that's not true"

"Remus is heartless"

"You don't know him like we do"

"He's playing you for a fool"

Barty let out a small cough, and the entire table went quiet.

Sirius finally acknowledged his presence, "And why are you here, exactly?"

It wasn't rude. More, inquisitive.

But Barty took it the wrong way.

His head cocked to the side challengingly, "What am I doing here? What are you doing here? What? Was James allowed to bring his boyfriend, too?"

His eyes grew wide and his mouth closed as soon as the last syllable was uttered, like he didn't know who said that.

He ruined everything.

How could he ever show his face around her family again?

As he began to spiral, Sirius' mouth slowly formed a grin.

And he laughed.

The entire table broke out into a fit of giggles.

Even Euphemia covered her mouth to hold back.

James laughed until he thought he would fall out of his chair.

Fleamont's laugh came out in a boom, much like James'.

And Barty sat there in confusion.

He just couldn't comprehend what was happening.

Sirius wiped the tears that had fallen in his laughter and sighed, "I'll fucking give that one to you, Crouch. Merlin, you're much funnier than I thought."

And cursing was allowed?

There really were rules Y/N should have told him.

…

After dinner, the family was gathered around the muggle TV James had begged them to buy. Of course, it was enchanted to play the quidditch games.

Fleamont and Euphemia had their respective chairs.

All four marauders took up half of the large sectional and Barty and Y/N spread out on the other half.

Well, Y/N had.

Barty was uncomfortably stiff in his seat, but Y/N had taken the liberty to rest her head on his lap, and lay out on the rest of the couch.

And no one had thought twice about it.

Eventually, her legs grew tired and she sat up, "I'm going to fetch a drink. Need anything, Barty?"

He looked away from the TV to her, "No. No, thank you."

She nodded, brushing her hand across his shoulders when she passed by.

She had left him alone with them.

What does he do? What does he say?

He's in the Potter Manor with all four of the marauders and the Potters. By. Him. Self.

He let out a sigh.

"Everything alright, son?" Fleamont asked.

Barty's head snapped to him. Son?

Did he just say Son?

Oh, fuck. He said Son.

He just stared.

James reached over and elbowed him.

Barty snapped out of it. "Hmm?"

"He asked if you are alright, mate?"

"Oh. Oh. I'm just fine. Long day, is all."

Fleamont nodded with an understanding smile and turned back to the TV.

Barty was too lost in his thoughts to hear them cheering at the next goal.

…

Y/N smiled widely as she sat on her bed, "Well, I'd say that went fairly well."

"I don't want to do it anymore."

Her face fell, "What? Do what?"

Barty's mind was racing as he stood barely out of the doorway. "I can't do it."

She tilted her head, "Barty. Talk to me. What?"

His eyes were staring out of the window across her bedroom, "I don't want to be a death eater anymore."

Her eyebrows raised, "Oh." She wasn't sure what to do in that moment. She wouldn't push him. It was his decision, but she was too curious for her own good. "Can I know why?"

"Your father likes me."

She nodded in confusion, "He does."

"That's why."

"You… You don't want to be a death eater because my father likes you?"

He nodded as if it was obvious.

"Okay. Um… a follow up on that?"

Barty broke from his trance to sit on the bed next to her. "My… my father isn't like that. I'm always underachieving in his mind. But… I feel like I couldn't disappoint your father."

She shrugs, "It would be pretty hard to."

Barty's jaw clenches in thought, "If we ended up even close to as happy as your parents, I'd be the luckiest man in the world."

Now it was her turn to be lost in thought. "Really?"

He nodded. "Your parents love each other. And they love you. And James. And even James' friends for some reason. I want that."

She smiled and ran a hand through his hair, "Then we'll have it."

He smiled too and gently kissed her.

She pulled away with a laugh, "Regulus is going to be upset."

He pulled her closer with a grin, "Ah, he'll be fine."

Their lips connected again.

…

"Going so soon?" Fleamont asked.

"Oh, yes. He has to be up early tomorrow, dad." Y/N said with a smile as she walked Barty to the fireplace.

Fleamont nodded and walked to them, "I'm glad you could come over, son. I hope I get to see you around more."

Barty smiled widely, "yes, sir- uh… yeah. I believe you will."

Her father's smiles widened, "Great." And he disappeared into the kitchen.

Y/N had to practically push Barty into the fireplace cause he was so lost in thought. She placed a hand on his shoulder, "I'll see you Thursday?"

He nodded, "Of course."

She grinned and stood on her tiptoes to place a light kiss to his lips. "I'll wait until then."

He smiled, "Goodnight, love."

James' head peered around the corner with a teasing grin and a dramatic tone, "Goodnight, darling. My one true love! I wait in agony until I see your face again-"

He was interrupted by Remus' hand yanking him back into the kitchen.

Y/N let out a sigh. "You'll get used to that one day."

Barty smiled, "I hope I do."

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