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Jegulus Fic Recs

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just lovers (like we were supposed to be) by bizarrestars

[ M | 321,090 ]

Regulus closes his eyes and shakes his head again, looking pained, then he opens them and sighs. "And your solution to this is me? Pretending to be my boyfriend?" "Yeah. It's actually bloody brilliant, if you think about it. Everyone will leave happy. I'm going to fake date my way into falling in love," James announces grandly, sticking his hand out and waving it through the air like he's presenting a banner. *** Or, the one in which James Potter wants to prove he'd be a good boyfriend to Lily Evans and comes up with the brilliant plan to fake date Regulus Black his way into falling in love. It doesn't quite go as anyone expects. Task failed...successfully?

adsent mindedly making me want you by calamitoustide

[ T | 45,455 ]

James accidentally texts the wrong number... and he ends up getting a boyfriend in the process :/

blue and yellow skies by alarainai

[ M | 153,481 ]

#starchaser is trending. Regulus Black ✓ @littleking Why is this a thing? I don't even like Potter. James Potter ✓ @jfprongs Replying to @littleking He's lying. We're desperately in love. Regulus Black ✓ @littleking Replying to @jfprongs die :)

Quidditch Rivals turned Quidditch Lovers. That's what the world sees them as, at least.

Too bad Regulus hates James Potter's guts, and James? Well, it doesn't matter what he feels about their definitely fake, definitely emotionless relationship.

In This Mad, Mad World by orphan_account

[ G | 7,059 ]

When Sirius confesses he has a family secret, James is startled and hurt to learn his best friend has kept it from him all these years. The family shame. A brother who was born a squib. When the Marauders agree to spend the summer at Grimmauld Place whilst Sirius' parents are away, everything changes for James Potter--especially after he meets Regulus Black.

Never Have I Ever by moonymoment

[ G | 3,634 ]

“Don’t you dare, Moony-” he warned, but Remus waved him off and cleared his throat. “Never have I ever,” Remus started, leaving a long pause for anticipation to build up, “snogged TWO members of The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.” He finished the sentence with a shit-eating grin on his face, and James somehow looked ready to both cry and burst into hysterical laughter. or: the one where Sirius finds out James is deflowering his little brother and all hell breaks loose.

My Jamie by twisted_tales_told

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“Why does this one feel so different,” James asks quietly, standing in the doorway with Regulus tight in his arms. “It’s scary every time, I think we just forget how much.” Regulus responds, not making any move to pull away from James’ hold on him.

my almost lover by alarainai

[ T | 27,757 ]

“If I was dating Regulus, I would have noticed.” A pause. His friends all stare at him with various levels of disbelief. Suddenly, he feels very stupid. “Are you sure?” Remus asks.

touch starved by introvertedhufflepuff

[ M | 4,324 ]

Regulus can't sleep; James can't sleep. They fix this by cuddling.

second chances by introvertedhufflepuff

[ M | 34,439 ]

when Regulus is hit with a rogue spell that sends him back to a 6-year-old, Sirius is forced to face their adversities and grow past their animosity.

the elysium by pixie90smom

[ T | 84,206 ] [ Incomplete ]

For as long as he could remember, Regulus knew he was going to marry a prince. It was sealed in his destiny, embroidered in the fairy tales the maid told him to make him sleep, so neatly sewed into his eyelids that he even dreamed of it at night. In his dreams, he was always glad and so giddy about it, up until the moment he grew up to have wants and needs and Regulus understood that there was no universe in which he could have wanted to do otherwise. For as long as he could remember, James knew he was going to be king. It was written in his blood, running through his veins as steely resolve. It was destiny chanted in royal hallways, whispered in his ears as both a promise and a warning. Since he had been able to think for himself, James had been pervaded by an ever present mindfulness of fate, manifesting in the way he talked and walked, rode his horse and wielded his spear. Lords, barons and dukes had called him heir to the throne before knowing his name, kneeled at his feet before he could know what it meant to rule. James looked in the mirror and saw a prince before he could ever recognise himself. Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

Lead Me Into the Light by third_crow

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“Wh– well– why–” James stammered, attempting to get his bearings, because if he didn’t, and he let Regulus tell him ‘kiss me’ one more time, his heart would probably give out. “Why don’t you get Sirius to help?” Regulus narrowed his eyes. “Because Sirius would just knock his teeth out,” he said as though it were obvious. “Yes,” James hissed, “and he’ll knock my teeth out if I kiss his little brother.” “You can take a hit, Potter, I’ve seen you on the quidditch pitch,” Regulus waved him off, and James groaned, leaning away from him. “Oh, yeah, great, so I’m the sacrifice,” he sighed. “Precisely,” Regulus stepped right into his space, and James felt his chest go a little hot. --- Or, Regulus asks James for a favor to get his ex off of his back, and James makes bad choices.

Positive Reinforcement by TheBiButterfly

[ T | 1,852 ]

Regulus decides to test if dog training tactics apply to humans, particularly James.

Teach Them How To Dream by calamitoustide

[ T | 89,015 ]

Regulus Black is starting his first year as a kindergarten teacher and there's this really hot dad.

Crimson River by bizarrestars

[ E | 865,000 ]

Regulus Black was fifteen the first time his name was called at a reaping. He's twenty-five when it happens to him again. A lot has changed in that time, and one of them is that he's ready to do whatever it takes to make it home. Nothing or no one will stop him, not even James Potter. James Potter has no plans to stop Regulus Black from making it home. In fact, his plans revolve around the opposite. He has his reasons, but he's made his choice to get Regulus out of the arena, even knowing it'll be the last thing he ever does. Sirius Black was sixteen when he volunteered to take his little brother's place in the arena. At twenty-six, without the option to do it again, he has no choice but to be a mentor to his brother and best friend, knowing that only one of them can make it back out. Two names called, a mentor on the verge of falling apart, and more secrets and grief between all of them than they know how to handle. None of them are prepared for what comes next, or how far they'll go to make it through.

a great, big tragedy by bizarrestars

[ M | 13,440 ]

The Trojan War lasted for ten years.

clear blue waters(high tide came and brought you in) by wrongcaitlyn

[ T | 32,054 ]

“Come here often?” How stupid, is the first thing Regulus thinks, before he looks up and thinks, how beautiful. It’s unfair, really. “Really? That’s the line you go with?” Regulus responds, making a show of putting his bookmark in his book and taking out one of his earbuds. James just interrupted him, not that there was any reading to interrupt. James shrugs. “I’m out of practice, I guess. Is this spot taken?” “That’s… that’s just sand.” or regulus being dragged along on a family vacation to babysit his cousin turns into a summer fling, reuniting with an estranged brother, and way too many steps out of his comfort zone.

call me by my name by bizarrestars

[ M | 31,470 ]

It's one thing to see yourself as you are; it's something else entirely to have the courage to show that to others. That takes bravery, more than most people realize. Regulus wants to be seen. Regulus wants acceptance. Maybe that's the most terrifying part; the want of it all.

the penalty shot by bizarrestars

[ M | 18,820 ]

When one is an international quidditch player, there are certain rituals each key player of the team lives by. For penalty shots, James has always had the ritual of flying the pitch, scanning the crowds, finding the person who made his heart skip a beat, and demanding a kiss for luck. This wouldn't be a problem if the person he needed to kiss was still in a relationship with him, which would make the whole kissing before the shot thing a whole lot smoother, to say the least. (Or, it only takes one kiss for James Potter to score Regulus Black. Twice.)

Jegulily

The Prophets and the Kings by orphan_account

[ M | 26,134 ]

Maybe in another universe, things went differently. Maybe in another universe, they didn't get so lucky. But here and now, they're safe. Regulus Black showed up just in time, with the key to winning the war, and put the power back in the Order's hands. If only things had a tidy ending--but that was never really in anyone's plan now, was it. A what if everyone lived AU.

A String of Consequences by semistrawberry

[ G | 164,536 ]

The brewing of amortentia in Regulus' potions class, creates a chain reaction few people expected.

#starchaser #ao3 #archive of our own #jegulus #fanfic rec #fanfiction #mauraders #james potter #regulus black #jegulily #fanfic

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lisbeth-kk · 9 months

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December moments

Prompt used in this chapter: It's Christmas

It’s Christmas, and John realises that he’s not the only one who’s nervous about the stocking fillers.

December 25

Hearing that beloved voice wishing him merry Christmas, warms John’s heart, and he realises he’s slept through the night. He feels content and kisses Sherlock good morning with a soft kiss to his forehead.

They both use the bathroom and brush their teeth before meeting under the duvet for a proper snog. Sherlock pulls John to him with more force than normal, and John can’t help but wonder if the detective is a bit anxious too this morning.

“Alright, love?” John asks into Sherlock’s curls. “You seem tense.”

“Mm. Since when did you get this observant, John,” Sherlock mutters into John’s neck.

John chuckles and some of his own anxiety dissipates.

“Do you want me to start?”

This doesn’t really require an answer, because John had filled the stocking first, so Sherlock’s gifts are at the bottom of said stocking.

Sherlock starts to squirm and John turns to him and grabs his face in his left hand. He strokes his thumb over a prominent cheekbone while he speaks.

“It’s just me, Sherlock. I admit I’ve been nervous about this, but I don’t think what we’ve filled the stocking with is going to harm any of us, right? At least, it’s not supposed to,” John says and places a kiss on Sherlock’s nose.

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John reaches out for the stocking and isn’t at all surprised to find one of his favourite chocolate boxes on the top. Tiny, wrapped chocolate bottles filled with whisky, cognac, sherry and port in yellow, red, green and purple. He hums appreciatively and then his eyes detect another gift. A small quadratic blue box, which makes John’s throat go thick with emotions.

“Sherlock?” he utters incredulously and fixes his gaze on Sherlock who looks back warily.

Sherlock inhales deeply, takes John’s left hand in his, kisses it and simply asks the question that’s been burning on his tongue for months.

“Will you, John Hamish Watson, do me the honour of marrying me?”

“Oh, sweetheart,” John whispers with tear-filled eyes. “Yes, William Sherlock Scott Holmes. A thousand times, yes!”

The broad smile Sherlock gives him is mirrored on his own face and widens further when he opens the box and Sherlock slides the ring onto his ring finger.

“Come here, fiancé,” John says huskily.

The lovely blush creeping up Sherlock’s neck makes John’s heart do a somersault, and it almost bursts with love for Sherlock when he mouths the name.

Fiancé.

They gasp for air after the first passionate kiss, and John silently curses the thin inner walls and the fact that Mycroft’s room is across the hall, but he gathers himself and promises Sherlock that it’ll be worth the wait.

“As soon as we get home, I’m going to devour you, Sherlock. Make you feel so good, and fu…”

“John, please!” Sherlock interrupts and presses his hard erection against John’s thigh.

“Christ,” John mutters and tries to regain control over his own treacherous body.

He hands the stocking over to Sherlock to distract him, urging him to look at his gifts. Sherlock smiles and John leans in to kiss his dimple, unable to resist. Eager hands stroke up John’s arms to cup his face, the stocking forgotten. Their lips meet again in a hungry and urgent kiss.

“I need you, John. Please, I promise to be…ah…do that again…God,” Sherlock moans.

John knows there’s no stopping any of them now, but some discretion is needed if he isn’t going to die of embarrassment at the gift exchange in a couple of hours.

“Bathroom. Shower,” John murmurs against Sherlock’s insistent lips.

“Who’s the genius now,” Sherlock purrs and sucks at John’s earlobe.

“Fuck, Sherlock. Stop teasing or I’ll come in my pants this instant,” John complains.

They stumble to the bathroom, kissing, giggling and shushing each other, and when Sherlock’s large hand envelopes both their cocks under the hot spray, they make sure to moan and cry into each other’s mouths to muffle the sound from their orgasms as best they can, overwhelmed with sentiment, longing to shout out to the world how much they love each other.

Thoroughly spent and pliant, they make their way back into bed and Sherlock wastes no time picking up the discarded stocking. He smirks at the sweets, which he easily deduced. The last gift, clearly an envelope, makes him frown.

“I have no idea what that may contain,” he says slowly.

“My beloved, Sherlock. Will you please open the damn thing already! I’ve suffered long enough,” John states and worries his bottom lip with his teeth.

Sherlock opens the envelope and scans the card inside. Numerous times. John’s heart rate increases, and his palms start to sweat. Just before he starts hyperventilating, Sherlock looks up and speaks.

“John. You remembered. I don’t…I…you…John.”

This incoherency is a clear sign of Sherlock’s brain being overwhelmed with emotions, and John takes him in his arms.

“Course I remembered, sweetheart. You never wish for anything, so it was the obvious thing to bestow you with. And this trip can also be your birthday gift and a pre-honeymoon if you like,” John murmurs.

“Thank you, John. I would like that very much. Do you think I’ll be able to learn Finnish in two weeks?”

John chuckles and pets Sherlock’s hair, assuring him that they do speak English in Finland.

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Happy Christmas to those of you who celebrate!

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autistpride · 9 months

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Regulus hadn't even wanted to attend the party. It was the end of year celebration held annually for the seventh year students. The staff liked to pretend that they had no idea the sixth and seventh year students were slipping out into the grounds to drink, dance, and sometimes have sex under the last full moon before summer holidays. They looked the other way and ignored as the sixth years gathered whatever they could from the feast and secreted it into waiting bags. They turned a blind eye to the seventh years slipping out into Hogsmeade and returning with sweets, fireworks, and alcohol. Completely neglectful on the staff's part and absolutely ridiculous, he thought as his friends strong armed him out of the dorm and onto the grounds.

He had better things to be worried about. He had an entire summer of coming out balls and various luncheons and teas that he would be required to attend, ending with his betrothal to some chit for the future of the great and noble house of Black, Regulus reminded himself with an eyeroll. His parents didn’t care that he was gay just like his brother who had been blasted off the family tree the year prior. They just cared that he married and fucked some girl to make an heir and then he was free to have his “dalliance's” as long as he was discreet.

The same concession would be offered to his betrothal, despite his parents disapproval of it. But Regulus refused to saddle some poor girl in a loveless and sexless marriage without any option to seek that in someone as long as she kept it quiet and didn't bring any children from them into their home. And Regulus had his service to the Dark Lord to complete for the betterment of the wizarding world, or so he was told. He didn't actually believe that either, but he had seen what had happened to Sirius when he disagreed. Thus Regulus bowed and bared his arm like the good little puppet he was.

Regulus had given up his arguments and had decided if he had to be there, he was going to get plastered. The group was tastefully late; arriving after the fire had been lit, the booze had already been poured, and the music started. Those not dancing or sneaking off into the shadows were settled onto the lawn with food and a mixture of liquors. The bonfire blazed in the centre, casting a luminous golden hue in the radius of the crowd. Barty pressed a bottle into Regulus’ hands and he swallowed the burning liquid down as fast as he could. Barty howled with laughter and handed him his own drink before dragging Evan off. Likely to skip the preamble and go snog in a secluded spot, Regulus determined.

The more Regulus drank, the more maudlin he became. At some point even Pandora had disappeared into the crowd and left him with his thoughts. Regulus knew he was going to die. The darkness that was quickly consuming him and a small hopeful part of him thought that nothing could save him from hell, except maybe love and Regulus was too realistic to think that was an option for him.

The music switched to something he’d never heard before. The guitar and the drums worked together to create a fast paced rhythm. Cheering sounded as the space by the fire emptied of people, save for one person, James Potter.

The music filled the air as James started to dance, his hips moving and arms flowing around his body and over his head. Regulus’ breath caught in his throat as he watched. Regulus had never been a religious person, but if anyone could save him from the devil inside himself, it would be James. James danced with a passion, like a fire consumed him and his entire soul was dancing along. The crowd started to keep time with their hands, clapping and patting their legs as James spun in circles and the firelight glowing behind him.

Regulus has no idea how he got there, but somehow he was on the edge of the circle surrounding the empty space James was dancing in. It seemed every soul in the area was singing along to the song that he had never heard before and all Regulus could see was James, sensually moving with the moon in his eyes. James didn’t dance like an angel, oh no. James was not from Heaven, James was a siren and the way his body moved was his song. A call to his soul, pulling at him until he found himself in front of the devil himself.

James laughed and his teeth captured his bottom lip in a teasing manner, before he reached out and pulled Regulus close. There was no room left to move in between them and Regulus’ body began to sing in the same way James’ was. They sang to the fire, the wind, the moon, and to each other as they danced. One song turned into many and Regulus forgot where and when he was as his soul reached out tentatively to James’.

Something clicked in Regulus, like the missing piece of a puzzle slotting into place, and Regulus could swear the darkness was ripped from his soul as they danced into the night.

#mauraders #fanfiction #james x regulus #jegulus #latino james potter #james potter #regulus black #890 words #first lines of 2024 #mauraders fanfiction #sunseeker #starchaser #regulus x james

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carolineshairtie · 6 months

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ASK AWAY

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

03: Do you regret anything?

04: Are you insecure?

05: What is your relationship status?

06: How do you want to die?

07: What did you last eat?

08: Played any sports?

09: Do you bite your nails?

10: When was your last physical fight?

11: Do you like someone?

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

14: Do you miss someone?

15: Have any pets?

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

18: Are you scared of spiders?

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

26: What are you craving right now?

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

30: What’s irritating you right now?

31: Does somebody love you?

32: What is your favourite color?

33: Do you have trust issues?

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

38: Is this year the best year of your life?

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

51: Favourite food?

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

54: Is cheating ever okay?

55: Are you mean?

56: How many people have you fist fought?

57: Do you believe in true love?

58: Favourite weather?

59: Do you like the snow?

60: Do you wanna get married?

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

62: What makes you happy?

63: Would you change your name?

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

(I really hope someone actually asks something)

#woso #woso community #woso imagine #woso soccer #woso fanfics #woso asks #send asks #answered asks #asks open

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cressthebest · 7 months

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Art Heist, Baby! thoughts pt. 14

we’re nearing the end yall and i’m getting HELLA nervous. five chapters left. and reg is gonna die. i’m not ready

chapter 34:

1. the mulciber swap went perfect. still nervous though

2. the heist is almost over. and they’re all splitting up to go places. i don’t think i can handle this

3. god, it’s the lucius swap. i don’t think it’s gonna go well. i’m so worried

4. “Regulus cleared his throat. “I just want to say that it had been a privilege and an honour to conduct this heist with all of you. Each of you are brilliant individuals and I couldn’t have asked for a better team.”” sobbing so badly rn. horrifically sobbing. oh my god. the death must be this chapter. it feels all like a final goodbye, and it probably is for reg

5. reg wants to fix his relationship with sirius over a hundred cups of coffee. that sounds so nice

6. reg is looking forward to attending sirius and remus’ wedding! and he’s surprised that sirius wants him there. this. this all feels so foreboding

7. god. they’re face to face with tom riddle. this isn’t gonna end well. i can feel it

8. it was a set up. all reg gets to say is “james run” and then there’s bullets. i almost don’t want to read the rest of the chapter. i don’t even think i’m gonna cry. just quiet resignation. i will be fine. i fucking called it last post tho, saying it would be tom riddles fault.

9. oh gosh. reg is dying right there on the floor, blood pooling in his lungs and he’s telling james not to be scared

10. i was a fool. of course i’m sobbing. i sent my freind a two minute long voice recording while sobbing about how sad i was over the death. they can confirm, though i’m not asking them to

11. reg gives james his ring. oh fuck

12. dying by tom riddles’ hands. drowning in his own blood. of course he dies by drowning

13. on another note, i’m sure that james’ gun kink is very much gone

14. “It wasn’t the amount of blood that had accumulated all over the floor that convinced James that Regulus was dead.

Or the fact that Regulus had stopped the gurgling and wheezing noises several minutes ago as he drifted into cruel stillness.

It wasn’t Barty’s tear stained and blood splattered face. Or Evan’s desperate attempts to shake Regulus awake. It wasn’t even Peter’s sorrowful look upon checking for a pulse. Or his frantic attempts to do CPR anyway.

It was Sirius’ agonised wails as he pleaded and called out to a God he never believed in to spare his brother. To bring him back. “I just got him back,” Sirius screamed. “I just got him back. Please. Don’t do this. Please bring him back. I just got him back.””

this fucking fic i swear to god

15. everyone else is dead, thanks to evan and barty. for once, i agree with their unhinged. it was a slaughter of men on the other side, and i am glad. they are dead, and they don’t even deserve it. they deserve a life of torture for what they did. thank fucking god they’re dead tho. it makes me rest easy

they were supposed to get a house with green or red shutters and get married and travel the world and make tea and orange muffins and snog in art museums and visit their freinds and be happy and in love and never live a mundane life cause they’re rich and together. but NO. it has to all get ruined

im not okay, thank you for asking. i will never be okay, thank you for asking. i never want to be okay again, stop asking.

#marauders #jegulus #art heist baby #james potter #mwpp #mwpp era #regulus black #fanfic #ao3 #sirius black #sirius and regulus #sobbing crying throwing up #tears are streaming down my face #literally sobbing #barty crouch junior #evan rosier #cress' ahb reviews

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blueroan-equestrian · 1 year

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My Moon and Stars

Reworking an old story I already wrote a while back…. Probably two similar stories really so another rework… this is for me not you but thank you for joining the ride… cringe af smut and I don’t care

I know I’m going to a dark place when I die so ya know leave me in my depravity…warning pregnancy and sex while pregnant are in here Remus is a bit of a Dom especially with Sirius.

I have always been betrothed to the eldest Black but when he was disowned I thought I was free. And could slip away. How wrong was I. I was working for the ministry of magic as an Auror and I was 22. But some how the law was messed up and because we were betrothed we had to get married. I found myself standing in front of the court, hand bound to Sirius Black. His hand was loosely clasped around my own hand, sometimes fidgeting as we had to listen to the court talk about why the old rule was still being enforced on us and why it was important we understood what was happening blah blah blah. I leaned over halfway joking, “Do you think if we just started making out they would shut up?”

His eye brows shot up amused, “I don’t know, but it’s worth a shot.” He leaned forward and at first very gently pressed his lips against my own before he began to move quicker and fiercer. I couldn’t help the little moan that escaped me. He hooked his free hand behind my head only to pull away when the old man cleared his throat. Smuggly Sirius responded, “Sorry, I can’t help myself… I just can’t wait to snog this beautiful creature and later fuck her senseless.”

That didn’t go over well, “Mr. Black, have some decorum.”

“It’s not like he’s fucking me in front of everyone so I would say that he did have some decorum. Can you please hurry this snooze fest up.”

They bind us and we walk out of the court room. “Now what?” I squeaked.

Sirius shrugged, “I don’t know. We can go our separate ways just never being able to offer anyone marriage or you can move into my town house if you want and we can give it a go… I don’t know what will happen either way but I’m open to either one. I’m not going to say that we could or couldn’t work but I’m just gonna say that I will leave the decision up to you.”

“Have you not been seeing anyone?”

“I have, but I promise that seeing our position, he’ll understand.”

“He?… if you… I don’t want to impose…”

“I’m bi relax. I’ve dated women before and I like them very much but I grew up with this guy… he’s also seeing this guy off and on… we are off and on too… have you been dating?”

“I… nothing really serious… only back in seventh year. I have been too caught up in work to even think about dating.”

“Do you want to?” He asked as he gestured for us to head to a pastry cart.

“Date you mean? I don’t know I don’t have much time and now I technically have a husband… who’s going to want to date a woman already married, arranged or not?” I mumbled.

He grabbed us each a Cinnabon, “You are gorgeous. I can help if that is what you want.”

“No… no … thank you though… what if I agree to giving us a try?” I whispered sitting down on a bench.

“Then we get you packed up and moved into my house. You can share a bed with me or you can have your own in your own room, it’s your decision.”

“I… I think we should start in separate rooms… make sure we work…”

He wrapped an am around me as he took a healthy bite of his Cinnabon, “Alright, that’s fine let’s get you moved. But first eat, please it’ll make you feel better.”

…

He moved me in and he was looking through my things, “are you an artist?”

I shrugged, “I like to play with different mediums in my free time… helps me relax. Do you have anything you do to unwind after work?”

He was looking at my ivy charcoal when he answered, “I don’t work… I participated in the order of the Phoenix, but you know the war has been won. Now I travel… I like to go to pubs… I do sometimes work at Zonkos when the store gets busy. I love that place. I see friends…. And throw house parties… so yeah… um of course you are here now so I will make some adjustments but I really hope that we can find a good balance.”

I nodded, “can we keep the parties to holidays and weekends? Or remember to put up some good silencing charms? I don’t do well if I don’t get enough sleep.”

He stood in front of me and fixed my hair, “yeah, of course. We can keep them on the weekends. The neighbors won’t complain as much about the noise. Would you like me to show you around? Not just the house but the town?”

I nodded in agreement, “that would be nice. Thank you.”

First he goes over the house before taking me to the best places to eat and shopping within walking distance from his house. “Oh shoot! I forgot!” He jumped as he checked the time.

“What?”

“I invited Remus, the guy I was telling you about, over for dinner… I don’t have any groceries and I didn’t realize that today I would have a wife! I am so sorry.”

“When is he coming over?”

“Half an hour.”

“Okay you go home and meet him there. Tell him that I have gone to the store and will be back when I come back, I will make us all dinner.”

This seemed to ground him, “Yeah? That would be awesome, thank you darling. Here’s some money, the store is right there. Thank you, for your understanding… I think we might have an actual chance.”

…

I get back and am immediately greeted by an even taller and lankier man than Sirius. “Here let me take those bags for you. I’m Remus, by the way. It’s lovely to meet you, (y/n) right?”

“Yes, it’s lovely to meet you too. Um thank you.” He carried the bags for me to the kitchen and began to unpack.

“Can I help with anything?” The man was already incredibly attractive kept becoming more attractive.

“Oh, I don’t know how to explain what I will be making so please go relax with Sirius wherever he is.”

Remus kissed the top of my head as if it was something he always had done. “He’s in your room picking you out a lovely little outfit. Perhaps he’s done and I can give him my say.”

… the boys shooed me to go get ready as they set the table. They picked out a pretty black silk dress with a pair of black ballet flats. I fixed my hair really quickly and threw on some black eyeliner. I come down to the dining room made up really nice. There were floating glowing candles and good china out. Everything was plated so nicely and the boys looked nice. Sirius was too enamored by Remus. Remus however focused on me and the way his eyes drank me was intoxicating.

“You look ravishing love. Don’t you think that your new wife looks ravishing, Sirius.” Remus cooed.

Sirius turns his attention towards me “oh yes. You look stunning, sweetheart.”

Remus ushered me to the head of the table so that each man could sit down on either side of me. “Dinner is lovely darling, thank you.”

I smiled, “You’re welcome….so Remus… what do you do for a living?”

“I do odd jobs here and there… I’m sick a lot so it’s hard to hold down a regular job… how about yourself?”

I nodded, “I’d imagine it would be. I am an auror. Sirius says the two of you have been together…”

“We are but now we’re here and we have things to discuss… I love Sirius and I know he will grow to love you as he loves me… my question is will you be open to a relationship between the three of us?”

I looked at him surprised, “What about the guy you have been seeing? Sirius has told me that you see a guy off and on.”

He shrugged, “Sirius and I have been off and on as I have been with this guy… I understand that entering into a relationship with you will change some dynamics. Like just because me and Sirius aren’t working at the moment won’t mean that you and I aren’t. So if you are open to it then we should definitely talk about dynamics. But if you aren’t I will bow out and Sirius and I can just be friends. It’s okay, either way. You were put in a very difficult position and I just want to help you make things a little easier. You are the one in control here.”

“What about Sirius?”

Remus looked at Sirius and nodded. Sirius looks at me, “we talked about it while you were making dinner and I agree with Remus. So sweetheart you have the reins.”

“So what you are trying to say is… you want an open relationship between the three of us… and if you take a break between the two of you then Remus will pick back up with that guy and stay open with me?”

Remus shifted, “Well I think for now we will keep it between us. When he are on break I will take you out of the house for dates strictly. Otherwise we’ll have a mix of outings and stay ins.”

…

I was painting in my room, while the boys had their own night when I heard a series of doors slamming and Remus stormed into my room.

He spun me around and pushed me up against the wall. His kiss is burning, “Get dressed up, I’m taking you out.”

“Wait… what just happened with Siri? Is he alright?”

Remus growled, but he took a breath, “He’s fine… you can check before we go. He’s just being his usual self absorbed self.”

I nodded, “Alright…. Meet you down stairs?”

He kissed me quickly, before he trotted off. I decided to first check on Siri. I entered his room to find him curled on his bed, “sweetheart? Are you alright?” I hummed petting his hair as I sat down on the bed beside him.

He leaned into my touch, “I forgot our anniversary…”

I continue to run my fingers through his hair, “Do you want me to talk to him?”

He takes my hand and moves it to his lips to place delicate kisses on my fingertips, “No… he wants to take you out… you should go… it’ll help him relax… see you tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow? Baby I will be back tonight.”

“But he will want to have a night cap but won’t want to come back here…”

I sat up “night cap? Like for a drink?”

He shakes his head, “no… he will want sex…”

I rolled my eyes, “not tonight, tonight I will be coming home to snuggle with my husband. Tomorrow is my day off and I can help mend the fences. Now if you’re sure, I need to go get ready.”

…

Remus walked me to a nice restaurant and I could tell he was bothered, “Remus… he’s really sorry… I know you are upset but…”

“No! I mean no, thank you… but I just want a nice night out with my girlfriend… I will deal with him later right now it’s me and you.”

“You know I’m bad at anniversaries too…” I whispered.

“You didn’t promise to remember every day until now like he did. I even reminded him this morning.”

The waiter came and took our order, “Well maybe you can ask me instead to put it in my planner.”

Remus threw an arm out, “That! Why can’t he do that?”

I shrugged, “I put stuff down for work so I am always checking… Sirius doesn’t work… so he doesn’t have a reason to check a planner. But I will give you my planner when we get home and you can put in all the needed dates nice thing is as long as it’s written in shiny pink pen it’s the only thing that stays when it’s magically refreshed.”

“Alright… but I don’t know if I can see him for a while… I know he’s always been like this but it still hurts…”

I nodded, “I understand. Let’s just have a good time together and then we’ll deal with everything else later.”

Remus agreed and we talked about my work and his various adventures with his other friends. He ordered us a cheese cake to share. He was more cheery and more focused on me, leaning in to kiss at my neck and whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

When he walked me home I pulled him down for a kiss, “Good night Remus.”

He looks at me with something I couldn’t quite identify, “can’t I stay?”

“I promised Siri that I would come snuggle with him before we all sit down for a chat tomorrow…” I whispered softly.

Remus stepped into my bubble, leaning down so he was only a breath away, “can I join then? We can work it out together now…”

I swallowed but nodded shyly. I lead Remus up to my husband’s bedroom to find his sleeping form. I crawled onto his bed and nudged him awake, “sweetheart, Remus is here.”

Sirius turns revealing his puffy eyes, “He is? How did you?”

“We talked about it and he’s agreed to discuss how to fix this…” I leaned over to kiss him.

“How?”

“By putting our important dates in your wife’s calendar and your going to be very grateful for her support in keeping up with our anniversaries. Also I want you to try a little harder yourself.”

Sirius nodded fervently, “of course! Of course! Now what?”

I shrugged “snuggle time?”

Both boys laughed but agreed each snuggling in on either side of me.

… I awoke in my husband’s arms. They were wrapped around me quite tightly and I could feel a loose arm thrown across both of us from my other side. I kissed at Sirius’ face as I hummed, “Sweetheart… love I need to get up… come on sweet boy.” He eventually rolled over and I got up to do my morning routine before going downstairs to make breakfast for myself and the boys. I placed our food and drink on to a large tray. Remus sat up as entered the room, “mmm that smells good… what did you make?”

“Strawberry pancakes with bacon and orange juice. Hope you like it. Could you please wake up Siri?” I asked as I scooted into bed.

Sirius started to complain about it being too early but upon noticing the food decided otherwise.

“Breakfast is delicious, love. Thank you.” Remus hummed. “I don’t know how to thank you” Sirius gave him a look and removed the tray. “Well… maybe. Come here baby.”

I do and he places me between his legs facing Sirius. Sirius pulls off my shorts as Remus kisses at my neck and runs a hand down my body into my panties. I gasped as his fingers began to stroke me. Siri removed my panties and plunged his tongue straight into my core. I let out strings of moans and whines as the two played with my cunt. Sirius and I have had sex a few times but nothing like this. This will be my first time with Remus. This was all consuming with so little touch. “You feeling good sweet girl?” Remus hummed using his free hand to take a palm full of my breast from under my shirt. I simply whined but he stopped “now sweets, I need you to use your words. I need to know that you’re enjoying yourself or will need to stop.”

“I-I’m feeling good… so good.” I moaned as Siri sucked me into his mouth.

“Good girl, tell me… how do want to take us? One in the mouth and one from the other end? Or perhaps one in the ass and one in the pussy? Or perhaps you would like more of a more sentimental one on one Sirius fucking you while I watch? Come on (y/n) tell us what you want.” Remus practically purred.

I leaned into Remus as I began to ride Sirius face I reached my peak and screamed out, “I want you both!!!”

After allowing me to collect myself, Remus kissed at my face, “how darling?”

“One in front and one in back…” I groaned.

“Who do you want where?” Remus asked as Siri came up to suck on my breast with my shirt pushed up.

I couldn’t get my head together, “You choose… I don’t care… it’s whatever you want…whatever will make you feel good too.”

Remus kissed me before removing the rest of my clothing and then his own and Sirius’ clothes.

We all sat bare and Sirius sat back, “Her pretty little pussy is like silk… and her ass… it’s tight and she can take you like a champ. You can pick whatever you want Moony. (Y/n), you are doing so well.”

I turned pink at Sirius’ compliments. Remus turned suddenly serious considering his options he clearly thought he wasn’t going to be handed. “I don’t know… I didn’t bring any condoms… I only thought Sirius and I would be hooking up last night until our fight.”

I tried to be reassuring as my brain fog had cleared, “It’s whatever you want baby. Siri and I haven’t tried to stop a pregnancy ourselves but if you don’t want to risk a pregnancy, I have a spell that will keep me from conceiving after you finish inside me…. So no worries… but if I am being honest… you are so smart and handsome that I wouldn’t mind bearing your child…”

His cock already beginning to strain, twitched at my words, “If it’s alright I would like to take you by the ass if that’s alright?”

“If you want anal then you can have it baby, we just want you to feel good. You were so comfortable just a second ago… what’s going on?”

He looked over to Sirius who gave him a knowing look, “It’s okay moons, she won’t care.”

Remus nodded and readjusted in his seat, “we should have had this conversation before…. Now here we are in the worst possible time for this… I… I am a werewolf…”

I nodded, “Is that why you don’t want to risk getting me pregnant?”

His brows knit together, “You don’t care about me being a werewolf?”

I shook my head “of course not love… now how do you want it?”

“Still anal… no puppies for me yet, but I would love any the two of you create. Now come here and let me prep your ass. Hands on Siri’s shoulders.” I was up on my knees leaning forward with my hands on Sirius’ shoulders. I felt Remus place two fingers at my puckered hole. “Ready?”

I give a quick yes and he pushes them in and gives them a few pumps before beginning to scissor them out. When he pulled them out he held on to my hips before gingerly pushing into my ass. His hands then helped me widen my stance. Sirius lined up with me and kissed me as he slowly pushed into me. Both men groaned and let their heads lull onto each of my shoulders. I felt so full. My breath was heavy as I adjusted to the new sensation. My hands took hold of each boy’s hair. “I can feel you in me and it’s so filling. I feel so full.”

Remmy peppered kisses over my neck, “You feel good baby… You feel good enough for us to move?”

I give a breathy yes and like that the boys hips began to snap in and out of me.

“Sweet girl could you please do that thing that I like?” Sirius moaned as he leaned down to suck on one of my breast and Remus played with the other. I allowed one of my hands to tangle in his hair and the other reached down to take two fingers to go on either side of his cock and stroked it as it pumped in and out of me. Sirius began to pant and moaned loudly.

I could hear the smirk from Remus as he took ahold of Siri’s throat detaching him from my breast to look at Remus. “Don’t you dare cum before her. Do you understand?…” Sirius simply whined but that seemed to irritate Remus. “Answer me, Sirius! You are being rude to our princess. Do I ever cum before you when I am inside you? Such a little cum slut.”

I leaned my head back, “Remmy, it’s okay… I just want you two to feel good.”

Remus snapped his hips firmly accentuating his point, “You are making us feel good princess. Now let us make you cum.”

I moaned and began to have the most intense orgasms of my life as both my hands moved to grip onto Sirius’ back. Sirius fell into his own peak as he sent his seed into me. Siri pulled out of me before collapsing back. Remus growled pushing me to lay over Sirius’ stomach with my ass up. His fingers dug into my hips as he chased his high, over stimulating me. I was practically screaming by the time he released inside me.

He pulled out and rolled to my side. Sirius tapped my shoulder, “let me up love, I’m going to get something to clean us up.” I shifted enough to allow him to wriggle out.

Remus pulled me up and into his arms, running his fingers through my hair, “How are you feeling?”

Before I could answer, Sirius had returned and began to clean me up with a damp cloth causing me to let out a little hiss.

Remus chuckled before leaning in for a kiss, “soar, I take it? I’m sorry… why don’t you and Padfoot take a nap. I need to shower and then stop by Prongs…”

“Prongs?” I questioned.

“James…. Our friend from school. I told him I would help him with his son so that he and his wife, Lily could go run some errands… they aren’t in any rush so if you need anything I can take care of that first.”

“You guys have funny nicknames…” I mumbled before falling asleep.

…

“Siri, love?” I called from my little art studio. I now always sleep with Sirius so we turned my room into a full art studio.

He came and wrapped himself around me looking at the painting I was working on, “That looks amazing, baby. What’s up?”

“I was looking at my calendar and noticed that Remus put down that tomorrow will be our anniversary. If you haven’t already gotten him something then you might want to. Your gift is a surprise but this here will be for him.” I gestured to the painting in front of me.

“Shit! I forgot what should I get him? What should I get you?”

“Don’t worry about me, my Star maybe get him a dad mug.” I said hoping that he wouldn’t pick up what I was saying, “That would be funny and put a nice watch in it.”

….

We went out for dinner and when we returned we exchanged gifts. Sirius had gotten me a real wedding ring and Remus had given me a bracelet his mom used to wear and Sirius his favorite bands new cd. I got Remus a good suit he could wear to interviews and nice events as well as the painting. When Remus was going to open Sirius present, I had Sirius open mine.

Remus figured it out straight away. “No! You’re pregnant?!”

Sirius looks confused, holding the pregnancy stick in one hand and the watch I got him in the other, “pregnant? What? How do you know?”

Remus held up his mug, “#1 dad and a positive pregnancy stick dummy. I can’t believe she got you to buy this mug without realizing what she was saying… thank you… this is the best anniversary gift I have ever received!”

…

I laid in bed with my tummy swollen and in nothing but a pair of panties. It was burning hot but I felt nauseous from the heat. Siri had been tending to me while Remus was at work. I was on leave for the duration of my pregnancy as my line of work would be too risky for the baby.

Siri came trotting in with some box that he began to shove into the window. “Siri? My Star, what are you doing?”

Sirius fidgeted with the box as he explained, “This is an air conditioning unit! It’s a muggle invention that will cool the room down. It’ll just take a moment.”

…

“Remus… Remus come here! Please baby… please I need you!” I cried.

Remus stood in front of me stroking my hair, “Sweet girl you are very VERY pregnant I am not sure if…”

“Come on Remmy! The doctor said it’s perfectly normal to have sex when pregnant. It’s safe as long as you aren’t too rough… so you should be gentle with me! But come on and touch me, I’m pregnant not a lepar!” I groaned.

Remus chuckled, “Have you asked Sirius?”

“He was gone before I got up but he did give it to me good last night.” I hummed grabbing onto him needily.

Remus held onto my hips looking amused, “I suppose you are right… but you haven’t wanted sex recently…. It was too hot though…I suppose I wouldn’t want sex if it is burning hot and uncomfortable because I was pregnant … okay but if I get too rough you have to let me know, okay?”

I beamed looking at how cute he was working out my needs and feelings, “Yes!” I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the master bedroom.

Remus walked me back onto the bed, “You look ravishing my Sweet girl. Strip down for me won’t you?” Remus practically purred as he began to unbutton his shirt. I groaned running my fingers down his hard stomach, and he purred “You are gorgeous, you know that? I just think you are beautiful… now turn around and face into the bed. I leaned over the bed so that my breast and face rested on the duvet and my ass remained in the air.

Remus palmed the flesh of my ass as he rubbed the head of his cock between my plush labia. “Do we want foreplay or do you want me to just fuck you?”

“Oh my Moon Fuck me… just fuck me.” And what felt like the first time in forever he pushed into me. I groaned, “Remus!”

“So needy, I have barely even touched you. Your so beautiful bent over so pretty for me.” He began a soft pace and gradually paced himself at a steady speed. It was sensual and delicious. I was a moaning mess cumming hard. But he pulled out before he finished, I looked back confused, “My moon… are you alright? You didn’t finish.”

He chuckled dryly, “I am fine my love but I don’t want to overstimulate you right now… I’m fine baby girl. Do you want to take a bath?”

I got on my knees and looked up at him through my lashes, “Then fuck my mouth or my tits your choice my moon. I want to make you feel good too.”

He groaned, “You want me to fuck your tits? That’s hot.”

I beamed up at him leaning up and forward as I pressed my breast together. He ran a hand through my hair and gave me a kiss before he slipped his cock between my breast. He caressed my face one last time before he tangled one hand in my hair to pull my head back to watch him as he chased his high. While his other hand rested on my shoulder. He pumped his hips faster and harder. He was panting with his eyes screwed shut. His moans were like music as he came all over my chest. I smiled up at him, “How are you feeling pretty boy?”

He took a moment to regain his senses before helping me to my feet, “I’m good, so good… let me get that cleaned and get a bath started for you.”

I sit on the toilet as he takes a wet cloth to clean off my chest and started filling the tub. “Would you like a bath bomb or bubbles?” He asked.

“Bath bomb…. Lavender please.” I hummed happily. He helped me into the tub before he got in behind me, pulling me flush against his chest. His arms were wrapped around me and rested his hands on my belly drawing patterns on my skin. “When you go into labor… do you have a plan… we haven’t talked about it and Sirius hasn’t said anything.”

I looked back at him, “We will all go to St Mangoes and you two will be in the delivery room with me. The rest will be whatever it will be.”

“Have you packed a bag?”

“For?”

He chuckled shaking his head, “For the hospital… I will help you put together a go bag. You will need some comfort items like your favorite pjs, slippers, a book or two and toiletries. We will need some onesies and diapers for the baby. Maybe some snacks for after the birth and maybe a list of people you want to notify about the birth of the baby…”

“You are the people I want to know… no one else matters to me just you and Sirius. You are welcome to tell whoever you want though. Oooo knock it off pup.” I groaned as the baby began to stretch out inside of my belly.

“Is that the baby? It’s getting big… It’s almost here isn’t it?” Remus gasped excitedly as he readjusted his hands around my tummy. “Hey there pup, look at you! Hey!” He giggled.

Remus was very excited for the arrival of the baby he was turning the magically added room into a beautiful nursery with the boys. As they worked on the room, Lily one of the boys wife, would bring Harry their four or five year old. He was quite the character and Sirius was his godfather. Lily would give me tips and tricks that she wished someone would have told her.

…

I screamed as another contraction hit me with the two boys held my legs for the nurse to check me. “What do you mean I’m not dilated enough? Uuuuu!” I groaned.

The boys let my legs down, and I curled them in myself. Sirius rubbed my back while Remus read from the book I picked out for him to read to me. He read through my stifled screams, trying his best to distract me from my pain. When I felt like it was coming they got the nurse to check me as they held a leg and a hand each. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do and I was absolutely drained. Everything went black before I could hear them say anything about the baby, all I could hear was panicked voices.

I woke up feeling someone stroking my hair and humming from the corner of the room with some fussing. I opened my eyes and Remus is by my side and Sirius sat in the lounge chair with the baby in his arms. Remus was the first to notice of course and called for the nurse. “Sweetheart you gave us quite the start! But everyone is okay, the baby is healthy and they said you just passed from exhaustion.”

The nurses checked me over before suggesting I try to feed the baby. As she helped me latch the baby she said, “Congratulations on the baby girl. She’s beautiful.”

Sirius sat on the bed next to me running a hand over the baby’s black hair, “how are you feeling my love?”

“Exhausted, how are you two?” I asked turning my head to kiss Remus’ hand that rested on his shoulder.

“Sweet girl we’re great, you just gave us the best gift of our lives. You did great love.” Remus kissed my head.

“What do you want to name her?” Sirius asked.

“Well…how about Nova Hope Black?”

“Hope is my mother’s name.” Remus gasped.

“I know, I thought you might appreciate her having a little piece of you.”

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Rules: Share the first paragraph of your last five published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns!

1. Serendipity

She couldn’t see a thing. Neither the shape of the room, nor the edges of the bed, or rather the mattress propped against the wall, pillows haphazardly thrown on top and barely covered with a blanket. She couldn’t see the last sunrays penetrating through the open window, casting their amber glows across her skin, painting shadows over her curves, outlining the planes of his carved out body, and highlighting the perfect angles of his slim face.

2. You Don’t Spell It, You Feel It

Do you believe in fairytales? I sure did, without shame. When Santa dips his cookies in milk and the chimney becomes a little too tight for him to squeeze through. When stuffed animals become your closest friends and come to life at night for you to confide in them your deepest secrets. When the rainbow maps the location of the treasured gold, destined to be lost and to never be found. Fairytales make us believe, and believing makes life worth living.

3. Beloved & Beloathed

Many things in life come in pairs. Sometimes they’re inseparable, like scissors, or glasses, or a Twix bar. Sometimes, they’re at opposite ends, tugging on each other for balance, like left and right, hot and cold, heaven and hell. Yet other times, they can exist on their own, but are only really useful when they’re together. Like paintbrush and watercolor, or a pair of chopsticks, or buying two shirts during the sale where the ad clearly reads “Buy one – get one free.”

4. We Spoke in Flower

I always hated the rain. Ironic, given I live in England. I just never got the appeal of the aesthetic. It’s rather difficult to look on the bright side, when all you see is grey skies and your skin doesn’t receive enough vitamin D. Runny mascara is much too angsty for me; the cold droplets almost piercing through my goosebump-covered skin, reaching straight to the bone. Leaky shoes, damp socks, dirt-splattered trousers, soaking wet collar. And umbrellas. Of course, umbrellas are always a pain. I’ve just given up on carrying them altogether – what’s the point anyway? I lost count of how many brollies I’ve broken or how many times I’d left one at home, naively hoping the sun is there to stay, only for it to start pouring. A useless invention, if you ask me.

5. Snog, Marry, Die

Oxford dictionary defines vengeance as a “punishment inflicted, or retribution exacted for an injury or wrong.” Anyone would hardly ever connect a free summer holiday under Mallorca sun, surrounded by hot singles, with “an injury or wrong.” And yet, each day spent locked in the villa, with the islanders constantly lying to her face, overexaggerating, following her around, stirring drama, and cheating behind her back chipped away her sanity. Piece by piece. Cell by cell. Atom by atom. Until she was way beyond her boiling point. Until the only thing that filled her, was the idea of punishment for all the wrongs she had to endure. Vengeance.

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Okay Rae, it’s my turn to ask questions— TOBY?????

What are our chances of a lil redemption fic where he makes the right choice and pies Amelia???

Bestie, I’m FUMING AFAGSHSHDJJF 😭😭😡

Look, I’ve seen people say it but I never wanted to believe it. Now, stupid me because they were right: MC is not the MC of this season. No, it’s stupid fricking Amelia and I’ll die on this hill URGH

The way her head gets turned by literally every new boy is so annoying. First she wanted Roberto because she knew he wanted us and she got him because I wasn’t into him. Then she got the ick and ran head first into the next wall (the wall = Marshall. Obviously). I CONSTANTLY told her I didn’t think he was trustworthy and whatnot and she never wanted to listen. Well, guess what? Turns out he’s the second dude to give her the ick and I’m so OVER it.

The worst part of it all is definitely how Toby was literally choking on his own saliva for her 🤢🤢🤢

At first I thought he was doing the same thing as Lucas when he took MC as the last person on a date because he wanted to save the best till last, ya know?

Yeah no. That was me hoping and getting outed as a clown straight away, yay. Karma is a bitch.

I chose to make Lewie a bit jealous on my date with Toby and honestly? The things he said made my heart flutter a little. I DO NOT want to believe that he said what he said without it meaning anything. I REFUSE to believe that. Not to mention he’s literally my dream LI 😭😩

- his blue eyes 😩

- the fact that he thinks there’s nothing better than late night gym sessions 🥵 (please, that’s something I do so often and it’s srsly the best)

- his chest ugh, shoot me dead. Now. I’m such a sucker for a big ass chest idc

- he wants a big family I’m going to cry

- literally the only thing that’s missing is tatts (but like, those neck and throat and back of the head pattern-tattoos, chest tattoos and at least tattooed arms all the way down to the fingers)

This is literally my faceclaim for him:

Fabien Tietjen

Anyway, Snog Marry Pie:

I mean, I’m flattered that quite a few of the islanders wanted to marry me (Lewie, Elliot, Bella) but WHERE WERE MY SNOGS??? Wtffff?? And again, Amelia Ratmelia got kissed by basically all of them, how unfair is that?

When Toby snogged Amelia I was like, okay so maybe that means he’ll marry me 🥹👉🏼👈🏼 I basically died inside when he “cupped her face gently”, I’m telling you. It was absolutely, positively brutal. AND THEN HE HAS THE NERVE TO GET DOWN ON HIS KNEE IN FRONT OF AMELIA!!??? Are you fucking kidding me? He’s the only one who broke the rules and he chose to do so with Amelia? It sucks. No, it doesn’t just suck, it actually hurt me so bad.

Also, the fact that I didn’t even have the chance to snog Toby OR marry him OR pie Roberto after the latter was a complete prick? No, I was forced to pay 17 gems to do so? Like hell I was going to pay those bahahaha what are they even thinking? I’m so pissed, I didn’t even want to finish the volume. And I’m not sure I’m going to play the last episode until I’ve calmed down a little.

But is there a chance I’ll whip out a little redemption/fix-Toby fic? FUCK YEAH. I’m not taking this lying down.

#litg #litg s6 #litg double trouble #litg toby #litg amelia #I FRICKING HATE THEM FOR DOING THIS TO ME #i’m gonna cry #bestie jessie #rae answers

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This is from @/livixdunne-blog that @liminal---nightmare-aliza tagged me in and the answers are from the Chaos Blood Potatoes.

70 Questions?

Long af

(Under the break)

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? Not our original. We killed him.

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? @animatronic-assistant Elara.

03: Do you regret anything? ...Terrifying Astraia... ( @multifandomcutie13 )

04: Are you insecure? Not really. No.

05: What is your relationship status? Uh... Nightlight is our girlfriend?

06: How do you want to die? In a fight with blood everywhere.

07: What did you last eat? Faceless Simps.

08: Played any sports? Hunting is a sport?

09: Do you bite your nails? Yes.

10: When was your last physical fight? A few hours ago with another us.

11: Do you like someone? Yes.

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? Yes.

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? We hate a lot of people.

14: Do you miss someone? ....Yes.

15: Have any pets? Yes. Two cats, a puppy and a... What's it called again? An arthropod? A giant sea rolly poly.

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? Chaotic.

17: Ever made out in the bathroom? Uh, ew. No.

18: Are you scared of spiders? No.

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? If we did, we wouldn't change a damn thing.

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? .........Bedroom. It is technically the living room......Nest.

21: What are your plans for this weekend? Hunting.

22: Do you want to have kids? How many? Yeah, we recently adopted two brats we'd murder anyone in cold blood for. @thekillermaretwinz

23: Do you have piercings? How many? No. But we have a tail.

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? Hunting?! And maybe magic....if we practiced more.

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?No. Not at all. Fuck em. All of them can go to hell.

26: What are you craving right now? Blood.

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? Uuuuh.... literally as in reaching in their chest and taking it out. Yes.

28: Have you ever been cheated on? Cheated and lied to as partners that were meant to work together but not in the relationship sense.

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? Never. We'd tear ourselves apart if we did.

30: What’s irritating you right now? These questions.

31: Does somebody love you? Yes...

32: What is your favourite color? Red.

33: Do you have trust issues? Yes.

34: Who/what was your last dream about? .........N.... Nightlight...

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? ............Mother.

36: Do you give out second chances too easily? We do now. But only to Our Own Family...

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? Forget.

38: Is this year the best year of your life? Yes.

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? .....Uh. Well. It was...like... earlier this month....so...three weeks ago?

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? Yup. Yesterday.

51: Favourite food? Blood. And the raw meats Nightlight prepares with the spicy stuff on it.

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? We don't believe in that crap. Shit just happens.

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? We always watch Our Terrors sleep before we watch Nightlight sleep before we pass out by 4-5 in the morning...

54: Is cheating ever okay? No. We don't accept being a floozy in this house.

55: Are you mean? Yes.

56: How many people have you fist fought? Oh, we lost count after the first day of our creation.

57: Do you believe in true love? Uh...we...well...no...but...we believe the thing itself is a thing.

58: Favourite weather? Dark and cloudy.

59: Do you like the snow? Never been in it.

60: Do you wanna get married? No, what's the point?

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? No....never....ew.

62: What makes you happy? Family. Killing. Blood.

63: Would you change your name? We already did. Grim and Reaper. But never would we change Bloodmoon.

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? Hah!

Grabs @animatronic-assistant and kisses her.

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? Well that's a relief. That's Nightlight.

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? Besides Nightlight? Yes. @reynadesilly Reyna and @puppet-strung-moon Net.

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? Mother.

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? @malwaresilly Big Brother.

69: Do you believe in soulmates? We don't. That sounds silly.

70: Is there anyone you would die for? Our Family. We would kill and die for any of them.

@animatronic-assistant Elara

@liminal---nightmare-aliza Mother

@eclipsen-smiles Father Figure Eclipse

@malwaresilly Big Brother

@thekillermaretwinz Our Terrors

@multifandomcutie13 Pink Lady

#escapetheslaughter

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boxwinebaddie · 4 months

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How/when does Jersey end up saying I love you?

oooooh! okay, so i was going to write it out ( i am jennifer slowpez so in nina fashion, i am spoiling it, what's new? ) but there is a part after this...if we remember this ask i am obsessed with where raven is diabolically patching jersey up via the tiny child sized hellokitty carebear bandids kyle bought for the kids he works w in the elementary school via that one anons delicious input...genius really.

*raven vc* pero like, so you know, they pull away it's awkward fml. dawg, they are about to *dreamy fit asf rm tolkien posh british vc* have a cheeky little snog like that entire whumpshot...anyways!

( ALRIGHT THIS IS LONG, VERY UNHINGED AND ROUGH SORRY I HOPE YOU SMILE LAUGH AND CRY PENDEJOS <3 )

kyle notices that the vinyl record player is playing their sadie hawkins first dance song ( idk what song it is but its an abba song because thats gay rights baby! its probably my love, my life or andante andante...branch in my eyes ) and theres a bowl of skittles, but only the red ones are in it...because stan still eats around the red ones bc only kyle can have the red ones....brb crying!

yadda yadda yadda. and i think on the tv, the screen is paused over a brand new episode of say yes to the dress ( if we recall, before i deleted chapter six...which was a disaster but also a masterpiece rip, ravenstan was being so boyfail cute in it in his armani suit and was rizzing the hell out of kyle with his crunchy boy knowledge of plants...when stan came over for their #hate fashionably late, kyle was stress-watching say yes to the dress...which is his favorite show because he claims to be allergic to romance, but secretly thinks its really beautiful that people can fall and love and get married...AAA )

but anyways, when they start dating say yes to the dress ( shoutout to when ravenstan forgot what it was called bc adhd and called it Are You Down With The Gown ) became their show and kyle very quietly is like "were you going to watch it?" and stan getting nervous, trying to deflect because they always watch it together is like uhuhuhHhHh and kyle, sad laugh shaking his head is like "baby" *yersey swearing* "dude...baby dude...my guy...just guy, fuck, you know you can watch it without me. we're not...Together. *hurts worse than his ribs* you don't have to wait for me." and stan is like "i-i know. i was going to...i-i Wanted to! i just--i couldn't. i couldn't watch all the people in...."

Love :(

he doesn't say it. but jersey kyle can FEEL it.

he winces. hard.

he wants to fucking die...he wants to say something but he's so stupid and he ruined ravenstan's life, words fail him but STAN!!! grabs his hand and is like "-because! because i knew it would make me miss you. and fuck it. FUCK EVERYTHING KYLE I FUCKING MISS YOU!!!! i miss you and i LOVE you and i don't--i don't care if you can't say it back! i don't have to wait for you, but i WILL! i want to! i'll--i'll wait forever! YOURE MY FOREVER. people tell me they love me everyday, but with you--i can feel it. I. Just. Know. and that's enough! you're enough. YOURE ENOUGH, KYLE BROFLOVSKI. just the way you are. and i'm sorry...i'm sorry i pushed you and tried to change you. i was just, i was insecure about it i guess--and--and--"

cue kyle smiling like an idiot ( the rare kyle smile ) like "...stan?"

ft. stan still yapping smh like "oh my god, i miss you SO much! curb only got into the trash because you weren't here to remind me. and i had pasta from this five star restaurant the other day and oh my god, ky. it was TRASH! yours is so much better! and-and i think i broke the washing machine earlier, oh my god, it sounded like an explosion, i can't find anything, i--"

kyle...literally still trying to get stans attention smh going

"stan? hey? stan???? Stan???"

stans still yapping btw ( oh my god when he is passionate the man never shuts the hell up hes like rambling himself into a corner ) like "and theres this new exhibit in the aquarium and theres this huge red fish in it and i wanted to send it to you and be like 'this you' but were fighting and I HATE FIGHTING WITH YOU. can we stop fighting? :< i miss you. will you please come home? curb misses you, i miss you, i--"

*jersey vc* STANLEY MARSH!

*stan doing the wide flustered doe eye thing with the lip ring lip bite combo that makes kyle like actually criminally insane with love feels*

speaking of...

he leeeeeeeeeeeeeeans in...

gently grasps ravenstan's face

KISSES THEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE SHIT OUT OF HIM.

and says

and i quote...

"Te amo." <3

AAAAAAAAAA AND THE CROWD GOES WIIIIIIILD :')

-uncle nina, gratuitous undivorcer of ravesey style

#i'll edit the tags in a second #but is everyone happy #theyre in love again #i promise #*impastor craig vc* by the power vested in me i now pronounce my beautiful gay sons that i tortured for half a year #Undivorced ;-; <3 #I CAAAAAAAAAANT BELIEVE IT #no one get used to it im still gonna have them do miserable break up things and create drama dont worry about THAT #BUT I CANT BELIEVE JERSEY KYLE SAID I LOVE YOU #I AM SO PROUD WOW THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL #now i can write the jersey kyle Can say i love u meme #( which is my favorite ask meme its so funny ily robot kyle )#he is like...i have so many feelings...i am excited? frightened? ex...frightened?#I CANT BELIEVE JERSEY KYLE SAID TEEEE AMO #SMILE PENDEJO NATION WE ARE SOOOOO BACK!#is anyone else crying or is it just me is it just jersey and raven and me and curb and the entire internet #UR WELCOME! YOU ARE ALL NO LONGER CHILDREN OF DIVORCE! TIME TO REJOOOOOOOOOOOICE YALL #*passes out The I Survived The 2024 Ravesey Divorce And All I Got Was This Stupid Teeshirt stupid teeshirts*#my sons in love my sons in AMOR bitch!!!!!!#that rizz was crazy also this was too happy so pls note they quite licherally almost smashed but kyles bones are broken #NOT THE ONE THAT MATTERS THO but he did still get stanbanned by sexy nurse raven lamE #*teri vc* at least he'd die doing what he loves...LITERALLY!!!#i admire his dedication like i too would risk it all to get risque and frisque with ravenstan but no they just #watched say yes to the dress and fell asleep on the couch #The End <3 #everybody chant NINA!!! NINA!!!! NINAAAAAAA!!!

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jimblejamblewritings · 2 years

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riddle means misery | part 2.

Summary: Y/N Riddle. Not much more has to be said. Everyone hates her. She’s evil... she has to be.

Warnings for the Series: 18+, this series is dark. Manipulation, dubcon verging on noncon, abuse of power, violence, ed mentions, death, blood

Pairing: unknown yet x black!reader

Word Count: 4.9k

A/N I: My old readers will know, if I have multiple parts finished. I will post them. Except nearly the whole series to be put up tonight— up until the romance part until I decide who.

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

You didn’t move despite the charm being off until they were gone. Shakily, you pulled out your wand and muttered ‘Tergeo’-- you didn’t have enough magic to use ‘Scourgify’. You were happy no one was in the common room. Finnegan wasn’t in the room and you didn’t get a good night’s sleep because of it. Sirius wouldn’t hurt an animal just because they belonged to you, right?

Relief filled your body at Finnegan sleeping on the arm rest of the couch in the common room. You immediately took her upstairs for her breakfast before taking her outside to use the restroom— the cat areas of Hogwarts were really convenient because you would hate a litter box in your room. Remus was the one who caught you crouched in the outer corridor while watching Finnegan enjoy her outside time, skipping breakfast because you didn’t want to deal with anything. You would just get food from the kitchen in a little bit. The house elves were never horrible to you. They were mean but at least they let you get food.

“Please leave me alone.”

“I’m doing you a favor by warning you.”

“Warning me?”

“Marlene wants to duel you this afternoon but is willing to let your boyfriend take your place.”

Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Rosier kisses your ass, I’m sure he kisses other things.”

“I would never kiss him. He’s not my boyfriend and I’m not a whore.”

“What makes you think snogging means you’re a whore, your father tell you that?”

You grabbed your cat and left. Remus stood and jogged to catch up with you. “Bloody hell, that’s true?”

“What’s true, Moony?”

“Merlin’s Beard,” you whispered as the rest of the group showed up.

“Her father’s little letters told her you’re a whore if you snog someone.”

All the boys started laughing. James adjusted his glasses.

“You say you’re not a Death Eater but you listen to Daddy’s letters? That’s a bit heir to the evil throne, Princess.”

“Is there a reason?” Peter asked.

You knew walking would result in them following. You just adjusted Finnegan in your arms. “Snogging leads to dating.”

“Yeah, that’s the idea.”

“No point in dating if they’re not the one you’re set up to marry,” you mumbled.

“That little marriage list wasn’t a joke? And here I was going to compliment You-Know-Who on having some humor in his murderous body… wait, my name was on it.”

Sirius blocked you in with his arms. “Nope, nope, you’re not leaving until I know why my name was on it.”

“You’re a pureblood,” you muttered.

“What?”

“You’re a pureblood from an old family.”

Sirius’ hand held your throat, not applying pressure but threatening to. “I’d never date you.”

“It’s not about what you want! It’s a marriage arrangement, you don’t choose it. It happens when my father takes over, you think he cares what we want?”

“When?” Sirius’ hand around your throat dropped.

“My father gets stronger by the day and no one is doing anything about it. It’s obvious what’s going to happen. Voldemort will take over and everyone will fall in line or get killed. Muggleborns will have to give up their wands or die and purebloods won’t marry anyone less than a pureblood until we’re all that’s left. That’s life when he wins. When.”

“How are you even allowed to be here?”

You turned at the random voice. The Great Hall had cleared out from dinner and you were faced with a bunch of your fellow students that only heard you say your father was going to win and kill them all.

“You should be in an Azkaban cell,” another student said as they all started to walk by.

“No, I’m not…”

Your words weren’t finished as you ducked under Sirius’ arm to leave. Finnegan scratched your arms as you were lifted into the air and she jumped to the ground. Your wand hit the ground and you watched James pocket it. Everyone was laughing as the shorts under your skirt were vanished to reveal tiny blue panties with stars on them.

Your face felt hot as your hands held up your skirt when you felt the panties disappear. You couldn’t cry. Crying would only make it worse, you were sure. No one had ever seen you cry at Hogwarts for that exact reason. Well that was a lie. Up until he graduated at the end of your third year, Lucius had seen a few tears. You hated that he had seen so much of you in a way you knew pleased him and your father.

“Drop her!”

You heard that and the shouts of various spells before you found yourself floating back to the ground. Evan Rosier was throwing spells at anyone he could see. Severus looked at you with mild disgust.

“Why didn’t you do anything?”

“James took my wand.”

His face softened and you were actually grateful to the Marauders for once. If the Death Eater posse knew how little magic you possessed, they would stop helping you. He cleaned up the scratches you got from your cat. Severus summoned your wand and some shorts. A blush covered his face.

“I thought the shorts were more appropriate for me to grab.”

You thanked him and pulled the shorts up with a vengeance. Evan stopped hexing people only when the Death Eater posse were the last in the hallway.

Bellatrix reached out to hand Finnegan back to you. “Those mudbloods will be the ones rotting in Azkaban cells if they don’t mind themselves. We can hex them some more.”

“No,” you said quickly before realizing you needed to say more. “School hexes are stupid. They’ll realize Hogwarts isn’t the real world.”

Evan nodded. “If you change your mind, we’ll be glad. I’ve been itching to drop someone from the third floor.”

The posse walked off, laughing about spells they’ve been wanting to do for a long time. Your life felt like hell. You knew it when you found yourself wishing the Marauders would choose to publicly mess with you that day so others wouldn’t. You would actually even take them shoving you into the Black Lake again like they did in third year. At least they wouldn’t throw rocks at you at first. Every meal was now eaten in the kitchen because the Great Hall was the biggest source of your humiliation. You went to the owlery to get another letter from your father. There was one from him and one with no markings or signatures. You opened the non marked one to find a single sentence:

If you go to Astronomy tonight, you might slip from the tower.

“Hey, Princess!”

You didn’t even look up at James, just shoved the letter in his arms so he could destroy it like he wanted and ran. You didn’t think they were joking. Taking a failing grade in Astronomy was worth it if it meant you were going to live. You had gotten many threats over the years but no one had been bold enough to threaten to kill you. A lot of letters saying you should die or be dead. But none saying they would kill you.

In the safety of your room, you cried and hyperventilated on the floor. The bullying was expected, the torment was often, but the moments you truly didn’t feel safe were far and few between. You listened to the letter and didn’t attend your Astronomy class. You skipped breakfast the next morning as well.

Instead of going to the Great Hall, you went straight to the library. Exams were coming up and you needed study materials. You looked over when you felt stares. A group of seventh years from different Houses were there. The girl in front rolled her eyes.

“What are you doing, Riddle?” she asked.

You didn’t answer. Maybe it would have been better to say nothing and move on. You just tried to get your books. One of the thick novels smacked you in the face repeatedly.

“You don’t know how to speak, brat?”

“What do you want?” you asked.

“Come to Hogsmeade.”

“I’m studying, O.W.L.s ar—”

“That wasn’t a question. You’re leaving with us now. Hogsmeade or your cat might go missing. It was a stray anyway, right?”

You dropped all of your books and left with them. They sandwiched you in so you couldn’t even think about running. You felt one of them grab your wand out the waistband of your skirt. The undeniable crunch of your wand snapping reached your ears only a few seconds later.

“We’re getting firewhiskey at the pub,” one of them said.

“I can’t drink till next school year.”

“Learn we aren’t asking questions, unless you want another hex.”

You followed them to the pub where they trapped you in the booth. You listened to them order— someone got you a butterbeer and multiple shots of firewhiskey. Three shots were placed in front of you.

“Drink.”

They laughed when you coughed as the alcohol burned your throat. The girl who spoke earlier grabbed your chin.

“When your father takes over, you think all little muggleborns are going to let you take our wands?”

“I didn’t mean it like that, you didn’t hear the fir—”

“Prove it. Prove you’re not a Death Eater then, that you like us mudbloods… I know what I do when I like someone.”

You hit at her wrist. “No, let go.”

The group laughed.

“She’s not into girls, I bet,” someone else said. “Sweetheart, we’ve got plenty of mudblood boys too.”

You panicked and hit at her wrist again. You didn’t like this game. Snogging was supposed to be something special according to your books. You didn’t want to be kissed by any of them. You didn’t like any of them. The guy behind the girl raised a brow.

“I thought you wanted everyone to know you weren’t your father.”

“No kissing, you already broke my wand.”

“That was just part one.”

“Let go, let go!”

She hissed when you hit her particularly hard. Before the girl could get out another word, a wand was pointed at her throat.

“She told you to let go. I don’t think she’s friends with any of you.” Lucius sneered.

They all scampered away. Lucius gave you a hand out of the booth. Just like when you were eleven, you immediately clung to him. He led you out the pub and apparated you both to Diagon Alley when you mentioned that your wand was broken. Ollivander wasn’t even surprised to see you. He was one of the few adults you liked. You knew he didn’t like you— you had caught him talking to one of the other customers when he thought you had left. But, he always treated you like a normal customer to your face. At least he knew how to put on a facade.

“Let’s try a different wand this time, Miss Riddle. I’ve been giving you the same replacement for years. Try this, beech wood with a dragon heartstring core. Ten inches, unyielding.”

You cleaned the dust off the counter. Ollivander nodded. You reached into your bag but Lucius paid before you could even fish out the coins and count them. He took you back to Hogsmeade and began the walk to Hogwarts.

“They’re still messing with you? I told you to tell your father after I graduated.”

“He’d kill everyone, even the purebloods.”

Lucius chuckled. “That’s what happens when you’re a Daddy’s girl. Well, you’re almost done and then you can join him. I think they should all be scared when you join us… You’re wearing the bracelet?”

You nodded. “It’s nice. Thank you for the jewelry.”

“It looks pretty on you.” Lucius took your hand and kissed it. “I’ll see you around.”

He turned to leave. He had to know about the marriage list. You sighed because Lucius definitely thought he was the number one prospect and was going to do anything to stay that way. You’d quicker marry Sirius than him and that said a lot because you wanted the arrogant boy to drown himself in the lake every other day. You felt light walking into the castle, though.

Lucius had kept you out long enough that everyone already had gone to bed. The castle seemed empty. You couldn’t wait until it was actually void of students. Summer was your liveliest time even if it was short. The Great Hall was always playing music on the record player when you were cleaning with the house-elves. You were surprised they still didn’t like you all that much despite the fact that you cleaned with them.

The first thing you did one your first day of freedom was go to the pier to paint your nails. You weren’t really a make-up girl, partially because it was so expensive. But you were a complete nail polish girl. If you didn’t replace your nail polish every other Sunday then the world was coming to an end.

Your second favorite thing about summer was quidditch. The quidditch pitch was free for you to ride your broom and scream at the top of your lungs. You just knew that you would have been an amazing Chaser. Having the castle all to yourself was always a dream. It was the real you that no one— not even your father— had a glimpse of.

All the shine was dulled when September came back. You skipped the opening feast and ate in your room. You just wanted another day before all the crap started again. And like you predicted, the moment you stepped outside was the moment it started. Your prefect dropped your schedule in your cup of orange juice and then you slipped on a mysterious patch of ice when leaving the Great Hall. The ice patch broke some teeth. Madame Pomfrey wouldn’t help you, acting like you always had a tooth problem.

You sat at your desk in your dorm room and brewed your own Skele-Gro. You didn’t take the potion until late at night because you knew that the process would be a bit painful for the teeth completely missing and you wanted to be passed out for most of it. Changing into pajamas, you got ready for the potion. You threw it back and dragged yourself to bed, closing the curtains around it.

Your roommates noticed a cauldron that your foot had hit as you got into bed. It rocked back and forth before tipping all the way— the purple liquid spilling out of it. The cauldron knocked over other bottles and broke the herb and salt lines around your bed.

It was getting hard to breathe. Your eyes flew open to see nothing but black. Arms hit at whatever was on top of you. The giggling of your roommates was making you panic even more. Spots started to dart across your vision. Your hand tried to reach for your wand but it wasn’t where you left it. The pillow finally seemed to let you pull it away from your face. You sat up, panting heavily. All your roommates made eye-contact with you before going to sleep. Falling asleep again wasn’t an option. You grabbed your wand from one of the roommates’ nightstand and moved to change into day clothes.

McGonagall looked extremely annoyed when you knocked on her door. “Miss Riddle, you’re out past curfew.”

“The girls in my room tried to kill me,” you said between breaths.

“That is a very serious accusation.”

“They put a p—”

“Miss Riddle, did you not hear me? That is a very serious accusation and we don’t take kindly to students throwing it around like nothing. Go back to your room before I give you detention for breaking curfew.”

Your mouth dropped open. She wasn’t taking you seriously. You turned around to head back to the common room before deciding to take one more chance and go to Dumbledore’s office. Dumbledore gave you the same look as McGonagall when the door was opened. You already knew he would say the same things as her but you tried anyway. You ended up grabbing your bags, your journals, and your cat from your room before camping out in a broom closet in the common room. Hopefully none of the quidditch players wanted to practice early in the morning.

You didn’t know what to do. You couldn’t sleep in your room anymore. What if you accidentally knocked over a cauldron and it happened again? They actually tried to smother you with a pillow. The worst part was they almost succeeded. You decided to walk through Hogsmeade to try and come up with a solution. Also to comfort yourself by buying new nail polish or something. You wanted another research journal. You were old enough now to take your research seriously. Exploring the Dark Arts so you could figure out how to defend them was important to you. Especially because your father’s letters revealed more and more to you. You thought that it would be nice to sit at the bar in Three Broomsticks and drink some wine on the weekends while talking about a spell your father taught you when you were six that was three times worse than the Cruciatus Curse. Maybe The Ministry, particularly The Aurors, would find it very useful.

You stumbled as a hex hit you, causing you to fall and get a cut on your chin. Ignoring the blood, you looked at your coins in your hand— there was some money to spare. A butterbeer before going back to the castle seemed like a great start to working on the journals. Besides, you needed to be out of the castle a little longer. You paused when you reached the window of Three Broomsticks. Four faces were talking animatedly to each other and a terrible solution appeared in your mind. You might make yourself a target but it was worth a shot.

“Are we actually gonna do it?” Remus asked. “We never even figured out who to ask over summer.”

Sirius took the salad that the waitress brought. “Not my fault two of you are straight as a damn whistle. A boy sub is so much easier to find, I know so many. Shit, I’d even ask Archie again. He’s a switch but wouldn’t mind and the breakup wasn’t bad. We would’ve had someone by now.”

“That’s comfortable with four doms?”

Peter swallowed his bite of food. “If they’re comfortable with fucking Padfoot, they’re comfortable with four doms.”

That made the others chuckle. The boys had been seriously considering actually going through with the throwaway suggestion one of them had made the summer before when they broke into the Potters’ alcohol cabinet to finally try some because they couldn’t wait one more year to be legal. An alcohol induced night and the fact that they were already way too comfortable with each other led to finding out they’re all doms— which shocked James who thought Sirius was a sub the entire time, vice versa with his friend.

They began to think more and more about it but never really figured out who they would even approach to ask. They might have been known around school but there were still some things they wanted under wraps which was why they were so hesitant on Sirius’ suggestions even though he knew the most people out of all them— the problem was they loved to kiss and tell which was why he slowly stopped kissing and just went on dates.

James only could think of people on the quidditch team and didn’t want that messy dynamic of being team captain and sleeping with one of your teammates. He wasn’t about to be accused of benching someone or being harsh during practice because of sex. So they were back to square one of brilliant idea with no possible execution.

You walked into the pub with determination. The Marauders blinked when you stood in front of their table. You poked at your thighs and James had to bite back a laugh because you were dressed just like his grandpa— he was positive that he had seen that exact pair of corduroy pants and pink t-shirt in the closet. Even your little tote bag looked old.

“Ring Leader?” Remus acknowledged you.

“I need friends,” you said.

“Go find the posse. Aren’t you already friends with th—”

“No. I need good friends… so everyone else will leave me alone.”

James set down his butterbeer. “What do we have to do with it?”

“People will stop if I’m friends with you. No one messes with me if you four are in charge of humiliating me. It can’t be much different if we’re friends. I want that every day. I want it all to stop. I’ll pay you. Whatever you w—”

“I think my money alone is enough for the four of us.”

“Please! M-my roommates t-t-tried to kill me. I can’t be alone and I don’t think I can go back to my room… I need h— I’ll do whatever you want. Give you money, do your homework, review you—”

“Sleep with us,” Sirius said jokingly before shoving his forkful of salad into his mouth.

“O-okay.”

He looked up with wide eyes, nearly choking on his food. “Moony, get up… Princess, sit. Fuckin’ pathetic. You know that, right?”

You slid into the booth, acutely aware of how little space there was with both Remus and Sirius in the booth. You were stiff as Sirius brazenly squeezed your breast. That never happened to you before. A gasp left your mouth when his hand started going for your belt buckle. His hand slid into your pants, moving past your underwear. His fingers spread you open but his face read disinterest.

“You agree and this is what it is, understand that? Those tits? Ours. Your mouth, ours. Ass, ours. This pussy…”

Your mouth dropped open as he plunged his fingers into you.

“Ours.” His fingers left as quickly as they entered you. “We get you whenever we want. All four of us. We’re doing you a favor acting like your friends. You owe us. You’re not our sub.”

“What’s that?”

“How sheltered does You-Know-Who keep you?” Remus asked.

Sirius continued his first point. “You’re not our sub. Don’t act like it either, understand you’re a plaything. A toy. Do you understand that?”

“Repeat what he said, Princess,” James said.

“I’m a toy.”

“Good girl. Whose?”

“Marauders,” you whispered.

Sirius zipped your pants back up and went back to eating. “You learn quick. Waiter! Can we get… what do you want?”

“Porridge breakfast and a butterbeer.”

“Side of fruit or potatoes?”

“Fruit, please.”

The Marauders talked around you as everyone ate. They were mainly pissed that you were staying in their room because you were scared of your roommates. You couldn’t exactly say you were excited. You had never kissed a boy let alone slept with one. Not to mention this wasn’t just one but four. Worth it wasn’t quite the word you would use but it was the only option that you had. The only option you could visibly see. You finished down your butterbeer when James, Peter, and Remus stood up.

Without delay, you stood up so Sirius could exit the booth. James stretched before slapping your ass. You walked with them wherever they wanted to go. You figured for a couple weeks you would have to be seen everywhere with them before you could ditch them to be alone when they didn’t want you.

They spent almost the entire rest of the day in Hogsmeade. Peter squeezed your ass as you all entered the common room. No one else was there but you guys so he had no qualms about changing into a rat. You squeaked in surprise at the Animagus form but picked the rat up and carried him up the stairs. Peter leaned against the doorway as you packed up all your stuff. He snorted at seeing the cat your roommates stole for them that one time. His eyes roamed over everything. You had a lot of weird shit.

“They actually try to kill you?”

He chuckled a bit when you nodded and pointed to the pillow that you were leaving behind. The Marauders rolled their eyes when you and Peter returned with all your stuff. They moved all their trunks to the front of their beds so they could move the desks around and create the tiniest space for you. You stacked your two trunks against the wall to create a makeshift headboard.

Remus duplicated his mattress for you. Finnegan’s cat bed was put on top of the third trunk at the foot of the mattress that was going to act like your desk. It was lucky that the others only owned owls. Finnegan didn’t have to adjust to new pets. You barely finished putting up your stuff when you felt yourself get grabbed and put on a bed. Without making a fuss, Peter murmured the vanishing spell and you found yourself completely naked. On instinct, you covered yourself as the boys just stared. Remus clicked his tongue.

“Not bad, less tits than I thought. Alright, Riddle, turn around.”

Shaking a bit, you started to move. Apparently too slow for their liking, you felt yourself get turned over. Peter grabbed his wand, muttered a birth control spell, and then pulled you up by the hips. You inhaled sharply as he entered you. He didn’t even wait for any adjustment, just kept pushing himself until he was fully in. His hand snaked around to start rubbing your clit as he rocked you back and forth on him, needing you more wet so it would be enjoyable for him.

On some principle, you knew that first times were merely a concept. But that wasn’t what you were taught. And after reading so many romance books, you didn’t care how others talked about it, you wanted it to be the special times like the books. You were hoping to at least face them, get a kiss… maybe even someone say you looked pretty. Peter started going faster to chase his high. The pain and discomfort started to turn into weird pleasure.

“Tummy feels funny,” you tried to warn someone.

They all laughed. Peter slapped your ass before grabbing your hair and pulling you up.

“It’s called cumming.”

Your romance books were wrong in the descriptions, then. It felt a lot different from what you had read. Peter jerked your head back slightly.

“You need to ask us permission.”

“Please,” you whispered. “Can I cum, please?”

“No.” He pushed you back down.

You felt the warmth of his release and soon Peter pulled away. You were pulled by your ankles to the edge of the bed so your bottom half was hanging slightly off it— your feet would’ve been touching the ground if it wasn’t for the rough pace that James set. He groaned and Peter chuckled.

“She’s tight isn’t she?”

“Her pussy’s got a fuckin’ grip.”

“That good?” Remus asked, sitting on the bed.

“Riddle’s good for one thing.” He pulled all the way out to slam back in. “Made to take a cock.”

They started talking about you like you weren’t there. You listened as they started naming all the things that they wanted to do to you. Taking you all at once made you nervous. This already felt like too much with one of them at a time. You heard a lot of things that you were unsure about. Getting tied up, edging, choking, messing with you in class. But not a single soft thing was mentioned. Of course not. They made it clear that you were a plaything and not their sub. You buried your face in the mattress when one of them threw out the word whore and it stuck. Remus’ face was suddenly next to you as Sirius replaced James.

“Snogging doesn’t make you a whore, Princess, but this does. This is what you’re gonna be, right, a good little whore for us?”

Peter, who cleaned himself up and was now dressed, smacked your ass. “Letting four guys fuck you all ‘cause you can’t take a few jinxes. Pathetic.”

Sirius groaned. “Call her that again.”

“Did she clench up, did you mean to, sweetheart? Getting worked up at being called our pathetic slut?”

You were just trying to hold back on the funny feeling and your stomach knotting up. Taking a chance, you looked at Peter.

“Can I cum? Please. Can I?”

“No.”

You nodded and dropped your head back against the mattress, hoping that Sirius would be done sooner rather than later. Remus grabbed your hips and sunk into you. The other three were either cleaning themselves up. Your bottom was sore as Remus pounded in and out of you. They said they wouldn’t always take you like this but you felt that more often than not you would have to deal with all four of them. You winced when Remus pulled out.

“Go pee before you get an STI,” he said, more clinical than caring.

They watched you wobble over to their bathroom. Your eyes squeezed shut as you went to the bathroom. No one said that it would hurt a little bit. You flushed the toilet and looked at yourself in the mirror. You couldn’t even give yourself a pep talk. So you just washed your hands and went back into the room. They didn’t bother you as you dug through your trunk for some pajamas.

(part 3)

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