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𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐤𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐨𝐯𝐚 - 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥

• a/n: y’all voted for aleksander… so here you go!!

• summary: reader would’ve never believed that the man she loved, who she believed loved her, would ever betray her… until he did

• contains: aleksander morozova x fem reader, betrayal, broken trust, anger, underlying affection, pushing

• word count: 1k

Aleksander had always been a master of manipulation, and the love he held for his partner was a tool he used to further his own ambitions. Despite his affection for her, he used her powers for his own benefit, knowing the raw power she held.

As he watched her, blissfully unaware of his true intentions, a pang of guilt would occasionally flicker across his features, but he quickly buried it deep within his heart.

He had grown fond of her, the way she trusted him so completely, the way she looked up to him with such admiration. But all of it was a carefully crafted facade, a means to an end. He knew he would have to betray her in the end, to sacrifice their love for the greater good, but he pushed those thoughts aside as he continued to bask in her presence.

Each time she reached for him, each time she looked at him with those trusting eyes, he felt a pang of regret. He knew he was using her, knew he was deceiving her, but he pushed those thoughts away, telling himself it was all for the greater good. He had a vision for Ravka, and she was an integral part of it. He loved her in his own twisted way, but it was a love overshadowed by his ambition and determination.

Aleksander's betrayal was both calculated and cold. He had spent months, perhaps even years, manipulating and using her for her powers and for his own gain. He had strung her along, feeding her lies and half-truths, all the while knowing that he would eventually have to discard her.

And when the time came, he acted without remorse, discarding her as easily as he had used her, his heart cold and his eyes devoid of emotion.

But that didn’t stop her anger from lashing out. “You lying bastard!” She grunted out as she pushed at his chest roughly.

He stumbled back, caught off guard by the force of her push. His face darkened at her outburst, but he kept his composure, his expression neutral. "Watch yourself, little star," he warned, a hint of menace lacing his voice.

“Is that what this all was, a lie? Was there no truth in it?” No, she didn’t show any part that proved he had upset her, instead sticking to her words with a bit of a bite hidden underneath.

"Of course not," he replied calmly, his eyes fixed on hers. "Our connection was very real. My love for you was real." He took a step closer, his gaze never leaving hers. "But sometimes, the greater good demands sacrifices. I know you understand that, Y/N. Deep down, you know I did what I had to do. For Ravka."

“If it was real, any of it was real, you could’ve asked for help!” She expressed with another push, letting her anger getting the better of her. “Not manipulate me into doing so, you knew I would’ve done anything for you!”

He caught her wrists, his grip firm as he held her in place. "And that's exactly why I couldn't ask," he said evenly. "You would have done anything for me, even if it meant putting yourself in danger. I couldn't risk that."

His eyes bored into hers, his expression stoic. "I may have used you, Y/N, but never forget that I do love you. In my own twisted way, I do."

“You’re playing with me like I’m some sort of pawn in your game.” She growled.

"You’ve always been a pawn, darling," he confessed coldly. "An important piece on my board, one that I've moved and manipulated as needed." His grip tightened on her wrists, his eyes never leaving hers. "But that doesn’t mean I don’t care for you. I do, just not in the way you want me to. You’re a means to an end, Y/N. A necessary tool."

“That’s all it is to you!” She exclaimed. “Power! You couldn’t allow something to be real, to stay real.”

He chuckled, the sound devoid of any humor. "Everything is about power, love. That’s the only reality there is. You’re naïve to think otherwise." He released her wrists, his hand coming up to caress her cheek, a touch that should have been tender but only felt mocking.

She tilted her head in the opposite position, pulling away from his touch that she use to crave only hours before, but now here they stood. “Mark my words, Aleksander. I will not rest until I get my revenge.”

His smile widened at her threat, a sadistic gleam in his eye. "I look forward to it," he said smoothly, relishing the thought of her trying and failing. "You have always been feisty, my little star. But I've seen you at your most vulnerable. I know your weaknesses. You can't touch me."

“You underestimate me. I may have done your bidding unknowingly before, but I promise you, I never will again.”

"You say that now," he mused, "but you always come back to me. You're like a moth drawn to a flame, darling. No matter how many times you get burned, you can't stay away. You need me," he finished smugly.

“I assure you that I do not.” She stepped back, moving closer to the door. “Don’t call for me anymore, you’ll get no response.”

He watched her retreating figure, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. He had never been rejected before, and it made his blood boil. "You'll come crawling back to me, Y/N. You always do," he called out after her, his tone dismissive.

“We’ll see.” She nodded, leaving her facial features neutral as she had throughout the whole conversation. “We’ll see.”

He watched her go, his expression hardening. He didn’t believe for a second that she would stay away. She would be back, like she always was. He knew her too well, knew her weaknesses and her desires. Even if she fought it, she would come back to him. He was sure of it.

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so starting on november first, i will be taking a short break from writing and posting. i’m unsure of how long i will be gone, but i just feel drained and lost my creative spark when it comes to writing. i want to thank everyone for their love and support over the past month, it means more than you’ll ever know. during my break, my requests will remain open for suggestions when i return. i will post one more imagine before this break, so that being said… which character would you like tomorrow? (i don’t have anything prewrittened for remus, sorry!)

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𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧 - 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡

• a/n: starting november first, i will be taking a short break from writing. i’m unsure for how long but i feel drained when it comes to my creative spark. i will have one more imagine coming tomorrow and then my break starts. thank you for all of the support over the last month. in the meantime, requests will remain open for when i return. much love

• summary: the day following the horrific night of october 31st, 1981

• contains: remus lupin x fem reader, mentions of death, heartbreak, despair, angst

• word count: 1.4k

Remus walked through the aftermaths of the Potter residence, the house that previously held an abundance of laughter and love was now destroyed, the light taken away. The house was silent, no sign of James’ loud jokes or Lily scolding them for their pranks. All Remus saw before him was his best friend’s broken house.

There were memories in here, Remus’ memories. He could still see Lily smiling and chatting with him while he and James sat at the kitchen table. He could see James and him laughing to the point they were in tears from a dumb joke. He could see the four of them gathered in the sitting room, lost in their conversations for hours.

He could see the four of them gathered around the table drinking butterbeer, James and Sirius making jokes and Remus and Lily listening while trying to hold back their own laughter.

It was all gone now, all that was left was silence.

His shoulders slumped, an emotion of pure disbelief and sadness washing over him. His best friends were gone. The people he called family were no longer with him, and he felt as if a part of himself had been ripped out from him.

He stood amongst the mess that was the Potter’s home, silently looking around at the once filled house now completely empty.

Her steps came up slowly beside him, stepping over a little bit over a mess that was left the night before, careful not to mess anything up as she walked closer up behind her husband.

He was so submerged in his own thoughts that he didn’t initially notice her presence. So when he heard her footsteps approaching him, it caused him to nearly spring from his spot on the ground. He was on guard until he noticed it was his wife.

His shoulders slumped as he turned to her, running a hand through his messy brown hair before his gaze returned to the mess of the once beautiful house.

It was a fragile time, and she knew it. she kept quiet, sadness brimming her slightly red eyes. Lily was her best friend, and now she would never be able to experience another moment with her. Her eyes scanned the house. Thankfully, it wasn’t destroyed on the first floor, at least not by much. She couldn’t bear to go upstairs.

Her eyes took in Lily’s belongings which merged with James’ as Harry’s toys surrounded them. it broke her heart even more. Slowly, she ran her hand over her stomach.

His gaze watched as his wife’s hand began to mindlessly trail down to her slightly protruding stomach, his eyes following the movement with sadness.

He knew how heartbroken she was over the loss of her best friend because he was just as devastated with the loss of his best friends. Remus felt as though a piece of him was missing, no longer being able to see them again, or hear about their newest pranks, or be on the receiving end of their teasing.

He took a step closer to her, a silent need for comfort and closeness taking over.

Standing behind her now, he gently wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest while his chin rested in the crook of her shoulder. He inhaled sharply, needing her close. The scent of her hair, the way she leaned against him, it was comforting.

His arms tightened around her just a little as he held her, trying his best to ground himself.

She let her body relax for the first time in the last few hours, closing her eyes as she tried to keep her emotions at bay.

He felt her slightly relax in his arms, his eyes flickering closed as well. There were no words for what happened to James and Lily, but Remus felt the need to be near his wife right now. Being without her didn’t even seem like an option to him now.*

His eyes remained shut, his arms still wrapped around her as his chest against her back slowly rose and fell. The two were silent for a long moment simply taking in the comfort that the other’s presence provided.

His hand began mindlessly rubbing her stomach, the realization of what was to come suddenly hitting him. The fact that he was going to be a father, the fact that the child she was carrying in her abdomen was his responsibility now. His to protect and raise now.

His hold on her waist tightened again, his chin moving so his head was now resting against her shoulder, his face buried in her neck.

“It doesn’t feel real.” She whispered.

He inhaled a shaky breath, his nose gently nuzzling her skin. He knew exactly what she meant, this whole situation was like a bad dream. “I know..” He replied back just as quietly. Just days ago he was standing in this house laughing and chatting with his friends, and now today it was gone. James and Lily were gone.

His hand continued to lay flat against her stomach, the action almost being more for him than her.

He fell silent again, the sound of a soft, almost inaudible sigh leaving his lips before he nuzzled into the crook of her neck again. The need to be closer to her was almost overbearing.

He couldn’t bring himself to let her go, or leave this destroyed house, the thought of doing so brought a sense of panic to Remus. Not yet. He needed more time.

“We should collect their things… oh, and poor baby Harry.” She whispered, her voice breaking more. “Do you really think he’ll be alright at his aunts?”

He grimaced at her suggestion, his arms tightening just a little more around her. He didn’t want to do any of that, he just wanted to keep her in the safety of his arms. His thoughts turned to little Harry as well, a frown set on his face. The idea of Harry living with the Dursley’s didn’t sit right with him, he knew how much James wasn’t a fan of them. He let out a soft sigh, he still didn’t believe this was happening. “Dumbledore said he would be fine…”

“Dumbledore also said we would all be safe, what a lie that was.” What was that in her voice? Anger perhaps?

His breath caught, her words causing a slight pang of pain within his chest. She was right. Dumbledore had promised their safety and yet here they were. Their friends dead, Sirius locked in Azkaban. He was silent for a moment, his grip on her waist having tightened without him realizing, his breaths slowly evening out again “You’re right.”

She couldn’t help it, maybe it was the hormones, or the nonstop feeling of loss around them, but she broke into a sob.

His eyes widened, taken back by the sudden sounds of sobs coming from his wife. One of his hands had begun to trace comforting shapes on her stomach while the other was still wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest.

He gently shushed her, attempting to soothe her tears. It pained him to hear her so upset.

He held her tight against him, his chin moving from her shoulder so that his head was resting against the top of hers. He was at a loss for words, what could he even say right now? All that they could do was stand in the mess of the Potter’s home, letting her grieve and cry for a future that would no longer happen.

He felt his own shoulders begin shaking as she cried. Holding her in his arms only made it more real, the thought that he’d never see James and Lily again. His best friends were dead and never coming back. His grip on her waist tightened again as his other hand held her stomach, silently trying to comfort himself with the fact that he still had her and their baby.

He was a mess, tears welled up in his eyes as he attempted to keep them from falling. He pressed his face into the crook of her neck, silently crying along with her.

He held her close, allowing them both to cry and grieve together. The silence around them only served as a reminder of the grief that filled the air. There were no sounds of laughter or light banter as James and Lily would do when the couple visited them. All that was left was the silence and the heartbreak.

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i agree with british people when they say fooking ell

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𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 - 𝐏𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐆𝐮𝐭𝐬

• summary: when reader and sirius are meant to be carving pumpkins, they find themselves a bit distracted

• contains: sirius black x fem reader, established relationship, flirting, pumpkin fight, hints at sexual context

• word count: 1.2k

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The weather is chilly and crisp as Halloween creeps ever so closer. The sun is slowly setting below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the scene.

A small pile of pumpkins sits on the ground next to them, fresh from the farmer's market.

A small table has been set up outside, a few carving tools and a couple of old magazines spread out. Sirius stands beside her, a big, goofy grin on his face as he grabs ahold of a knife, ready to start carving the first pumpkin.

"So we have the knives, the pumpkin.” He lists off on his fingers, a playful gleam in his eyes, "Some old magazines for inspiration, oh and your wonderful presence. I’d say we've got everything we need for a fantastic carving session, wouldn't you agree?"

“Real cheeky.” She commented with a playful roll of her eyes as she scooped out the insides of her own pumpkin, the weird goop covering her fingers.

He chuckled heartily as he watched her scoop out the insides of the pumpkin, a mixture of amusement and disgust on his face. He couldn't help but admire her determination to get down and dirty in the gross, pulpy mess.

"I can't help it, love.” He replied with a cocky grin. "Just comes with my charming personality."

She took a small bit of the pumpkin’s guts and seeds and playfully threw it in his direction.

He let out a loud, surprised gasp at her playful act. He hadn't expected her to throw the pumpkin gunk at him, and it caught him completely off guard. A look of disbelief was evident on his face, mixed with a hint of amusement. "Did you just-" He sputtered, unable to finish his sentence from surprise.

“I did, and I would do it again.” She stuck her tongue out playfully before resuming the scraping of inside the pumpkin as if she were doing it this whole time.

He stared at her for a moment, shock still evident on his face. Hs couldn't believe she had the audacity to throw pumpkin guts at him. But then his expression shifted, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Oh, that's it." He grabbed a handful of pumpkin guts off the table and threw it back at her with a playful laugh.

She let out a squeal before picking up a clump of her hair that was now covered. “Not the hair.” She whined.

He chuckled at her squeal, finding her reaction absolutely endearing. He tried to look sympathetic, but the hint of mischievousness was still present in his eyes. "Oh come on, it's just a little pumpkin guts."

He reached out and gently picked a clump of the pumpkin guts out of her hair. "I think it's an improvement, honestly. Really brings out your highlights."

She looked up from her hair to his face, her eyes narrowed in a cold glare.

He couldn't help but chuckle at the cold glare in her eyes. He loved seeing her riled up, even if it was just playfully. He took a step closer, the mischievous grin still present on his face. "Oh, don't look at me like that," he said, feigning innocence. "You started it."

“I didn’t get it in your hair.” She protested grumpily.

He just smirked, enjoying the way she pouted and protested. He loved seeing this grumpy, slightly bratty side of her. He took another step closer, closing the distance between the two of them. He reached out and gently tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, his touch almost tender.

"Trust me, love, if you had gotten it in my hair, we'd be having a different kind of conversation right now," he teased.

She had to suppress the smirk that threatened to pull at her lips, he was walking straight into her trap and didn’t even know it. She pouted as he spoke as she sneakily lifted up her hand with a bit of the inside of the pumpkin between her fingers, slipping it in between his lips and onto his tongue.

He opened his mouth to respond, fully confident in his banter, when he suddenly felt the cold, slimy sensation of pumpkin guts slide onto his tongue.

A look of surprise mixed with disgust flashed across his face as he sputtered, the bitter, cold flavor of the pumpkin guts hitting his taste buds. He immediately pulled back, a mixture of shock and annoyance in his expression. "What the-" He grumbled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "What was that for?"

“My hair!” She expressed dramatically.

He couldn’t help but roll his eyes at her melodramatic display. He knew she was trying to get a rise out of him, and damn it, it was working.

He reached up and ran a hand through his hair, trying to assess the damage. thankfully, not a lot of the pumpkin guts had gotten in his hair, but he was still slightly annoyed.

“Really? You’re gonna play the ‘my hair’ card?” He said, trying to sound frustrated, but failing to hide the hint of amusement in his voice.

She waved her pumpkin covered hair in his face. “Look at it!” She demanded playfully. “It’s all mushed together. Besides, pumpkin is edible, it’s not going to kill you.”

He grumbled, reluctantly admitting that she had a point. he couldn’t stay annoyed at her for too long, no matter how much he tried. He reached out and grabbed a handful of her pumpkin-filled hair, gently combing through it with his fingers to untangle it. “Fine, you got me.” He conceded, a playful glint in his eyes. “But next time, aim better.”

“I’ll aim for your nose next.” She smiled up at him innocently.

He chuckled at her innocent smile, finding her boldness endearing. He took a step closer, towering over her with a mischievous smirk. “If you get it in my nostrils, I’m pinning you against the wall.” He warned, a hint of challenge in his eyes.

She couldn’t help the little giggle that escaped her. He found her giggle adorable, and it only served to make his desire for her grow. He took another step closer, closing the distance between them even more.

He reached out and placed a finger under her chin, tilting her head up to look at him. “Be careful, love,” he teased, his voice low and sultry. “I can only hold back for so long.”

He could feel his desire for her ignite, his need to have her and be close to her growing with every passing second. He leaned closer, his face mere inches from hers, his breath hot against her skin.

"You really do like pushing my buttons, don't you?" he whispered, his voice a low, hungry rumble.

“A little bit.” She confirmed in a whisper as she brushed her lips over his.

He felt a thrill run through his body as her lips brushed against his. He was completely captivated by her in this moment, his need to kiss her and explore her body overwhelming.

Without warning, he cupped her face in his hands and claimed her lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. his tongue teased at the seam of her lips, seeking entry into her mouth.

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𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐳𝐞

• summary: reader takes james to a muggle cornmaze, where they end up getting lost

• a/n: i present to you, the halloween imagine for mr hottie 👏🏻

• contains: james potter x fem reader, established relationship, corn maze, scarecrows, and dramatic displays

• word count: 910

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James felt a mixture of confusion and excitement as he followed her through the corn maze, the endless maze of tall, towering stalks of corn seemed to stretch into infinity, the rustling leaves giving a whispering cadence to the gentle breeze that blew around them.

The air was filled with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty as he felt the towering leaves brush against his clothes and skin, the sound of their footsteps the only thing that seemed to echo in the eerie silence of the corn maze.

“I think this is the third time that we passed this.” She pointed out as she spotted a familiar scarecrow sticking out of the rows of corn.

He felt a wave of frustration wash over him as he realized she was right. For the third time, they had walked past that same scarecrow, its hay-filled head and straw hat greeting them as a mocking reminder of their predicament.

He felt a small sigh leave his lips as he paused, looking around at their surroundings, trying to find any recognizable landmarks, but all he saw was an endless array of corn stalks, their leaves rustling softly in the gentle breeze, creating a hushed, eerie backdrop to their growing frustration.

“This is so stupid.” She grumbled as she kicked a branch in the path. “Remind me again why you allowed this.”

He felt a mix playful irritation and amusement as he watched her kick the branch, her frustration evident in her voice and expression. He couldn’t help but chuckle softly at her quip. “Because you promised it would be fun.” He retorted, rolling his eyes playfully as he stepped closer to her.

“Fun, my ass. We’re lost.” She grumbled dramatically as she sat on the dirt path like a defeated toddler.

He felt his lips curve into a playful, affectionate smile as he watched her dramatically flop onto the ground like a pouting toddler. He couldn’t help but chuckle. “Come on, it’s not that bad. We’ll get out eventually.” He reassured, crouching down in front of her.

“We’ve been in maze for what… three hours?” She calculated grumpily. “I’m sure we’ve been forgotten about, left to starve and freeze amongst the corn.”

He felt a surge of affection as he watched her play up her misery, her dramatic streak on full display as she spoke. He couldn't help but smile. “Oh come on, you're exaggerating.” He teased before adding thoughtfully, “but... we may have been forgotten," he admitted with a hint of amusement.

She rolled her head back and let out a dramatic groan. “Left to die in my own frustration.”

A warm chuckle escaped his lips as she let out another dramatic groan, her frustration and misery on full display. He knew she was playing up her annoyance, and his heart swelled with affection as he looked at her dramatic, beautiful face.

He reached out, gently poking her nose with his finger. “You’re being a bit dramatic, you know? We're not going to die in here, and it's still light out.” He reminded her, suppressing another chuckle.

“But it will get dark.” She protested stubbornly. “It will get so dark that the gremlins will crawl out of the depths of the corn.”

He felt a small amused smirk tug at his lips as she warned about the impending darkness and the imaginary gremlins that would crawl out of the corn. He couldn't help but find her melodrama and silliness utterly adorable.

“They’ll eat us alive, feed off our misery and fear.” She declared with another dramatic groan before she looked over at him. “They’ll eat us alive, I say.”

He couldn't help but laugh out loud at her dramatic warning. He loved seeing this playful side of her, how she could twist and turn a simple corn maze into a horrifying fable of doom. "You know, with a bit more creativity, you could become a gothic author in the making.” He joked with a fond expression.

Now, she laughed. “As if. Me? Writing? I think you’re starting to lose your mind.”

He felt warmth and amusement bloom in his chest as he watched her laugh, her laugh was music to his ears. He reached out and poked her forehead playfully. "I suppose being trapped in a corny corn maze could easily drive someone mad."

She picked up a small rock and threw it at the scarecrow. “Stupid grinning bastard. Curse you and your straw head.”

He felt another chuckle rip from his throat, watching as she hurled the small rock at the scarecrow with a surprising amount of force. He couldn't deny that he found her dramatic display of annoyance absolutely endearing, and the sight of the scarecrow, with its smug grin and straw head, was just a bonus.

He shuffled closer to her, his eyes filled with amusement as he watched her continue her charade of frustration. "You know, that poor scarecrow doesn't deserve to be assaulted like that.” He teased, biting his lip to hold back another laugh.

She spotted a group walking through the maze and quickly scrambled to her feet to follow them. “Safety!” She cried dramatically.

He couldn't help but grin as he watched her dramatically scramble to her feet, her sudden realization of safety filling the air with a melodramatic sense of relief. He laughed softly, amused by her theatrics, and he followed her closely, making sure not to lose sight of the group she was pursuing.

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whilst i am here, let me show you my greatest accomplishment: being noticed by ben barnes twice in the same week. is anyone else going to one of his shows? ♡

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𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐤𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐨𝐯𝐚 - 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐄𝐱𝐢𝐭

• summary: when reader leaves suddenly, leaving aleksander wanting her more

• contains: aleksander morozova x fem reader, temptation, thoughts of sexual themes

• word count: 1.7k

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As the days passed and Y/N settled into life at the Little Palace, she found herself thinking about the Darkling more than she'd care to admit. It was the little things that stirred her interest - the way he carried himself with an air of confidence and power, the way his dark eyes seemed to always be watching her, the way he spoke to her with a mix of command and subtle charm. Despite her best efforts to keep her mind off him, she couldn’t ignore the growing attraction she felt towards him.

He too found himself drawn to her, intrigued by her resilience and her refusal to be intimidated by him. He found her boldness refreshing, a welcome change from the usual obedience and submission he was used to. His eyes followed her across the room, admiring her slim figure and her determined expression. He often found himself wondering what she was thinking, what was hiding behind those defiant eyes.

As time went on, the tension between them grew, the air thick with unspoken attraction. The Darkling found excuses to be around her, requesting her presence at meetings and asking for her opinions on different matters. She, meanwhile, tried to act indifferent, pretending not to notice the way his gaze lingered on her or the subtle touches he allowed himself to give her.

One evening, after a long day of training, Aleksander caught her alone in the Little Palace courtyard. She was sitting on a bench, staring up at the starry sky, lost in her thoughts. As he approached, he couldn’t help but admire the way the moonlight lit her up, giving her an almost ethereal glow.

"Y/N.” He said, his voice soft and low, his footsteps nearly silent on the cobblestone path. She looked up as he said her name, a hint of surprise in her eyes at his presence. He came to a stop in front of her, standing with his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze fixed on her face.

“General Kirigan.” She greeted, remaining in the same position minus the fact that she was now looking at him. Her hands remained on her lap.

He chuckled at the formality of her greeting, noticing the slight stiffness in her demeanor. He took a step closer, his towering figure casting a dark shadow over her in the dim light. "Still so formal.” He said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You know you can call me Aleksander when we’re alone, right?"

“I prefer the former.” She shrugged.

He smirked, her stubbornness only making her more endearing to him. He took another step closer, closing the distance between them even more, until he was standing mere inches in front of her. He tilted his head to the side, studying her face in the dim light, his gaze almost predatory.

"You’re a difficult one, aren’t you?" He said, his voice a low purr. "Most people would bow and scrape at my feet, desperate to please me. But not you. You refuse to bend, refuse to obey. It’s infuriating and yet… I find myself drawn to it."

Her lips quirked into the faintest smile, finding amusement at his words. “I always am one to do as I prefer, not what is expected.” She admitted as her face trailed back towards the sky.

He chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. He shifted even closer, towering over her, his figure blocking out the night sky completely. He reached out and gently grabbed her chin, tilting her head up so her eyes met his. His eyes, as dark as the night sky above, bore into hers, a mix of desire and hunger in his gaze.

"That's what makes you so interesting," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "And so… maddening."

“Yet, you’re here.” She pointed out casually, letting her chin rest in his hand, around his rough fingers.

His grip on her chin tightened ever so slightly, his fingers pressing into her skin possessively. His head dipped lower, bringing his face closer to hers. “Yes, I am," he said, his voice a low growl. "And you’re still here, aren’t you? Sitting here, challenging me with your stubborn demeanor and your fierce independence."

Another shrug came from her. “I guess I haven’t found my dramatic exit yet.”

He chuckled, the sound sending a wave of heat through her body. He allowed his thumb to ghost over her lips. “You will never leave me, little star," he said, his voice low and possessive. "I’ll make sure of that."

She pressed her lips against the pad of his finger, as if kissing it, leaving them resting there softly.

His eyes darkened as she pressed her lips against his finger. A shiver of desire ran down his spine, his body suddenly yearning for more of her touch. His gaze flicked to her lips, still resting against his skin, his throat going dry. “Teasing me, are you?" He asked, his voice a rasp. "Be careful now."

Her lips slowly parted, her eyes never leaving his. Her tongue slowly slipped out between the pink skin, tracing over his finger.

A low growl rumbled in the his chest as her tongue traced over his finger, the sensation shooting sparks of desire through him. His grip on her chin tightened, his eyes darkening with lust.

"You’re playing a dangerous game, little star.” He warned, his voice a low, rough whisper. "I can only take so much."

If she was listening, he didn’t know, as she only acted as if his words were never spoken. She leaned forward only an inch, taking his thumb into her mouth, closing her lips around it.

He sucked in a sharp breath as she took his thumb into her mouth, her lips closing around it. A jolt of pleasure shot through him, his body reacting involuntarily to her touch. He let out a low, guttural sound, his eyes fixed on her plump lips wrapped around his finger. “Y/N.” He growled, his voice a low rumble. "You’re asking for trouble."

Her cheeks hollowed slightly as she gave his thumb a soft suck, her eyes remaining locked on his and her hands remained on her lap.

His grip on her chin was bruising as he struggled to keep himself in control. The sight of her lips wrapped around his finger, the sensation of her tongue and the suction of her mouth was sending waves of pleasure through him. He was teetering on the edge of losing control, his restraint fraying with each passing second.

"You have no idea what you’re doing to me, do you?" He rasped, his voice thick with desire.

She smirked the moment she pulled away with a quiet popping sound. “We never did get to why you are out here…”

The loss of her touch was almost painful, the absence of her lips on his skin leaving a cold emptiness. It took him a moment to collect himself, his mind hazy with desire.

"Why am I out here?" He repeated, trying to recall his reason for being in the courtyard in the first place. He had completely lost track of time and space, his mind consumed by her and the way she had just teased him.

He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. "I was looking for you," he admitted, his voice still thick with lust.

“I guess you’ve succeeded then, but… why?”

He took a step back, trying to put some distance between them, to regain control over himself. He ran a hand through his hair, his gaze roaming over her face, still flushed and heated.

"I don’t know.” He said, his voice a rough whisper. "I just… needed to see you. To be near you."

A small smile formed on her lips, almost teasingly. “Regretting that decision now?”

Aleksander chuckled, the sound strained and raw. "Oh, you’re enjoying this, are you?" He said, his voice a mix of annoyance and amusement. "Watching me lose my composure like this."

He took another step closer to her, his eyes dark and intense. "But don’t think for a second I won’t get revenge for this, little star." He leaned down, bringing his lips close to her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "I’ll make you pay for this tease."

She motioned towards her hands, that have not moved once. “Tease? I’ve kept my hands to myself tonight, General Kirigan. Been a good little girl.” Her tone was mocking; mocking him.

He chuckled darkly at her defiant tone, his eyes narrowing. "A good little girl, are you?" he repeated, his voice dripping with mock sweetness.

He leaned in even closer, his body almost pressed against hers. "You may have kept your hands to yourself, but you've been tormenting me with your mouth, little star." His gaze flicked down to her lips, and his hand moved to her hip, pulling her up and closer to him.

“Hmm.” She hummed almost absentmindedly as she got to her feet. “I think it’s time to call it a night, sir.” She gave no reaction to being close to him, remaining stoic throughout the whole encounter.

His grip on her hip tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh. He didn’t want to let her go just yet, not when he was this worked up and on edge.

"Calling it a night, are we?" He said, his voice a low growl. "And what makes you think I want you to go back to your room just yet, little star?"

“It’s what I call a dramatic exit.” She winked, slowly removing his hands from her hips. “I think it’s time I’ve used it…” She started walking away backwards. “Do have a good night, and wonderful dreams.”

He watched her walk away, a mixture of frustration and irritation in his eyes. The sight of her walking away from him, so casually and calmly after she had just drove him to the edge of insanity, made his blood boil.

"Little star.” He called out, his voice a low warning. "You’ll pay for this, you know that, don’t you?"

She gave no response but a smile before turning and disappearing into the darkness of the night.

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𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨 - 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐞𝐰

• summary: during sex, billy wants to try some subtle knife play

• contains: billy russo x fem reader, sexual text, p in v, mention of safe word, knife play, dom vs sub, mentions of cum

• word count: 1.6k

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They were wrapped in each other's arms, their bodies moving together in a dance of intimacy and connection. Their lips moved in passionate kisses, the sound of their combined breaths filling the room. Billy ran his hands through her hair, his fingers tangled in her silky locks, as he kissed her more deeply, his tongue tracing a path of desire across her lips.

As the heat between them continued to build, Billy broke away from the kiss, his dark eyes meeting hers.

"Baby," he murmured, his voice filled with longing and a hint of something more. "I want to try something different tonight."

Her cheeks were flushed and her hair a knotted mess against the pillow, but despite all of that, Billy couldn’t have found her more beautiful. She was too lost in the pleasure to respond to his question with words, so instead she stuck to nodding, ensuring that he knew whatever it was, she was okay with it.

His lips curved into a sly smile, pleased with her response. This is exactly what he had desired, her complete trust in him to explore this new aspect of their intimacy together. Carefully, he positioned her on the bed with a firmer-than-gentle touch, wanting to emphasize his control in this moment.

His body looming over hers, he took a deep breath, his eyes dark and intent as he reached for the knife lying strategically on his nightstand. He held it delicately in his fingers, the gleam of light catching on the sharp edge of the blade.

Her eyes flickered down to the knife, taking in its beautiful handle and sharp, silver blade. She gulped as she looked back into his dark eyes, giving another nod as she realized what he wanted to exactly do.

He watched her reaction intently, making sure to notice any signs of fear or discomfort. He didn't see either, but to be sure, he spoke. "You sure you're okay with this? Tell me now if you're not because I promise I will stop. Immediately. You tell me to stop and I will. No questions asked, no hard feelings."

“I remember our safe word.” She whispered a bit breathlessly.

He smiled softly at the reminder of their safe word. The very word they established when they were first starting to explore their boundaries together years ago. He was pleased to know that she still remembered it after all this time. "Good. You remember it, and you'll use it if you need to, right?" He asked, looking for confirmation but not in a way that lacked control.

Another nod came from her as her body subconsciously squeezed around him, her walls clenching around him as he never pulled out, leaving her full.

"Mmm" He purred approvingly, his dark eyes glinting in the low light. Her body's subtle movements confirmed to him that she was as eager as he was, and in that moment, he felt a surge of raw, dominant energy. He placed the tip of the blade just below her jawline, lightly tracing a pathway down her neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

His movements were light, but there was a possessiveness to them that could not be mistaken. The edge of the knife never touched her skin, but its mere presence, paired with his intent eyes, created a delicious mix of fear and excitement that added to the intensity of the moment.

He continued to trace the knife along her skin, moving lower, to the base of her neck and then the curve of her collarbone. Feeling her body tense, he paused for a moment, watching her reaction carefully. When he saw no sign of distress, he continued, pressing the edge of the blade into the hollow above her collarbone - not enough to break skin, just enough to increase her arousal and leave her wanting.

A gasp fell from her lips, her hips arching against his, silently begging him to start thrusting into her, to add to the pleasure.

Her smirked at her desperate movement. He knew she wanted him to move, but Billy wasn't a man who rushed. In fact, he took pleasure in prolonging these sorts of moments; moments that left both him and her desperate and wanting more. He moved ever so slightly, but it was clearly not enough for her as she reacted by pressing her hips into his even more. He let out a low chuckle. "Not yet, babe."

His movements, though measured, soon became more purposeful. His hips, in tandem with the blade tracing her skin, moved in teasing, measured thrusts that were slow and deliberate. He moved in time with the edge of the knife as it continued its path over her collarbone, and then even lower, to the valley between her breasts.

With every gentle thrust and every light brush of the blade against her skin, he watched her reactions intently. Her gasps, twitches, and moans were like a symphony to his ears, adding fuel to the smoldering passion between them. The control he had over her was something he relished in, making every movement deliberate and calculated, designed to push her to the edge of both pleasure and uncertainty.

He continued his tantalizing pace, the knife moving lower now, tracing the curve of her stomach and then lower still, to the soft skin of her inner thighs. The cool metal of the blade contrasted sharply with the warmth of her skin, creating an intoxicating sensation that heightened her arousal even further.

His pace and movements were slow, methodical. Each thrust and drag of the blade was timed perfectly, building tension and adding to the delicious torment of not being quite enough. His dark eyes remained locked on hers, watching her every reaction, gauging how much and how little to give.

He continued this teasing rhythm for a bit longer, drawing sounds of pleasure and frustration from her, until he felt that he had pushed her to the brink. Then, and only then, did he increase the pace just slightly, just enough to give her a taste of the fulfilment her body craved.

“Billy… fuck.” She cried out, her legs wrapping around his torso to keep him close as her fingers gripped at the pillow by her head.

Her cries and her legs tightening around him were exactly what he had been waiting for. Feeling her cling to him, he rewarded her by increasing the pace and pressure of his movements, giving her just a bit more of what she was so obviously begging for.

The control he had over her, the power he held in that moment, was intoxicating. His dark eyes blazed with desire as he continued his relentless pace, watching as she surrendered herself fully to the mixture of pleasure and uncertainty that he had wrought in her.

Every sound, every movement she made fed into his growing arousal, his every sense focused on her and her alone. It felt almost primal, almost animalistic, this need to push her to the edge and then bring her back, pushing her again and again, finding a rhythm that was both teasing and tantalizing.

With every thrust and every brush of the cold blade against her skin, he maintained a control that was almost surgical in nature. Billy was a man who had mastered the art of teasing and controlling his partner's pleasure, and in this moment, it was on full display.

As she cried out again and tightly wrapped her legs around him, he could sense she was nearing that edge. Each thrust and each sweep of the knife became more intense, driving her closer and closer to the release she so desperately craved.

Billy continued the relentless pace, keeping her on that razor-sharp edge of pleasure and pain, until finally, he knew she could hold on no longer. With one last, deep thrust and a light press of the knife against her soft skin, he pushed her over the edge, watching as her body shook with the intensity of her release.

Her sounds of pleasure and release echoed in his ears, mixing with the symphony of their combined breathing and moans. He watched her for a few moments, relishing in the sight of her pleasure. It was a moment of quiet dominance, of ownership, that left a deep sense of satisfaction within him. With a small jerk, he filled her with a guttural groan.

Gradually, he slowed his movements, allowing both of them to come down from the high they had reached together. His breathing was still heavy, but he felt calm, in control, as he continued to watch her reactions, ensuring she was okay and enjoying every moment with him.

Once he felt her breathing begin to return to normal, he carefully removed himself from their embrace and laid neben her on the bed, setting the knife aside. With a tender hand, he brushed away the matted strands of hair from her face, his heart swelling with affection and a strange mix of satisfaction and possessiveness.

"You okay?" He asked, his voice soft but still carrying a hint of authority. His fingers delicately traced along the path the knife took along her skin, as if to check if he hadn't left any marks. It was his way of showing care, mixed with the possessiveness that he felt at that moment.

“Feeling perfect.” She whispered in confirmation, a tired smile forming on her lips as she turned to her side to nuzzle closer.

Her response, paired with her soft smile and her nuzzling closer to him, brought a deep sense of satisfaction and contentment. Billy gently wrapped his arms around her, pulling her even closer to him, feeling the warmth of her body against his.

He laid there quietly for a moment, just holding her, feeling the steady rhythm of her breathing against his chest. In that moment, everything seemed peaceful and perfect. With a gentle stroke of her hair and a light kiss to the top of her head, he tightened his embrace around her, relishing in the feeling of having her so close.

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𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧 - 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐬

• summary: reader forces remus to do a couples costume for a halloween party.

• a/n: okay but remus as beast boy??? also, almost forgot to post today whoops. but starting on nov first, i’m going to slow my posting down due to holidays approaching and i have a trip i need to plan for.

• contains: remus lupin x fem reader, established relationship, fluff, couple costumes, modern au so the costumes will make sense lol

• word count: 1.1k

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October, the best month of the year for parties in the Gryffindor common room with Halloween right around the corner. Originally this party idea came straight from Sirius and James, and must to Remus’ dislike, she was forcing him into a couples costume.

Now, she tried to keep it simple… at least on his part. Beast Boy and Raven. He wouldn’t need much, just a pair of Sirius’ black jeans that barely fit him, James’ black hoodie with a purple t-shirt thrown over it. But the worst part was trying to get his face painted an olive green color, and spray his hair with some temporary color.

That leads them to now. She already did her makeup and placed the short purple wig perfectly on her head. She wasn’t fully dressed yet, just wearing her fishnet stockings with some random articles of clothing over it until she was ready to put on the rest of her costume. She held Remus’ chin as he sat, brushing some of the color evenly over his face.

Remus sat there, clearly unhappy with the whole situation. He felt absolutely ridiculous and was sure that he looked so dumb with green paint all over his face. James and Sirius were standing nearby, giggling and commenting on how ridiculous he looked, and Remus wasn’t having it. He sighed heavily and shut his eyes as she held his chin. "Did you have to choose Beast Boy?" He whined, slightly grumpy.

“I thought it was fitting.” She teased, a small hint of a smile on her face. “It could’ve been a lot worse.”

"It could have been a lot better too." He continued to whine and complain. His green face was a clear example of how disgruntled he felt, though he was secretly glad to be matched with Raven. The choice could have indeed been worse, but it was still far from his favorite option.

“Oh, shush… and stop moving, I’m almost done.” She grumbled as she continued to spread the green color onto his cheeks.

He grudgingly complied, ceasing his fidgeting and letting her work. He knew that no amount of whining or complaining would be able to change her mind, and he wasn’t really going to protest against her. His eyes scanned her fishnet stockings, admiring the outfit she had chosen.

“Stop being so grumpy, you’re not the only green haired man tonight… look at James.” She commented as Lily was currently spraying James’ messy trenches a brighter shade of green for their matching costumes of Cosmo and Wanda.

He couldn’t help but let out an amused chuckle at the sight of James, looking all goofy with bright green hair. "Alright, I suppose it could be worse.” He admitted, finally complying and allowing her to continue painting his face.

“Or you could’ve been Sirius and be barnacle man.” She mused.

Remus grimaced at the thought, shuddering slightly. "Alright, alright, I concede. Beast Boy isn't so bad after all. I'll stop being grumpy, I promise." He chuckled lightly, finally giving in to the whole costume theme.

“Thank you.” She cooed before pecking his lips quickly once she finished.

He smiled softly as she pecked his lips, feeling his annoyance melt away at her light touch. Though he wasn't entirely on board with the costume idea, the simple peck made him realize he just wanted to have a fun night with her and the rest of their friends.

“I’m going to go get dressed, and I swear for the life of me… do not, and I mean do not, mess your look up.”

He rolled his eyes, pretending to be annoyed. "I wasn't going to." He replied with a hint of feigned indignation. "I'll be right here when you get back, just go and get ready." He waved his hand in the air, shooing her away.

She walked towards the bathroom, but not going in without a look that screamed ‘I’m watching you.’

He couldn't help but chuckle at her disapproving look, knowing she was keeping an eye on him. Once she disappeared into the bathroom, Remus shook his head with a small smile. He took one look at himself in the mirror and made a face, still somewhat unsatisfied with his appearance.

“Hey, Prongs, do you think I look stupid?” Remus asked, suddenly concerned about his costume. James looked up from his own green-colored hair and let out a small chuckle. “You look okay, Moony. Just embrace your inner beast.” He responded jokingly, teasingly patting Remus on the head.

James’ cheeky grin did little to alleviate Remus’ concern about his appearance.

But Sirius, ever the prankster, couldn’t resist joining in on the fun. He approached Remus playfully and looked him up and down, pretending to scrutinize his appearance very seriously, with a hint of mocking amusement evident.

“You look like a frog, Moony. A green, frogish beast with no fashion sense,” Sirius declared dramatically, shaking his head in mock disappointment.

Remus glared at Sirius before retorting, "Very funny, Padfoot. Thank you for your valuable input."

"Well, you did ask." Sirius grinned wickedly, pretending to be quite pleased with himself.

James, not wanting to be left out of the fun, chimed in with a grin. "I think you look like a broccoli." He teased, unable to resist adding to the banter.

She exited the bathroom then fully dressed, her look complete with a black bodysuit over her fishnet stockings with a belt loosely around her waist, topped with a velvet feeling cape.

Remus' gaze fixed on her, and his breath hitched in his chest as he took in her costume. The black bodysuit and fishnet leggings showed off her curves, and the cape gave her an air of mystery. He swallowed thickly, his eyes wide with appreciation for her stunning look.

The playful banter between the boys ceased as they all turned to look at her, their words momentarily suspended in surprise and admiration. James cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "Wow.” He murmured, his gaze fixed on her.

Sirius let out a low whistle, his eyes scanning her from head to toe. "I don't know whether to be impressed or jealous." He chimed in, his usual playfulness laced with genuine intrigue.

Remus couldn't take his eyes off her, still in slight awe of how she managed to look so stunning and mysterious simultaneously. Though the initial skepticism about the costume idea had dissolved, he couldn't deny that she was truly rocking the whole Raven look.

"You look...incredible." He finally found his voice, breaking the silence that had enveloped the group. He felt his lips curving into a smile, unable to tear his eyes away from her.

Sirius, unable to resist a bit of comic relief, suddenly chimed in. With a playful grin, he tapped his knee-length socks and adjusted his eye mask. "Alright, Raven, you might be the mysterious, broody one tonight, but can we talk about how ridiculous I look?" He joked, his tone laced with faux indignity.

Everyone laughed as she gave a sympathetic pat to the side of Sirius’ head.

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𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 - 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐃𝐨𝐠

• summary: sirius has a bad habit of flirting with others, especially in front of his girlfriend. has she finally had enough?

• contains: sirius black x fem reader, established relationship, flirting with others, angst

• word count: 850

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Sirius had been dating his girlfriend for a year by now, and it was a pretty steady relationship. They argued like any other couple, but overall things were good between them.

But Sirius had a habit of being overly flirtatious with other girls, even though he never did anything physically. Sometimes his comments would be a bit over the line, and it would irritate her to no end.

He was in the common room, lounging on the couch with his legs propped up on the table. A couple of their friends were sitting around him, chatting amongst themselves.

He was idly watching the other students in the room, his eyes casually scanning the scene when he spotted a group of girls laughing and giggling together.

His girlfriend sat beside him, curled up on the couch reading the latest copy of the Daily Prophet. She didn’t notice his eyes going astray, her own eyes too focused upon the paragraph she was reading.

He continued watching the girls, his eyes lingering on the curves of their bodies and the way their hair fell across their shoulders. He couldn’t help but admire them, even though he knew he shouldn’t.

One of the girls suddenly caught his gaze, and smiled at him, fluttering her lashes coyly. He felt a thrill of excitement at the attention, and couldn’t help but smirk back.

His girlfriend glanced over at him through the corner of her eye with furrowed brows, questioning what had caught his attention. But once she saw what, or rather who, she frowned.

He didn’t notice the look she was giving him, his eyes still glued to the girl across the room. The girl was giggling now, her friends shooting knowing glances in his direction. He could feel his ego swelling at the attention, thriving on the looks and the obvious attraction.

Slowly, she closed the paper quietly to ensure she didn’t capture his attention. Her hands began to roll the paper up as her gaze never left his face.

He was still focused on the other girls across the room, completely oblivious to the paper in her hands. He was feeling quite smug now, knowing that he was the object of the girls’ admiration.

He shot them a cocky grin, his eyes smoldering with confidence. He felt invincible, untouchable, knowing fully well that he had the charm to make any girl swoon.

But before he could fully register any of it, she smacked him on the top of his head with the paper, a frown on her lips.

He was snapped out of his self-satisfied haze by the sudden smack on the top of his head. He let out a surprised yelp, whipping his head around to look at her with wide eyes. “Ow!” He exclaimed, rubbing the top of his head with a grimace. “What the hell was that for, love?”

“Bad dog.”

He groaned, rolling his eyes at her comment. He knew exactly what she was referring to. “I was just looking,” he muttered defensively. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You were flirting.” Her frown grew more.

He sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. He knew he was busted. “It’s just harmless flirting.” He tried to justify himself. “It doesn’t mean anything, I swear.”

James and Remus, who had been paying attention to the exchange between them, couldn’t help but chime in. “You know, padfoot,” James piped up, a small smirk on his face. “Harmless flirting is still flirting.”

“Yeah, mate,” Remus added, an amused look on his face. “Just because you say it’s harmless doesn’t make it any less disrespectful to your girlfriend here.”

She was still frowning as she stood up from the couch, looking a bit defeated.

The look on her face sent a pang of guilt through Sirius’ heart. He hated seeing her look so dejected, and knew he was responsible for causing it.

He stood up from the couch, reaching out to grab her wrist before she could walk away. “Wait, love, I’m sorry,” he said, his voice pleading. “Please, don’t go.”

She shook her head slowly, pulling away. “I’m going to bed.”

He watched as she walked away, a feeling of frustration and helplessness washing over him. He knew he had messed up, and he hated himself for it.

He slumped back onto the couch, letting out a deep sigh. James and Remus looked at him, their expressions a mixture of sympathy and disappointment.

“Smooth move, mate.” James quipped, shaking his head.

Remus just sighed, looking sympathetic. “You know she doesn’t like it when you flirt with other girls.”

“I know, I know,” he grumbled, running his hands through his hair in frustration. “I just… can’t help it sometimes, you know? The attention, the looks, it’s just so bloody hard to resist. But I know it upsets her, and I hate that. I just wish I could control myself better.”

Remus chuckled softly, shaking his head at something. “You know she called you a ‘bad dog,’ right?” He teased.

Sirius groaned again, burying his face in his hands. “Don’t remind me,” he muttered.

“You know, it’s actually quite fitting,” James piped up, a sly smirk on his face. “All considering.”

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𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬

• summary: i’ll let you figure that one out yourself ;)

• contains: james potter x fem reader, oral (f receiving), sexual content 18+

• word count: 488

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James didn’t break his gaze away from her eyes as he began to move his head in between her legs, the look in his eyes screaming that he wasn’t going to wait for her to put him there herself.

Once his breath was felt over her aching middle, he silently licked his lips and slowly inched closer. His soft and wet tongue teasingly running along her inner thigh in a slow, gentle pattern.

His tongue slowly and patiently ran up, inching towards the heat of her core, so close to the destination that he could practically taste her already.

He felt her tense up, and heard her small gasp from above him. He knew how close he was, and he wasn’t going to stop until she felt apart right against his mouth.

His tongue carefully started to move again, his teasing swipes getting even more slower the closer he got to her core until he finally felt her arousal on his tastebuds.

He let out a deep groan when he finally got to taste her, and oh merlin above, she tasted better than he could ever imagine.

He felt her hand tangle in his messy locks as she whimpered, yet that only urged his movements. He was determined to push her to the edge of pleasure and bliss with just his mouth.

He didn’t care how long it took, how patient he might have needed to be. He was going to take her over that edge.

He continued his movements, his tongue moving relentlessly against her, loving the way that her taste and her scent invaded all of his senses. He could only think about her; how hot she felt, how gorgeous she was, how much his body was aching for her.

His movements became desperate, wanting to drink and taste every single drop of her.

When she started to grind against his face, he couldn’t stop the loud groan that left his throat, her delicious taste sending a jolt of pure ecstasy through his entire body.

James would admit that he was a hungry man who was finally being fed, only craving more as he went on.

He slowly entered his middle finger inside of her when he felt her nearing the edge, his lips and tongue not backing away. This was going to be his death, dying right between her thighs, and he didn’t even care.

Her sudden cry of pleasure sent a jolt of pure desire and lust through him as he growled against her, the vibrations of it adding to the intense and raw pleasure they both felt. Her hands gripped at the headboard, looking for any stability as she screamed out his name in a prayer.

Her legs began to shake around him, his hand and face now soaked in her sweet nectar. He didn’t relent, he wanted to continue until she had no energy left. He could go until she passed out.

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real question… is anyone going to see ben barnes in dc??? i’m going alone and i’m nervous. just purchased vip though!!! 🤍😬

[lupinsversion]

𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐤𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐨𝐯𝐚 - 𝐅𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

• summary: reader arrives to the little palace for the first time and has a brief encounter with aleksander where she grows more confident with her words.

• a/n: ahhhh i’m seeing ben in january, so what better way to celebrate than with a ben character!!!

• contains: aleksander morozova x fem reader, a bit of fear, confidence

• word count: 1.5k

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It was a cold winter day, a light snowfall falling outside, as the Little Palace buzzed with activity. Servants scurried about, fulfilling their duties, while the grisha went about their training and routines. It was then that a small, covered carriage pulled up to the front of the palace, the sound catching the attention of one of the palace guards.

After a few minutes, two heavily armed guards escorted a young woman, bundled up a thick coat and cloak, up the front steps towards the main entrance.

As she walked, she looked around herself in awe, her eyes wide in slight shock and trepidation. The palace was massive and impressive, and she couldn’t help but feel a little intimidated by its size grandeur. But her steps were steady and unhesitant, her jaw set in determination as she followed the armed guards up the stairs. She clutched the strap of her travel satchel tightly with gloved hands, the only indication of her inner nerves.

The guards pulled open the large, heavy doors, allowing her step into the foyer. The inside of the palace was even more impressive than the outside, with its high ceilings, gleaming polished stone floors, and intricate stone carvings. The main hallway stretched far in both directions, lined with elaborate arched windows, and numerous grisha scurried past, their bright keftas like colorful bursts through the corridors.

She stood there for a moment, taking it all in, until the guard behind her cleared his throat, breaking her out of her daze. She jumped, turning to look at him. "This way," he said, gesturing towards a large opening to the left, where the Darkling - a man dressed all in black and standing in the center of the room- stood waiting for her.

Her head slowly turned towards where he motioned and she only felt her heart speed up its pace. Now usually, she wasn’t some scared girl, she was use to holding her own and even being a bit bitch-y, but that tall figure intimidated her in a way she had never felt before.

The Darkling's eyes were locked on her as she made her way towards him, the guards trailing behind. He took in her figure, wrapped up in her thick cloak and hood. His expression was stoic and unreadable, his arms resting at his sides, his hands enclosed in tight, black leather gloves. He studied her like a predator would its prey, his gaze cold and intense, but somehow intrigued at the same time.

As she closed the distance between them, he took a step forward, his towering presence only adding to her intimidated awe. He was tall and imposing, his black kefta and raven hair giving him an air of darkness and mystery. He stared down at her, his eyes seemingly burrowing into her soul, reading every thought and feeling that flickered through her mind.

"You must be the new Summoner.” He said in a cold, authoritative voice, his gaze firmly locked on her. "Welcome to the Little Palace."

It didn’t feel like a welcome, but she couldn’t bring herself to point that out. “Thank you, sir.” Her voice was calculated, remaining polite.

He raised a brow minutely at her polite response, his eyes flickering with a hint of curiosity. He studied her for a moment, his gaze still intense and unwavering, as if searching for something.

"What is your name?" He asked, his voice soft but commanding, the hint of an accent present in his speech.

“Y/F/N” She answered.

The corners of his lips twitched, the slightest hint of a smirk. He repeated her name, her name rolling off his tongue with a hint of intrigue. "An unlikely name for a summoner, don’t you think?"

“I guess you can say that.” She answered a bit too quickly for her own liking.

His smirk deepened, sensing her nervousness and unease. His eyes flickered over her once more, taking note of every small movement and gesture. "You seem a bit uneasy.” He commented, his voice soft but sharp. "Why is that? Are you intimidated by me?"

“You try being dragged from your own home and brought here, then you can tell me how you would feel.” She shot back without even thinking her words through.

He chuckled darkly, clearly amused by her response. "Oh, you're feisty.” He said, taking another step closer to her. "I like that."

He studied her with renewed interest, his eyes sweeping over her frame, her wide, frightened eyes, her clenched jaw.

"You're a lot more interesting than the other summoners we've brought in recently.” He continued, his voice dropping to a low, almost sultry tone. "There's something about you... I can't quite put my finger on it."

“I wouldn’t go searching for something that doesn’t want to be found, it never does one any good.” She replied, adjusting the strap of her satchel.

He chuckled again, his smirk widening into a slight grin. He was clearly enjoying having a conversation with someone who wasn't afraid to speak their mind, even if she was afraid of him. He found it a refreshing change.

"You have some spirit.” He admitted, his eyes never leaving hers. "And a unique way of speaking your mind, I’ll admit. But I'm willing to go searching if only to find that which interests me - and you, dear summoner, are very interesting indeed."

“I’m afraid there isn’t much to be found, it would be a waste of time indeed.”

He raised a brow, clearly not convinced. "Oh, I beg to differ," he said, taking another step closer, closing the space between them. "Most people I meet are as simple as the rocks on the ground. They have nothing to offer, and nothing to hide. But you... you, my little summoner, are different. You have something special, something hidden - something I can see in your eyes."

He raised a hand, reaching out to gently cup her chin in his fingers, tilting her head up a little so he could look her in the eyes. "There's a fire in your gaze, a determined spark, that tells me there's more to you than meets the eye.” He continued, his voice low and silky.

She slowly tilted her head, bring her chin out of his hold as she bit down on her bottom lip. “As that may be true, some things are meant to remain hidden. Wouldn’t you agree?”

He chuckled again, amused by her stubbornness and resilience to give him answers. He lowered his hand, letting it fall to his sides once more. "Ah, you just keep getting more interesting by the minute."

His gaze raked over her face, studying her expressions and reactions as she bit down on her bottom lip. "And yes, some things are meant to remain hidden," he murmured, his voice soft and low. "But that doesn’t stop me from being curious about what lies beneath the surface."

He took a step back, creating a small space between them once more. He studied her silently for a moment, his eyes still fixated on her with an intense look. "But for now," he finally said, breaking the silence, "I suppose I won’t pry. I'll let you keep your secrets for now."

“I think that’s a rather wise choice.” Her voice and thoughts gaining more confidence as time went on.

The Darkling let out a soft chuckle, his eyes still locked with hers. "You are rather difficult, you know that?" He said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Most summoners would be trembling in fear, stuttering over their words, trying to say whatever they think would please me the most. But not you."

“I’m not here to please anyone, especially not you.” She spoke without missing a single beat.

His smirk widened, a flicker of approval in his gaze. "Careful with that tongue, little summoner.” He replied, his tone dropping to a dangerous whisper. "You may find yourself in trouble if you continue to push my buttons."

As he finished speaking, one of the guards cleared his throat loudly behind her. "Sir, the servants are requesting further instruction regarding the new summoner.” The guard said, speaking up for the first time. The Darkling’s gaze left her face, moving to the guard. He considered for a moment, his expression once again unreadable. After a moment, he spoke.

"See to it that someone shows her to her quarters and that everything she needs is provided," he commanded, his voice cool and authoritative.

He looked back at her, his gaze lingering on her for another moment, before he spoke again. "Someone will be along in a few minutes to take you to your room," he said, his voice still cold but with a hint of something softer. "You will be shown your schedule and instructed on all the rules and expectations you're to follow. I suggest you pay attention when they’re explained to you."

“I don’t need advice, thanks.” She turned to follow the guard out of the room without as much as another word or look.

He watched her go, his gaze lingering on her small, retreating figure as she followed the guard out of the room. He couldn’t help but smirk at her defiant reply, finding amusement in her stubbornness.

"Feisty little thing," he murmured to himself, shaking his head in slight disbelief. "This is going to be interesting..."

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