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Desperate Measures | Remus Lupin x Reader

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Summary: (Part 1: Desperate Times) After your break-up Remus doesn't know what to do with himself, but when he finally gets to see you again he promises himself to make it up to you by any means he can

Content Warnings/Tags: fluff, small amount of angst, big amount of smut, minord dni, 18+, unedited writing, still not sure if smut is my strong suit but won't stop me from trying

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: A lot has happened while I took a break from writing for a little while but it basically comes down to the fact that I still struggle with my mental health on a daily basis and writing isn't always my priority. While I do not plan to stop writing any time soon, the intervals of them will probably continue to stay longer. So thank you to everyone who has the patience to wait. Anyway, today is my birthday, so this is my small gift to all of you for the occasion xx

His friends didn't dare say anything, no, they could see how he was doing, they didn't need to ask. So they let him sulk, and it's not like they hadn't tried to cheer him up, but there was nothing that seemed to work. Not the speech from James, not the distractions Sirius tried, and not even the chocolate muffins Peter swiped from the kitchen could get a smile on his face. Just letting him wait it out seemed like the best option. But as time continued to pass and Remus continued to sulk, they realised a more hands-on approach was needed.

They weren't sure if talking to you would go over well, so they decided to test the waters by talking to your friends.

"What do you want Potter" Lily glared at James as he sat down next to her.

"Don't you think it's time she apologizes"

Now see, all of them were used to the incredulous looks Lily would give James, but this one beat the record.

"What in the seven hells are you on about"

"Remus has suffered enough, he hasn't left the dorm in nearly a week."

"So?"

"So. Whatever fight they had she clearly seems fine" he gestured over to where you were sitting a little further away, breaking your pastry up into small bits to eat as you laughed with Marlene over some joke he couldn't hear.

"Don't you think she should apologise to him by now, they always make up eventually"

Lily dropped the exasperated expression as her face turned to stone while she spoke her next words.

"Yes, James, she seems fine. I found her crying her eyes out on the bathroom floor. Just because she is coping better than Remus doesn't entitle him to anything. "

James's overconfident demeanour dropped slightly. He had been worried about his friend all this time, he hadn't stopped to look at how it affected you. But when paying closer attention he could see Lily was right, there were bags under your eyes and they were still a little red, you must have cried even more after the night Lily was talking about.

"You know I care for her as well, but Remus is being stubborn, he won't even talk to us, won't even tell us what happened, we just thought that if she saw the state he is in, she'd maybe forgive him, get through to him"

"There is nothing to get through about. He broke up with her, now he's suffering the consequences, good riddance if you ask me"

Now it was James' turn to look startled

"Hang on a second. They broke up?" Lily copied his expression

"Yes they broke up, what did you idiots think was going on"

"We figured they fought, they fight sometimes but they always make up" Lily started shaking her head as she answered him.

"Not this time, he broke her heart, James. Even if he did regret it, I'm not sure she'd forgive him, and I don't think she should either"

Taking a last look at you, James bolted from the table. All this time they had simply assumed he was irritable because of a fight, but you had broken up. Not only that, it was Remus that had broken up with you. No, this would surely not do, not if they could help it.

Over the next few days, they came up with a plan to, in the easiest of terms, get Remus to beg for forgiveness. It all started with the party

"I'm really not in the mood Sirius" Remus was stretching time the most he could, but Sirius wasn't letting up.

"You've been cooked up in that bed for nearly two weeks now, people are starting to wonder if we've killed you with one of our pranks. Besides, if nothing else there'll be liquor, liquor solves everything"

Normally Remus would have argued, but strangely enough, this time Sirius had a point. But Sirius had a mission too. Yes, he was following the plan step by step. He had talked to Marlene, who had promised to get you to the party as well, which was probably a much easier task than he had been left with, seeing how after last week you had decided it was no use sitting around moping any longer.

He dragged Remus down to the party going on in the Gryffindor common room, poured him a glass of the strongest thing he could find, and got him settled on the couch. For a moment he debated getting Remus to dance, but that might have been a bit too ambitious. Either way, Remus was here now, Sirius's part was done.

Remus saw you standing on the other side of the room, and either you hadn't noticed him yet or you were simply ignoring him, but you seemed to be in your own world. And he was fine with looking at you from where he was, after all, that's the fate he had resigned himself to. He was fine with watching you because you seemed like you were enjoying yourself.

But it didn't take long for his so-called plan to crumble down like a poorly constructed house of cards. Because he saw someone walk up to you, he saw someone get close to you, someone who wasn't supposed to.

What was Evan Rosier doing at a Gryffindor party? But he didn't have much time to think about it, because he saw Evan walk up from behind you, and at first you seemed startled, but when you turned around to face him you seemed to light up. You pushed up on your toes to hug him and Remus's stomach started to twist. Not in the way it always used to when it came to you. His insides used to do somersaults every time he got a smile out of you. No matter how sour of a mood he was in, it would light him up.

His friends used to poke fun at him for it, but they soon realized you were the only thing that would cheer him up when their usual methods had run out, and they surrendered to the spell you seemed to have him under.

But this was nothing like that. Evan secured his arms around you and you let him, why did you let him? He knew he had been avoiding you, but he couldn't have missed this much. He sat there and watched, his body seemed to have turned to stone as if you had been Medusa herself. His eyes he couldn't keep off you, it was only when Evan pulled back that he thought the nausea that had bubbled up in his stomach would disappear, but he couldn't have been more wrong. Because the moment he did, Evan took off his jacket, and put it around you. The green colour of it engulfed you and Remus was filled with it just the same.

He felt as if he wasn't in control of his own body as he stood up from the couch, walking in your direction. He wasn't even sure what he would say, what he would do, but he could no longer sit and watch idly. So when Remus reached you he did the only thing that made sense to him, he pulled you in and kissed you. He kissed you like he had thought about doing every minute for the last few weeks. He had wondered if your lips were still as soft as they used to be, what a stupid question, he thought now, of course they were.

For just a second his life is back the way it should be, you're kissing him as if it's pure muscle memory, and perhaps it is because only a moment later you seem to come to your senses and pull away. But you're still looking at him, and your eyes have him just as Enchanted as the first time he saw you. He recognizes a small sparkle in them and promises himself to make it ablaze again.

"Can we talk, please" He is ready to get down on his knees and beg you, because he doesn't know if he can stand being without you anymore. He would drop to the floor and grovel for your forgiveness if that was what it took, but of course, you don't make him. Even before he's always been ready to tear his heart from his chest and give it to you the moment you requested so. He would watch it continue to beat as he ripped it out because by now it was entirely yours anyway, it wouldn't stop as long as you were near, wouldn't dare let you down.

You nod your head to the stairs leading up to the dorms and he walks with you until you're in the dorm, the door shutting behind you. He wants to push you up against the door and trail kisses down your neck like he used to, but he can tell you have something to say, so he sits down on the foot of your bed, trying not to fidget with his hands too much.

"You really hurt me Remus" The way your eyebrows slightly pinch together and the slight pout on your face makes him once again regret every single word he uttered that night. He's trying to think of what to say, how to continue. Because he's gotten this far and he's determined not to mess up again. But what is there to say, what can he say other than the fact that he's sorry, which seems like too much of an understatement for the situation he created.

"I know" is all he can come up with, and it's true, he spent so much time thinking about what he had done and how it had hurt you.

"I don't know if I'm ready to just move on as if nothing happened"

"I know" Remus wants to smack his own head for his response. This was his one chance to make it right and he couldn't even form a coherent thought.

"I'm sorry" is all he can say next, and he wants to smack himself again for the oversimplification. But you look at him as if it's enough, as if you know the weight those words truly hold behind them. He wouldn't be surprised if you could see right into his mind, you've always been able to read him so well.

"Please let me make it up to you, I promise I will" You look at him again, and walk closer to where he is sitting.

"How exactly do you propose to do that?" Your tone has shifted, and he's still nervous, but no longer for the same reason. It's the kind of nervous jitters he still gets when he's close to you, the kind that makes him want to pin you down underneath him and spend eternity looking at you. Except this time he's not sure what to do. He usually knows exactly what you want, has got your body memorised like a map that leads to treasure. But now he needs to tread more lightly, not taking any chance of having read it wrong.

But you walk towards him until you've slotted yourself between his open legs, and he knows it is all going to be okay, because you start to softly move your hands through his hair in a way that makes his head spin, and he grounds himself by pulling you closer, hugging his face to your stomach. He lets himself enjoy it for a few seconds before he remembers the promise he just made.

He starts to leave small kisses going up your torso, and ghosts his fingers over the back of your thighs as you're still standing in front of him. He holds your body closer to his and hears a small moan leave your mouth. And it's only softly, but he hears it, and it’s his sign not to stop.

His hands move with a mind of their own, trailing further up until he reaches under your skirt, finding the soft flesh of your ass and giving it a gentle squeeze before he retracts one of his hands to slap it. And now he’s sure, because the sound that leaves you is no longer hesitant, it's pleading. He grabs onto your legs and flips you over onto the bed behind him, your head hitting the pillow as he hovers over you.

You move to kiss him, and he doesn't dare refuse. It’s different from earlier, more desperate. Not only his but your emotions showing through it, it's harsh, too much teeth, too forceful, but he can't find it in himself to mind. He kisses you back with just as much passion, and while he could spend eternity like this, he had something else in mind for now. So he moves his lips down your neck, and you arch into him immediately, giving him better access to the spot he’s looking for.

“Remus please” he doesn't need to be told twice, not today at least. His hands inch up underneath your shirt, delicately moving it up your body until it reaches your head, and you don’t hesitate to shrug it off and throw it off the bed. He’s enthralled for a moment, the sight before his eyes so familiar yet so captivating.

He makes quick work of his own shirt and moves back to leave open-mouth kisses down your chest as his hands once again travel down. But he doesn't make you wait long, because it’s followed by him moving your underwear to the side, sliding his fingers over your folds, feeling how wet you already are for him. His mouth is still busy on your chest, reacting to the sounds you make as he’s sucking bruises into your skin. With his free hand he tugs down your bra, finally giving him full access to your chest. The moment his mouth grazes over your nipple you moan out his name and he starts circling your clit before inserting two of his fingers into you. Your body immediately remembers the feeling and he can feel you already starting to clench around him, but he’s not about to question it. He’s still using his thumb to trace patterns onto your clit as he moves his fingers in and out of you, searching for the spot he knows will make you see the stars. He curls them once again and from the sounds leaving you he knows he’s found it, relentlessly hitting it as if it's his only goal in life, and right now it is.

It doesn't take much longer until you’re panting and writhing underneath him, and he has to use his free hand to pin your hips down on the mattress. As moans and whispers of his name continue to stream from you he wonders how he ever thought he could make peace with never hearing you say his name again, but he doesn't dwell on it for long as he feels you spasming around his fingers, clenching as if your body is trying to keep him there. He coaxes you through it until your breathing turns back to normal and he pulls his fingers out, hovering back over you as he cleans them off with his mouth, humming at the taste.

You’re starting to come back down from your haze and he can feel your hands travelling over his body before one of them drags over the bulge in his trousers. The friction makes him close his eyes and sighs, dropping his head in the crook of your neck. You’re trying to undo his belt when he snaps back to reality, catching your hands in his own as he stops you.

“What’s wrong?” The concern in your voice makes him want to soothe away any worries you might be carrying, and he’s quick to tell you.

“Nothing’s wrong darling, I’m just not finished apologizing yet.” It’s not that he doesn't want to feel your hands on him, pumping him as he loses his composure, but he’s already painfully hard from making you cum on his fingers, and he wasn't finished.

And so with a final kiss to your lips he shifts back down your body until he's face to face with your pussy. You’re fidgeting underneath him and he uses his hands to lock your legs in place, holding them open so he can do exactly as he wants. He starts by tickling your inner thighs with kisses, enjoying the feeling of your skin against his. Normally he would take his time, get you desperate underneath him, but he’s the desperate one now, so he doesn't waste any more time. His tongue flattens out over your entrance and a whine of his name leaves your mouth, followed by more moans that make him rut into the mattress, seeking for some friction of his own.

He distracts himself by massaging the fat of your thighs, trailing over the stretch marks he adores. You're rutting your hips into his mouth and when your hand finds purchase in his hair, tugging on it as his tongue enters your folds, he no longer tries to hold back. His attack on you is so sweetly malicious, your taste intoxicating hum further than any liquor could, he grinds down and moans into you. The vibrations make your breath hitch and he can feel you getting close again. The soft pleas and whines coming from you are a melody he will orchestrate for as long as he can, his nose bumps against your clit as his tongue is still busy lapping up your juices and it makes you twitch under him.

“That's it darling, cum all over my tongue” He's craving it just as much himself, every shaky breath from you and every time he feels you clench he gets closer to his own high. All he wants to do is get you there so he can let go himself. He doubles his efforts, remembering what you like, listening to your body react, and with his mouth still busy between your legs you suddenly go still, your body motionless except for the small flexes of the muscles in your thighs. He knows better than to stop, coaxing you further until the filthiest of moans come from your mouth, relentlessly thanking him, although he's certain he should be the one thanking you.

He's still chasing your sweet taste as he can feel his cock straining impossibly hard, the tip pulsating as he finds his own release, too caught up in you to even care that he is coming in his trousers, whines leaving his mouth as he still laps up anything you give him. He doesn't stop until you push his head away and he glances up at your face, a thin layer of sweat glistening above your eyebrows. You're radiating pure ecstasy and he can't help but smile at the sight. You silently ask him to come up by tugging the back of his neck towards you and he wouldn't even dream of doing anything other than complying.

“I've missed you Remmy” it's barely there, your voice a whisper in the now quiet room, but it's more than enough for him. He leaves featherlight kisses over your face, from your forehead to your cheekbone and finally finding his final destination on your lips. It's soft, sensual and full of pent up emotions and apologies, but the way in which you settle yourself next to him, cuddling into him with a content sigh as if he's the puzzle piece you fit next to let's him know that despite everything, you'll always find your way back to each other, even in the most desperate of times.

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Worship | Remus Lupin x Reader

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Summary: You're recollecting the different scars you've both acquired over the years, and it leads to something more

Content Warnings/Tags: Smut, no but really this time, minors dni, 18+, fluff, pnv, this is fiction but really pls use condoms, swearing, Remus being cocky, reader being cocky too, not proofread

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: First official smut is here! Once I started writing I couldn't stop

“Where did you get this one?” he asks.

“Let me think.” You’re sitting cross-legged on his bed, and he sees you straighten up your back as you reply, “Oh, I know. When I was on holiday in Spain, I got so distracted by the scenery that I ran straight into an ice cream cart, well, he ran into me but that was a multilingual debate.”

He stands up to go change his jumper, and you see his shoulders shake with quiet laughter.

Class will be starting soon and they will surely dock him house points for not wearing a uniform if he doesn't change. His back is pointed at you, but when he looks in the mirror he catches you staring.

“Hey, never heard of privacy?” He asks you with a smirk on his face, he sees your eyes widen and you quickly look away, not having expected him to meet your gaze.

“The scar on your arm.” you ask quietly, pointing to the one you mean, “where’s that from?”

“You don't remember?” he doesn't know if you can see, but his eyebrows are almost meeting his hairline. You start to fiddle with the hem of your skirt like you always do when you’re nervous. 

“Can’t say that I do” he hears you say.

“This pretty number is from the time you pushed me off the quidditch stands.” He smirks at the recollection, and sees your eyes spark back to life.

“I did not push you.” You say, furrowing your eyebrows as if you’re challenging him.

“So you do remember?” He’s glad to be bickering with you again, it’s comfortable, in a way.

“I’m still not gonna say sorry, you were about to collide with 3 pints of butterbeer.”

“I could very well have just stepped to a seat above, there was no one sitting there, you did know that, right?”

“Well if I had known that, I wouldn't have pushed you.”

“So you do admit it?” He says, seeming very happy with himself.

You huff in defeat, and dramatically flop backwards from where you were sitting on the bed. “Damn you and your smooth-talking mouth.”

He walks over to where you're lying down on the bed, and bends down so that he’s caging you in, his voice dropping an octave before saying “You usually don’t complain about what I do with my mouth.”

Your breath hitches, and he can see a blush crawling up your face. But you regain your composure fast, not giving in quite yet. “Usually you’re doing things I enjoy.” You’re smirking now as well, and he has to try his hardest not to fold himself, wanting to rile you up a bit more. So he moves one of his hands from its position on the duvet to your hip, and starts inching upwards, moving underneath your dress shirt until they linger right underneath the curve of your breasts. 

“Remus, please” Your eyes are closed and it comes out as a whisper, but lucky for him he’s close enough to hear it.

“Just admit you pushed me and I’ll give you anything you want darling.” you open your eyes now, looking annoyed. Before he can think anything else you’ve hooked your legs around him, and flipped him over on the bed. His head hits the pillow beneath him, and his eyes darken a little. 

“I’m not admitting anything” You say, more determined now. He looks you up and down slowly, almost like a hunter observing its prey. In a way, he supposes he does indeed want to devour you. You tug his shirt up, ghosting your fingers over his skin, until you stop at a small, v-shaped scar on his torso. “Now this one, this one I remember.” You tell him, while moving your body down until you can connect your lips to his skin. 

“This is from when we were by the lake, and you were going on and on about how easy it is to climb a tree“ You leave featherlight kisses all around it before moving on. “This one is from the night before we first kissed. I went to visit you in the hospital wing and the moment I walked in I remember how your eyes lit up, no matter how tired you must have been.” Another kiss, and you continue further up his body. His breath comes out quicker now, he’s still looking at you, focused, his lips are parted and you have half a mind to abandon your plan and kiss him, but you continue. 

“This one is from the time you were late to breakfast after a rough night, sitting down all grumpy cause your favourite sandwiches were finished, but you didn't know yet I had saved one for you. I always do, whether you actually turn up or not, just in case.” His head is starting to spin and with the little willpower he has left, he grabs your face from where it lingers near his neck, and pulls you towards his face to meet you in an earth-shattering kiss. You’re starting to hum into it and he bites your lower lip slightly, just enough for you to release a moan and for him to slip his tongue into your mouth. 

You push your hands further under his shirt, and try to move it over his head, only for him to stop you. It’s clear he’s got the upper hand again, and he’s smug about it.

“But darling, I just put it on. Can’t show up to class without a shirt.” Despite his words, he lets you remove it, and he gently brings you closer to him with his hand on the back of your head, starting to trail kisses from your jaw down your neck.

“What more is there to learn about the 14th-century wizarding economic bubble” You gasp as Remus gets to your pulse point. 

“Surely youre not talking about skipping class, you’ve been hanging out with Sirius too much” he chuckles, but doesn't stop his assault on your neck. 

You smile at his remark and ask him “Who would you rather spend the next hour with, me or Professor Binns?”

“Point taken” he says, and starts to suck at your collarbone, tugging the neckline down until he finally just decided to take it off you. Once he does he’s on you again in seconds, his hands not knowing where to stay, his lips attaching themselves to the tops of your breasts.

While he’s busy you take the opportunity to grind down on him, and the friction makes him groan and fall back down on the bed. He is painfully hard underneath you, but with how wet you are, you can't say youre surprised. You lift yourself up slightly, and he opens his eyes in question, but you don’t make him wait long. You unbuckle his belt and slide his trousers and briefs down, he gets the message and kicks them the rest of the way off. You settle back down, both moaning at the feeling.

He doesn’t seem to be in the mood to wait any longer, and moves his hand under your skirt, trailing up your thigh until he reaches his goal. He moves your panties to the side, and with his other hand starts to line himself up with you. “Are you gonna be a good girl and take what I give you” his voice is low, and his chest vibrates into yours while he talks. You start to go limp on top of him, and he doesn’t need any more clues before he flips you over, making sure your head doesn't hit the headboard while doing so. 

“Remmy please” You sound desperate, and he hears it. He can feel how wet you are for him, and it almost makes him just want to sink right into your heat. Almost. 

“What was that darling, I didn't quite hear you.” he’s being cocky, but he's also craving to hear it again, the nickname messing with his head. He’s unhooked your bra, and is trailing kisses down your breast, his teeth lightly grazing over your nipple, and you give in.

“I need you to fuck me, Remmy, please.” He’s always been good at taking instructions, and doesn’t need to be told twice. He slides his hard cock into your cunt, and it's a stretch, but it's such a delicious feeling. Once he’s fully inside you, you release a breath you didn't know you were holding, and Remus pulls out a little, only to slam his hips back into you, and it makes you moan his name in that way his arms begin to shake slightly. He sets an agonizing pace, and he’s reaching spots inside you only he can, bringing you to a level of pure bliss where you can’t think of anything other than him. Remus can tell it’s not taking much this time to get you there, and wanting to give you everything he has, he moves a hand down to your clit, tracing patterns onto it. You’re a mess at this point, moaning and mumbling things he can’t quite understand, other than the fact that you don’t want him to stop, you're begging him not to stop, and who is he to deny you? He fiercely kisses you, swallowing the pleas you're making, and he can feel you clenching around him. The feeling drags him in until he’s right on the edge himself, but he wants to give you what you want first. “Come on now love, cum for me, I know you want it.” an incoherent string of agreement leaves your lips, and he moves his fingers on your clit faster, until he can feel you spasming around him, and you throw your head back, your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth slightly open. The feeling of you cumming and the satisfaction of it makes his movements stutter, and it only takes him a couple of seconds until he’s there with you, moaning your name like a prayer.

Once the fog in his head clears up he opens his eyes, to see you already looking at his face, studying it as if there will be a test. He gives you a quick, chaste kiss before pulling out. The loss makes you hiss a little and you pout up at him, silently asking him to come back to you. 

“Give me one second darling.” He says softly while getting up to grab a towel, holding it under some warm water before coming back to clean you up, sparing you the trouble of getting up. He grabs the glass of water on his bedside table to take a quick drink and settles down next to you, pulling you closer to him. “Thank you” he says softly, kissing your temple. “What in Merlin’s name are you thanking me for?” “For letting me worship you.”

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Tulips BONUS

THIS IS A BONUS CHAPTER TO TULIPS 🤍

Pairing: Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sirius and reader forget to lock the door, and Remus walks in on them having sex.

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: SMUT! Rem walks in on Sirius and Reader, oral (fem receiving), p in v, and a smidge of possessiveness and jealousy.

A/N 💌 This has taken me so long and I apologize! I would also like to say that smut is not my strong suit, so I sincerely apologize is this sucks. Also thank you to @moonlightspencie for all the ideas! Love you all!

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If you had been in your right mind, you would have felt guilty. It wasn’t like you to make plans and ditch them without any notice. You could almost hear Remus’s disappointed sigh, and you knew that once you snapped out of your daze, the guilt would hit hard. But in this moment, with Sirius's lips gently nipping at your neck and his soft kisses soothing away the sting, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. The warmth of his breath against your skin and the tender way he murmured your name made it impossible to think of anything else. The world outside of his dorm simply didn’t exist.

The sheets of his bed are strewed about, and the coolness to them is long gone. He’s propped up beside you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. It had only been a few months since the two of you had gotten together, and his hazy effect on you had yet to fade. All he had to do was smile at you; you were putty in his hands. Sirius’s hands traced lazy patterns on your back, each touch sending shivers of pleasure through you.

You reassured yourself that you and Remus could always reschedule the study session for another night.

“S’pretty, angel.” Sirius murmurs softly as he pulls back, his breath warm against your skin. He drags his thumb slowly along your jawline, his touch gentle yet possessive. He watches the way your chest rises and falls, your breathing ragged and uneven. A smug smile tugs at the corners of his lips, knowing that he’s hardly done anything and yet, you’re already so worked up. The intensity of your reaction to his slightest touch fuels his confidence, making him want to tease you even more.

"Sirius," You whisper, your voice coming out much needier than you intended. The vulnerability in your tone is impossible to hide, but Sirius eats it up, his eyes darkening with desire. He revels in the effect he has on you, his smile widening as he leans in closer, the air between you charged with unspoken longing. “Touch me. Please.”

"I am touching you." He responds, his voice low and teasing. His hand trails down your body, fingers grazing your skin before pinching lightly at the outer flesh of your thigh, sending a jolt of sensation through you.

Your lips part in a gasp, and you quickly purse them, trying to regain control over your reaction. “You know what I mean.” 

“I wanna hear you say it.” He grins and for a second, you feel too shy to tell him what you need. But Sirius gazes at you with such intense love and desire that it leaves you breathless and lessens the sting of embarrassment. 

“I want you to finger me.” Your cheeks heat furiously, a an apprehensive look spreading across your face. Your fingers absentmindedly fiddle with the buttons on Sirius's shirt, the small task a futile attempt to steady your racing heart. The smooth fabric and cool buttons provide a comforting distraction. It wasn’t like he hadn’t touched you before. He definitely had, but summoning the confidence to ask for something like that was difficult for you still.

“That’s my girl.” Sirius praises, leaning forward to place a sweet kiss against your lips, as if to reward you for asking for what you wanted. 

When his lips met yours, it wasn’t rough or fast—it was gentle and soft, as if he wanted to take all the time in the world with you. He brushed his lips against yours with exquisite tenderness, his hands slipping into your hair and tangling in the strands, relishing the feeling of you pressed against him. His kisses were tender and unhurried, each one sending waves of warmth through you, making you melt into him completely. The sensation of his lips moving slowly against yours was intoxicating, drawing you deeper into the moment.

He shifted, his body covering yours, as he pressed soft kisses to your lips and then down to your neck, each touch filled with a tenderness that made your heart swell. You could feel his love and care in every movement.

He brushed his lips against yours, mumbling about how much he loved kissing you, making you smile against his lips. His hands trailed over your body, barely touching your skin but enough to leave goosebumps in their wake. When he reached your hips, he gave a gentle squeeze, eliciting a soft gasp from you. Sitting up, he used one arm to bring you up with him, his strength both comforting and exhilarating. He shifted so you were now sat in his lap, your thighs bracketing his.

You couldn't fathom how you had gone so long without kissing Sirius; now that he was yours, you never wanted it to stop. His hands trailed along your thighs, squeezing and massaging the flesh every so often, sending shivers through you. The way he touched you was both playful and reverent, making you feel cherished and desired in a way you had never experienced before.

"Sirius." You sighed softly, the sound carrying a mixture of affection and longing. You pulled back just enough to rest your forehead against his, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours. His hands gently cradled your face, his touch tender and reassuring, as if he wanted to memorize every contour..

"Yeah, angel?" He asked softly, his voice filled with tenderness and a touch of eagerness. His eyes bore into yours, brimming with love and a hint of mischief, ready to give you anything you asked for.

“I need more.”

“Arms up, baby.” He told you as he pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it to the ground. Watching his eyes raking up and down your body made you dizzy. You let his eyes take in your body before tugging at the hem of his shirt, silently telling him that you wanted it off. Your chance to admire him, drag your fingertips over the dips and ridges of him, and listen to the way his breath hitched in his throat.

After years of pining after you, he could still hardly believe that he had his dream girl sitting on top of him and looking at him with so much love and desire. What did he ever do to deserve this? To deserve you?

“You’re fucking beautiful.” He mumbles as he slips his fingers under your white bra straps, letting them fall down your shoulders. His eyes tracked the movement, and you smiled softly at the way he watched you with so much admiration.

"Thank you. You're pretty beautiful too." You tease softly, circling your arms around his neck. Sirius responds with a devastating smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief and affection. You're so close that your noses nearly touch, the intimate proximity making your heart race. He places a quick, playful kiss on your nose, and the giggle you let out is pathetically lovesick.

"Damn right." He mumbles with a playful smirk, making you laugh.

You are about to reach around your back to rid yourself of your bra when Sirius stops you. Shooting you a cocky grin, he pushes your hands away from your bra to do it himself. The second your bra falls, Sirius lets out a curse. It has been months since you two first slept together, but every time he sees your body, it’s like the first time.

He swears that your tits are the most beautiful he’s ever seen. If he didn’t already know he was in love with you, that would be his clue.

His mouth closed around your nipple, biting gently, ripping a gasp from your throat. Your back arched into his chest to give him better access. His arm wraps around your waist to haul you closer to him. Beneath you, you could feel how quickly this was turning him on. His hair was wild from when you had your fingers running through his hair. Soft sighs were filling the room as he licked and sucked, alternating between both of your tits. The wetness between your legs was growing more apparent as he touched you.

He grabbed your waist and moved you off of his lap, pushing you down so that you were laid out underneath him. His hands slipped under the waistband of your skirt, tugging it down, bringing your underwear with them. Your first reaction was to close your legs, still shy at the idea of him seeing you like this. But he gently placed his hands on your knees and pushed them apart, whispering soft praises to you as he did so.

You sat up as he stood at the end of his bed, slipping his pants down. Wetness pooled between your thighs as his cock was released from his underwear. You weren’t sure you would ever get used to seeing him like this. A quick kiss was placed on your lips before his fingers brushed against your collarbone, pushing you back on the bed. With your back against the pillows and your legs spread, he finally got to look at all of you. All bare and glistening, and he swore he had never been harder in his life. He glanced up at you, asking for permission, and you nodded. Pressing kisses from your ankles to between your thighs, he slowly made his way to where you wanted him most.

“S’wet for me, love.” You could only answer with a whimper as trailed his fingers over your clit, causing you to sigh in pleasure. He was gentle, carefully watching your reaction as he teased you. 

He moved slowly as he began to circle your clit, taking his time to warm you up. His eyes flickered back to you, drinking in the sight of your head pressed back against the pillows, your eyes closed, and soft sighs falling from your lips. The gentle rise and fall of your chest and the way your body responded to his touch filled him with a mix of tenderness and desire.

Watching you laid out in his sheets, withering in pleasure, all because of him? It caused heat to build in his stomach as he considered the idea of this being his forever. He could spend the rest of his life worshipping you like this, and he hoped to Godric you would let him.

The moan you let out was pornographic when he replaced his fingers with his mouth, letting his tongue slide along your pussy. From the bottom to the top, he licked through your folds. You could feel yourself dripping down onto the sheets, but you knew he wouldn’t care about the mess you were making.

You knew there was no way you would last long. Between the way his fingers pumped in and out of you so deliciously and the way he sucked and licked at your clit so gently was driving you crazy. With your back arched and your head tossed back into his pillows, you whimpered out a plea for him to stop.

Sirius had pulled away from you instantly, worry etched across his features. The last thing he wanted was to do something that made you uncomfortable.“What’s wrong, angel?”

“Fuck. Nothing’s wrong,” You had to clear your throat in order to get the words out. “I just-” Sirius thumbed at your hip to comfort you, watching as you shifted so you were holding yourself up by your elbows and looking down at him.

“Can you fuck me?” Your voice trembled softly, your eyes flickering nervously between his. Sirius wanted to cry. Could you get any more perfect?

He didn’t trust his voice, so he said nothing, just leaned down to kiss your stomach before reaching beside the bed. He dug around in his drawer before grabbing a condom and ripping at the foil packet with his teeth. You sent him a soft smile, watching as he rolled the condom over his length and situated himself so he was between your legs.

Once settled, Sirius tenderly brushed a lock of your hair behind your ear and leaned in, resting his forehead against yours.

"Y’okay?" He asked, his voice laced with concern as he searched your eyes. You offered him a reassuring smile, feeling his warmth and care in the way he looked at you. 

His hands wrapped securely around your ankles, the warmth of his touch pulling you closer across the soft, rumpled sheets. Laughter bubbled from you uncontrollably as he leaned in, planting a trail of tender kisses across your cheeks and forehead. The sound of your giggles subsided, replaced by a moment of quiet intensity as he leaned back, his gaze locking onto yours with a mixture of affection and desire. Your heart raced at the way he looked at you, and without hesitation, you reached up, threading your fingers through his hair, gently guiding his face back down to meet yours in a lingering kiss.

The kiss quickly deepened into an intense exchange, each of you vying for control. Sirius’s hand brushed against the side of your body, trailing down to reach between your legs while the other held himself above you. Your lips parted into a gasp when he brushed against your clit, and he took the opportunity to kiss you harder.

There was no way you could attempt to lead the kiss with Sirius brushing circles over your clit. You could hardly even think really. How could you when it was Sirius that was between your legs?

He pulled away to sit up, gently repositioning you until you were situated at the edge of the bed. His palms circled your ankles, pushing back on your legs until you were bent in half for him. Pussy fully on displayed for him. A satisfied hum emanated from his throat as he brought his fingers back to slide through your wetness.

And it wasn’t long before his cock replaced his fingers, teasing your clit before sliding the tip inside you.

At the feeling, both of you let out satisfied moans. Sirius quickly grabbed your hands and intertwined your fingers before fully pushing inside of you slowly. “Godric,” He was nearly gone. “So fucking perfect.” All you could do was moan in response.

His thrusts began slow, sliding in and out of you at an agonizing pace, making you cry out at him to go faster. He didn’t listen.

“You look so pretty getting fucked,” He reached his right hand down, using his thumb to rub against your clit in the slowest circles. “You’re doing such a good job, sweetheart.”

If you hadn’t been so fucked out, you would’ve been embarrassed at hearing how wet you were. Your cries were desperate, pathetic. And if you were more coherent, you might have admitted that you weren't doing anything at all—it was all him. But you couldn't find it in you to complain.

“Faster. I need you to go faster.” You voice was as desperate as you felt.

“I’m being romantic. Fucking you nice and slow.” Sirius grins at the unimpressed look you send him.

“Fuck me harder. Romantically.”

Sirius laughs, but obliges you. Dragging his cock through your cunt just a little bit faster, a little bit rougher. If your reaction is any indication, the change in pace is perfect for you.

He watches, mesmerized as your tits bounced with the pace he was setting and the way your head was thrown to the side, eyes closed, and lips parted for your desperate moans to slip through.

His left hand traced the curve of your side, pausing to squeeze your side, traveling further down until he gripped your hip. It didn’t take long for the view of you fucked out and desperate underneath him for him to lose his patience. There was only so much he could take of watching your pussy take him him so well before he decided this pace wasn’t nearly enough.

When he slipped out of you, you desperately cried in protest. But with a light slap on your outer thigh, he encouraged you to flip over. You relaxed into the sheets, content to burry your cheek against his crumbled comforter. Sirius seemed just as content as he drags him fingers down your spine, both his palms coming up to massage and knead at your ass. Your skin prickled with goosebumps as he placed as kiss on your lower back, right at the swell of your ass.

Impatient, you wiggled your hips, “Sirius, please.”

“Just admiring my view, angel.”

“I need-” Your words die on your tongue as you feel his cock push past your folds, entering your without any resistance. He doesn’t hold back this time, eager to set a more brutal pace. The sounds filling the room are obscene, and he realizes that this is the first time you two are having sex where it isn’t considered making love. But he can safely admit that he loves all versions of sex with you equally.

Lifting yourself up so your back was pressed against him and your neck was exposed so he could press kisses against you. His arms slid around your waist, his right hand going up to grab at your tits as he nipped at your neck. Your legs felt shaky as he held you up and against him. The moans that filled your ears being this close to him drove you crazy. You didn’t think you would ever get used to hearing him like this. So fucked out and close to coming.

“Love, please go harder.”

“You want me to fuck you harder, baby?” You babbled incoherently in response, making Sirius grin.

“Beg me, sweetheart.”

“Fuck, Sirius! Please, I need more of your cock. I want you to take me, be rough with me.”

He pushed you forward, forcing you back on all fours. You let out a loud ‘fuck’ when he shoved his cock back into you, not sure how long you could hold yourself up. His hands gripped your hips tightly, keeping you in place, and he slid his cock in and out of you, the room filling with both of your moans.

“Is that what you wanted, baby? Wanted to be fucked harder?”

As he quickened his pace, you stuck your ass in the air and pressed your cheek against the bed, raising your arms above your head as he fucked you. Your fingers were tangled in the sheets, and you knew anyone walking by could probably hear you. Out of all the times you had been with a guy, you didn’t think you had ever been this loud. Each time he thrust into you, you let out a high-pitched moan, unable to stop yourself.

So focused on the feeling of Sirius fucking you within an inch of your life you don’t notice the door open. With your cheek buried in the sheets, you didn't hear anything, nor did you see Remus standing there, his features displaying a mixture of shock and jealousy. But Sirius did. For a moment, he faltered, eyes locking with Remus's in silent astonishment. Then your protests filled the room, snapping his attention back to you.

“I want you to cum in me, baby. Please.” Your voice was wrecked, the strain evident in every word, and Sirius’s eyes widened in surprise at your unexpected request. It was a shift he hadn't anticipated. He glanced up, catching Remus's intense glare, his expression a mix of disbelief and anger, before Remus abruptly turned on his heel and slammed the door shut behind him. The suddenness of Remus's exit left Sirius momentarily bewildered. 

How had you not noticed? Were you that fucked out for him?

Remus had stood there no less than ten seconds. And maybe it was because there was no way he had seen you. Not with the way you were angled and how Sirius had you pressed into the sheets. 

But a sense of smug satisfaction began to creep over him—tinged with possessiveness. Maybe Remus would back the fuck off now that he saw how desperate you were for his cock. How wrecked and desperate you were, eager to be filled with his cum. And while he couldn’t because he was wearing a condom—Remus didn’t know that. The next time he saw you, he knew Remus would only be able to think about how fucked out you were for a guy that wasn’t him.

He knew he would have to tell you what happened, but right now, with you begging so sweetly for him. He couldn’t resist.

He fucked you rough. Eager to hear your whimpers and cries as he buried himself deep inside of you, pushing you further and further toward the edge. Maybe it was fucked up; how he was turned on by the idea of Remus knowing that you got so desperate for him.

But he couldn’t help it. You were his. And he liked the idea of everyone knowing that. Especially  Remus, who was still very much in love with you.

“Sirius, I’m getting close,” You whined, your voice shaky as he pounded into you. “Gonna cum!”

“Shit. Cum on my cock, sweetheart.” You knew you could let go, he sounded like he wasn’t far behind you. You could tell by his quickened pace and sloppy thrusts.

When you felt him grab your hips hard and pound into you a few more times, you knew you could let go with him.

“Sirius! Yes, I-”

“I know, fuck. I’m gonna cum.” At that admission, your back arches as you feel your pussy squeeze around him. The moans leaving you were beyond loud, and you hoped to Godric no one had heard you.

“Fuck.” He grunted as he thrust one final time into you before squeezing your hips tightly. The feeling of him twitching inside you sent you over the edge. You let go, pleasure coursing through you as you felt your whole body shake as the feeling shot through your entire body.

“Jesus, baby.” Sirius mumbled as his head dropped to your back. You let out a giggle, understanding how fucked out he was feeling.

He slowly slid out, falling onto the bed next to you. You let your hips drop, moving so that you were on your side facing him. You were both breathing hard and knew you would need a shower and clean sheets after this.

"I love you. So much." You tell him earnestly, your voice brimming with sincerity. Sirius smiles softly at you, his heart squeezing at the sight of your messy hair and flushed cheeks. He reaches out, gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering.

"I love you too, angel." He murmurs, his voice filled with warmth and affection.

Now, he just had to break the news about Remus.

[papillon-mechant]

Tulips

Pairings: Sirius Black x Fem!Reader, Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

Summary ✿ After finding out Remus Lupin has found himself a girlfriend, a devastated Y/n L/n asks Sirius Black to help her get over him. Except Sirius has feelings for her.

Warnings ✿ Language, unrequited love, angst, kissing, jealousy, reader wearing lipgloss and a dress, mentions of anxiety. If there's more let me know!

Word Count ✿ 20.3k

A/N 💌 This was my first ever series, but I've decided to repost it as a oneshot!

BONUS SMUT

Your affection for Remus had begun almost from the moment you met him. For nearly five years, you found yourself quietly drawn to him. How could you not be? His tranquil and caring nature had eased your anxieties countless times. His unwavering loyalty to both his friends and his studies never ceased to amaze you. The bravery he exhibited each month,whether he acknowledged it or not, left you in awe. With Remus, you always felt secure, as if nothing could disturb your sense of safety.

Monday nights marked your routine study sessions with Remus, a tradition since the start of sixth year. Arriving promptly at his dorm, you were met with unsettling moans seeping from beneath the door, causing your stomach to plummet. Frozen in shock, you raced through possible explanations, with Sirius seeming the most plausible culprit. Surely, Remus wouldn’t forget your study night, and the thought of another girl seemed inconceivable. As you turned around, anxiety coursing through your veins, you collided with Sirius, tears welling up in your eyes.

“Please tell me it’s James in there.” You pleaded, the desperation clear in both your tone and your expression, causing Sirius’ heart to sink. Knowing James was at practice, he couldn’t bring himself to shatter your hope. Instead, he grasped your hand firmly and practically pulled you towards your dormitory. Despite the chaos of emotions, Sirius made sure to shield you with his own body, warding off any prying eyes curious about the tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Are any of your roommates here?” Sirius inquired as he halted in front of your dormitory door.

“No, Lily is staying the night at your dorm with James, and I think Marlene is staying with Dorcas.” You responded, your voice tinged with sadness as you used your sleeve to dab at the tears staining your cheeks. Leading the way inside, you guided Sirius into your room, where he realized it was his first time seeing your personal space. Until now, you and Remus had been inseparable, leaving no room for Sirius to spend time alone with you.

He found himself a tad nervous, the proximity to you unnerving him in the best possible way. As he stood in your dormitory, the faint scent of your favorite perfume lingering in the air, Sirius couldn’t help but feel a flutter in his stomach. It was an unfamiliar sensation, being so close to you without the familiar presence of Remus nearby.

“It wasn’t James and Lily in there, was it?” Sirius turned to you, his expression filled with concern as he observed you sitting on your bed, visibly holding back tears, awaiting his response.

“No, angel.” He replied softly, his voice tinged with empathy as he moved to sit beside you. A sigh escaped his lips as he settled onto your bed. Sirius knew James’s schedule all too well, and he was certain that James was still down at the Quidditch pitch, far from the dorm.

Everything about your side of the room was perfectly you. Your desk was adorned with stacks of books, polaroids capturing cherished memories with friends pinned to the wall, and one of Remus’ sweaters casually draped over the back of your chair. Yet, amidst the familiar sights, a small glass vase seized his attention. Within it, a single red tulip, a gift he had given you a few weeks earlier.

As he strolled around Black Lake with the boys, he stumbled upon the patch of flowers, and instantly, he knew it was meant for you. Knowing how much you adored flowers, often doodling them in the margins of your Potions notes while seated beside him, he couldn’t resist picking it. James, catching sight of the flower, declared that Lily deserved an entire bouquet. 

You weren’t taken aback when James Potter interrupted your study session with Lily by presenting her with a stunning bouquet of flowers. However, what did catch you off guard was Sirius’ gesture: placing a single red flower delicately on top of your open book and sending you a playful wink.

“M’lady.” He had murmured, and at that moment, your cheeks ignited with a warmth you had never felt before.

Lily filled the remainder of your study session with talk of how a red tulip symbolized a declaration of love while you simply laughed in response.

Sirius glanced over at you, noticing the tear-filled gaze fixed upon your hands as you sat on the bed. He hesitated, the weight of his words hanging in the air. “I didn’t know you had feelings for him.” He finally admitted, his tone tinged with surprise.

You offered a soft laugh tinged with a hint of sadness. “I guess that means I’m good at hiding it then. It’s been a good couple of years now. Probably started the very first day I met him, honestly,” you confessed, a bittersweet smile gracing your lips.

“I’m sorry, angel.” Sirius expressed, his voice laced with genuine remorse.

A gentle shake of your head followed. “You don’t have to be sorry,” you reassured him, your voice carrying a tone of acceptance intertwined with a hint of resignation.

“I could’ve given you a heads up,” Sirius grimaced as your head whipped up to look over at him, the gravity of his words sinking in. “He’s been seeing this girl for weeks. He’s going to ask her out soon.”

“Sirius — “You began, your voice carrying a mixture of surprise and concern.

“I’m telling you this not to be mean, but so you’re not blindsided when it happens.” Sirius continued his tone earnest yet tinged with regret.

This time, you remained silent, your gaze drifting over to the polaroid displayed prominently on your bedside table. In the photo, you and Remus sat beneath a tree, his arm wrapped around you in a protective embrace while your head rested gently on his shoulder. The memory of that day flooded back — discussing a book, laughter filling the air, and Lily insisting on capturing the moment in a photograph. 

At the end of the day, with a knowing smile, she handed you the polaroid. The setting sun cast a beautiful glow upon the photo when you held it in your hand.

“C’mere,” Sirius demanded softly, his voice a gentle command meant to pull you away from the intensity of the picture. He positioned himself against the headboard, arms open wide for you to find solace in. Without hesitation, you crawled into his embrace, nestling against his side. His arms enveloped you, offering comfort and warmth as he planted a tender kiss atop your head.

“What can I do?” Sirius inquired quietly, his gaze fixed on the tears tracing down your cheeks and staining his shirt.

“Help me get over him. Please.” You pleaded, the vulnerability in your voice bared as you sought comfort and support from him.

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。.

“Where the hell have you been? You nearly missed breakfast!” James exclaimed, his eyes scanning over your disheveled appearance—your hair in disarray and your clothes creased. It was a rare sight to see you, typically impeccably put together and five minutes ahead of everyone else, arriving late and looking rumpled. He chose not to mention the dark circles under your eyes or the absence of your usual cheery smile. He knew better than to bring that up.

Upon sensing Remus’s scrutinizing gaze, you cleared your throat nervously and averted your eyes, unwilling to let him figure out that he was the cause of your disheveled appearance.

“Rough night.” That was simply put. In fact, last night had been incredibly rough, leaving you worse for wear this dreary morning. Cuddling with Sirius comforted you for so long before you were back to crying your heart out. He was kind enough to hold you the entire time, and eventually, you had both fallen asleep. There had been no discussion on what you meant last night about having him help you get over Remus. You didn’t know what you had meant by it either.

You grimaced as the memory flooded back, choosing to sit beside Sirius instead. He wouldn’t admit it in front of the boys, but he was well prepared to knock one of them over if they tried to sit next to him. After the trying night you’d endured, he made it a point to ensure you felt at ease and understood that he was there for you should you need anything. Normally, you occupied the seat next to Remus, with Sirius seated beside James and Peter. However, given the circumstances, he understood that you wouldn’t feel comfortable sitting next to Remus that morning.

James’ gaze darted between the two of you, noting the departure from your usual seating arrangement. He stole a quickglance at Remus, who seemed intent on studying you. “Hmm. Why is it that Sirius has been quiet all breakfast, and now you are too?” he quipped, breaking the silence.

“Sod off, mate.” Sirius grumbled, pushing a steaming cup of tea toward you. Despite the gruff remark, he offered you a sweet smile before returning his attention to his meal. Even though the gesture was minimal, it made you want to burst into tears. The fact that he remembered your favorite tea and how you liked it meant more to you than words could express. Remus, however, frowned at the cup of tea sitting in front of you, his expression troubled.

“What? I can’t make conversation this beautiful morning?” James’s tone was still incredibly upbeat, unlike those around him. Peter hummed in agreement, his mouth full of cereal and unable to respond properly.

“It’s storming.” Remus mumbled, his gaze still fixed on you, sensing that something was amiss as you avoided meeting his eyes. Usually, you sat next to him, cheerily chatting about another book you had read together.

“Are you implying a storm isn’t beautiful? Because I happen to think — “

“James, let’s just have a quiet breakfast this Tuesday morning.” Sirius interjected, surprising James with the interruption. James opened his mouth to protest, but the seriousness in Sirius’s expression halted him mid-sentence. Sirius’s deliberate interruption was aimed at signaling to Remus that he had missed your study night. It served its purpose, prompting Remus to acknowledge the missed study date.

“Oh, fuck. Y/n, I’m so sorry! Last night, our study night, I totally forgot,” Remus blurted out, his words rushed and filled with regret as he watched your reaction. You simply shrugged and sipped your tea, avoiding direct eye contact with him.You kept your gaze fixed on your plate, knowing that meeting Remus’s eyes would likely trigger another wave of tears.

“No big deal.” You replied casually.

“Uh,” Remus furrowed his eyebrows, his expression a mixture of concern and confusion as he searched your face for any sign of distress. However, your demeanor remained inscrutable, your face a mask of blankness. “Are you sure? I know you really wanted to study this week with your exam coming up — “

You finally met Remus’s gaze, sitting up a bit straighter, “I was able to study, Remus, it’s fine.”

“You were? But uh — “Remus scrambled for words, uncertain how to navigate this tense exchange. He couldn’t recall a time when you sounded so curt with him before.

“Sirius helped me.” You interjected, your voice steady but tinged with an underlying tension.

James sputtered out a laugh, his gaze darting between you and Sirius. “He helped you study? Willingly?”

In reality, studying hadn’t been the main agenda of the night. Before drifting off to sleep, you had hastily handed Sirius your flashcards from the nightstand, however, your pounding headache from crying rendered you unable to focus properlyduring his quizzing. So, technically, he did help you study, albeit minimally.

Peter raised his eyebrows, his tone laced with curiosity, “Is that where you were all last night? Studying?”

You squirmed uneasily at Peter’s implication. Sirius shot James and Peter a sharp glance, silently urging them to stop talking.

Remus’s lips parted in surprise as he shifted his gaze from Sirius to you. “He stayed the night with you?” His tone carried a hint of displeasure that didn’t escape Sirius’s notice. Despite himself, a slight sense of satisfaction flickered within Sirius at Remus’s reaction.

Before anyone could respond, a pretty Ravenclaw leaned over Remus, enveloping him in a hug as she rested her head against his shoulder. “Rem, I thought you were going to try and sit with me this morning.” She murmured.

Your body tensed at the sight of her; she was the girl from last night. A surge of jealousy, unlike anything you had ever experienced before, washed over you, catching you off guard. Your appetite vanished.

“Uh, sorry. I had to work on some things this morning and got a bit distracted.” Remus’s response came with a hint of discomfort, his apology tinged with unease. As you observed the exchange, you couldn’t quite determine if his discomfort arose from her presence or the attention their interaction garnered. Quietly, you wished it leaned more towards the former.

Her lips formed a pretty pout, “Hm.”

James unabashedly observed the pair while taking a bite of his toast. “You know, Remus, if you ever need relationship advice, I’m here,” he remarked, his tone teasing. Remus scowled in response, clearly unamused, while the girl giggled and tightened her grip around him, seemingly unfazed by James’s comment.

You stole a glance at Sirius, momentarily tuning out the conversation to observe his reaction to the scene unfolding before you. Sensing the unease gnawing at your stomach, you instinctively reached for Sirius’ hand, which rested on his thigh. As soon as your fingers brushed against his, he responded by intertwining them with yours, his eyes meeting yours in silent understanding.

“Do you want to go?” He whispered softly, squeezing your hand in reassurance. Unable to trust your voice, you simplynodded in response. He released your hand momentarily, a fleeting disappointment washing over you until you watched as he effortlessly grabbed your bag and slung it over his shoulder. With a tender gesture, he reached for a muffin, noticing that you had hardly eaten.

Then, extending his hand towards you, he silently offered his support. Amidst James’s lively conversation with the Ravenclaw girl and Remus’s contemplative gaze, Peter looked on with a puzzled expression as Sirius extended his hand to you, a silent invitation to leave the discomfort behind.

“You don’t have to hold my bag.” You mumbled, rising to your feet to face him, intertwining your fingers once more. Despite the awareness of the eyes fixed upon the two of you, your focus remained solely on Sirius.

“I wanted to, angel.” Sirius replied softly, meeting your gaze with warmth. The genuine smile that graced your face was the first of the morning, and Sirius felt as if he had won the lottery.

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。.

“Y/n.” His voice sliced through the air, causing you to freeze mid-sentence. But deep down, what had you truly expected? That he wouldn’t approach you while you were quietly engrossed in your book in the common room? Your plan of avoiding him for as long as possible wasn’t unfolding as smoothly as you had hoped.

“Hi, Rem.” You responded softly, offering a genuine smile. Despite the ache that lingered from witnessing him with the Ravenclaw girl at breakfast, you couldn’t deny the bond you shared. After all, he was still your best friend. You couldn’t fault him for getting a girlfriend, no matter how much it hurt.

Remus settled into the armchair opposite you, his expression earnest. “I didn’t really get to talk to you much this morning,” he began, his tone gentle.

You offered a nonchalant shrug, hoping to conceal the nervousness. “Oh. I mean, I wasn’t in much of a mood for chatting,” you replied, attempting to maintain a façade of composure, though inwardly, you were anything but.

“Is everything alright? Is this about missing last night? I promise that I didn’t mean to, truly.” Remus continued, his sincerity evident. Leaning forward, his eyes bore into yours, practically pleading for your forgiveness. Despite your resolve, his sincerity tugged at your heartstrings, and you found yourself wavering.

“I’m not upset about you missing our study night; I understand that things come up.” You reassured him as though you were anything truly fine. There was a squeeze in your heart at remembering Remus with another girl, a stark reminder that she wasn’t you.

Remus visibly relaxed at your words. “We could reschedule it?” He suggested, his tone hopeful.

A heavy silence settled between you. How were you supposed to tell him that you didn’t want to reschedule? That you weren’t ready to spend time alone with him right now? Being around him now, knowing you had no chance, felt like a punch to the gut.

“There you guys are!” James’ voice carried throughout the common room, effectively gaining more attention than he had probably intended. Sirius stood right beside him, his gaze already fixed on you. Peter was notably absent, likely engrossed in his studies elsewhere. Nevertheless, you welcomed the distraction.

James huffed as if he had been greatly inconvenienced. “We have been looking everywhere for you guys.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, “You didn’t think to check the common room first?”

“Darling, please. Don’t be ridiculous.” James quipped as he dropped into the armchair beside Remus. Remus’s gaze lingered on you for a moment longer before he sighed and turned his attention to James. Soon enough, they were engrossed in their own conversation.

Sirius settled into the spot next to you, casually draping an arm over the back of the couch just behind your shoulders. As you leaned into his side and offered him a smile, he felt his cheeks flush with warmth. Your affectionate gestures toward him had always been present, but after last night, they seemed to intensify.

Your proximity never failed to make his heart skip a beat, and his stomach flutter. Despite his confidence in hiding his involuntary reactions to you, lately, it seemed more challenging for him to do so.

He greets you with the softest smile, his eyes reflecting warmth. “Hi, angel,” he murmurs gently. Sirius had always affectionately called you angel, a term that secretly held a special place in your heart, one of your favorite things about him.

“Hi.” You respond, a matching smile adorning your features, mirroring the comfort in his presence.

“I never got to thank you for last night.” You admit, your tone filled with gratitude.

Shaking his head modestly, he insists, “You don’t have to thank me.”

“It made me feel better having you there with me, so of course I want to thank you.” You express earnestly, your appreciation evident in your words.

Sirius leans in, his breath tickling your ear as he whispers, “We still gotta talk about what you meant last night. By asking me to help you get over him.”

Feeling a flush of embarrassment, you sputter out a response, “I’m not entirely sure what I meant. I figured you would know how to go about that.”

“Why would I know how to go about that?” Sirius questions, genuine curiosity coloring his tone.

Shrugging, you admit, “I don’t know. I just thought you might have. You have way more experience with relationships than I do.”

Sirius snorts, a wry grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “I wouldn’t call them relationships.” He remarks, his mind briefly wandering through the array of flings he’d had in the past few years. None of them had left a lasting impression on him, none of them had made him feel the way you did.

You shrug, a hint of vulnerability in your expression. “It’s more experience than I have.”

Your voices remain hushed, a deliberate attempt to avoid drawing the attention of James and Remus. Yet, the intimate proximity between you and Sirius could easily spark curiosity on its own. You’re practically nestled against his side, his warm breath brushing against your ear as he whispers. To any onlooker, it would seem as though you were lovers, exchanging sweet nothings in a quiet moment of intimacy.

He takes a moment to collect his thoughts, acutely aware of the gravity of his next question. He understands that the answer could severely hurt his feelings, “Are you in love with him?”

Your reaction is swift; you turn to him so abruptly that your noses nearly brush against each other. Sirius silently begs you to linger closer, but you withdraw just enough to maintain a respectable distance. He watches intently as you steal a glance at Remus, your bottom lip caught between your teeth in contemplation.

“No. But, honestly, it probably wouldn’t take much for me to fall in love with him.” You confess, your words hanging in the air like a weight. Sirius needs a moment to recover, the impact of your admission hitting him harder than he had anticipated, despite mentally preparing himself for it.

You turn back to him, anguish evident in your voice, “How are you supposed to get over someone you’re nearly in love with?” Sirius hears the devastation in your tone, wishing he could convey that he genuinely comprehends that sentiment. However, delving into such explanations would only invite more questions, and that’s the last thing he needs right now.

“I don’t know, angel.” He responds simply, observing as you anxiously pick at your nails.

A quiet lull envelops you both before you speak up again, “I don’t think spending all my time with him helps. Maybe I should distance myself a little bit.”

“You’re welcome to spend all that time with me instead.” Sirius offers, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer to his side. As you relax into his embrace, you rest your head on his shoulder. For a few precious minutes, you both sit in silence, lost in your own thoughts.

Remus glances over at you, nearly doing a double-take at the display of affection. You have closed your eyes, seemingly oblivious to Remus’ stare, but Sirius him. For a brief, tense moment, Remus and Sirius lock eyes, but then James regains Remus’ attention.

“Sirius?” You ask, the weariness evident in your voice.

“Yeah?”

“Remember when you told James to get over Lily that he needed to get under someone else?” Sirius immediately senses the direction of the conversation, and a pang of regret twinges in his chest.

“Yes.”

“Do you think that really works?” You inquire, your tone tinged with uncertainty and a hint of desperation.

“For some people, maybe.” Sirius replies cautiously. He wants to admit that such tactics haven’t proven successful for him and probably never will.

You pull away to look at him, your eyes reflecting a mixture of hope and uncertainty, “Would you help me find someone?”

“There’s no way in hell I’m doing that.” Sirius responds firmly, his tone leaving little room for negotiation. But before you can protest, he interjects, “I’ll be your distraction.”

“How exactly?” Your voice tinged with uncertainty, unsure of what he means.

“However, you need me. I know I’m not the best study partner, but I’ll run through your flashcards with you whenever you need to study,” Sirius offers, his voice softening as he glances from you to Remus. “I know you guys would talk about books a lot, so I’ll read whatever book you’re reading just to discuss it with you. Whatever you want me to do, Y/n, I’ll do it.”

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。.

“You and Y/n were cozy on that couch.” James comments casually, his gaze fixed on the ceiling from where he’s sprawled out on his bed. Sirius glances over his shoulder at him, pausing his furious writing at the desk where he’s been hunched over for the last twenty minutes.

“Hm. I guess so.” Sirius replies nonchalantly, but his voice holds a subtle tension.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” James’ tone carries a note of genuine concern, and Sirius immediately feels the weight of his friend’s apprehension settling over the room like a heavy blanket.

“Working on my homework? Yeah, it’s probably my best one yet.” Sirius responds, his tone strained as he tries to maintain composure.

“About comforting the girl you love because she’s in love with your best mate.” James continues, his words cutting through the air like a knife. Sirius freezes, the quill leaving a streak of ink across the paper as his thoughts whirl.

He refuses to turn around and face James, not wanting to see the pitying look he knows will be on his friend’s face. Instead, he runs his hand through his hair in frustration, his emotions simmering beneath the surface.

“Surprised you figured it out.” Sirius grumbles, his voice laced with a mixture of defensiveness and resignation. He doesn’t want to confront the truth about your feelings for Remus. The mere thought of you falling in love with someone other than him ignites a pang of jealousy in his chest.

He wants to correct James, to insist that you aren’t in love with Remus, but it feels futile. The reality is too close for comfort, and he can’t shake the feeling of impending loss.

“About your feelings? Or hers?” James questions, his head leaning back against his headboard as he studies Sirius, his expression searching.

Sirius climbs onto his bed, letting out a sigh of frustration once his head hits his pillow, the weight of the conversation heavy on his mind. “Both,” he admits, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

“I didn’t notice until today with Y/n. She looked devastated when Adeline was all over Remus. On the other hand, I’ve known you’ve had feelings for her for years. The things you do for her, you wouldn’t do for anyone else.” James observes, his tone tinged with a mix of understanding and concern.

Sirius doesn’t know what to say in response, but deep down, he knows James is right. He’s always treated you differently, gone the extra mile for you in ways he wouldn’t for anyone else. He had just hoped it wasn’t so obvious.

James sighs loudly, the weight of the situation hanging heavy in the air, “You gotta be careful, mate. You’re gonna get your feelings hurt.”

“I’d rather my feelings be hurt than hers.” Sirius responds earnestly, his voice carrying a hint of determination.

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。.

It was official. Remus Lupin and Adeline Reyes were officially dating. The news didn’t come as a surprise; Remus had been bringing her around more often lately. She seamlessly integrated herself into your group dynamic, joining you all at breakfast some mornings and effortlessly engaging in conversation as if she had been there for years. Adeline adeptly kept pace with Sirius’ quick quips and could outwit James with a witty comeback. She was quick to include Peter whenever James unintentionally overshadowed him in conversation and was always eager to discuss the next book you planned to read.

It was horrifically frustrating.

You wanted to dislike her, but deep down, you knew it was just jealousy clouding your judgment. Adeline was undeniablygenuine and sweet; you could easily envision yourself becoming good friends with her. However, every time she affectionately pressed her lips to Remus’ cheeks or leaned into his side, it felt like a sharp pang reminding you of your own feelings and the heartwrenching situation you found yourself in.

It left a bitter taste in your mouth. Just a few weeks ago, that was your spot, and you were blissfully unaware of his feelings for another girl. You felt foolish, caught off guard. Was it all in your head? Had you merely romanticized every interaction with him? Built up a scenario that never truly existed?

“Y/n, this is the third time you’ve spaced out. Are you alright?” Lily’s concerned voice broke through your thoughts as she settled beside you on the bed. Despite James’s insistence on a get-together downstairs, you found your mind drifting elsewhere. It had been a couple of weeks since Remus and Adeline declared their relationship, and ever since then, your thoughts had been in turmoil.

You shrugged, “I’m okay. I just don’t think I’m up for a party tonight.”

“You haven’t seemed in the party mood for weeks.” Marlene remarked, her attention fixed on her reflection as she applied lip gloss. Sensing something amiss, she pivoted abruptly to face you.

“Is this about Remus and Adeline?” Lily’s direct question made your stomach plummet.

“I, uh—no.” You stammered, feeling as startled as you looked by her inquiry.

“Godric, you’re a horrible liar.” Marlene remarked, tossing the tube of sparkly gloss onto her bed before striding over to her trunk and flinging it open. “It’s okay to miss your best friend. You two are practically glued to each other’s sides. I’m sure it’s odd not spending as much time with him anymore.”

Lily observed the subtle shift in your demeanor as Marlene spoke, although Marlene herself was entirely engrossed in rummaging through her clothes until she emitted a satisfied hum.

Shoving a floral sundress into your hands, Marlene declared, “Here, you’re not wearing your uniform tonight. Wearing something cute will make you feel better.” Your fingers traced over the silky material, white with colorful flowers scattered across it. Marlene observed as you held up the dress, eyeing the spaghetti straps and milkmaid top with uncertainty.

“It’s winter, Marlene.” You pointed out your tone laced with practicality.

“We’re inside. But if you do get cold, I’m sure Sirius would gladly warm you up.” Marlene chirped, grinning at your surprised expression.

“Sirius is not going to warm me up.” You grumbled as you stood up and headed to the bathroom with the dress in hand. With the door shut, you changed out of your uniform. You had to admit, the dress was pretty. Maybe Marlene was right; wearing something cute would boost your confidence and mood.

“Are you sure? You two have been awfully cozy lately!” Lily’s laughter laced her tone as she called through the door. You slipped the dress on, then twisted in front of the mirror to assess how it looked. Concluding that you liked it, you also appreciated how it made you feel slightly brighter. It reminded you of a summer spent in Italy with your parents, where you practically lived in sundresses.

You turn open the door and twirl for the girls, who squeal in appreciation. Marlene snatches the lip gloss she had tossed aside, grabbing at your cheeks to dot some on your lips.

“We haven’t been cozy. We’re just acting like friends do.” You mumble, your words slightly muffled from your cheeks being squished.

“Bullshit! You never snuggled Peter, never did with James before he got himself a girlfriend,” Marlene turned to wink at Lily. “Honestly, you never did with Remus either. But you and Sirius have been all over each other.”

“We have not!” You deny it, looking to Lily for support. But she only leans back on her hands and sends you a smug smile.

“The other day, I walked into the common room with James, and you were practically asleep on Sirius’ lap while he read to you.” Lily grins.

“He was reading to you? That’s the cutest thing I have ever heard. That’s your love language right there!” Marlene’s gasp was filled with awe, and you didn’t know how to respond. Because you had indeed fallen asleep on his lap while Sirius twirled a strand of your hair between his fingers absentmindedly as he read Pride and Prejudice to you. You hardly comprehended the story, too focused on Sirius’ voice and his gentle touch. It was the first time in weeks that you hadn’t thought of Remus.

“It was the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen Sirius do.” Lily agreed, nodding in approval. “I’m telling you, he has feelings for you. I’ve thought so ever since 5th year. He pretty much confirmed it when he gave you that red tulip.”

“A declaration of love!” Marlene practically sang, her excitement contagious.

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。.

As you reached the bottom step with Marlene and Lily, you let out a sigh. The common room was bustling, with students scattered everywhere, making the air feel stuffy and warm. You briefly pondered what James’ definition of a get-together was, because this felt more like a full-blown party.

“James said he invited hardly anyone.” You muttered to Lily, who nodded in agreement.

“He’s a social butterfly, you never know with him.” Lily replied with a shrug, craning her neck to spot James amidst the crowd. She eventually spotted him near the fireplace, engaged in lively conversation with Sirius and a few other members of the Quidditch team. You allowed Lily to lead you through the throng of people, observing the lively atmosphere around you. Marlene had already disappeared into the crowd, no doubt on a mission to find Dorcas.

You can hear him before you see him: Sirius’ hearty laugh resonates over the music and the crowd’s chatter. It’s a remarkable sound, drawing attention effortlessly. And there he is, standing tall next to James by the fireplace, a drink held casually in one hand while the other gestures animatedly as he converses with the guy beside him. Clad in a simple black T-shirt, Sirius exudes a captivating charm, and you can’t help but admire how good he looks in the flickering firelight.

Though you’d never admit it aloud, Lily had been onto something. You and Sirius had been spending an increasing amount of time together. True to his word, Sirius had been a genuine distraction from your heartache. The activities you once shared with Remus were gradually being replaced by moments with Sirius.

It was no longer Remus, who you sat next to in the morning. No longer Remus, who you reviewed your flashcards with.No longer Remus, who would sit with you next to Black Lake and chat about your latest book. And no longer Remus, who would hold your hand to calm your anxiety every time you had to speak up in front of the class.

But it wasn’t like you had asked Sirius to do any of these things. It was Sirius who had started it, not in an attempt to replace what you had with Remus, but to remind you that he was there for you. That he would do anything to make you feel loved. Sirius wasn’t doing any of this because he felt obligated. He did it because he wanted you to know that you weren’t alone and that he didn’t plan on leaving any time soon.

But there were things that Sirius did that Remus had never done. Every morning, a cup of your favorite tea awaited at your spot next to him. He carried one of your scrunchies in his bag because you could never keep track of them, even offering to tie your hair up for you. Each time he walked around Black Lake, he brought you back a red tulip, which you tucked into the vase on your desk next to the others. You were building up quite the collection. 

Sirius bursts into laughter, but his mirth is interrupted by James’ boisterous greeting. The sudden volume jerks your attention away from Sirius, and you find yourself facing Lily, who offers a halfhearted protest as James envelops her in a bear hug. You brace yourself as James turns his attention to you, lifting you up despite your protests about your dress. After he sets you down, a moment of imbalance is quickly rectified as you feel an arm slip around your waist, steadying you against someone’s chest.

“He’s had a few too many.” Sirius whispers into your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. You lean into his embrace, relishing the warmth and familiarity of his touch before turning around to face him.

With your palms pressed against his chest, you offer him a warm smile. “Hi.”

He still holds onto his drink, but his pointer finger slips under the strap of your dress, giving it a gentle tug. “This is cute,”he murmurs, his voice now hushed compared to the near shouting from a minute ago. His eyes meet yours, and you feel a wave of warmth spread through you. No one has ever looked at you the way he’s looking at you right now.

“Thank you.” You reply softly, surprised at the tenderness in your own voice. But you know he hears you as he smiles before turning back to the conversation he was having with a few other guys.

Pushing down your disappointment, you adjust the straps of your dress and take a breath, scanning the room for someone else to chat with. However, Sirius surprises you by wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you gently into his side. He continues to talk, his voice much quieter this time, but the three subtle squeezes let you know he’s still there if you need him.

Lily catches your eye and mouths, “I told you so.”

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。.

You hadn’t intended to eavesdrop, it was just a coincidence that you found yourself in the vicinity at that moment. 

“You know, everyone thought you and Y/n were gonna get together.” Peter remarks, nudging Remus in the side. Remus turns to him, likely taken aback. From your vantage point, you can’t see their faces, but you recognize their silhouettes.They’re seated together on one of the couches, engaged in quiet conversation amid the lively atmosphere of the party. You had briefly slipped away from Sirius to grab a drink, but now you’re starting to regret your decision.

“Y/n and I?” Remus’s response is laced with surprise, confirming your suspicions. You stand frozen, a few feet away from the couch, feeling your stomach plummet. 

“Yeah, I think most people thought you already were. I mean, you guys spent so much time together.” Peter continues, oblivious to the impact of his words. You try to avoid lingering on the past tense word.

“No, never,” Remus hastily interjects. “I don’t think I could think of Y/n like that.” His words landed like a heavy blow to your chest. You feel a pang of disappointment and hurt ripple through you, sitting heavy in your stomach. With tears threatening to spill from your eyes, you pivot on your heel and stride purposefully toward your dormitory.

As you navigate through the bustling crowd, your lips utter excuse me, and I need to get through in a mechanical cadence. Each step feels heavier than the last, burdened by the weight of Remus’s words and the shattered illusions they bring.

Finally, the door to your dormitory swings shut behind you with a resounding thud, the noise a stark contrast to the chaos of the party below. Alone in the silence of your room, you confront the raw emotions swirling within you, grappling with the harsh reality of unrequited feelings.

Tears blur your vision so severely that you nearly trip over your shoes in your haste to remove them. With trembling hands, you toss the covers over your body, seeking refuge in the soft embrace of your bed. You bury your face into the welcoming embrace of your pillow, heedless of the inevitable mascara stains that will be left behind. A strangled sob escapes your lips, muffled by the sanctuary of your pillow, as you grapple with the overwhelming wave of emotions crashing over you.

The noise of the party downstairs serves as a comforting cloak, allowing you to release your emotions freely and without judgment.

The abruptness with which Remus shut down any possibility of harboring feelings for you cuts deep, like a dagger to the heart. The ache in your chest feels all-consuming, a relentless reminder that you will never be with him. Despite the rational part of your mind knowing that his affection for Adeline precludes any possibility of reciprocating your feelings, the emotional turmoil still wreaks havoc on your fragile heart.

In the solitude of your room, you allow yourself to cry. With each passing moment, the ache in your chest deepens.

“Y/n? Oh, Godric.” Lily exclaims, rushing to your side with concern etched across her features. She gathers your hair away from your tear-streaked face, her eyes taking in the sight before her: cheeks flushed and blotchy, mascara-tinged tears tracing down your cheeks, your hair in disarray. She had sensed something amiss when she spotted you hurrying up the stairs, but the depth of your distress caught her off guard.

“Y/n, what can I do? Do you want a glass of water? Can I, uh...” Lily’s voice trembles with worry as she looks around the room, searching for anything that might bring you comfort. She’s witnessed your tears before, but never like this, leaving her feeling utterly helpless.

“I don’t need water. Can you...” Your voice breaks, choked with emotion, making it difficult to articulate your thoughts.

Lily watches as you clutch your pillow tighter, waiting for your next words. “Can I what?” She prompts gently.

“I just need...” You falter, another sob escaping your lips. “Sirius. I need Sirius.”

Without hesitation, Lily nods, determined to find Sirius and bring him to your side. As she exits your dorm, you sink deeper into your pillow, allowing the tears to flow freely. Your mind races with questions, grappling with how to face Remus again and feign normalcy.

You’re not completely taken aback by his words; the past few weeks have allowed you to gradually accept that Remus may not share your feelings. Yet, processing this realization privately was less painful than hearing his firm denial of any possibility of reciprocation. Perhaps there’s a tinge of sorrow in acknowledging this truth, as it signifies a shift in your relationship with Remus—one that might never be quite the same again. Accepting this reality proves to be a bitter pill to swallow.

“Angel,” Your body instinctively relaxes at the soothing sound of Sirius’s voice. The pillow is gently drawn from your grip, revealing Sirius’ concerned face as it comes into view. “What can I do? What do you need?” He asks, his tone brimming with genuine concern and care.

Kneeling by the side of your bed, his eyes brim with concern, evoking emotion that threatens to overwhelm you once more. You lie on your side, facing him, your makeup smudged and your eyes swollen from tears. Despite your disheveled appearance, he finds you the most beautiful girl in the world.

“Hold on.” He murmurs softly before disappearing into your bathroom. The sound of running water fills the silence, a gentle reminder of his comforting presence. Moments later, he returns with a damp cloth in hand, his touch gentle yet firm as he kneels before you. With tender care, he cradles your jaw, his movements deliberate as he gently wipes away the remnants of makeup from your face, his actions speaking volumes of his unwavering support and affection.

“All clean,” he whispers softly, discarding the cloth onto the ground with the intention of dealing with it later. “What do you need?”

“You.” You sniffle, tugging gently at his hand to convey your desire for him to join you in bed. Without hesitation, Sirius kicks off his shoes and slips under the covers beside you. With a tender gesture, he reaches out, his hand gently brushing the hair away from your face as he settles in beside you. Your faces hover mere inches apart, a tantalizing proximity that he tries to distract from by focusing on the simple task of brushing your hair away, the urge to kiss you tugging at the corners of his mind.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pull you away from the party.” You murmur apologetically, your gaze meeting his. His eyes snap to yours, a flicker of offense crossing his features.

“I would drop anything for you.” He responds earnestly, his sincerity shining through in his words, leaving no room for doubt. A sharp inhale escapes your lips as you stare back at him, the weight of his commitment settling between you.

“What happened, angel?” He asks gently, his eyes reflecting a hint of guilt for prying. As your eyes well up with tears once more, Sirius feels a pang of remorse for pressing the matter. He’s about to apologize and suggest forgetting about it when you offer an answer, leaving him momentarily speechless.

“I overheard Peter and Remus.” You confess, your voice trembling with vulnerability. Sirius forces down the surge of jealousy that threatens to consume him at the mention of Remus. 

“Peter told him that everyone thought he and I would get together.” You continue, your words hanging in the air, heavy with disappointment and hurt. Sirius listens attentively, his heart aching for the pain etched in your voice.

“Remus told him that he couldn’t ever see me like that.” You reveal, your voice wavering with emotion. “I know it’s stupid since he has a girlfriend, but — “You pause to draw in a shuddering breath, and Sirius gently brushes away the tears that cascade down your cheeks and over the bridge of your nose.

“It hurt,” you confess, the rawness of your emotions laid bare. “That he’s never once seen me the way I have always seen him. We’ve always been just friends, and it sucks.” Each word carries the weight of your longing and disappointment.

Sirius sighs, his voice tinged with empathy, “I love Remus, I do, but he can be blind sometimes. So in his head and down on himself that he misses what’s in front of him. And he truly missed out on the most perfect girl there is. But I promise you that there is a guy out there who will recognize what an angel you are, and he won’t ever let you go.”

Your eyes well up with tears again, and Sirius starts to panic that he said something wrong. But then you’re wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your head into the crook of his neck.

Your voice is muffled as you speak, “Please stay here with me tonight?”

“Whatever you want, angel.” Sirius responds tenderly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, knowing there is no way he’d ever be able to deny you.

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。.

James looks bewildered. “You aren’t going to sit with us?” He asks, confusion evident in his voice.

You stand behind your typical spot, observing the boys’ reactions as they stare at you as though you’ve just delivered the worst news imaginable. For years, ever since you had met the boys, you had been sitting with them every day. This spot held a sense of familiarity and comfort, a symbol of your friendship with them. Thus, your decision to sit with the girls today comes as a major surprise.

Lily, Marlene, and Dorcas occupy seats further down the table. While they would occasionally join your circle, especially after Lily and James got together, Lily had once confided in you that she valued having space and prioritizing her friendships, too; she didn’t want to spend all her time with James. To everyone’s surprise, James had been okay with this arrangement and had even agreed.

“I’m going to sit down the table with the girls. You’ll still be able to see me; we can wave at each other!” You offer James a hopeful smile, but he shakes his head, letting out a dramatic sigh.

Pointing his fork in your direction, James asserts, “It’s not the same, and you know it.”

“Sit with us, I feel like I hardly see you.” Remus protests and your stomach sinks as you make eye contact with him. Ever since you overheard Remus tell Peter he didn’t have feelings for you, you had been finding every excuse possible to avoid him.

It’s been a week since the party, and you can now admit that you’ve successfully avoided any alone time with Remus. By now, it’s clear he senses something amiss. Every time he tries to approach you, you have an excuse ready for why you can’t study together again or why you can’t chat. What’s worse is that it’s only him you’re avoiding. You still engage in normal chats with Peter in the common room and banter back and forth with James as usual. And Sirius, well, you hardly leave his side. Wherever you go, Sirius isn’t far away, a constant presence by your side.

Not only that, but it seemed as if you couldn’t get enough of each other—cuddled up on the common room couch, shoulder to shoulder during meals, and always side by side while walking to Black Lake. Sirius and you were growing increasingly closer with each passing day.

It was driving Remus crazy.

He looks at you pleadingly, his expression betraying the torment of seeing you drift away from him. You know his distress can’t stem solely from your decision to sit with the girls. He started pulling away first, you think bitterly.

“Just wanted to spend some time with the girls, switch things up.” You explain with a casual shrug, feeling a sense of awkwardness creeping over you as you shift on your feet. Remus wears a disappointed expression, while James and Peter appear to have already moved on, engaged in a bickering match over who gets the last orange.

“You’ve been switching things up quite a bit lately.” Remus grumbles under his breath, his voice barely audible over the morning chatter in the dinning hall. Only Adeline catches his words as she pulls away to glance at his face, startled by the bitterness in his tone. Unaware of her scrutiny, Remus remains fixated on you, his expression betraying a mixture of longing and frustration.

“Okay, well, I’ll catch you guys later.” You announce with a smile, and at that moment, Sirius glances up at you. He wants to tell you how much he’ll miss you. Every morning, he eagerly anticipates the sight of your smile, the way you playfully bump your shoulder into his once you take your spot beside him. Your laughter and sweet smile are the highlights of his morning routine.

He’d gladly join you for breakfast with the girls if you asked.

To everyone’s surprise, you sling your arms around Sirius’ shoulders and tilt your head forward, looking at him from the side. Caught off guard, Sirius freezes in your embrace, trying desperately not to read too much into your unexpected touch.

“I’ll wait for you so we can walk to class together. I’ll miss you.” You whisper, your lips pressing gently onto his cheek. A faint pink sheen of your lipgloss remains on his skin in the shape of your lips, a subtle reminder of your affection.

Before he can respond, you’re already pulling away, leaving Sirius to watch you walk back to the girls. His cheeks flush, his mouth slightly parted in surprise. Remus narrows his eyes at the mark you’ve left behind while Adeline observes the interaction between Sirius and Remus, sensing Remus’s agitation.

James lets out a low whistle. “She’ll miss you, will she?” he remarks, his tone laced with amusement and curiosity.

“Oh fuck off, mate.” Sirius grumbles before taking a sip of his tea to try and hide his smile.

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。.

You sigh, slumping down in your chair, “I don’t think I can handle another flashcard.”

Sirius glances up from across the table, finding you lost in contemplation as you stare out the window. It’s midday, and the sun’s gentle rays illuminate the library, casting a warm glow despite the lingering chill outside. You both share the longing to step into the crisp air outdoors, yet Sirius remained steadfast in his commitment to assisting you with your studies.

“Do you wanna take a break?” Sirius asks, his gaze meeting yours as you glance up from the pile of books and notes spread out before you. Your lips press together, betraying the weight of your internal debate about whether you can afford to step away from your tasks.

“Come on, we can go for a walk.” He encourages, his tone gentle yet persuasive as he begins to gather his belongings, preparing to pack his bag.

You concede, “A quick walk.”

The fresh air and the warmth of the sun against your skin felt rejuvenating after spending hours cooped up in the library. Your body ached, and your brain felt numb from the relentless studying. The only thing that kept you going was Sirius, who would slip you pieces of chocolate every time you answered a question correctly. Without him, you would have abandoned your studies hours ago.

As you walk, both of you are enveloped in a quiet tranquility, lost in your own thoughts. It’s a comfortable silence where neither of you feels compelled to fill the gaps with conversation. Instead, you simply bump into each other occasionally, exchanging shy smiles that speak volumes without a single word being uttered.

“Where are you taking me, Black?” You finally inquire, noting the direction as you pass Black Lake. You stroll leisurely, savoring the symphony of birdsong in the trees and the distant chatter of other students gradually fading into the background. Leaves shudder in response to the gentle breeze, prompting you to wrap your robes tighter around your body. Winter is approaching, and the biting chill in the air serves as a stark reminder of the season’s impending arrival.

Sirius smiles in response, his expression warm and inviting, “Somewhere I think you’ll like.”

“Have I been there before?” You cast a glance at him, observing his wind-blown hair, cheeks flushed pink from the cold, and his bottom lip gently caught between his teeth.

“I hope not.” He responds honestly, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. The possibility lingers, given that the boys are familiar with this field as well. The mere thought of Remus bringing you here tightens his chest. After all, you and Remus often took walks together, so it wouldn’t be too surprising if he had.

Would Remus have brought you here, though? Sirius contemplates quietly. He’s never heard you mention it, but he knows you would have. You’ve always cherished exploring the castle and eagerly shared your discoveries with the boys.

Sirius is startled when you suddenly gasp, excitement laced in your tone, “Oh my Godric. Is that a field of tulips?”

Sirius feels his heart swell at the excitement in your voice. Before he can respond, you stride ahead of him, drawn to the swath of red flowers like a magnet. He remains where he stands, content to watch you as you explore the vibrant field.

A pang of longing washes over him as he wishes he had Lily’s muggle camera. This moment would undoubtedly be captured and proudly displayed above his desk among his collection of Polaroids.

“C’mere!” You call out excitedly, your hand extended towards him. Sirius grins, his heart lightening at your enthusiasm as he walks over to join you. Once he reaches you, he gladly grasps your hand, feeling a rush of warmth at the connection.

You lead him further into the field, your laughter carrying on the gentle breeze. Finally, you drop into the middle of the sea of tulips, tugging him along with you, and for a moment, the world feels suspended in the beauty of the moment.

Tilting your head towards the sun, you sigh happily. “I didn’t know this was here,” you remark, your voice filled with wonder.

“Found it with the boys weeks ago.” Sirius responds, his fingers idly twirling a blade of grass he plucked from the ground.

“Did you pick the tulips you gave me from here?” You inquire, your voice soft with curiosity. Sirius nods in response, a faint blush gracing his cheeks as he recalls the memory. He’s relieved that your eyes are still closed, blissfully unaware of his flustered state.

For a few minutes, a comfortable silence settles between you both, allowing the tranquility of the moment to envelop you like a warm embrace.

“Can I tell you something?” You ask, tilting your head back down to look at him, your gaze soft yet curious.

“Anything.” Sirius replies, his voice filled with warmth and genuine interest.

“I’ve never been given flowers before. Whenever you give me a tulip, it’s the highlight of my day.” You admit softly, shifting so you’re sitting with your legs crossed, a vulnerable honesty coloring your words.

“You’ve never been given flowers? Ever?” Sirius questions, his surprise evident in his tone and expression. You shake your head in response, confirming his disbelief.

He can’t even fathom it. How could no one ever have given you flowers before? How does the girl who constantly doodles flowers on her notes never receive them? The thought perplexes him, stirring a mix of incredulity and a newfound determination to ensure you receive the appreciation you deserve.

“Guess I’ll be making up for that then.” Sirius decides, his voice showing determination as he sends you a devastating smile. Your stomach flutters at the sight.

“Sirius.” You say softly, drawing his attention.

“What, angel?” He responds, his tone gentle and attentive.

“Thank you. For being by my side through everything.” You express with sincerity, your voice filled with gratitude. 

In the past few weeks, Sirius has been a constant presence by your side. Whenever Remus kissed Adeline, Sirius would offer a comforting touch, silently understanding your feelings. He’d weave silly stories to divert your attention from Adeline’s flirtations with Remus, ensuring you never felt alone for even a moment.

He grins in response, “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

“Nowhere else, huh?” Your tone is teasing, and Sirius merely rolls his eyes at you, a playful glint dancing in his eyes. You observe him as he picks tulips one by one, gradually assembling a bundle in his hand. Watching him put together a bouquet that you know he will give you fills you with a sense of anticipation. Everything about sitting in a field of flowers with Sirius makes you feel lightheaded as if you’re caught in a blissful dream.

Come to think of it, lately, every time Sirius did something for you, it left you feeling dizzy.

“You know it’s true. I ditched Hogsmeade this weekend to spend time with you in the library.” Sirius says, a hint of amusement in his voice as he recalls the decision.

“That’s true, but I did advise you against it. I doubt a day in the library is much of a weekend highlight for you.” You reply, raising an eyebrow playfully.

“If you think seeing you surrounded by a field of flowers isn’t a weekend highlight, then you’re sorely mistaken. Easily a monthly highlight for me.” Sirius adds, his eyes sparkling with fondness as he gazes at you amidst the scenic beauty.

“You flirt.” You giggle, your laughter echoing in the tranquil atmosphere, before reclining on the grass and shutting your eyes.

Sirius’ features soften at your playful remark. “Only for my favorite girl,” he responds tenderly, his voice carrying warmth and affection as he watches over you.

What started as a short walk stretched into two hours spent in the flower field, immersed in conversation and selecting the loveliest blooms together. By the end, Sirius presented you with a bundle of tulips in various hues. Upon entering your dorm room with the flowers in hand, Lily’s gasp was so pronounced that it startled you.

“Tell me that Sirius got you those.”

“He picked them for me.” You beam, offering the bouquet to Lily for her admiration. “I mean, I helped too, but it was mostly him.”

“Who knew that he was such a romantic?” Marlene gushed, sitting next to Lily on her bed to take a peek.

“I told you he’s into you! Look at these flowers!” Lily cried out, flopping back onto her bed with the flowers pressed into her chest. Marlene laughs from beside her.

You rolled your eyes affectionately, “We’re just friends.” Marlene scoffs.

“No, you’re not. That little stunt at breakfast you pulled this morning. Hugging him from behind and kissing him? Definitely not platonic.” Marlene remarks, her tone teasing yet observant. Embarrassment floods through you; you hadn’t planned on being so affectionate with Sirius; it just happened. You’re grateful Sirius didn’t bring it up; you probably would have collapsed if he had. 

“I just kissed his cheek!” You defend, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks.

Lily grins mischievously. “You should’ve seen how he looked at you when you walked away.”

“Totally lovesick!” Marlene exclaims, adding her enthusiastic agreement to Lily’s observation.

“Both of you are being ridiculous. He doesn’t have feelings for me, and even if he did, I need to get over Remus first.”Taking the bouquet from Lily, you stride toward your desk to add them to your glass jar full of other flowers. You’re almost out of the room. Soon you’ll have to pluck out the ones that are dropping, but you don’t have the heart to do it yet.

The girls were fully aware of the situation. You explained to them why you were so upset the morning after the party. There was no way you could have pretended like something wasn’t wrong. With Sirius sleeping in your bed and your swollen eyes, there was no hiding anything.

“First?” Lily’s voice carries a hint of excitement, exchanging a giddy look with Marlene.

You pivot, leaning against your desk. “What?”

“You said first. Like once you get over Remus, you could see yourself being with Sirius.”

“No, I didn’t.” You protest, embarrassment flooding your stomach.

Marlene’s grin widens mischievously as she exchanges a knowing glance with Lily. “Oh, but you did. We both heard you.”

A nervous laugh escapes your lips as you playfully roll your eyes, “Oh, fuck off, guys.” 

Your friends continue to tease you, their laughter filling the room. Perhaps you were starting to form feelings for Sirius, but you preferred to keep them close to your heart, away from the probing eyes of Lily and Marlene, who always seemed to pick up on every subtle shift in your emotions.

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。.

“There you are! I was worried sick!” James exclaims as Sirius opens the door to the dorm. Remus glances up from his book, while Peter remains focused on his homework, unfazed by James’ dramatics. Sirius, lost in memories of his afternoon with you, barely registers James’ words as he flops onto his bed, a goofy smile lingering on his lips.

It’s only when James tosses his pillow at Sirius that he snaps back to reality.

“Oi! What was that for?” Sirius protests, finally acknowledging James’ presence with a bemused expression.

“You’re ignoring me!” James accuses, crossing his arms.

Sirius stammers, “I wasn’t! I was just — “

James interrupts, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “Daydreaming about Y/n? What did you two get up to anyways?”

Remus stiffens, lowering his book to look at Sirius, “You were with Y/n today?”

Sirius sits back up and exchanges a tense glance with Remus, “Yeah, I was.”

He turns to James, “Helped her study a bit.” He neglects to mention the flower field, wanting to keep that memory to himself. Plus, he knows the boys will tease them every chance they get.

James stares at Sirius, incredulity flashing across his face. “That’s all? Sounds boring. Should’ve come to Hogsmeade with us.”

Sirius is about to respond when Remus interjects, his tone betraying a hint of disbelief. “I’m sorry. You turned down Hogsmeade to study? With Y/n?” His eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

“Yes.” Sirius says plainly.

“I’ll ask her to study.” Remus assures, as if that would settle Sirius.

Sirius shrugs, his tone nonchalant. “No need, mate. I’ve got her.”

Remus furrows his brow, considering Sirius’s response. “I can still ask her, give her another option,” he suggests casually, but there’s an undertone of something that Sirius can’t quite decipher.

Sirius tenses, meeting Remus’s gaze head-on. He’s unsure if Remus is hinting at something deeper or if he’s simply offering another study option. Nevertheless, Sirius feels a pang of reluctance at the thought of giving up his time with you, even for studying.

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。.

Peter huffed, practically slamming himself on the couch next to you, his frustration evident in the way he dropped onto the couch. “Remus and Adeline are getting on my last nerve.”

James glanced up from where he was sitting across from you, his attention momentarily diverted from the game of cards. His eyebrows raised in curiosity as he observed Peter’s demeanor. “They makin’ out in the dorm again?” he questioned, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

You turn your head to hide your reaction, your stomach churning with familiar discomfort. After nearly two months of their relationship, you still felt uneasy hearing about them together, effectively reminding you of your lingering feelings for Remus.

It would be a lie to say that your feelings for Remus hadn’t changed. In fact, you were beginning to notice a subtle shift in your perspective, a gradual easing of the discomfort that once swarmed your chest at the sight of him and Adeline together. That twinge of jealousy you used to feel when looking at them was easing up, instead being replaced by a dull ache in your chest.

You found yourself increasingly preoccupied with thoughts of Sirius, his smile and the memories of your time together occupying your mind more frequently than before. You caught yourself smiling at the little moments you shared, replaying conversations and gestures, finding comfort in the warmth of his presence even when he wasn’t around.

Peter shook his head against the cushion, his expression irritated. “No, they’re bickering. They’ve been at it for nearly twenty minutes. Couldn’t get a damn thing done on this essay.”

James wore a look of surprise as he arched his eyebrow, “They’re fighting?”

Peter looked away from the fire to glance over at James blankly, “No, bickering. There’s a difference.” His tone is matter-of-fact and laced with frustration.

“We’ll be quiet, Peter. Work on your essay.” You promise, sending the blond boy a soft smile.

James’ lips curve in a mischievous grin, eyes lit up with amusement, “Guess all relationships have to come out of the honeymoon phase.” He quips, tone playful with satisfaction. Peter sighs, tipping his head back onto the headrest of the couch like he can’t take anymore.

“James, it’s your turn.” You call, the gentle tap of your pointer finger against the cards catches his attention. His eyes flicker down to the cards sprawled between you both before glancing back up at you.

“Did you at least appreciate my pun?” He asks, a hopeful upturn of his lips present.

“It was wonderful.” You affirm, voice soft as if you’re telling a young child that their artwork is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen.

James’s face lights up with a satisfied smile, and his voice is full of teasing gratitude, “Thank you, Y/n. I knew you would have my back.”

“What does she have your back about?” Sirius’ voice cuts through the air, his sudden appearance causing you and James to glance over at him. Peter opens one eye as Sirius sits on the couch next to him.

James stares at the cards while debating his next move, “She appreciates me for who I am. Maybe you should take some notes from her.” 

Sirius hardly hears James. Instead, his eyes flicker over to you. He finds himself entranced by the subtle movements of your features, the way your eyebrows furrow in playful impatience as you await James to decide. The glow from the fire is dancing over your face, and he has the urge to reach out and touch your cheek, tracing over where the heat has touched. You look gorgeous like this, drenched in the soft light of the fire and so at ease. The words are at the tip of his tongue, but he swallows them down.

As your eyes meet his, a gentle smile graces your lips, and Sirius feels his stomach flip and heart stutter. You’re looking at him with so much warmth that you could rival the fire next to you, and he knows he never wants to forget the way you’re looking at him.

Amidst the crackle of the fire and the soft murmurs of the surrounding conversations, it’s then that Sirius is struck by the sudden realization that sends shockwaves throughout his entire body. He is hit with the truth that he’s been avoiding for ages; he is entirely and desperately in love with you.

Sirius grapples with a fact that feels almost suffocating in its intensity. His gaze falls to his lap, the reality of his situation weighing heavily upon him. He’s in love with a girl who holds feelings for someone else. Not just someone else, but Remus. His best mate, who, as of lately, has shown increasing concern about the nature of your relationship with Sirius. The way he pinches his brows together when you laugh at a joke Sirius makes, the subtle shifts in his demeanor whenever you show Sirius affection, it’s all Sirius can focus on. Remus sees you in a different light, and it’s making Sirius uneasy.

And so, he sits in silence, grappling with the truth that he’s fallen for a girl that will never be his.

“Sirius,” You say softly, your hand gently resting atop his, hoping to bring him back from his thoughts. His eyes dart up to meet yours, and you smile softly. “You okay? You’re quiet.”

No, he isn’t. 

But instead, he offers a reassuring smile and squeezes your hand, “I’m okay, angel. Just tired.”

“Not too tired to lose to me in cards, are you?” James interjects, sporting a cocky grin and cracking his knuckles in intimidation. “I’m tired of playing with Y/n. She wins every time.”

Sirius laughs, hauling himself off the couch to sit beside you both before shuffling the cards.

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。.

“Y/n.” You startle at Remus’ voice, nearly spilling your cup of tea down your front. He sends you a soft smile, sitting beside you on the couch. You set your tea on the table next to you. Sitting up and shifting your legs to the side and underneath you, you make room for him. The way you were stretched out before hardly allowed him any room.

“Rem.” You greet him, sending him a gentle smile. The corners of his mouth lift at the nickname; he hasn’t heard it for a while.

He leans back against the couch, gaze firm on you, “How was your day?” His voice is gentle and soothing. His voice was always one of your favorite things about him, always a source of comfort to you.

“It’s been alright, not too much to say about it,” Your left shoulder lifts up into a shrug, and you rest your right arm against the couch to prop your head up. Bodies both facing each other. “How was yours?”

“James nearly singed off my eyebrows in potions.” He says amusedly. He’s got bags under his, and his body seems tired. You cringe when you remember the full moon was just a few days ago.

“Not entirely surprising.” You remark with a laugh, mind trailing to all the times James had proved himself not the best partner. As much as you loved James, his tendency to get distracted had cost you during classes plenty of times before. 

“How’s Adeline?” You ask politely, the words coming out with practiced ease despite the uncomfortable feeling in your stomach. Remus’s smile falters, and he lets out a sigh, gaze drifting away from you.

“I don’t know.” He admits, hand coming up to run through his hair. He won’t meet your eye.

“You don’t know?” Your brow is quirks in curiosity, and genuine concern is etched onto your features. Memories of Peter complaining about the two bickering flickers back from a week ago.

“She’s not happy.” Remus confesses, his tone is heavy with resignation. “Disappearing for a couple days doesn’t exactly make me boyfriend of the year.”

You nod sympathetically. You understand, if you were in the dark about your boyfriend’s whereabouts for a couple days, you would be upset as well.

“Are you going to tell her?” You asked gently. It felt weird to talk to Remus again after going nearly two months without much interaction. All your time used to be spent with Remus, but Sirius seems to have taken that spot nowadays.

His gaze meets yours as he nervously bites at his bottom lip, he seems apprehensive, “I don’t know if she could handle it.”

“Rem,” You begin, voice soft and resolute, a reflection of the support you have always offered him. Despite the change in your relationship, your commitment to being there for him remains. “She deserves to know, especially if the two of you want to be together.”

His brows are pinched tightly together as he wrings his hands together, “What if she doesn’t take it well? What if she tells-”

You interject gently, “You’ve been dating two months, you should have a feel for how she would react.” 

He meets your eye with an uncertainty, “Y/n.”

“Yeah?” You respond, voice quiet.

“I don’t know if I can tell her. I don’t think it will be as easy as telling you was.”

“You shouldn’t compare her to me.”

“But I do.” Remus whispers, the gravity of his admission catching you off guard. His shoulders are hunched over as he rests his elbows on his knees, hands still nervously wringing together as he looks over at you.

Your breath is caught in your throat. You break eye contact to clear your throat, shifting uneasily on the couch.

“Adeline is your girlfriend, and I’m just your friend. You really shouldn’t compare us, Rem. If you want to be with Adeline, you should really think about telling her.” You murmur, truth stinging as it leaves your mouth.

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。.

Marlene sighs, her voice laced with playful incredulity, “Sometimes I wonder how James Potter managed to get you.”Sirius barks out a laugh from his spot across from you, his amusement echoing around the room. Lily’s mischievous grin widens as she shoots a playful wink at Marlene, enjoying the banter.

“I’m a damn catch, McKinnon!” James retorts dramatically, pulling Lily even closer into his side, the affection between them palpable. Lily leans up to press a kiss on James’ jaw, a tender moment amidst the playful teasing.

“That lapdance you just gave your girlfriend? Horrific.” Marlene shakes her head with exaggerated disdain, her expression a mix of amusement and mock disgust.

“If ou didn’t wanna see it, then you wouldn’t have dared me to do it.” James fires back with a smirk, the competitive edge still in his tone.

You’re all gathered in a circle, indulging in a juvenile game of truth or dare. The boys took charge, rearranging the furniture into a circle so everyone could sit comfortably.

Marlene had insisted upon it, likely hoping to be roped into a dare that would bring her closer to Dorcas. 

You’re seated on one of the couches beside Lily, with James on her other side and Peter beside him. Adeline occupies the space to Peter’s left, seated next to Remus on one of the smaller couches. Sirius has claimed an armchair for himself. Marlene and Dorcas are cozied up in another armchair, much to Marlene’s delight over the seating arrangement.

While Remus had yet to tell Adeline about his lycanthropy, he was attempting to make amends with her. You sent him a sweet smile and thumbs up when you saw them walking in together. It was clearly tense between the two, but that was to be expected.

Amidst the laughter and playful exchanges, you had failed to notice the tension simmering between Sirius and Remus, evident in the disgruntled glances they exchanged at being seated next to each other.

James turns to you with a devious grin, “My sweet Y/n, you will be picking dare.”

“Excuse me? You can’t pick for me!” You retort, sending James an incredulous look.

“But I have the best dare for you!” James insists, leaning closer with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“No.” You refuse, shaking your head slightly.

“Y/n, please.” He pleads, attempting to send you puppy dog eyes. Marlene snorts from beside you.

Lily sighs, “Y/n, do the dare. He will beg you all night.” You roll your eyes, letting out a sigh that immediately lets James know you have given in.

“Kiss the person you are most attracted to in this room.” Your stomach sinks like a stone, regretting your lack of resistance to James. The group around you comes alive with oohs, except for Remus and Sirius, who sit uneasily, their expressions displaying discomfort.

“Absolutely not. I can’t!” Sirius feels sick. You’re refusing because you can’t kiss Remus- that has to be it. 

“Sorry, can’t back out now! Make your way over to the lucky person.” James sounds far too cheery to be sorry.

The tension in the air becomes palpable as everyone awaits your decision. You draw in a deep breath, summoning your courage before rising to your feet and crossing the room toward him. The anticipation is almost tangible as your friends murmur excitedly, their eyes fixed on you.

You come to a sudden halt, feeling your knees bump against his as he instinctively sits straighter in his chair. Sensing your approach, he spreads his thighs slightly, silently inviting you to take the space between them. His demeanor shifts, a mix of anticipation and apprehension evident in his expression.

“Might make it easier if you sit in his lap.” Marlene suggests with a mischievous grin, earning a pointed glare from you over your shoulder.

“You can, angel.” He murmurs sweetly, reaching out to gently grasp your hand, his touch reassuring and electric. 

You let out a shaky sigh, feeling a rush of nerves as you ease yourself into his lap, your knees sinking into the cushion and your thighs naturally bracketing his. Ignoring the whistles and playful comments that ring out from your friends, you focus on the warmth of his body beneath you, the steady rhythm of his breath, and the way his hands hover uncertainly before settling lightly on your hips.

“We’re waiting!” James calls out, amusement laced in his tone, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Feeling a rush of determination, you gently bring your hand to his cheek, the warmth of his skin sending a shiver down your spine and lowering your head towards his. He’s quick to meet you, his breath mingling with yours, noses bumping softly in a moment of sweet anticipation.

He’s patient, his breath mixing with yours as he waits for you to make the first move. With a tender touch, you tilt your face closer, feeling the gentle brush of your lips against his in the softest kiss. For a fleeting moment, you both linger there, foreheads pressed together, lost in the moment’s intimacy.

“Tell me this isn’t because you couldn’t kiss him.” His voice is raspy, filled with longing, sending your mind spiraling. His voice is quiet, ensuring that no one will hear him but you.

“You’re the only one I thought of.” You admit softly, hoping you don’t sound nearly as wrecked as you feel.

Sirius surges forward, his lips meeting yours with a passion that catches you off guard, causing a surprised moan to settle in your throat, lost in the whirlwind of sensations and emotions. Your friends’ whistles and hollers fade into the background, overshadowed by the intensity of your focus on Sirius.

Your fingers weave through his hair, a silent plea to draw him closer, to merge the space between you. His hand glides from your hip, settling tenderly against your cheek, his thumb tracing gentle circles across your skin. When you roll your hips involuntarily, Sirius lets out a tortured groan and your blood simmers.

“Okay, okay! We’ve seen enough!” James hollers, his voice breaking you both out of the moment. As James’s voice echoes through the air, you part from Sirius, the gravity of what you have both just done settles in. Your chests heave in unison, lips swollen from kisses and cheeks flushed.

Frozen, you and Sirius sit there, stunned, oblivious to the teasing of your friends. The air crackles with tension as you both lock gazes, the desire to lean in and kiss him again overwhelming you.

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。.

Your mind remains frazzled in the aftermath of kissing Sirius. No matter how much you attempt to push it away, it’s as though your body stubbornly clings to the memory of his lips upon yours, as if you’re still nestled in his lap, feeling the gentle pressure of his hands on your hips. Both of you exchanged shy smiles as you gently slid off his lap, yet inside, your stomach churned with disappointment at the prospect of returning to your previous seat. Truthfully, you wanted to linger longer, to settle beneath his arm, and remain close to him.

In all honesty, Remus didn’t even flicker into your thoughts when James issued his dare. The realization of this truth sends a shiver down your spine. When had Sirius managed to steal the place in your thoughts that Remus had held for so long?

Perhaps it was in the way he had cared for you like no one else ever had.

The sight of a steaming cup of tea, reliably waiting for you in your designated spot at the table. Even when he could have been enjoying himself in Hogsmeade, he chose to stay behind and help you study, just because you mentioned not having Remus to study with. And the simple yet heartfelt gesture of presenting you with fresh tulips just because you mentioned you had never gotten flowers before.

How had you moved on from Remus without even noticing? Perhaps that subtle ache in your chest whenever you glanced at Remus and Adeline stemmed from the change in friendship between you both. Maybe those tear-filled initial weeks spent with Sirius comforting you were a form of grieving the relationship that could never be with Remus. 

While Sirius helped you to get over Remus, he had been gently guiding you toward developing feelings for him instead without even realizing it.

After watching your kiss with Sirius, Remus withdrew from the game entirely. The memory of your intimate moment with Sirius replayed incessantly in his mind, each repetition adding to the sting in his chest. In a fleeting moment of vulnerability, he had allowed himself to entertain the hope that it might have been him you chose to kiss. However, the presence of Adeline at his side swiftly extinguished that flicker of optimism, leaving him feeling profoundly disappointed and conflicted with himself.

The sight of Sirius enveloping you in his arms, and the undeniable chemistry between the two of you, stirred a thick feeling of dread in his stomach.

Each soft kiss, each exchanged glance, seemed to intensify the bitter pang of jealousy gnawing at his insides. It was as though a veil had been lifted, revealing a reality he had been trying to deny—the depth of his feelings for you. And the realization that he might lose you for good.

“Remus! Truth or dare?”’ Dorcas inquired, her eyes alight with mischief.

Remus let out a resigned sigh; he wasn’t particularly in the mood to deal with a dare.

“Truth,” he replied, hoping for a relatively simple question.

Dorcas wasted no time in posing her question, a soft smile playing on her lips. “Who was your first big crush?”

The simplicity of the question drew an immediate protest from James. “Lame!” he squawked, his tone dripping with dissatisfaction. “Ask him something better.”

Marlene swiftly came to Dorcas’s defense, her voice laced with defiance. “Back off, James,” she retorted sharply. “She can ask whatever the hell she wants,” She bit out before turning to Dorcas. “Great question, love.” Her words sounded entirely lovesick.

“Uh, my first big crush was Y/n.” Remus confessed, his gaze darting toward you, eager to gauge your reaction amidst the tension. However, he failed to notice the subtle tensing of Adeline beside him, her expression morphing into one of disbelief as his words hung in the air.

Your brows furrowed, a mixture of confusion and frustration etched across your features as you processed Remus’s unexpected admission. The weight of his words lingered, casting a palpable awkwardness over the group as you responded with an unimpressed look.

Sirius felt a surge of nausea rising within him, his gaze narrowing at Remus before anxiously darting over to you, waiting with bated breath to see how you would react to Remus’s unexpected confession. Each second felt like an eternity as he searched for any sign of your thoughts or emotions, his heart pounding in his chest with a mixture of dread and anticipation.

As he watched your expression carefully, Sirius couldn’t help but wonder what you were thinking. Were you filled with hope at his confession? Did you still want him?

“That’s not funny, Rem.” You retort, sending him an entirely unimpressed look.

“I’m not joking.” He insists, his voice has a hint of vulnerability in it. Adeline sends him an incredulous look, but his eyes are solely trained on you.

“That’s bullshit.” You countered, your voice laced with frustration as you pushed back. The tension between you and Remus was palpable, your friends watching both of you carefully. Unsure if they should intervene or not.

“It’s not. Started fourth year, I liked you for years.” Remus confesses, hand tugging through his hair in frustration.

“You said you would never have feelings for me.” Your brows are pinched in disbelief, your voice filled with hurt and frustration.

Remus looks entirely confused, “What are you talking about?”

“With Peter! At the party like a month ago.” You exclaim, memory fresh in your mind. While your feelings for Remus may have faded, the pain from his words hadn’t.

Remus shakes his head slowly, eyes searching yours for understanding, “I never said that, love.”

“You did. You told Peter, ‘I don’t think I could ever think about Y/n like that.’” You reiterated, your voice tinged with disappointment as Remus’s expression faltered, his own words echoing back to him.

“You didn’t hear the rest then.” He says, his voice filled with regret and desperation for you to understand.

Your frustration has bubbled to the surface, “Oh, great. So glad I didn’t stay to hear you continue about how awful it is that everyone thought we would end up together.” Your words are a mixture of sarcasm and hurt

“Y/n, I-“Remus began, his voice trailing off as you cut him off with a sharp interruption.

“Do you know what that feels like? To hear your best friend talk about you with so much disgust?” You demanded, the hurt evident in your voice as you confronted him head-on.

“I wasn’t disgusted!” Remus protested, his own frustration rising to meet yours. “You didn’t hear the rest!” He insisted, his tone tinged with desperation as he struggled to convey his side of the story.

“What else did you say?” It was Adeline who broke the tense silence, her voice cutting through the air like a knife. Remus’s gaze shifted to her, startled by her sudden interjection. Her expression was one of disbelief, her brows furrowed and her arms crossed tightly over her chest, a silent testament to her own confusion and dismay at the unfolding situation.

“I said I didn’t think I could think about you like that because of-“Remus’s voice faltered, his words hanging in the charged air. You leaned forward, your frustration palpable as you awaited his explanation, your gaze unwavering as you demanded clarity.

“Because of what, Remus?”’ You pressed, the tension thickening with each passing moment. Remus’s eyes darted briefly to Sirius, a flicker of hesitation betraying his inner turmoil, but you caught the movement.

Sensing the rising tension, you glanced over at Sirius, who watches Remus with a tense look. His expression carried a silent message. Urging Remus to choose his words carefully.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Sirius grits out, his voice laced with a raw edge of warning. Remus’s uncertainty is evident as he grapples with what he’s just implied.

“Do you still have feelings for her?” Adeline’s voice trembles with devastation as she poses the question, her heart laid bare in the vulnerability of the moment. Sirius’s reaction is immediate; he stands up abruptly, his movements tense with unspoken frustration as he strides towards the stairs, refusing to linger for Remus’s response.

“Sirius.” You call out desperately, rising to your feet swiftly to intercept him. He starts heading for his dorm, but you gently grab his wrist and guide him toward yours instead. Without a word, he follows your lead until you reach your door, both of you stepping inside quietly.

Sirius doesn’t utter a word, his silence filling the space between you as he leans back against your door. His head tilts upward, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as if searching for answers in its expanse. 

You step closer, closing the distance between you, your footsteps echoing softly in the quiet room. With a gentle touch, you place your hand on his cheek, a tender gesture designed to draw his attention back to you. You find yourself more preoccupied with Sirius than the recent events downstairs. Dealing with the situation involving Remus can wait; at this moment, your main concern is resolving things with Sirius.

He lets out a sigh, the weight of his emotions palpable as he drops his gaze from the ceiling to meet yours. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, his voice laced with a mixture of remorse and vulnerability.

You can’t help but laugh incredulously at his apology, the sound carrying a blend of surprise and amusement. “What are you sorry for?” You inquire, your tone gentle yet tinged with curiosity, as you search his eyes for the answer.

He sighs, “That you found out this way.”

“About what?” You both know that you already know the answer but that you just want him to say it.

“About Remus’s feelings for you, about my feelings for you.” Sirius admits, his voice soft as he swallows harshly.

You take a deliberate step closer to him, closing the gap between you with a sense of purpose. “And what are your feelings for me?” you repeat, your tone carrying a playful lilt, a silent challenge lingering in your words, daring him to bare his heart to you.

“Y/n,” he pleads softly, his hands instinctively finding their place on your hips, drawing you closer to him just an inch. “Remus pretty much spelled it out, didn’t he?”

“I don’t want to hear it from Remus, I want to hear it from you.” You assert, your voice tinged with determination as you press closer to him. His eyes flit down to the diminishing space between your bodies.

He sighs, a soft exhalation laden with unspoken emotions, “You drive me crazy.” He confesses, shaking his head in gentle disbelief. A grin spreads across your face, your heart lightening at the familiar banter between you.

“Yeah? Is that all?” You tease, a playful glint in your eyes as your arms rise to encircle his neck, drawing him closer.

His gaze softens, a hint of vulnerability shining through as he meets your eyes. “I’m crazy about you, have been since the moment I met you.” He confesses, his voice filled with sincerity and warmth.

His words ignite a flutter of excitement in the pit of your stomach, a giddiness that bubbles up from within. Unable to contain the surge of emotions, you rise onto your toes, closing the gap between you as your lips meet his in a gentle kiss. He lets out a surprised hum, circling his arms around your waist and hauling you into him.

He pulls back slightly, resting his forehead on yours, his expression tinged with uncertainty, “Y/n,” He murmurs, his voice laced with apprehension, “I can’t do this if you still want Remus.”

You pull back slightly, creating a small space between you yet maintaining the intimacy of your connection as you gaze into his eyes. “Do you think I would have followed you if I still wanted Remus?”’ You inquire softly, your voice imbued with sincerity.

“I meant every word when I told you that you were the only one I thought of for James’ dare.” You continue, your words carrying a gentle reassurance, seeking to dispel any lingering doubts or insecurities that may linger between you.

“I want you, Sirius.” You whisper earnestly, your voice soft yet resolute, laying bare your desires and intentions as you seek clarity and connection with him.

The smile he gives you is radiant, brimming with unabridged happiness, illuminating his features with an undeniable warmth that reflects the depth of his emotions.

“I’ve been dreaming of you saying that for ages.” You squeal with uncontainable delight as he dips down and scoops you up, your legs instinctively circling his waist. Together, you embark on a journey towards your bed, his steps sure and purposeful, each movement imbued with a sense of anticipation and excitement.

He settles onto the bed, seating you gently in his lap, and you can’t help but giggle uncontrollably, the sound filling the room with infectious joy as you revel in the sheer exhilaration of the moment shared between you.

As you lean down and press your lips onto his, he exhales softly, as if shedding all his worries, finding true peace in the gentle brush of your lips against his. He’s never encountered a feeling of rightness as profound as this throughout his life. He is completely done for.

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。.

Lily and Marlene didn’t return to the dorm last night. After the awkward end to your game of truth or dare, you assumed they were giving you some space. And frankly, you were grateful for it. 

You weren’t eager to delve into the topic of Remus confessing his past feelings for you. Although he didn’t explicitly reveal whether or not those feelings still lingered, the reactions from both Adeline and Sirius served as a telling response.

You knew that a conversation with Remus was inevitable. Yet nervousness gnawed at you. What if there was no salvaging what remained of your friendship? Despite the awkwardness of the past few months, the desire to keep him in your life persisted, making the conversation all the more important.

The night unfolded with you and Sirius intertwined, lost in stolen kisses and hushed conversations within the dimly lit dorm. You had never felt so content in your whole life. Being with Sirius felt like a breath of fresh air. There were no lingering doubts about his feelings; his actions spoke volumes, leaving no room for uncertainty. Reflecting on the past, you couldn’t help but wonder how you had ever been so blind to his affections.

“You almost ready m’love?” Sirius called, casting a glance your way as he deftly tied his tie in front of your mirror.

His endearment sent a flutter through your heart. It felt as though the kiss with Sirius last night had unleashed a torrent of emotions, flooding your senses with newfound intensity. It sent a thrill through your body, yet you felt somewhat disheartened as well. How had you managed to overlook Sirius for so long? He had been there all along, yet you found yourself pining over Remus, who had seemed indifferent to your feelings.

“Yeah, whenever you’re ready.” You offered a soft smile as you slipped on your final shoe, steadying yourself with a gentle grip on the bedpost.

You rose to your full height, crossing the distance to Sirius, who advanced to meet you halfway, his hands finding their place on your hips. You encircled your arms around his neck, drawing yourself nearer to him. He smiled warmly down at you, delicately tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear before returning his hand to your hip.

“How do you want to go about this?” Sirius asked his brow furrowing with a hint of unease, his gaze searching yours for guidance.

Your brow pinched in confusion, “Go about what? Us?” For a brief moment, the idea crossed your mind – did Sirius want to go back to the way things were before? However, that thought evaporated as quickly as it appeared when you recalled the firmness of his embrace, the intensity in his gaze fixed upon you.

He nodded, his expression softening with concern. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I understand things might be tense with Remus, and I don’t want to make it harder for you.”

“You know what I want?” Sirius tightened his embrace, prompting you to elaborate. “I want you to treat me like I’m yours, show everyone that we’re together. I couldn’t care less about what anyone thinks.” Both of you understood that anyone referred to Remus. Sirius remained silent, his gaze fixed on you, his expression indecipherable.

Your expression shifted to one of uncertainty, your brows furrowing slightly as you sought clarification. “We’re together, right?” You asked, your voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability, searching his eyes for confirmation. 

Sirius’s smile radiated such genuine warmth that a flutter of attraction danced in your stomach, “Yeah, baby. We’re together.” He couldn’t fathom that he held you, his dream girl, in his arms, asking him if the two of you were together. It took him a moment to fully grasp the reality of the moment. 

He continued, “Don’t think that I’m not going to properly ask you to be mine, though, because I will. I promise.”

Unable to resist, you leaned in, capturing his lips with your own. Instantly, he responded, returning the kiss with equal fervor and intention.

With a reluctant sigh, you pulled away, your fingers lingering against his cheek as you whispered, “We need to get to breakfast.”

“I think I can starve.” Sirius shrugged nonchalantly, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes as he leaned down to capture your lips once more.

You couldn’t help but giggle, gently pushing him away, “Stop it, we gotta go. We’re going to be late.” You insisted, a hint of laughter dancing in your voice as you playfully nudged him towards the door, the lingering taste of his kiss still tingling on your lips.

As you entered the common room, a wave of surprise washed over you at the sight of all your friends gathered, comfortably sprawled across the couches and armchairs. You slowed to a stop, catching Sirius off guard as he turned to follow your gaze, his eyes widening in surprise as they landed on the familiar faces of your friends.

“We wanted to make sure you two were okay after last night.” Lily paused, her gaze piercing as she shot a pointed glare at Remus, who visibly shrank into the couch cushions. He appeared exhausted as if he hadn’t slept all night, and you couldn’t help but notice Adeline’s absence beside him. 

“But it looks like everything is good?” Lily continued, her voice hopeful as her eyes dropped down to where your hand intertwined with Sirius’.

“Everything’s fine,” you affirm, offering a soft smile as Sirius squeezes your hand reassuringly. “But I need to talk to you, Rem. Alone.” You add, your tone gentle yet firm, conveying the importance of the coming conversation.

Sirius is the first to break the tense silence, shifting slightly while the others remain rooted in place, their eyes flitting between Remus and you. The atmosphere feels charged with unease, and you can sense the weight of Lily’s unspoken words lingering in the air, knowing full well she gave Remus a piece of her mind the moment you left last night.

Before he can move away, you pull him back, your hand gently tugging him closer as you press your lips to his. A surprised sound escapes him before his hands come up to hold your cheeks. Remus clenches his jaw, unable to watch asyou both melt into each other. 

James lets out a low, appreciative whistle, and Lily suppresses a smile behind her hand. Peter and Dorcas avert their gaze shyly while Marlene beams at the sight of Sirius melting into you. It’s evident that they’re all on Team Sirius.

As you both draw back, your gazes locked in mutual adoration, Sirius places another swift kiss on your lips. “I’ll have your tea waiting for you,” he promises softly.

A bright smile spreads across your face. “Thank you,” you reply, your voice filled with warmth and gratitude.

As Sirius finally draws back, the others follow suit. James is already by his best friend’s side, chatting animatedly. Lily and Marlene exchange knowing grins with you, silently promising a conversation later. Meanwhile, Peter and Dorcas trail behind, engaging in casual conversation as they meander along.

You sigh, bracing yourself for what promises to be an awkward conversation, and then take a seat beside Remus on the couch. The tension in the air is palpable, amplified by the near emptiness of the common room. Remus sits up straight, stealing a glance in your direction, his demeanor reflecting the unease of the moment.

“Are you okay?” Remus looks mildly surprised, that wasn’t the first thing he expected you to ask.

He clears his throat nervously, “Uh, I’ve been better, honestly. Are you?” 

He observes as you gracefully draw your legs onto the couch, tucking them underneath you. Finally, you meet his gaze, and he’s momentarily taken aback by your beauty. A pang of regret hits him like a wave – he wishes he had confronted his feelings for you earlier. Perhaps then, it would have been him sharing kisses with you instead of watching you with his best mate.

“I’m good.” Remus watches as you absentmindedly bring your fingers up to brush against your lips, a lovesick expression softening your features. You appear momentarily lost in thought, a dazed quality to your gaze. 

Clearing your throat, you shake off your thoughts, “But I’m disappointed about last night. What on hell was that?”

“Y/n,” Remus’s voice quivered with sincerity as he addressed you, his eyes reflecting the remorse weighing heavily upon him. “I’m so sorry. I never meant to upset you.” He whispered, the words thick with sincerity. 

You sighed, the weight of your frustration and disappointment lacing your tone, “And Adeline?” Remus looked startled. In the wake of you rushing to follow Sirius, Adeline had bravely broached the subject of his feelings towards you. Caught off guard, Remus found himself grappling for words, acutely aware of his friends’ scrutinizing gazes, which bore a mixture of astonishment and disapproval. His hesitation was a silent confession to Adeline, who gathered her belongings swiftly, her departure punctuating the air with an unspoken disappointment. In the ensuing silence, Remus remained rooted, torn between pursuing you and granting you the space he sensed you needed. Regrettably, the thought of going after Adeline hadn’t even crossed his mind amidst the dread sitting heavy in his stomach. Remus understood he had messed up, and the weight of his mistake hung heavy upon him.

“She left. I don’t blame her, I hurt her. Who gets a girlfriend when they have feelings for someone else?” A laugh escaped Remus, laden with incredulity. 

His words prompted you to avert your gaze, a subtle gesture betraying the unease settling in the pit of your stomach. The acknowledgment that his feelings for you still lingered left you with an odd feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Silence settles between you both, and it’s excruciatingly awkward.

“I’m falling in love with Sirius,” You blurt out, nervously stealing a glance at him, eager to gauge his reaction. “I just, Ineed you to know that there’s no way anything could’ve happened between us. A couple months ago it would’ve been entirely different. But I was devastated, Rem. Do you know how hard it was for me to watch you be with Adeline? How much that hurt? And then you just admit you have feelings in front of everyone no less, like it wasn’t a big deal. In front of your girlfriend, who clearly cares so much about you. I don’t understand.”

“Dorcas asked—“He begins, his voice sounded shaky.

“But you could’ve passed, or chosen to say another old crush’s name!” Your interjection cuts through the air, sharp and pointed.

“But there wasn’t anyone else.” He countered, his words tinged with a hint of desperation.

“Remus.” His name hung in the air, heavy with frustration. You sent him with a glare heavy with irritation, and the intensity of your gaze churned a nauseating knot in his stomach.

“I was jealous, okay? To see Sirius hold you and kiss you like I have always wanted was awful. I couldn’t get you out of my head, and then Dorcas asked, and I just said your name.”

“Godric, Rem!” You huffed, frustration coloring your tone. “If you had just told me months ago, we could’ve avoided this entire mess.” Remus opened his mouth to speak, but you interjected, your words tumbling out with raw emotion. “But at the same time? I’m so grateful that you didn’t tell me, and that Sirius was there, because then I would’ve missed out on a guy who was never afraid to show me that I was his first choice.”

Remus remained silent, his gaze fixed intently on his intertwined fingers. You sat tense on the couch beside him, the air heavy with unresolved tension.

Remus’ eyes are filled with tears when he turns to you, “I know there’s no chance for us anymore, but Y/n, I don’t want to lose you as my best friend. Not having you around the last couple months have been hard. I miss you, and I understand if you’re not ready for that or don’t even want to be my friend. But Y/n, I will do anything to make this up to you.”

You felt a lump form in your throat, a wave of emotions threatening to overwhelm you. With a harsh sigh, you turned to Remus, your gaze a mixture of hurt and determination.

“Our friendship won’t be fixed right away,” you admitted, the words weighted with the frustration that had beensimmering beneath the surface. “I’m still frustrated with you.” You confessed, your voice tinged with the raw honesty of your emotions.

“Y/n, I’ll do everything to make it up to you. I know everything won’t go back to the way it was, but I just want to be your friend.” His words carry genuine remorse, and you crack.

“Remus, come here.” You extended your arms toward him and Remus engulfs you in his embrace, his fervor nearly knocking you off balance.

You’re both holding onto each other tightly, finding comfort in having each other back. A few tears escape your eyes, tracing silent paths down your cheeks as you find solace in the warmth of his embrace.

“I missed you too.” You mumble softly into his chest, your words muffled by the fabric of his shirt.

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。.

The familiar ease you once shared with Remus doesn’t return immediately, but both of you are committed to rebuilding your friendship, to rediscovering that ease and comfort your relationship used to provide. But the effort that is being made means the world to you. 

And so it begins with catching up on reading together. You sit beside Remus on the plush couch, matching copies of a book cradled in your hands as you both immerse yourselves in its pages. Nearby, Marlene and Lily are nestled by the crackling fire, engaged in animated conversation about Marlene’s impending decision to finally ask Dorcas out. Peter lounges lazily in an armchair, a contented smile playing on his lips as he indulges in chocolates, his attention drifting between the gossip and the flickering flames.

Sirius’s laughter rings out, drawing your gaze toward him like a magnet. You shift your focus to the common room entrance, where Sirius and James have just arrived, their hair still damp from their post-practice showers.

You sit up straighter, a subtle movement, that draws Remus’s attention to you. Following your gaze, Remus’s eyes shift in the direction of Sirius, who is in the midst of a hearty laugh spurred on by James’s joke. However, as Sirius turns and locks eyes with you, his laughter fades into a tender smile, his expression melting into one of affection and adoration. James catches sight of Lily across the room and wastes no time in making his way over to her, his trademark mischievous grin already in place.

“James!” Lily cries out, her voice a mixture of exasperation and amusement, as she dodges away from the curly-headed boy who is shaking his dripping wet hair over her. Marlene’s laughter fills the air, and Dorcas grins from beside her. Despite Lily’s attempts to escape, James encircles his arms around her waist, drawing her back against his chest, his satifsfied grin matching her infectious laughter. 

“I can’t stand you, James Potter.” Lily sighs, leaning back against James and shaking her head disapprovingly.

Sirius laughs, watching Lily pretend to be annoyed with James, before settling into the seat beside you, a comfortable familiarity enveloping the space between you. When he leans in to press a gentle kiss against your lips, you instinctively lean into his touch, savoring the warmth of his affection. Remus’s gaze momentarily drifts away, a subtle pang of jealousy tugging at his chest as he watches the way you lean into his best mate.

In truth, Remus found himself uncertain of his standing with Sirius. Him and Remus were limited in their interactions lately, both boys feeling tense around the other. Unbeknownst to you, Remus flinched involuntarily every time Sirius drew near to you, displaying his lingering feelings for you. Sirius, though not proud of it, found himself grappling with a twinge of possessiveness whenever Remus was close to you. 

Sirius pulled back slightly, a warm smile gracing his features as he met your gaze, “Hi, m’love.” He murmured softly, his voice laced with affection and tenderness.

You couldn’t help but return his grin, feeling a rush of warmth at his endearing greeting, “Hi.” You replied, your voice filled with warmth and fondness, mirroring the affection reflected in his eyes.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” Sirius’s voice broke the silence, his arm casually draping around your shoulder, drawing you into his side. Your book lay forgotten as his presence captivated your attention.

“Just some studying.” You replied, the thought of books and lectures suddenly fading into insignificance.

Sirius leaned in closer, his lips grazing against your ear as he whispered, “I wanna take you somewhere tomorrow.” The words stirred memories of a few months ago when you were seated on this very couch with him, grappling with the heartache of trying to move on from Remus.

“Will this be a date?” You asked, unable to contain the excitement bubbling in your voice.

“Yes, angel.” Sirius replied, his words soft and tender as he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple. A radiant grin spread across your face as you reached for your book once more, the anticipation of the upcoming date dancing in your thoughts.

.·。.·゜✭·.·✫·゜·。.

Almost a week slips by before you and Sirius manage to carve out time for a long-awaited date. As Sirius leads you on a walk, your heart swells with emotion when you realize he’s taking you to the tulip field. Despite the lingering chill in the air, the sight of the vibrant flowers and the sun’s gentle rays reflecting off Black Lake fills you with warmth.

“You’re such a romantic.” You giggle, leaning into Sirius even more. He responds with a bashful smile, his cheeks tinged pink. You’re not sure if it’s from the cold or your teasing.

“I didn’t know if it would be a good place for a date or not.” He admits, his cheeks coloring with embarrassment. He had spent the last week agonizing over where to take you. When he ranted to Peter about it, Peter simply shrugged and suggested Hogsmeade. Sirius had scoffed, his tone teasing yet earnest, telling him he better step it up if he wanted to impress a girl.

“Sirius, this is the cutest spot for a date. Plus, it has meaning to us.” You tell him sincerely, and Sirius feels his heart flutter at the term us. He wonders if he’ll ever get over the fact that he has his dream girl in his arms, looking at him the same way he looks at you.

As you draw closer, the perfumed air carries the unmistakable scent of spring, and the gentle buzzing of bumblebees near the flowers fills your ears. The sounds evoke a sense of nostalgia, transporting you back to your childhood days spent playing in the garden.

“Merlin, I was so stressed about it. I’ve never planned a date before. I mean, I’ve gone on dates, but I’ve never felt this determined to impress someone as much as I have with you,” he sighs as if releasing all of his pent-up stress. “I even asked Peter where I should take you.”

“Did you? Well, I think this is perfect.” You grin, withdrawing your hand from his to lay out the blanket. The thought of crushing tulips under the blanket makes you cringe, so you search for a barren patch to place it over. With care, you shake out the blanket, letting it flutter gracefully before plopping onto it.

Leaning back on your palms, you watch Sirius, who remains standing where you left him, your copy of Pride and Prejudice in his hands. A soft smile graces his lips as he gazes at you as if you’re everything he’s ever dreamed of.

“Are you going to join me or just stare?” You question, patting the spot next to you invitingly.

“I quite like staring at you.” He grins, sending you his famous smile. 

He sits down next to you before laying back and allowing the sun to settle on his skin. The warmth of the rays feels comforting, especially after the last couple of days filled with rain. The melodic songs of birds in the surrounding trees and the sound of your gentle movements create a soothing ambiance, putting him at ease.

You shift, settling onto your back, your eyes tracing the patterns of the soft clouds as they leisurely drift across the vast expanse of the sky. The birds’ playful chirps and flutters among the trees add to the serene atmosphere. Sirius follows suit, adjusting his position to face you. As he watches you, he’s captivated by the delicate play of sunlight on your features, accentuated by the colorful tulips that bloom around you, adding a vibrant backdrop to the tranquil scene.

He can hardly believe that he’s lying next to the girl of his dreams, the one he’s thought of for years, yearning for even a moment of her attention. Memories flood back countless times when he watched you with Remus from afar, consumed by jealousy for the time Remus got to spend with you. He would have given anything for just a few minutes alone with you to share a moment that belonged solely to the two of you.

“I talked to Remus earlier today.” You remark, his nose crinkling slightly with an involuntary pang of jealousy at the mention of his friend’s name. It’s become almost instinctual by now. 

“He apologized to Adeline,” You start, your expression thoughtful. “He mentioned it started off rough, but in the end, she forgave him, and they wished each other the best.”

He hums, “That’s good.”

You giggle, “That’s all?”

Sirius hums softly, propping himself up on his elbow as he gazes down at you. “I’m glad they’ve found that closure,” he murmurs, his tone laced with a hint of distraction.

Feeling his unwavering focus, you gently divert your attention from the sky to meet his gaze. His eyes are locked onto yours with such intensity that it causes a flutter in your chest, leaving your breath caught in your throat. 

He lifts his hands, delicately brushing his thumb against your bottom lip. A small, involuntary sound escapes you, and Sirius responds with a devastating smile, a hint of playfulness dancing in his eyes.

“I don’t want to talk about anyone else but us.” He whispers, his voice filled with sincerity. His gaze softens as his fingers trace gently across your cheeks, his hand coming to rest on your face, his thumb tenderly brushing against your jawline.

“What about us in particular?” You inquire, the words escaping in a breathless whisper. Your heart quickens its pace, a rhythmic drumming echoing the intensity of the moment, a sensation that always accompanies Sirius’s proximity. The air feels charged with anticipation, every nerve tingling with the electricity of his presence.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he confesses, leaning in to press a soft kiss against your cheek. “How you never leave my mind,” he adds, tenderly planting a kiss on your other cheek.

“How you make my heart flip every time I look at you.”’ His lips brush against your forehead before he leans down to rest his against yours. Your eyes flutter closed at his proximity, your body nearly buzzing from the giddiness and anticipation coursing through your veins.

“How my heart is entirely yours.” His voice trembles slightly, revealing the depth of his emotions as he utters those heartfelt words, “And that I am hopelessly in love with you.”

Your eyes widen, catching his apprehensive gaze, his nerves evident as he awaits your reaction to his confession Without hesitation, you thread your fingers through his hair and gently pull him down to you, closing the distance between your lips and his in a sweet, affirming kiss.

Sirius lets out a moan, his thumb continuing to brush over your cheek as he deepens the kiss. The warmth of his lips against yours is accompanied by a gentle exploration, each movement conveying a depth of emotion and desire that leaves you breathless. The air is charged with an electric intensity, and in that moment, it feels like time stands still, allowing you to savor the overwhelming connection and longing between you.

You pull away just slightly, your voice trembling with emotion as you gaze into his eyes. In the hushed intimacy of the moment, surrounded by the soft rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of birds, you utter those three profound words, “I am so in love with you.”

Sirius lets out a disbelieving laugh, his smile widening as euphoria bubbles within him. Without hesitation, he leans in, his lips meeting yours in a fervent and intense kiss that elicits a desperate moan from your lips. You’ve never experienced a kiss like this before, filled with such raw passion that it feels like every nerve in your body is set ablaze as if you could melt into him right there and then.

“Please be mine.” Sirius pleads, his voice laced with longing and vulnerability against your lips. 

A tender smile graces your lips as you respond, your voice soft and filled with affection, “I’m already yours.”

While nestled in the field of tulips, Sirius confesses to you that the very first tulip he gifted you was, in fact, a declaration of his love.

[papillon-mechant]

domestic remus I need you so bad

“Remmy look!” You point to a little jumper that certainly won’t fit either of you but he smiles anyway.

You’re seven months pregnant and Lily had warned you both that nesting took real effect now.

You’re out in town, just looking for little bits and odd ends to finish your baby’s nursery and a few more wintery clothes for them.

The jumper you’re pointing at is a small, buttercup yellow knitted thing and you can just see how perfect it would look on your daughter.

Instinctively, your hand rubs down your bump.

“Let’s have a look around then, dove.”

He helps you over the steps and further into the store. Remus realises belatedly that this may not have been the best idea because even he gets sucked into the tiny jumpers and onesies that would no doubt look adorable on your baby girl.

“Three things,” you limit the both of you, but both you and Remus know you’ll more likely be leaving with three bags.

You pick up the knitted jumper first, the pale buttercup yellow gorgeous and soft and it makes you wonder if they’d have your size too.

Remus picks the next thing, a cute baby blue onesie with little bunnies on them and booties with grips on the feet. “She’s gonna be so tiny.” He mutters, wonder taking over his tone because it’s truly amazing to think about.

“She is.” You browse around the store for a bit again, when you spot it.

The most gorgeous red and green plaid night dress- it’s also the most Christmas thing ever but you’re having a winter baby, it can’t be helped.

“Remus, look at it.” You waddle to the rack with the dress and rifle through till you find a newborn size and a size that she’ll be able to wear this time next year.

You hold it against your belly, slightly out of breath while Remus smiles. You glow with something fierce and even more powerful with your pregnancy, this sort of beauty that he harps on at night while you’re both soft and warm from a shower in your comfies while he rubs lotion on your bump.

“We’ll have to get booties for her, and maybe even stockings.”

You find them and get out of the store, the cashier smiling at you as Remus rubs your back when there’s a harsh kick against your ribs.

“Ready to get home? I just have to put the cottage pie in the oven.” He asks as he taps his card, your head resting on his bicep.

“Could we get a ginger ale on the way back?”

Remus nods, kissing your temple.

He holds open the door for you, hand on the small of your back as you walk down the step. “Just have to pop into the bookstore to pick up the books we ordered and we can get going, dove.”

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you’re more than a little drunk and your boyfriend looks for you, only to find you in the oddest place

“Have you seen dove?” Remus asks Sirius, not completely concerned, but just mildly.

You’re at a small house party at James’ place and you’d had a few drinks well before you’d run off to dance with Mary and Dorcas.

Sirius and James are playing beer pong, James has significantly more cups than Sirius but they’re seasoned at this- years of collage parties had prepped their livers well.

“Last I’d seen her she was doing shots with Marls.” Sirius smiles as he says it, anyone doing any drink with Marlene was chaos in the making.

Remus shakes his head fondly, looking out to the kitchen to see if he can spot you.

He finds Marlene but he can hear her laughing at something and calling your name. He can see Mary and Dorcas too, the both of them trying to stop you from doing something.

“Good luck,” James says as he lands a ball into Sirius’ cup with little effort. The black haired man groans as he downs the shot.

“Come out from under there,” Marlene laughs as you shake your head, Remus right behind her and catching full sight of you laying under the kitchen table with your hands folded under your head.

“Just need the quickest nap ever, guys. Then m’gonna find Remmy.”

Remus chuckles, patting Marlene on the shoulder to let her know he has it from here.

“There may or may not have been lemon sours involved.” Dorcas says, laughter colouring her words as she, Mary and Marlene back away.

Remus turns to you, all fond and sticky with adoration.

“Hi dovey.” Your eyes barely open.

“Remmy? I think m’drunk.”

Remus chuckles, bending to fit under the table with you. He sits where you’re laying down, his hand coming to stroke your cheek.

“That’s alright. Are you having fun?”

There’s cheering that you hear somewhere far away- James has beaten Sirius less than twenty feet away but your ears feel stuffed up.

“So much fun! Getting drunk with Marls and Dorcas and Mary’s the best.”

Remus smiles, leaning down to kiss your temple. “I bet. Wanna go home and take a nap? Or is the floor suitable?”

You hum, your breathing deepening slightly as Remus continues to stroke the hair at your temple back into the rest of your hair.

“S’suitable,” you mumble after a couple minutes and Remus resigns himself to sitting with you for a few more minutes.

He sees the minute you fall asleep, and snaps the fastest photo ever. Then you call, “Remmy?”

“M’right here, my love.”

You smile slightly, and press your head back into his touch.

“Can we get chips on the way home? With salt and malt vinegar?”

Remus laughs, laying beside you now completely. Your head comes to rest on his chest, your hand slipping under his shirt to trace the scar on his abdomen.

“Course, dove. You just let me know when you’re ready to go.”

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Hi!! Just wanted to say that your dad!James series is genuinely one of the best series I have ever read on here! Keep up your amazing writing 💗

Could I perhaps request dad!James STRUGGLING with his very obvious breeding kink 😂 like they’re just doing domestic chores and routines around the house and James literally can’t keep his hands off her, even around Henry which makes Henry kind of curious of their relationship? Thanks!

Dad!James Potter x Bsf!Reader ☼ 991 words | pretty much 18+

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From the moment you stepped out in those sleep shorts—the ones that had been his undoing long before the two of you were even together—he couldn’t take his eyes off you. The shirt you had on wasn’t anything remarkable, but the fact that it was his made it irresistible.

There was something different about you, something that had James completely worked up. His eyes drifted down, tracing how your shorts clung to your hips—tighter than usual. To anyone else, the difference might have gone unnoticed, but he had the fit of those shorts committed to memory. They were snugger now. His brows knitted together as realization dawned: that must be it—you’d gained weight. 

And fuck, if that wasn’t the hottest thing to him.

There was something deeply satisfying about being by your side as he watched you grow older, your body changing in subtle ways over time. It was intimate, domestic, and it stirred something primal within him.

For a fleeting moment, the thought crosses his mind—you might be pregnant. But he quickly dismisses it. It was far too soon since you’d started trying for that to be possible.

Leaning against the wall, James stifles a low groan as his eyes lock on you bending over to put something—he has no idea what—into the cupboard. Whatever it is doesn’t matter. All he can focus on is you, and his thoughts are spiraling fast into dangerous territory.

Heat coils low in his stomach as his mind drifts, imagining himself dropping to his knees in front of you. He pictures the way he’d look up at you, tugging your shorts down your legs, draping one over his shoulder as his lips pressed warm kisses into your skin. He’d trail kisses, licks, and soft bites until your pleas filled the air, begging that you couldn’t take any more. The thought of rising to his full height, flipping you effortlessly so your palms landed with a sharp smack against the cool granite, sent a shiver through him. He could almost hear the soft whimper in your voice as you arched your back, telling him just how much you needed him. 

The desperation in your voice as you plead with him to fill you, to make you a mum, sends a desire thrumming through him. A thought flashes in his mind—if he were to get you pregnant, those infamous shorts would cling even tighter to your hips. The thought of you, all pregnant and pretty, leaves him feeling dizzy with want.

He’s never wanted anyone more in his life.

James calls your name, but you don’t turn around, too absorbed in flitting around the kitchen with your back to him. He had cooked dinner, which meant the clean-up was your responsibility tonight.

“Hm?” You hum in response, and James feels a flicker of desperation rise within him—he wants your attention, and it’s driving him mad. 

Completely oblivious to his gaze, you stretch onto your tiptoes, leaning over the counter to reach that tricky corner as you wipe it down. The way you move, utterly unaware, only makes it harder for him to tear his eyes away.

He pushes forward, his hands landing firmly on your hips with a squeeze, and you startle, completely unaware of how near he was.

“Can you pause for a second?” He asks, his voice low, drawing your attention. 

You glance over your shoulder, arching a brow. “I’m almost done. Just give me a few more minutes.”

“I don’t think I can.” He sighs, his hands sliding around your waist, moving deliberately as his fingers trace the curve of your hips and the softness of your stomach. 

“Wha—oh.” You breathe, your words faltering as you feel him pressed firmly against your back, his intent unmistakable. 

“There’s something about you in this shirt—my shirt—and these fucking shorts that’s driving me insane,” he mutters, his hand gliding up from your hips, tracing the curve of your stomach, brushing softly over your nipples before gently cupping your jaw, his touch deliberate yet achingly tender. He tilts your head to the side, leaning in to press a lingering kiss just below your ear. “You’re breathtaking. I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

A shuddering breath escapes you, the warmth of his words settling over you. You want to tell him you don’t know how you got so lucky, but you can’t find the words.

“Fuck, all I can think about is bending you over this counter and fucking you full of me.” 

Your breath catches, and you gasp sharply, twisting in his grasp to meet his gaze, your wide eyes searching his as heat blooms between you.

“Henry is right there.” You snap, and James casually glances over to his son in the living room, the blue light flickering over his little face as he watches the cartoon on the screen.

“He’s busy. I doubt he’d even notice if we snuck upstairs,” James murmurs, a grin spreading across his face as he hauls you closer, his hands firm on your waist. He dips his head, trailing open-mouthed kisses along the curve of your neck, each one sending a shiver down your spine. 

“Jamie,” you whisper, a soft hum escaping your lips as you feel him mumble a response against your neck, his breath warm and faintly teasing. “If you get Henry to bed I’ll let you do anything you want to me.”

James pulls back sharply, his gaze intense. “Anything?”

“Anything.” You reply, your voice steady.

James eyes you for a moment before calling out Henry’s name, then strides straight into the living room. You watch as he grabs the remote, shutting off the TV before effortlessly hoisting Henry over his shoulder. “Let’s go, bud. Bedtime!” 

A soft laugh escapes you as you hear Henry’s protests, followed by James scrambling for some random excuse for why it’s suddenly time for bed. Their voices fade as they head upstairs, and you’re left smiling in the kitchen.

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Remus Lupin x fem!reader[2.8K] a pub bathroom, knowing friends, one spilled drink. Smut 18+

You’d missed him, that was evident. Remus had left for the week with James and Sirius, a long awaited boys trip to somewhere in Ireland where they met Frank Longbottom and other former Hogwarts students you couldn’t really remember the names of. He’d sent an owl or two, a photo of them all in a tiny pub, cradling huge pints of Guinness, telling you he was having fun but looking forward to seeing you soon. 

Remus had barely managed to hug you hello, his suitcase still by the front door before the phone in his kitchen rang, James’ excited voice telling him Lily got a promotion and everyone was to meet at the Hogs Head to celebrate. 

He hung up before Remus could argue, but you shrugged and smiled, leaning in for one quick kiss before you were both apparating to a quiet lane on the outskirts of Hosgsmeade. There was a table of your friends at the back, rowdy and loud about their celebrations, Lily squished between her boyfriend and Sirius, all of them cheering at your arrival with glasses held above their heads. 

An agonising hour was spent trying to listen to Lily, nodding along with Dorcas and Marlene as she explained the aspects of her new role and how excited she was to start. But Remus was beside you, sipping slowly from a glass that held something amber, chatting quietly to Frank and one of the Weasleys as he curled his hand around your bare thigh. 

He got bolder the longer no one noticed, fingers trailing upupup until they breached the hem of your dress, calloused tips pressing nicely to the inside of your thigh. You startled, glass tipping, your own vodka cranberry spilling onto the table. Dorcas squeaked and Sirius grinned, syphoning up the liquid with the tip of his wand before he winked at you across the table. 

“Drunk already, darling?” 

You glared at him, knowing his teasing came from noticing your flushed cheeks, the way his friend's hand had slipped under the table and never reappeared. 

“I’m fine,” you mumbled, not trusting your voice. Your throat felt thick, your chest warm. “My hand slipped.”

Remus leaned in at that, hand still very much on your leg, his mouth at the shell of your ear. He smelled like he always did, like citrus and sage and something smoky and his lips brushed your skin as he spoke. 

“Clumsy,” he tsked and you could hear the smile in his voice. “Did you spill some on yourself?” Remus was quiet as he spoke, that soft cadence that made your cheeks warm and your thighs squeeze together around his hand. 

You shook your head, hoping no one was watching, the chatter of your friends around you sounding further and further away as the boy pushed closer against you, head ducked down to hear your reply. 

“No, it’s fine. I’m fine,” you lied. You weren’t fine at all. But the drink had missed your lap, your dress dry and unstained. “It missed me.”

Remus hummed, keeping close, head bent to yours so it merely looked like you were both sharing a conversation, tucked together like young lovers who couldn’t hear each other from the din from the rest of the pub. His hand was on the move again, faint scars and papercut lines from his books trailing over your skin, making you push your toes into the old carpet beneath the table. 

From the outside, Remus looked himself. Messy haired and gentle smile, kind brown eyes and a new scar that was already fading, slicing through his right brow. White shirt under a too big sweater, the collar creased, the wool a pattern of muted browns and reds and forest green. He looked perfectly rumpled, sleep soft and bookish, even years out of school. 

He also had his hand pushed to the junction of your thighs, fingers pressed over the cotton of your underwear. 

“You sure you didn’t spill it on you?” Remus’ dropped his voice lower, his smile lazy as he dropped his free arm around your shoulder, listening to the way your breath hitched against his ear. “There’s a little wet, here.” His fingers glided up, just a fraction, middle and pointer pressing directly down onto your clit and making you jump, again, knee banging off the underside of the table. 

Everyone stared, conversation stalling as your friends took in your wide eyes and parted lips with raised brows. There was a beat of silence, a small cough and grin from Remus that he hid behind the hand he finally pulled away from you. 

“Toilet.” You choked out. “Excuse me.”

Remus was behind you before you could shut the door, squeezing past the gap with a grin that made your toes curl, his wand pointed at the lock as he muttered a few charms, his gaze heavy on you. 

“You’re awful,” you hissed, even though you didn’t mean it. You were already letting him crowd you against the wall, elbow hitting off the paper towel dispenser as you reached up to tug at his neck. “That was cruel, Remus.”

The boy seemed pleased no matter how scolding your words were, yielding to you as he bent, letting you manhandle him the way you wanted, expression smug. “I’m awful?” He mused, pretending to frown. His lips skimmed over your cheek in search of your mouth, landing kisses where he could. “Rude. I just missed you, that’s all.”

His hands made quick work, nudging at your waist until you were trapped between the cold tiles and his warm frame, pushed onto your toes so you could reach him. He kissed you slowly, smiling at your impatience, lips curving over yours. He tasted like honeyed bourbon and smoke, a whisper of Sirius’ stolen cigarettes despite his insistence on quitting. 

“Missed you too,” you managed to murmur back, eyes fluttering as he pecked at your cheek, your jaw, the skin just beside your lips, mouthing down and along your throat until you were tugging at strands of hair that curled around his neck. 

This was a far cry from being the first public place you’d let the boy have you in, but the pub outside was much louder than James and Lily’s guest room, and the idea of someone barging in seemed much more possible. 

“I locked it,” Remus whispered, as if he could read your thoughts. Sometimes, you thought he could. “And silenced it.” He was kissing you between words, cut off sentences that ended with syllables trapped between your lips, settling on your tongue instead. 

And then he was moving down, lowering himself to his knees so his nose could graze over your stomach, warm breath through your cotton sundress. He gazed up at you, earnest despite his dark eyes, his filthy intentions. His voice was still sticky soft when he said:

“I’ve spent all night thinking ‘bout making you come,” another kiss, adoringly gentle, just below your navel. “Will you let me, sweetheart?” His hands, wide and warm, teasing the hem of your dress, dragging it up your thighs. “Been dying to put my mouth on you, s’awful.” 

You made a noise then, not a protest, not an agreement, just a high keen, a broken moan that might’ve been the boy’s name. Remus didn’t go further, your dress rucked up all messy over his forearms, his own sleeves rolled up, his hands gripping your hips. He pushed his nose to your hip bone, let his cheek rest there as he looked up at you. 

He was the picture of boyish innocence, despite his intentions. Hair misbehaving, sandy brown strands sticking up from your own hands, caramel coloured eyes hazy and dreamlike, cheeks flushed, pink and freckled from the start of a new summer. 

“People will notice we’re gone,” you tried to argue, albeit weakly. You hand your hands back in his hair, holding him close. “Fuck, Remus— they’ll, they’ll know.”

“Can be quick about it,” he promised softly. “You know I know what you like, can make you feel real good.” You knew he could. That’s why you were letting him drag your left leg over his shoulder, hand curling around your thigh to hold you there. “But if you wanna stop, jus’ tell me, sweetheart, don’t have to do anything.”

You knew he meant it, that you could say no, reject his generous offer and go back to sitting with your friends and spend the remainder of the night horribly frustrated. But Remus was squeezing the dough of your thigh, the slight stubble along his jaw scratching the sensitive skin there just right and then you were groaning, fisting his hair between your fingers a little tighter. 

“Please,” you whispered and suddenly, you were desperate. 

He grinned, all boyish and charming, nose nudging along the line of where your dress lay on your thigh, pushing it up until the lace edge of your underwear came into view. “Please, what?”

“You’re awful,” you told him again, a needy sound twisting around a laugh, “god, Remus, please just—”

He hitched your leg higher, spread it open wider and used his free hand to make quick work of your underwear, damp cotton pulled to the side with two long fingers. No more time was wasted, your breath and words stolen from you as the boy leaned in, licking a slow, wide stripe from your entrance to your clit. 

“Oh fuck.”  

Remus hummed, lashes fluttering against his cheeks as he closed his eyes and pushed into you more, nose resting against your soft skin, cheeks flushed as he let out a groan that vibrated through you. “You taste too good,” he murmured, voice a hoarse rasp. He already sounded wrecked. “You have no idea how much I’ve been thinking about this, and you’re calling me awful. So mean to me, love.”

You might have had an idea. Remus was generous like this, loving on you whenever he could, wandering hands and slow kisses stolen all the time, teasing you through the day only to spend the entire night on his knees for you, between your legs, sucking, kissing, licking—

“Remus,” you mewled, body bowing over his head, knees buckling slightly when he let his tongue drag over your clit, kissing around it before going back to those slow, deliberate licks. “Oh shit, oh my god.”

He was soft about it, hands keeping you up, keeping you open for him, eyes full of fierce affection as he watched you fall apart for him, tongue nudging against your entrance until you sobbed, curling over your clit again and again and again until you were too close to bear it. 

“Need you,” you sniffed, eyes glassy, a hand dragging over his cheek. “Fuck, Remus, need you inside me.”

Remus pulled back, only just, huffing out a breath of warm air over your poor, sensitive cunt as he laughed. “Thought we were being quick, hmm?” He asked, tone light and teasing. He knew you were close, could tell by the way you’d went pliant against him, pussy fluttering each time he swiped his tongue through your folds. “C’mon, you gonna come for me?”

You nodded, breath hitching, nose scrunching at the effort of staying upright. “Just need more,” god, you sounded out of it, almost slurring despite your one spilled drink, your lips still kiss bitten and red. “Can I have your fingers, handsome, please?”

Remus cooed at your affection, leaving kisses and lilac bruises over the tops of your thighs, his mouth busy elsewhere. He brought two fingers to where you wanted them, getting them slick between your folds, groaning at the velvet feel of you. 

“You’re absolutely soaked, love, fuck,” his voice was all awe and appreciation, his cock twitching under his slacks, kicking up in protest at being left out. “There you go, that better?” He slid his digits in, marvelling at how easy you took them, how warm and wet you were, fluttering around him already. 

You nodded, gasping, body almost bent in half as you clung to his hair, his face pushed into the mess of your creased dress and slick skin, your leg still dangling from his shoulder. 

“C’mon on then, baby,” Remus was being awful now, truly. Words coming with a bite of condescension, wrapped up all silky and pretty with his soft tone. He only really called you ‘baby’ like this, the affection making you feel small and lovely, just for him. “Make yourself come, there’s my good girl.”

You knew what he wanted. And who were you to deny him?

You straightened up, head thrown back carelessly against the tiles as you gripped the boy’s hair a little harder, tugging a little mean, nails scratching at his scalp. You shifted your hips, searching for him, for his mouth, for his tongue. And you found it when he ducked back down for you, kissing over your cunt with the softest of touches, making you work for it as he slid his fingers in and out of you. You moved with more intent, hips grinding against his face, Remus’ free hand sliding down to grab at your ass, squeezing meanly. 

You shifted and his tongue caught your clit just right, a needy noise leaving your throat and letting the boy know that wasn’t to dare stop what he was doing. So he kept his tongue pressed to you just like that, groaned into you a little wild when you held him there, moving over him to chase the high you were guaranteed to get. 

It was obscene, the noises you made, the sounds he let out. It was filthy, the way he scratched his short nails down the back of your thigh, curling his hand under your knee to pull you closer. It was dirty, the way you came on his tongue, Remus’ eyes rolling back before his lashes fluttered shut, nose pressed into your folds, tongue licking up everything you gave him, his fingers sliding out of you to trail over your leg, leaving wetness in his wake. 

“Such a good girl,” he murmured, drunk sounding, standing up a little shakily after he dropped your leg slowly back to the ground, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee as he did so. “Christ, you’re too pretty, y’know that?”

It was dizzying, the buzz that lingered over your skin, the high that was still coursing through each limb. His lovely words settled over you like wildflowers, blooming between the cracks of your ribs, twisting over your neck, your cheeks as he kissed you sweet. 

“Remus,” his name was a clumsy thing on your lips, sticky with affection, cloying at your throat. You still wanted him, possibly more than you did before. He tasted like you when you kissed him, pressed shakily to your tiptoes, reaching for his jaw greedily for more. “Take me home, please.”

He hummed, pleased, the sound turning to the throaty groan when your kisses changed to filth, your tongue kitten licking over his bottom lip, sucking it between your own to chase the taste he took from between your thighs. His hands grabbed your hips, smoothing down your dress for you before petting at your hair, piecing you back together after he’d ripped you apart. 

“Please?” Remus repeated, a pretty smile playing at his lips. He looked as dazed as you felt, his cock still painfully hard and pressed between you both but he seemed unphased, more than happy to have you like putty in his arms. “You’re lovely, you know that? S’too much, too sweet.”

You nodded, eyes heavy lidded, eager to agree to whatever he said. “I’d very much like to show you how lovely I think you are too. Let’s go.”

That made him blush, cheeks rosy, eyes bright, as if he was a schoolboy with a crush and not a twenty something who’d gotten his girl so worked up in a public setting, he had to have her there and then. 

“They’ll notice,” he murmured, ducking back down for another kiss, smiling through it, whispering against your lips like he couldn’t bear to part from you. “They’ll be horrid about it.”

You knew who they were. James. Sirius. You realised you really didn’t care. Not then, maybe tomorrow, probably when you met them for the lunch they always demanded during hangovers. Three pizzas shared between five, jugs of fresh lemonade made by Lily and maybe a bowl of chicken wings if James was feeling extra delicate. 

You shrugged, unbothered, hair still mussed despite the way the boy had tried his best to fix it, lipgloss all gone, your neck kissed and bitten, all marked up in the best way. You looked like you had been doing exactly what you had been doing. 

“Better be quick about then,” you told him, dragging him out of the door, the charms bursting around you both, glittering in the air. 

You ignored the whistles, the whoops, the hollers - but god, you really couldn’t help laughing when Sirius called Remus a dirty harlot. And when you both got outside, the sun setting across the village, Remus kissed you as you disapparated, and if you landed directly in his bed, well. 

That was just good luck.

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Hockey!James Potter x Lupin!Reader ❆ 663 words

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“Put a shirt on—my sister’s coming over.” Remus calls out, smacking the back of the couch behind Sirius’ head. Sirius barely flinches, too absorbed in the video game to care. James glances up from where he’s sitting, his gaze casually following Remus as he walks into the living room. But then, as the words register, his head snaps back for a double take.

“Your sister’s coming over?” James sits up straighter, his interest piqued. “When?”

Remus glances at his phone as he settles into the chair next to the couch, “Pretty soon.”

“He’s one shot away from dead, James,” Sirius mutters through gritted teeth, his fingers flying over the buttons, laser-focused on the screen. “Get on that. Now.”  

Silence.  

Sirius darts a quick, panicked glance to his right, expecting to see James ready for action, only to find him staring intently at Remus instead, his controller slack in his hands.  

“Pretty soon? What does that mean? Ten minutes? Thirty?” James asks, his thoughts drifting to the state he’s in—his hair a disheveled mess from repeatedly running his hands through as he played games for half the day. Not to mention, he’s still lounging in his pajama pants, a consequence of having no classes and a rare night off from hockey practice. 

If he’d known you were coming over today, he would’ve made an effort—fixed his hair, changed out of his lazy clothes, maybe even tidied up the place a bit.

“James!” Sirius barks, his frustration mounting. “I said get on him, not play twenty questions!”  

Remus shrugs as he strides further into the room, completely unfazed by the chaos. “Again—I don’t know, mate. She just said, ‘pretty soon.’”

James frowns, his brow furrowing. “Do I have time to shower?”  

The high-pitched sound of a game-over screen fills the room, and Sirius throws his controller down with a groan. “Oh, bloody hell! We could’ve won that!” 

James glances over at the screen with a slight wince, “Shit, sorry.”

“Remus, you’re up,” Sirius announces, grabbing the controller James has abandoned and tossing it to Remus, who barely catches it. A disappointed look is shot in James’ direction as Sirius sets up the new game. “You’ve lost your privileges.”

Remus takes the controller, his eyes flicking to James as he stands and begins collecting the forgotten cans and empty food containers scattered around. Sirius glances over with an amused smirk, his gaze lingering on James’ frantic tidying.

“Should I be concerned that you’re cleaning up for my sister?” Remus asks, raising an eyebrow. James turns to face him, a guilty and uncertain expression crossing his face.

“Uh, I do—” James stammers, clearly unsure how to respond without annoying Remus. 

“If you’re gonna change, you might as well throw on a backwards hat,” Remus says, interrupting casually, his eyes glued to the screen as his fingers hover over the buttons. “She finds it hot on guys.” He catches James out of the corner of his eye—sees him straighten, the words sinking in as he nods slowly. Without a word, James turns and heads for the kitchen, muttering to himself, like he’s trying to remember where he’s got a baseball hat lying around.

“Wait, does she really?” Sirius asks, raising an eyebrow. Remus mutters a distracted “yeah.”

“Noted,” He nods, a sly grin creeping across his face. “I’ll be sure to wear one around her next time.”

Remus turns and shoots him a warning look, making Sirius pause. “Seriously? You’re handing him tips, but I can’t even joke about using them?”

“No, because he’s actually interested in being with her. You’re just interested in flirting with her.” Remus says, shooting Sirius a look of warning and protectiveness— the kind only a brother could deliver.

Sirius rolls his eyes, a playful smirk tugging at his lips, fully aware that Remus is right. James had fallen for you the moment Remus introduced you four years ago—his feelings for you were real, and somehow, everyone but you could see it.

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love love loveee the first part of the hockey!james series!! I was thinking, how do you think remus would feel abt them like flirting and ultimately being together? bc in my head hockey!james is like a player so remus is like "hell no stay away from my sister", but james is like "I'm a changed man"

also what's the like sibling relationship you're thinking of?? I was also thinking about how much it would add to the story if they were like twins! but obviously it's your story. I'm just so interested in like the dynamic between the siblings and then between the three of them together!

hi babes! thank you sm! i’m gonna write a blurb that answers all your questions in the first part. you can totally picture them as twins! i was gonna say something along the lines of them being super close in age, but it isn’t specifically said if they’re biologically related or not. i wanted to make sure the story was inclusive to everyone!

remus and angel are super close for sure! angel goes to all his practices and games, and remus is always there for her when she needs him. im so excited to write some blurbs that show more of their sibling dynamic! <3

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Hockey!James Potter x Lupin!Reader ❆ 847 words | thank you to @pizzaapeteer & @moonpascal for reading! you’re both angels <3

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The sharp scrape of skates cutting through the ice and the booming commands of the coach blend with the hollers and laughter of the players. It’s chaotic, but years of attending practice has taught you to tune it out, your sole focus on your psychology homework. Well it should be, instead your eyes keep drifting up to number seven—James Potter, your brother’s best friend.

They’re just warming up, and yet you can’t seem to pull your eyes away from him.

Watching James on the ice was nothing short of mesmerizing. It baffled you how he managed to track the puck so effortlessly, his movements sharp and precise—he was almost as fast as the damn thing. You’d never admit it to anyone, but during games, you could hardly take your eyes off of him. The way he raked his fingers through his damp curls, his chest rising and falling as he hauled himself onto the bench—it was addicting. And the fights. Seeing James Potter rough and unyielding stirred something in you that you didn’t want to analyze. Every time he ended up in the penalty box, his chest still heaving, curses tumbling from his lips, you found yourself shifting in your seat, heat creeping up your neck. 

With a reluctant sigh, you tear your gaze away, knowing full well that if you didn’t stop, James would catch you—and you’d never hear the end of it.

With your legs propped up, feet resting on the chair in front of you, you highlight your psychology textbook, trying to focus. You're falling behind, and you can't help but feel that your lingering gaze on James isn't exactly helping.

Just as you’re getting into the flow, a sharp thwack against the clear barrier jolts you from your thoughts. You glance up to find your brother’s best friend standing on the other side, his stick in hand as he taps it against the barrier. Sitting so close to the rink, he’s only a few feet away, his presence impossible to ignore. You know he should be warming up with the rest of the team, but like clockwork, every practice, he manages to find you first.

“I missed you last Wednesday.” James calls out, flashing you that familiar, irresistible grin—the one that always seems to dare you to react. As usual, you send him an indifferent glance. It’s a game the two of you have been playing since the day you met four years ago: James flirts with shameless persistence, and you brush him off like it’s nothing. But deep down, you can’t help the secret thrill that warms your chest every time he tries. 

“I had somewhere to be.” Your tone is disinterested, but there's an undeniable tug in your stomach at the thought of him being disappointed by your absence.

“If you tell me you went on a date, you’ll break my heart.” He says it with that trademark cocky grin, running a hand through his damp hair and for a moment, you catch yourself staring—fighting the thought of how effortlessly good he looks and how badly you want to tug on those curls.

You didn’t have a date, and you weren’t at practice because you had to study for an exam. But you’re not about to admit that the real reason you haven’t been productive with your studying these past couple of months is because you’ve been too busy watching him play.

“Not like you don’t have a shortage of girls to comfort you.” You glance back down at your textbook, willing yourself to focus—looks like tonight will be spent finishing this up, after all.

“I can’t believe you think I’d want any other girl besides you, angel.” Your stomach flips, and your eyes snap to James, surprised by the sudden rush of heat. You quickly clear your throat, but he’s already grinning, clearly pleased with the faint flush he’s managed to pull from you. There’s my girl, he thinks, the smug satisfaction evident in his gaze.

“Potter!” Coach calls sharply, and your gaze flicks over to the displeased figure standing on the other side of the rink, eyes fixed firmly on James. “Get your ass back on the ice!”  

James doesn’t move, his eyes still locked on you. You raise an eyebrow, pointing your pink highlighter towards the ice. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”  

“Promise you’ll wait to talk to me after?”  

You roll your eyes, struggling to suppress the tug at the corner of your lips by biting down on your lower lip. “You know I’ll be here. I have to wait for Remus anyway.”  

“Just promise me, angel.” His tone softens, that same familiar charm slipping back into his voice.  

You sigh, trying to fight the way your heart skips a beat. “I promise.”  

James flashes you a wide grin before skating off, and Coach shakes his head disapprovingly, muttering something under his breath. You try to look away, but your gaze lingers on James a moment longer than you'd like, the flicker of embarrassment creeping in as you realize just how long you’ve been watching him.

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Hockey!James Potter x Lupin!Reader ❆ 847 words | thank you to @pizzaapeteer & @moonpascal for reading! you’re both angels <3

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The sharp scrape of skates cutting through the ice and the booming commands of the coach blend with the hollers and laughter of the players. It’s chaotic, but years of attending practice has taught you to tune it out, your sole focus on your psychology homework. Well it should be, instead your eyes keep drifting up to number seven—James Potter, your brother’s best friend.

They’re just warming up, and yet you can’t seem to pull your eyes away from him.

Watching James on the ice was nothing short of mesmerizing. It baffled you how he managed to track the puck so effortlessly, his movements sharp and precise—he was almost as fast as the damn thing. You’d never admit it to anyone, but during games, you could hardly take your eyes off of him. The way he raked his fingers through his damp curls, his chest rising and falling as he hauled himself onto the bench—it was addicting. And the fights. Seeing James Potter rough and unyielding stirred something in you that you didn’t want to analyze. Every time he ended up in the penalty box, his chest still heaving, curses tumbling from his lips, you found yourself shifting in your seat, heat creeping up your neck. 

With a reluctant sigh, you tear your gaze away, knowing full well that if you didn’t stop, James would catch you—and you’d never hear the end of it.

With your legs propped up, feet resting on the chair in front of you, you highlight your psychology textbook, trying to focus. You're falling behind, and you can't help but feel that your lingering gaze on James isn't exactly helping.

Just as you’re getting into the flow, a sharp thwack against the clear barrier jolts you from your thoughts. You glance up to find your brother’s best friend standing on the other side, his stick in hand as he taps it against the barrier. Sitting so close to the rink, he’s only a few feet away, his presence impossible to ignore. You know he should be warming up with the rest of the team, but like clockwork, every practice, he manages to find you first.

“I missed you last Wednesday.” James calls out, flashing you that familiar, irresistible grin—the one that always seems to dare you to react. As usual, you send him an indifferent glance. It’s a game the two of you have been playing since the day you met four years ago: James flirts with shameless persistence, and you brush him off like it’s nothing. But deep down, you can’t help the secret thrill that warms your chest every time he tries. 

“I had somewhere to be.” Your tone is disinterested, but there's an undeniable tug in your stomach at the thought of him being disappointed by your absence.

“If you tell me you went on a date, you’ll break my heart.” He says it with that trademark cocky grin, running a hand through his damp hair and for a moment, you catch yourself staring—fighting the thought of how effortlessly good he looks and how badly you want to tug on those curls.

You didn’t have a date, and you weren’t at practice because you had to study for an exam. But you’re not about to admit that the real reason you haven’t been productive with your studying these past couple of months is because you’ve been too busy watching him play.

“Not like you don’t have a shortage of girls to comfort you.” You glance back down at your textbook, willing yourself to focus—looks like tonight will be spent finishing this up, after all.

“I can’t believe you think I’d want any other girl besides you, angel.” Your stomach flips, and your eyes snap to James, surprised by the sudden rush of heat. You quickly clear your throat, but he’s already grinning, clearly pleased with the faint flush he’s managed to pull from you. There’s my girl, he thinks, the smug satisfaction evident in his gaze.

“Potter!” Coach calls sharply, and your gaze flicks over to the displeased figure standing on the other side of the rink, eyes fixed firmly on James. “Get your ass back on the ice!”  

James doesn’t move, his eyes still locked on you. You raise an eyebrow, pointing your pink highlighter towards the ice. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”  

“Promise you’ll wait to talk to me after?”  

You roll your eyes, struggling to suppress the tug at the corner of your lips by biting down on your lower lip. “You know I’ll be here. I have to wait for Remus anyway.”  

“Just promise me, angel.” His tone softens, that same familiar charm slipping back into his voice.  

You sigh, trying to fight the way your heart skips a beat. “I promise.”  

James flashes you a wide grin before skating off, and Coach shakes his head disapprovingly, muttering something under his breath. You try to look away, but your gaze lingers on James a moment longer than you'd like, the flicker of embarrassment creeping in as you realize just how long you’ve been watching him.

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JAMES POTTER | HOW TO DRESS (FULL VER.)

EXCERPT. : “I don’t, at least, make you feel good?”

“No.”

He doesn’t respond, instead, he keeps you pressed against the wall and manoeuvres his face to rest beside your ear, his husky voice weakening your knees “Are you sure about that?” he snakes his hands around your waist to press his fingers into your lower back. Under his touch, you suppress a whimper of relief as his massaging motions ease some strain in your back. 

LENGTH : 16.4k

TAGS : modern au ; muggle au ; fluff ; explicit ; porn with plot ; slight slow burn ; modern high society ; server/waitress reader ; server/waiter remus ; best friend remus ; co-worker remus ; supermodel sirius ; private island get-away ; overprotective euphemia ; slight lily evans slander imsorry! ; slight euphemia slander imsorryagain! ; mutual pining ; engagement ; disapproving mother-in-law trope ; slight wolfstar mentions ; aspiring businesswoman reader ; fluff to angst to smut to fluff again ; rich suitor x poor suitor trope ; arguments ; this was inspired by a dream i had of aaron taylor johnson...

CONTENT WARNING : dubious consent/CNC ; resisting ; dirty filthy talk ; creampies (plural) ; overstimulation ; oral (female receiving) body worship ; praise kink? ; p in v ; forced? ; reader secretly likes it ; animalistic imagery ; rough with sprinkles of softness in between ; multiple orgasms ; dry humping ; finger fucking (female receiving) ; tongue fucking/cunnilingus (female receiving) ; mirror ; soft james turned dark james ; semi-dark!james potter ; pregnation kink/breeding kink ; dom!james ; sub!reader ; unprotected sex ; slight cockwarming?

SHORT VER. (just smut)

“Are they not together anymore?” you whisper to Remus, a dear friend and close colleague, who shrugs and tries to focus back on his duties of attending to guests. 

Under the romantic light of the chandeliers, you observe the handsome, upper-class brunette from afar. He was always quite striking and a suit fit him well; his broad shoulders were emphasised, wide and sturdy. It's been over a year, maybe even two years since you’ve last seen the man and his close friend attend such events, which was strange. What was even stranger was that the glasses-wearing hunk wasn’t accompanied by his usual date, a fiery redhead with the beauty of a nymph and glittering emerald eyes. 

For many months, you admired the couple and the love that they had for each other. It was clear that the man adored her; he treated her sweetly and was always directing a charming smile at her, his cheeks dimpling most adorably. It had become a common occurrence for Remus to entertain your ramblings for wanting a fairytale romance like theirs, battling between your drive to achieve your dream career and equal desire for meeting the love of your life. 

“You need to stop being so nosy,” the tall brunette avoids your question altogether and offers a kind, elegant smile when an attendee of the lavish soiree reaches for a champagne flute on his silver tray. Knowing you all too well, Remus cuts you off just as your lips part to protest — his tone never biting, just stern, “We’re on the clock right now… we can talk later,” you had no argument to go against him with. He was right. Remus was always right. With a nod, you continue to service the attendees of the evening party with finger food and champagne. 

Nevertheless, throughout the night, you couldn’t take your eyes away from the once exuberant gentleman, who had captured your eye all those years ago. It was his charm and handsome smile that drew you in the first time, a charm and smile that was once only meant for his redheaded date. But now, your eyes lingered on him for the fact that his visage was absent of all those things — precious things that he looked terribly lonely without. 

He stood out as a single, solitary silhouette in a sea of ladies and gentlemen, respectively clothed in grandiose dresses and elegant suits. Glimpses you’ve had of his stare, in passing, confirm your regretful suspicions. His warm, hazel eyes were now stone cold and his face was devoid of his warm smile. 

It’s been almost two years already, and yet, he is still grieving the partner he had once attended such high society parties with. But was that really the case? A couple that looked so perfect for each other couldn’t have just split up so frigidly. Perhaps she was sick tonight… or was that wishful thinking on your part? You had romanticised their relationship in your head numerous times so your denial could stem from your want for their love to overcome all obstacles. Because if their bright, warm love couldn’t conquer all, what hope was there for you?...

Unable to shake your thoughts, you request an early break, hoping that Remus can find it in himself to forgive you when he finds out. Usually, the two of you took your breaks together but you were so distracted tonight, that you desperately needed to get away from it all. More so the stranger that you couldn’t get out of your head. Well… he wasn’t much of a stranger, really; you know his name, James Potter. 

You know all the guests’ names as it’s required of every hired server, such that impeccable service is delivered every single time. However, you know James Potter in particular; he’s always been an interesting name and he brings about a different energy compared to the many other attendees of the soiree. 

Most come from old money, generations of wealth and reputation upholding the many decorated names written in the guest books, the Blacks, the Gaunts, the Abbots, the Ollivanders, the Prewetts and many more. But the Potters were relatively new. It was rare for families built upon new money to be able to mingle with such established households, and the rarity of it encompassed the Potters with a very unique air. They weren’t born into wealth, it was all through the hard work of the Potter’s Patriarch, Fleamont. They weren’t born into such a life but they were definitely made for it; they fit right in but also garnered good attention, they were a new light that attracted the many ancient moths and spiders that were the old money of high society. Hence, try as you might, the Potters, especially James Potter, couldn't leave your mind.  

This was unusual for you. Typically, the only thing that occupied your thoughts were your endeavours to achieve your dream career, that was why you took on so many jobs. You have the opening shift tomorrow at another job that you desperately need to make ends meet. The thought of having to wake up early for opening makes you groan aloud. At least you had this job. It was a saving grace, somewhat, because it allowed you to be around so many well-dressed people. Their fashion came from the very best designers out there, all luxury, and that was your dream — to be a part of it all, to dress up in fashionable pieces that were to be worn with elegance and poise, your reputation as an entrepreneur would be on the line but what a reputation it’ll be. Not only that but to have the freedom to do more with your time. You would wake up every morning and comfortably ponder on what you want to do that day. No stress, not angry bosses breathing down your neck, just you. 

What a dream…

Regardless, that didn’t take away the fact that you have an early shift tomorrow. You let out another groan and collapsed against the balcony’s stone railing. What a life, forced to suffer before you could make your dreams come true. If you could make your dreams come true…

“That doesn’t sound promising…” a voice pipes up in the silent night, flowing from in between the light of twinkling stars and the pale, observant moon. You jump with a squeal of surprise, the dramatic flailing of your arms drawing out a peel of laughter from the man who was over on the other balcony. The event was hosted on a very architecturally lavish site and there were multiple balconies, some even right next to each other. But out of all the people tonight, to think you would end up eye to eye with James Potter, “sorry for scaring you,” he apologises but the cheeky smile on his lips doesn’t leave, nor does the twinkling mirth in his hazel eyes. 

“Uh—” You didn’t know what to say, this was a man you had seen on many occasions, quietly observing him from afar — it felt surreal for him to be addressing you directly, “a-are you talking to me?”

He raises a brow, his look of amusement never leaving his handsome face, a charming curl of his dark hair catching your attention as it rests against his perfect forehead, “ah— no, my apologies. Yes, I’m actually talking to that tree over there,” he briefly points to a fir tree with his chin, which makes you cast a short glance at the towering giant of an evergreen. 

Unable to stop yourself, you face him with an unamused frown and a blank stare, which elicits another giggle from the suited man. It was a refreshing sight, especially since he had been looking so depressed the entire night. You know that you should act professional but you liked seeing his smile again. 

“Very interesting, I didn’t know trees could talk,” you counter smartly with your arms crossed and a raised brow.

The amusement in his eyes doesn’t leave, it’s quite infectious actually and you’re playing right along with him, “They’re great conversationalists,” without realising, the two of you walk to each other and begin to talk over the two balconies, your smiles never leaving your faces as you become fully immersed in conversation. 

“Maybe I should go and find myself a tree friend too,”

“I highly recommend it,”

“Any species in particular?”

“Apple trees are always fun,”

“How so?”

“Well, if you’re nice they let you pick an apple of your choosing, and they’re always very charming,”

“I see, I see,”

The two of you bounce off each other like natural friends, conversing as if you weren’t from two different worlds, sharing laughter and quickly retelling your favourite personal stories to one another.

“You’re too far away,” James complains at one point. It makes you absently lean forward over the balcony rail to help aid his protest.

“Oh? Should I talk louder?” you ask, already speaking in an amplified voice. He doesn’t reply, instead, he moves to stand on top of the balcony railing before leaping over to the balcony you were on, rendering you speechless. You don’t know if you should shout at him for being reckless and endangering his life or cheer at his impressive stunt. 

“No need,” James huffs, patting down his suit as he smirks at your shocked expression, “now we can talk more comfortably,”

“I don’t know if I should be impressed or angry at what you just did,” you were breathless despite not being the one to leap across balconies. Laughing aloud, James takes your hand and bends in half to kiss your knuckles, his eyes never leaving yours.

“A pleasure to officially meet you, my fair lady,” he greets as a heat crawls up your neck to spread across your cheeks, “my name is James Potter,” you bite your tongue to keep from expressing that you already knew his name and politely reply with your self-introduction, instead.

You were severely reprimanded for going over your allotted break time that evening and you dreaded losing your job if it weren’t for James. Both you and Remus fully anticipated an email or phone call reaching your phone, trying to discuss your termination from the elite servicing company but, instead, you were surprised to receive an enthusiastic call. Your employer raved about your great work and happily dismissed your absence for most of the evening service. When you asked why, he explained everything, from how James Potter had asked you for help and that you went above and beyond to ensure his comfort and enjoyment for the night. 

“I should be the one taking you out for coffee, not the other way around,” you laugh, smiling up at James, who grins widely. He isn’t as elegantly dressed as when he’s attending a soiree or gala but you’ll admit that the cable knit jumper and unkempt curls look much better on him. Rosy-cheeked and chap-lipped against the chill winter air, he was the picture of handsome. 

“Nonsense, I wanted to get coffee for you,” with his breath visible in the air, he subtly admires you in your layers of clothing. Beside him, you’re bundled up warm and with a fashionable, cashmere scarf to wrap it all together. 

“You’re sweet, thank you,”

The sincerity in your voice appears to draw out some of his shame, “I hope you don’t mind me swindling your phone number from your employer…”

He watches you shrug, your chin disappearing behind your scarf as you do so, “I got a free coffee from it so it’s no biggie,” you emphasise the statement by taking a sip of your drink all while squinting your eyes up at him mischievously. 

James laughs, his breath materialising in the cold air as puffs of smoke, “you look like a little mouse!” The comment earns him a playful slap on the shoulder and, if it weren’t for his sharp reflexes, he'd have spilled his drink on the floor. He looks at you with playfully narrowed eyes to see that you’re pulling a guilty ‘I didn’t mean to do that’ face. For a moment, the two of you hold tense eye contact over what could’ve happened before erupting into peels of laughter. 

It was an unexpected friendship but one that blossomed nonetheless. 

With time, it was only natural for you to introduce James and Remus to one another, both being two amazing men in your life. And the meeting couldn’t have gone any more perfectly, they became friends as naturally as you and James did, which you couldn’t be happier about. In return, James introduced you to Sirius, his brother, not by blood, but his brother still. You’ve heard the story already, the vicious media always seemed to know everything, but it felt like an entirely different tale coming from James and Sirius themselves. Especially Sirius; your heart ached for him. It was clear, from the look in your eyes, that your heart broke for James’s pale-skinned, dark-haired, steel-eyed non-blood brother — and just when it seemed as though he couldn’t like you more. 

“She was very sweet,” Sirius smiles as James nods enthusiastically. The two had just waved you off when James turned to Sirius for his verdict. 

“Right?” James grins widely, “And she’s so easy to talk to,”

“Truly,” Sirius smiles and stuffs his hands into his pockets, “there wasn’t a single colour of judgement in her eyes the entire time we told her everything,” it was rare to find a person like that within their circles, “and she spoke with real sincerity too, she’s one of the good ones,” 

“You should meet Remus as well! I’ll ask for him to join the next time we can hang out together,”

When the time came for your two best friends to meet, Remus and Sirius hit it off well, better than you initially expected as they were quite opposite in aesthetics; Sirius in his leather jacket and tattoos, and Remus in his cable knit sweater and faded scars. However, you were still grateful that they came together like coffee and cake. After becoming close friends, the four of you met regularly and even organised weekend getaways as a group. However, over time, those outings have slowly divulged into Sirius and Remus splitting off from you and James. The two planning getaways as a pair, excluding you and James altogether. 

“I can’t believe this,” you playfully narrow your eyes at the two, who avoid your gaze to sip at their coffee from across the table. 

“Yeah! This started as a group thing, when did it become a pair thing?” James adds with a dramatic swing of his arms as you bite your lower lip to suppress a smirk. 

“More like a ‘couple’ thing~” your teasing comment was enough to get the two across the table to blush in embarrassment – caught red-handed in their carnal endeavours. They tried their best to hide it from you and James but they suppose they got reckless, lost in their passions. They were even audacious enough to flirt when attending the same soiree or gala, Sirius as a guest and Remus as a server of champagne and finger foods. 

“It’s not like you two are any better!” Sirius accuses with narrowed eyes and pointed an inculpatory finger between you two, “Don’t think we don’t know that you’re also going on ‘couple’ getaways with each other!” he huffs and, this time, it was yours and James’ turn to become bashful. 

“Th-that’s—” Remus cuts you off with a smug smile. 

“It’s not worth fighting, dove,” your best friend warns, finally draping his arm across Sirius’ shoulders, who immediately leans into his touch, “we’ve known for a while too,” 

Your mouth hangs open as your brain staggers to come up with an excuse. But you’re unable to even attempt to object when James sighs and drapes his arm across your shoulders too, turning his face to kiss your temple and whisper against your skin, “It’s best if we drop the act, angel,” 

You suppose you were trying to hide your relationship from the wrong people…

With a defeated smile, you shake your head and the four of you laugh at each other, relieved that you could finally stop pretending that there wasn’t anything more between you. But mostly happy that you’re all finding happiness in each other. 

James was familiar with the look on your face as soon as he stepped into your flat. You were stressed and on the bridge of a breakdown over whatever you were having to deal with. He knows you’re a hard worker but sometimes you put too much pressure on yourself. You’ve already explained your situation but he still cannot fathom how you were able to continue labouring two jobs whilst faithfully working on your budding entrepreneurship on the side. 

Today was supposed to be your day off and yet, James finds you in distress over your growing business. Despite his worry for your wellbeing, he can’t help but admire your perseverance and dedication. Your diligence is a hard trait to come by – it was something he also admired in Li-…

Shaking the thoughts out of his head, James slowly approaches you from the side. He took care not to startle you but you weren’t easily fooled.

“James, you really didn’t have to come,” you knew he had been there ever since he walked through the front door of your flat. In his chest, James’ heart clenched in rejection but he pushed forward with a bright grin. Was it going to be the same as Lily? Again?

“I know but…” he watches as you turn to face him and the bouquet he’s presenting to you in his hands, “I wanted to make sure you were okay and,” he isn’t brave enough to watch your expression, “flowers never hurt…”

“Oh Jamie!” you squeal in delight and James’ eyes snap open, shocked. The honeymoon phase should be over by now so… Weren’t you meant to sigh again and finally shoo him away? He watches as you take the flowers and set them on a nearby table before launching yourself into his arms, “that’s so sweet of you!” 

Letting out a relieved laugh, he returns your embrace and his smile finally reaches his eyes, “yeah? You like them?” he notes how you smell better than the flowers when he buries his face in your hair and takes in a long breath. 

“They’re beautiful! And so thoughtful,” You attack him with a barrage of kisses, peppering them all over his smiling face. He can’t believe it. 

“You really like them?” love swells up in his chest as he watches you nod enthusiastically. 

“I can’t believe you would do that for me just because I was upset,” 

“Of course, I had to,” he subtly puffs out his chest and leans down to kiss your cheek, “I have to make sure my girl is well taken care of,” 

You pout over how precious he’s being and kiss him sweetly, “You’re so good to me,”

With a blush on his cheeks, James continues, “I uh—... I also ordered your favourite takeout, I hope that’s okay?” you answer him with another kiss, this one firm and deep; one that you refuse to end prematurely. With a sigh of contentment, James surrenders himself and places his hands on your waist while he savours the feeling of your fingers in his hair, massaging his scalp at the back of his head. Your other hand grips at his shoulder and you’re slowly pushing him back into your sofa. 

So lost in the taste of your lips, James falls back with a silent gasp and watches in amazement as you climb on top of him, wasting no time in continuing with the heated kiss. Slowly his hands trail down from your waist and over the curve of your hips to squeeze at your plush thighs. He groans into the kiss as your softness fills his grip and he can’t get enough of fondling your fleshy thighs. He can’t get enough of you. 

All this over flowers and takeout? It wasn’t the disgruntled response he was used to. You didn’t reject his affections and support, you didn’t mistake them as a discredit to your hard work and efforts. Instead, you saw them for what they were, a manifestation of his love and support for you. 

He moans your name, the erotic whimper he produces, muffled against your locked lips. And, fuelled by a surge of desperate love and desire, he surges forward to deepen the kiss whilst keeping your lower half in place from where he grips your thighs.  

You return the sentiment with an airy, “James~” before your lips are recaptured and your hands grapple for his broad shoulders; they’ve become a reliable foundation for your balance as James takes the lead. He has successfully rid your thoughts of all manner of negativity and stress. He’s your own personal happy pill and you’re an addict ready to take everything he was willing to give and more. 

It wasn’t a conscious action, there was no real thought behind it but there was a coordinated effort on both sides that quickly led to you feverishly grinding down on him as his thick cock progressively hardened beneath you. Somewhere in between, the two of you pull apart and pant like laboured dogs with your eyes glued down to your, somewhat, connected sexes. 

“Shhh…” James hushes gently, an antithesis to his bruising grip over your left ass cheek, gently guiding your movements as his other hand grips your outer thigh, “Slow down sweetheart,” you want to obey his soft command but–

“You feel so good James~”

“You feel good too, baby but I want to enjoy you properly,” he reasons but you show no sign of stopping your wild grinding, “I said! Slow. Down.” he commands, suddenly releasing his grip and harshly slapping your ass instead, smiling when all movement stops. 

In your shocked state, he begins to guide you through slow, rocking motions, pressing your soaked centre against his hard cock through his loose sweatpants. Dressed casually in an oversized shirt and nothing else but underwear, James uses one hand to push your shirt up and reveal the most gloriously erotic sight he’s ever seen. The lips of your ruined, panty-covered pussy lips were moulded around the prominence of his hard cock — your cute pussy was kissing his cock. The salacious sight was enough to make the both of you moan aloud, completely disregarding the wet mess you were making on his sweats. 

“Oh God!” your cry was filthy as you leaned back, your hands on James’ thighs propping you up and supporting you from behind. 

“You’re so sexy, angel,” James grunts in pleasure, “look at how your pretty pussy lips are clinging onto me through your cute fuckin’ panties,” his words make you even more breathless as a dull pulse starts to resonate from your lower belly. It was a familiar sensation and one that you desperately needed to quench. 

“James,” you call, desperation clear in your voice and a sultry look in your eyes as James looks up at you, “James, more~” James smirks and obscene words begin to form on his tongue when—

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

You both snapped your attention to the disruption, tense and wondering who could be at the door, “...I think it’s the delivery guy…” James realises and releases a breath of relief as you’re consumed by giggles. The carnal tension in the air dissipates as you crawl off James’ lap so that he can answer the door, partially hiding his lower half, “Sorry about that,” he laughs under his breath weakly and holds up the takeout bag with an embarrassed smile. It astounds you how quickly he can go from having the filthiest mouth to wearing the most endearing expression you’ve ever seen. It was as if the cause for the high tension between you never occurred and he was your sweet, loving boyfriend once again.

Taking his lead, you help set out some plates and cutlery. You even take the time to place your bouquet in a vase before sitting with him to have a well-deserved meal. It would be a good idea to finally relax and leave your work for another day; there’s no use trying to fix things when you aren’t in the right mindset. What you didn’t expect was a sudden kiss on your temple and a soft whisper to tickle your ear. 

“I promise to love you all the way soon enough, sweets,” James vows and smiles at the embarrassed look on your face but also at the soft smile you send his way, “I wanna make sure you’ve eaten well today,”

“Thank you, Jamie,” you kiss his cheek gratefully before returning to your food. The knot in your lower belly had subsided so you could relax a little easier. 

“You aren’t mad that I took you away from work, though, right?” there was a slight hint of insecurity in his voice. It was a tone that you weren’t familiar with from him and it made your head tilt in slight confusion. 

“Of course not…well, I was a little irritated at first,” you confess, wanting to be honest with him, “but that was just because I was already stressed out and felt like nothing would get better until I solved the problem but…” you slide closer to his side and lean into him with a relieved sigh, “this was what I really needed,”

“I’m glad…”

“Thank you so much James, you’re the sweetest boyfriend I could ever ask for,”

“Really?”

“Yes, really,” you don’t miss the beaming grin he gives you. You return one that’s just as bright. 

You gasp at your boyfriend’s grand but thoughtful surprise, the affection and gratefulness for his considerate gesture evident in your voice. Turning in your lover’s arms, you wrap your arms around his neck and press a kiss against his smiling lips, “You didn’t have to, darling…” There were tears in your eyes James quickly kisses away. He could tell that they were happy tears but he would take up any and every excuse to kiss you.  

The months you spent with James Potter were magical. He was not only the most loving and wonderful boyfriend you had ever had the pleasure of calling yours but also a great partner and advisor in your business endeavours. With his help, you have been able to shift your mindset to one of affluence and positivity. He assisted you with networking and setting up a functional, online business. Without his technical and emotional support, you don’t think you would have achieved half of what you have now. You couldn’t thank him enough; he had given you so much in terms of love and your career aspirations without asking for anything in return. You didn’t even have to ask him; he had fulfilled your two deepest desires with precise balance — to be cherished by your perfect match and to succeed in your own business.

“Of course I did,” he whispers in the most gentle tone, “you deserve it…”

James had seen you work to the bone as an aspiring entrepreneur. He taught you everything he had learned about the business world through his father, and you were more than eager to accept his help - an attitude that was a breath of fresh air. Not only were you a great student, diligently noting down his teachings and taking action immediately to put his methods into practice, but you were a great girlfriend too. You were there for him when he needed emotional support, offering kind words, a listening ear, and everything he could ask for. All he had to do was say the word, and you would do anything in your power to fulfil his request. He had never felt so sincerely loved and appreciated before, especially when you would take the time to invest in him. You weren’t rich like him and his family, but you were generous with your time and spent the majority of it on him every chance you could - perfect, you were perfect.

You’re nothing like Lily. Nothing about you two was the same…

Lily always strived for perfection in herself and in those around her, especially her partner (him at the time). It didn’t bother James much, he fully accepted her terms because she was worth it to him — she deserved only the best and that meant everything from within her environment to him as her boyfriend; everything had to be perfect. Inhumanly so. 

He changed himself for her, adopted new mannerisms for her, made sure everything was perfect for her, sacrificed for her, and did everything for her. He didn’t realise it at the time but he was losing himself and it took her hesitation at his proposal for him to finally realise that her desire for perfection was at a level that couldn’t be satisfied. He would never be good enough for her because her standards for everyone, everything and herself were just…impossible. 

Looking at you, James came to yet another realisation. 

He presses a kiss to your forehead and feels his heart grow lighter at the discovery. Throughout his entire relationship with Lily, she was insistent on being self-sufficient — a truly independent woman who didn’t need a man to fulfil her life goals. That was one of the many things that James admired about her but he could never fully rest comfortably when watching her solitary endeavours from afar. Every time he tried to offer a lending hand or word of advice, she ardently refused him, sometimes even flushing red with anger at his simple suggestions. He knew he could help with her goals but she didn’t want anything from him. She wanted to stand alone and be strong. That was admirable but they were a couple and James wanted to be of help to her, it was his way of showing he loved her dearly but she actively refused that, shutting him down every single time. 

It didn’t make him feel good. It felt as though his love wasn’t enough for her, that what he was doing wasn’t good enough. That he wasn’t good enough.

It was never a good feeling…

Now he could fully put into words why he never felt truly content around Lily; she was so insistent on being independent that she pushed him away, pushed away his love for her, his desire to help her and his want to see her succeed, to see her happy. 

She never let him. 

But you did. 

You accepted his love in all its forms, in his light-hearted jokes, his lending hand, his words of wisdom (passed down from his father), his support, his encouraging smiles, and more. His flaws, his vices, his strengths, you accepted all of him, you loved all of him, and he feels his heart swell with deepening affection for you every passing day.

James watches with overflowing fondness as you explore the space he had bought and set up for you; your online brand is steadily growing, thanks to your hard work. Judging from the upward trajectory of sales, you urgently need to upscale everything. Your birthday provides a perfect excuse to give you a head start on that expansion, no strings attached. He can hear your excited murmurs bouncing off the walls, discussing your plans as you envision filling a portion of the space with your workshop, while the remainder goes towards storing your many creations.

So lost in his admiration of you and the satisfaction of his current life standing, James almost topples over when you go running back to him. With a joyful squeal, you leap into his arms and almost send him tumbling back into a wall if it weren’t for his fast reflexes.

"Oh, honey~" James sighs dreamily at being called with such affection. "I love it!" you squeal, your eyes filling with happy tears and turning them into beautiful glass. He could stare into your stunning eyes forever, but the passionate kiss you press onto his lips was admittedly a better pastime. "I love you~" you coo after finally pulling away, still wrapped tightly in his arms.

“That’s all I could ever ask for, sweetheart!” he chuckles against your lips before engaging in another loving kiss. 

“You’ve worked so hard~,” James coos, his praise travelling into your ear as you gaze out at the main workshop and storage area. He compels you to look out at your employees; some were working diligently, moving in and out of storage, while others weaved through the machines in your workshop. “That’s all yours, baby~,” he breathes against your neck and sucks on the sensitive skin. “You deserve all of that. I’m so proud of you for making your dreams come true,”

“Th-thank–” you couldn’t speak, it was impossible to with James’ fingers invading the entrance of your pussy and curling deliciously into your most sensitive spots. Your vision blurs with tears of ecstasy and it feels like you’re choking even though James’ spare arm wraps firmly around your middle to keep you in place. Desperate for air, you push your head back and rest against his shoulder, pathetically gasping for oxygen but it’s no use when the rhythm of his pumping fingers gives you no time or room to breathe. It was a blissful torture, however. A type of aching pleasure only James can expertly guide you through. 

"You don’t have to say anything, my love," James whispers against the skin of your neck, sucking on the sensitive area beneath your ear before speaking further. "I already know what you want to say," his breath against your bitten ear sends a shiver down your spine and tightens your skin defensively, making you extra sensitive to his touch. "Just don’t stop moaning for me. I want to, at least, hear how well I’m treating you. Aren’t I treating you well, beautiful girl?" he urges, curling his fingers just right to pull an embarrassingly loud moan past your lips. "That’s it. Fuck! You sound so good, baby~"

This didn’t come out of nowhere. James was a passionate person, but he knew where and when it was appropriate to engage in heated activities like this. He loves nothing more than to mould you into a writhing, moaning mess of pleasure. You can tell by the look in his eyes that he gets high off of seeing you reach your peak and knowing that it was all because of him. Typically, he wouldn’t make you come undone in such a public place where you two can easily get caught but your office door was firmly locked, and you were a floor above the staff below so, even though you could easily see them, it would be difficult for them to see you. The main reason James felt the need to stand you in front of your observation window, pull the skirt of your dress up and plunge his long, thick fingers inside you was that you had grown insecure about the stagnation of your business progress.

Just a moment ago, you were on the verge of tears from the stress and self-doubt, divulging your worries to James as you always did in your most vulnerable times. But now you’re crying tears of pleasure and being talked through his perspective of your progress as you stare down at the facility you had built up to. 

He wanted to make you feel better. Stagnation was normal. The launch was so successful that the slowing of development appeared too drastic of a change. You needed to look at things from a different perspective and what better way to achieve that than to whisper of that altered standpoint with his fingers driving in and out of your pussy, soaked down to his wrist with your sticky arousal. Naturally, James made sure to weave in a healthy dose of praise in between his insistent assurance of your progress. 

You feel your lower belly tense as you gaze at the obscene image of his veiny arm moving up and down, hidden under your dress skirt. His arms were thick, like his fingers, and veiny too. You can almost see the veins in his arms pulsating as they work laboriously to guide you towards a gratifying climax. Every aspect of James was bulky, veiny, and moved in a highly sensual manner. It was only when James took a moment to press the pad of his thumb against your throbbing clit and make a full circular motion that you finally saw stars. You have no recollection of screaming, but James needed to raise his hand to cover your mouth and draw both of you away from the viewing window. That was confirmation enough that you were indeed letting out cries of pleasure.

“Good job, baby,” James coos beside your ear as you lean against him limply. If it weren’t for his hard and strong frame, you would have collapsed to the floor, “My beautiful girl cum so well for me,” his words make your abused pussy pulse, begging for more despite your exhausted state. This man was something else… 

Beside your ear, James brings your fingers to his mouth and takes his sweet time slurping and sucking up every last drop of your pleasure from his soaked fingers. He even goes so far as to trail his tongue down to his wrist, tracing the trail of sweet nectar that managed to leak down his hand. 

“J-Jamie…” you moan breathlessly, reaching up to caress his cheek and shyly finger his inky locks 

“You’ve come so far, my love. All of that hard work has brought you here. Don’t let the deceleration lead to hitting the brakes fully,” he’s so sweet, still trying to comfort you after such a salacious exchange, restraining you with his solid frame, not giving you a chance to protest before he’s relentlessly pistoning his fingers into you and only stopping when he can swallow every drop of your cum from his fingers as you lean against him for support.

Your sweet, loving James… What will you do without him? 

"I love you…" You bring his lips to yours and play with his tongue, moaning at the exchange of your taste from his mouth to yours. With his lips against your own, he lovingly whispers the sentiment in return.

“Don’t you taste divine?” he purrs, nuzzling your cheek when he pulls away with a devious grin on his lips. Licking your lips, you return his grin. He’s always right…

A year and some months into your relationship with James, you were finally meeting his parents. Both were very busy people, so you understood the lateness. It would be during their yearly summer getaway to their private island in the Bahamas, a luxurious vacation that you could only dream of affording despite your growing business ventures. You arrived early with James and Sirius, who took their boat out to dock at the island. Sirius went back to wait for James’ parents and voyage them to the island as well, giving you and James enough time to get ready for the introductory dinner tonight. 

The small, trusted group of staff welcomed you to the island and helped you and James with your luggage. They informed you that dinner preparations were underway and that it would be around an hour before you could head to the dining room if you wanted to. With a thank you, James dismissed the staff and, together, you unpacked some of your luggage and went about getting ready for the introductory dinner tonight. The log cabin was huge and had several rooms, all of them extravagant and yours was equipped with a small balcony and an incredible view. You wanted to savour more of the space but dinner was fast approaching and you needed to get ready. The entire look you had planned tonight – from the dress to your make-up and heels – was planned and you were ecstatic to put it on. Fashion was one of your many interests and now that you could afford more stylish clothes, you were eager to impress. 

Freshly out of the shower and sitting at your vanity, you find that James’ eyes can’t stop glancing at you. His hands seem restless and he can’t decide which shirt to wear. He’s anxious about something, that was clear, and you think you know what it may be. Nevertheless, you gently prompt him for a simple, straightforward answer. 

"You're still getting started with that new launch in your business, and I don't want to make you lose momentum," James excused with a sheepish expression, worry swimming deeply within his hazel pools. He had been hesitant to invite you to meet his parents that summer with the excuse of prioritising your business and mental wellbeing. 

James can easily tell how stressed you’ve been lately. Trying to push for the upcoming launch, you held a healthy level of anxiety but there was something in his demeanour that made you believe there was a deeper reason for his anxiety. It was easy to guess. James had been honest about the way Lily treated him, making him and his affection feel like an inconvenience. Her productivity and work had been her top priority. And, although that wasn’t a bad thing, in her efforts, she had deeply hurt James. It was to the point where he still hesitates if he feels as though he’s intruding on your business affairs. All you could do for him was be assuring and loving. Bit by bit, he’s become less anxious but the habit isn’t fully gone yet.  

"Lose momentum? From meeting your parents?" With a light-hearted chuckle, you place a comforting hand against his cheek and meet his worried gaze with love and reassurance. "James, there’s no way you and your family could ever derail me like that; you were the ones who put me on the tracks in the first place." You share a brief laugh. "And besides, from everything you’ve told me, I know how important they are to you; it would mean the world to finally meet them." He leans into your touch and kisses your palm, muttering his gratitude into your soft skin before you pull away to do a spin, showcasing your attire for the evening. "So, what’s the verdict?"

James laughs and leans forward as he brings your knuckles to his lips. “You always know how to dress beautifully, my love,” you smile brightly. “You look simply ravishing.” A dark look comes over James' eyes and sends a bolt of arousal through you.

Your relationship had been very slow-moving with intimacy. Yes, there have been some grinding and mischievous fingers but never quite all the way. It was primarily because of James’s feelings concerning Lily, his red-headed, emerald-eyed ex-girlfriend. The relationship had torn him down more than he was willing to admit, and it broke your heart to think that someone who was supposed to love him would treat him so poorly. At times, he was a tease and almost slipped too far but reared back as soon as there was a moment of clarity. It’s a past that haunts him for someone who loves with his whole being. 

He’s so thankful for you, though; you have allowed him his space and waited patiently. It was easy enough. You had been hard at work launching your business and its subsequent improved products, progressing forward whilst James was slowly easing into taking over his father’s commerce empire; you were both relatively busy with things besides each other.

You like to think that you have a good balance between intimacy with each other and work, though you are beginning to ache for more than just his fingers and thighs. The idea of reaching that final point ignited a strong desire within you, shooting a thrill through your nerves. It was a torment to which you had grown accustomed. The images of everything you had allowed James to do to you haunted your mind as his teasing voice whispered in your ear– 

You quickly pushed aside those thoughts; tonight you were having a civilised dinner with his parents.

“Then let’s hurry,” you grab your complimentary handbag and loop your arm through his as you move to the dining area together.

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You smooth down the front of your dress for the third time, your fingers lingering on the soft fabric. You’d spent hours deciding what to wear—carefully choosing something elegant but understated. After all, this would be your first time meeting James’ parents and you didn’t want to shamefully overshadow the Potter family matriarch, Euphemia Potter. James expressed that you had nothing to worry about as his parents always prioritised his happiness in spite of societal expectations. Nevertheless, you wanted the couple’s approval, knowing that James’ family meant the world to him.

When you and James step down the expansive log cabin’s grand staircase and enter the dining room, you’re immediately greeted by Fleamont, James’ father. His warm smile reaches his eyes, and the tension in your shoulders eases just a little. "Ah, James!” the two share a hug that all men typically default to exchanging, however, James keeps his hand on your hip the entire time – he’s worried about not making you feel left out, ever the sweetheart. “And you must be the lovely lady we’ve heard so much about," Fleamont says kindly, his hand outstretched in warm welcome and you introduce yourself. You offer a genuine smile, relieved by his amiable reception. 

But before you can fully relax, you notice Euphemia standing just a few steps behind her husband. Her sharp gaze sweeps over you like she’s assessing every inch of your appearance, and you instinctively shift under her scrutiny. Her coldness was such a contrast to Fleamont’s earnest air that you quickly froze up under her scrutiny, a wave of goosebumps flushing over your exposed arms as frostbite shoots down your spine, stiffening your posture uncomfortably. 

“Well,” Euphemia starts, her voice cool but laced with an almost imperceptible edge, “you certainly…tried. I suppose there’s something to be said for effort but I suppose my expectations of your understanding of how to dress was much too high,” Her eyes linger on the neckline of your dress, and suddenly, it feels like you’re wearing a burlap sack instead of the stylish gown you’d ceaselessly agonized over.

You feel your heart drop, your confident walls collapsing to the floor and allowing insecurity to creep in. It’s like a storm cloud blotting out the sun, its opaque body not allowing a single ray to pass through. 

“Mother please!” James can’t believe his mother’s hostile demeanour. She was never like this with Lily and you’re a far more perfect match to him than she ever will. Fleamont takes charge before a heated quarrel breaks out, reminding everyone of the dinner prepared by the staff and Sirius who awaited them in the dining room.

What was once a confident smile now feels plastered on, your posture becoming rigid as you follow James and his parents to the dining room, where you find Sirius already seated at the table. Euphemia's judging voice echoes in your head, her disapproval poisoning your once optimistic thoughts, the stain of self-doubt spreading rapidly. 

Sirius stands from his seat and greets you and James with a warm hug. He can immediately sense the shift in your demeanour and bites back a frown. Through his relationship with Remus, he’s become incredibly fond of you and has seen the positive impact you’ve had on James – his brother in all but blood. Without you, Sirius can’t fathom where James would be at this point in time; Lily’s constant rejection of his devotion and breaking down of his identity had James feeling lost for a very long time, longer than it should have been. Sirius hated seeing James like that. But then you came along and, just like magic, James was back to his old self again. You happily accept his affection and appreciate him as a whole. It was only natural that James had grown addicted to you and was already speaking of marriage despite not being with you as long as he had been with Lily. 

On the boat ride here, Euphemia had made it clear how she saw you as another Lily Evans and her fear of losing her beloved son was making her act out harshly. Sirius had tried defending your honour but it was like talking to a brick wall. Fleamont was eager to see the girl that had brought his son joy again but Euphemia wasn’t so eager. He should have talked to James about this before you came down for dinner. 

“The food’s all ready and I’m starved. Let’s eat!” Sirius cheers, keen on diverting everyone’s attention and centralising their focus just to keep a momentary peace. However, a mother’s love, especially when turned toxic, is hard to quell. 

Throughout dinner, Euphemia’s comments continue, each one a little more pointed than the last. “It must be hard… trying to keep up with James' lifestyle. I imagine it’s quite the leap from what you’re used to.”

You swallow hard and force a polite smile, your appetite is completely gone so you don’t understand how you’re able to continue eating, “I’m managing well, thank you,” you try to keep your voice even and neutral, keeping a strong front but the words don’t come out as confidently as you’d hoped. 

James stiffens at your side, his jaw clenching into a sharp square as heated frustration builds within him, strong enough that you can feel the heat radiating from his skin. He turns toward his mother, his teeth bared and his tongue ready to lash out. The woman sitting beside his father was not his mother. He only ever knew his mother to be kind and understanding and warm, not this! The wretched imposter had no right to speak to you so harshly, not on his watch. However, before he could utter a single syllable, you had reached out to gently touch his knee beneath the table. “It’s fine, love,” you whisper gently despite your painfully aching heart. “It’s not worth making a scene. Not here.”

James looks at you, his apology written into his handsome features, and leans in to whisper, "I'm sorry. I don’t know why she’s acting like this. She… she’ll come around, I promise."

You offer a soft smile, but it feels like a lie. Because every word Euphemia throws at you chips away at your resolve and makes you feel smaller. The more time stretches on, the less worthy you feel of your place at this table, less worthy of being the woman who stands beside James Potter. Across the table, Fleamont and Sirius exchange uncomfortable glances, clearly aware of the tension but unsure of how to intervene. Sirius shifts in his seat, looking like he wants to say something but thinking better of it. You can see the sympathy in their eyes, but it’s not enough to drown out Euphemia’s judgment.

“James has always had such high standards,” Euphemia continues, her tone cutting. “It’s just… surprising to see him settle for someone so… ambitious but inexperienced.”

That’s the last straw. You feel the air tighten in your lungs, and before you know it, the sound of your chair scraping back cuts through the tense atmosphere. “Please excuse me,” you mutter, blinking away the sting of tears as you turn to walk away. 

This was too much… 

You don’t belong here. 

You don’t belong with James. 

She’s right. 

You need to leave 

“Wait—” James reaches for your hand, but you pull away, shaking your head. You can’t stay here a second longer. Not when every part of you feels raw, exposed, and judged for the things you can’t control. You don’t even remember how you make it back to your shared room but the next thing you know, you’re frantically packing your belongings with trembling hands. It makes the tasks so much harder to execute but you push through. Even when the tears begin to pour down your face and your vision blurs, you’re determined to escape this claustrophobic place despite your love being at the heart of it all. You don’t want to leave, you don’t want to hurt James, but you can’t take another moment being under Euphemia’s critical gaze. It feels too much like drowning. James is air but you don’t have the right to have him anymore… This is for the best.

Getting off this island was your only concern now. Outside, the sky has darkened, matching the tempest of emotions swirling inside you. It was thankful that you managed to slip out of the log cabin without James catching you; you definitely would have caved in if he did. You would have been convinced to stay just by looking into his eyes. Your resolve is still too weak right now. Getting away will help harden your decision – it’ll be for James’ sake so you have to hurry away quickly. The storm begins to rage as you make it down the path to the docks. The rain pelts down in sheets and soaks you through completely, but you don’t care. You just need to get away. Far away from the crushing weight of Euphemia’s disapproval and James, sweet, loving, handsome James who was no longer yours.

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Just as you hurry away,  James launches out of his seat and, storms to the other side of the dining room where Euphemia sits, unbothered. “What the hell was that?!” he demands, his voice trembling with an anger that is strong enough to make his limbs shake as well.

“James,” she starts, but he doesn’t let her finish. His question was rhetorical; how dare she even try to put into words what she had done to you?! 

“No, you don’t get to do this. Why were you so nasty towards her?! She didn’t do anything to deserve such treatment! You weren’t like this when I introduced Lily to you!”

“And look where that got you!” Euphemia defends, “For over a year, you no longer felt like my son! You were gone! Lost! I wasn’t going to let another ambitious girl treat you horribly only to leave once she was done with you, again!”

“She’s nothing like Lily!” James’ voice rises and Sirius flinches slightly at the volume; he’s never seen James this infuriated before. He didn’t even know he was capable of expressing fury quite like this, “She’s not going to leave me like Lily did. She’s different! She makes me happy, isn’t that what you’ve always wanted for me? Everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman, I see it in her. She can’t even compare to Lily! Lily is nothing to her! She’s better! She’s perfect.”

Euphemia's eyes widen ever so slightly, her face pale as the realisation hits. She thought she was protecting him—protecting him from another devastating heartbreak like the one Lily had left him with. But all she’s done is drive away the one person who makes her son happy. She doesn’t know what to say and stammers in her inability to come up with the right words, guilt slowly spreading across her features.

James can’t bring himself to continue looking at his mother and turns on his heel. “I need to talk to her…”

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You walk through the storm, barely able to see more than a few feet in front of you as the wind lashes your soaked clothes against your skin. The path is rough, and the rain feels relentless, stinging your face as it mixes with the tears you’ve been holding back. You just keep walking, unsure of where you’re going—only knowing you need to get away.

After what feels like hours of battling against the wind and rain, you spot something through the haze. Squinting through the downpour, you make out the shape of a small cabin perched near the rocky coastline. It looks old, weathered by the elements, but right now, it’s your only refuge. You make a dash for it, slipping slightly on the wet ground, but you manage to reach the door. It creaks open with some effort, and you step inside, trembling and soaked to the bone.

The cabin is small and bare, but at least it's dry. You find a few old blankets and wrap yourself in them, shivering as you curl up in a corner, trying to ignore the cold that seeps into your bones. As the storm rages outside, your mind spins with thoughts of the night—of Euphemia’s judgmental eyes, of James’ helplessness, of the fact that you left him behind.

You feel guilty for running, but you can’t stay. Not when it felt like every breath you took at that dinner table was judged.

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James is beside himself with worry, you’re not in the room. You’re not in the conservatory, you’re not in the bathroom, you’re not in the kitchen, you’re not in the wine cellar, you’re not in the game’s room, you're not in the back garden area – you’re nowhere! At that point, he had no choice but to go outside in search of you. He and Sirius had searched everywhere they could before the storm became too dangerous but still, nothing. The rain was falling too hard, the wind too fierce. 

Eventually, they had no choice but to call off the search until morning, though James had fought it every step of the way. Something broke inside him at the thought that you were outside on your own and in such a vicious storm too. You couldn’t have possibly thought that it was a good idea to power the boat and ride back to the mainland on your own with the storm, did you? Sirius had taught you the basics of stirring and handling the boat on the ride here but that it wasn’t extensive and only for beginners, you couldn’t have picked anything up after that one lesson! And it’s too dangerous with the weather! 

Now, he paces restlessly in front of the fireplace, the storm outside roaring as fiercely as the panic in his chest and the anxious thoughts in his head. Sirius sits nearby, quiet but equally concerned, casting glances at his best friend-turned-brother – he should have done more. Fleamont is in the corner, speaking in low tones with the small selection of staff, while Euphemia stands at the window, staring into the storm with a hollow look on her face.

“She’s out there because of you,” James snaps suddenly, his voice cutting through the tense silence. Euphemia flinches but says nothing. He’s right, after all. Everything she did, every biting word and critical glance she threw at you, had driven you away.

“James…” Sirius starts, trying to calm him down, but James shakes his head.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” He scrubs a hand over his face, eyes dark with worry and breath shallow with fear. “What if she’s hurt? What if she—” His voice breaks off, and Sirius stands to grip his shoulder, offering comfort and reassurance, a lifeline to solid ground as he tries to traverse the assaulting sea of apprehension he was drowning in.

“She’ll be fine,” Sirius says, his voice steady even though worry is also etched into his features. “We’ll find her in the morning.”

But morning feels like a lifetime away. All James can think about is you out there, alone and possibly scared, with no idea if you’ve found shelter or if you’ve been swept up by the viscous sea lapping at the island’s sandy perimeter. He doesn’t sleep that night, his eyes fixed on the window from his perch on the bed, watching the storm that keeps him from searching for you.

Euphemia lingers at the doorway, guilt weighing heavily on her and showing on her countenance. She didn’t mean for things to go this far. All she ever wanted was to protect her son, to keep him from getting hurt again. But now, seeing him like this—broken and desperate—it’s clear that she’s the one who’s hurt him. And she’s hurt you in the process. She wasn’t being strong for her son, she was the weakest she had ever been that night by allowing her biases to control her actions. Ashamed, she silently leaves and finds solace in her husband’s arms as guilty tears prick her eyes. 

As the night drags on, James barely moves from his spot. He doesn’t eat, doesn’t speak, doesn’t move an inch. He just waits, heart pounding in his ears, almost louder than the storm as he prays for your safety. 

In a small, secluded cabin, you curl up tighter under the blankets and listen to the storm batter the walls outside. It’s terrifying being out here alone, but the thought of going back to James and his judging mother feels just as frightening. Thankfully you happened upon this small, isolated shelter through the storm. It was a miracle. It felt as though the vicious winds were after you, ready to push you into the ferocious and hungry ocean, vulnerable to its harsh waters. It had been successful in sweeping away your packed luggage when you saw an oddness in the trees lining the edge of the path down to the docking area. 

The was fitted with all the amenities and with a wardrobe full of musty but clean clothes so you easily clean up and change into a man’s white button-up before collapsing on the sofa in front of the fireplace that your limbs were too heavy to light. 

You close your eyes, trying to block out everything but the sound of the rain, hoping sleep will come. Thankfully, the living room was much quieter because the bedrooms on either side buffered the harsh sounds. But, like James, you find no rest that night, haunted by the events of the evening and the storm that rages on. At least the distance has given you adequate time to think. Euphemia was right; you were being selfish by staying with James. He deserved someone better, someone worthy enough to, at least, have his mother’s approval. Your business wasn’t even that spectacular when compared to the empire his father had built. 

Even though it breaks your heart, today will mark the end of your relationship with James. You’re doing this for his sake. It’s for his betterment.  

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James doesn’t sleep a single wink. He keeps a close eye on the window, observing the storm as it throws about the trees and ocean outside. His heart thunders in his chest deafeningly, trying to entice him into stepping outside by masking the real storm beyond the log cabin and making it seem less dangerous. It took everything in him to resist — he isn’t any use to you if he gets swept up by the storm. 

Time crawls by agonisingly slow, it’s a miserable torture that has James entertaining his internal battles in an attempt to make time move faster. It isn’t until two in the morning that James wills himself into action. He reaches for the high-power torch he had used in the earlier search for you. The storm was finally settled enough for him to go searching through without risking his safety. It’s safe enough right now and he wasn’t about to wait around until morning to know if you’re safe or not. 

James was in such a hurry that he didn’t bother putting on a raincoat, he didn’t care that his shirt was immediately soaked through the instant he stepped outside and began searching for you. Following the path down to the docking area, he catches a glimpse of the docked boat battling against the raging waves under the light of his torch. The violent movement of the waves and the thrashing boat makes the breath in James’ throat turn icy and still. Were you on the boat? He hopes to god you’re not… Just the idea of you being in any kind of danger makes him want to set the world ablaze. Anything! He’ll do anything to make sure you’re safe. 

Caught up in the storm of his anxieties and trepidation, he almost misses the sight of your rich, brown luggage as its battered shape lays against a familiar tree. Stepping forward, James is filled with memories of a small cabin by the coast but safely behind the tree line that he and Sirius occupied every summer, away from his parents at the larger log cabin. Every day they would wake up and take a swim just as the sun was rising before hopping on their jet skis and racing against each other around the island’s coastline. It was a haven for him and Sirius on their yearly summer excursions, filled with happy memories and shared laughter. James looks down the beaten path with hope filtering into his eyes. He takes one step forward then another and another, more, until he’s sprinting down the path, through the trees and towards a familiar log cabin built for two. 

Please be inside!

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You wake up with a start to see the room drenched in a warm glow, the sight immediately making you stand from the sofa you had fallen asleep on. You didn’t light the fireplace last night… you were too exhausted to. It was thanks to the heat of the fire that you no longer needed to be bundled up in the blanket despite only wearing a white button-up and your panties. At the very least, your arms were free to move about without restrictions if you needed to fight back an intruder. 

“Love,” a familiar, warm voice calls in a whisper beside you. 

“James!” you gasp in shock when you see him standing before you, coming out of the bedroom shirtless with one of the spare shirts from the wardrobe in his hand and wet hair. Did he try finding you in the storm? The thought warmed your heart but your firm decision to leave him frosted over all warmth, leaving your chest hollow. Just as quickly as James saw your beautiful smile pull at your lips, your expression was disciplined into something cold and neutral. 

“I’m so glad you’re safe—” he tries to approach you with open arms and a relieved smile but you back away quickly, your hands pushed out as if to push him away. 

“No!”

“...No?”

“You shouldn’t be here, James. You shouldn’t have come looking for me!”

“And why not?” a familiar feeling comes creeping into James’ anxiously beating heart. He knows this suffocating atmosphere, he knows it too well. But that was only around Lily… never you. He loves you to the ends of the earth and he knows you love him just as much in return. Is that why the realisation hurts him more than it has ever hurt him with Lily? 

“It’s not safe out in the storm–”

“I had to look for you! I was so scared that you were in some kind of danger and needed help!” 

“WeShouldn’tBeTogetherAnymore!” you don’t meet his eyes despite shouting with such conviction. You don’t think you could have said it any other way. Blurting out the words frantically was easier than saying every syllable clearly. 

James doesn’t know what to say. At that moment, it hurt too much to look at him so you don’t see the way his face grew cold and his eyes became consumed by a darkness that wasn’t characteristic of him, “Your mother’s right… we don’t belong together.” 

The world spirals around James. This can’t be happening. You weren’t Lily. You can’t break his heart like this – you aren’t the type. You promised to be his forever and he promised to forever be with you— was there someone else? This can’t just be because of his mother! You’re his perfect match, there’s no way you would deny that, you always said you love him back. This is all a lie. James isn’t going to accept this!

“You don’t mean that, love,” James coos gently, not wanting to believe your words himself and approaches steadily like a crawling predator waiting to strike. 

“Y-yes I do!” You see his slow approach and try to maintain the distance between you but you can only move back so far before you’re pressed up against the wall. Seeing the opportunity, James raises arms and presses his palms on the wall beside your head, trapping you in place. Despite the proximity, you don’t meet his eyes.

“We don’t belong together…you deserve someone better. I can’t be with you anymore, we’re not a good match,” you sniffle and James resists the urge to kiss your tears away. Beside your head, his hands clench into fists against the wooden walls.

“Say it to my face then, look into my eyes and tell me you don’t love me anymore — that you don’t want me anymore,”

“James…” You muster up the courage but your voice still comes out, somewhat, shaky, “I-I don’t want to be with you anymore,” his expression remains steely and cold, the fierce glint of resolve in his eyes, unrelenting, “I don’t love you anymore…” 

“I don’t, at least, make you feel good?”

“No.”

He doesn’t respond, instead, he keeps you pressed against the wall and manoeuvres his face to rest beside your ear, his husky voice weakening your knees “Are you sure about that?” he snakes his hands around your waist to press his fingers into your lower back. Under his touch, you suppress a whimper of relief as his massaging motions ease some strain in your back. 

“James, stop it,” you huff, trying to push him away but you barely find the strength in yourself to shove him off with force. The love you have for him still lingers inside you, burrowed deep in your heart with no intent of leaving despite your earlier resolution. 

“No,” his fingers continue to massage your lower back as his lips begin to press a trail of kisses down your neck, “I don’t believe you,” he insists, “I can see it in your eyes,” he bares his teeth against the junction of your neck and shoulder, and draws a squeal from your parted lips, “You love me! You never stopped! And I’m the only one who can make you feel good!”

“No!”

“‘No’, you never stopped? ‘No’ no one makes you feel as good as me?” you can feel his naked chest pressing down against yours through the thin button-up, vibrating as he chuckles darkly. His hands start roaming your body, teasingly brushing against the sides of your breasts and tracing the curves of your silhouette. He loves your body. You’re the most beautiful woman he has ever had the honour of touching and kissing — his treasure. 

“Nooo!” you whine once more, not giving him a straight answer and succumbing to his familiar, fondling hands. He loves that you’re wearing his old shirt; not only do you look delectable in it but a surge of possessiveness washes over him at how small you appear. And the fact that you were allowing him to fondle you with your soft skin, pouty lips and pretty, tearful eyes, turns him on so much. 

Everything about you was a turn-on for him. James doesn’t think he’s ever been this hard before, it was almost painful still being in the confines of his trousers. But he wouldn’t dare waste time on frivolous things like that, hearing your soft, gasps and delicate moans spur him on to continue pulling moan after moan from your sweet lips. Lips that he had been neglecting to kiss and immediately moved up to capture in a heated tango.  

Time blurs along with the scene around you, all your mind can seem to comprehend is James’ weight pressing your back against the wall as his caressing hands map a dangerous path along your skin, getting closer and closer to your intimate areas — your nipples were already hard as rocks, attempting to poke through his thin button up as your panties were practically soaked through by your arousal. 

Your resolve to keep your distance and do what was best for him was close to gone, wiped from all areas of your mind so that the only thing left was a growing want for pleasure. A pleasure that only James could give. Mind numb, you had no strength to do anything except whimper and moan against his broad shoulder until he suddenly cups your right breast and uses his pointer finger to play with your hardened nipple through the fabric. 

“J-James!” you gasp, pulling away from his lips and ignoring the string of saliva connecting your lips to press against his shoulder with your shaking palms. Your resolve returns and the tug of war between your desires and reluctant refusal of his touch continues, “Ahhhh~ stop it~” he doesn’t stop, he couldn’t, he wouldn’t, “please…” you beg pathetically, the tone of your voice unclear. His hands, his lips and his touch were making you feel hot, and the beginning of a tight knot was forming in the depths of your lower abdomen — it was becoming harder and harder to resist him.  

While you’re distracted by the hand he has fondling your breast, James creeps his other hand up your inner thigh and edges your panties aside with a finger. He can see the realisation in your eyes when his finger brushes shyly against your clit. But he gives you no time to react and plunges his two fingers into your heat without warning. It was an easy entrance because you were so wet and hot and eager. And as James groans at the thought of his cock replacing his fingers inside you, his feverish probing against your inner walls shatters the last remaining strength in your knees. 

Your upper teeth bite down on your bottom lip, trapping the moans in your throat and keeping them from spilling. However, just as James pushes his fingers inside you, he’s pulling them out again. Soaked all the way down to his knuckles. He raises his two fingers to his lips and sucks them clean of your juices with a resounding groan as if he’s sampled the most flavourful dish he’s ever had. 

“Your mouth likes to lie, it’s great at lying apparently,” he snarls, the accusation and harsh tone making you whimper and your heart sinks from guilt. As always, he can see right through you. You don’t really want to leave James, he’s been the perfect boyfriend and you want to be with him forever… “so I’ll only trust what your pretty pussy lips have to say instead…” he licks his lips and stares into your eyes darkly, but rather than feel fear at his unusually impious stare, an arousing thrill flourishes in your stomach and raises the goosebumps on your upper arms, “it doesn’t taste like you don’t love me anymore,” a devilish grin stretches across his lips, his eyes never leaving yours, “you taste like you finally want me to love you all the way,” 

“No, I don’t,” your retaliating statement comes too firmly and too quickly for James to not heat up in anger. Where had your previous meekness and slow build-up to acceptance gone? It can’t just vanish; it’s still there…somewhere, he just needs to coax it out of you again!

With a rumbling growl from the back of his throat, he lifts you to hang off his shoulder without any care and takes a handful of long strides to his designated bedroom at the small cabin. He kneels down before throwing you onto the bed so that you fall back with just enough force and care to know that, despite his anger, he still loves you deeply. 

The strength behind his action leaves you shocked and vulnerable for a few moments but that’s all James needs. Gripping your thighs, he hoists your lower half up and rests the back of your upper thighs on his shoulders so he could devour your pussy shamelessly. 

Crying aloud, you arch your back and thrash against him. Your hands grip his soft, untamed curls and delude yourself into believing that you are actively resisting him, trying to push away his head from in between your thighs. However, in the position James has—lifted high with your abdomen pressed down by a hand and securing your lower back against his chest—it’s too difficult for you to push him away. You’re at his complete mercy. He kneels on the bed with his chin tucked into his collar, plunging his tongue in and out of your pussy, his nose stimulating your clit as he laps up as much of your juices as he possibly could. Beneath him, you’re floundering, half lifted into the air with only your shoulders, head and neck still on the bed. 

“James! Ahhhh!” You squeal in pleasure when he raises a hand to finger at your clit as his chin tilts up and his tongue curls deliciously inside you. He’s driving you closer and closer to the edge! 

Your once sweet James was gone. His loving and goofy self was lost to the lust-hungry man with his head buried between your thighs. He’s determined to unravel you at the seams with only the methodical writhing of his tongue and the stimulation of your sensitive clit. 

And, unravel, you did.

It was a searing white, hot and euphoric, sensation. Your erotic scream upon release was never registered by your ears as you were too consumed by rolling waves of ecstasy. The storm outside no longer existed. The rest of the world had disappeared too. It was only you and James and the bed. 

You don’t know how long it took you to finally catch your breath and focus your vision but when you did, James had pulled off your panties completely and was leaning over you, trying to hurriedly unbutton your– his shirt, desperate to see more of your skin. Without your panties, you’re naked underneath it and he needed to see you with nothing on. 

Quickly becoming impatient, James grips at the two halves of his button-up and savagely rips them apart as you gasp at the brute force he’s capable of exerting. But the instant his eyes fall upon your naked skin, his brutishness disappears entirely. His hazel eyes visibly soften and his fingers shyly drift over the skin of your stomach, delicate and caring, as if you were made of glass and he was afraid of breaking you. The loving, sweet James you knew was back. Though you were also getting quickly accustomed to his more savage side. 

“You’re so beautiful…” he whispers in awe and a surge of love tumbles over you, spurred by the admiration and worship in his pretty hazel eyes. The man before you was still your sweet and loving James, charming, kind and oh so loveable. It made tears fill your eyes. How did the two of you end up like this? With you refusing his love when you know that, deep down, that was all you ever wanted… forget your entrepreneurial dreams, James was it for you as much as you know you’re it for him. 

James didn’t allow you to contemplate your situation for very long as he was swiftly trailing delicate kisses up your torso and to your breasts. He eagerly sucks on your nipple, his hands placing themselves on your hips, pressing down – an anchor – and caressing your soft skin with his thumb. His tongue and teeth on your nipple pull endless streams of delicate whimpers and airy sighs from your lips, and he relishes every single one. 

You can see it in his hazel eyes, how much he adores it when your whimpers tremble and when your sighs raise a little higher in pitch. It compels you to keep vocalising your pleasure despite your mind arguing against you. You need to be stronger than this, you needed to resist him…he deserved better than you, he deserves greater happiness and he couldn’t have that if you were the one selfishly standing by his side, there’s a better match for him out there– but ohh~ he makes you feel sooo goood… 

Finally, he pulls away. You watch a strand of saliva connecting your nipple to his tongue slowly stretch and break off when he towers over your frame. His knees lock you in where he straddles your plush thighs and his back elongates to stretch his domineering figure taller, accentuating the ridges and lines of his toned abdomen. 

“You love me,” his voice is firm, trying to sway your decision and reel you back to him. 

“N-no…” You shake your head and your voice trembles with the lie. Your attempt to continue denying the obvious was pitiful and disappointing to the man before you. He clicks his tongue at your stubborn resistance but his gaze immediately softens at the sight of tears collecting at your waterline. With eyes like glass, the windows to your soul, James is reminded of why you were being so stubborn in the first place. 

It’s because he’s right. You do love him…and it’s because you love him that you will continue to resist. But it’s because you love him that he will continue to resist also. 

“I love you…” His soft gaze and loving words strip away all your defences. Your forged hatred and rejection disappear into nothing.

You don’t say anything. You can’t because how could you? After everything. After all your stupid decisions and flagrant exploitation of his trust, how could you ever return those same beautiful and affectionate words? Even if you mean every single one? You’re the selfish one here! His mother is right about him deserving better! Why can’t he see that?! 

To avoid his stare, you turn your face away and cover your eyes with your arm. Silence fills the room, and there’s a pause in all activity. All you want to do is escape the situation, denying ever being in such circumstances by rendering yourself incapable of seeing anything but darkness – the shadow of your arm, your only shield against James’s persistent call for you to return to him, to admit loving him back.

The silence lingers and is eventually broken by the sound of a belt being unbuckled followed by the shifting of fabric and a heart-thundering zzzzzzzzip….

Unveiling your eyes, you’re left speechless and blinking in shock at the sight of James taking off his pants and briefs. Unaffected by your frantic scramble, he stares down at you wordlessly. 

“James!…” he doesn’t answer your call.

You gasp, beginning to crawl backwards when he leans over you with his hard and angry erection in full view. In your peripheral, his length twitches and when you bend your knee to plant your feet on the bed and propel yourself backwards, your thigh comes so close to his hardness that you can feel the burning heat radiating from its stiff length.

“I’m going to show you how much I love you,” he finally says, “I’m going to fill you up over and over again, and I’m not going to stop until I know that you finally understand how much you mean to me,” he grabs your ankle and yanks you back down to him, your ass almost slipping off the edge of the bed, “understand how much I love you,” he trails a feathery touch up your thigh as he pushes them apart, “understand how I can’t live without you anymore and how desperately I want a future with you…” 

He raises your right leg and rests your heel against his shoulder, turning his face to kiss your ankle sweetly. His other hand grips your other thigh and anchors it to his waist, prompting your leg to wrap around him. “You’ll let me do it, won’t you?” He meets your eyes, “I know you love me, after all… isn’t that right?”

“...no….” You protest one last time but it’s so quiet, so demure and so lacking in strength that James searches your eyes for the real answer. As much as you know you have to resist him and deny his advances for his own betterment, you silently plead for his love. Your tearful eyes beg him to do whatever he wants and to give you his everything. You want him to love you all the way, like he always said he would despite his reluctance to love wholly once more after Lily Evans. What rotten timing. The time he’s finally willing to become yours and vice versa officially, his overprotective mother scares you away. 

“Speak up, love,” he urges despite knowing everything he needs to know only through the look in your eyes. You feel him lube up the head of his cock with your juices, letting out a shaky breath as he does so before finally lining himself up with your entrance. 

“No,” You voice a little louder. 

“No?” He bucks against your entrance with a hiss and you bite back a moan. 

“N-no…” he laughs at your pathetic whimper, the sound of which makes your lower belly clench around nothing. It was so sadistic and demeaning —you didn’t know that he could ever be like this, let alone make you feel this way. 

“Then—!” You both gasp when the swollen head of his cock breaks through your tight entrance, “then I’ll just—“ he continues to push forward, enjoying the view of your trembling form under him. He almost coos at how your small hands shakily grip the sheets, “—take you,” he exhales slowly after successfully burying himself inside you, he leans down to whisper inches away from your face, “I’ll just take you as I please,”

The brutal pace he sets from the start unhinges your jaw to let out a silent scream of pleasure. He had eaten you out so well that there was no pain, just a lingering ache after every punishing thrust, which only added to the pleasure. His rhythm steals your breath but doesn’t stop you from moaning erotically with your head thrown back in pleasure. 

“Oh, James! Ahhh!” You sob and stare up at him pleadingly, not knowing exactly what you were begging for anymore, “J-Jamie~…!” Above you, James groans at the sound of his name rolling off your tongue — only you could make his name sound oh so sweet~

“That’s it, love,” he smiles down wickedly, “that’s a good girl~” your back arches at his praise, which pushes your hips against him and catches the head of his cock against your walls at a different angle, pulling a squeal from your bitten lips.  

“Oh~” he coos, leaning forward to grip your hips as he lets go of your legs, “you like that spot, do you?” He holds your hips in place, marking the angle that gave you the most pleasure and proceeds to abuse your weakness viciously, his punishing thrusts unrelenting.

“O-ohh God! Ahhh!” 

“You don’t love me?” He challenges in between pants, groaning as your velvet walls throb and flutter around his stiff length, “LIES!” He snaps, suddenly pulling out of you so he could flip you over and take you from behind, “You’re a fucking liar!” 

Your front half collapses from the pleasure and James is left to hold your hips up himself, “I-I’m not,” you sob into the sheets, the tears in your eyes spilling past your waterline and getting soaked up by the soft linen.

“Then WHY are you so WET, love?” He growls into your hair, having leant over to press his torso against your arched back and bury his face into the back of your head, his mouth angled to your ear so that his breath tickles your skin at every word. Both of you groan in unison as the position makes him reach impossibly deep inside you, “WHY do you keep clenching around me like — oh fuck— like you want to drain my balls dry?”

“Ahhh! James!” he speeds up suddenly and you can barely keep up with your breathing. 

“And WHY are you pushing your hips back for me? Hm? You want me in deep, do you?” your gasp of realisation is disguised by your surprised squeal when his large hand comes down harshly to hit your ass. 

“Th-that’s not—“Despite your verbal protest, you don’t stop moving your hips in tandem with his own. You can’t help it. He feels too good! So big and thick and he’s hitting all the right places…!

“I’ll give you what you want,” he picks up the pace and bites your shoulder, quickly kissing and licking the stinging mark he leaves behind, “I’ll fill you up, love,” you don’t protest, instead, you moan louder and encourage him to push you closer and closer to the edge, “I’ll fill up your fertile, greedy little belly good— Aah! Okay?” 

You don’t answer him as pleasure takes over your mind and all you can do is moan. James also succumbs to the pleasure, sweat on his furrowed brow and tension building in his muscles as he quickly approaches his euphoric end. 

But no — he won’t allow himself that until you are fully satisfied. He’ll bring you to your release over and over again before he even thinks about stopping. 

With a scream, your vision turns white and your body stiffens up. James cries with pleasure, almost sobbing at the heavenly convulsions of your tight walls around him. As you slowly go limp beneath him, he finally succumbs to his own pleasure, satisfied that had reached your peak already. With a loud, shuddering moan, James pumps you full of his pent-up cum but he doesn’t stop thrusting. His movements are significantly more sluggish but he’s determined to push his white, thick release as deep as it can go.   

“You’re so beautiful…” he doesn’t pull out, “my beautiful girl, all mine,” you feel his large hand gently press against the soft skin of your belly and you hear the smile in his voice when he realises– “you’re full of me now. You took me so well, baby,” he coos beside your ear, his hot breath sending a shudder down your spine. 

Tilting you both over to lay on your side, he presses into you from behind and cuddles you close. The two of you lay there catching your breaths with James still buried inside you, determined not to pull out and spill all signs of your union.  

“...James?” you ask quietly after finally managing to catch your breath. 

“Yes, love?” he purrs lowly, kissing behind your ear as he pulls you impossibly close. The affection makes your heart flutter lightly. It’s impossible to deny him like this. Why did he have to make you feel so good? Why did he have to make you feel so loved?

“Please just… think about it?” He tenses up and you hold your breath in preparation for what may come.

“Think about what?...” his hands begin to wander at your front, his delicate touch tracing an unbroken path over your soft skin, “About how much I love you? How much I dream of our future together?”

His words make you tear up, “No, not that—”

“Then, about how beautiful you are? Because you’re very beautiful, my love,” still inside you, James’ fat cock begins to rise again, erect and throbbing for friction, lots of friction. 

“J-James–! Ahh! Wait!”

“And I don’t think you realise how beautiful you are, pet~” he coos almost demeaningly, ignoring your squirming, “it’s about time I show you just how beautiful you really are, and how beautifully you take my cock.” your breath stills at the implication, making James smirk into your hair, “Ready for round two?”

Yelping pathetically, James lifts you like a ragdoll and shuffles you both into the bathroom. He had to pull out for the manoeuvre and thick globes of his release poke at the ring of muscle at your entrance. The sensation makes you whimper and clench around nothing, making his hot cum slip out and begin crawling down your inner thigh. Inside the bathroom, James leans you over the sink and carefully parts your hair to kiss the slope of your shoulder before his large hands grab the globes of your ass to pry them apart delicately. 

The sight of his thick cum oozing out of your pussy and leaking down your inner thigh pulls a guttural groan from the depths of James’ chest. “You’re so fucking sexy baby,” he praises and smirks at the whimper his comment pulls from your pretty lips, “but what a waste of my cum.” He positions himself behind you, feet shoulder-width apart, and presses his mushroom tip against your wet opening. You’ve become so sensitive that the simple touch makes you squirm but his strong hold on your hips keeps you still. Without warning, he pushes inside so violently, you cry out and fall forward. You would have hit your head if your hands hadn’t come up to brace you against the large wall mirror above the sink. 

“Letting my cum drip out of you like that means I need to fill you up again, lovie,” he coos sweetly as if he wasn’t railing you from behind and pushing more of his thick cum out of you. He’s using his spilt seed as lubrication for your second round. “What a devious little minx you are,” James rests his chin against your bare shoulder, his bent-over form hitting a new angle and making you wail in pleasure, “I bet you pushed it out on purpose so I would pump you full again.” He kisses your cheek and you have to face down so you didn’t have to watch yourself getting savagely fucked by the devilish beast who’d possessed your loving boyfriend’s (ex? – that broke your heart) chiselled body. If you continued watching the erotic scene, you would cum too quickly and… you didn’t want that… 

“Look at yourself!” James demands and pushes your chin up from underneath, forcing you to watch yourself get fucked. 

Eyes wide, you try to look away but he holds your chin in place, “N-no! James!”

“Why not?” he pants heavily, pleasure evident on his beautiful face. You can tell that he was savouring the feeling of you with the way every odd twitch of his brow perfectly corresponded to the sporadic tightening of your walls, “you look so beautiful, my love, see?” he meets your eyes in the mirror, “you’re an angel, an angel who’s perfectly made for me. And I, you,” his poetry weakens your resolve more and more, “Don’t you see how beautiful we look together? We’re the perfect match, baby.” your moans and pants fog up the mirror, unable to say anything back as you’re too lost in the pleasure. James takes his hand away from your chin and focuses on aiming every powerful thrust perfectly so that you feel every tingle of pleasure spike up your spine. Maybe it’ll be able to convince you to stay with him despite his mother’s unwarranted comments. 

Feeling yourself tear up at your lover’s words and the sight of your pairing, you turn to the side, only to gasp at the new sight. The glass barrier of the shower provides you with the faintest reflection of your full-body lovemaking with James. His toned body and perfectly carved muscles make him look like a god and he was fucking you as if he had never felt pleasure like this before. His powerful thrusts make your ass bounce rhythmically and his down-turned face makes it obvious how transfixed he is with the movement, urging him to continue despite the ache in his legs and hips. 

Seeing the two of you joined together like this and fully lost in the throes of passion stirs something in your lower belly. It’s familiar and aching and hot and—

Throwing your head back, you scream in pleasure and reach your high once again. Your legs are shaking and your hands try to grip the surface of the mirror in an attempt to steady the convulsions of your upper body. Behind you, James gives a few more powerful thrusts before spilling his hot cum inside you again. With the way your walls pulse and throb around him, your uterus wanted to swallow every bit of his cum and make a baby. And with how viscous his release is, there’s a high chance you’ve become pregnant. 

Your legs are weak but James keeps you up with steady hands and a secure frame. Again, despite already reaching his high, James doesn’t stop thrusting into you until you’re whimpering from overstimulation. Finally coming to a full stop, James lets out something between a sob and a groan, burrowing his face into your shoulder, “Don’t leave me— please don’t leave me… I love you,” where his lashes press against your skin, a wetness pools and you’re alerted to his tears. 

You take a shuddering breath and reach up a hand to comb through your lover’s untamed curls. “I’ll stay Jamie…” James almost snaps his neck in half looking up, his wide, hopeful eyes connecting with yours in the mirror.

“You..?”

“I’ll stay,”  you repeat gently but firmly, smiling at him. 

“Really?”

“Yes really,” you giggle at his visage; he looks like a kid on Christmas day. “At this rate, I don’t really have a choice,” you begin teasingly as his brows furrow in wonder, “after all of that, I might as well be pregnant right now,”

Your joke isn’t met with a humorous chuckle like you expect, instead, there’s a stirring inside you. Gasping softly, you turn your head and meet James’ dark stare with wide-eyed shock, “Jamie! It’s t-too soon—” he captures your lips fiercely and begins ramming into you for the third time – in a matter of seconds, he had become rock hard again. However, in the state that you were in, sensitive from overstimulation, there isn’t a chance of you lasting longer than a minute. “A-ahhhh! James!”

“Fuck! I love you so much~” James moans deeply, a string of saliva connecting your lips as he pulls back from the heated kiss, “you drive me fucking crazy,” you try holding on for as long as you can but James slapping your ass only to grip possessively at the flesh was all it took to make you cum again. The high makes you tear up, becoming a pitiful, whimpering mess beneath your tenacious lover. 

“I want to make sure you’re really pregnant by the end of tonight,” James comments as he presses a kiss into the back of your head. “We can keep going until sunrise, can’t we, love?”

There’s only one true answer to that, “yes~”

A/N : please excuse my inexperience, this is the first official nsfw oneshot i've written ever. the only 'qualification' i have is that i am an avid reader of nsfw content so...yeah, i'd appreciate some constructive criticism wherever possible just please go easy on me... also, i apologise for the long wait since my preview of the piece, i had to rearrange the scenes and rewrote some stuff but it's finally here so i hope you darlings enjoyed the read!

p.s i worked on this on and off for a long time so please excuse me if it feels patchy in some areas (｡Ó﹏Ò｡)

NAVI. | SHORT VER.

TAGLIST : @prongsio ; @starchaser-lily ; @somewereinthegalaxi ; @wicked-sprite-66 ; @futurecorps3

[papillon-mechant]

can i get a short lil sumthin sumthin about remus and his girlfriend being academic weapons, sirius and james thinks they're boring bc they've been doing their work in the library for hours but they're actually cockwarming and seeing who'll crack first heheheh 👀👀👀

"Focus, Lupin"

Pairing: Remus Lupin x girlfriend!reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: well, smut of course! Exhibitionism, possessive Remus, yall are both freaks tbh, cucking? cock warming, riding

A/N: The other marauders have a big fat stinking crush on you but that's neither here nor there until the end of the fic. Sighhh, I go through my marauders mood swings. Your house isn't clear so feel free to pick any of them.

Tags: @yvy1s @innercreationflower

Remus hooks his chin over your shoulder, looking for all the world as if he's just getting into a better position to read his chicken scratch notes, pressing your back even further against his chest. You inhale, clenching around him at the sudden movement. You scoff at his near-inaudible laughter, elbowing him as he chuckles into your neck.

"Quit it." You grumble, quil moving at the speed of light as you furiously write.

"Quit what?" He moves the textbook you're sharing closer, the big hand he places on the page mirrors the one that's settled on your stomach. He spreads his fingers wide like he's stretching them before he drums them along the parchment. You wish you hadn't left your robes in your dorm, at least then you'd have another layer between your skin and Remus's teasing touch.

"You're cheating." You hiss, but that's the most you do to reprimand him. It's your fault you're in this mess anyhow.

Both of you are always the highest scorers in your class. And with the past few exams, you've been getting the same score or beating each other by a point or two. It's bloody frustrating.

You continuously tried to one-up each other in academics, long after you two started dating. He's your rival first, boyfriend second.

At this very moment, before you both sit two half-done papers for your N.E.W.T-level Alchemy class that isn't due for another week, but you get extra house points if you're the first to turn it in.

Which you plan to be, even if half the blood in your brain has traveled down to where you're swollen and soaked. You both sit completely clothed, other than where you're hitched on Remus's cock, knickers pulled to the side.

Of course, the library is empty. It's nine in the afternoon on a Friday. And it was your idea to see whose dedication would overpower their carnal desires. 

He laughed you off at first. A soft, dismissive chuckle rumbling from his chest, muffled by the book he barely looked up from. Typical, shaking his head as if you'd said something absurd and that was the beginning and end of it. But you knew him well enough by now to know which buttons to push—and exactly how hard. 

"Yeah, right," you sighed, letting your tone drop into exaggerated defeat as you flopped back against his headboard. "Wouldn't be much of a competition anyway."

Remus paused mid-turn of the page. His brows furrowed, eyes flicking to you in sharp suspicion, but you didn't look at him. Not yet. Instead, you stretched out along his bed like a cat, carefully keeping your expression blank as you toyed with the edge of the blanket.

"...And what's that supposed to mean?" His voice was sharp, clipped, but you could hear the curiosity, the irritation. The competitive edge. Exactly what you were counting on.

"Hm? Oh, nothing." You waved a hand vaguely in his direction, settling yourself comfortably against his pillows. You stretched a little more, arching your back like a cat before flopping onto your side. You kept your expression perfectly neutral, but you knew he could feel the smirk simmering beneath the surface. "It's just...well, we both know you'd give in long before me. So there's truthfully no point in even entertaining the idea." You shrugged, all nonchalance, even as you felt your chest flutter at the way his brows drew together. "I'm just agreeing with you, Rem."

His scoff was immediate, sharp and incredulous. You'd earned yourself a full look now, his book lowering just enough to reveal the disbelief etched across his face. “That’s not what I said.”

You shrugged as if it was no concern to you, deliberately looking away like the conversation was already over, knowing full well he wouldn’t let it rest. You flipped onto your stomach, propping your chin on your hands to stare at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Didn’t need to." 

You bit your lip to keep from smiling as his book lowered—not abruptly, but slowly, deliberately. One inch, then two—his sharp amber eyes flicking to yours. The forefinger he slipped between the pages made it look like he might still pretend to be reading, but you knew better.

The scar closest to his eye twitched, irritation flickering faintly across his face. Merlin, you always loved how expressive that scar was when he was annoyed. One of his fingers tapped against the book spine resting on his chest, the motion twitchy.

He exhaled through his nose—sharp, like he was trying to keep it together—and finally set the book aside. His movements were precise, controlled, but there’s no hiding the faint flush creeping over his neck or the way the corner of his mouth twitched.

You knew you got him. He tried, and failed, to mask his irritation and it was almost unfair how easy he was to rile up. Almost

He let a long silence settle, the weight of his gaze pressing into you. Finally: “…You taking the piss?” 

You let the grin spread across your face this time, sitting up slightly so your chin props on your hands. "M'as serious as the plague, Lupin."

The staring match that followed was something out of a duel, the cogs in his mind clearly spinning. The tension stretched taut between you, thick as smoke, neither of you daring to blink.

His book stayed in his hand for a moment longer, though you saw the exact second he gave up pretending to read. Then, to your satisfaction, he closed his book with an audible thud and set it aside. He shifted, sitting up and leaning forward. He crossed his arms over his broad chest, the muscles in his forearms flexing with the movement, and your stomach twisted—just a smidge.

"Go get your books," he said, his voice low and challenging, sending electricity up your spine. "And meet me in the library."

“Oooh, someone's touchy," you said, walking your fingers up his thigh, muscles tensing under your touch. “Formal battlegrounds now, is it? Bold move, Rem. I thought you liked keeping your humiliations private. But if losing in public gets your rocks off, who am I to deny you?"

His lips twitched—an almost-smile that was gone too fast to catch properly. “I’ll be the one handing out the humiliation, thanks.” 

"Stakes?" you asked, cocking your head.

"Loser buys the winner chocolate frogs for a week," he said, already swinging his legs off the bed. Then, after a pause, he glanced over his shoulder, smirking faintly. "Or…whatever else I decide." 

You pushed yourself up with a wicked grin that matched his, already moving toward the door. “Alright, but don’t be mad when you’re the one giving in first. I know you can’t resist me for long.” 

Behind you, you heard him huff a laugh, though it sounded like he was trying to hide it. “Get your books, trouble. Let’s see how well you actually handle restraint.” 

You were confident by the end of this week you'd overdose on chocolate frogs. Remus might be brilliant and disciplined, but he’s not immune to distraction. Especially distraction in the form of his wickedly beautiful girlfriend.

Truthfully, it was daft of you to assume Remus would play fair. You mix two people who are as competitive as they are horny and it leads you here, on your boyfriend's lap, surely dripping onto the wooden bench under you.

He hums as if he's thinking over the definition of cheating and if what he's doing right now counts as it—which it does.

"S'that right?" He mumbles into your neck and you almost reach for your wand, honest, "I don't see any cheating here, love. Just good old fashioned studying, just like you wanted."

He thrusts up, and your hand flies up to cover your mouth. You see his quill moving out of the corner of your eye without the aid of a hand. "Cheater," you pant, but don't move to stop him or even continue writing your essay. You allow yourself to enjoy the slow, steady rock of his hips against yours—only for a moment. Every vein and ridge dragging against your hypersensitive walls.

You go to reach back—for support, for a futile attempt at stopping the way he rocks into you, feeling as inevitable as the ticking of time—with your other hand, but are stopped by the quill in your hand. You're reminded, there and then, that winning over Remus is almost, if not just as satisfactory as a hard won orgasim.

You put quill to ink pot, and then, quill to parchment. Remus curses behind you but doesn't stop. Not with you panting and whining behind gritted teeth. Not with you clenching around him like a Grindylow's spindly fingers, tightening with a merciless grip. He doesn’t stop until the familiar voice of his mates cuts through the fog.

"There you two are. Should've known you'd be held up in here weeks before your assignment is done. On a weekend at that—" Sirius trails off as he and James discover the little nook you and Remus have secluded yourselves too, as well as the...odd position you find yourselves in.

It's not that he's never seen you two be affectionate, especially nearing the full moon as it is, but you in Remus's lap like this, a flustered look on your face, well, he's not a dumbass. Something out of the ordinary is happening here.

James on the other hand is none the wiser, brows furrowing in self righteous disappointment.

"We've been looking for you two everywhere. Party's not that far off, you know the turn out will be lethal even if we lost the match to those snakes." There was a foul that should've been called, but wasn't, a sligh that the refs didn't catch. In traditional Gryffindor fashion, they didn't whine about a rematch or about the unfairness of it, and in typical Slytherin fashion, they didn't either. But they needed you two to help set up certain spells only you two knew because, well, you created them. Definitely not because they liked watching the way their best mate's girl stretched and bent as she set up in the Gryffindor commons.

"We know," Remus says, glancing up at the boys before looking back to one of the open textbooks. "The plan's to party the weekend away, yeah? It's why we're getting the assignment out of the way. Sooner you let us finish this," he's slowly sliding his hands up from your knees to your hips, pushing you down with such strength that your stomach clenches, "sooner we can help."

"It's...it's just an essay, Sirius. We'll be done before the Hufflepuffs start," you almost bite your tongue mid-sentence when Remus ghosts a callused finger over your aching clit, playing it off as a hiccup, "bringing the snacks.

Neither of you say anything more as you have a sneaking suspicion that they're going to catch on, chances of you opening your mouth to speak only for a moan to tumble out are high. Remus is quiet because he hopes they do figure it out, either from the audible wetness of your cunt or your eyes rolling back as he makes you cum. 

Remus knows they're in love with you and have been since third and fourth year. He's tempted to invite them a glimpse under the table so they can see how he has you stretched around his cock, squirming and wanton. What better way of making sure they know you're his?

And from the way Sirius looks the two of you over, glances down at the table, and raises his perfectly sculpted brows as James begins to ramble at you, there’s no mistaking that Sirius knows. Of course he does. Sirius always knows. His stormy eyes flick down again—deliberate, calculating—as if he’s debating whether or not to call you out. He hums, low and thoughtful, as if weighing the satisfaction of saying something versus letting the moment play out. Instead, he smirks faintly and leans against a nearby bookcase, letting James’s oblivious chatter fill the space.

Remus holds his gaze, unflinching, daring him to say a word. For a brief, reckless moment, he considers sliding his chair back just enough to let Sirius catch a glimpse of how thoroughly he has you. The thought makes his cock twitch inside you, and from the way Sirius’s smirk curves a fraction higher, it’s almost like he knows that, too.

Remus doesn’t full-on smirk when they lock eyes, but it’s a close thing.

"…Right.” Sirius tilts his head slightly, his sharp grey eyes dragging over the two of you like he’s piecing together a puzzle he’s already solved. His gaze flicks down to the table again—just briefly—and then back up to meet yours. The corner of his mouth twitches, not quite a smirk, but close enough to make your stomach drop. “You know, you two really are awful at being subtle.”

Your heart skips a beat, heat rushing to your face as you open your mouth to protest—except Sirius doesn’t give you the chance. He hums thoughtfully, his gaze flicking to Remus, and then back to you, like he’s enjoying the power of watching you squirm. “But don’t think being pretty gets you out of work,” he adds smoothly, leaning in to knock his knuckle against the table. “You’ve got until ten on the dot before I come back and drag you out of here myself.”

James, oblivious as ever, snorts and waves Sirius off. “Don’t listen to him, he’s just mad because we need you for the setup,” he says, rolling his eyes. He jabs a thumb at Sirius, then gestures toward the door. “I told him you’re probably in here studying, because what else would you two be doing on a Friday night?”

Sirius hums again, a low, knowing sound, his gaze locking with Remus’s in a silent challenge. The corner of his mouth curves, just enough for you to wonder if he’s going to say something more—something that will make it impossible to deny that he knows exactly what’s happening beneath the table.

But instead, he lets out a soft laugh, straightening from the bookcase. “Sure,” he drawls, his voice dripping with amusement. “Studying.” His eyes grow bigger as he says it to emphasis just how little he believes that rubbage excuse.

He casts one last look over the two of you, smirking faintly, before turning to leave, James already rambling on about the next Quidditch match as they disappear into the corridor. Relief floods your chest for all of three seconds—before Remus tilts his hips just so, dragging another whimper from you as his cock presses deeper.

You bite your cheek, barely able to return James's wave goodbye before you're digging your nails into Remus's thighs. The same thighs that are currently spreading yours apart. Your skirt rides up, exposing you to the air and his sly hands.

"This," your hips twitch against his as he traces feather-light fingers over your puffy lips, swollen with need. You bite back a whine, huffing harshly through your nose as those fingers move down where the base of his cock sits snugly in you, tubbing slick where you and he are connected. "This is how you're cheating."

"If you're so much better than me, you should be able to focus, no problem, right?" He has an arm wrapped around your waist again, the other flipping pages.

"Fine." If that's how he wants to play, then you are more than game. You lean forward, elbows on the table as you grind your hips back and forth, barely raising off of him before coming back down with your fluttering warmth squeezing around him. "Focus, Lupin. Or, mh, at least try."

"Shhhit. D-dearest, that's not—" he cuts himself off with a truly shameless moan, both hands gripping your waist. He doesn't stop you, no, wouldn't dream of it. Instead, he helps you balance as you move faster, busy chasing your high more than you're focused on sabotaging Remus. "You, your—Merlin, you're bloody brilliant."

At this point, you don't know what'll come first: you, Remus, or Sirius's wrath.

[papillon-mechant]

no fondling in the dog house

Sirius Black x fem!reader who has to pick him up from the kennel [1.1k words]

CW: talk about fondling bollocks, a police station, Sirius being the least serious person, a good humoured argument between partners, threats of neutering/castration

“Now, ma’am, you are aware that under the highway code, dogs must be kept on a lead?”

“Yes sir.” You offered as earnestly as you could, though you couldn’t help the indignance that coloured your voice at the fact that you were the one being scolded for this misdemeanour right now. 

“And that they must be accompanied by their owner.” The enforcement officer continued, cocking an unimpressed eyebrow at you for your insolence. 

“Of course; I really am sorry, sir.” You offered more sincerely; you were really very sorry that you were here at all. 

“They’re also meant to be microchipped by the time they are 8-weeks old.” He continued, sifting through the numerous documents you signed after proving that the large black dog that had been picked up by muggle animal control did, indeed, belong to you. 

“Oh, he’s going to be microchipped alright.” You grumbled, adding a quiet “gonna look at having him neutered, too” under your breath. 

The officer ignored you as he called to his coworker to bring the stray out. 

“What did you say his name was again?”

But before you had a chance to answer, his coworker let out a surprised ‘oof’ when you heard the sound of paws galloping down the kennel hall before a large, long-haired black dog came barrelling through the doorway and sat excitedly at your feet.

“Padfoot.” You offered reproachfully, both in answer to the enforcement officer you just spent the past forty minutes being chastised by and in greeting to your boyfriend who was officially in the dog house. 

Padfoot offered you a bark back in response; the enforcement officer still seemed rather displeased with the both of you, but the kennel attendant let out a pleased laugh at the exchange. 

“What the fuck?” You asked the dog, to which he responded by nuzzling against your hand with his snout. You gently shoved it away from you. 

“He’s really quite a well behaved dog.” The attendant offered, either missing the disbelieving and reproving looks from both you and the enforcement officer respectively, or choosing to ignore them. “Usually strays are all stressy and anxious, but he sat patiently during intake and followed me right to the kennel without any hesitation.”

Padfoot looked between you and the attendant as if saying “did you hear that? I was good!” whilst you and the officer both stared at them a little bit longer before you ultimately broke the silence. “Yeah,” you deadpanned, “I’m sure he was a real treat.” 

“Don’t forget to invest in a tag for him.” The officer called as you slid a collar and lead onto Padfoot.

“Will do, officer. I really am sorry for all of this. I swear, it will not happen again.” 

Seemingly appeased, he waived you off, and you and Padfoot exited the police station. 

You dropped the lead and let Padfoot drag it himself as you turned down the alleyway - nearly snapping your wand with the force you used to tap the enchantment that brought you back to the magical side of London - and stepped right into Diagon Alley. 

“Baby-”

“Oh don’t you baby me, Sirius.” You hissed as you turned on your heel to glower at your boyfriend; you watched his cupid’s bow flatten as he folded his lips over his teeth in an attempt to keep from laughing, though you were pleased that the furrowing of his brows and the fact that he was wringing the collar and lead between his hands let you know he was at least somewhat contrite. “Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was for me?”

“Uhm, I think it was a little bit more embarrassing for me, doll. The intake form asked if I was altered or not, which ultimately saw that attendant fondling my bollocks.”

“Oh, and I’m sure you hated that.” You spat as you turned on your heel, fighting against the smile that threatened to take over your face at Sirius’ bark of laughter. 

“Baby, I’m sorry. You know you’re the only one I like fondling my bollocks.” He laughed as he jogged to catch up to you.

“Yeah well, it won’t be happening any time soon, I can tell you that much for free.” 

“Oh come now.” 

“What were you even doing!?” You asked then, stopping in the spot and nearly causing Sirius to collide with you. 

“I may have said something to James, Remus, and Pete about how stags love Padfoot, and they argued that Prongs didn’t exactly count as a stag, so I wanted to prove them wrong.”

“They dared you, didn’t they?” You surmised, hearing Sirius’ half truth for what it was.

“It wasn’t so much of a dare as it was a scientific experiment-”

“Sirius.”

“Okay! Okay, yes, they dared me. So, I figured I’d head over to Richmond Park and befriend myself a stag. I would have, too! If that fuckin’ auror hadn’t gone and foiled my plan.”

“They’re called officers, Sirius.” You corrected darkly. “You were caught by muggle officers.” 

“Why do you think you had to pick me up!?” Sirius exclaimed then. “I couldn’t very well turn back into myself and explain the situation away. And you know I’m pants at obliviation.” 

“Shame.” you huffed as you carried on towards Gringotts. “I was hoping you could obliviate this entire memory for me.”

“I would, too. Better than being stuck in the dog house.” Sirius muttered, though you could hear the smile in his voice. “Where are we going?”

“The bank.”

“Why?” 

You halted in your quest again, this time causing Sirius to trip in his attempt to avoid slamming into you. “You owe me - I had to bail you out, Sirius! They charged me fines; I have a record now.” 

“Completely fair, doll. I’ll be right back.” He agreed, pressing a kiss to your cheek that had you pretending to shove him away before he started towards the bank. 

“And take out enough to buy yourself a collar and a tag with my contact information on it!” You shouted, pausing before you added “And enough for ice cream!”

“Consider it done, babe. Anything else?”

“Yeah,” you called as you started walking towards Flourish and Blotts, “you’re getting microchipped.”

You didn’t need to turn around to know that Sirius was looking at you quizzically. “What’s a microchip?” He called as you kept walking. “Babe? Oi, babe! What’s a microchip!?”