#Harry Potter x Reader

[fromduck]

Me with you guys simping over hot men

[waterfae]

I recently started reading Tom Riddle x Reader fics and this has got to be one of my favorites so far. It had everything I could ever ask for in this type of fic. The rivalry. The banter. The misunderstandings. The emotional constipation. Oh, how I love emotional constipation in my fics. There was spice, but not overdone. At one point, it didn't feel like I was reading as "Y/N" anymore. I felt more like one of her friends going: "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, JUST KISS ALREADY!" And I love when you get to see the other person's POV at the end. OH GOD.

I had every intention of taking it slow and savoring this fic, but it had me by the throat from the get-go and I ended up binge reading it in one sitting. 😩 So beautifully written. This is one I will more than likely revisit often.

"You're going to destroy me." "You're going to like it."

OH.MY.FUCKING.GOD.

━━━★𝐌𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓★━━━

✦ 𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐱 𝐘/𝐍 ✦ 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒-𝐓𝐎-𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 ✦ 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒!𝐓𝐎𝐌 ✦ 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄!𝐓𝐎𝐌 ✦ 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐒 ✦ 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 ✦ 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 ✦

☾⭒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏⭒☽ ☾⭒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐⭒☽ ☾⭒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟑⭒☽ ☾⭒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟒⭒☽ ☾⭒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟓⭒☽ ☾⭒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟔⭒☽ ☾⭒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟕⭒☽ ☾⭒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟖⭒☽ ☾⭒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟗⭒☽ ☾⭒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏𝟎⭒☽ ☾⭒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏𝟏⭒☽ ☾⭒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏𝟐⭒☽ ☾⭒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏𝟑⭒☽ ☾⭒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏𝟒⭒☽ ☾⭒𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋⭒☽

[pottersfia]

I love your work and I’m wondering if you can make a Harry Potter x reader! Where the reader is a Slytherin and she’s all cocky and shit and she’s enemies with Harry. They get in a argument and out of frustration Harry kisses her and then they Have rough sex?

harry x fem!reader

smut

a/n: sorry this took so long! it was a fun write :)

out of all the people you could've been partnered up with for your DADA assignment, it had to be harry. you despised the so called "chosen one" but you wanted a good grade so you had to get through it.

you and harry agreed to meet in the library, but this particular evening you both happened to be busy after your classes and the library closed before you could get there. you decided to meet in your dorm instead. your roommate was gone for the night and you had a desk in there so it would have to do.

"wish me luck, pansy. hopefully i don't end up punching this guy." you said. pansy snickered.

"have fun." she said as you walked towards harry who arrived in the common room.

"hello potter." you said.

"y/l/n." he replied.

"ok let's get this over with." you lead him to your dorm.

as you began to pull out your notes and textbooks harry spoke up,

"just so you know, i already started. i thought i'd do most of it for us." he said. you scoffed. who did he think he was?

"no." you crossed your arms.

"no?" he raised his eyebrows.

"i already have ideas for this assignment so i'll do it. i don't need you doing anything for me."

"that's not really how this is supposed to work." he pushed his glasses up which sent your stomach churning. with annoyance of course.

"well you're trying to do all the work too."

"i said most!"

you furrowed your eyebrows and stared at him. harry always managed to get on your last nerve. this grade was important, yes, but you were in no mood to put up with his attitude.

"can you stop being insufferable for once so we can get this done." you said.

"i don't see how i'm insufferable when you won't listen." he said. the two of you glared at eachother.

"you can leave you know. we don't have to do this today." you stood up and walked towards the door.

"you know that i'm busy all week. unlike you i have other important things to do." he walked towards you.

"then stop acting like you're better than me!" you practically yelled in his face and moved your hands up to try and push him away from you but he grabbed them before you could touch him. "let go." you said but his grip was strong.

"no." he replied, holding your arms against the closed door. you two stared each other down until you noticed him look down at your lips. you raised your eyebrow in a questioning way about to say something until he leaned in and kissed you. you froze for a second confused by his actions but then you kissed back just as he broke away. he let go of you.

"woah, i'm sorry y/n, i uh-"

"shut up." you kissed him again and this time it was longer. your lips synced together perfectly and harry let his hands roam along the sides of your torso. you pushed him to walk back towards your bed and climbed on top as he laid down. you parted your lips to pull your shirt off and he stared hungrily at your body.

"like what you see, potter?" you smirked at him.

"come here." he pulled you against himself and flipped you over so he was on top. he then took off his own shirt and moved down to pull your bottoms off. he rubbed your thighs and slowly moved his hands closer and closer to where you needed him most.

"stop teasing." you whined out. he laughed at you making you whine again.

"you know what? i've always wanted to shut you up. i think i'll use that loud mouth of yours instead." he pulled his underwear off revealing his hard erection and moved up to straddle your chest.

"stick your tongue out." he said. you looked up at him and furrowed your eyebrows.

"you're not making me suck you off like this." he grabbed your face roughly and replied, "i said stick your tongue out. i'll use you how i want." you rolled your eyes and did so, ignoring the wetness pooling in your own underwear.

he slapped his tip on your tongue before pushing himself inside your mouth. he moaned as your lips wrapped around him and he buck his hips in and out of your wet mouth.

"fuck. you feel so good like this." he groaned. you gripped onto his thigh with one hand and began rubbing yourself under your underwear with the other. harry only noticed when he felt the vibrations of you moaning around him and saw your arm moving.

“i knew you were a dirty slut. rubbing yourself while is use your throat.” his word made you moan even more as you squeezed your thighs together to feel more pressure. ��you’re way prettier like this, you know.” he let out small whines and groans from the sensation of your lips and wet tongue on his cock.

you loved having him use you and his noises only brought you closer and closer to the edge. you shut your eyes as you took in the feeling but suddenly your mouth was empty. you looked up and watched as harry climbed off of you, grabbed your hips, and turned you over.

“stick that ass out.” he said. you arched your back and showed off the wet spot on your underwear, slightly spreading your legs.

“you better fuck me good, potter.” you said, rubbing yourself over your underwear. harry felt like he was dreaming. the sight in front of him made him throbbing as he pumped himself, still wet from your mouth.

“fuck.” he pulled your underwear to the side to see your dripping pussy and replaced your rubbing hand with his. “i will, trust me.” and with that he pushed himself inside you making you gasp from being stretched. he instantly started pounding into you, chased how good it felt to finally have you.

“so tight.” he groaned. his hands were gripping you and you were moaning louder than you ever have before. you reached back to rub yourself again making harry smirk.

“slap me please, harry.” you moaned out. he slapped your ass making you groan from the sting.

“making so many pretty noises for me.” he slapped again. “i want you to cum on my cock, y/n. i know you can do it.” his words only got you more wet and you grew tighter around him as you reached your orgasm.

“harry, i’m so close.” you said. he fucked into you harder, feeling himself get closer too.

“i’m gonna cum too, fuck.” he relished in the moment, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer with every stroke. finally, you felt your release as your legs shook, letting out loud whines.

harry came soon after, pulling out and pumping his cum on your ass and back.

“that is crazy hot.” he said staring at the image in front of him. you relaxed your legs to lay on your stomach trying to catch your breath.

harry quickly grabbed a towel to clean you off. he sat next to you and wiped your body.

“that wasn’t too bad, potter.” you said turning towards him with a smile.

“glad i could make you feel good.” he smiled back. you sat up as soon as you were clean.

“i could do a better job fucking you if i were on top, though.” you said. harry’s eyebrows raised and suddenly he felt his cock twitch at the thought.

[milesmoralesluvs]

james: i can't get in touch with remus!

y/n: let me try

james: i've called his 23 times why would he-

remus: hello?

james: moony! why would you not pick up when i rang?

remus: mate. even you wouldn't want to pick up calls if it were coming from you

[anjautembear]

Helloo. So this is my first post and I had this idea in my head after I listend to a song. English isn't my first language so sorry if there are spelling errors or sentences that don't make a lot of sence😅. I hope to the readers that read this like this as much as I do and sorry again if it doesn't make sence >_<. OKAY on to the story!!

Warning: Angst baby

Inspired by the song: All i want by kodaline

All i want is nothing more

To hear you knocking at my door

He watches the door, hoping that she would walk threw it, greating him with that loving smile she always had, that still haunts him. He still hopes after weeks, but deep down he knows.

'Cause if I could see your face once more

I could die as a happy man I'm sure

He misses her, her face is starting to blur in his memory of her, but he wishes to go back. He wishes that he took her face in detail, if he only knew, that she would no longer be here, he would have printed her loving gaze in his mind.

When you said your last goodbye

The day of her death, is the day he wishes that never happend, the day that cancer took her from him, a sickness he so hates, a day that will haunt him forever.

The sound of a heartmonitor beeping in the background, the doctors and nurces shoes squeking on the floor outside, people talking, the sound of the wind blowing outside, the autum air blowing threw the curtains. Her favourite season.

But all those noises are blurred, for his soulfocus, was her, his beloved, his wife. He remembers holding her hand so tight for he feared she would pass to soon, slip from his fingers. His hold is tight but not too tight, for he didn't want to brake her. She was already thin and fragile. He still hates that feeling of her thin hand holding his and not the once healthy hand. Cancer was a true nightmare.

Her last words, the words that haunt him still, her fairwell greating, was a request. She requested that he should move on, marry another, find a new person that would treat him well. That she still and would love him. She hates that she is dying but does not want her beloved to suffer when she's gone. Her last and final words,

"You were a wonderful experience, I loved every minute with you. You were the reason for my every smile...I think...I'm ready to go home..with a smile and the memorys of us. Please look after youself...please."

I died a little bit inside

As his tears fall after she said those words, her final breath was taken, and she was gone. Like the autum leaves she so loved, her soul being carried away, back home. Her final smile with one tear falling, will always haunt him. His tears mimicking hers, but a waterfall. His heart stoped beating that day, like hers, for his heart shatter after she ripped the bandage clean.

I lay in tears in bed all night

As he lays in his ice cold bed, that no longer has her sent and warmf. He stares at the picture of their wedding day next to his bed. He still hasn't taken it off. His lifeless eyes staring at her bright smile, her wedding dress blowing in the spring wind. Memorys of her laughter, a sickening reminder, of his regrets of not marrying her sooner.

Alone without you by my side

He can no longer sleep, he can't, he tried multible times. But he can't sleep without her warm body next to his. So he holds her pillow, that no longer has her sent, the perfume bottle she once used ,empty after he used it to remind him of her.

But if you loved me

Why'd you leave me?

He doesn't know who to blame, himself, for not meating her sooner, cancer, a sickness that took her, or her, who left him a broken mess. A broken man who can't fix himself without her.

Take my body

Take my body..

All I want is

All I need is..

He felt like he should have been the one who left, he should be the one burried 6 feet under ground, he should be the one cold in the coffen, instead of his beloved, who didn't deserve it.

She was a bright light in a room full of dull lamps, he only saw her in a room full of people. But now she's a light no longer there, he is lost in the dark room. She is now no longer in the room full of people, he is surching, but she's already in the train of no return.

He needs her...but he no longer has her to save him

To find somebody

I'll find somebody

He tells himself he'll find another light, another person in the crowd, but deep down he knows that will never happen. She was the only 'somebody' he loved. But he'll try for her, he promised.

Ooh oh

Ooh oh

Ooh oh

Ooh oh

Memorys flash his mind. The day they met, bumping into eachother, on a cold autum day. He remembers how pretty she looked, how her hair framed her face, her flushed cheeks in the cold air. Her smile. Her smile he so loved.

Memorys flash in his mind. The day he preposed, the ring that gleamed in the setting sun. Her tears of joy rolling down her soft warm cheeks he so loved to kiss in the morning. Her eyes gleaming, resembling the ring, the ring he will no longer use.

Memorys flash in his mind. The day of their wedding. Tears of joy and laughter in the air of close friends, but the only laugh he heard, was hers, his wife, his other soul.

Memorys flash now...regret coming back. The day of her funeral. The rain pooring down, her coffen laying there, her favourite flower ontop. Haunting him. Mocking him, mocking him that he will no longer be able to give those same flowers to her on valentimes-day.

Cause you brought out the best of me

A part of me i'd never seen

He never thought that he could be loved, he always saw himself as the worst version of himself. But that all changed when she showed up in his life unexpectedly. She showed him parts of himself he has never seen before. She changed him into a better person. He never new he had these sides to him but she showed him like a hidden chapter between sticky pages glued together that he hid.

You took my soul and wiped it clean.

He was never a relegious person but she came to his life like a saint and changed his soul for the better. She saved him when he was stuck in a dark void of emptyness and anger. He worshiped her love like a person in church.

Our love was made for movie screens

If their love life was a movie. He was sure that everyone would have loved her as much as he did. They would have seen how deep their love was, how inlove he was. But he geasses that not every movie has a happy ending. There love story had a plot twist not even he could see coming.

Ooh, if you loved me

Why'd you leave me

Take my body

Take my body

All I want is..

All I need is..

To find somebody

I'll find somebody

Like you, ooh

He promised himself, he promised you, that he would move on. Find somebody that would love him like you did, but he can't. He would have to brake that promise. He can't move on, you were his somebody...

Thank you for reading this, I hope this wasn't a bad story😅. Bye bye!!

[rottenherbs]

Taken Seriously // H.P x reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: Coming back to Hogwarts to start your 6th year, you had quite the “glow up” over the summer. You visited family over in America and may or may not have gotten several piercings. Most Hogwarts students were tame with their appearance, but you weren’t one to follow trends. How would a certain black haired boy react? Did you remind him of someone? (y/n/n: your nick name)

Author's Note: This one was written for me TBH. I am heavily tattooed and pierced and kinda day dream what a 24 year old me would look like in hogwarts. Not really aging up anyone to my age, but … yea know —

// Requests Open! Should I make this a series? // 

Much love, Saige

———- 

Your mother called you rebellious, in a loving way of course but she worried about sending you off to school a little more this year. 

“Mom no one will probably care.” You laugh, her soft hands resting on your shoulders. She looks over your features once more, the sound of the train and whistles reminding you both that you needed to go. She sighed and placed a kiss between your eyes. 

“I know. I love you for exactly who you are.” She smiled, pulling her hands back from your sides. You and your mom had a bond like no other, her scarlet hair matching yours, a small dimple on her left cheek, and a small birthmark placed between your eyebrows. You could’ve been twins in another life. Love radiated through you pulling her in for one more hug. 

“I'll be home for the holidays. I promise.” You whispered into her ear. You felt her relax in your arms. You let go giving her a small wink grabbing your positions to board the train. You take a few steps looking back.

“Write to me! Please!” Your mom shouted toward you, her smile strong yet a tear dropping down her cheek. You blew her a kiss and nodded. You looked forward to following the small line of students through the train looking for any open seats. Unluckily for you, most compartments were full to the brim. Students you’ve never spoken to looked at you, some in awe, some in disdain. You shoved your bag over your shoulder and kept walking with your chin proudly. 

You looked into a compartment immediately making eye contact with the group you dreaded the most, you turned and rolled your eyes but it was too late. 

“OY! Look at the gryffindor rascal now” Draco started standing from his seat. “Looks like you got hit with some metal to the face. Was any of that intentional?” He started, his goons laughing. The students waiting around all turned tuning in to the scene enveloping. You tried to look forward ignoring him but the line of students wouldn’t budge. You were stuck like an animal in a zoo, all of these eyes bouncing between you and Malfoy. 

“I'd never. Not that you were particularly pretty before, but this really didn’t help your case.” Pansy quipped. Not that you didn’t expect the backlash, especially from the prissy bitch herself, but hearing it was enough to make your blood boil. Over the summer you didn’t just get piercings, but you grew a few inches, your body stronger from quidditch practice. You felt more confident in your personal appearance but also your ability to stand up for yourself. 

“You talk a lot of shit for someone who can’t fight Pansy.” You turn eyeing her down. Over the years you have gotten absolutely sick of the entire slytherin house. For a group of students who were seen as the gloomy emo one, boy did they hate any sense of alternative fashion. 

The compartment hushed quickly. Your height towering over her body still sitting on the boothed chair. You could feel the anger rising in you, your hands balling into fists. You had no intent of using your wand, just imagining the idea of lashing out fist-to-cuffs.

You felt students moving ahead of you forcefully to let someone through but you were too focused on the movements of Draco. You could feel the seconds slow as Draco took a step forward, his face red, brows furrowed. His hand slipped into his pocket gripping his wand. Just before he had the chance to pull it out, both of you turned to see who was coming down the aisle, ready to stop if a professor arrived. 

“Stop. Stop. Stop.” Harry appeared next to you, his hand wrapping around your wrist pulling you forward both forcing you out of your anger and the situation. You were being pulled through the students; bumping into everyone you passed. He moved with vigor but not looking back at you, focused on only what was in front of him. You felt your shoulders relax the longer it took to get to his compartment. The crowd dispersed and he found a place to slow down. 

“Harry sorry i know my emotions got the best-“ You started. He turned around still holding your wrist.

”I heard what they said. I don't blame you.” He said softly. “A physical fight is not the best way to start the year.” He smiled looking over your face, his face morphing with curiosity as he noticed your new facial jewelry. 

“Wow” He said breathlessly. You looked back at him wide eyed, not sure if he liked them or not. Moments passed and you weren’t sure he had ever looked at you this long before, your cheeks slowly turning pink. You noticed how your heights now matched, now eye to eye. You swear he glanced at your lips several times but you were still high on adrenaline from before.. right?

“It’s amazing.” He finished. His eyebrows furrowed as he pointed just above your eye. “How bad did those hurt? I can't even imagine.” He laughed quietly rubbing his eyebrows where your piercings sit. You chuckled lightly.

”Only a pinch I promise. Maybe I’ll do yours sometime this school year.” You joked seeing his face seethed dramatically, imagining the pain. 

“Maybe you can convince Ron, not me.” He laughed, opening the compartment ushering you in.  Hermione jumped greeting you with a hug. 

”y/n!” Her arms were so tight around your torso squeezing you as tightly as she could. 

“Now those are wicked.” Ron exasperated, pointing quickly close to your nose, your gauged septum hanging from your nostrils. 

“Don't pick my nose weasley, so help me.” You joked, Hermione pulling away from her hug. You all sat together talking about your piercings for a few minutes before the conversation moved away to the beginning of the school year. You missed them, happy that you were back to normalcy. All of you shared chocolate frogs and talked about the ministry. You were all just teenagers but the conversation was serious and daunting.

You caught Harry’s gaze a few times. You shook it off thinking he was just looking at your piercings, but he was more interested in how it fit your features so naturally. He didn’t know of anyone with such adornments but he was so infatuated with how more comfortable you seemed with these pieces of self expression. You reminded him of something, or someone but he couldnt put his finger on it. It took him the whole train ride as he wracked his own brain, distracted from the conversations you Ron and Hermione continued. 

The train came to a halt and it felt like a light went off in Harry's brain. He looked over to you, laughing at something Ron just said but all he could think about was how much you reminded him of Sirius. He felt his heart race and his breath shallow. He could feel himself staring at you, seeing him in your mannerisms and the way your hair fell. You were strong, didn’t back down from a fight, and never hid your true feelings or artistic expressions. You were different but so similar it made his heart ache. You broke him from his trance standing up. 

“Let’s go, Harry. We’ve made it.” You smiled over to him from the doorway, waiting for him to join you. Ron and Hermione were already long gone down the train and it was just you two. He didn’t realize how much time had passed, his attention stuck in his own thoughts. He got up, a little hesitant but smiled effectively as he met you outside the compartment. You two walked off the train quietly just enjoying the scenery and silence. You cleared your throat still feeling like his mind was somewhere else. It worried you. 

“You doing okay over there Potter?” You asked, chuckling lightly. You walked shoulder to shoulder down the pathway towards the carriages. 

“Yeah sorry.  My mind is just.. elsewhere.” He mumbled looking over at you. You made him nervous and he wasn't sure why. You have been friends for years, since the beginning. He always wanted to keep it a friendship between you two, afraid of losing you or ruining it if you didn’t feel the same. He loved the quartet between Ron and Hermione. Everyone balanced each other and it killed him to think you'd leave because of his feelings. It overwhelmed him to silence now that it was so clear. He absolutely loved you. 

You two got to the carriages that take you to the school, Professor Flitwick waiting for you both. 

“Hurry now you must be the last ones!” His hands ruffled some papers looking dramatically. “Names?” He coughed looking up at you both.

”Professor, you can't be serious.” Harry said, looking between you and Flitwick. 

“No exceptions Potter!” He sternly replied, his shoulder slumped realizing his mistake. You laughed, pulling Harry ahead to climb the stairs to the carriage. After a moment you looked across at Harry. 

“You can tell me anything you know.” You mumbled, a second attempt to get him to open up to you. Something was clearly bothering him. You notice him shift in his seat nervously, his hands entwined with his own tightly.

”I know y/n/n. I just don't want to lose.. all this.” He gestured vaguely around. You shook your head and laughed slightly not understanding. 

“Listen, if it's about you-know-who we are doing everything we can.” You said looking around. “We're safe here. For now at least.” You smiled at him, reaching across, resting your hand on his knee. His breath hitched as you touched him. 

“It's not about the school.” He whispered his hands unraveling from themselves. You could see how his demeanor changed. The way he avoided looking at you. You moved and sat next to him, your hand still resting on his knee. 

“Harry. Please.” You whispered leaning in. You cared so deeply for this boy, the look on his face was something new. He has been afraid of the impending war but he was strong, stoic, and almost impervious to the dangers he faced each year. This was more subtle, more emotional. He turned to face you, his hand resting on top of yours now. 

“I don't want to lose you.” His voice was low but it hit you like knives. He was still heartbroken by the loss of Sirius just months ago, losing someone so close to him made him more aware of the implications of those around him fighting his fight for him. You reminded him so deeply of him, terrified of the fate of you now that you were so close to him. He didn’t know what was worse, not taking the chance to spend the time with you, or losing you later never being truthful with his feelings. 

If as the world stopped, he grabbed your face kissing you softly. You were taken back by the gesture, soon melting into his arms. Your hand moving from his knee to his waist, grabbing his robes. As the carriage bounced you both held each other, kissing deeper but slowly. It was clumsy and heated. His hands held your face steady as both of your bodies bounced from the rough roads. His glasses hit your cheeks as you tilted your head, trying to not break from the kiss. You’d do anything to make the carriage stop in the woods, leaving just you two alone for as long as possible. 

You dreamt of this moment, day and night, the possibility of holding his hand. Being there for him in more ways than just friendly. You’d do anything for him, to ease his pain, to listen to his stories, to hear his laugh. Every feeling of admiration and yearning rushed through you as the kiss slowed to an end. Nervous to look into his eyes, blushing deeply you kept your hands on his waist.  He leaned back rubbing his thumb across your bottom lip, his hands still cupping your hands. 

Harry did not speak. In between a state of shock and disbelief in his own actions. Half of him wanted to tell Ron and Hermione what just happened, but the other half wanted to take the secret with him to the grave. For just this moment it was only you two. Your lips both still wet from the kiss, smiling shyly at each other. You both waited for each other to be the first to speak. You looked down and grabbed his hand, your fingers trembling slightly. You leaned your head on his shoulder, both of you silently holding each other as you made it to the castle. 

A whirlwind of emotions the past few hours have been, what could happen the rest of the year?

[stardusksx]

ೀ⋆｡ ˚ TIME TO BEGIN AGAIN remus lupin x fem!reader

summary: after the death of lily & james, reader and remus navigate their broken relationship while raising harry potter.

gif not mine, credits to the creator <3

warning: sad & angsty but there is a happy ending! idiots in love?? talks of death and grief, past miscommunication, hurt/comfort, friend to lovers, fade to black at the very end but nothing explicit!

( word count : 1.89k )

Silver moonlight bled through the windows, illuminating the tears on her cheeks and setting one-year-old Harry Potter’s eyes ablaze. He stared up at her, gaze wide like his small body had finally succumbed to the shock. She swayed back and forth to soothe him, her heart heavier than concrete, sound of his now silenced screams still ringing in her ears.

Down the hallway, she could hear muted voices. Albus Dumbledore's sombre words were incoherent to her, but she didn’t care what he was saying— what anyone was saying. She'd arrived a matter of fifteen minutes ago, burned under their sympathetic gazes, and fell apart at the confirmation of what she had hoped was a cruel, cruel, joke. Then her eyes had landed on midnight hair and a blue baby grow, the toddler squirming in Mcgonagall's arms as hysterical cries bellowed from his lungs. She’d taken him from her, cradled him close, and wordlessly walked down the hallway to Lily and James' vacant room.

She couldn’t whisper it’s okay, couldn’t get any words of reassurance out even if the infant was the only one who would be able to judge if they were truthful or not. It was like she hadn’t had air in her lungs since the phone call— it felt like nothing would be worth the effort it took to breathe again.

Lily and James were good. They were everything that a person should be, and they were gone.

“I’ve got you.” She managed to murmur, because she did— it was the one true thing she could say to offer comfort, “I promise.”

His head came to rest against her chest, and she could feel the stickiness of his drying tears against her skin. She was remembering the sorting hat placed over coppery hair, the sheepish expression on James’s face after he had accidentally hit her with a crumpled ball of paper— a note he’d been trying to get to Lily, who was sat obliviously beside her. They were so intertwined with every memory of those seven years at Hogwarts that she would never be able to think about her time there without thinking about them.

It had been the best era of her life, now forever tainted, like a spill of ink to pure water. She felt like she’d come crashing to earth after floating through antigravity.

There was shuffling in the hall, and her head snapped towards the doorway.

"Remus." She breathed, voice full of grief. The sight of him sent another wave of despair over her as more tears surfaced and spilled like rain against a window. He was dishevelled and clearly just pulled from sleep, but the redness of his glassy eyes as he stared at her for a frozen moment was enough to tell that he was in the same emotional turmoil she was. Her lip quivered before he finally strode towards her, wrapping his arms around them both. A sob was muffled into his shoulder, and she could feel his tears against the skin of her neck. They'd lost it all tonight.

"Oh god." His voice was raw, broken, as he said her name, "Oh god."

She didn’t know how long they held each other, but his arms were the only sense of reprieve she could find— like one of the million elastic bands around her heart had snapped away. She was scared to let go, scared that the one band would tighten around her again and squeeze until she gave out.

She hadn’t seen Remus since graduation. They’d had a stupid argument— stubborn colliding with stubborn, neither one of them wanting to admit to their wrongs. She had called him careless, stupid. It was harsh, but when she’d heard he was in the infirmary from a prank gone wrong, her panic had made her irrational. Why do you care so much? He had spat back when he realised she hadn’t been joking— when he realised she was actually mad. As soon as he’d said it, he really did feel stupid for instituting that she did care that deeply for him. For insinuating it like he didn’t want her to care, like he hadn’t been wishing for her to care like that since first year.

Well, forgive me, her last words to him had been, sarcastic and punctuated with a glare that she hoped would hide the way her heart was hurting, next time I’ll be sure to not give a fuck, Remus.

He’d felt too ashamed to approach her, and she’d felt too raw from the way it had been as if all her vulnerable feelings towards him had been forcefully exposed and thrown back at her with a sneer.

Come on, Sirius had said her name softly after it had been weeks, you know he didn’t mean it that way.

Then he shouldn’t have said it. She’d responded, shoving her papers into her bag and exiting the dining hall. He shouldn’t have said it like she didn’t have a right to care about him. Not when her heart had been in her throat at the sight of his bandages, voice wobbling when she’d asked if he was okay.

Yeah, he’d responded, having the nerve to grin, it was worth it for—

She was worked up. When Dorcas had come to get her, she’d made it out like he was on his deathbed. She’d been terrified. It was careless, Remus. Are you that stupid—

His eyes had widened in surprise, clearly not expecting her reaction. And so it had happened. They had said things they shouldn’t, then been too stubborn to fix it.

None of that mattered now. “He can’t go to Lily’s sister,” She said, “He just can’t.”

Remus pulled back from her, his hand gently caressing the side of Harry’s face. “He won’t,” he said firmly, “We’re his godparents, he goes to us.”

They had spoken to Dumbledore after they’d finally gotten the toddler to sleep, and the man’s features had pinched in concern. “You’d have to go into hiding,” He said, “He’ll be a target if they find out he’s still alive, as will you— if you aren’t already.”

“Whatever it takes.” She had responded, Remus nodding along.

They found themselves in the middle of nowhere. Some cottage hidden by country side trees while they waited out the war with the death eaters. Harry needed to be held most night, his cries an echo against the darkness after awakening from another nightmare.

She had nightmares too. So did Remus. They started off in separate rooms, but ended up in the same one for comfort. He held her, whispered assurances as they weathered the grief. She did the same for him.

Harry began walking, talking. They laughed again for the first time sitting on the kitchen floor, legs forming a diamond as the little boy attempted to stumble between them. One step, two step. He’d collapsed into her arms, and she’d raised him into the air, their cheers making him squeal.

The way Remus looked at her then— it had made her feel like a schoolgirl again, like she was before all the loss. She had smiled at him, genuinely, then broke his gaze to continue praising Harry.

They took turns cooking. Reminisced. It was less painful to remember things together. Candle light would flicker on the kitchen table, and they’d talk for hours like they used to. Then they’d get into the same bed, sleep in each other's arms as rain pattered against the window.

It didn’t happen straight away. They were too busy with grief, with the hurts from that lingering argument they hadn’t talked about, but eventually, with time, came the healing. Came the capacity to remember what they’d toed the line at those few months before the end of their final year at Hogwarts.

She’d loved him for a long time. She doesn’t remember when she started, but she knows that she hadn’t stopped. Not even for a moment.

Remus? It was sometime in February, the common room empty as the clock struck one in the morning. The fire was spitting embers, tartan blankets draped over laps. You're my favourite thing to come of this, you know?

His head had snapped up from his parchment paper, eyes comically wide, w-what?

She’d grinned slightly at his bewilderment, out of all the things Hogwarts has given me, you're my favourite.

He’d spluttered, and she’d gathered up her homework and headed towards the stairs, tossing a night, Mooney, over her shoulders like she hadn’t left him short of breath. At the breakfast table the following morning, Sirius had been teasing him about something as she sat down. He’d been flushed bright red, swatting the other boy's hands away and harshly whispering to stop it. Sirius had smirked at her, raised his eyebrows suggestively, and she’d told him to sod off with a poor attempt at concealing a smile.

“You're still my favourite.” She says, late into the night as her hands are deep in dish water. Remus freezes, rag hovering over the counters he was polishing. When his head turned to look at her, his eyes were as wide as they had been the last time. She smiles, “You always will be.”

He stares at her, grip on the cloth loosing, before his arm completely falls slack at his side. He takes in a breath, there’s another beat, and he does something he regretted not doing the last time.

With two strides, his hands cradle her face, and he pulls her towards him. Moonlight illuminates them, silver streamers through the kitchen window, and he kisses her like he was always meant to. Her hands fly to his waist, to his shoulders, and she melts into him as if her very bones were liquidated and seeking to be moulded permanently against his shape.

“I love you,” He says it like a promise, “Always. With everything I have.”

The words linger between mingled breaths, chests rising and falling against each other. “You’re my world, Remus. You and Harry. I don’t need anything else but this.”

He takes her hands between them, brings them to his lips. “You have me. I don’t want to be anywhere that you aren’t.”

They crash together again, years and years of unsaid things melded into their movements. They become a tangle of limbs in a bed they’d shared for months now, skin against skin and a shared pleasure that rolled over them like liquid gold.

It should feel wrong— hiding away in this cottage, raising the child of their murdered best friends, praying for the end of a war. But little by little, life begins to take a shape again, starts to feel like there is certainty and purpose. Here with Remus, with Harry, the effort it takes to breathe, to continue, is entirely worth it.

[httpvomitello]

Y/N: Fred, I just found out that my Patronus is a pigeon.

Fred: Really? Well, I think it suits you.

Y/N: How exactly does a pigeon suit me?

Fred: Because you’re always stealing bits of my lunch.

Y/N: ...That’s it, I’m getting a new boyfriend.

Fred: Too late, love. We’re bound for life now.

[snowballz26]

I hate reading a “funny” fanfic and it’s just cringe

[pottersfia]

Please write a one shot for Harryyy

Thoughts of humping Harry's thighs is making me drool :))

a/n: i think you sent another request and i’m hoping you’re the same person?? anyway i got you

“that’s it pretty girl, let me help you.” harry’s thigh was clenched as he had you straddling it. his hands were firmly gripping your hips moving them to help you hump his thigh. the feeling of you clit rubbing on the material of his pants had the wet spot you made grow wider and wider.

you held on to his shoulders moaning out for him. he loved the expression on your face and knew you wanted to cum soon. he leaned in and kissed you desperately wanting to feel you moaning on his lips. you happily kissed back loving the sloppy kiss you fell into. he let go of your hips and broke the kiss.

“make yourself cum.” he said, unzipping his pants.

“harry, please put your hands back.” you whined. harry grabbed your face replying, “make yourself cum for me.” very sternly. he gave you another kiss before sitting back. you whined again but obeyed.

you moved faster on his thigh, watching his stroke his cock at the sight of you. having him watch you as you whimpered and moaned so pathetically while making a mess on his thigh was more than enough to get you going. you bit your lip as you got closer.

“you’re doing so good, y/n. cum whenever you need to.” he groaned, stroking faster. his praise tipped you over the edge and you let out a loud moan as you leaned onto him to ride out your high.

[heartiella]

[mcntsee]

me when I reach the angst part of the angsty fic that I specifically chose for the angst

[l0velysmut]

family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

[colmiillo]

When y/n does something so cringe that i have to look at the invisible camera for a sec.

[thatboisus]

“english isn’t my first langua—“ say no more.

[rottenherbs]

Just A Squib (pt.4) // F.W x squib! reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: You arrived safely to a hospital, no memories, no family, no friends. How could you start over now?

Authors Note: Very reader heavy but i loved writing this ! Maybe two more parts to this series?

// REQUESTS OPEN //

[Masterlist]

Much love, Saige

———

“Ms.Potter?” A soft voice rang through your ears.it was unfamiliar yet comforting.. All you could see was black, a vast open landscape, small flashes of red just out of reach.

You could feel your body, heavy as lead. You register all ten toes, all ten fingers but no energy to move any of them. You tried to look down at your body, only seeing more unending darkness. It frightened you deeply. You attempted to move your hands, to reach out.

‘I can’t’ you thought to yourself.. It felt like purgatory, only a woman’s voice bringing you peace. She grounded you, at least as much as you could be.

It felt like you floated in this liminal space, not in control. All unknowing yet acutely aware of your senses. You wish you could scream. God just do something. You took a deep breath in, attempting to move your body in anyway possible. It felt successful, your index finger raising in your mind. Your voice groaned in pain at the attempt.

“It’s okay. Please stay still Ms.Potter.” The woman called out. You could feel cold hands placed on your arm holding you down lightly. They weren’t forceful but they did the job. Your finger relaxed back in place.

It felt like you got ripped from reality as the black environment around you was replaced by stark white tile. The change blinded you, your ability to shut your eyes willingly took you by surprise, the light still shining through your eyelids. The soft red hue of your skin is the only protection for your sight. Your ears rung, the room spinning around you. All of your senses were being tested.

Where were you? Were you hurt? How did you get here? Can you move your body? What happened?

You opened your eyes after a moment adjusting your focus to the room around you. White linens and machines all matching the walls and floors. It felt sterile and untouchable. Your attention was soon directed to a nurse to your left holding your hand in hers. She smiled down at you.

”It’s alright. I know its a lot but you are alright”. She cleared her throat You stared back at her in confusion.. She was older, dressed in white. Her grey hair tugged tightly behind her head in a bun. She was beautiful. She felt safe. “You’re at St. George’s hospital.” Her smile was unwavering, her eyes empathetic to your fear.

St.George’s Hospital? London?

You didn’t understand anything. Your throat was dry, unable to question further. You felt. lump form in your chest, the painful choking following your welling eyes. The nurse squeezed your hand noticing the shift of emotion on your face. She nodded in acknowledgement, almost like she could read your mind.

“You were dropped off by a stranger. You came to our desk and fainted. We're just doing a routine check on your physical state.” She stood up, lightly letting your hand fall to your side. She walked around to the front of your bed retrieving a clipboard.

“Do you have someone to call? Can we make any arrangements for you to head home?” Her questions were simple, yet you sat silent.

You didn’t. You didn’t have anyone to call. You didn’t have anywhere to go. You wracked your brain of a family, of friends. You could only think of the barbaric pair of aunt and uncle over in Little Whinging. While a lot of your memories were foggy, something deep inside you told you that was not an option.

You looked at the nurse, mouth slightly agape clawing for the voice in your throat. She waited patiently, not interrupting your attempts. It took you a moment, but soon words came out -

“No ma’am.” Your voice is hoarse and somber. You sat there, this nurse being the only human who knows of your existence at this moment. Only this hospital has records of you. They probably had more records of your life than you could recall. You sat there broken-hearted. She nodded and set your chart back down.

“Ill be back with your things. You are free to go when you are cleared, okay?” Her voice was understanding but I knew she couldn't help. You closed your eyes praying you had something in my belongings that could reveal any information.

She came back with a large suitcase of clothes, a purse, paperwork and a baggie of jewlery and pendants they took off your body. She left them at the edge of the bed, leaving the room and giving you the privacy to look over everything.

A scarlet dress, dirty and worn. Several sweaters seemingly hand knit, but otherwise ordinary. A couple pairs of pants and various undergarments. It wasnt until you dug to the bottom where you found a large stash of money and your wallet. Stacks of different colored bills all tucked carefully between clothes. You wouldn't believe your eyes. Thousands of dollars in front of you. All of the clothes were yours you knew that, but this money was new. It was not yours.

Your heart raced gripping the money tightly. You could start over anywhere with this. You had a sudden rush to hide the money back in your suitcase, terrified that someone would see it and take it away from you. You got up from the bed slowly, making sure that your legs worked along with your balance. You got dressed in one of the warm sweaters and a pair of simple sweatpants just before the nurse came back. The clothes smelled of fire wood smoke, cloves, and butterscotch. It smelled of fall. Of a place untouchable.

“You’re on your feet!” The nurse entered, breaking you from the smell of your clothes. Her smile was genuine, happy to see you in a better state than earlier that day. She handed you some paperwork to sign. You took the pen consenting to be discharged from the hospital. She filed the paperwork and she walked you out. You gripped your wallet nervously in your pocket, standing at the curb waiting for the next available taxi.

Let’s start with a hotel room.

And that you did.

—-

Three years passed. Your life in downtown London is becoming second nature and you finally feel like a local. You found a beautiful flat at an exceptional price being able to live alone for the first time in your life. Your roommate was a small ginger stray cat, always howling at your door to be let in or fed. You found comfort in his presence. You loved having something to care for, to live for. As much as you saved him, he saved you.

Your job as a Tesco cashier was within walking distance. Life was simple and you found love in the little things. Everyday you grappled with the loss of memories, but you soon found it therapeutic. You got to fully start over, with yourself, with your surroundings, with everything. Not many people had the privilege.

You shrugged on a cost, swinging a scarf tightly around your neck. Just as you closed your apartment door, you shoved your foot between the crack in the door blocking your foster fail from leaving.

“Stay! Please!” You hushed attempting to keep the cat inside. He fought to escape but you closed it briskly before he could. You sighed and shook your head.

Just another day.

You made your way outside, a brisk wind catching you off guard. Pulling up your hood and zipping your jacket closed, you nestled yourself in for the walk to work. With only your eyes visible, you keep your head down walking within pace of the other people on the street. Looking up only to check your peripherals, you strut across a small parking lot. You cut behind a car, hoping to save time, and end up running into an stranger. You both stumbled, him more than you. He fell to the ground as you caught yourself on the car next to you. Your hands outstretched hoping to help him.

“I’m so sorr-“ you stared down at the man, he already turned to face away from you on the ground. His hands and knees holding himself up, only his fiery red hair and tall frame noticeable to you.

“It was my fault. Have a nice day.” He said over his shoulder. He got up and walked away abruptly leaving you alone in between the cars.

You stood in shock for a moment confused at the altercation all together.

What a weirdo.

You looked around, not able to find him again. It seemed like he was gone for good. Your eyes caught sight of a small note in the spot the man fell. You leaned down hesitating to grab it. You shoved it in your pocket and looked around once more. Suspiciously, you quickly walked out of the parking lot and towards the entrance to your work.

Shaking the interaction out of your mind, you attempted to relax in the back room for a few minutes before your shift started. You reached into your pocket - your fingers searching for the small piece of paper. You held it for a moment inbetween your fingers before revealing it to yourself. Something told you it was meant for you. Even the thought sounded ridiculous to you but you still held it closed infront of you. You took a look at the clock. 7 minutes.

You let out a shallow sigh flicking the paper open. It was a stained piece of old cardstock, an intricate crest with a large H in the center. It was drawn in pencil, the image of a shield with 4 corners, each with a crude drawing of an animal.

It felt like Deja vu. Like you’ve seen this before; but nothing in your mind could decipher it. You felt like you could throw up, overwhelmed with your thoughts.

Who was that?