#Headstrong Evans

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Day off || Lily Evans x fem! Reader

Author note <3

Hiiiiii Lily just has my heart like🙄 im in science class rn (im supposed to b playing blooket but it sucks dics) 

THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING GRYFFINDOR X READER LIKE I ONLY DO SLYTHERINS (and my first time doing marauders era)

I always accept corrective criticism, spelling correction, grammar correction, and requests. 

I appreciate your support 💞

Sé onr sverdar sitija hvass!

-Arii💕

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You were tired and your eyelids were heavy, but you ran your hand through your H/L H/C hair and turned your attention back to the piece of parchment in front of you, the lamp by its side casting it a warm glow.

You sighed and looked at the pages filled with writing, scribbling, and a few doodles in the corner, all written in black ink.

This is only two pages….. It should be five! You thought, sighing deeply and dipping your quill back into the ink.

Paragraph 4 — Werewolf lore, You wrote on your third piece of parchment, and though you only used two pages, your handwriting was small and if anyone else copied it onto their parchment, it would most likely take up five or six pages.

You scribbled with your quill for a few couple hours before your eyelids felt heavier than ever, like they were made of metal.

One more page… you thought encouragingly to yourself.

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“Y/N?”

You groaned and ignored the voice.

“Y/N?”

“Y/N?”

“Y/N!?” YOur eyelids fluttered open and you lifted your head abruptly, causing your vision to temporarily blur and your head to temporarily spin.

“Y/N, why were you sleeping in the common room with your quill?” Lily asked you with a look of concern on her face “Were you staying up to do your homework again?”

You flinched slightly as her tone suddenly went from worried to stern. “Uh” was the only thing you could say.

“Y/N, overworking is not good for you.” Lily said, knitting her eyebrows with a look of mingled concern and distress.

“It’s oka–”

“No, it's not!” Lily cut in, her eyebrows furrowed and a slight frown on her face “What time did you go to sleep, Y/N?”

You thought for a moment, biting your lip “I don’t know..”

Lily huffed and put her hands on her hips “You're not going to class today. I am going to get your absence excused and you will not do anything related to homework, school, or studying.”

YOu stared at Lily with a look of disbelief “But… My essay is due tomorrow and I only have four and a half pages done and I still have to do my essay for professor Slughorn and professor Dippet!”

Lily shook her head “No.”

You sighed and gave up trying to change Lily’s mind, since anyone who’s talked to her would know, if she decided on something, that decision is final and nobody can do anything to make her change her mind. “Okay. Fine.”

Lily’s expression became brighter immediately “Okay!” she said, beaming and pulling you up onto your feet.

You couldn’t help but smile at Lily’s adorableness. “Okay, Evans.” you said, rolling your eyes.

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You sat on your bed, your sketchbook in your lap, doodling absentmindedly.

“Y/N!” Lily plopped onto the bed next to you “What are you drawing?”

“Uh,” You looked down at your paper “I’m just doodling… you were gone for a while and I got bored.”

Lily laughed, “It wasn’t that long! It was only like twenty minutes!”

You smiled and rolled your eyes. “Twenty minutes is a long time when you're sitting on the floor doing nothing!”

Lily pulled a look of fake consideration “Yea, sure.” 

You smiled and looked at Lily, your E/C eyes locking with Lily’s green ones for a split second before you looked away, feeling flustered for no reason. Get yourself together, Y/N. You silently chided yourself, ashamed of the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“You Okay?” Lily asked you, the smile slowly disappearing from her face, being replaced by a look of concern.

“Yea, I’m fine, just spaced out for a second.” You gave Lily a reassuring smile. “What do you want to do for the whole day without class?”

Lily’s smile reappeared immediately “I planned the whole day earlier!” She said excitedly, practically jumping with enthusiasm.

“How much earlier?” 

“When I was walking to Professor Dumbledoor’s classroom.”

You sighed, a smile on your face “I’ll trust you planned well in like, five or less minutes.”

“I did, promise.”

You nodded and rolled your eyes “Okay, what’s the plan?”

Lily grinned and smiled coyly “It’s a surprise!” 

“Humph.” You fake-glared at Lily “Fine. Don’t tell me.”

Lily rolled her eyes and grabbed your hand, hauling you up off the bed, causing your sketchbook to fall with a thud off your lap and onto the ground.

“Lilu!” You protested as the sketchbook lay open on the ground, showing a page on which you drew Lily’s smiling face.

Lily also stared at the book before saying: “You drew me in your sketchbook?”

You felt heat rush to your face. “Yes..”

Lily grinned “It’s really good!”

“It’s not that good, it’s just a sketch.” You said, rubbing your burning neck in embarrassment.

Lily laughed and patted your shoulder. “Come on, Y/N! You don’t have to be so modest all the time!”

YOu frowned “I’m not being modest! The sketch is not that good!”

Lily sighed “If you say so,”

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You followed Lily through the deserted hallways, passing classrooms with class in session, making you feel a little uncomfortable, since you were so used to being one of the first people in the classroom.

Lily walked out of the door, holding it open for you as you followed her out.

“Where are we going?” You asked, jogging to keep up with Lily.

“It’s a surprise!” Lily said, spinning around once excitedly, smiling at you. “Close your eyes~”

You blinked and stared before closing your eyes. “Make sure I don’t bump into anything.”

“Okay!” Lily said. You felt her hand around yours and she pulled you behind her, walking slowly and carefully.

“You can open your eyes now!” Lily said after a few minutes of walking blindly.

You opened your eyes, the light blinding you at first, but as your eyes adapted to the light, you saw a pretty garden, a big water fountain and many multi-colored flowers, green grass cut neatly and small green shrubs lined up perfectly along the cut grass,

“Wow.” You said, looking at the garden with awe in your eyes.

“I know right!” Lily said excitedly, grinning and hopping up and down on her heels.

You nodded and took a second to admire Lily’s smile then turned your attention back to the colorful garden.

“Come onnnn!” Lily gushed, grabbing your hand again and pulling you to a small bench and sitting down. You sat down next to her.

“Why are we here?” You asked LIly after a few seconds of admiring the scenery.

Lily smiled and turned to you, her emerald green eyes gleaming, “It’s called mindfulness, Y/N.”

“Why mindfulness?”

“I think you need it,”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever.”

Lily smiled. “Close your eyes and listen.” 

“What?” 

“Close your eyes and listen.”

“Why?”

“Just shut up and do it.”

You closed your eyes and listened to your surroundings, hearing the soft buzz of bees, and leaves rustling in the wind.

“What about it?”

“Just listen,” Lily said quietly “It’s called mindfulness.”

You sighed and listened again, thinking of nothing but the calming sounds around you.

After a few minutes of peaceful silence, you felt Lily’s hand on yours. “You can open your eyes now,”

You opened your eyes, feeling refreshed and calm. “I can’t believe that worked.”

Lily rolled her eyes “Do you not trust my mindful exercises?”

“It seemed stupid at first.” You admitted.

“Rude.”

“Whatever.”

Lily laughed and scooted closer to you with a coy smile.

You felt heat rush to your cheeks and your heartbeat quickened by six beats.

Lily noticed your blush and grinned “Why are you blushing?~”

You blushed harder “Uhm..” 

LIly smirked “Hmm?”

“It’s- it’s just.. Hot out here, you know?”

“You sure?”

“Y-yea..”

“Mmm, It doesn't feel hot,” 

“Maybe it’s just me.” You shrug.

“Look at me, Y/N.”

You turned and looked at Lily’s perfect face, her wavy red hair was flying in the soft morning breeze and her freckles were as perfect as ever, sprinkling her nose and cheeks.

“Yes?” You asked, locking your eyes with her’s.

Lily’s eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips and back to your eyes again in a second, and she smiled. 

You tilted your head “Yes?” You repeated, ignoring Lily’s eyes flickering down to your lips from time to time.

“Can I kiss you?” LIly asked finally, looking at her knees, smiling shyly, and tucking her hair behind her ear.

“What?” You looked at Lily with a look of surprise. “Can you what?”

Lily looked up at you, her big green eyes sparking, “Can I kiss you?”

You looked at Lily then smiled “Okay, Evans.”

Lily’s face lit up and she smiled, caressing your forearm. “Thank you, Y/N” She whispered, moving her face closer to yours.

You blushed and put your hand softly onto her’s.

Lily put her hand on your hip and pressed her lips on yours, smiling.

The warm taste of chocolatey sweetness filled your mouth. Your hand went up Lily’s waist and to her neck, brushing your hand through her hair.

Lily pulled away after a few seconds, a warm blush sprinkling her freckled cheeks.

You smiled, also blushing lightly. “Wow..” 

Lily grinned and stood up, holding her hand out for you and you took it, grinning.

“I’m going to take you somewhere else.”

“Where?”

“I told you! It’s a secret”

You rolled your eyes “Whatever.”

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Ashley Tisdale at The Princess Diaries 2 Movie Premiere (2004)

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How much are we worth? | James Potter

Pairing: James Potter x Fem!Reader

Word count: 5.8k

Summary: Sirius bets that James can't get a girl to go out with him. James pursues you and falls for you. You are hurt when you find out that you were just a bet, even more when you realise how little they bet on you.

Notes: A classic: Strangers to friends to lovers, Angst, Bet trope, Fluff and happy ending because yey, I believe in second chances :) Existence of a wardrobe that works like newt scamanders suitcase and SPeLLing Mistakes

Masterlist

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In hindsight, you should've known.

"Have you maybe considered giving up on her?" Remus' question caught James off guard when he returned to the marauders at the Gryffindor table after another failed attempt and rejection by Lily.

"Not until she's given me a chance at least," James responded, eyes trained on Lily's retreating figure. "Besides, this chasing game is sort of our thing now."

The marauders nodded sceptically.

"Not particularly the dynamic I'd want to have with the person I fancy," Peter whispered, loud enough for everyone to hear. James shot him a look as if Peter had just committed the greatest betrayal of the century.

Sirius snorted out loud. "Dynamic my ass, yeah." He threw a piece of bread across the table in James' direction.

"He's stuck with Lily now because if he decides to chase some other poor girl and inevitably get rejected, it'll prove that James Potter just can't get some," he added, wearing a shit eating grin on his face.

James pulled a face at Sirius. "Oh please I can get girls. It's just that contrary to you, I actually show commitment to only one," he huffed.

Sirius shrugged. "You say that, but you've never even had a girlfriend. Been pining over Evans since first year. Besides, commitment or being stuck," he weighed his hands in the air. "Same same."

James rolled his eyes and got up. When he turned around, he crashed into someone who had been standing behind him, tripping her, and he sent her crashing into the Ravenclaw table behind him. The Ravenclaw sitting at that table ducked out of the way. She stuck her hands out to brace herself and loudly hissed when her hand ended up in someone's scalding soup.

"Godric, I am so sorry," James scrambled to offer her a napkin. She snatched it out of his hands and dried her hands. James saw that they were scorching red and more apologies stumbled out of his mouth.

"Let me help you get to madam Pomfrey," he offered, concern lacing his tone. He reached his hand out to her and she jerked away.

"Fuck off Potter, I'd rather take a bloody bath in boiling water than go anywhere with you." She spat, and left, hand pressed against her chest, covered by the napkin.

The commotion had everyone turn their heads at him and despite usually being a fan of being at the centre of attention, he embarrassedly sat down again.

"Guess really no girl wants to go anywhere with you, Prongs," Sirius snickered. James offered him a sour look.

"This was just because I literally burned her hand, Pads. Any other time, she would totally go out with me." James boasted, but guilt and concern for the girl who he didn't know, lingered in his mind.

"Right, you wanna bet?"

"The usual?"

"The usual."

They sealed the deal with a nod. Peter and Remus shared a look but they knew that was no use trying to tell them to stop it already. Remus thought back to the scowl on the girl's face and prayed that she would stay headstrong and reject James.

After all, Sirius and James were from wealthy families, so money has never actually played a role during these bets. It’s just the principle of it that counts and is the reason why they only ever bet one galleon. It meant someone would get hurt.

The scowl on your face disappeared with the cool relief of the running water from the girls bathroom on your hand, but the bitter feeling remained when your mind wandered to James Potter. You scoffed to yourself. Arrogant, self pretentious, blood boiling bully. Though never having been a victim of their pranks, you lost several friends to Beauxbatons because of the marauders’ cruelty.

You glanced at yourself in the mirror one last time and left for your Ancient Runes class where you walked to your designated seat next to Lily Evans. You two unsurprisingly got along. Though your personalities were nothing alike, you being rather reserved, you could both value each other’s calm presence and even ‘maturity’ to a certain degree.

She offered you a smile and you nodded at her in acknowledgement. “I’m embarrassed to ask this, but could I maybe share your book? I didn’t have time to pick it up after lunch.” Lily gave you a surprised look but quickly assured you that you could to which you offered her a small but grateful smile.

She opened her mouth to tell you something, when something else, or rather someone else, caught her attention. Before he even reached the table, she had already attempted to ward him off in a monotone voice. “Go away Potter, I’m not interested.”

“Not here for you, Lilypad,” he smugly said and stopped right next to you. Lily raised her eyebrows and looked at you with a concerned look. Without looking up from Lily’s book, you also repeated Lily’s words. “Fuck off Potter, I’m not interested either.”

“I haven’t even said anythi-“

“And I don’t want you to.”

“Okay, but here me out, I-“

“I. Don’t. Want. You. To,” you pronounced every word clearly.

“Come on, just listen-“

You turned around, an incredibly sour look on your face. James couldn’t help but admire you for a moment. You looked pretty, contorted face aside. Especially when you had smiled at Lily. It had caught him off guard.

“Can you spare me a second?” He tried again. For a second, he thought he saw a look of appreciation cross your face at his formulated words, but it was gone in a split second.

“No. Class is starting, get back to your seat Potter,” you dryly responded. You turned back to your book and James walked back to his friends.

James potter was determined though, you had to give him that. You abruptly turned on your heels, ready to walk in the opposite direction, even if it would mean a detour of about 8 minutes to your destination. You were really not into his crap today.

“Y/N!” James called out to you and chased you.

“I told you to call me by my last name. We're not friends, Potter. I don’t want to be. In fact, I don’t want anything to do with you. So, for Merlin’s sake, leave me alone, or I swear on his balls that I will hurt you.” You spat the last part out through gritted teeth and

James took a step back in surprise. He looked at you for a moment, carefully considering his next words. “L/N.” He settled on, voice quieter. When you didn’t immediately walk off, he took it as a sign to continue. “I was wondering if you would allow me to sit next to you during our free period between Transfiguration and Potions.”

You raised you eyebrows.

“My friends all took classes and there’s like a two hour gap and I like company, that’s all,” he hastily explained before you could go and reject him.

“What are you, six years old?” You sarcastically asked him. “Can’t spend what, two hours on your own?”

James’ eyes averted to the ground. “Just not enjoying being alone,” he mumbled, almost embarrassedly. You looked at him, great, now you were being an asshole yourself.

“You know the big old wardrobe in the abandoned classroom on the seventh floor?” you eventually asked. James’ eyes lit up and nodded.

“It’s bigger on the inside.” You said.

“A secret room?” He asked while trying to recall seeing an extra room on the map. You nodded. “Not even visible on your map because it’s not Hogwarts. A pocket dimension, Dumbledore said.”

James’ jaw fell slack. “You know about the map?” he whispered.

“You can join me there between classes next week if you want, but I can’t promise you that it’ll be any different to passing the time on your own.” You said, completely ignoring him. You stopped in front of the library. “A word about the wardrobe and I swear-“

“-on Merlin’s balls that you’ll hex me, yeah,” he waved you off with a triumphant smile.

“Witty, are you now.” You looked at him. A small smirk lingering on the corner of your lips. James heart skipped.

“Just one of the effects you have on me, darling,” he winked at you. “L/N,” he quickly corrected when your face fell into a scowl again.

“I’m not kidding though, this is my spot to get away from everything. I don’t feel like sharing it with people.” James felt flattered. So you would share it with him?

“I solemnly swear I won’t tell,” he assured you, a serious expression on his face. “You can trust me, L/N.” He cringed at his own words. Trust him? He was only talking to you to prove Sirius wrong.

“I’ll hold you to it, Potter,” you nodded and entered the library. The door closed and James slouched against the wall next to him. A giddy feeling fluttered in his stomach at the thought of hanging out with you.

“So what happened to rather bathing in boiling water than going anywhere with me,” James couldn’t help but arrogantly ask while trying to keep up with your ridiculously fast walking pace as you two were on your way to the wardrobe. “I’m not going anywhere with you, you’re going somewhere with me,” you denied, your eyes narrowed at him. James put his hands up in mock surrender. “Lead the way, L/N.”

“I am,” you deadpanned.

James sceptically looked at the oak wardrobe. He and his friends had rummaged through this room already. It included the wardrobe, but it had looked pretty normal.

“Doesn’t look very special,” he said while you were busy locking the door behind you. You made your way over to James and pushed him out of the way roughly. He gaped at you with an offended look on his face. “You know, being a bit more chivalrous wouldn’t hurt you,” he exclaimed.

You shrugged and opened the door. James stared in amazement as he realised that the inside was in fact bigger. He walked to the wall that the wardrobe was standing against and squeezed his hand between the wall and the wardrobe.

“Why are you so surprised?” you asked. “We literally learned about the Extension charm yesterday?”

“We did?”

Maybe hanging out with James Potter wasn’t as terrible as you had expected it to be and so, it became a routine. James had finally realised that his persistence to flirt with you or try to impress you wasn’t getting him anywhere and had opted to actually be considerate of you.

He respected you when you not so kindly told him to fuck off and was sitting next to you quietly while you studied between hours in the wardrobe. He had read the book that he’d seen you read in the courtyard- and was surprised to find himself interested in the story- so that he could talk to you about something when your demeanour told him that he could speak again. He stuck to calling you by your last name and learned to read your mood when he could joke around.

Most importantly, he’d learned to enjoy himself in a comfortable silence that didn’t require him to do or say anything and just let him be.

You two were laying on the couch again, feet propped up, both on opposite sides, but feet touching in the middle. James was admiring you. The way your eyebrows crunched up in a frown, eyes squinted, and lips mouthing the words you were reading.

“You’re careless with spelling, Potter.” You eventually looked up from correcting his assignment. “But that’s a brilliant essay.”

James beamed up at you, relief, pride and happiness all washing over him at once.

“Also, you have a nice handwriting,” you added after considering whether or not you should mention it.

James was now fully grinning, pushing himself to sit up from his relaxed position. “Two compliments?” he asked teasingly and you immediately huffed and looked away. “Don’t let it get to your head, Potter. It’s big as it is.”

“But you think I’m brilliant and that my handwriting is nice.” He repeated happily.

“Your essay was brilliant,” you attempted to correct him, but he seemed to be lost in happy thoughts. You looked at him. He had his arms up behand his neck because he had laid down again. He was grinning from ear to ear and his eyes squinted in delight and satisfaction. He looked so... harmless.

“You know,” you began and James looked up at you, propping himself up a little in curiosity at the fact that you were starting the conversation for the first time.

“I used to think you were the biggest asshole ever. Astoundingly stupid and good for nothing but hurting people.” You were looking up at the ceiling now and missed the way James eyes flashed with mixed feelings.

“I had a few friends, you know. They were great, but everyone called them boring and a stick in the mud.” You turned your head towards James. “You and the rest of the marauders used to tell us to “lighten up already,” and pranked us separately, one by one until all five moved schools.”

James looked down, feeling horrible and guilty. It was true that in his early years at Hogwarts, he and his friends had been going too far with pranks. That kind of stopped after that prank.

“So I’ve held a grudge against you, like any good friend would do,” you smiled to yourself at the thought of your friends. “I think maybe I no longer have to.” James heart melted at your confession. Over the course of weeks, he’d become desperate for your approval and friendship.

“You’ve changed since then,” you concluded out loud. “Not cruel anymore.” You hesitated for a moment.

“James?” You then asked and James looked up at you with wide eyes. He knew that this was the first time that you’d addressed him by his name instead of ‘Potter’.

“Yeah?”

“I really value our friendship,” you whispered. “It’s worth a lot to me.”

James heart both warmed and tightened. “It’s worth a lot to me too,” he whispered back.

“Where were you,” Remus asked when he returned to the Gryffindor common room. “We looked on the map, but we couldn’t find you.”

“And we couldn’t find Y/N either.” James fought the urge to correct them and say that they shouldn’t use your first name like that. That he had worked for your friendship to stop calling you by your last name.

“Do I owe you a galleon now?” Sirius popped up from behind him. “What? No,” James said, thinking of another subject to talk about, wanting to ignore the existence of the bet in the first place.

“I was hanging out with Y/N,” he admitted. “But because we're friends now.”

“Yeah, but where were you hanging out?” Peter asked. “Because we weren’t allowed to leave Hogwarts today.”

“Did you find another secret passage?” Sirius gasped and James immediately shook his head to deny it. “Oh come on, we’re your friends, you have to tell us!”

Remus watched James shift uncomfortably and tried to intervene. “Let him be, Padfoot.” Sirius wasn’t having it though, and when James said that he promised not to tell, he responded with, “What, you value your fake friendship with that stick-up-her-ass girl more than us?”

“It’s not a fake friendship,” he weakly fought back. “Don’t call her that.”

Sirius sighed. “I’m sorry Prongs. I didn’t mean to call her that, hell I don’t even know the girl, she’s probably alright. But you’re keeping secrets, it’s not fair.”

You stared in disbelief at the marauder who wasn’t James, having a hook-up in your wardrobe. When he noticed you in the entrance, Sirius merely held his hand up at you in a greeting. “Thanks for letting me borrow this, this is the best spot for not getting caught.”

You backed away and slammed the door shut. James.

“Potter!” you yelled at him when you saw him leave the Gryffindor chambers. Your face was contorted in anger and you were seething.

He looked up at you, happy feeling in his chest and he was itching to show you the paper behind his back.

You stabbed your finger in his chest, effectively wiping the happy grin on his face off. “You promised,” you hissed. James immediately knew what you were talking about. “I’m sorry, I had to tell him,” he tried to justify his actions and you scoffed. “Fuck you,” you spat and walked off.

James stood there, frozen and stared at the empty spot in front of him. His arms hung by his side and he looked down at his essay which wore a big ‘O’ mark and right next to it in Professor McGonagall’s handwriting, ‘Keep this brilliant work up, Mr. Potter.’

James was watching you, sulking. He had made such progress and now it felt as if all those baby steps were for nothing, instead taking eight long strides back. You had closed yourself off again and James was too intimidated by your glares every time he walked in your direction, so he would change directions last minute every time you burned a hole through his head with your eyes.

‘This is so stupid’ he thought to himself when his body automatically steered him away from you again. He mustered up all of his courage and headed straight for you. He would rather face your wrath head on than go back to being strangers. Especially when tomorrow was free period again.

“Is it okay if I talk to you for a moment?” he asked, nervous.

You scanned him up and down. Everything about him looked remorseful, from his posture to dull eyes to his tone when he asked you if he could have a word. You waved at him to take a seat next to you, and he gratefully took the opportunity.

“I’m sorry. I swore I wouldn’t tell and I did and I shouldn’t have. I would go back in time and stop past me from telling Sirius, but I can’t, but I also don’t want to lose you because I meant what I said. This friendship is worth so much to me.” James took a deep breath. “So please let me make amends?” he finished.

“Okay.”

James blinked. “Okay?” he dumbly repeated.

“That’s what I said.”

“Wait, so that’s it? No grovelling? No conditions?”

“Would you like me to add conditions?”

“I mean..” James stuttered. “Sure?”

“Fine. Consider this your second chance , even though it technically is your third after your horrid behaviour towards my friends. It’s also your last.” You said that last part sharply. “Do you accept those terms?”

James nodded in relief and agreed. It was only when he laid in bed at night that he realised that he should’ve probably gotten clean on the matter of the bet right when he had the chance. He was on his last chance after all. But it would be alright. He would simply call off the bet and then it would be as if nothing ever happened. No one had to know, no one had to get hurt.

He waited after Transfiguration and grinned at you when you made your way to him. He had really looked forward to spending time with you again at your spot. Even if the marauders knew its location now, too.

“Lead the way, Y/N.”

“I am,” you retorted with a hint of amusement in your voice. James grinned and followed you, only noticing after a while that you were walking around on the third floor instead of the seventh. “Did you find a new spot?” he curiously asked.

“Yes. And no.” James huffed at your vagueness, imploring you to explain. “Let’s just say that Dumbledore got himself off my blacklist.” You turned the corner and moved a portrait to the side. James knew of the passageway. It was moist in there and cold so it hadn’t interested him and his friends very much. But behind the door you just opened, stood your wardrobe.

He looked at it, amazed. “You got Dumbledore to move a wardrobe for you?” he asked incredulously. You slyly smiled but didn’t say anything except for “I did the cleaning myself.”

“So what’s going on with you and James,” Lily curiously asked you. You shrugged and brought your water bottle to your lips. “Kept bothering me into a friendship, I guess.”

Lily laughed. “Well, whatever keeps him away from me,” she joked and you let out an audible laugh. She leaned in towards you. “But if he’s no longer fighting for my attention, but yours, I think it might mean that he fancies you.”

You choked on your water. “Most certainly not!” You strictly assured her and composed yourself. Lily laughed. “No need to get so defensive over his feelings. You make it seem as if I suggested that you fancied him,” she said, chuckling. You turned your head away and she gasped. “Do you fancy him?”

“What’s with all this gossiping and boys talk,” you grumbled, unpleased. “But for the record, I don’t think so.” You stuck your nose up.

“You don’t think so?” Lily repeated. “What do you mean?”

“I gravely appreciate him and I feel very comforted in his presence. We’re friends. It doesn’t mean I fancy him.” You answered. “Besides, I’ve never fancied anyone. Not sure I know what it’s like.”

“Okay, how would you feel if he starts dating someone, right now?”

You pondered over the question for a bit. “I guess he can do whatever he wants, but don’t expect me to share our spot with some random girl,” you said, the last part coming out more bitter than you expected. Huh. ‘Did you fancy James Potter?’ you wondered.

“I fancy her,” James told his friends while they were out in Hogsmeade.

“L/N?” Peter asked. James nodded in affirmation. “Well damn Prongs,” Sirius started. “What happened?”

“Y/N and I are good, I think. We fit and it feels amazing. It seems surprising, but we can talk for hours or sit in silence together without it being weird at all. Everything is comfortable with her, in like the good way,” James struggled to express all his feelings about you.

Sirius whistled. “Almost envious of you, Prongs. What about Evans though?”

James shrugged. “Not the kind of dynamic I want.”

“So are you going to tell her?” Remus asked. James puffed his chest. “Of course. I’m not shy about my feelings. I publicly chased after Lily for years,” he reasoned. But despite his big words, he felt like a nervous wreck. Because what if you rejected him?

James found you in the library. “Is now a good time?” he asked. You sat up straight. Last night, you had done a lot of thinking and came to the conclusion that yes, you fancied James Potter. “Yes, actually. I wanted to talk to you,” you replied. You got up and and started to gather your belongings. James grabbed your books for you and you left the library.

“I fancy you.”

James blinked. Were his ears deceiving him? Were you joking? Did you have a bet of your own going on with someone?

“I’m sorry?” he managed to get out, his voice an octave higher than usual.

“I fancy you,” you stated again. Matter of factly. “I came to the realisation yesterday and they do say honesty is the best policy.” James laughed softly at your sad attempt to lessen the awkward atmosphere.

“I actually wanted to talk to you to say the same thing,” he breathed out in a relieved manner. You stared at him in surprise. Okay. Definitely not what you expected.

“So you fancy me.” You repeated to make sure.

“And you fancy me.” James nodded.

“Do you want to go out with me?” you asked.

James’ heart leaped. He had spent so much time asking that question, he realised that how amazing it felt to hear the question directed at him. He grinned. “Glad you asked, darling. Yes, I’ll go out with you.” He reached out to you carefully wrapped an arm around you. You fully leaned into him in a hug and breathed him in.

“Think our relationship just went up in value.” You mumbled, your words slightly muffled by your face, hidden in his sweater.

You felt him laugh. “Well, we upgraded from friends to couple. How much are we worth now?”

You pretended to think about it. “We’re worth all the money in Gringotts bank.”

“That’s a lot of money,” he hummed.

You had taken James out on a date in the middle of the Gryffindor Quidditch stands at night, after curfew. James was the first to lean in and kiss you and when he did, he practically melted into you, your arms slung over his broad shoulders. He’d muttered something about how lucky he was and you’d told him that he better know it, before admitting that you felt the same way.

After you had left him several hickeys, scattered across his neck, he had insisted on returning the favour. He was only on his second when you two were interrupted by Filch, who had spotted you two. You two ran off to the third floor and decided to hide out in your wardrobe until he was gone all while continuing making out. You and James fell asleep in that position. You on your back on the couch, James draped over you like a weighted blanket with his face nuzzled in your throat, and your legs entangled.

Though very surprised at first, your fellow Hogwarts students quickly got used to the idea of you and James in a relationship. It wasn’t long before you were walking down the corridors together, James hand on your lower back and inching lower. You shot him a warning glare and he bit his check when he splayed his hand over your ass with a cheeky smile. You elbowed him in the ribs, earning a huff and let your hand rest on his ass in turn.

Everything was perfect, which is of course why everything had to become a disaster very quickly. James wasn’t even sure how such a perfect night had turned so horrible. One moment, you were partying, everything had been great, and he had been envisioning you and him for the rest of your lives, and the next, he was pleading with you through a locked door.

“Y/N, we can call you Y/N right?” Sirius had drunkenly slurred. You had rolled your eyes at his antics, but nodded. Though you would never admit it out loud, you appreciated the elder Black.

“I like you. We all like you and we’re happy that it’s you and not Evans anymore,” he mumbled on and he stumbled over his own feet, barely reacting in time to not drop to the floor.

You internally smiled at his words.

“I’m sorry that I was an asshole to you. You’re really great. If I had known, I wouldn’t have targeted your friend group for pranks or risked your feelings by making you part of a stupid bet.”

It was as if the world stopped spinning for a moment, music only barely in the background. “A bet?” you spoke in a dangerously low voice.

Sirius seemed to catch on to your change in demeanour and sobered up at an incredible rate. “Shit, no-“

But you had already turned around to find James, Sirius stumbling behind you to try and stop you.

“How much?” you spat out angrily when you found him. The music was luckily loud enough to hide your argument from other students.

James looked at you, confused. “How much?”

“How much are we worth?”

James frowned at you question. “All the money in Gringotts bank,” he calmly answered you and moved to embrace you, thinking you were just very drunk.

You pushed him away and he stumbled a few steps back.

“No,” you hoarsely responded. “That’s how much I think we’re worth. How much did you bet on me.”

James’ blood ran cold. “I-“ His words opened and closed like a fish. “Because the amount better have been fucking worth it, James,” you cut him off.

“Darling-“

You felt numb. “How little?”

“A galleon.”

You nodded and stepped back. “I was wrong,” you shakily breathed out. “You, James Potter, are still cruel.”

James chased you. “Wait, please,” he begged. You ran out of the room, towards the third floor and into the wardrobe hidden behind the door behind the portrait.

James followed you and pulled on the knob to open the wardrobe that you had locked. He sunk down against the doors and took a deep breath.

He had to explain. He had to let you know that you meant everything to him. And that everything was real. Honesty is the best policy after all, right?

“I’m sorry. Darling, I am so sorry. It’s so stupid how it happened. They were saying that I couldn’t get anyone to go out with me and then I accidentally hurt you with the soup incident, so Sirius bet with me that I couldn’t get anyone you to go out with me. I was never planning on hurting you, I swear,“ James rambled.

“I wanted to apologize and make up for your hand anyway. Not that it was out of pity or anything,” he immediately added.

“I did think you were beautiful. I did want to talk to you. And when you rejected me at first, yes, I did want to prove Sirius wrong. But then you were everything. I wanted so desperately to be friends with you because you were right. The bet was stupid, but it was never about money. It was never even about you per se, but I’m so fucking happy that it ended up being you, because I’m in love with you. Please believe me.”

You sucked in a breath at his words. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

James jumped at your voice from the other side of the door. “I wanted to, I really did. But I had already screwed up once and you weren’t going to give me anymore chances, so I thought that if I just never told you and called of the bet, pretending it never happened, I could keep you.” He leaned back against the door, eyes tightly shut. “And if we break up, then I don’t regret it, because the past months with you were perfect,” he whispered.

The door abruptly opened from inside out and he stumbled back, having leaned against it. He looked up at you, hovering above him. He knew you. He knew how to read you and right now, you needed space. “I’ll wait for you,” he said, hesitantly and left you alone.

You needed your friends right now.

When James didn’t see you the next day, he accepted that you didn’t want to see him. But by now, almost an entire week had passed and James and his friends were itching to apologize to you at least once more. He decided to ask Lily where you were and was absolutely not prepared for her answer.

“She went to Beauxbatons.” Lily pursed her lips at the boy in front of her in disdain. She knew what had happened but couldn’t help but pity him a little bit when he looked at her like that. Devastated.

James’ world stopped and for a moment he thought he couldn’t breathe. Did you leave? Had he managed to push you away to a whole different school? He thanked Lily for her answer and sat down at his own desk in a daze. His body moved on autopilot for the next few days. He was falling into a routine that he didn’t like.

During free periods, he hid out in the wardrobe, face up towards the ceiling as he imagined you were lying in his arms right then.

You had been gone for a week and a half and had returned to Hogwarts. Feeling lighter in your heart and decisive steps carrying you towards the Gryffindor Quidditch stands, right on time for the match.

You saw James and your heart jumped. He looked good. He had definitely looked better before, but all in all, he looked good. You bit your lip, suddenly insecure and doubting his promise to wait for you. Another twenty points for Gryffindor and admired James from the distance.

When you had arrived at Beauxbatons, you had wallowed in self pity for a day or two before your friends had pulled you out of it and reasoned with you. Surprisingly on James’ behalf.

You knew they were right. You were madly in love with James and he was undoubtedly madly in love with you too. Though it had all started off as a bet, how could you stay upset when it only brought you and James together.

James eyes scanned through the crowd, automatically trailing to the spot where you two had been sitting and kissed during your first date. He had to do a double take when he saw you in the crowds and almost fell off his broomstick when he rubbed his eyes with both hands to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

He started making his way towards you when his eyes locked onto the golden snitch. His eyes flickered between you and the snitch, but you had seen it too, so you flashed him a grin. His shoulders relaxed, and he started the chase.

“Darling?” James appeared in the doorway to the boy’s changing rooms.

“James,” you nodded. You were smiling at him, and your warm, inviting tone had him move forward until you were within reach.

“I’ve missed you so much, I thought I lost you.”

“Hm, you’re just lucky that I really really love you too.” You sassed back. James was in front of you in two big steps. “Yeah?” he asked a twinkle in his eye. “Just like that? No grovelling? No conditions?”

You kissed him. “Would you like me to include grovelling?” you laughed at him.

“Yeah actually. You see, I’ve already prepared at least eight different ways to make up to you.”

He pressed his lips to yours again.

“Get a room!” Sirius yelled and you shot him a sour look. He held up his hands in surrender, a shit eating grin still present on his face.

“Fine, but don’t expect your captain back for the celebratory party. He’s mine tonight,” you shot back.

“And every other night, I hope?” James coyly smiled at you. You shook your head in amusement and dragged him away, hand slipping to rest on his ass, his own hand finding its way to yours.

“Lead the way, Darling.”

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[lexithwrites]

bartylily nsfw..? 🤭

nsfw below of course (minor TW for this, other than smut there is some pain kink stuff going on, nothing major just slapping, scratching and hair pulling, as well as degradation)

If you asked one of her closest friends, Lily Evans would be described as someone with ambition. A motherly figure. Someone who wanted her friends and loved ones to succeed. That she was headstrong, smart, fierce and loyal. But above all else, they'd tell you that she had extremely high standards when it came to men and relationships.

She wasn't going to settle, she refused. She had dealt with a handful of men in her dating history that never took her seriously, didn't treat her how she expected to be treated, nor did they ever, ever care about her needs. They were selfish. They assumed that because she was a woman she'd want to kneel at their feet and obey. No, Lily Evans wasn't a dog they could teach to sit or fetch.

She'd much prefer to be the one holding the leash.

Which is why it was her shoving Barty Crouch up against the brick wall and putting her hand in his jeans, not the other way around. Barty wouldn't manhandle her like that, but getting manhandled? Sure. Any day of the week. Lily pushed herself up on her toes and kissed him something fierce; she wanted him to feel her touch and taste burn into his skin. She wanted him to remember her in the morning.

"Fuck, Evans...you that horny for me?" He choked out, still managing that cocky smile as she cupped him over his boxers and squeezed.

"You know how this goes, Barty." She panted, shivering when his wandering hands found her ass and kneaded it. "We don't need to talk to each other."

"Thought you liked my mouth?" He moaned, rocking his hips forward when she started to stroke his half-hard cock, the tip already leaking pre-cum.

"I like my mouth when it's being put to good use." Lily reminded him, reaching up with her free hand to press two fingers against Barty's tongue, forcing it to come out like a dog panting. He let her do it, he'd always let her. Barty grinned, starting to drool over himself. "You're so dirty, you know."

He nodded, dumbly. His brain was starting to switch off at having his mouth forced open and his cock touched, and he didn't care about anything else in the world but her right now. She was too good at this, actually. The whole...sexy, red-haired dominatrix thing. It was exactly his type and he was a complete loser when she was around, but he liked it. Loved it, even. He wanted to be a good boy for Lily, that's all.

"You want me to get you off here? In this alley? Our friends are inside and they think we're out here smoking. Any of them could come looking, Barty." She whispered, leaning close to his ear as she manoeuvred her hand into his boxers to touch him properly. He whimpered, more drool running down his chin. "What do you want?"

"To get off." He said, although it wasn't that coherent with fingers in his mouth. Lily smiled and started trailing kisses up his neck. She was trying to kill him, he realised in the haze. She's actually trying to kill him right now. Cold blooded murder. But it still felt so good.

"I can get you off, love." She cooed. "Are you going to be a good boy and keep quiet for me?" Barty nodded again and she nipped at his neck. "Good." Her hand moved faster, gripping him and twisting her wrist on the upstroke around the head. Barty's thighs trembled and his eyes rolled back into his head. How this woman could make him feel this way he'd never know. She somehow knew him better than he knew himself. "That's it, there you go honey...just feel good for me. It's all you're good for, isn't it? Being touched like this...letting me use you."

Barty whined and bucked his hips again, earning a light slap on his cheek with wet fingers. "I'm sorry, holy fuck that feels so good—"

"Barty." Lily warned.

"M'sorry, fuck, fuck, I'm sorry, please keep going! I'll be good! I'll shut up and I'll be a good boy, I'll be such a good boy for you, oh jesus christ just like that—"

Lily smiled against his skin but didn't say anything this time. She had to admit, hearing him beg was starting to make her clench her thighs together. Barty was fun to play with, but she really did want to make him feel good. In her own strange, dominating way. They had only been doing this for a few months but she'd memorised all the little things he liked hearing her say, all the things he wanted her to do to him. Pull his hair mostly, and she reached up to tug his head back as she sucked a mark onto his throat—her hand speeding up when she heard him let out a guttural moan. He was close.

"M'fuck—" he grabbed her hips as she nuzzled her nose into his cheek.

"You can cum, it's okay. It's okay, honey. Good boy." Within seconds, Barty tipped over the edge. Lily worked him through it, staring up at his face as he scrambled against the wall and then gulped.

"Jesus...you're a fucking freak." He was grinning from ear to ear. Lily felt herself smiling too. "You're coming home with me, right?"

"I have to get my bag." She told him as she wiped her sticky hand onto his shirt. He didn't even flinch, nor did she. It was routine.

"Fuck the bag, I'll buy you another one."

"Tempting, but I want my stuff. Just wait here, alright?" She was about to walk back into the club when Barty tilted his head. "What?"

"You...I didn't say it earlier because I thought you'd make fun of me, and for once I didn't want you too, but you look gorgeous, Lil." He gave her a new smile then, something small and sincere and...innocent. She flushed. Barty actually made her lost for words. "I'll be here and we can go to mine. Can do that thing you like with my tongue." He licked his lips.

And he's back.

[half-oz-eddie]

A Lesson On Communication Maddie & Tommy (Buck/Tommy, Maddie/Chimney, Menacing Jee-Yun) Rating: G WC: 924

Tommy had a fight with Buck. He goes to Maddie for some sound advice, but there’s a small...interference during their conversation.

“I don’t know, Maddie.” Tommy spoke in a slightly louder voice over the sound of Jee’s musical toys and her playful shouting. “I feel like I’m responsible. Maybe I’m too hard on Evan. I don’t want him to feel like he has to change for me, but I don’t want him to make rash decisions on a call again.”

“I don’t think worrying about him means you’re too hard on him. My brother…” Maddie sighed. “Jee, can you turn the piano off for just a sec, sweetie? Mommy’s trying to talk to Tommy.”

“Okay, mommy.”

Jee turned off the piano, and Maddie continued her conversation with Tommy. 

“As I was saying, I think this will blow over. Evan’s headstrong and his job means the world to him, but you also mean the world to him.”

“And he means the world to me t—“ Tommy’s sentence was interrupted by a stuffed giraffe hitting the side of his head. 

“I’m so sorry.” Maddie gasped. “Jee-Yun! Don’t throw things at Uncle Tommy!” She gently reprimanded. 

Jee giggled and ran away. 

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize.” Tommy smiled. “But, yeah. I love Evan. I just wanted him to know I always want him to come home to m—“

This time, Tommy was hit in the head with a small ball. Read more on Ao3

[thepastneverforgets]

tommy, former army soldier and pilot, taking care of his boyfriend in an attentive and headstrong manner. big, broad tank of a man sleeping close on the couch to look out over evan. acknowledging his injured and fixated boyfriend but not enabling, with the confidence to move around the space to make breakfast and make decisions. and trying to keep the situation calm when he's initially surprised by buck's sudden skin condition.

"i found a substack" "oh, good, you found a substack" (but maybe find some sleep)

[veritas-scribblings]

teach - @bartylusmicrofic - words: 1,096 [mature content: discussions of sex and under-age sex]

note: different take. pov Evan, does not feature regulus?? focussing on bartylus relationship?? it probably doesn't qualify, and I'm so sorry. but based on the (y)earn comment that Evan had to teach Barty how to help Regulus experience pleasure

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Evan really just doesn’t want to have to deal with this.

On his best days, he doesn’t have a whole lot of patience for…well, anything. He does not tolerate stupidity: it irritates him. He does not tolerate people as a general rule: they annoy him. He does not tolerate fear or weakness: he is above all of that. 

Survival of the fittest. All that jazz.

Granted, where Barty and Regulus are concerned, things will always be different. Where Barty and Regulus are concerned, Evan has significantly more tolerance for pretty much everything. Sure, he believes in tough love and will do the ‘difficult thing’ if it means he’s protecting them. 

But. Well. Evan loves his friends too much to let them have bad sex.

This is the way it all happened. 

Evan is well aware that he was sexualised at too early an age. That growing up in Rosier Manor around his emotionally abusive arsehole of a father has probably damaged him in ways he has still yet to discover. He knows that he has an unhealthy relationship with sex that’ll cause all kinds of issues in the future. But, those are entirely different matters to be addressed at an entirely different time.

The fact of the matter is: when you’re a teenage boy sharing a dormitory with two other teenage boys who’ve just discovered the wonderful world of sex, you hear things. And when you hear things and you’re familiar enough with what sex looks like, sounds like, feels like…well, you know when you’re listening to two people having bad sex. 

And unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at things), it falls to Evan to remedy the situation. There are pros and cons to this situation, as there are in all situations. 

Pro: Barty Crouch Junior (proverbial headstrong menace) will actually listen to and take advice from Evan. There are few things Barty doesn’t know, but apparently Barty does not know sex. Evan has a chance to school him and be a guru. Definite pro.

Con: When Barty Crouch Junior and Regulus Black do figure out sex (good sex, at that), Evan will get even less sleep. And Evan loves his sleep. Evan needs his sleep. Evan is an absolute monster without enough sleep. Evan doesn’t need to spend more time listening to his best friends having a good time. 

Pro: Evan loves Barty. Evan loves Regulus. Evan knows that Barty and Regulus love him. So, who better to bestow the knowledge and wisdom than Evan? And because Evan loves his friends dearly, he really thinks that they deserve to have a proper good time.

Con: Barty may not take this well. Evan does not need Barty mad at him. He does not need to risk Barty punching or hexing him because he has managed to offend his friend. Evan does not want to lose his friends.

Another con that deserves repeating: Evan loves his sleep. Like, a lot.

Barty does not punch Evan, which is a relief. Granted, Barty would never actually lay a finger on his friends and Evan should have known that…but the thought had plagued Evan, who does still occasionally wonder how and why Barty and Regulus had ever come to want him around to begin with.

Actually, if anything, Barty looks flustered and confused. Adorably so, because Barty is rarely confused and even less often is he flustered.

‘What do you mean I’ve been doing it wrong?’ Barty demands loudly and unashamedly, because he’s Barty. ‘And why are you talking to me about this? Why not Reg?’

‘I didn’t say you’ve been doing it wrong, per sé…’

‘Per. Sé?!’ 

To be honest, it’s an absolute travesty, Evan thinks, that Hogwarts doesn’t educate its students on anything within the realm of sex and the human body. Especially when locking together hundreds of horny adolescent students day-in-day-out. He wouldn’t be surprised—actually, he knows that—his peers are going around having bad sex while not knowing how to identify and name their own body parts.

Sometimes he wonders if they’re slipping contraceptive potions into the food to avoid unwanted pregnancies.

Evan sighs. The thing about people like Barty—people who are so used to knowing absolutely everything and finding everything ridiculously easy—is that they don’t know how to not know things. Barty is confused and struggling, and looks on the verge of having a tantrum.

‘I know what I’m doing,’ Barty says, puffing his chest out, trying to appear convincing. ‘It feels good, so I reckon we’re doing fine.’

Evan snickers. ‘I feels good for you, but sex isn’t just about you, is it?’

Barty straightens, wide-eyed, looking adorably stricken. ‘Did Reg say it doesn’t?’

‘No!’ Evan tries to smile reassuringly, only he’s sure it doesn’t come out right because emotions never come out right for him. ‘Actually, he said it felt really good.’

It wasn’t really about what Regulus had said, but what he’d not said, that had led Evan to fill in the blanks. Evan knows Regulus inside and out. He knows Regulus has a complicated relationship with intimacy, what with being a Black and all. He knows Regulus has a complicated relationship with his own body, what with being trans and all.

He knows Regulus will not be talking to Barty about any of this. Because Regulus just doesn’t communicate well. He bottles and then he explodes.

Evan is also familiar enough with the pureblood aristocracy, as well, to know that they don’t exactly educate their children about such ‘delicate matters’. And when sex and gender and sexuality are all involved together? Things get messy.

And, well, that omission and ignorance is a different kind of travesty. 

‘Regulus has different…parts…than we do,’ Evan begins slowly.

‘I know that,’ Barty snaps, rolling his eyes. ‘I did manage to figure that out. Ages ago.’

‘…so, it’s not as simple as you just…sticking it in and going at it. That’s not going to cut it.’

Barty looks even more confused, like he’s never considered this before, and he probably hasn’t. Because while Barty is the most naturally intelligent person Evan knows, he also completely lacks understanding of…well, people. No matter how much Barty enjoys people. It really is a little bit tragic.

Barty also looks devastated and Evan would be lying if he said it wasn’t making him feel a bit sad for his friend.

‘All right,’ Evan sighs again, because he knows this is going to be a long talk. ‘Buckle in, student. Listen to your guru.’

[rosyhoneydew]

Love, in Lists

Written for @bucktommypositivityweek | Day 1: What they love most about each other.

Some things he felt right away. Tommy had known a bit about who Evan was even before they had met. He hadn't kept in constant contact with the 118 after he left, but he checked in enough to hear about the new kid. Not to mention, Evan didn't exactly keep a low profile in LA County. He'd been on the news enough in his first year alone for Tommy to recognize the guy who had put his life on the line countless times for others. Then, the night that they flew miles off the coast in a raging storm had solidified what Tommy had already guessed to be true.  That night, he saw firsthand that Evan is brave and determined. A little headstrong, mostly when it comes to the people he loves, but selfless in motivation. But he's hardly all hard exterior. He's funny, and kind, and welcoming. If he were a flower, he’d be a daisy. And if he were a season, he’d be summer.  There were other things, too. Things that grew on him when he saw how much Evan had bled into every facet of his life. So integrated into his world that he'd molded his behavior around Evan's presence. Last week, when Tommy was unloading the dishwasher, he huffed a laugh when he realized he’d conditioned himself to reach further down the silverware basket to grasp the handle since Evan insisted on loading it tines-up. It had annoyed him a little at first, tines-down seemed safer, but Evan had rattled off the ways it kept their dishes cleaner and Tommy could hardly argue with that. Then, there was the way he made Tommy feel. It’s not that Tommy feels jaded, or old (maybe only when he sees what the younger guys at Harbor are pulling off without a second thought). It’s that, with Evan, he sometimes forgets that they’re not both just big kids. The way they get lost in each other when they’re together has him forgetting to worry, forgetting to stress. Instead, Tommy feels feather-light, happier than he’s felt in years.  He wishes he could include all of that and more, but, well, his vows probably shouldn’t take up the entire ceremony. So, what he cuts for time he writes down in a letter, instead. He thinks he saw that in a romcom once. Or maybe in one of those FaceBook videos where the pathos is laid on so thick you can’t help but tear up.  Whoever he got the idea from, he’s thankful for them when he sees the way Evan's eyes turn a little misty on the night of their wedding. Reading all of the ways he's loved by his husband.

[loserboyfriendrjl]

the marauders (+ lily) as breeds of horses but i’m not going to explain or give reasoning for this

sirius black: friesian horse (intelligent, calm and willing temperament, strong-willed, great presence and carries itself with elegance)

james potter: lusitano horse (calm, brave, and stable, cool under pressure, a warm and affectionate horse)

remus lupin: haflinger horse (curious, easygoing, and gentle. calm, steady, hard to scare, adaptable and eager to work)

peter pettigrew: shetland pony (playful, friendly, gentle, good-tempered, can be headstrong)

lily evans: morgan horse (bold and intelligent horses, curious about their surroundings, very alert, has a calm and gentle disposition)

[the1gayteen]

Doctor Who and the 188

Quick rant that may turn into a PowerPoint.... 

A stupid crossover between my two current hyperfixation shows. What new-who and classic-who era doctor who companions the 118 and friends would be (aka what I feel like they would act like as companions to the doctor): 

Bobby:

Ben Jackson; Companion of the 1st and 2nd Doctor 

We all know Bobby’s the one in dire situations to take charge and help wherever he can. Finding clever ways to fix situations or how to stop things. He would be the same as being a companion. Even if he has a hard time believing and conceptualizing the fact of aliens and other dimensions. He will make it his duty to help those on the planets he finds himself on, leading and guiding where he can. He also will definitely have a tendency to take people under his wing, while also being under the doctor's wing, trusting him (the doctor) but going against his orders at the times he knows he has to. Matching that same energy from one of my favorite early companions Ben. 

Hen:

Donna Noble; Companion to the 10th and 14th Doctor 

Listen, Hen and Donnie absolutely would match each other's energies. Snarky, takes no shits from strange aspects. Hunt down answers from hunches and let's not forget stylish as hell. I see Hen having a similar start to traveling with the doctor like Donna. Being placed in the TARDIS randomly and arguably freaking out, but also helping the doctor when he needs it the same day (I also head cannon that she would insist on finding out how he is a ‘doctor’). Her humor and antics would match perfectly with the doctor, as well as her quick wit and thinking that would help them get out of situations. If Hen was a companion she would also be like Donna, a potentially short lived one who became the viewers absolute favorite because of how well she can push and pull, as well as meld with the dynamic of the doctor.  

Chimney & Maddie:

Amy Pond & Rory Williams; Companions to the 11th Doctor

I fully believe the Chimney would go nowhere without Maddie, and vise versa, especially travelling the universe and time. I see Chim and Maddie as married Amy and Rory, less of the pining for the doctor and more just a great throuple situation. I fully believe that chim would wait centuries for Maddie, and that they both of them would be perfect matches for the doctor. Also seeing Maddie as emotional as Amy and how perfect that would work for the drama is *chefs kisses*.

Eddie:

Sarah Jane Smith; Companion of the 3rd , 4th, and 10th Doctor 

He is Sarah Jane to me on both ends of her time within the Doctor Who universe. From her standalone TV series with her son. Eddie would absolutely love and cherish his alien son. Protecting him and helping out other species like his son on earth, protecting the world from home. As an actual travelling companion, he would fit in so well. Able to follow orders, but also able to break away when he knows how to help or what needs to be done. Headstrong but sweet overall. Helping others without the worry of self-sacrifice. Managing to save the Doctor and his self-sacrificing friends time and time again. Just like Sarah Jane he would just mix so well and push the doctor to what he needs to do and who he needs to be. Also, would absolutely travel with Buck.  

Evan 'Buck':

Adric; Companion of the 4th and 5th Doctor 

Adric is my favorite companion and is arguably (for classic who) one of the most impactful companions. There is so much overlap between Adric and Buck (I like to imagine the doctor finding him after the lightning strike with his new math abilities, mimicking Adric's superior mathematical skills). Adric starts out like Buck 1.0. Both stubborn and thinking that they are better than what they actually are. But after being taken under the wing of someone, learn to care for others and become self-sacrificing in order to help and protect others, especially those closest to them. Both have a fear of being enough and abandonment. Buck absolutely as a companion would still be self-sacrificing, but kindhearted. I could possibly see him doing something like Adric as sacrificing himself, leaving a lasting impact on the doctor for life (but like buck always does manages to come back). Overall Buck would have a blast as a companion, most likely shooting off random facts with the doctor back and forth while being reprimanded for another stupid stunt.  

Athena:

A mix of Both Martha Jones (Companion to the 10th Doctor) and Ace (Companion to the 7th Doctor) 

Athena would be the most efficient and badass companion, but I also feel like that would absolutely lead her into a unique position with the doctor. She had Aces self determination. Wanting to fight and protect everyone around her, but also Maratha’s badass and rule following methods (as apposed to aces anarchy). Athena would be a great side hand to the doctor, if not just being able to handle herself in situations. But I can see similar issues to ace and Maratha. With the doctor (like ace) being upset about her straight to aggressive tactics. As well as Martha's headstrong determination to help everyone while staying in line with expectations. I think Athena would not be a volunteered companion either. Probably snuck on the TARDIS to investigate or find wherever someone disappeared to and quickly the doctor and her learn to respect each other. I could also see her being a secret part of UNIT.  

... Thank you for reading my thoughts, please tell me I'm not alone in this lol!

[st-silver]

It’s a pretty bitter pill to swallow but the Sonic comics do not and never have accurately represented Silver’s character. This has pretty much been admitted to now. 

I don’t come at this from the perspective of a hater. Like a lot of people I got invested in Silver through the comics. I fell in love with him when I came across the Silver Saga story arc as a kid and I got back into Sonic comics and Silver as a character two years ago when the 2022 annual with him and Espio came out but then IDW became game canon and I started to understand game canon Silver. The more I understood his actual character the more I started to realize just how wrong the comics have always been with him.

You have to understand that the comics are an extension of the games and not the other way around. To that end the Sonic comics have never accurately represented Silver. Silver is a blunt, rude and aggressive character that is focused, hot-blooded and headstrong on top of being altruistic and naive. He is different from Sonic and Shadow in that he is naive and controlled by his emotions so he has no chill like them. His backstory is about him fighting and struggling for most of his life for peace and that’s why he’s as aggressive as he is naive and peace loving(Most of this is laid out in the Sonic Channel introduction page for Silver). That doesn’t mean he’s an ultra violent edgy maniac but he’s not a frail twink either. He’s not the shy polite awkward incompetent oaf from Archie or the nervous stuttering secretive coward from Ghosts of The Future.

Beyond the basic premise these characters are not Silver. In many ways many ways they are direct opposites of him. Archie Silver is a polite incompetent easily distracted oaf and Ghosts of the Future Silver is a round eyed nervous stuttering secretive coward. All of those traits are total opposites of Game Silver’s yet both artistically and writing wise these two have had more influence on IDW Silver (and by extension large parts of the fandom) than any game or Sonic Team produced material has.

You also have to understand that the comics have always been praised for being different from the games with Silver because Silver was (and still is) the most hated and misunderstood Sonic character, most people can’t tell you anything about him in the games other than “he’s serious”. There’s a lot more to his character than just “being serious” but most don’t know that because Silver is a very esoteric character and most of his appearances are obscure and/or heavily misinterpreted. 

Silver has always been more popular in the comics than the games because the comics provide more comprehensible and even intimate narratives than the games do while also giving him adventures that focus on him and those big shonen hero moments that everybody loves. I used to be one of the people that thought the comics did better with Silver but after coming to understand his actual character I can say that Silver simply needs to be properly explained and not “fixed” or changed. The “cute clumsy cinnamon roll” shtick just ain’t it. You may prefer Uwuver, Shiver or any other variant of fandom Silver but they aren’t accurate to Sonic Team’s character and it is the comic’s job to represent him. I’m glad that more and more people are finally getting sick of the “making him sick on purpose” thing and we can try to make Silver cool again.

This isn’t the fault of the comics crew but rather Sonic Team themselves. Unlike Shadow who has incredibly strict and specific mandates, there have never been any real restrictions on how Silver is depicted in the comics besides not being allowed to explore his lore. This has been a problem since 2008. They can draw and characterize Silver however they want and ST is just completely hands off with him. Honestly, big kudos to Evan for making these efforts to depict Silver more accurately, first drawing him more and more on model and now this. She has my full support and thanks if she plans to do better by him.

[lizzypuppet1711]

things about toronto’s production of the great comet at crow’s theatre/musical stage co that i need everyone to know about because i am obsessed with this show.

as of writing i have seen this show five times.

very long under the cut:

full cast listed here. at time of writing, donna garner replaces louise pitre as marya, tyler pearse replaces lawrence libor as dolokhov, and ben carlson replaces marcus nance as andrey/bolkonsky. currently i’ve seen the og cast four times and the replacements once.

the stage is set up with seats on three out of four sides, with front rows at tables, back of house left and right sides at barstools, and a small balcony with some seats on house right. there are balconies on either side, with a revolving platform in the middle of the stage (revolving by being pushed by cast members or stagehands). seats around 200 people or so.

the actors are EVERYWHERE. it is so incredibly immersive

the music is very punchy

during prologue, everyone is taking shots as they’re introduced, except dolokhov, who drinks straight from the bottle and sprays it into the air

i’m a dolokhov girlie through and through and once he nodded hello at me during the prologue and i legit swooned

mary is walking around holding a program showing off the family tree, actors will point to them on tables etc

once anatole pointed at his face on it, pointed to himself, all in a very flirty manner

he winked at me during prologue once and i’m still thinking about it

evan buliung is acting his ass off as pierre

he is definitely is more gruff and acting focused (think dave malloy over josh groban)

at “hours at my screen”, pierre takes an audience member’s phone (from one of the tables… or once out of someone’s hands LMAO) and mimes tapping, scrolling through it etc

two stagehands move things on and offstage (such as the sofa, church props etc) and they are also in little costumes. it’s very adorable

dolokhov’s little soldier walk thing??? during moscow????? i’m sure there’s a reason for it bc both of them do it but i have no clue why it’s there???? love it tho

heeyun park as mary is also acting her damn heart out

private and intimate life has a faster tempo and is SUCH a banger as a result

an audience member gets briefly pulled up on the platform to be the cheap french thing, he typically kisses up their arm, hugs them, and sometimes sits on their lap a bit

pierre is playing the tambourine in the background during natasha and bolkonskys and it is honestly kind of funny

hailey gillis plays natasha very emotional and headstrong. her no one else has a sense of urgency, desperation, and deep longing

the platform is spinning and people are walking around and she is singing like an angel…

basically i want to be hailey gillis when i grow up

actors are rotating the platform during no one else and it ends with andrey standing behind her and pierre standing in front of her. no one talk to me i’m losing it

as the run has continued, dolokhov’s adlibs during his intro in the opera have increased drastically

lawrence libor as dolokhov had such an air and presence (rizz?) about himself i cannot DESCRIBE. the comphet he gave me… i miss him v much. he was also very much giving toronto mans. and he made SO MUCH eye contact. he loves to look at you. i miss him. i need him. who said that

tumblr theatre girlies you would go insane over lawrence libor. if this show had ANY b roll footage i know i would be seeing edits all over the place

i am president of the lawrence libor fan club and everyone should join me

tyler pearse as dolokhov has heavy frat boy energy. he is also gayer, and somehow, sluttier. gives short king energy despite only being an inch shorter than lawrence (apparently)??? don’t ask bc i don’t know either he just does. anyway thank u tyler pearse for making dolokhov bisexual for real

either way dolokhov is doing SO MUCH in this production. he is wild he is a whirling dervish he is arrogant he is a bastard he is everything to me

“YEAH BABEY LETS GOOOOOOO” -lawrence libor as dolokhov, upon his entrance

in one performance he would go YEAH BABEY three separate times in act 1. yeahh

flirting with a girl in the balcony, dabbing up a guy in the balcony, generally being hilarious

and tyler pearse leaning over the balcony, rose in his mouth, wolf howling… i can’t.

basically i can’t with this production’s dolokhov. i’m obsessed

anatole’s entrance… he’s a whore. all i can say

rita dottor (ensemble) does the high soprano bravooooooo and she always sounds so fantastic. live laugh love rita dottor

george krissa, who plays anatole, is probably the most attractive man in ontario. like if you googled hot guy he would be the first result.

“where did they find this anatole. was he made in a lab or something. he was perfect” — my friend after seeing it

tumblr theatre girlies you would also be obsessed with george krissa. like jeremy jordan andrew rannells level obsessed. please love these toronto actors with me

i’d let him ruin my life ANY DAY. it is a fact that lesbians love george krissa. i hope he knows

the way he plays it… my friend described it like “lucas steele is like an alien david bowie, and george krissa is a bridgerton man. just a very charismatic, but normal, guy”

while i would say that lucas steele’s anatole believes he is truly in love with natasha, i would not say the same for george krissa’s. some of the manipulation happening here during the opera is. quite clear

when he is entering the box natasha struggles to open her fan, fans herself frantically, under the arms etc. then when he enters immediately shifts to fanning in a cool and collected manner. hailey gillis master of comedy

“we are speaking of most ordinary things” is especially like. this is a male manipulator if i’ve ever seen one

natasha lost was added back in!! fantastic obviously

anatole checking his hair in the mirror before waking pierre up. fucker

“look dolokhov’s coming around… and we’re off to the CLEURB”

brendan wall (ensemble) walking around during the club scene with a glowstick necklace on is peak comedy to me

i’ve said it but tyler’s dolokhov is an absolute slut at this scene. and for what AND FOR WHAT!!!!

also fun tidbit but all the glasses (other than shots) and any clear bottles have real liquid in them. i am very concerned something will spill one day

when dolokhov gets right up in the audience’s face during “known only to his intimates” i LOVE it idk

during the duel, marya and rita steal off to house left directly beside the barstools and chatter about how bad of an idea this is, they’re so drunk, etc

special shout out to divine’s “he will kill you STOOPID HUSBAND” so good

dolokhov’s adlibs during the duel… i need him. sorry

dolokhov gets shot in the side rather than his shoulder, and unceremoniously rolls off the platform as it’s moving. looks painful

hélène screams when dolokhov is shot but not pierre. so much to think about here

a life changing dust and ashes from evan. i can’t describe anything more just that he’s incredible. i’ve learned so much about acting just by watching him a few times

natasha’s face at “am i guilty…” breaks my heart she is so tormented

we are canadians we are going to pronounce our french correctly! no more charmantay

hélène has started adding some very fun runs into charming as the run has gone on. divine brown marry me

anatole is shirtless during charming. btw.

again i know he’s gay and i’m gay but.

the entirety of this rendition of the ball has been stuck in my head since december

his “don’t lower your eyes i love you” that whole section is delicious i want to eat his voice

plus “BEWITCHING AND I LOVE YOUUU” UGHHH such an ear worm but only when it’s their voices

the choreo going on here is very nice btw

i love the way he says natalie at this part idk. it’s not overly enunciated and the vowel is just right <— vocal nerd

the kiss feels like it lasts forever

music gets very very loud at the end and you can feel it in your skin

also fun fact the house music before and after the show is orchestral but during intermission it’s electronic. bc. anatole. gah details

when marcus was still in the cast you could really hear his voice during letters and it sounded sooooo.

dolokhov’s stupid little thumbs up to indicate he will be ok. pleaseee. i laughed i did

generally lawrence would grab at the place he was shot at a lot; while pushing the revolve etc. loved that detail. (tyler does too but less so)

sonya and natasha just sounds so great. like they just always sound fantastic i love that song

sonya alone. yes i am weeping. yes camille eanga-selenge is everything i want to be and more. she’s phenomenal

dolokhov sitting in a big fuckin chair at the beginning of preparations just absolutely clearly regretting every decision he’s made to facilitate this. is great.

i know i keep talking abt lawrence libor but the image of him at this part is just. really great. to me. sorry

very campy and exaggerated scowling and grimacing from anatole

dolokhov is so sick of anatole’s shit

“here feel how it beats” is NOT entertained he pushes him back immediately

lawrence dolokhov’s “dawdling” business was him tuning his guitar i miss musician dolokhov sooooo much gah

balaga truly does not sing any of his lines. he is basically yelling the entire time. i don’t know how he does it. it’s chaotic and hilarious and so fun

sonya and mary hand out the egg shakers on house right and left respectfully

near the end of balaga, four audience members are brought up to dance with the cast! (i got to dance with mary once!)

dolokhov writhing on the floor during anatole’s long held note thank u

during the goodbye section, anatole comes around to said audience members and interacts with them; dancing with them, booping them on the nose etc, and at “kiss me one last time”, invites a lucky audience member to kiss his cheek. (this once, was me. yup. still processing it.)

once he accidentally knocked someone’s egg shaker from their hand, dolokhov picked it up, laughed, gave it a shake, and handed it back, and yes i’m still thinking about it

when they sit down, balaga and dolokhov will sit on the house right stairs, though once there was an empty seat nearby so dolokhov wedged his way in between two people, guitar and all. so fucking good

anatole will squeeze himself between two audience members on house left, put an arm around each, and look around at everyone sitting in that area, out into the audience, etc. if one is going to make eye contact with him, it is now

once he threw his head back to look at the people behind him, and someone, at the speed of light, took their phone out and snapped a picture of his upside down head. i scream laughed

lawrence’s BETRAYED BETRAYEDDDD was sooooo good. so so so good

hailey gillis is an absolute powerhouse during in my house

usually when “natasha’s whole body shook” she falls to the ground silently but last time i went she YELLED and i gasped so loud

at “i have refused him” louise would go NO in shock and i FREAK OUT ABOUT IT.

and i loved her “what then? would that be alright???”

“NATASHA CRIED OUT! GO AWAY! GO AWAY YOU ALL HATE AND DESPISE ME” sounds SO FUCKING GOOD!!! I LOVE YOU HAILEY GILLIS

when the call to pierre music starts i always get goosebumps

the fight choreo when pierre grabs anatole by the collar is very good

if we’re comparing to broadway, it feels less like anatole’s life is in danger here but like i’m not upset about it

at this point anatole does not seem sad or upset to me more just. pissed off that it didn’t go his way. like annoyed

as anatole leaves during pierre and anatole the staging has him stepping around/over natasha as she is choking from the arsenic and it is such a. show of his shallowness

his petersburg note is fantastic obviously. live laugh love george krissa

marcus nance (andrey) has such a deep and beautiful legit singing voice. it’s sooo gorgeous. any word that raises against marcus nance will fall.

I MISS HIMMMM ok sorry.

i am more sympathetic to ben carlson’s andrey, however. marcus was Incredibly stoic ben has a bit more emotion to him i think

i could swear sometimes hailey is actually crying during pierre and natasha

her “pytor kirillovich” sounds so tiny and fragile ugh my heart breaks

and his “…pierre” is so assuring AUGHH

it’s such a beautiful scene obviously. i love the two of them so damn much i hope only good things happen to them forever

“it was clear and cold” also. chills EVERY TIME

“having traced its parabola” and “like an arrow piercing the earth” hit me so hard i cannot explain

genuinely evan buliung gives the most effective inspiring fantastic mind blowing performance i maybe have ever seen on stage. he is such an incredible actor and he inspires me beyond belief

the end when the lights get really really bright and then fade out. god. so simple and so fucking beautiful

now this post is very long. thank u for reading it all if you did! (will update after seeing it more times if there’s things to say!!)

if you’re anywhere near toronto i BEG of you to go see it!! it’s closing march 24th :(( so if you get the chance i deeply implore you. beg borrow or steal a ticket just get there! best comet production ever in my biased opinion :)

[livinginshambles]

Preview: How much are we worth? | James Potter

Pairing: James Potter x Fem!Reader

Summary: It was just a bet trope - you're not sure what hurt more, being a bet, or how little they bet on you.

Masterlist

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In hindsight, you should've known.

"Have you maybe considered giving up on her?" Remus' question caught James off guard when he returned to the marauders at the Gryffindor table after another failed attempt and rejection by Lily.

"Not until she's given me a chance at least," James responded, eyes trained on Lily's retreating figure. "Besides, this chasing game is sort of our thing now."

The marauders nodded sceptically.

"Not particularly the dynamic I'd want to have with the person I fancy," Peter whispered, loud enough for everyone to hear. James shot him a look as if Peter had just committed the greatest betrayal of the century.

Sirius snorted out loud. "Dynamic, my ass, yeah." He threw a piece of bread across the table in James' direction.

"He's stuck with Lily now because if he decides to chase some other poor girl and inevitably get rejected, it'll prove that James Potter just can't get some," he added, wearing a shit eating grin on his face.

James pulled a face at Sirius. "Oh please, I can get girls. It's just that contrary to you, I actually show commitment to only one," he huffed.

Sirius shrugged. "You say that, but you've never even had a girlfriend. Been pining over Evans since first year. Besides, commitment or being stuck," he weighed his hands in the air. "Same same."

James rolled his eyes and got up. When he turned around, he crashed into someone who had been standing behind him, tripping her, and he sent her crashing into the Ravenclaw table behind him.

The Ravenclaw sitting at that table ducked out of the way. She stuck her hands out to brace herself and loudly hissed when her hand ended up in someone's scalding soup.

"Godric, I am so sorry," James scrambled to offer her a napkin. She snatched it out of his hands and dried her hands. James saw that they were scorching red, and more apologies stumbled out of his mouth.

"Let me help you get to madam Pomfrey," he offered, concern lacing his tone. He reached his hand out to her, and she jerked away.

"Fuck off Potter, I'd rather take a bloody bath in boiling water than go anywhere with you." She spat, and left, hand pressed against her chest, covered by the napkin.

The commotion had everyone turn their heads at him, and despite usually being a fan of being at the centre of attention, he embarrassedly sat down again.

"Guess really no girl wants to go anywhere with you, Prongs," Sirius snickered. James offered him a sour look.

"This was just because I literally burned her hand, Pads. Any other time, she would totally go out with me." James boasted, but guilt and concern for the girl who he didn't know, lingered in his mind.

"Right, you wanna bet?"

"The usual?"

"The usual."

They sealed the deal with a nod. Peter and Remus shared a look, but they knew that was no use trying to tell them to stop it already. Remus thought back to the scowl on the girl's face and prayed that she would stay headstrong and reject James.

After all, Sirius and James were from wealthy families, so money has never actually played a role during these bets. It's just the principle of it that counts and is the reason why they only ever bet one galleon. It meant someone would get hurt.

Full fic

[splattergutz]

the time loop is so sinister in everymanhybrid because it only changes their circumstances. it doesn’t matter where they’re placed because their personalities never change. what makes it a loop is who they are as people. what if evan wasn’t so headstrong? what if jeff didn’t have such a big heart? what if vinny wasn’t so desperate for answers? would that even change anything? we’ll never known because the bare bones of the loop always stays the same. ultimately, they are all their own downfall. it isn’t fair & it isn’t right but it’s the truth. the loop continues to be a loop because they cannot alter who they are as people. it’s a ouroboros type situation. honestly, habit sums it up the best.

(transcript for half-acre of ash from the everymanhybrid wiki)

[practicecourts]

Word day 22 March Moody Microfics || Surprised|| @jilymicrofics

Read A Particularly Exquisite Vegetable (day 22 Surprised) on ao3 or below the cut.

A Particularly Exquisite Vegetable

The Greengrasses were popular and they enjoyed company as much as their guests enjoyed their feasts. So the whole of the Hogsmeade Assembly gladly accepted the dinner invitation to celebrate the engagement of Miss Lyra Bones to the Greengrass's heir.

Lily found herself seated next to Mr Snape. She was not happy about it. His condescending and frankly rude remarks after she’d literally saved his skin from a sure beating by Mr Potter and the younger Lord Black, still stung.  Really, having heard some of the abhorrent opinions of the man, she would not have bothered, but at the time she had not known him well. She had simply stepped up for a man, who looked to her, in physical appearances, to be the weaker party. 

This evening she was no longer surprised when he stated his concerns for the felicity of Mr Greengrass, since he considered Miss Lyra to be in possission of several serious defects of temper; she was headstrong and had a foolish interest in inappropriate subjects such as Philosophy and the running of her future husband’s estate.  Lily suppressed the urge to quote Socrates to him or mention how her father used to discuss every decision about his tenants with her.

When she pretended he wasn't actually here at all, she found Mr Snape to be less intolerable.  Mr Snape, however, did nothing to make it easier for her to ignore him.

“The potatoes are without a doubt the best I’ve ever tasted. Surely, you agree, Miss Evans?”

“Hmm... I suppose they are…well done,” she answered, wondering if the man was a secret potato fetishist. He seemed to be happy enough with her answer so she let her mind wander to more palatable subjects. Like Lord Potter, who she now noticed, sitting only a few places to her right.  

Meanwhile, Mr Snape kept his inane and one-sided conversation going.  “I’m proud to tell you I’ve been personally invited to the Deed’s club. Of course, I am not about to get blackballed, unlike those two scoundrels, Lord Potter and Black.”

Lily looked up at Lord Potter at that, she wondered if he could hear what was being said about him. The thought almost made her speak up against Mr Snape’s disparaging remarks. She didn't want Lord Potter to believe she was in agreement with Mr Snape, but he was not to be silenced, if anything he seemed to have found new energy to unleash his next words.

“I realise that you, my dear Miss Evans, are well aware of the success I am about to become. Which brings me to a delicate and private matter. Lord Riddle, has advised me to find a suitable wife, a woman such as yourself, to be the proper and dutiful mistress of my home.”

Lily choked on her potato. 

[xlxvesxckx]

[Feel Special. Ending]

Synopsis: Getting closer to Jotaro spells good news for you, but then again you still have the issue of Dio lurking behind.

Au: Royal Au

Warnings: Smut, Jealously, violence mostly.... nothing really to out there. though there is 18+ content in this chapter! If you want to skip it will have a lil warning when it starts and ends, other than that, Please enjoy!

Also please read the little note at the end for future fanfic endeavors.

Feel free to support me if you want to!

☆Here's the first part!: Feel Special

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

“Ahh! Miss Y/n~ Jotaro wishes to see you!”

You giggle at the singing voice of Evan entering your room. Evan comes over and slings her arms around you.

rocking you back and forth. “He says he’ll like to take you out!” Evan teases and you feel heat rise to

your cheeks. “Aww Look at you blushing~! I’ll go let him know you’re ready!” Evan exclaimed before leaving as quickly as she arrived. You shake your head at the bubbly girls antics

It’s been about 3 months since you left alongside the prince and his advisor. You were moved to the Joestar estate, a large manor where the family stayed.

You were the personal advisor to Queen Holly, a cheerful older woman who was Jotaro’s Mother. She was a pretty blonde with bright greenish blue eyes and a bubbly spirit, the total opposite of her darling son.

It was your job to help her out with daily tasks, and help her with passing down the royal crown to her son.

Speaking of her son..

Prince Kujo had become your close friend during this trying time. He supported you during your transition to the new job. He 

Make sure that you were comfortable when it came to anything you needed. From walking you to your room at night, to helping you fix the food for the day, the prince was not leaving you alone.

Evan said it was because you reminded him so much of Isabel, someone who did the exact same things you did.

You wanted so badly to ask the Prince about his late friend, but you didn’t want to open any wounds and ruin your chance in the new home you were living in.

You had heard about her from Mariah already, but you wanted to know the princes side, as you knew he was the one most deeply affected by the woman's tragic passing.

Sighing you ran a hand through your hair, you jumped as you heard a deep voice in your room.

“Are you ready?”

You turned around to face the prince, who was dressed in a simple black turtleneck and white slacks. He was without his signature hat for once and he held a soft smile on his lips.

You nodded and slowly got up out of your chair and walked over to him. Jotaro held out his hand and you took it, allowing him to guide you out the door.

You had to ask him about her today.

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Jotaro took you to the beach.

He remembered that you had said you’ve never been, so he kept his promise and made sure he brought you out to come and see the ocean. 

The two of you sat near a secluded area of the beach sitting beside each other.

You looked out to the ocean and leaned against the Prince. Jotaro places a hand on your thigh, making you look up at him.

“I know you want to know about Isabel.”

You froze and went to look away but Jotaro moved your face back to face him. The Prince pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you, holding you in place.

“You remind me so much of her…” He starts out softly. He places his head in the crook of your neck with a soft sigh. “Isabel was my best friend. I was raised alongside her basically, split apart by our class differences.” You place your hands on top of Jotaro’s, listening to him talk.

“Isabel had blonde hair, it was long and fell to her back, she had pretty green eyes and brown skin. She took nothing from anyone. She was not one for bullshit. She made sure that everyone knew that..” You could feel the prince begin to shake a bit, he held you tighter as he took a deep breath.

“Then…then.. She went to work for that bastard…that stupid bastard. She was so headstrong, even when I told her I didn't think it was a good idea, she still went ahead with it and started a job there. And at first, everything was fine. She visited me often and she was fine. She was still her spunky self…but…then one day, she came back crying..”

Jotaro could remember like it was yesterday, he had just come back from talking with his grandfather to come to Evan holding Isabel in her arms. Isabel was hard down crying, sobbing her eyes out.

“He…he lied to me…He lied to me Jojo!...”

Jotaro knew of Isabel’s feelings for the blonde bastard known as Dio. He also knew of his promiscuous ways, he warned his dear friend about it, but she had told him that he had changed.

But when she came to him crying, he knew that was false. His heart broke as he walked over and held his dear friend.

Jotaro hated how hurt she sounded. He hated it and he wanted her to stay far far away from Dio. 

But of course, he knew she wanted closure.

“Isa, I don’t think you should go over there…” 

“Oh I’ll be fine Jojo! I’ll be right back! I just need closure…I need to know why…why he did it Jojo!”

“But-”

“I’ll be fine! I’ll see you tonight!”

"But-"

"No buts! I love you Jojo! I'll be back!"

Jotaro watched as she walked away from him. And when she walked out that door, she walked out of his life and that was the last time that he ever saw her again.

He didn’t know what happened until Mariah came to visit Evan one day, and broke the news to the Prince.

His friend was dead.

She was found with a stab wound in the side of her neck, it was said that she had a look of shock and betrayal on her features. And it was then that Jotaro knew that Dio had taken her from him.

“I don’t want to lose you like How i lost her..” He muttered holding you close to his body. You could feel tears welling up in your eyes as Jotaro finally let you go.

You moved around so you could face him now. You placed both of your hands on the side of his cheeks and stared him in the eyes. Jotaro’s eyes were watery, like he was about to cry or was crying.

“I promise you’re not going to lose me, Your Highness. I won’t leave you alone..” You answer him, your eyes fall to his plush lips and your mind is racing.

Should you kiss him? Would that be wrong? He just told you a story about his dead friend would this be the right thing to do?

You took up all your courage and pulled the Prince in for a kiss. You watched as his eyes widened before they fluttered close slowly.

You wrapped your arms around his neck before he moved to lay back on the sand. Jotaro moved his lips against your, pulling you closer to him.

Every time Jotaro looked at you, You were a splitting image of Isa.

From the way you talked, to the way you dressed, Even down to the way you interacted with him and Evan. It was like she was in you, channeling herself through you.

Though, you were also nothing like her. You had someone rational thinking, you knew that Dio was wrong.  You knew what you wanted, and what Dio was offering was not

It pained the prince to think of what happened to Isabel to happen to you, vanishing just to pop up dead. Stab wound in the neck, left for all her friends to find her.

All because she went back for answers..

He knew that you were thinking of going back too , So he was going to do what ever he could do to keep you here. To keep you safe and prevent himself from losing someone else so special to him…

Someone he loved…

—--------(smut ahead!)-----------

“A-ah..Your Majesty w-what-ah~!”

Being underneath the Prince/future king of the Joestar family was not on your list. 

Jotaro had your legs up on his shoulders as his hips slammed against yours, the male leaned down to capture your lips in his to muffle your moans into pittiful little whimpers.

“Yes? Tell me what you want princess? Tell your king what you want..” Jotaro’s low voice sent shivers down your spine, you were so glad that your room was on the opposite side of the manor. You would have been so embarrassed if someone could hear your whines.

“Ngh..please harder…” You begged and Jotaro could only smirk as he moved to press your legs against your chest.

You let out a choked gasp as he pulled all the way out just to slam back in, setting the tone for the brutal pace that followed. Your pathetic little gasps and moans filled the air along with Jotaro’s soft grunts.

“This little pussy belongs to me doesn’t it princess?..” He asks and you nod furiously. The Prince may not be a usually talkative person, but the filthy words that were leaving his mouth at this time had your head spinning.

“Such a tight pussy…made just for me..”

“No one can ever fuck you as good as i can princess…”

“Be a good girl and tell them who’s fucking you right now…”

Your head was spinning from all the dirty words.

Jotaro soon pulls out of you, leaving you a whining mess but the Prince shushes you. “Ah ah..don’t whine. I’ll help you finish princess…” You blush as Jotaro lifts you so easily to position you on his lap, directly in front of a mirror.

You watch as Jotaro takes his cock in his hand and realigns himself at your entrance before sinking you back down on his cock. The male placed kisses along your neck as he slowly helped you move up and down. 

“I don't know why Dio wasted all his love on someone else..” He muttered softly, his hands trailing over your body.

They finally settled on your breasts, cupping them within his large hands. Your soft whimpers were music to his ears. 

Jotaro hated to admit it, but he loved seeing you this vulnerable. He hated seeing you so scared with your guard up when you first got here, thinking you were going to be scolded for doing things wrong.

He found himself slowly falling for you and wanting to do anything to protect you from what was going to happen. 

He refused to let you get hurt by that bastard. And in order to do that..

He had to make sure you were his…

"I'm going to make sure you always know you're special..."

—--------(smut end!)---------------------

Jotaro smiled as he had you in his arms.

It was a mandatory event for all royals to attend, it was discussing matters of the kingdom and how the economy was doing it. And he made sure people knew you were with him, to his hand lingering on your hip, to pulling you away from prying eyes and holding you from behind, the Prince was being cocky. 

I mean who wouldn’t? You were beautiful and smart, anyone would want you.

Jotaro left your side for a bit to talk to some of the other higher up royals. And as quick as he left, you felt a hand tap your shoulder.

You turned around to see Olivia staring back at you, she looked apologetic and you gave her a polite smile. 

“Oh Olivia, how are you?”

 “Y/n” 

Olivia looked to be a shell of the former girl that made your life a living hell. she looked broken, empty as if the only thing in her life was taken away from you.

"Oliv-"

"I should've listened to you. Lord Dio is awful Y/n.." She quickly cried out softly, pulling you into a hug. "Ever since you left, he kept trying to turn other girls into you, and when it didn't work.."

She paused for a second squeezing you. "They were killed."

You gasped at her words but watched as Olivia pulled back from her hug with a saddened expression.

She then looked around before leaning in to whisper in your ear. 

“Lord Dio is watching you..” She muttered and you felt the hairs on your neck stand up straight. You looked behind her to meet red eyes, staring back at yours with an almost shocked look that soon turned into a smirk.

When you looked back to Olivia, she mouthed the words 'I'm sorry' to you before grabbing your hand roughly and tightly.

Olivia they began to pull you towards the male, and you could feel fear rise up in your body, but on top of fear…it was confusion? Why in the hell was the once cocky Olivia bringing you to the man she fought tooth and nail for.

You were now in front of Dio and he only smirked down at you, “My little pet…you’ve become so beautiful..” He says, one of his hands coming up to caress your cheek. You backed away and he only chuckled at your reluctance. 

“What happened to the spunky little thing that I once had?” He asked and you turned your cheek at him, highly annoyed with how he was talking to you.

“I am not yours Brando. Apparently I never have and I never will be.” You snapped and he placed a hand under your chin.

“Oh really? Then who do you ‘belong’ to?”

“Not you, you damn spoiled banana peel.” You sighed in relief as Evan walked over. She was already disgusted by the male, so seeing him come up to you didn’t help anything out at all. She pushed the male back only to have her hand gripped by him.

“I would back off if I were you. Evan.”

“Oh we on a first name basis? I’m honored~. Now get your filthy mitts off me.” Evan snatched her hand away before going to lead you away.

Dio scoffed as he looked at the two of you before walking up to you. He suddenly gripped Evan by the back of her hair, earning a yell of pain as he gripped hard. He then looked at you, an unmistakable look of jealously across his features.

“So you’re just going to leave me like that? After All I did for you Y/n! You’re just going to leave me for some stupid ass Joestar?!” Dio shoved Evan to the ground and pulled you to his chest. You let out a yelp of pain as he gripped your arm tightly.

“Answer me dammit! What does he have that I don't? I can give you anything you want! ANYTHING!” You hated the fact that it was an unspoken law that if a royal was yelling at someone of a lower class, they would turn their heads.

“D-dio you’re hurting me-”

Dio laughed at your pathetic pleas before gripping harder, so hard in fact that you thought it was going to leave a bruise when he finally lets go.

“Dammit Isabel! Tell me, WHY IS HE BETTER THAN ME!?”

You stared at Dio scared.

When Dio looked down at you...

All he saw was...Her....his beloved.

You could barely process what he called you, you managed to get away from him and that only seemed to infuriate him even more.

"Oh you think I'm going to let you get away so easily Y/n?...leaving me and slutting around with that fucking prince. HOW DARE YOU!?"

You blinked and saw him draw a blade, You let out a loud scream and you turned to run from him. 

Dio was in a blind jealous rage, It was clear why Isabel left. 

He wasn’t treating her right at all, so when she found comfort in her friend, Prince Kujo, she took it. She fell for someone better, and it seemed like history was repeating itself with you.

And Dio wasn’t going to let this happen again.

Dio grabbed your hand and swung his knife, plunging the knife into your shoulder, You could feel yourself crumple to the ground. You cried out in pain and hit the ground, other guests now starting to scream and run away from the male.

“Y/n!” You could hear Jotaro shout from the crowd but you couldn’t really focus due to the pain from your shoulder, and Dio gripping your hair and forcing you up.

“I refuse to lose another one! I refuse to allow another one of my pets, LEAVE, for that stupid fucking joestar prick.” Dio leaned down and placed the blade against your neck.

“My little y/n…”

You felt tears welling in your eyes as he pressed it closer to your neck.

“Say hello to Isabel for me…”

You braced yourself for your neck to be slit only to have nothing come. You cracked open your eyes and saw Jotaro on top of Dio, fighting him.

You could hear Dio yell in pain, and Jotaro grunt in anger, the noises of punches flying was really starting to get drowned out by the relentless thumping of your head.

You couldn’t really understand anything because of how weak you felt, and you laid flat against the floor. Evan quickly came over to help you, pressing on the wound to stop the bleeding. 

You gave her a weak smile. Evan looked down at you worried, that emotion only sparking with your next sentence.

"I'm starting to get sleepy.." "No no! No sleeping Y/n!"

Evan struggling to keep you awake as she constantly shook you, the blood staining your dress and dripping to the floor..

“Come on Y/n! Stay awake!” You could barely register the blonde as your vision started to get blurry, you could hear another set of footsteps coming over and you were quickly scooped up from the ground and in strong arms.

Your head leaned back and you could make out the figure to be Jotaro, He was cursing to himself as he quickly carried you out. 

The prince was jittering, he didn’t want anything to happen to you at all. He was scared, an emotion that he rarely felt. He should’ve never left your side, he should’ve known that Dio was going to pull a stunt like this.

He’s done this before.

But this time, Jotaro refused to let you die on him.

He couldn’t lose the one he loved to the same male again.

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You could barely remembered what transpired, Your eyes fluttered open and you saw the Queen hovering over you carefully. She gasped and quickly whisper yelled for Evan and her son.

Holly grabbed your hand and sighed in relief. “I’m so glad you’re okay darling…” She says and you gave her a weak smile.

She placed a hand on your forehead, before going to remove the covers to allow you to sit up.

Glancing over at the mirror, you saw the ugly stitches that were covering your shoulder.

“Lord Dio vanished after the attack on you…similar to what he did to Isabel. But unlike with Isa, I doubt he’s coming back” Holly explained and you nodded, a hand tracing the stitches, wincing as you applied slight pressure on the wound.

Evan and Jotaro soon came in and Evan ran up to you and hugged you, being mindful of your scar. “Oh thank god..thank god you’re okay” She started. “I don’t think I can deal with whiny Prince Kujo any longer.” She joked, earning a smack on the back of the head from the male.

She moved out of the way so that Jotaro could hold you, and Holly smiled at the two of you, “Me and Evan will give you two some privacy..” She makes a motion for Evan to follow her as she leaves the bedroom.

The silence between you and Jotaro is deafening at first, before he moves to place a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I almost lost you..” He mumbles and you bring a hand up to his cheek.

“But you didn’t…” You reply and he gives you a soft, yet pained smile.

Jotaro moves to hold you in his arms, he pressed you so close to his chest, almost afraid that if he lets go you’re going to vanish from his life.

“When I saw you on that ground…I saw images of Isabel flash before my eyes…I couldn’t let history repeat itself…” He says as he runs his hands along your back.

“I freaked out so bad, So I just picked you up and ran, Evan was struggling to keep up. I was just focused on saving you.” 

You listened to Jotaro, feeling his chest begin to shake, when you looked up, you could see the tears dripping down the prince's face. 

“God I thought I was going to lose the love of my life again…I couldn’t take it. Evan, Pucci and several others had to pull me off the bastard. I wanted him dead. Rumor has it he’s run off somewhere…with his damaged ego.”

You snuggled into Jotaro as he spoke. It was rare when the Prince spoke this much, so as bad as the situation was, you found yourself comforted by his voice.

“Jojo..”

Jotaro looked down at you, “Yes?” You reached a hand up to place a kiss on his lips, your hips slowly moving against his, as if this was going to be the last time.

Jotaro returned the soft kiss, interlacing his extra hand with yours.

In your head you were safe for now, you knew for center if Dio decided to show his damn face around, then he would be done.

And for once…

You feel loved…You feel so special…

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Thank you for reading! I apologize if the ending wasn’t what you really expecting, it’s because I plan to do a spin off series with this Universes Dio!

Now that this main series is over, the next series I will be working on is Turbulence, and I have another oneshot song fic I will be releasing soon! I hope you all enjoy! <3