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Wedding Season- Chapter 2
James swung the front door open and called out. "Hello!"
Euphemia, his mum, came running from the kitchen. "Jamie, darling. It's so good to see you, it's been too long."
"Mum, it's literally only been a week. I also spoke to you on the phone on Wednesday." He laughed.
"Oh well that's far too long." Euphemia grabbed at his face and brought his forehead down to rest against hers momentarily before pulling back and kissing his cheek. James pretended to ignore the way that she had to go on her tip-toes to reach him, deciding to save the 'you'll always be my baby' lecture until it actually mattered. "Where are Sirius and Remus, I thought that they were coming with you?" She asked, turning towards the kitchen whilst wiping her hands on an apron James recognised from his childhood.
"They couldn't make it. They have some wedding stuff they desperately wanted to get done tonight. Booking vendors or cake tasting or flowers or something like that. Honestly, I can't remember." James had begun to tune Sirius out whenever he spoke about the wedding. It was a never ending rant about carnations and vanilla sponge, burlap or silk, fairy lights or lamps, martinis or an old fashioned and quite frankly, James could not listen to one more second. Besides, Sirius had a way of making every decision seem like a life or death situation. As a result, James would often than not end up getting yelled at when he chose the 'wrong' shade of white for the chairs. He loved Sirius more than anything, but in order to stay friends with him, James had made the executive decision to step back from all wedding decisions. Besides, Remus and the wedding planner told him everything he needed to know as part of being the best man. So he really wasn't missing much. It's not that he didn't expect Sirius to go full on bridezilla, because he did. It's just that he didn't quite realise how many little decisions went into planning a wedding. Since 'helping' Sirius and Remus, James has decided that when he gets married, it'll be a small affair. Probably in his parent's garden, with food that he and his mum cooked, flowers picked from his own garden and outfits that they'd both wear for anniversary dates time and time again. He wanted to be able to remember the love, not the little stressors that -at the time- would seem to derail the entire day.
"Oh, I remember those days. So exciting, but unbelievably stressful, be sure to send them my love. And I'll send you home with some bits and bobs to give them." By 'bits and bobs' James knew he'd be leaving with at least a months worth of food. He'd be playing tetris with his freezer tonight, he would never dare complain though, his mum's food was the best he'd ever tasted. Besides, he would never pass up the opportunity to not have to cook after a long day at work. Sirius and Remus would be endlessly grateful as well.
"I will do. Sirius is desperate to see you, so I'm sure he'll be here next week." James let his mum know.
"Oh well you know he doesn't have to wait till a Sunday to come see me. Even if he just wanted to pop in for lunch, I'd love to have him."
"I know, and he does as well. I think it's just slipped his mind because of how busy he is. I'll remind him though." Sirius had a habit of this, withdrawing whenever life got busy. He'd prioritise his work and keeping the house clean, often forgetting that he could also make time to decompress and see the people he loved. Luckily it only took James or Remus forcing him to leave his office for him to get back into a normal routine in which he wasn't being stretched unbelievably thin or being wound incredibly tight. James could never quite tell if it was some form of trauma response, or whether it was just the way that Sirius was wired. Either way, he's gotten better compared to when they were at school. During A-levels, James doesn't think Sirius left their dorm for anything other than food for at least 2 weeks. Despite the fact that at least 50% of the time, if someone checked on him, he wasn't actually doing any revision. James didn't really understand it. He pulled out his phone and added 'call Moony/ drag Pads out the house' onto his ever growing to do list.
"What can I help with?" James asked, rolling his sleeves up while walking over to the sink to start washing his hands.
"Oh, there's nothing really." His mum responded whilst opening the 5th can of what looked like crushed tomatoes. James looked around and spotted 3 pack of unopened whole chickens, a pile of uncut vegetables and several pots on the hob that were dangerously close to boiling over.
"Mum, stop lying. How about I break down the chicken?" He knew his mum didn't really like cutting the chicken. As she grew older, it just got harder and harder for her to break the bones and separate the breast from the thighs. He grabbed a knife and a chopping board from their respective drawers before she could even answer.
"Oh well, if you don't mind." His mum shrugged before turning round to face him and quickly rattling off a series of instructions. "Make sure you get as much meat of the bones as possible, I won't stand to see it wasted. But keep the bones in the thighs, you know it's your father's favourite bit. Oh, and don't throw away the wish bone. We can break it after dinner. Then I need the breast diced and adding to the pot at the back. The dark meat is going in a new pot. Everything else can get turned into stock. Oh, and be careful! Don't cut yourself!"
James huffed out a laugh, "I'm 26, I think I'll be fine."
"Oh, you never know. They're pesky little things, let me know if you need any help." James turned around to face the chopping board before rolling his eyes. Yes, he was 26, a full grown adult who was no longer living with his parents, but he would not be caught rolling his eyes at his mother. It was a death sentence.
"Will do. Anyways, how've you been?" James asked, unwrapping the first chicken.
"Oh, you know, same old, same old." His mum always said this right before delving into some local drama that was in fact not 'same old, same old'. "Your dad has been driving me mad asking what shade of red roses I want in the garden. And I just quite frankly, do not care. They will look lovely no matter what. Oh, but did I tell you about what happened with the Wilson's?" Here we go.
"No, I don't think you did. Are they the ones with the ginger cat?" James swears that cat should've died years ago. He remembers it from when he was a child. Remembers the way it would try and bite at his ankles any time he walked past.
"Yes, wretched thing. Anyways, apparently Richard tried to murder Margaret last week."
"What?!" James exclaimed, turning around to face his mum. She didn't move.
"Yeah, Judith got a call from him on, when was it, Tuesday I think. Or maybe Wednesday. And she came round and told me straight away. Apparently, Richard had gotten himself in a panic over the online banking as Margaret doesn't know any of the passwords and he tried to smother her with a pillow. The police came round and had to take both mine and your father's statements, even though your dad knew nothing of what was going on. They took him straight to a special care home and are talking about court dates. Bless them though, you never would have guessed it would you."
"No, I suppose not. He always seemed pretty decent. Always gave me the football back after I kicked it in their garden."
"Exactly, and that's what I said to the police. Never would think of him to even hurt a fly. I mean the amount of eggs I have borrowed from him, you'd think he'd want me dead. But no, he always said yes as long as I brought him round a slice of cake I baked, and you know I always did." James let his mother's voice carry him into a slower motion, letting his shoulders drop and jaw relax more than it had in the past week. Something about the smell of his parent's fabric softener and the spices slowly cooking drifted him into a dream like state. One where his own bones grew warm and his skin infinitely softer. He wished he could bottle this feeling and get drunk on it every night.
"James!" His mother yelled, smashing his peace into a thousand splintering pieces.
"What? What's happened?" He span around, eyes trailing over everything trying desperately to spot the danger.
"Nothing." He let out a sigh. "I was asking how you're week had been?"
"Oh, yeah it's been fine. Busy though. I've been working with this little girl, about 7, helping her walk again. She's making really good progress, but she's absolutely terrified. She had this pin through her foot diagonally, and her mum says she accidentally put her foot down quite a bit when she still had it in. Didn't hurt her much, but must've been a weird, uncomfortable sensation. I mean I got the heebie-jeebies just thinking about it. But yeah, it's been really nice seeing her get excited about walking again. Beats having to convince all the 17 year old lads that they won't actually be 'just fine' if they play for their club on Saturday." It's not like he had favourites, but it was easy to say that those who would greet him with a hug and tell him all about their teddies made his day just that bit brighter. James truly loved his job, he had to. If he didn't love it, he wouldn't be able to do it. He never intended to be a paediatric physiotherapist, he always wanted to go into rugby professionally. Ironically, it was Lily who was able to talk him into reconsidering his options, albeit not in the most conventional ways. She had said that he was 'too clever to let his brain get all mangled up, and that he was too much of a good person to let himself pick such a selfish career path filled with egotistical twats'. After a while, he did realise that he wanted to have a secure career and feel like he was making a difference in the world. He couldn't give up sport entirely though. So, during the week, he works for the NHS and in the evenings and at select weekends, he's the physio for the local rugby club. Seeing some of the injuries those players got helped him gain confidence in his decision very quickly.
"That's lovely, darling. Horrible thing for such a young child to go through, but I'm happy she's got the best helping her." His mum winked at him as she said that.
"I mean, it's not as bad as it sounds. She had corrective surgery, but it's meant that she hasn't been able to walk in around 9 months. So I reckon it'll take a while, but she's sweet and her parents are lovely, so I'm happy to spend as long as it takes helping."
"I'm sure that you are, love. You have always been so keen to help others. It is one of your better qualities." His mum grinned at him, suppressing a laugh.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" He asked, adding the chicken to each respective pot.
"We both remember how many phone calls I used to get from Minnie?" His mum says Minnie as, to James and Sirius's horror, she'd ended up becoming quite good friends with McGonagall. In fact, they try to meet up every month for tea and a catch up since they've all finished school.
"That's so not fair. I'm an adult now. I've grown up." James drew out the last syllable, quickly defeating his own argument by sounding like a whiny toddler.
"Yes, yes, of course you have, babu." His mum smiled at him again as she continued to tend to the food cooking. "Did you get the invite for Priya's wedding?" Priya was James's cousin on his mum's side. He actually quite liked her when they were growing up. She was only a year older than him so they formed a little alliance along with his other cousins of a similar age.
"Yeah, yeah I did. I think I got it a couple months ago." James had added it to the shrine of wedding invites adorning his fridge. "Yeah, it's at the end of August right?"
"The 31st, yes. Remember, a lot of family that we haven't seen in ages is flying over, so you better be on your best behaviour." His mum fixed him with a firm stare.
"Again, I am 26." He knew this would have little to no effect on his mum's conviction that somehow he'd become the family laughing stock in one singular evening.
"Okay. Still, make sure that you are letting everyone see how happy and successful you are. You know that I only want you to be happy, but my sisters aren't as forward thinking as me so be sure to mention that you are top of your field."
"Well that's a lie." James replied outright, furrowing his brows in confusion whilst laughing to himself. He'd only been in the field for 3 years, so he wasn't sure what his mum was on about.
"You've got the best reviews in your hospital." His mum replied matter-of-factly, as if they were at all comparable.
"Okay, yes, sure. I'll be sure to tell them about my career so that you can have bragging rights." He chuckled as he said this.
"James! Take this seriously!" His mum started waving the spoon she had in her hand in his direction. James was forced to take a step back to save his freshly ironed shirt from being stained.
"Yes, James, take it seriously!" His father added, walking into the kitchen while shaking his finger in a comedic manner. "You know how important it is for your mother to brag to others about our family. You can't let her down by underselling your achievements." His dad had a cheeky smile dancing across his lips showing that he didn't take it seriously either, but Fleamont Potter would never be caught, even in death, not having his wife's back.
"Oh, if you can, be sure to mention that Remus has just opened his own business and that Sirius wrote and directed the christmas nativity!"
"Will do." James and his dad reply in unison.
"Oh, and James? Are you bringing a date?" silver eyes flashed through James's mind, "I only ask because everyone has been asking me if you've met anyone!"
"I wasn't planning on it." James shrugged, trying his best to act nonchalant.
"You might want to rethink that kid. You know how your mother's family can be once they sense a bit of drama." James shuddered a little at the thought of answering a hundred questions about his love life after he'd drank a couple glasses of wine.
"Oh, come off it. My family is not like that. They all just care about James's happiness, that's all. Don't make it out to be something cruel." His mum sniped back. His dad only looked at James again, a long pointed look.
"I'll think about it." James said. Surely it wouldn't be too hard to find a date, if only for a couple weddings.
"Oh! Does that mean you already have someone in mind?" His mum swung her head round so she could look at James. Walking forward to grip his forearms.
"Mum!" He exclaimed, "I just said that I would think about it!" The feeling of fluffy black hair beneath his fingertips shot down his spine.
"Oh! You're blushing! There is someone!" His mum was practically jumping up and down with excitement.
"MumâŚ" James groaned, hanging his head.
"Euphie, leave him alone. If the boy says there's no one, there's no one. We have to believe what he tells us, otherwise we'll go insane." His dad placed a hand on his mum's shoulder and steered her away from James.
"Thanks. I guess?" James smiled at his dad. His dad simply grinned and winked right back. Great, so his dad did not believe what he was saying either, and his mum was clearly already planning his wedding.
Brilliant.
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dear miss padfootastic: harry learning he's gonna be a dad and promptly losing his mind and going to the only person he can think of for dad advice: sirius.
gosh miss imp i have so many thoughts about this!!!!!! (i wrote almost all of this and realised that i did it post birth lol bc thatâs the moment that made the most sense to me but we can easily doctor it to be pre birth as well!!)
- the first time harry holds james sirius in his hands, he has to dip out in three minutes flat to puke all over the nearest washroom. itâs sirius holding him, brushing his hair back, and soothing him on the dirty hospital floor. tells him that he did something super similar when he held harry for the first time too. it doesnât hit harry then.
- when theyâre all back at home, the first few days, itâs all a sort of frantic autopilot where he has no time to think. itâs only when things calm down a bit that he realised how his hands shake and his pulse races when he thinks about being a father. itâs notâŚdebilitating bc itâs his duty, one he asked for, and harryâs never been one to back down from a duty. but itâs stillâhe doesnât want to be a passable dad, he wants to be a good one.
- so he goes to the best one he knows: sirius.
- the thing here is, harry thinks heâs gonna be a terrible dad. he was abused and neglected in his most developmental stages of life, never really knew what unconditional love felt like let alone parental, and does not trust himself around a vulnerable defenceless child. knowledge of his anger and itâs consequences does not help.
- but also to consider: sirius had almost an exact similar experience. he was equally terrified to be a godfather for harry bc he never trusted himself w delicate things. so he knows, intimately, whatâs itâs like to fear yourself.
- it doesnât get better with one conversation. sirius knew this going in. what he does, instead, is help harry become confident by being there, always, without fail. makes him see that heâs got this down pat, and his child loves and trusts and adores him and thereâs no greater privilege than that. heâs there every single time as a safety net, to tell harry that nothing will go wrong, yes, but also to prove he doesnât need anyone else.
- itâs also a whole lot of âomg this is so difficult, you did this for me?????â and just. realisations about âomg u changed my diaper??? i peED ON YOU??????â that basically make it impossible for him to look sirius in the eye for a few days.
- another point to consider: harry sees sirius with jemmy from an outsider pov yeah? and he can finally see what others have all this time: how sirius looks at someone he loves wholeheartedly, how much he adores his children. and itâs humbling and awe-inspiring and a bit terrifying. imagining the full force of that love directed towards him, making him wonder what he did to deserve it
- thereâs a loooooot of midnight/asscrack of morning firecalls/mirror calls etc for emergency assistance bc âare babies supposed to sleep like tho at! heâs been farting all night sirius iTS SO BAD! omg his poop is green padfoot is my baby toxic?????â ykno. normal new dad stuff.
(and this is random but thereâs also one,,,,forbidden conversation with sirius about it heâd ever hated him bc harry had some very unsavoury thoughts in the beginning when he had teddy that he hates himself for to this day and if he has to hear his godfather say he didnât want him to get rid of them then heâll do it. itâs a tough but necessary one)
#sirius black#harry potter#good godfather sirius black#this has been *languishing* in my inbox bc i wanted to write a drabble#bc thatâs really what he is#since i had a similar prompt in my notes#but alas#twasnt to be#or really justâgood FATHER sirius black#man this ask made me realise how long itâs been since iâve written anything s&h :(((#my first loves#should get back probably#i just feel like. sirius would be like harryâs personal google service#bc on some level h still thinks that sirius knows everything#(not entirely wrong. in addition to being very very smart sirius is also just. unwilling to admit he doesnât know sumn#esp to his kid.#so he spends hours finding answers to stuff he doesnât know)#basically: heâs the best parental advice figure to have around#harry goes to him in a dad-panic all 3 times he has a child#sirius is equally patient and indulgent each time#penâs asks
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chill - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 368 - CW: slight mention of Walbuga Black's A+ parenting
Regulus Black has always run cold. Since childhood, he'd suffered from chills and needed extra blankets, even in the middle of summer. His friends even complained about his cold hands; of course he made jokes about them matching his cold heart.
But now, it had gotten worse. A side-effect of one too many Cruciatus Curses, Regulus was always freezing. And it wasn't his fault that James Potter was a fucking furnace.
He noticed it quite early on, almost immediately after coming to stay with the Potters. That heat seemed to emanate off of Potter in waves. And at first, he tried to ignore it. Mostly because Potter was obnoxious and irritating. But also because it was weird. Who thought about their brother's best friend's body heat?
But he also found himself drawn to it. Drawn to him. As if Potter's heat could somehow chase away the coldness that had resided deep in Regulus's soul.
He avoided doing anything about it, though. At least for a little while.
Until one day, he found himself sitting next to Potter on the couch. Sirius was away getting more popcorn before they watched another Muggle film, and he and Potter were completely alone.
And then the other boy shifted, accidentally touching their legs together.
"Merlin!" he yelped, staring at Regulus with wide eyes. "Reg, you're freezing!"
He wanted to roll his eyes and tell him it was no big deal. That he was always like this. But before he could say a word, he found himself positively trapped in a cocoon of blankets, Potter's arm around his waist, pulling him close.
"Better?" the older boy asked, concern on his face.
And fuck. Plastered to Potter's side, heart beating wildly in his chest, he'd never felt so warm. He felt like he was finally thawing. "Yes," he murmured, looking down.
But as he relaxed into Potter's arm, a deep sense of relaxation overtook him, the sensation of warmth and comfort something he hadn't felt in ages. Maybe ever.
He allowed his head to rest on Potter's shoulder, and he swore he felt the other boy's arm tighten around his waist. Perhaps Potter was drawn to him, too.
He was asleep before Sirius returned.
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hi! i absolutely love your works, particularly your poly!marauders(w/lily). i think you write them so beautifully and harmoniously that you can't help but fall in love with them.
i wanna compliment you on your recent two-parter about remus and the whole revealing the werewolf thing. the angst to fluff had me on the edge of my seat. thank you for writing such a piece! đ¤
i hope its not too much to ask but in part 1, there's a brief mention of sirius receiving letters from i can assume is his family that lily confiscates and the group tends to love on him a bit more. let's say reader isn't in the loop about sirius' family life and she feels a bit sad that she can't comfort sirius like the rest can, and in general feels lost because it's another thing she isn't 'let in on'. i was wondering if you could write a little something on that? maybe some misunderstandings with a fluffy ending?
i hope this is something you're ok w writing 𼚠if not, its ok! still wish u the best always!
this is so sweet - thank you! & thanks for your request - hope you like it!!
pt 1 // pt 2 // pt 3 // pt 4 // pt 5
poly!marauders + lily x fem!reader who find's her own way to comfort Sirius - 2.1k
CW: brief mention of Sirius' childhood, allusions to anxiety, our shy Hufflepuff reader, hurt comfort, Sirius-centric
There was this saying that you never really understood before.
Love makes you do crazy things.Â
And while the definition of crazy may be up for debate, youâre quite sure it could be understood as acting completely out of character.
So here you were, acting completely out of character; voluntarily marching towards a secluded end of the library where three Slytherinâs were sitting that you had - up until this point - managed to avoid completely.Â
But you couldnât, wouldnât, avoid them any longer; not now, not for Sirius.Â
The dust settled relatively well after the news of Remusâ lycanthropy had been shared with you; the five of you seemed to find a sort of freedom in not having to hide from one another anymore. Remus could be himself, the otherâs could love him appropriately, and you could too.Â
But another one of those black envelopes with a green wax seal showed up at breakfast yesterday, and the group delved into their usual hide-the-envelope-and-coddle-Sirius practice.Â
Lily took the envelope and disposed of it, James and Sirius had a floo call with the Potterâs, and Remusâ mum and dad sent baked goods from Wales via owl.Â
You had since gathered that these letters were coming from his parents, or at the very least from someone in the Black family; you had also gathered that the contents of the letterâs were hurtful or upsetting to Sirius. And even though he never got to read them, a heavy cloud seemed to form and follow the young ex-heir around.Â
And your heart felt heavy; not because they were keeping anything from you, per se, but rather because they seemed to have a routine that didnât include you.
And while you didnât want to encroach in spaces that you werenât necessarily invited in, you couldnât help but feel like you should be doing more.Â
Lily, James, and Remus all had something they could offer Sirius; they all had some way that they could support him.Â
You didnât.
And it wasnât for a lack of trying on your part, but rather that no one seemed particularly inclined to burden you with any negativity.Â
âDonât worry about me, babydoll; this is standard Black stuff. Iâll be just fine.â Sirius had said when you asked if he was okay; his usual salacious smile significantly dimmed as it seemingly took the majority of his effort in his response.Â
The others hadnât been much help either; Remus and James effectively telling you that you were too sweet to have to worry about such horrid people, and Lily trying to assure you that they had it under control and not to worry - Sirius would be okay.Â
And that was all well and good, but it wasnât enough for you - it was about sodding time you started pulling your weight in this relationship.
So - with nothing more than the teeniest bit of courage you were sure you pilfered from your four Gryffindors and perhaps a healthy dose of delusion - you forced your feet to take you in the direction of the only person in the entire castle you thought might possibly be able to help you.Â
âMy, my, my; to what do we owe the absolute pleasure, little Puffle?â Barty Crouch Junior mocked as you paused at their table; Evan Rosier and Regulus Black picking their heads up to look at you incredulously and bemusedly respectful.Â
âDid ya get lost there, L/N? Need me to find you one of your Gryffindorâs?â Evan taunted, earning him what looked like a kick in the shin from Regulus, though you couldnât be certain on account of the table impeding your view.
âErmâŚI-I was sort of wondering if I could speak with you, Regulus?â You managed to murmur awkwardly.
The three Slytherinâs seemed to have a silent conversation as they shared glances before Barty shrugged and Evan rolled his eyes; both standing and leaving the two of you some privacy.Â
Regulus watched as you cast a hasty muffliato around the table - another trick youâd picked up from the Gryffindorâs - and as you helped yourself to a seat with your boyfriendâs younger brother.Â
âIs Sirius okay?â Regulus asked quickly, his voice no more than an urgent whisper as he looked at you imploringly.
His intensity caught you off guard; you were so certain getting anything out of the notoriously stand-offish Slytherin would be next to impossible, but he had beat you to the conversation and seemed to be just as worried about his brother as you were.Â
You remembered then why you liked Slytherinâs so much; you often found a kindred spirit in them, for one thing that a Slytherin valued most was a sense of loyalty.
Well, didnât you have enough loyalty to use to your advantage.Â
You wondered rather belatedly if you had overstepped. It was admittedly too late to ask yourself this now; standing outside of the boysâ dorm with a package in your hand.
Whatâs done is done. You had a one-track mind, and that was to help Sirius.
With this, you raised your hand and gently knocked on the door.
It had been James to open the door; his jaw tense until he saw you, which seemed to cause his face to melt into an awkward expression you couldnât quite decipher.
âHi angel.â He greeted apologetically. âYou okay?â
You were confused by his greeting, and his question, and the fact that he hadnât moved out of the way of the door to invite you in as he usually did.
âIâm fine.â You responded quickly, trying to look behind him. âWhatâs wrong?â
James made a sound of discomfort in the back of his throat as he looked over his shoulder, still not moving to allow you entry.Â
âListen, sweetheart; Iâm not sure now is a great timeâŚâ
âItâs Sirius, is it?â You asked quickly. His responding grimace proving your suspicions. âI need to see him.â
âSweets, maybe you could come back la-â
But later wasnât good enough, you see. You had a one-track mind, and that was to help Sirius.
So, in the name of love making you do crazy things and still acting completely out of character for you, you shoved your way past Jamesâ hip, bending under his arm to allow yourself your own entrance to the boysâ dormitory.Â
Lily sat at the end of Siriusâ bed where she had one hand resting on his ankle; her thumb stroking back-and-forth over his achilles tendon.
Remus sat against the headboard with Sirius in his arms; his lips pressed against his hair as he murmured sweet nothings to him.
And as you stepped closer, you could see an indent where James had been sitting, opposite of Lily likely serving the same support as your red-headed girlfriend.
âSiri?â You asked quietly, causing him to stiffen significantly before sitting up and feigning nonchalance.
âHi doll.â He croaked then, wiping angrily at the tear tracks on his face and pasting on a smile. âDidnât mean for you to see me like this. Whatâs up?â
You hated the faux blase act he was putting on for your sake, but you reminded yourself why you were here.
To help.
âI have something for you.â You offered quietly, procuring the parchment wrapped package and holding it out for him.Â
âAwe.â He chuckled wetly with a sniffle. âYou didnât need to get me anything.â
âWell, I suppose I canât take all the credit for it.â You replied, watching him pause in the process of opening to look at you in confusion.
âOpen it.â You encouraged.
He finished ripping the parchment from the box before lifting the lid.
You felt your heart stop as the lid fell unceremoniously from his hands and a small gasp left his lips at the sight of the small, stuffed black cat sitting inside.
Youâd spent the afternoon learning about the tail of two toys; Splash the cat and Padfoot the dog. The only toys the two young Black family boys were given came from their Uncle Alphard in the form of a plush cat and a plush dog; both with black fur as a nod to the family name and the boysâ hair colour.Â
Even though Uncle Alphard had given the dog to Sirius and the cat to Regulus, the boys often traded, depending on their current circumstances.Â
You learned that when Sirius went to Hogwarts, he had left with the cat.Â
When he returned home after having been sorted into the wrong house, Regulus had given him the dog.
And when Regulus joined Sirius at Hogwarts only to be ripped from his brother - possibly for good - after being sorted into Slytherin, he pilfered the dog from Sirius and left him with the cat.
They never discussed those plush toys again.
And when Sirius fled Grimmauld place one horrible night in June between fifth and sixth year, he left with nothing but his wand, the clothes on his back, and his school trunk.
Left behind was poor Splash the cat.
Regulus - fearing his mother would go on a warpath and completely destroy everything in Siriusâ room - quickly grabbed the cat and had kept it hidden in his school trunk ever since.
Until today. Until now.
Now, he left Splash with you; trusting that you would return him to his person, the one who needed him the most.
âHowâŚâ Sirius whispered as he quietly pulled the plush toy from the box; hands painfully gentle as if the toy would simply turn to ash should he jostle it. âWhere did you get this?â
âI didnât steal it, if thatâs what youâre asking.â You tried to joke in an attempt to keep the moment light. Sirius simply turned his disbelieving gaze from the toy to you.
âYou spoke with him?â
Suddenly, your fears that you had completely overstepped came flooding back; a nervous sort of nausea settling deep within your stomach that threatened to make this awkward moment horribly worse.
âIâŚI did- I didnât say anything, of course! Because there was nothing to say, because I donât actually know anything, which is fine too! I justâŚI couldnâtâŚwell, you see, I just had to do something, you know? I couldnât just-â
Your ramblings were (thankfully) cut off when the air nearly completely left your lungs as Sirius attached himself to your middle; his arms winding tightly around your body where they met in the middle of your back. You could feel the impression of Splash against your back from where he was still in Siriusâ grasp.
âIâm sorry if I upset you - I know it wasnât my place, but-â
âYouâre incredible.â Sirius whispered then. âI canât believe youâd do this for me.â
âYouâre not mad?â You whispered back, causing Sirius to pull away from you, only far enough to be able to look into your eyes with ill-hidden admiration.Â
âMy sweet shy girl; approaching Slytherinâs for me.â He murmured, causing Remus and Lily to snort and James to gawk.
âYou did what!?âÂ
âYou do know that a quarter of our school is made up of Slytherinâs, right?â You asked James then; Sirius pulling you back into his chest when you dared to remove your gaze from him.
âThatâs entirely too many Slytherinâs, my girl.â James muttered, though he relented in his admonishment of you for your crime of daring to speak to your classmates in order to sit beside your other two lovers.Â
âI canât believe he gave this to you.â Sirius whispered; holding the cat up behind your back so he could examine it over your shoulder.
âHe didnât give it to me, Sirius.â You whispered back as you pulled away from him so you could look into his eyes. âYou have a lot of people in your corner; more than you know.âÂ
His eyes seemed to well again, though he didnât look nearly as heartbroken as he did when you first walked in, so you counted that as a win.Â
âWhat did I do to deserve you, hm?â He asked then before pressing a lingering kiss to your lips.
Youâre sure you could have counted at least seventeen ways in which Sirius Black deserved the nicest things you had to offer, but right now you were more focused on the feel of his lips against yours.
If love made you do crazy things, and those crazy things brought you to this; this being Sirius moulding himself to you as if he hoped he could make a home for himself inside of your soul, then you would happily spend the rest of you life mad as one could be.
You hadnât fixed anything, not by a longshot; but you had helped, even if only just a little.
His lips tasted of salt and perhaps some sadness, but also of hope.
And for now, that was enough.
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James Potter is easily the biggest of the three. Heâs just so muscular and strong, but in a soft way. Heâs got a soft layer of fat protecting his muscles, and I imagine heâs very freckled too. Not sure why. He is the epitome of a golden retriever boyfriend. He likes being the big spoon, and has an INCREDIBLE weak spot for getting his hair played with. Like, itâs literally orgasmic to him. He grew up with everything. Love, money, etc, etc, so heâs probably the touchiest (at first), and is all over you from the start. Also, I think he often forgets his strength and squeezes u too hard and youâve gotta be like âuh.. Jamie..? Youâre.. youâre kinda squeezing-â and he just puts an arm over ur mouth like âshut up, baby. Sorry. Love you.â Heâs adorable.
Remus Lupin is just a normal sized boy, and runs hot like a radiator. Honestly. He doesnât even need all those knitted sweaters and warm coffee because he just is the embodiment of autumn warmth. Heâs littered with silver scars from his lycanthropy, so when u see him naked for the first time, heâs so self conscious. Heâd have his arms wrapped around himself, shielding his scars from your view, and youâve got to prize his hands off of himself. âIâm sorry.. i know theyâre not.. appealing.. itâsâŚâ and youâre just like âwoah, rem, what? Youâre fucking beautiful.â You say that, and heâs yours. Heâs not used to love like James is, but heâs probably the one to start getting cuddly. I imagine itâs winter and heâs reading in the common room, and ur shivering because by some miracle the fire isnât on. He looks up from his book, admiring you for a while and then lifts up his sweater. You SHOOT underneath it and basically curl up like a cat against his bare chest. I repeat: HE IS SO FUCKING WARM. Youâd probably have an âeternal sunshine of the spotless mindâ moment with him at the start of your relationship though. You know when Clementine is saying she always thought she was ugly and Joel starts kissing her and saying âyouâre pretty, youâre pretty, youâre prettyâŚâ yeah, youâd be Joel and heâd be Clementine. But once heâs comfortable, heâs a fucking fiend. Youâll never be cold again, trust me.
Sirius Black is skinny and pale. Like a vampire. Endearingly. I imagine he has a nose piercing and an eyebrow piercing, and heâs all tattooed up. Will DEFINITELY get your initial on his abdomen or collarbone in swirly penmanship. Sirius will act like your best friend even when u two are dating. Bless him though, heâs so used to being hurt and abused by those that are meant to protect him that he canât trust you at first. I think the first time he came to realise you were different is when you asked him what happened after winter break at his parentâs house, because he was being really quiet and flinching a lot which is unlike him. You cornered him in the common room when no one else was there, and asked him âhey, Siri? Whatâs going on, man? Tell me.â He insisted, âIâm fine. I swear, sweetheart.â You went to tuck his black curls behind his ear but he flinched, which shattered your heart. You said âSirius, please. I need to know youâre okay, because I need you safe.â And hearing that, he broke down into your arms. From then on, heâs always in your arms. He adores comforting you, because heâs a big brother himself and so he has the instinct, you know? But man, does he fucking adore being in your arms. He WILL curl up beside you wherever youâre sitting or lying, and is always rubbing against you. He always says âI canât help it, babe, itâs just the dog in me.â Which he seems to find HILARIOUS. Oh yeah, and he literally canât sleep unless youâre the big spoon or his head is on your chest or in your neck. He likes to feel safe and protected for once, and you do that for him to no end. Heâs THE 70s rocker stereotype, and he loves having matching nail polish with you. Youâre best friends as well as lovers.
Sorry for yapping to no end guys!!!
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i can see you
james potter x best friends sister!reader (smut)
summary: james develops a strange feeling for siriusâ sister (reader) when she comes to london once her job required her to move. he first off thought she was a shitty person, an awful one with an awfully pretty face. so when sirius offers for her to stay in their loft until she finds an apartment, he decides heâs going to make her want to get out of there as fast as possible, until he wants her to stay more than anything in this whole world.
a/n: omg im so sorry this took so long, i tried my best w this one. also, english isnât my first language so sorry for any mistakes. inspired by i can see you - taylor swift
warnings: mdni. smut with plot, afab!reader, use of she/her pronouns in reference to reader, use of y/n (I AM SORRY), afab!reader, being shorter than james, muggle & modern day!au, chef!peter, ships included (dorlene, marylily, wolfstar), swearing, cuddling, mentions of alcohol and drinking, a lot of physical touch, kind of public??, kissing, praise, v soft dom!james, fingering, oral (m receiving), light choking, size kink??, penetration, unprotected (donât do this please), overstimulation
for the past two years, you started to have weekly calls with your brother, to update him on your life and know whatâs happening on his.
you got transferred to london because of your job, you couldnât find any apartments online and you were supposed to move the other week, being really desperate you told him about it, hoping he knew a real estate agent or something like that, but you were incredibly caught by surprise with his answer.
âthats such nonsense, you should just stay in my empty room until you find another place.â sirius said, his phone on speaker as he made a sandwich in the kitchen. james eyed him with a confused look on his face, but sirius decided to ignore it.
âreally?â you ask, hopeful, you really could take a break from looking for apartments.
âof course. i mean, remus has practically moved into my room, so we just need to take some stuff of his out, but yeah, its no big deal.â james couldnât help but look at him like he was crazy, remusâ room was right next to his, hell, remusâ room had a bathroom adjoined to his. james was starting to feel faint.
as soon as sirius got off the phone with you, he started blabbing.
âwhat the fuck, sirius?!â james said loudly, sirius sighed, putting his sandwich harshly on the plate.
âwhat now? iâm really just trying to eat hereâ
âyour sister? really?â he looked like he was about to faint.
âsheâll pitch in on the rent, donât worry about thatâ your brother tried to get him calm.
âoh please, i dont care about that! you know how i feel about sharing spacesâ he was getting stressed, he couldnât help it. âand you know how i feel about your family, i have been telling you to be more careful these past years but you donât listen at all!â
it really had to be remusâs room? couldnât peter just switch rooms and lend her his instead?
âsheâs not like my parents, and neither is regulus, they didnât do anythingâ sirius paused, âdo your best friend a favor, will you?â and he knew he was going to.
âsheâs not messy or nosy or anything like that, right?â james asked, giving into it fully.
âplease, shes a cleaning freak, sheâs worse than my motherâ he paused. âthatâs an exaggeration but sheâs not messy at all, i swear. you wont even notice sheâs around.â james doubted that, but he knew how much sirius missed his siblings, and he knew how fond sirius was of you.
james swore to himself he was going to get you to leave either way, he didnât want you there and he didnât care if he had to pay more rent because of it. he didnât like you, he never did. even in school, before the whole sirius moving out thing, he felt weird around you. and he remembered that feeling very well, even if it was many years before, he didnât feel like he could forget.
-
your moving truck arrived at the building a few hours before you, but when you got there, sirius had already arranged your furniture, which did make you a bit emotional. he had even bought a toothbrush, carefully arranging it in the right side of the cabinet, the side that pointed towards the door of the bathroom that led to your room.
the boys came to pick you up at the train station, you recognized them from siriusâ social media. they were everywhere.
you were extremely confused on why all of them had come and pick you up, you were hoping to see your brother standing awkwardly, instead he was there with all of his roommates. you felt like you were a teenage girl again, trying to talk to your brother during lunch, but his friends were always around.
you recognized remus from the photos he sent you, and peter was always on the background of your calls with him baking something.
and then there was james.
james potter. you didnât know how to feel about him anymore. when your brother first introduced you, you found him attractive, but then you hated him.
when your brother ran away to his home you couldnât help but hate him.
sure, your house wasnât the best place in the world, but he took away your older brother, how were you supposed to feel?
as time passed you started to tolerate his presence. now you really donât care about him, but he sure looked better than he usually did many years before.
-
you felt like you could kill him.
after living with james for a month you found him obnoxious, rude, annoying and a few other things you were too lazy to mention.
but the thing you hated the most was how invasive he could be.
you barged into his room, he was laying there, crumbs all over his red shirt.
"you should learn how to knock" he rolled his eyes when he said it, your brows furrowed.
"you ate my brownies." you had baked a few because it was bring your kid to work day and you were in charge of the snacks.
âthey were really good, i thought peter made themâ james paused. âhe runs a restaurant downtown, you know, heâs always baking and-â
âiâm gonna have to make a whole new batch. you ate like ten of them.â you were about to get a really bad headache depending on his answer.
âi told you, they were really good.â
if you were in a cartoon you wouldâve turned red and there would be smoke coming out of your nostrils and your ears. you had no comment.
you hated when he did that, just compliment you so you couldnât really hate him that much anymore.
he used your shampoo, but it smelled really nice.
he ate your leftovers, but you really know how to order chinese food.
he even wore one of your biggest shirts you bought when you were in college because you were too lazy to buy pajamas and suddenly that shirt was really nice, because, sure, james potter actually listened to avril lavigne.
he shrunk one of your favorite sundresses, you almost cried that day and he never even apologized.
the list went on and on, and somehow, every compliment of his sounded like he was taunting you, making fun of you right in front of your face and all you could ever do was thank him.
maybe thatâs just how you were, polite no matter what. but you sure didnât want to be polite to james that day.
âno, you donât get to do thatâ you felt like you were being crazy.
âwhat do you mean?â he chuckled. he so did not chuckle.
âyou donât get to compliment me! that doesnât bring my brownies back!â the word brownie sure sounded stupid in that moment.
âiâll bake more for you, but theyâll suck, you know thatâ he actually sat on the bed to argue, how kind of him.
âthe kids will probably die if they eat your brownies.â
âyouâre feeding children? where do you even work?â he looked so confused and you kept getting angrier.
âdo i really look like the kind of person who would eat a hundred billion thousand brownies? god, james, why canât you just not touch my shit?â
âthatâs not even a real number and there were a lot of them! i thought it wouldnât make a difference!â
âit wouldnât, if you had eaten one or two, but you ate half of them!â
âoh please, lets put it to a maximum of 25%, alright?â you felt like you were going absolutely insane. he was probably going to get you in a mental hospital and youâd be walking around, looking half dead, murmuring âbrownies brownies brownies, i want my brownies backâ.
you decided to just give up, slamming the door the hardest you could while heading out.
-
as halloween came around, the bickering with james stopped, you didnât quite know if it was because of the season or you just got used to each other, but you didnât mind it much. he could be very exhausting when upset, and you were sure you could too.
you loved fall, maybe it was that you were in a great mood. pumpkin flavored stuff, candles and everything else included.
on the day before halloween, you woke up early, you had to go apartment hunting and once you got back you would try and help peter make deserts. even though your ghost shaped cookies look like very sick jellyfish, you wanted to help. it was the most you could do, you werenât paying rent, sirius wouldnât let you. and they were going to throw a party on the next day so you wanted to help them get everything settled.
when you got home you were so incredibly tired, you had spent all day out and it was already 9pm. you had to walk so much you felt like you were your feet would fall off because they were used more on that day than they were your entire life. you were more upset you didnât get to help with the food though, the pain didnât really matter that much compared to that.
you just wanted to lay on your bed, put your feet up and-
giggles.
there were giggles coming from your room.
and then you remembered it, the neighbors, a few girls that went to the same school as you and were very good friends with your brother were staying over. a big slumber party of some sort, you and james were sleeping in the living room, because, of course, the four girls formed two couples and they would sleep together separately. no actual bed for you tonight! you really liked them though, so you couldnât complain.
you knocked on the door to your own room and marlene opened it, cheeks flushed, and you could see dorcas on your bed, doing something on her phone.
âhi, leneâ you decided to call her that because sirius called her that, it was cute. âsorry for bothering you both, i just wanted to get my pillow, my blanket and change real quickâ
âoh sure, come inâ she opened the door and you went straight for the drawer under the bed, grabbing a light green heavy one, you usually used that on winter but it was a cold night and you didnât really want to bother them by taking your usual one from off the bed.
you never changed clothes so fast, tossing them in the laundry bin along with a shit ton of jamesâ shirts that were on his side of the sink.
âthank you, have a nice nightâ
you sighed while going to the living room, to find james sitting on the armchair, shirtless and wearing sweatpants, drinking a beer and watching that 70s show (again). you decided to ignore how good he looked and just get some rest because you really didnât want go think about james in that moment, or ever as a matter of fact.
you lay down on the couch and throw the blanket over your head.
âyou know what bums me out about this show?â james says abruptly, like you would really like to know. you grunt, waiting for his answer. âthey really didnât know when to stop it, its only good until what? season-â
âjames, im really tired, i just wanna get some rest, pleaseâ you get out from under the covers to say that, so he ignores it fully.
âhow did apartment hunting go?â he asks, pausing the episode and asking alexa to turn on some playlist with songs a sad dad would listen to.
âshitty, theres not one good place up for rent in this city, its actually sickâ
âyeah, thats toughâ he pauses for a brief moment âcome hereâ he said, patting his knee. was he asking you to sit on his lap? was he going fucking crazy?
âiâm sorry, what?â you were so confused, since when was he like that to you?
âget up, sit here with me a little.â were you dreaming? was this one of those weird wet dreams you had in high school?
âjames, iâm really tired, my back hurts and i really want to lay-â
âiâll give you a massage, itâs whateverâ he answered, a sad puppy look on his face.
you gave in. you walked over to him and sat on the arm of the chair, but he pulled you onto his lap.
âi need to be close to you, if iâm not itâs really awkward and uncomfortable.â some song you didnât know was playing.
it was slow and sounded old, you didnât recognize it.
âjames come on, im really tired.â you say, smiling though, you didnât know why he was doing this. he mustâve had an awfully good day.
âjust for a bit.â why were his hands on your waist? why were you nervous. you nodded, you felt that if you opened your mouth to speak, nothing would come out.
you could feel his breathing on your neck, his hands roaming your waist as he lead them up to your shoulders.
his hands were on the low of your back, under your shirt. that was certainly new, and that was really not a massage, but you werenât complaining.
you looked back at him, wide eyed, what was he doing?
once you turned your face to look at him, you couldnât look away anymore.
maybe it was how nice he looked in the paused lighting of the tv, maybe it was how warm he felt, when the weather was so chilly recently, whatever it was, it hooked you.
he was looking straight into your eyes and you felt so open to him, it was weird to see him like this.
you felt like you were back in school being head over heels for your brother's best friend.
you heard keys jingling outside, so you stepped away, leaving him sat by himself wondering what he did wrong. sirius opened the door abruptly, scaring james, who looked at him confused.
âsorry, mate, the door was ⌠hey! is that my instrumental playlist?â james turned a bit pink.
âyeah, I was just...â he looked at you. âforget it.â he turned it off. you were pretending to be unbothered, looking at something on your phone.
you couldnât quite wrap your mind around what had just happened.
you unfolded the sofa into a bed, getting comfortable on the right side, but then you felt his eyes back on you as sirius went into his own room.
âoh, sorry. do you want the couch? i can sleep on the chair, i donât really-â
âwe can share. donât worry about it.â you nod at his comment. what had gotten into him? he turned off the lights, leaving the tv on. you were trying to calm down, sleeping in the same place as him, being nervous about it was so silly, but, still, you could feel your heartbeat.
âyou wanna pick something?â he interrupted your thoughts, you didnât want to watch anything. you wanted it to be over as soon as possible.
âno, you can just go back to your thing, i donât mind it.â you answered. he laid down by your side.
fuck.
you were going to share the damn blanket.
he unpaused the tv, putting the remote on the right arm of the couch, that was your side. his arm went over you, he wrapped his arm around your waist once he went back to his side, though half of it was empty.
was he trying to spoon you? you could feel yourself getting nervous, your body starting to feel hot.
you (stupidly) decided to test his actual intentions with that, turning to your side to see if heâd pull you in, he quickly did.
you could have died right there.
he had never even hugged you before, was he really horny or something? and so you felt it.
âoh my god.â you thought to yourself repeatedly.
you felt his hand on your waist, pulling you closer to him, which was basically impossible with your ass already glued to his crotch.
you ended up sleeping like that, waking up in the morning to the âare you still watching?â screen.
the day was fine, and you found out you and James had a lot in common, you ended up talking the entire evening, he spent the whole party next to you.
you slept in separate rooms at night, but you still spent a while with him in his room talking about all sorts of things. you never imagined how you and james could be alike. you never imagined how he could be so sweet, funny and nice.
after the fall holidays you and james became closer and closer, when labor day came up you realized how much you liked him and when thanksgiving came around, you realized how you might actually be falling for him.
he didnât help with that at all. he was always touching you, you even ended up cuddling when you would watch some awful movie in his room.
you never really got if he liked you as a friend or he wanted something more, until christmas.
you carefully placed your gifts under the tree on christmas eve, so in the morning when you saw a little box with your name on it, you were incredibly excited.
everyone was sat on the living room floor, opening gifts. in the little box was an envelope and it was from all of the guys. there was something written in the paper inside but you didnât want to read it at the moment.
âthanksâ you smiled, but you didnât quite know what it meant.
âwe all talked and we want you to put your name on the lease.â sirius said quickly, looking at you anxiously.
âlike, actually?â you ask, starting to feel extremely happy because you loved living with them.
âyeahâ remus answered, smiling.
âthanks, i really appreciate it.â you couldnât stop smiling, it felt great to know they wanted you there. james, who was sitting next to you, gave you a one arm hug and a kiss on the forehead.
âso youâre gonna let me pay rent now?â you ask to your brother, smiling.
âi guess so.â he replied. you knew he was happy too. âgonna get you an actual gift thoughâ
they were planning a big christmas party, they invited some people from work, the girls and some other people you didnât really know, so you were expecting to spend the night with james. you went all out, put on your favorite red dress which was short but still fancy for the event.
once you were ready, half of the party was already there, including all of jamesâ coworkers and friends. you sat next to him on the couch, they were all there all talking about something from his work you didnât really understand.
they were all dressed up too, but what shocked you the most was that james was wearing a suit, sure, his necktie was already loose and the buttons on his shirt too, but he looked amazing.
âcan i stay with you for the rest of the night? i donât really know anyone here.â you whispered into his ear, nervous about the answer.
âsureâ he nodded. âhey, henryâ he called for his coworker that was sitting on the arm of ouch.
âyeah?â the guy answered.
âthis is y/n, the friend i was telling you about the other day.â james gestures to you. you canât help but smile awkwardly and wonder what he said about you.
âoh, hi! pleasure to meet you.â he got up from his chair and shook your hand, smiling at james and nodding. what did that mean?
âpleasure to meet you too.â you smile at him.
âiâm just gonna get some drinks, iâll ill be right back. do you want something?â james asked you.
âjust a soda.â he gets up and heads to the kitchen.
âso, tell me, how are your brownies?â henry jokes, you look at him confused.
âgood, i guess, but thats a biased opinion.â you answer, curious on how he knew about your brownies.
âyou know, james talks about you all the time.â he comments, you were sure he already had a few drinks.
âreally? what does he say?â
âwhen you first moved in he hated you, you know? he always said it was fun to make you mad and all. but since october heâs been so nice when he talks about you, i personally think he fancies you, but i wouldnât know. i donât think heâd tell me if he did, specially because youâre his friends sister and all.â he was rambling but you really enjoyed the part he said about james seeing you as more than a friend, you enjoyed it so much you didnât even pay attention to what he said after that.
âi doubt it, we just turned into good friends, thatâs all.â
ânah, i think he wants to make you into something else.â henry mightâve just made your entire night with that phrase. you couldnât hide your smile anymore.
âhereâs your soda, a beer for you, henryâ james handed the drinks and took a sip of his coke. you sat next to him, holding your soda in both of your hands, looking down at it nervously. âdid something happen?â he asked you.
âno, just thinking âbout somethingâ you answer, looking into his eyes now. he smiles, wrapping his arm around your waist. that makes you so flustered, you feel your entire body getting warmer and thatâs just the start of it.
for the rest of the night, he stayed by your side. his hand resting on your waist, thigh, around your shoulders, wherever he wanted them. you could feel your heart beating in your chest for most of the time. he had never done that before, not in public and surely not like that, not in a sexual manner, at least thatâs how you identified it, because one thing was a friendly touch, the other was what he was doing.
he made you feel needy, aching for more - he was making you want him.
did he notice? did he ever even perceive how he made you feel? how could he not?
goosebumps covered you once he grazed your thigh for the first time out of five, the fifth was when he finally let his hand stay put there.
it made you feel crazy, it really did.
you didnât know if he meant it as you took it, but you really hoped he did.
the party was still going around 1am, james had disappeared and you were left sitting on the couch, waiting for him to come back.
you couldnât stop thinking about him and it made you feel kind of silly. you were a bit disappointed that nothing happened but you sort of expected it. you knew nothing would actually occur, but still, it made you a bit sad. maybe the touch lead you on, but it-
you looked at your phone once it vibrated and you felt the absolute need to scream because of how excited the text made you, but you didnât.
âJames: come to my room once you read this, please.â
you didnât think much of it, though you wouldâve come if he just asked you to like he normally did.
you finished your drink and knocked on his door. he opened it but didnât look at you, his eyes were focused on your knees, he looked nervous.he was still wearing his pants and the dress shirt, except it was unbuttoned. shit.
ây/n?â he was looking at you now.
fuck.
âyeah?â
âyou look really good tonight.â
âi clean up nice sometimes.â you smile.
âoh please, you always look goodâ he turned a bit pink once he said it. âand thats a really nice dressâ his voice was low when he said it, was he actually hitting on you?
âthank youâ you whispered, you couldnât help but feel anxious as his body got closer to yours.
âyou know, iâve been thinking about something for a while nowâ he says. you could feel your stomach start to twist and turn because you were so anxious on what he was doing next. you hummed, making sure he would continue what he was saying, but he didnât.
he just kissed you like it was the easiest thing in the world. he pulled you into his room and closed the door, locking it quickly.
the feeling of his lips on yours was something you craved for a while now, you needed it so much you started to wonder if it was normal for you to need something this much.
you couldnât stop once it started. his hands were on your hips and you tugged onto his hair desperately.
kissing him is redefining the whole concept of kissing to you, and probably ruining every other sexual experience you could have for the rest of your life.
he pushed you into the door, his hands now on your ass.
âshitâ he let out quickly as he stopped kissing you so roughly and started giving you quick pecks. âyou have no idea how long i wanted to do this.â you hummed. âyouâre so fucking hot, it makes me crazy.â the praise was making your stomach twist again, a wet spot being formed between your legs.
he carried you with your legs around his body and took you to his bed. the same bed you have used to lay down to watch movies, to just gossip or discuss things, to do whatever.
he sat down and kept you on his lap, straddling him, but you needed more. as he kissed you roughly and messily you would casually rock your hips, causing friction. after you did that a few times he laid you down on the bed, telling you to stop being such a tease, he got on top of you, supporting himself with his knees, one of them between your legs, causing friction and making you more aroused.
when he started playing with the strings that held the dress together, you knew you were done for, so you let him undo the bow, kissing your neck. he was messy, sometimes he would bite and it would send bolts of electricity down your spine.
âjamesâŚâ you let out as he bit you again.
âtell meâ he said, trailing his kisses down to your clavicle. âcan i take this off too?â he asked, playing with your bra. you nodded but he didnât move an inch.
âi need to hear you say it. can i take this off?â he was such a fucking tease, it made you go crazy. he loved to hear your voice, he knew you wanted him to take it off, he just liked to hear you say it.
âyes, pleaseâ you struggled to hold in a moan once he started sucking on your neck.
âthank youâ he answered, looking back to the hickey he gave you. âhmm, thatâs gonna leave a mark, sorry babyâ baby? he had never called you that, you hummed as he took off his collared shirt and then proceeded to take off your bra . he groaned at the sight of you, which drove you mad. his growing bulge was exposed.
he was big.
you immediately regretted every single time you had made a small dick joke (sure, there were only 2 times but they did happen).
he was on his knees, towering over you.
âyouâre so prettyâ, he leaned down to kiss you again, this time more eager than ever. his right hand cupped your jaw as his left one roamed your body, making you ache for more and more. âi really wanna touch youâ he whispered and went back to kissing you, his left hand now between your thighs, waiting for permission to move.
âpleaseâ you whisper, stopping the kiss briefly. he kept on kissing you as he stimulated you through the fabric of your underwear, but that didn't happen for long, especially because of how wet it was, he needed to touch you, he couldn't help himself. the dress was so hiked up it looked like a shirt, but instead of helping you take it off, he pulled it down a bit, so he had access to your chest. he immediately started kissing around your left tit, making you go absolutely insane. and that combined with the sudden touch to your clit? yeah, you were getting fucked up that night.
he was better than anyone had ever been to you. sucking in your nipple and fingering you slowly, he was making you go crazy, needing him more.
he stopped sucking on your nipple and went back to your neck, his hand not stopping at all. the right one went to cover your mouth as you moaned.
âbe quiet, hm? want everyone to listen? donât wanna stuff that pretty mouth of yours tooâ his non dominant hand went to your neck, choking you lightly as his other one fucked into you. you were so close to cumming, with his thumb stimulating your clit as his other fingers went in and out of you, he knew that you were close, specially with the way your pussy was tightening around him. âso fucking tight, arenât you? canât imagine how youâre gonna feel around my cockâ he stopped and took his fingers out, making you whine, missing the feeling of him.
âjameeesâ you moan, finding the courage in you to pull him in, giving him a kiss.
âtake it offâ
âwhat?â youâre confused.
âthe dress, i really wanna fuck you in it but i donât wanna ruin it.â he lets out. âtake it offâ he sounded like he was ordering you, and you loved it so much, you wanted to give something back to him.
âi will, but can i suck you off first?â you ask, looking at him doe eyed, and how could he say no?
âyou really want to?â he asks, furrowed brows, you nod, quickly getting on your knees as he unbuckles his belt, throwing it on the carpet. he got up and pulled his pants down, staying just in his boxers, he climbed back into bed with you, kissing you sweetly.
you were on your knees in front of him, pulling his cock out of his underwear, stroking it lightly then kissing the tip. you take him in your mouth, using your hands to stroke what couldnât fit, which, frankly, was about a bigger portion of it. he was the biggest you ever had.
âfuckâ he groaned at the movements you were making, using his left hand to get strands of hair out of your face, as his right one supported him on the bed. he was trying not to thrust into your mouth but you were making it so hard. âyour mouth was made for me, babyâ he whispered, looking into your eyes. his free hand went to your neck, choking you just a bit, as your head bobbed up and down, taking as much as possible.
âso good, your mouth feels so goddamn good honeyâ he groaned as he finished the sentence and you used your non dominant hand to cup his balls. he was moaning a bit and it was the hottest thing youâve ever seen or heard, though you were sure you would see hotter things that same night. he started thrusting lightly, he couldnât help himself, specially with how good your mouth made him feel.
âstopâ he ordered you, and so you did, a pop sound being made as you stopped sucking and looked up at him.
âdid i do something wrong?â you ask, brows furrowed. his hand hasnât left your neck, and so he pulls you in by it. his tongue went straight in your mouth, he needed to taste him on your lips.
âi wanna fuck youâ he said, looking into your eyes, waiting for any kind of response.
âyes. please doâ you quickly say, kissing him quickly.
âthe dressâ he remembers and you quickly take it off, not stopping the staring for a second.
âwant you down on all foursâ he says, getting on his knees. you do as he commands, getting in an arch position as heâs on his knees behind you. he can see that you still havenât taken off your underwear, he bites on your ass cheek and then pulls it down with his teeth.
âyou donât mind if i keep this, donât you?â he asks, helping you take it off fully. âitâs already ruinedâ
âitâs yoursâ you look back at him, heâs smirking like the devil. he throws your underwear into his bedside drawer.
âgotta keep it safeâ he whispers. you can feel his bulge through his boxers as he leans in to kiss your neck, you whine, needing him more.
âpatience, iâm gonna give it to you, sweetheartâ his right hand gave your ass a smack. âupâ he said, signaling for you to arch your back even more. as you do so, he groans, pressing his covered member against your wet cunt.
âyouâre so pretty like this, all for me?â he asked, using his hand to play with your clit.
ây-yes, all yoursâ you said, trying not to whine mid sentence.
âgood girl. mineâ he gave your shoulder a quick peck. âgonna put it in now, okay? tell me if you wanna stopâ he took his dick from out of his boxers and pumped it a few times. you couldâve fainted once you felt his tip lined up to your entrance.
he went in slowly, he was way to big for you. every time you thought he was done, there would still be more of him left.
âjaaamesâ you would whine
âjust a bit left; donât worry, princessâ once he was fully inside of you, you felt amazing, like you were in heaven. âyouâre so fucking tight, âfeels so goodâ he said, trying to to groan, his voice was raspy.
if took a few thrusts for you to get used to his size, but as soon as he picked up a pace, you were a mess. you couldnât hold in your sounds, the way he was stimulating your clit was absolutely killing you.
âbe fucking quietâ he demanded with a groan, âyou want everyone to know who you belong to, huh?â he didnât stop, he just went quicker as a matter of fact.
âfuck!â you squealed as he pinched your clit, his thrusts began to be more rough, you couldnât even focus. youâre eyes kept rolling back, your mind was fully blank and the only thing that was coming out of your mouth in that moment was a mixture of james, fuck, shit and a few other curse words.
you were in ecstasy.
âyou like this, donât you?â he was grunting lowly in between every few thrusts. you were so close, you felt your high coming to you, the way he was fucking you was not helping with you trying to hold it.
âjames ohmygod james, im gonna cumâ you say, trying not to stumble over your words.
âask nicely and iâll let youâ he said, stopping the stimulation on your clit and thrusting harder. he was close too, the way your tight pussy would clench around him was making him go insane.
âplease let me cum, james. need it so badâ you blurted out in between whining and moaning. he grins and goes back to stimulating you.
âgood girl, do itâ he went faster and didnât stop playing with your clit. your eyes rolled back and you let it go.
your walls clench tight around him, he didnât stop as you made a mess all over his dick.
as you finished, his thrusts only got harder, you were feeling so overstimulated and you felt like he was close too.
âfuck, sweetheart. gonna cum inside you, thatâs alright?â you moaned in answer.
his hips stuttered and you felt his cock twitch spilled inside of you, his juices mixing with yours.
he made sure he got rid of every single drop.
your legs were shaking as he pulled out and tucked himself back into his underwear, you collapsed on the bed and he laid down next to you.
âwanna go back to the party?â he jokes, looking into your eyes.
âshut upâ you reply, looking at the ceiling of his room.
âgonna clean you up, okay?â james assured you as he threw you a shirt of his that was under the bed. you put it on but pulled him closer to you.
âokay, but just stay with me for a while if thatâs alright.â you asked.
âalwaysâ he pressed a kiss onto your forehead and you knew that this was not going to be a one time thing.
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p1: chemistry read w/ co-star!james
co-star!james potter x actress!reader
summary: before filming can start, your director has to ofc find the perfect person to play your love interest, + what better way to do that than to have a chemistry read?
a/n: i will not pretend to know anything abt film/tv production so this is more than probably innaccurate đ also this first one is not my best work but dw more drama will ensue. <33
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You'd wanted this job more than anything. You'd worked harder than anyone you knew to kickstart your acting career and knew this opportunity was just the way to do it. When your agent called you about an audition for the lead role in a new show titled 'South Bay'âa drama named after the L.A. region itself���and gave you a sample of the pilot script, saying you fell in love with it wouldn't be a stretch. And after those few months later when you'd received the call that you'd gotten the part, it was safe to say you were walking on clouds for weeks afterward.
Your amazing director Minerva had cast you first and foremost, knowing your role was key to the show's success, and you'd already built a strong relationship with her after just a few weeks of knowing her.
After casting you, she'd informed you that the show's next order of business was finding someone to play your character'sâCassidy'sâlove interest, Aaron. When she'd told you that initially, you didn't think anything of it. But when she told you they already had gone through the first round of auditions for the role and that it was time for the infamous chemistry reads, you had to try your hardest to stay completely calm.
Aside from the fact that you'd soon be meeting the person you'd have to spend hours working with every day for God knows how many months, you also knew that the casting directors were going to be looking extra careful at the romantic chemistry you were supposed to have with the actors they brought in. You willed yourself not to get worked up when the morning came for the chemistry reads with the men auditioning for Aaron, and reminded yourself that your role in the show was already secured. Yet, for some reason, you were still on edge.
Luckily, the casting directors had narrowed down their options from the hundreds of actors who had come to audition for the role of Aaron originally to just a handful, making your job much easier. By the time noon came around, you'd already read from the script with three different candidates.
Just as you'd expected, they each had done a close-to-perfect job in their auditions. Your personal favorite was the second actor you'd read lines with, a sandy-haired guy named Remus who you thought was a really nice person as well as actor. It was important to you that the person you were going to have to pretend to be romantically interested in was a person you at least liked, and it was all too easy to imagine working with someone like Remus.
You'd expressed your thoughts to Minerva when she'd asked for them, and she nodded in agreementâa good signâbefore the two casting directors beside her were calling for her attention.
"This next one, Minerva," cooed the curly-haired woman you knew as Poppy from next to her, "we think you're going to like."
"Am I?" she asked, lips curling up.
"Oh yes. When we saw him we knew right away we had to bring him in for the chemistry reading." Poppy nodded to you. "He looks promising. And he certainly has the background; his parents are Euphemia and Fleamonet Potter."
The other casting director hummed in agreement, not hiding their impressed and widened eyes. "Not to mention, he has that accent."
You had to fight your expression from turning sour. A Potter? If there was one thing you didn't appreciate in the world of acting, it was nepotism. After working so hard and starting from the ground up to get your acting career where it currently was, the last thing you wanted was to have to see your director swoon over some guy just because of who his parents were.
Nonetheless, you had faith in Minerva to pick the person who truly deserved the job. You watched her nod at the two women beside her, intrigued nonetheless. She waved a hand over to the security guard by the door in the corner of the room.
"Bring Potter in?"
The burly man nodded and exited the room briefly, and not a minute had gone by before he returned with the man you assumed was the young Potter in tow.
You subconsciously stood up straighter when you saw him, trying to push away any premeditated opinions of the man approaching. Brown curls and a genetically gifted bone structure you could see from feet away, he walked into the room confidently with reason. He immediately offered the security guard who had brought him into the room a handshake, and you watched as the tall brick wall of a man lit up with a bright smile from the gesture. Potter then rolled out more charming words of greeting to the director and casting directors, and you took the opportunity to scan him over in more detail.
With an interest you couldn't explain, you saw that he was strikingly handsome in the kind of way you'd expect the son of two celebrities to be; he was wearing a black t-shirt that clung to him flatteringly, with that sort of movie-star quality you knew audiences always swooned over. It didn't help that the moment he walked in you saw each of the directors turn to each other with raised brows and suggestive smiles that only widened when he introduced himself, charmingly posh British accent and all. You had to fight back from rolling your eyes at their reactions.
"James," greeted Poppy, standing up from her seat to give the man a handshake.
"Poppy," the man regarded, and you felt your eyebrows raise at the fact that he was already on a first-name basis with the head casting director.
She sat back down after a moment, keeping her attention on the manâJamesâas she spoke. "James, this is Minerva McGonagall, the Director of South Bay."
"I'm such an admirer of your work, Mrs. McGonagall. My parents took me to see your adaptation of Henry Shay's novel about three times when it first came out."
Your parents, you thought internally with some distaste; the famous actor and actress power couple. You had to stop yourself from shaking your head.
"Please, just Minerva," the director responded warmly, and you noted that she hadn't told any of the other actors to call her by her first name. "And thank you."
Poppy nodded happily before she held out an alarming hand towards you. "And let me introduce you to the wonderful actress who is going to be playing South Bay's leading lady Cassidy Ward."
You plastered on a smile and introduced yourself as plainly and confidently as you could, definitely not feeling suddenly conscious of your appearance as his warm-colored eyes raked over you.
James took that second to scan you over before realizing with a simmering feeling in the planes of his chest that there was something special about you he couldn't make out, something that had him wanting to greet you with more than a handshake. He refrained, thankfully, not saying anything after you finished introducing yourself for a second you felt was a beat too long, before scrambling to hold out a hand to you.
"I'm James. James Potter," he said as if you hadn't been already made aware of his last name. "It's an honor to get to meet you."
You didn't know why but his clear flattery only made you more uneasy of him, knowing it was something he'd probably gotten used to pulling out to impress whatever important or famous people he was busy meeting through all the connections he probably had.
You stopped yourself in your tracks; you were being unfair. You'd only known the guy, if you call it knowing him, for under a minute. Shaking off the odd feeling that was creeping its way into your stomach, you shook his held out hand with a polite nod, though that didn't the prying feeling inside you go away.
"Alright." Minerva clapped her hands together, looking between the two of you. "We're just going to do a read-through of scene number thirty-four, Episode three." She motioned towards the camera crew set up behind her, them shooting her a thumbs up.
She turned back around, looking between you and James pointedly. "Remember, your characters Cassidy and Aaron are the only two characters in the show who have known each other for longer than just a few months. They're close. That connection has to be visible, however you want to show that to us."
You didn't know why, but you felt uneasy. You nodded at Minerva regardless, seeing the supportive but anticipatory look behind her eyes as she glanced between you and the man now standing in front of you like you held the answers to all her problems.
James looked surprisingly calm and collected, like there was nothing in the world that could make the James Potter nervous. The more you looked at him and the confident set of his shoulders, the more you thought that was true.
Your director smiled. "Whenever you're both ready."
You nodded, taking a breath in before turning to James. "Where were you last night?"
You watched as James reacted to you in character, his strong brows pulling inwards. "What do you mean?"
You momentarily were taken aback by the almost effortless switch in his accent, but pushed the thought aside. "Last night. When everyone else was at Ryan's party. Where were you?"
He shrugged slightly. "I was in my dorm."
"Really? Because I knocked on your door and no one answered."
"I must've been sleeping. Why do want to know so badly?"
"I don't know, maybe because half the football team got caught last night breaking into the Dean's office."
"You don't think I did that, do you?"
You stared at him and then down at the floor. Jamesâor Aaron, reallyâshook his head at you, his tone dropping. "I can't believe this."
Then he turned away from you and, as the script had told you to, you grabbed his wrist softly.
"Aaron, wait," you called, and the connection of your fingers to his arm had them tingling with a certain kind of teeming energy, though you didn't let it show on your face. "Of course I don't think you did it. I just don't know what to think. We're supposed to be best friends, yet you won't even tell me where you were."
James let a second pass before he said his next line, and it was like you could see his character's inner turmoil flickering through his mind restlessly when he said, "You want to know where I was, Cassidy?" You nodded. "I was talking with your Professor."
"Professor Brown?" you frowned. "Why?"
"I was trying to get him to let you submit your final thesis late."
"What? You know he told me I couldn't because-"
"Because of me." He paused dramatically, stern jaw working. "The only reason you missed the deadline was because you were helping me when I got too drunk to even make it up the stairs to my dorm."
"That's ... that's really nice of you, Aaron, but you know how Brown is-"
"He's letting you turn it in late for full credit."
"What?" You widened your eyes. "How did you ..."
"I told him how it was my fault you missed the deadline. And I told him about how good of a student you are, how you've never turned in anything late once, not even when we were in high school. But most importantly," he took a step closer to you to hold your hand, something you noted wasn't in the script but made your fingers flood with feeling. "I told him what a good person you were. How kind you are. Even to idiots like me who get black-out drunk during finals week."
You blinked at him, letting a smile overtake your face for a moment. "You really didn't have to."
"I did."
He squeezed your hand and, even if it was only acting, the way he was looking at you so meaningfully made something in your chest tighten excitedly. You didn't have to act when you shifted your gaze to the ground nervously. Why the hell were you nervous? "I don't know how the hell you got him to say yes."
"Well, I also have to wash his car for free for the next six months, but that's just a small detail."
You let your jaw drop. "I can't believe you'd do that for me."
"Of course I would." James took another step closer, still holding tight onto your hand and not breaking the immobilizing eye contact he'd established with you the whole while. "I'd do anything for you, Cassidy."
He nodded slowly, truly looking invested. Then, in a beat as short as a breath but one that must've felt like minutes to you as you stood there unmovingly, he leaned forward. All you could do was blink as his handsomeâugh, handsomeâface neared yours before tilting itself to the right, where he left a soft but lingering kiss on your downstage cheek.
Then he pulled away again, the distance between you maybe a few inches smaller than before, before finally whispering, "Anything."
That definitely was not in the script. Your eyes blinked in an alarm that surely was no longer in character, but James looked unbothered, something you were finding was his natural state of being.
You felt your mouth go slightly dry at the intensity behind his eyes as he looked at you, but the last thing you could do was look away now, so you stayed rooted in your place in front of James as you waited for your signal to break character. Waited and waited; you felt dizzy.
"Cut!"
Minerva immediately clapped, the casting directors doing the same, and you felt like you could finally breathe as you dropped James's hand that was still holding yours and turned away from him, not sparing the man a second glance for nervous reasons you couldn't place. Maybe it was because of the fact that the feeling of his stupid lips was still lingering on your cheek.
Your director's tone was neutral when she said, "Great job, you two," though you watched as she turned passionately toward the two casting directors and they began speaking in hushed tones.
You shook your leg subtly as you waited, an antsy habit that you couldn't identify the current cause of, and you felt James lean down next to you, something that sent a nauseating feeling of dĂŠjĂ vu through you.
"Don't worry," he whispered lowly, taking your mannerisms as a sign of distress. He noted that even when frowning you looked extremely pretty, though at his words you left his lips your frown only deepened. "You did great."
You turned to him in confusion and some offense, trying to keep your voice hushed as you asked, "Excuse me?"
He shrugged a shoulder, eyes flicking over your figure for a split second that you definitely noticed. "You just looked tense, is all."
You stared at him blankly, not knowing what he could possibly be implying. Was he saying your acting looked tense? That you didn't look sure of yourself? Like you weren't already the lead and that he was the one auditioning?Â
You fought the urge to say that maybe you looked tense because he'd just kissed you on the cheek out of nowhere, and stayed defiantly silent. When you didn't say anything back he let his lips turn up into a lopsided smile that you were sure must work on all the ladies, almost a smirk, and he nudged you in the shoulder a bit like you were old friends. Who was this guy?
Whatever you thought he meant by the statement, you didn't get to say anything back, because Minerva had pulled away from her conversation and was staring expectantly at the two of you. You did your best to soften your expression away from offended and back to neutral.
"Well," she said, turning to the man beside you. "Thank you, James, for coming in."
"Thank you," he responded, tipping his head politely. Then he took a step forward and shook each of the casting director's hands, and you watched with a foul taste in your mouth as their lips visibly fought against fond smiles.
When he turned back around, he held his hand out to you as well, and you regarded it for a moment before shaking it like you did at the start of his audition, though this time it was definitely against your will. His hand was warm and smooth, like he hadn't worked a day in his life, and you hated the fact that you even noted how it felt at all.
Like he knew you didn't enjoy his presence, he smiled at you with something knowing shining in his eyes that you hated before he took his leave, the door to the room shutting behind him.
"That was ..." began Poppy, shaking her head slowly, "Perfect. Just perfect."
You couldn't help the way your lips parted almost exhasperatedly. "Really?" You hoped you hadn't revealed your surprise in your tone.
"Yes," Minerva responded instead, also seeming to be in awe. "Wow." She gestured with her hands exuberantly. "It was like I could see the show coming to life right in front of me."
"Not to mention the chemistry between you two." Poppy tipped her head at you, smirking as she fanned herself. "I mean, wow."
You bit down on the inside of your cheek to keep from saying anything you'd regret. Your throat felt dry. If you heard one more 'wow' from any of their mouths in reference to James Potter again you thought you were going to lose it. You tried to keep the premonition out of your voice as you bravely asked, "So, do you think you're going to cast him?"
Minerva paused for a moment in thought before answering you. "I mean, he was the last actor we're considering for the role, and I think he was the best we've seen today." She looked between the two other casting directors who nodded agreeingly at her words. "But I'd like to know your thoughts."
You blinked at her. "My thoughts?"
"Well, yes," she answered plainly. "He's going to be playing your love interest. And I like to hear my actor's opinions."
You pursed your lips at her words, feeling flattered but also not knowing how you were feeling at the prospect of having to work with James all the time. Although, deep within you, something was nagging at youâsomething you absolutely did not likeâand telling you your answer.
The truth was, the scene you acted out with James felt realer, had come to life more than it had with any of the other actors that day. Maybe it was because he'd taken such liberties with the role, sure, but regardless, he did a great job. The thought made you hate yourself when you finally took a breath in to speak.
"He ..." you began unsurely, and then sighed. "He was great. Really great."
"Perfect!" Minerva clapped her hands together again, and something in your stomach churned. "We'll make contact with him as soon as possible." Her eyes twinkled as she regarded you. "I can't wait to have you two leading South Bay. I have nothing but hope."
"And," Poppy added, "it'll be great for publicity having a Potter in our cast."
The two other directors at the table nodded and murmured in agreement, and you fought from sighing. You thought of the days you'd spend on set with James Potter, of all people, not only having to get along with him but connect with him, with someone who clearly thought they were above you, enough to reassure you when you had already gotten the lead role. And then you thought of what it would be like to release South Bay to the public, your first leading role, only for Potter's undeniably charming face to be the audience's main focus. It left a sour feeling in your mouth.
But it wasn't just that horrible premonition that annoyed you; you didn't know exactly what bugged you about him in particular but you knew it hadn't gone away with his formal handshake or well-practiced manners. In fact, that'd probably only worsened the feeling.
But there was nothing you could really do about it now. At least, not if you planned on keeping your job. You were a professional, you knew that. But that didn't mean it was going to be easy to maintain that title. You really did sigh then, and something rooted in your gut told you it was going to be a long year of shooting.
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James Potter x muggle wife!reader
Summary: James wants to take you out to one of his families' fancy parties. However, he underestimates how cruel people can be when someone is different.
Genre: Fluff, hurt and comfort / prequel - Enchanted
Warnings: swearing, insecurities, implied sexual relationship, mentions of having kids, cute banter đĽ°
JAMES POTTER MASTERLIST
The candle shimmers in the room as you sit on the cushioned chair in front of your vanity. You admire your reflection in the dusty mirror and play with the silver pin in your hair. Usually, you love occasions where you can look your prettiest but, on this particular night, dread sits in your stomach.
You feel hands on your shoulders and your head leans back onto your nape as you look up. Your smile widens when you see his dark eyes and brown curls. His hair is slick with fancy gel and the smell of his citrus cologne allows your forming nerves to relax. "Hiya, lovie." He whispers hoarsely and kisses your nose as his hands slide down your arms. It sends goosebumps up your skin.
"Hi, James." You laugh quietly and sit normally.
He smiles at you in the mirror, "Y'ready?" He asks and your smile disappears. James's eyebrows crease and he lowers his head to sprinkle delicate kisses onto your neck and collarbone. You turn around carefully so you don't wrinkle the skin-fitted, satin, slip dress you're wearing and James's eyes follow your movement as you stand up next to him. He licks his lips cheekily, "Ravishing." He mutters.
You want to look unamused, but you smile wearily, "I'm nervous." You whisper.
"Whatever for?" James raises one eyebrow.
"They hate me." You reason and fiddle with his navy blue tie, "They hate everything I represent, Jamie. I'm filth to them."
James snorts and he wraps his arms around you. He kisses your temple, "It's a party. My party. You're my girl, no one will dare mess with you. You'll see my parents and my parents adore you, Y/n/n."
"I know. Of course I know that, but with Voldemort around and all this talk â " You start to mutter but James interrupts you with a sweet kiss. When he pulls away, he's looking into your eyes with a delicately serious expression. An expression so unlike him.
"No one can hurt you when I'm around," He promises. James is always so sure of himself. Some may call it overconfidence but for your sake, you can only pray this is one of the times where his confidence means he's right.
* * *
The Potter's ballroom is made out of expensive marble and lanterns, which drift in the air, illuminate the spacious room. Classical music plays as couples dance, women in elegant dresses drink their champagne in the corners, and older men converse with fancy cigarettes drooping from their wrinkled lips.
You can't help but feel out of place as you seem to be the only one who's enchanted by those lanterns and all the fancy named dishes on silver trays which look delicious and also weirdly disgusting.
James hasn't left your side all evening. Not when he meets up with his best friends, nor when his mother calls his name and wants to introduce him to someone. He guides you with him, his hand on the small of your back, and you smile at his mum, "Hello, Mrs. Potter." You say.
Euphemia Potter beams at you and leans in to kiss your cheeks. She looks down, "What a gorgeous dress, Y/n." She exclaims.
"It's an early anniversary present from James." Your cheeks become warm as you look down at your dress bashfully.
"Good boy." Euphemia chuckles and affectionately pats James's cheek. She turns to the woman next to her, "James, this is Matilda, Orianna's daughter. You remember her from your school years, yes?"
You and James look at Matilda at the same time. She's slim and bony. Her blonde hair is curled in ringlets around her shoulders and her perfume smells extremely expensive. You can't deny she's pretty and a new, uncomfortable, feeling forms in your chest.
Euphemia continues, "Matilda was asking how you were, Jamie, and I just couldn't resist bragging about my beautiful boy."
James nods, "I remember you from Potions our sixth year." He says with a polite smile and Matilda returns the smile with an ecstatic grin.
"Exactly! Oh, it's so nice to connect with you again!" She pauses and her sharp hazel eyes snap to you, "And who is this?" Matilda asks with fake sweetness.
"Y/n Potter." You reply tensely.
"Oh, so you're married." Matilda's smile falters.
"Last summer." James interrupts. He doesn't waste time outstretching his arm and wiggling his fingers as he shows Matilda his ring. It's a normal silver band but by James's excitement, he makes it seem like his ring is the rarest jewel he's ever owned.
If you asked him, it is.
"Isn't he all grown up?" Euphemia comments and Matilda stares at you as she nods absentmindedly, "Now, James, come help me choose a drink for your wife while she makes friends with Matilda," Euphemia says innocently. You turn to protest (you can easily choose your own drink) but his mother has already led James away.
You know Euphemia always means well. You don't have many friends in James's circle and she finds it important to introduce you to as many wizards and witches she knows.
You understand but, at the same time, you don't want to be alone with Matilda. She seemed like a sweet girl in front of James and his mum, but when she has you alone you suddenly feel like a lamb in a wolf's claws.
For good reason because she asks you, "So, I don't remember you from Hogwarts, Y/n? Were you a few years above us?" She fakes a smile.
Ouch, you think, you were two years younger than James.
"I didn't attend Hogwarts."
"Beauxbaton then?"
Hesitantly, you shake your head.
"Ilvermorny? Only, I don't hear an accent." Matilda frowns.
You feel a familiar fear sink in again. Should you have lied? The way Matilda's looking at you now makes you feel uneasy, "I-" You mutter and scan the room. You can't see James anywhere and your heart jumps in your chest at Matilda's next question.
"Are you a muggle?" She squints at you and then moves away a little, her eyes shimmering with disgust, "Oh my merlin, he's married to a muggle." She says and it's loud enough for a few other guests to turn their heads towards you.
You panic and mumble a quick, "Excuse me", as you walk away from her. You can't see your husband anywhere so you wander to the first person you recognize and touch his shoulder. Sirius Black turns around, a concerned look on his face when he sees you,
"Y/n?" He asks.
"Have you seen James?" You ask quietly, feeling foolish as tears brim your eyes.
"No. What happened?" Sirius's arms reach out to hug you and you quickly bury your face in his chest. You can't even form a sentence as all you can hear is cruel whispers as you feel everyone's eyes lock onto you.
"She's a muggle. James Potter married a dirty muggle." Matilda makes a scene childishly, pointing her bony finger directly at you and the entire party feels like it suddenly comes to a halt. You knew this would happen and you want to disappear.
"Don't talk about her like that," You hear your husband snap and you move away from Sirius a little, turning your head around.
"What's happening?â Euphemia asks quietly. You make eye contact with James and the moment he sees your tears, the drink in his hand falls to the floor and shatters at his feet. Striding towards you, he swoops you from Sirius's arms and almost crushes you to his chest.
Matilda narrows her eyes at him.
"You're a pathetic excuse for a witch," James insults her, a dark look in his eyes, and you wish he would stay quiet. His mother stares at him in shock but reaches for his arm anyway,
"Jamie, it's okay." Euphemia tries to calm him down but he's visibly furious now. She turns to Matilda and her family, "How dare you slander my son's wife in that manner? You have no business being here with those foolish and cruel opinions. You can leave my house this instant."
Matilda and her mother look practically appalled, "How could you allow this monstrosity to happen, Euphemia?" Her mother asks and some families look as disgusted as she is. Others look sympathetic and most of James's close friends and family look as furious as he is.
"Monstrosity? He loves her." Euphemia defends you adamantly.
"How can you possibly love a muggle?" Matilda asks James, cheeks flushed, and this time Sirius interrupts,
"Oh, you shut up. You're just nasty and jealous because no one wants a horrible woman like yourself."
Matilda gasps and she looks at Sirius with teary eyes. When she begins to cry loudly, her tears send the entire room into a frenzy. Some jump to defend her, while others start to defend your relationship with James.
In the commotion, your husband takes your hand and quickly leads you out the doors. Outside on the front stairs, you see him take out his wand from inside his blazer and suddenly your entire body jerks. In a few seconds, you find yourself in front of your home and you clutch your stomach.
James holds your hair as you vomit and he soothes circles on your back as he apologizes profusely,
"I'm sorry, my love. I'm so so sorry."
You catch your breath and wipe your mouth with your arm. Now you feel ashamed and gross. You straighten yourself and look at James. He looks extremely guilty. "Didn't I tell you that would happen?" You ask and dramatically slump into him for a hug.
He hugs you and kisses your forehead multiple times, "It shouldn't have, my darling. Matilda is a complete nutter. I don't even know why my mum invites her and her horrible family. Honestly, I know mum means well but she can be so daft sometimes." James squeezes you in his arms.
You smile into his shoulder, "I love your mum. She's always kind to me."
James pulls away and begins to move some hair away from your face, "They should all be kind to you. You're bloody amazing. The smartest and prettiest girl I know." He feels your shoulders drop and he kisses your forehead again, "Come on," He whispers and, with his hand on your back, he leads you inside.
James runs you a warm bath and he washes your body delicately as he tries to scrub away the harsh words and screams from the evening. Then, he dresses you in one of his sweaters and when you sit on the bed you share, James starts to braid your freshly dry and combed hair. It's domestic and you start to feel as fuzzy as the sweater on your skin.
"I love you." You whisper, barely audible but James hears you anyway.
"I would certainly hope so," He tries to lighten the mood as he finishes your braid and pushes your hair over your shoulder, "Otherwise, I would wonder why you married me."
You turn around. James cautiously moves your legs over his crossed ones and he pulls you closer to him, "I would marry you in every lifetime, Jamsey." You admit and he looks pleasantly surprised by your comment.
He smirks, "Even if I was a worm?" He raises his eyebrows teasingly, clearly amused by his own joke.
"Yes. If you were a worm, I'd also want to be a worm, silly.' You reason with a small smile.
"Seems impractical," James chuckles.
You kiss him. You can taste the lasting alcohol from the fancy cocktail he drank, and run a hand into his shaggy hair. "Jamsey," You whisper, burning to hear him say the words, "Tell me you love me?"
James smirks, "I love you, baby."
"And you love me even though I'm only a muggle?" You ask softly, suddenly feeling incredibly insecure that you'll never share something that is so much of who James is. You'll never share memories from Hogwarts, or truly understand the references he makes to the childhood wizard films he loves, and sometimes it still takes you time to remember all the wizard terms he uses when he talks.
James is not pleased with your question, however, "Y/n, do you love me even though I know magic?"
"Of course I do," You answer quickly.
"Then why on earth would you think I love you any less because you don't? I married you, for goodness sakes! You have that pretty ring on your finger to remind you of how much I love you."
James takes your hand and you chuckle when he kisses down your neck, "Okay, you're right, I'm sorry." You say and you feel reassured even when you didn't have to feel insecure. James loves you the way you are. He always has. You've known this from the very first I love you.
"Come on, honey, let's go to sleep." James kisses your cheek.
"Hmm, I was thinking we should do something else," You tease, kissing your husband's nose. James smiles at you and he starts to draw little tiny hearts onto your palm.
"What's that, my love?"
"James, I wanna have a baby." You say. James freezes and his eyes round. He looks at you hesitantly, unsure of his next words,
"You want to have a baby? Now?" He asks and you nod, "I-I don't know if we should â this isn't exactly the safest time to have a kid." James reasons and your heart drops.
He sees your expression and his heart breaks, "No, no, honey. I want a baby." He clarifies, "I just don't want to worry about another love in my life. I worry about you enough, darlin'." He jokes behind some sincerity and you squeeze his hand.
"I understand, James." You look at him and try to hide how sad this situation makes you but James can tell. He can always tell.
"You really want this?" He asks softly, "Even after what happened tonight?"
You let out a choked laugh, "I suppose. I just want a mini-you so badly."
James shakes his head with a smirk, "No, you don't. You know that baby will be an absolute headache if they're anything like I was."
"It'll be worth it," You mumble seriously.
You can see James think for a moment and then he beams and says, "Tell ya what, let's have our baby, yeah?"
"Yeah?" Your eyebrows raise in question.
James pauses a moment, "But, can we plan on staying with your parents for a while until things blow over? Just as a precaution?" He looks a little embarrassed to even ask.
You frown. James wants to live with your parents? Your muggle family? Your heart swells. When you married him, you'd both agreed to live with him in his world. Only a year ago it felt like James would never consider living somewhere where he couldn't access magic.
You look at him softly, "Are you sure?"
James nods and leans in to cup your cheeks, "Anything for you, my love. You and your happiness are the most important things in my life." You feel warm spread across your body as he kisses you and helps you climb into his lap. "I love you." He whispers into your ear as his hands lower themselves to your hips.
You kiss his face, all down his neck, until your hands trail down his stomach to his belt and you attach your lips to the crook of his neck. James lets out a shaky breath, "I love you more, honey." You say and sit up to caress his cheek, "Let's make that baby, yeah?" You grin.
"Don' have to ask me twice, love." James laughs in a mumble and turns you over, his arm wrapped around the small of your back as he presses his lips to yours.
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poa!remus lupin x healer!reader one-shot ! warnings: angst ? mentions of war and death, eventual fluff word count: 4,014 masterlist
Remus Lupin was a handsome man. You had always known this, ever since fifth year when you got paired up with him in potions. It became your new favorite subject. He was not only gorgeous but bright and sharp as a whip. You could hear his sarcastic and witty comments from under his breath often, and the giggles that bubbled out of you were hard to contain. You had considered yourself decent friends, sharing more than one class with him and opting often to work together throughout your time at Hogwarts. He was even the reason you were a part of the order of the phoenix as the war broke out.Â
It was a dark time, the insecurity and the panic. The sheer paranoia that draped over everyone like a coat made of lead. You lost contact as the war ended. His best friends were dead, or traitors. His family was dead and as far as you knew he retreated until the only mention of him was the pictures on your walls. You hadnât laid eyes on the man for twelve years.Â
But Remus Lupin was still a handsome man. Older barely, tired definitely. As Dumbledore introduced him as the new defense against the dark arts professor you couldnât help but gawk. His shy smile was the same, a small curl of his lip as he looked sheepishly at the crowd of children. His light brown hair was longer than the last time you had seen him. He shaved it the year Harry was born, you always thought he looked quite good with the buzz. Matter of fact he had asked you to shave it for him. Youâd never forget the trust he had in you at that moment, nor the feel of his head, his face in your hands.Â
You had started your post as a secondary healer at Hogwarts around the same time Harry Potter turned 11. Albus insisted Madame Pomfrey needed the help, and as a trusted witch and now experienced and skilled healer after many years at St Mungoâs, you were the one for the job. After much bonding with the Potter boy, as he had the terrible habit of always needing medical care along with his friends you started to tell him, stories of his mother, of his father, and your time together at school. You suspected Albus Dumbledore was playing a game of chess. Remusâs appearance was no different. Maybe he was trying to introduce the boy to his parentâs old friends. Show him the love and care his parents had fostered with others. The way James and Lily cared for their friends like family, until their last seconds.
Lily Evans had been, until the day of her death, one of your closest friends. The two of you were basically inseparable, she always said muggle-borns needed to stick together. This closeness is what made your friendship with Remus so easy. It was like two overlapping circles of friends perfectly lining up, creating one. This also made it easy to fall in love with him. Lily always encouraged it, you could still hear the smile on her face as she spoke warmly about the man, how perfect he was for you.
Lily loved Remus. You suspected this was also the reason for his absence. Everyone deals with grief differently.
Or maybe he just really had no care for you after all?
You shook the thought away as you did your nightly duties. It was nearing the end of the first week of classes and you hadnât dared talk to Remus. You were trying to come to terms with the undeniable fact that maybe it was best that you didnât reconnect. He could teach from his classroom on his side of the castle and you could heal children from yours. Not in a bad way, but maybe in the way two people avoid each other because of too much shared pain. Because maybe looking at each other meant acknowledging how alone you were. Itâs not like he had even looked at you either. You wondered if he thought of you.Â
You thought of Lily as you cleaned. Sheâd huff at you if she heard your thoughts.Â
âAh yes Ms Y/L/N,â Dumbledore walked in, Remus in tow. The soft brown, wool sweater he wore made your heart clench. He looked like he always did, he looked like the Remus you grew up with. Not the stuffier professor robes you had seen him wearing around. âI do believe you are familiar with Professor Lupinâs-â
âpredicamentâ Remus muttered but in the silence of the night it was clear as day.Â
âah yes, ever so verbose, the professor, but you are aware yes?âÂ
Of course, you knew, you had helped him post-full moon before while you were training to be a healer. While the war felt like it would blow down your doors at any minute. you simply nodded. You resumed your task of folding the sheets, opting to do it with your hands.
You were afraid to look at him, but you knew what Dumbledore would ask.
âI trust you can make sure heâs in good shape each month then?â
You smiled softly at the headmaster, âof course sir, iâll tend to him when neededâ Dumbledore smiled and nodded as he turned, patting Remusâs shoulder as he passed and disappeared into the castle's darkness.
You could feel Remus tense up as you were left alone, you felt suffocated even in the expansiveness of the hospital wing.Â
âI have all the moon dates in my calendar professor,â the words felt foreign coming from your mouth but you couldnât bring yourself to say his name. âso please donât hesitate to tell me what arrangement youâd prefer I can go up to your room the morning after or if you feel like coming down as wellâ
Remus shifted on his feet as you spoke. He stared hard at the windows but he suspected you were also avoiding his gaze.Â
âI think I can make it up here, donât worry Iâll probably be okay,â You hummed, shooting him a tightlipped smile as he bowed his head and left. Your eyes never met.Â
Remus felt like he might suffocate at any moment. His skin felt hot under his collar and he couldnât remember if he had looked at you at all. He tried to picture your face. Had it aged at all? Had you changed? He could only think back to when you buzzed his head thirteen years ago. Your wide smile as the two of you laughed at his falling locks. It had been cathartic at the time, and he could still feel the ghost of your fingers over his face, over his head.
It was a fleeting thought, a flash of a life he had forgotten he had lived. Twelve years is an awfully long time, to not see someone.
He wondered how you had dealt with all of it. With the losses, with the absence of everyone you loved. He could feel regret worm its way into his heart. He had left you alone. You were each other's remaining friends. There was no longer anyone else, Lily and James, Marlene, and Dorcas were all dead. He presumed Mary was dead as well. Frank and Alice werenât there anymore, not mentally.
He knew you took care of them. At St Mungoâs. He caught a glimpse of you once as you came into their room. Remus had just gone to visit, talk to them, and bring them flowers. Even if they didnât seem to recognize him, Alice was entranced by the Lillies he brought. He felt content enough about it as he walked away, but then you walked into the room after. He knew you hadn't seen him, but he peeked in to observe you. With your nice smile and your caring gaze, you checked up on them, made sure they had been fed, ran through a small (although futile) therapeutic exercise with them, and put on a charm so the flowers wouldnât wilt, so they make you happy for a long time Alice. Remus hated the pang of pain in his heart. He always knew you would become a good healer. He didnât want to disrupt your life. You seemed well-adjusted. Or at least he hoped you were, but that was just the outside, and the outside doesnât always reflect the inside.
Remus knew this especially well. Â
-
This arrangement between you was barely touched on. Remus had come in only once in the two months that had passed for a small scrape on his neck. It made your fingers itch in anticipation. It was like you needed to feel needed. You knew he wasn't having the best time. He looked pale and ill and you fought the urge to drop something off at his door.Â
"Severus I need to know if you're giving him Wolfsbane" You disliked dealing with Severus Snape. You didn't trust him. Not since the incident with Lily in fifth year. And rightfully so. Regardless of the headmaster's unwavering faith in him, you were convinced he was going to screw with Remus and his job. Whether payback for things in the past or simple jealousy.Â
"I don't see how that's any of your business," He sneered at you as he turned away, walking down the dark empty halls of the dungeon's hallways.Â
"I'm his nurse-"
"He won't even let you treat him, and if you knew what was good for you," he crossed his arms. You felt as useless as when he and Lily had started arguing in fourth year. "You'd forget about him, its pathetic-"Â
You knew it was pointless to speak to the man. You often pondered if he saw glimpses of Lily in you just as you saw them in him.
You huffed as the two of you walked your separate ways. You felt sixteen again. Mindlessly, you walked to the defense against the dark arts tower. It wasn't a section of the castle you found yourself in often or at all anymore, your days as a student had long passed. You focused on the stone stairs. You felt like your hands were clammy and freezing at the same time. You didn't know if you were overstepping a boundary.Â
Classes had finished for the day, the kids ran around the castle, some greeting you some not. You didn't mind. You knocked softly at his office door with your knuckles. You suddenly felt insecure about your red robes and white apron, it was nearly identical to Poppy Pomfrey's. She said something about yours having a younger silhouette. Whatever the hell that meant.Â
"Come in," Remus's voice called out through the door. You turned the door knob hesitantly. You couldn't help but stare at the artifacts and books thrown and placed about. "Ah, welcome"
"I'm sorry for the intrusion," you still didn't dare say his name, it was stuck in your throat like a bubble of water and air that forms when you drink too fast. You felt like you might choke. "I just needed to know if you were taking a certain potion-"
Remus nodded, an understanding smile playing on his lips.Â
"I am,"
"Okay good," you trailed off as you finally looked at him straight on. His hands had stopped their task, ink-dipped feather placed back on his desk as he also stared at you. You fiddled with your fingers behind your back. "I'm sorry, Severus wouldn't answer my question and I needed to know so as to not give you anything that might react poorly-"
"It's alright," Remus bit his lip slightly, you could tell he was bouncing his leg from under his desk.
"I'll take my leave then" you turned away from him.Â
"Y/N" you stopped at the door, the cold metal handle cooling your hand. "D'you want some tea?"
You couldn't say no. Not to him. So you turned back and nodded.Â
Remus smiled softly, seemingly relieved.Â
-
Your tea time with Remus had been filled with content silence. Neither of you felt the urge to speak, it was a comfortable stillness as you sat side by side looking out his window. You didn't feel the need to express anything or address the twelve years that you were absent from each other's lives.
This felt enough for now.Â
As the sun set you left, with a thank you and a small smile. He mirrored it. You felt like a bit of weight had been lifted and you spent the rest of the night with a small smile on your face.Â
The next few weeks went along about the same, healer duties with the bonus of Remus passing by the hospital wing later on and having tea silently or you seeking him out in his office. You were afraid to talk, like you'd ruin it if you did. You felt as if your desperation to erase the last twelve years of silence and solitude might consume you.
But the full moon came around again and you desperately hoped Remus would come in the morning. For you to fuss over him, to make sure he was properly fed, to give him whatever sweets he wanted. You wanted to kiss the scars on his face as you once did, to run your fingers through his hair as you reassured him that it was over, that he was okay. Even if he kept his consciousness thanks to the potion, transformations were rough on him. You hadn't been able to even close your eyes.
You heard a knock on your door. You briefly glanced at the clock on your desk, 5:30 AM. Remus was out of it. And probably outside your door. You scrambled from your bed, closing the distance between you and the door, and cracked it open. Sure enough, the brown-haired man stood there, with his greenish-pale face and clammy skin.
"I'm sorry-"
"Remus please-" You dragged him inside, quickly directing him towards your bed. You made sure he laid down while you assessed him for any accidental injuries. As you got to work Remus watched you, the way you muttered to yourself as you read the labels to potions and serums to try and help him. Your dark blue silk gown flowed down your body, reaching right over your knee. It reminded him of a river at night. The lighter blue robe loosely tied around you pooled around ur feet as u crouched next to your medicine box.Â
âHere drink this, it should make you feel better,â you say next to him, one leg tucked under your thigh, the other hanging from the side of the bed. You brought the small vial up to his lips, one hand under his head to try to bring him up. The green liquid tasted slightly bitter but he drank the whole vial without reproach.Â
Remus sighed as he felt his body warm. You got up again, opening and closing cabinets, muttering to yourself again. You found a chocolate bar and a cloth with a sigh and walked briskly back to his side. Remus felt sadness bubble up from deep within. He thought of you all alone for so many years, he watched your face as you dabbed a warm damp cloth around his face. He hadnât noticed before, how you didnât look all that older. Tired, yes, beautiful, always. Last time he had seen you, the two of you were freshly 21 and you felt like you would eat the world raw. Now you were 33. Most people your age havenât seen half of what you had. You had a frown on your face, and your eyes reflected a deep sorrow.Â
You were so young. Remus thought of your time apart. He couldn't rationalize that he had lived so long without you.
You were both still so young.
âIâm sorry,â Remus couldnât help saying it
âYou donât have to apologize for anything Rem,â your voice was barely above a whisper, you conjured some water in the glass on your bedside table. You went to help him drink from it and he grabbed it from your hand, sitting up.
âI do though,â his eyebrows stitched together in worry, he placed the cup back in its original spot. He couldnât help but look away âI left-â
Your hands dropped onto your lap, you felt like your heart was falling out of your chest.
âYou didnât owe me anything, we just drifted-â
âLove you know thatâs not true,â your head spun at the nickname, you hadnât heard it come out of his mouth in so long. Old habits die hard. âI left you alone and weâre all the other has left.â
He shook his head and felt his eyes fill with tears. You could feel the tears start falling from yours as well.
âItâs my fault I shouldâve tried harder-â Remus laughed in indignation.
âY/N it is not your fault,â as you tried to talk, to somehow convince him and yourself that your distance had been your doing, that you had been the one to cut him off, the one to leave, he grabbed your hand. âI was the one that stopped answering calls and the door, I moved away, Iâm the one that did everything in my power to not think about what had happened and that included leaving you-"
Remus couldn't help but think the worst of himself, as he saw the tears stain your cheeks and your nose redden. You were full-on crying now, clutching his hand like he would vanish into thin air. Remus Lupin was someone who left. He knew this, he always had been, as a kid he ran from his problems. From his lycanthropy, from his mother's illness in his teenage years, from his father's sadness. He ran then, spending holidays at Hogwarts where he could pretend that the only thing that plagued him was the full moon, moving in with Sirius and Peter right after graduation. Being the first one out of the door after they had to go their separate ways for safety.
He was still a man that left. He left you as the both of you stood alone in the ruins of the family you had all built. He ran as far as he could.Â
Remus Lupin was someone who left. And he feared that the look on your face now would forever make his heart bleed. Because how could he have let himself leave you?
But you didn't see that, and if you did you didn't hold it against him. Your tear-ridden eyes shone when you looked at him. He felt like he might suffocate under your gaze. He wanted nothing more than to kiss you, for all the years he didn't, for all the times he almost did. Remus Lupin wanted to kiss you more than anything else in the world.Â
That could wait, he had already waited a lifetime anyway.
He pulled your arm until your body collided with his chest, heart to heart. His hand pressed your head close to him, your hands gripping his soft sweater until your knuckles turned white. He buried his face in your hair as you both cried, sobs trembling through both your chests. Your knees on the bed as your top half lay on top of him. You didn't care, the only thing you could think about was how he was here now, how he held you, and the way his hand rubbed up and down your back.Â
"Please never leave Remus," the words managed to escape you between sobs, and he could hardly manage to croak out a never again.
And he never would. Remus vowed to himself, at this moment with you in his arms, he'd never let go again.
He'd never leave.
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It had become a habit for the two of you, to seek each other's comfort. You'd wonder what it felt like to kiss him. Although you were close now, there seemed to be a line neither of you would cross. Wary of the other's reaction. You figured that maybe after so many years any romantic interest in you had dissipated.Â
So the habit persisted, he'd come beaten and battered after a full moon, Severus's potion-making is quite unreliable, isn't it? You figured he did it on purpose. And you'd patch the brown-haired man, only then would he pull you into his arms. Remus was soft and pliable, the exhaustion of the transformation made him melt into your body and your bed. He more often than not dragged himself to your room, even when the full moon was far, even when he felt good. He would make his way to your room, and you'd always greet him with your arms wide open and ready to press your bodies together until you fell asleep. He'd usually be gone by morning.
It was December now, and the cold made his joints feel brittle and ache.Â
He had gone directly to your room after dinner, he couldn't help but watch you as you got ready for bed. He stripped down from his robes until he was only in a loose white tee and a pair of joggers he had permanently left in your room. The aches that resonated through him often made you forget that Remus Lupin was still a young man. You were only 33. The remainders of youth highlighted the shape of his body as he threw himself on your bed. The white tee shifted upwards with his arms revealing slivers of his torso. You couldn't help but look through your mirror as you brushed your hair.Â
Your dynamic had become somewhat domestic, he'd watch you get ready and pull you into his arms to sleep together. You felt like a silly teenager, playing house. Like this was the life you were supposed to live, the soft music pouring from the record player, a soft song you heard many years ago. The type of song that makes nostalgia and melancholy settle in your heart. This was it, the life you were supposed to live was the way Remus crossed the room and pulled you by the hand. The way his arm pulled you close and you slow danced, laughing at the way you tumbled around. You deserved a soft life, one with chocolate frogs and slow rhythms. A life with laughter and joy, of feeling unjudged, of feeling safe and warm.Â
A life full of love.
And as Remus spun you around and laughter poured from both your lips you couldn't help but feel your heart swell. It felt like a warm flower bloomed in your chest as you looked at his smiling face. He slowed your spinning around the room as the song came to a close but you remained in his arms, you could feel the tip of his fingers tug slightly at a lock of your hair. You couldn't help but smile up at him between giggles.Â
"Can I kiss you?" his words were merely a whisper, like a ghost of desire. And you couldn't help but smile even wider, pulling his neck down to press your lips against his soft ones. He tasted of spearmint and chocolate, and you couldn't help but break into a smile, lips still pressed onto his. He leaned back, holding your face between his large hands. Laughter bubbled from his lips as he leaned in for a second kiss, head spinning, his lips soft but firm. He dragged his lips to your cheeks, pressing pecks on the apples of your cheeks, on your jaw, on your neck. Laughter bounced between the two of you.
Fifteen years of desire piled up to one kiss.Â
This life was the one you deserved.Â
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James Potter Dating Siriusâ Younger Sister (Head Canons)
Note: These are just random stuff, it has been sitting in my notes app for a month or so? Enjoyy
Oh boy, you are in for a wild ride; just imagine all the chaos this would bring. Best believe you always have a stupid prank to worry about around the corner when your brother and boyfriend are pranksters.
You were a year younger than Sirius, being the middle child, and Regulus the youngest, it wasnât surprising that you were kind of shunned by Walburga and Orion. Youâre a girl, you cannot pass the Black family name onto your children, you were also not the heir. Luckily, big brother Sirius quickly took you under his wing and became the parent figure in your life.
You were sorted into Slytherin, along with Regulus much to your older brotherâs dismay.
He threw a fucking fit and practically felt his soul leave his body the first time you told him. Sirius even went as far as tearing up and looking out the window, defeated. (And quite dramatically)
âYou shouldâve been a Gryffindor, Y/n! I donât even know why the sorting hat put you in that evil house!â Sirius huffed, pouting.
âRegulus is also in the same house as me, brother.â
âWell it was quite obvious that he was meant to be a Slytherin, Regulus has a stick up his a-â
Although the Marauders mainly pranks the Slytherin students, you were an exception. How could Sirius prank his adorable little sister? You donât deserve it! (also because James is a tad bit overprotective when it comes to you, Sirius just chalks it up as James being respectful to his younger sibling.)
âSiri, please donât make Reggie suffer too much.â You plead to your older brother, puppy eyes activating as you heard their plans to set a nasty prank to slytherin students earlier. Siriusâ features soften, âAlright, Iâll talk to James. Heâll be the one to decide.â He pats your head, already formulating an apology for the prank heâs sure will not be cancelled.
James has been harboring feelings ever since he saw you on the train ride to Hogwarts with Sirius in his second year, so it was quite obvious what his opinion is on the matter.
Sirius randomly starts later that evening, âProngs, Y/n was asking if you could exempt Regulus in our prank-â
âOh donât worry Iâll cancel it.â
Peter sputters âYouâll what?â
James looked at them âWhat? Letâs give them a day off.â Remus did a double take and actually sets his book down after placing his book mark. Yeah, that's how you know it's serious.
âWeâve been planning this for months-â
âDid I stutter, Wormtail?â
The hold you had on James though, seriously.
James Potter is whipped for Y/n Black.
You want some food that the house elves didn't prepare for dinner? Don't worry, James is on the case! He will run to the kitchens and bribe the house elves to make you some of your favorite dishes and what you're craving.
âWhatâs with the long face, princess?â Sirius asks, seeing you slump down next to him, looking quite defeated.
âJust some housemates, I couldnât study well because of them.â You grumbled, pulling out your Herbology textbook and trying to focus.
Prongs frowned, snapping him out of his daydreams (which were probably about you.)
âWho?â
James want names.
Who dared interrupt his sweet girlâs (still not his girl though but we donât talk about that) study session?!
Remus, being the observant sod he is, looks at Prongs, amusement swimming in his eyes as he takes in Jamesâ angry and protective form.
Remus and Peter already has a hunch that Prongs fancy Padfootâs little sister like⌠about a few months or so?
James doesnât really even try to hide it, although it was one of the greatest unsolved mysteries on how Sirius still hasnât figured it out.
âYou reckon Padfootâs just playing dumb? Even an oaf could see Prongs making heart eyes at Y/n.â Peter stated, snacking on some chocolate frogs as he sat on his bed.
Remus rolled his eyes, also sitting in his bed at their dorm room. The boys in conversation were in their quidditch practice. âHeâs quite thick, I bet he wouldnât even know until they started dating.â
âBut Y/nâs innocent- doesnât even know how lovesick James is.â
Peter was utterly wrong about that part.
You know that James likes you, although you try to ignore it, you canât.
Because you like him back.
âGo out with me?â
You felt yourself blanch, hearing the familiar cheeky voice behind you.
You nearly broke your neck as you spun around to see James holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers while sporting a nervous smile.
âDoes my brother know this?â
âDo you think Iâd still be here alive when I tell him Iâm utterly in love with his younger sister?â
Sirius almost busted a blood vessel when he found out.
Remus had to physically restrain him from lunging at James.
Yea sure, Sirius views James as his brother from another mother BUT BROTHER-IN-LAW?
âBloody hell, Pads! Calm your balls down!â Remus grunts, back hugging the boy as he desperately tries to wriggle out of his mateâs grasp.
âNo! Let me go, Moony! I just want to have a chat with Prongs!â
âChat my ass! You were about to bloody knock the living daylights out of him earlier!â
It took a while for Sirius to wrap his head around how one of his brother-from-another-mother fancies his younger sibling.
He wonât lie, he felt betrayed by James for a short amount of time. He distanced himself (for a day, lol) but of course, he couldnât stay mad at James.
Realistically speaking? James and Remus are the ones who are good enough to date you for Sirius.
âDo you love him?â
Sirius approached you one time in a random hallway. Youwere caught off guard with his question. You never saw your brother serious like that before.
âSirius, what are you talking about?â You tried to feign innocence, but Sirius saw through that.
âJames. I know he fancies you. Have you been shagging-â
You quickly clamped Siriusâ mouth with your hand, looking at your surroundings to check if anyone heard what he said.
âSalazarâs balls, brother! I still have my virtue!â You hissed, âBesides, Iâm saving it for marriage.â You told him, making his tense shoulders relax.
âAtleast thereâs something good that came out of those boring lectures Walburga taught us.â
âI am not a whore like you, brother.â You snickered, a playful smirk present on your face as Sirius slowly processed what you said.
âWhy you little-â
It would take some adjustments for Sirius as he slowly takes in the fact that you and James started dating.
It doesnt help the fact that James always proclaims his undying love for you every chance he gets, which is every time.
Although, before he even asks you to be his girl, he talked to Sirius first, asking for his blessing.
Who is Sirius to deny his little sister and Prongâs happiness?
âI just love her so muchâŚâ James sighs dreamily, watching you from the Gryffindor table as you ate in silence beside Regulus, who was uncomfortable and tries to shield you from Jamesâ looks (which he finds creepy).
Sirius can feel his eye twitch.
âCan you stop that Prongs? Just say that to her when youâre alone in a room.â
James frowned, âBut you donât allow us to be alone-â
âExactly, Prongs. I donât care if sheâs your girlfriendâwife even. Sheâs my younger sister.â
James perked up, âSo youâre alright with her being my wife?!â
Hogsmeade dates with James always.
âHoney, you donât have to get me that necklace.â
He would buy you anything and everything you land your eyes upon more than 1.5 seconds.
He frowns, looking like a kicked puppy. âBut you were staring at it!â
âIt just crossed my line of vision-â
James certainly went back and secretly bought it for you.
No one can stop him when it comes to spoiling you.
Effie and Fleamont absolutely adores you.
âSo, when is the wedding?â Effie smiled, looking at you and James expectantly
Cue Sirius choking in the background.
You blushed as James cleared his throat awkardly, a beet red blush already dusting his cheeks. âMumâŚâ
Effie blinks, acting innocent. âWhat? You guys are about to graduate from Hogwarts in⌠three months or so!â
Your family found out about the relationship.
Walburgaâs stinging slap was marked on your cheek. âHave we taught you nothing, girl?!â
Regulus watched worriedly from the side, feeling helpless as Walburga continued to shout and curse at you.
âYou good for nothing brat! I shouldâve married you off ages ago! To think youâd turn out to be your older brother⌠Leave! And never come back as you will be no longer welcomed in the house of black!â
Regulus begged to take him with you.
Having nowhere else to go, you knocked on the door of the Potter Manor tiredly, holding your suitcase and Regulus looking around nervously.
Sirius was the one who answered the door.
âshe hit youâŚâ James muttered lowly, softly placing his warm hands on your cheek.
âItâs nothing, James.â You shrugged.
âWeâve suffered worse. Iâm sure youâve known that by now.â Regulus told him quietly, not looking up from his cup of warm tea before his eyes flickered to Sirius.
From that moment on, everything seemed to be better.
Youâre happy to get out of the abusive household. Bringing Regulus with you, being reunited with your older brother, and hanging out with your boyfriend anytime you want.
Finally graduated from Hogwarts, James decided to pop the question.
âPadfoot..? You in there?â James nervously knocked on Siriusâ bedroom door.
âIn here, Prongs! Hold on.â James heard shuffling before the door opened to reveal Sirius rubbing his eyes, seemingly woken up from a nap. He opened the door to let James in his room.
Sirius eyes him, noticing how fidgety one of his best friends are, his mind assumed the worst.
âI swear to Merlin, Prongs. If you got her pregnant and donât plan to be responsible for it Iâll-â
James sputters, âWhat?! No! No oneâs having a baby!â
Sirius visibly relaxed, âThen whatâs gotten you looking so troubled?â
James pulls out a velvet box from his pocket and opened it to reveal an engagement ring.
âErm⌠Iâm not Y/n, Prongs.â
Cue a face palm from James, âIâm planning to marry your sister, not you, Pads. Iâm asking for your blessing.â
Sirius didnât think twice before giving him his blessing.
Which was why he and Regulus were dragged alongside Remus and Peter to plan a prefect surprise proposal.
âNo no, itâs a bit crooked on the right.â James told Regulus, who was setting up the picnic blanket.
âSirius, remind me again why I have decided to help this stupidly nervous sod?â He deadpanned to his brother.
âItâs for Y/n, Reggie.â
Regulus frowns, scrunching up his nose as he watches James run around like a headless chicken whoâs trying to oversee everything.
âRightâŚâ
âWhereâs the ring?!â
Regulus could only sigh as he watched James panicking and looking in every nook and cranny, searching for the velvet box with the ring insideâ that was obvious in his back pocket, where he placed it five minutes ago.
#james potter x reader#james potter x y/n#james x reader#marauders x reader#marauders headcanon#harry potter#sirius black#james potter#marauders era#remus lupin#moony wormtail padfoot and prongs
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Probably unpopular opinion but⌠James would have been a better parent than Lily, and probably would have been the one to adjust to parenthood the easiest.
oooooh, controversial, anon
i feel like my answer to this would be equally unpopular but i agree with you
and the thing is, there's no specific reason for it, either. absolutely no basis in canon (where we see examples of lily's parenthood, not james) but i just--am really biased towards my boy ykno?
in addition to viewing james as nurturing/like a caretaker, i also feel like lily was the more selfish of the two. and more independent as well. so she would take time to adjust to this entire human depending on her whereas james is a fkn sponge--he'll love having harry attached to him at all times. he was also a lonely child who adored his parents and wanted something similar to that whereas lily's family situation was, well. ykno.
so yeah, i dont know if i'd call it a better parent, exactly (james was almost def the more indulgent of the two, and would always put harry's happiness over everything, even if it could be detrimental so he had his faults) but i do think he was a natural parent and it came harder to lily.
#hi yes im back to the unpopular opinions#wdym they're a month old huh#women are demonised in media yada yada yada i know#but let me live w my silly little headcanons#major disclaimer that these r all opinions#(the fact that i have to caveat my posts lol)#its all precautionary bc ive always had the best anons but still. just in case.#i also think there was a moment of like--parental jealousy? on lily's end#where she's sad and envious at how quickly j&h got close and how easy it is for him but she has to work hard#and then she has a convo ab it with sirius#whos like 'listen its the pitfalls of being around james potter--u always feel inadequate'#(reminds me of the line from FoD where lily tells harry that being with overachievers can be tough)#and he tells her james has always been a natural carer#that doesnt mean shes bad at it. she just needs time#also he relates to her fears and anxieties more#coming from a dysfunctional family himself#so yeah#penâs asks
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Brotherâs Best Friend
Sirius Black x reader
In which Sirius Black finds comfort in the person he least expects.
The same day that Sirius Black realized his parents were Slytherins was the same day that Sirius had sworn off all Slytherins forever. It started off as a childish thing, a one-sided, unspoken attempt to get back at his parents for all of their strict rules and exaggerated lectures about the importance of his pure-blood ancestry.
When he met James Potter on his first train ride to Hogwarts, the resentment towards Slytherins grew into a shared inside joke. Something that the two of them could continuously throw around. Never mind that James Potter was from a pure-blood family as well. The joke was just another feeble attempt to get back at his parents.
And then, he met Severus Snape. And then, he met the insults and snide remarks of his Slytherin classmates. And then, he had finally decided: there was no good that came out of Slytherin.
So itâs no surprise that when his little brother, Regulus, was sorted into Slytherin a year later, Sirius was devastated. Sirius was silent during the entirety of dinner and even remained silent as he arrived in his dorm. The other boys tried not to disturb him, but they had never seen him so quiet before, and it was starting to disturb them.
âSome evening,â Peter said awkwardly, a yawn emerging from him. Remus gave him a strict look before turning his attention back to Sirius, worry evident on his face.
The silence only seemed to grow thicker until finally Sirius sighed and his words rushed out, eager for release.
âI thought he was different. This whole time I thought he wasnât like them,â Sirius began.
âI mean yeah, Slytherins can be awful, but heâs your brother,â James replied, attempting to soothe his best friend.
âVery insightful, James,â Remus said sarcastically from his side of the dorm. He leaned back against his bed frame. âBut I agree. Heâs your brother. You know him.â
âI donât think I do anymore,â he replied solemnly, his eyes sullen yet harsh.
âDonât be like that, Sirius,â said Remus, âjust talk to him.â
Sirius doesnât talk to him the next day. Or the rest of the year for that matter. He says what he has to during the summer but when school starts, he goes back to ignoring him.
Itâs not easy to pretend that Regulus doesnât exist. He started to play quidditch. He is one of the smartest in his year. And heâs always seen with a Slytherin girl that is in Siriusâ potions class. Sheâs reserved and intelligent. She seems polite enough. She talks with Lily Evans. Sheâs even pretty. But sheâs also a Slytherin and Sirius believes thatâs a good enough reason not to trust her.
Sheâs always with Regulus. They sit together in the Great Hall. They walk in the corridors together. Sirius spots her one day leaning against Regulusâ shoulder, laughing loudly at something he said. Sirius resents her for it. He hates her for knowing Regulus.
Later that day, Sirius is walking into Potions class when he spots her talking with Lily Evans. He tries to walk past unbothered, but then he hears her mention Regulusâ name.
âRegulus and I have a bet,â she says with a laugh. Sirius tries to ignore how sweet her laugh sounds.
âIs that right?â Lily chuckles and shakes her head.
âHeâs the best seeker thatâs ever been. Write it down. This Saturday. Youâll see.â
âHe really doesnât think heâll catch the snitch?â Lily wonders curiously.
The girl responds back with a small pout. âHe doubts himself a lot. I hate it. But Iâll win the bet, and heâll see.â
Sirius rolls his eyes and continues walking. What does she know? Regulus is his brother after all.
Their conversation leaves him with an irritation that follows him the rest of the day and a worry that maybe he doesnât know his brother anymore. James has tried cheering him up, but Sirius continues his sulking all day. He hardly eats anything when they sit down in the Great Hall. He goes to bed as soon as they make their way to the dorms. No one bothers him.
The next morning, the marauders donât even have to ask Sirius whatâs wrong. He wakes up determined and explains the whole situation to them.
âHe doubts himself sometimes. I hate it,â Sirius says, mocking the girl as his story comes to an end. He shakes his head furiously.
âAre you talking about y/n?â asks Remus.
âY/n? I donât even know who that is. Did you hear anything that I even said?â Sirius looks as if Remus has just deeply betrayed him.
âThe girl you keep complaining about. Sheâs Lilyâs partner in potions,â says Remus as if this is common knowledge.
âA friend of Lilyâs is a friend of mine,â says James, a teasing smile on his face.
Sirius thinks that maybe, given a different circumstance, he might have laughed. But James is supposed to always be on his side, so he makes a face of disgust instead. âYou too? Peter?â
âSheâs quite pretty,â He responds with a shrug of his shoulders.
âSheâs a Slytherin,â Sirius mutters, but itâs loud enough for the rest of them to catch it.
âReally?â Remus rolls his eyes, âI thought we were past all of the house prejudice or whatever youâd like to call it.â
âThatâs not why I donât like her,â Sirius lies, quickly defending himself. He pauses as he struggles to come up with another valid reason. He continues on anyway, âsheâs very⌠assuming. How can she possibly know how Regulus feels? Iâm his brother. If anyone knows him itâs me.â
The three of the boys share a knowing look.
âSirius,â Peter speaks up hesitantly âwhenâs the last time you even spoke to Regulus?â
Sirius isnât sure why that question hits him as hard as it does, but it hurts. Surely it wasnât that long ago. They spoke a little during last summer whenever he wasnât at Jamesâ houseâŚ
Sirius decides that he doesnât owe any of them an explanation. He stands up quickly and mutters a faint, âexcuse me.â
Siriusâ urge to run away leads him to the front of Hogwartsâ entrance. He finds it ironic that the first thing he notices as he exits Hogwartsâ front doors is the Slytherin girl, or Y/n as she sits alone near the Great Lake.
Sirius had no time to think about the reckless act he was about to make. He was fueled by the anger of Peterâs question and the fact that he really didnât know when the last time he had spoken to his brother was. He figured the only obvious option was to blame her. The girl with soft eyes and a determined expression. The girl sitting with her back against the tree, seeming not to notice the ruckus of the other students around her, not even noticing Siriusâ haste steps towards her as she stares into her book.
âY/n, is it?â he says finally as he comes to an abrupt stop in front of her. In a quick second, her eyebrows furrow and her gaze is on him. Her eyes even widen a little bit.
She takes a few seconds to respond, and in all of those few seconds, Sirius can feel himself growing impatient. Before she can even finish saying yes, Sirius cuts her off.
âItâs a bit cold out here to be reading donât you think?â his tone is harsh.
âWhat?â she replies confused, and Sirius almost feels bad. Almost.
âItâs just that itâs cold, and youâre not even wearing a jacket andâŚâ Siriusâ voice begins to falter. His pride doesnât let him stop. âIâm Regulusâ brother.â
She nods. âI know that,â she says sharply.
Sirius is immediately taken aback.
âFine. Who are you anyway, his girlfriend or something?â he replies back with the same sharpness in his tone.
She laughs loudly enough to surprise him. He looks at her in confusion, and she shakes her head. âWho are you to ask something like that? You wonât even look at him.â
Sirius tries not to let that hurt him, but it does. âIâm his brother.â He keeps saying this. Heâs hoping that after saying it enough times this simple fact will make up for everything else.
âNo. Iâm not his girlfriend,â she replies.
âYou just seem to always be with him,â Sirius presses on, and he knows he shouldnât, but some pathetic part of him feels like by talking to her, heâs kind of talking to Regulus.
âHeâs my best friend.â With those simple words, Sirius has the daunting feeling that he has completely lost his brother. He doesnât say anything for a few seconds, and Y/n just stares up at him curiously.
âWhy are you speaking to me, Sirius?â she asks after moments of silence.
âI donât know,â he admits because isnât it just the truth? He doesnât know.
Y/n continues to stare at him, and it kind of annoys Sirius until she finally says, in a calm voice, âTalk to him before the match tomorrow.â
Sirius doesnât really understand, but before he can ask, sheâs adding on.
â âGood luckâ or âyouâre going downâ I donât care what it is. Talk to him.â And with that, she goes back to her book.
Sirius is going to talk to him. The game is about to start, and Regulus is right there. Heâs going to talk to him any minute nowâŚ
Regulus is already focused on the game. Most people have a hard time understanding Regulus, but to Sirius it comes naturally. He can see the way worry flickers across his face before immediately being pushed away. He feels the urge to reach out, to comfort him. And now he understands why Y/n had asked him to say something; he understands her conversation with Lily.
The whistle blows and Regulus is about to fly when Sirius blurts it out.
âGood luck,â he says to Regulus. Regulus is undoubtedly surprised. His eyebrows raise, and heâs quiet for a few seconds.
Then, he simply nods, âSure, you too.â
Regulus doesnât sound bitter. The interaction between them almost feels natural. Sirius smiles lightly. Although, it doesnât take long for the brief happiness to subside into a feeling of guilt. He spent so much time resenting his brother for something outside of his control. He has a sinking feeling that he was wrong.
He tries to find Y/n in the stands, and when he does he breathes in sharply at the sight. She is smiling so brightly that he finds it difficult to look away. He hates to admit it, but he thinks he might have been wrong about her too.
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Forbidden love, has to hide it from everyone around them, likes doing the nasty in places they could get caught (quite the thrill) and they end up getting caught
Could this be a prompt for any of the ones you are currently writing or future ? đŤĄđ
mhm, mhm, mhm, loved it - give me 14 of them. [I knew I wanted to do this pairing for it, and finally got around to it!] also, since we're obviously fluff-city and happy-ending central over here, it's low on angst
Remus the Sibling Stealer
poly!moonwater x Potter!sister who need to find better hiding spots [1.2k words]
CW: first part is mature/18+, NSFW, oral (m receiving), professing love, sibling dynamics
You felt vindicated in your efforts when you chanced a look up at the boys above you and were gifted with the most beautiful image.Â
It seemed Regulus was only still upright thanks to Remusâ grasp around his middle; scarred hands resting languidly at Regulusâ bare hips thanks to the fact that his trousers were currently situated around his ankles.Â
Regulus was wrecked; his head thrown back and resting on Remusâ shoulder and his mouth hanging open in a silent moan as Remus worked another love bite into his neck.
âYouâre missing quite the show, Reg; our girl looks gorgeous from up here.â He murmured into Regulusâ shoulder, earning him a pitiful whimper as Regulusâ neck appeared incapable of lifting the weight of his head.
âCome on, pretty boy; look at her.â He encouraged, placing his palm at the back of Regulusâ head and positioning it so that his face was pointed resolutely at you.
The sight was almost too much for you; Remus looking down at you like you looked good enough to devour whole from above Regulusâ shoulder, his hand roving the expanse of Regulusâ waist, and Regulusâ red and teary face looking down at you like you were both his salvation and damnation.Â
âFuck, fuck, I canât. Iâm- I canât, Iâm gonna-â
You responded simply by taking his cock further into your throat and humming in acknowledgement as you felt him tense.
âFuck baby, Iâm-â
And you swallowed; your throat constricting around him as he fell over the edge, coming with a cry.
You fell back onto your heels as you caught your breath and looked up at the pair; Remus petting Regulusâ hair down from its rather rumpled state as he, too, caught his breath.Â
âMerlin, youâre bloody good at that.â Regulus breathed at last, causing Remus to bark a surprised laugh.
âIs that how you say thank you, Black? Weâll have to work on your manners.â Remus taunted as he patted his hip.
âI thought you Sacred 28 children were raised to be gentlemen.â You teased as well.
Regulus grumbled miserably as he bent down to retrieve his pants. âIâd appreciate it if you refrained from speaking about my parents while my dick is out, amour.â
âDid Reggie just say dick!?â You squealed in laughter. âHow terribly uncouth.â
âWould you lower your voice.â He hissed at you then; tone harsh but face dutifully lovestruck. âLest you wish our brothers to hear.â
âLest.â You snorted as you went to stand; Remus quickly at your side to help you up.Â
âWe really need to tell your brothers soon, you two.â Remus added solemnly, causing both you and Regulus to groan in unison.
âListen, if they find out, itâs me theyâre going to castrate.â
âAnd?â Regulus asked as he buttoned his trousers.Â
Remus glared at him.Â
âBut theyâre so dramatic, Rem.â You whined as you sat on an overturned crate.
Was the secret passageway between Honeydukes and the castle an ideal place for canoodling with your brother's best friend and your brotherâs best friendâs brother?
No.
But when you had brothers like Sirius and James, who had a charmed map of the entire castle that told them exactly where everyone was at any given time (thanks to your horribly stupid boyfriend [boyfriend? Could you call Remus that when the three of you only ever met in private? Youâd have to ask him] who helped create said map), options were limited.Â
âI donât like lying to them.â Remus argued then.
âYou think we do?â Regulus asked, to which you and Remus answered âyesâ quickly. âYeah I do.â He relented.Â
âI really donât feel good about it guys andâŚI, I donât know, I love you guys and I want to be able to love you all of the time, not just some of the time.â Remus admitted softly then.
You and Regulus each seemed completely dumbfounded by both the admission of love and the vulnerability of your [yup, you were definitely going to start calling him your] boyfriend.
âWell how the hells am I supposed to argue with that?â Regulus spat with no ire as he pulled Remus in for a kiss.Â
âWhat do you say, dove?â He asked you as he and Regulus pulled apart. âDo you have an argument for that?âÂ
Yes.
You had plenty.
First of all, you didnât want to share this with your brother because he would react in one of two ways: he could either a) be horrified and try to forbid the three of you from seeing one another or [and perhaps more disturbingly] b) be so overjoyed at the idea of love that he becomes a unwelcome quasi-fourth in your relationship.
But Remus loves you. Loves.
And perhaps more importantly, you love Remus, and this was important to Remus.
Son of a bitch, âFine.â You harrumphed.Â
âYeah?â He asked hopefully around a laugh, Regulus smiling at you as they came to stand above you.
âYeah.â You breathed out as Remus took both sides of your face in his hands and brought his lips to yours.
âMy sweet girl.â He murmured reverently.
You smiled up at him as Regulus pressed a kiss to his cheek.Â
âSo are we really doing this? Are we actually going to tell them?â
âTell who what?â Jamesâ voice echoed through the passageway; the three of you whipping your heads towards the sound to see James and Sirius coming around a corner.Â
And it appeared that, despite your best intentions, none of you were quite willing to actually share the news with your brothers/best friends.
But apparently, you didnât have to.
Apparently, your well rumpled hair from Regulusâ hands, your swollen lips and smudged mascara, Regulusâ belt hanging loose and his uniform shirt still untucked from his trousers, and Remusâ awkward shift in an attempt to hide his bulge which was still at half mast (though falling quickly now) said it all.
âWha-â Sirius started, though the question died on his lips as he continued scrutinising the three of you.Â
âIâŚI donât- I donât understa- IâŚ.â James tried then, also to no avail.Â
Peter - the bastard - took that moment to appear around the corner then, lifting his head from fiddling with his wand to see the three of you standing there being stared down by James and Sirius like you were in some off-brand western standoff.Â
âOh? Oh! Oh⌠are you guys shagging?â He asked ineloquently.Â
That seemed to restart your brothersâ brains as they both shouted âmy brother!?â and âmy sister!?â in unison.Â
âRem, itâs been nice knowing you and your bollocks.â You murmured solemnly.Â
âSeconded.â Regulus agreed before the two of you took off in a sprint down the passageway and away from your brothers, boyfriend, and Peter.
âMerlin, Moony; you really know how to pick âemâŚleaving you to the wolves like that.â Peter laughed as he carried on ahead; slapping a hand on Remusâ back as he passed whilst Sirius and James continued standing there with their mouths agape.Â
âDoes it make it any better to know that Iâm absolutely head-over-heels in love with them?â Remus asked cautiously then.
âMinutely.â James gritted out then, earning him an elbow in the gut from Sirius.Â
âI expect to be allowed two weeks of moping and muttering.â Sirius bargained.
âOne week.â Remus countered.
âNine days.â James tried then.
"Eight?"
"Eleven." Sirius countered.
"Nine." Remus backtracked.
James and Sirius shared a look before James turned his gaze back to Remus. "Deal."
âFuckinâ hells.â Sirius griped as he ran a heavy hand down his face. âThis was not on my bingo card this year.â
âSorry mate.â Remus offered then, earning him a glare from his best friend.
âNo youâre not, you brother-fucker.â
This was going to be a long nine days.
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sirius black x reader
sirius is/was winning so fred fic tomorrow and jolene part 3 soon! this is a sad one beware. y/n is an implied gryffindor.
"i thought you'd might like to see this harry." sirius was stood in his old bedroom at grimmauld palace, holding a picture. it was the christmas holidays, so harry, ron and hermione were back. back at the order headquarters.
harry peered over sirius' shoulder to see that he was holding a photograph. a photograph which was now a little tattered due to age.
"what.. is it?" harry asked, curiously.
"the original order of the phoenix, look its your mother and father." sirius answered, and he was right. harry saw his parents smiling and waving at the camera, it made his heart ache.
to the side of lily and james was sirius, as handsome as ever, his hair shorter, and he was smiling. not at the camera but at the girl next to him. harry had never seen the girl before but he looked at her, noticing she too was smiling and waving like his parents, however she didn't seem to have noticed sirius was looking at her.
"marlene mckinnon" harry brought his attention away from the mystery girl to look at who sirius was pointing at.
"she was killed two weeks after this photograph was taken.. they got her whole family." sirius grimaced.
harry frowned, looking around at the picture again. he saw a younger, less rugged remus. frank and alice longbottom who were tortured using the cruciatus curse by bellatrix lestrange. the sight of their smiling faces made harry feel a pang of sympathy for neville.
but harry couldn't stop looking at the girl who was next to sirius. as he watched the picture play again and again, he noticed that she was laughing and sirius was too.
"uhh.. sirius?" harry spoke up, looking at sirius who also seemed to be staring at the mystery girl.
"yes harry?" sirius brought his eyes away from the photograph to look at harry.
"who's that girl next to you in the photograph?" harry asked, hoping he hadn't touched a nerve.
he saw sirius wince which made harry regret asking so he started apologising profusely.
"no it's okay harry, that is y/n l/n." harry recognised your name vaguely.
"who.. is she?" he asked.
"she is.. was one of my best friends at hogwarts. an honorary marauder if you will. skilled at charms and one of the funniest people i have ever met." sirius smiled fondly.
harry noticed sirius's change in tense.
"you don't have to answer but is she...?" harry trailed off but sirius knew what he meant. he nodded, sadly. harry's heart dropped, however he had realised where he had heard your name before.
harry was under his invisibility cloak, listening in to mcgonagall, flitwick, hagrid, fudge and madam rosmerta talking about sirius black.
"you say you remember him at hogwarts, rosmerta" murmered mcgonagall. "do you remember who his best friend was?"
"naturally.. never saw one without the other, did you? the number of times i had them in here - ooh they used to make me laugh. quite the double act, sirius black and james potter." madam rosmerta laughed.
harry had felt his heart dropped, at the time he thought sirius was guilty.
"precisely" said mcgonagall. "black and potter. ringleaders of their little gang."
"they'd all come in here lots. i remember. it was always the same group. that little peter pettigrew was there."
"he looked up to those two." mcgonagall sighed. "such a shame for him, poor boy."
"they used to come with a girl sometimes as well. pretty, always smiling." rosmerta said, making harry's ears prick up. they were probably talking about his mother.
"oh.. y/n l/n." mcgonagall suddenly seemed upset. harry had not heard this name before.
"she was such a talented young witch. always top of the class in charms." flitwick sighed.
"black was mad about her, i remember that rightly." madam rosmerta reminisced. "used to always buy her butterbeers, flirted with her all the time. she always had none of it, shooing him off"
harry's breath hitched.
"i don't know rosmerta." hagrid interjected "i think it went both ways."
"it was such a shame what happened to that poor poor girl. she would've been a great a witch. heavens.. sirius might not have turned out the way he did if she hadn't have died." mcgonagall's voice wobbled.
"now, now minerva don't get upset, it couldn't be helped." fudge comforted her, and your name wasn't brought up again.
""i remember.. madam rosmerta saying something about her. how she was friends with you." harry eventually spoke aloud. he had left out the parts of her and sirius and her death.
"oh we were, in fact i remember the day i first met her very clearly." sirius smiled.
you were scared, well of course you bloody were! it was your first day at a new school and you didn't know anyone. you didn't even know how to get on to the platform. apparently you were a "muggle-born." your parents weren't magic and it had come such a shock to you when professor mcgonagall showed up on your doorstep on your eleventh birthday claiming you were a wizard. madness.
you had arrived at the station, saying goodbye to your parents when you approached platforms 9 and 10. was this some sort of joke? how did you even get on?
"excuse me." you heard a voice pulling you from your thoughts. it was a woman, she was with a man and a boy who looked like he was about your age.
"would you like help getting on the platform, dearie?" the woman smiled kindly at you.
"yes please." you smiled.
"it's my son james' first year as well." you looked at the boy with messy dark hair and glasses. he grinned cheekily at you which you returned.
after the woman (euphemia, you learnt her name was) helped you get to the platform, you were left in the company of her son.
"hi. i'm james." he smiled.
"i'm y/n." you smiled back.
"you want to sit with me on the train?" he asked you, noticing your slight nervousness.
"yeah thanks." you followed james into a carriage on the train and you began small talk.
your talking was interrupted, however, by another boy entering the carriage. he was handsome, with long dark hair and a charming smile.
"can i sit here, i'm hiding from this kid severus, i spilt pumpkin juice all over him by accident" the boy chuckled.
james grins at this. "of course." he says.
"i'm sirius black." the boy smiles at james.
"james potter." he replies.
sirius turns his attention to you.
"and whats your name darling?" he cheekily smiles.
"call me darling again and i'll punch your brains out." you smile at him innocently. "but it's y/n."
sirius roared with laughter to which you grinned back.
"well y/n.. i think we're gonna get along just fine." he said. and he was right you were best friends since that very day.
sirius was smiling at the memory which made harry feel a little happier.
"were you.. dating?" harry blushes slightly.
sirius doesn't seem too bothered.
"no we weren't, my biggest regret was not telling her i loved her. especially after... it happened. lily told me she was head over heels for me." sirius faltered.
"now that i think about it.. it was quite obvious."
"AND BLACK'S GOT THE QUAFFLE AND HE SCORES!! 10 POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR." you shouted into the microphone. you had been the quidditch commentator since your third year and even now, two years later, it was still a role you took pride in.
you were stood next to mcgonagall in the box when you saw a slytherin beater aim for sirius' face.
"AND THE SLYTHERIN BEATERS HAVE ATTEMPTED TO HIT THE BLUDGER AT BLACK. PLEASE DON'T, WE DON'T WANT TO WRECK HIS PRETTY FACE." you shout.
"L/N, STICK TO THE GAME." mcgonagall shouted, but she didn't seem too annoyed. the crowd laughed.
"sorry professor, sirius was distracting me." you smile and you see sirius fly near your box and grin at you.
as the game went on, you continued to make some biased comments about gryffindor. and continued flirting with sirius. it was extremely common in your friendship,for the two of you to act like an old married couple. you'd never admit it to him but you really liked the boy.
"YOU DIRTY CHEATING SCUM, YOU ABSOLUTE BASTARDS." you jeered, when you saw the slytherin chasers slam themselves in to james.
"Y/N L/N, I'M WARNING YOU." mcgonagall shouted but she was just as annoyed.
"OH BUT HERE'S BLACK TO SAVE THE DAY, ISN'T HE A CHARMER, POTTER PASSES THE QUAFFLE TO BLACK AND HE SCORES AGAIN!! JUST BRILLIANT, ISN'T HE?" you ignore mcgonagall. you see sirius blowing a kiss at you.
you laugh, and then you're nudged by mcgonagall AGAIN.
you notice shes pointing at the golden snitch.
"THE GOLDEN SNITCH HAS BEEN SPOTTED AND THE SEEKERS ARE NECK AND NECK. WHOEVER CATCHES THIS WILL WIN AND- MCKINNON! SHE'S DONE IT! MARLENE MCKINNON HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH. GRYFFINDOR WIN 270-80!!" you shout, and do a dance. sirius sees you and chuckle.
you run down from the box and straight onto the pitch and hug sirius tightly.
"you were great sirius." you smile.
"i know." he winks at you.
your cheeks heat up as you smack him round the back of the head.
"idiot!"
"she was murdered." sirius's tone in voice suddenly changed, brining harry out of his train of thiught.
"murdered for being a muggle-born, murdered for not ratting out lily and james." sirius said, angrily.
harry's eyes widened.
"disgusting." sirius looks down.
"i loved her. and they took her life from her. like they did with the mckinnons. like they did with your parents." sirius put his hand on harry's shoulder.
"the war is cruel." sirius sighs, looking back at your smiling face on the photograph. "you should tell people you love them when you can."
and with that sirius turned away from harry, harry expected this was to subtly tell him to leave. which he did. he needed to tell ron and hermione about this. as he shut the door, he could've sworn he heard a small cry from sirius.
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wish you talked to me
in which james potter is oblivious about his feelings, and it takes lily evans to help him realize it
PAIRING: james potter x ravenclaw!reader
WARNINGS: given last name, given middle name, angst, banter, slight arguing, mentions of death eaters, REGULUS LEAVES GRIMMAULD PLACE, oblivious james, jealousy, fluff ending
WORD COUNT: 3.0k
The house was empty, her footsteps could be heard from across the property. Y/Nâs parents had left her home alone for a âmuch needed vacation.â She knew what they were really doing.
Theyâd asked her before to join, she declined. They then grounded her, taking away her wand and blocking the Floo so that she was stuck in her prison. Her father had been friends with âVoldemortâ during their time at Hogwarts, and her mother did anything her father said. The perfect wife.Â
Y/N vowed she would never be like her mother. Not that she blamed her; standing up to her father took a whole other level of courage neither of them possessed.
Since her parents' departure, sheâd been writing letters to Regulus, planning his escape from 12 Grimmauld Place. He had also tired of Walburgaâs antics, and she couldnât blame him.
If she was being honest, it was surprising how long he stayed, but Y/N was proud regardless. At first, she'd offered her home as his new residence but quickly realized her parents would sell him out without thinking twice. Then she came to a revolution so simple that she was shocked she hadnât thought of it first.
Why separate siblings?
Owling James Potter was something she never thought she would have to do. Itâs not that they werenât friends, quite the opposite, but they saved their talking for when they were back at Hogwarts. She got a howler back from James (and Sirius) immediately, expressing their eagerness to house him, and from Sirius, his gratitude for helping his little brother.Â
The plan began August 25th, at Midnight. Regulus ensured his parents were asleep, jumping out of the window and onto his broom. He leviated his trunk behind him, and after meeting up with Y/N at her home, flew the rest of the way together to Potter Manor. Minutes into their flight, a massive storm hit them.
Y/N groaned, yelling over the thunder. âMerlin, this is dismal!âÂ
They practically dropped to the ground, sighing in relief. Regulus was fine, but Y/N, who was not a quidditch player by any means, was not used to flying for long periods of time.
When Regulus brought that up before their flight, she laughed. âIâd do anything for you, Reg, you know that.âÂ
They approached the red door (fitting, Y/N thought, for the most obnoxious Gryffindor sheâd ever known.) She laughed. Poor Mrs.Potter, she must have found James and his father's bold nature tiring, especially being the only Slytherin in the house. They hadnât even knocked before it cracked open, Euphemia standing on the other side, sporting a beautifully elegant smile.Â
âHello dears. Come in, the storm must have caught you.âÂ
Y/N nodded. âHardly.âÂ
Fleamont stood behind his wife, smirking. âHardly? Youâre positively drenched.â He reached grabbing Regulusâs things. âThank you for escorting Regulus, Ms.Baudelaire.â
âItâs not a problem, really. Heâs my best friend. Iâd-âÂ
A pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her off the ground. âY/N/N!!!â He squeezed my waist. âGodric, itâs good to see you.â He leaned down, whispering in her ear. âYouâre looking great.âÂ
She blushed, playfully hitting at his chest before giving up and hugging him back. Sirius and Regulus looking at each other knowingly. The two sixth years had been dancing around their feelings for years, and practically everyone in school knew they were destined.Â
âItâs nice to see you too, Jamie.âÂ
James released his hold, eyebrows furrowed at the fact that she was soaking wet. âWhy are your clothes soaked through?âÂ
She laughed, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly. âItâs a funny story, really.â Â
Sirius interrupted. âYour clever little girlfriend-âÂ
She sighed, glaring at the boy. âIâm not his girlfriend.âÂ
âWhatever. Your not-girlfriend had the clever idea of flying all the way here in the rain.â
James looked back at the girl, who was now staring anywhere but him. âIs that true?âÂ
âI-â Y/N looked to Regulus for help, who simply shrugged. She glared, he was so unhelpful sometimes. âYes?âÂ
James scoffed, crossing his arms. âThatâs rather irresponsible of you, donât you think?â
She raised her eyebrows, laughing. âOh, that's hilarious. Youâre such a hypocrite, James.âÂ
âAsk to use my floo next time instead of putting your life in danger.âÂ
âI have an honest question for you, Potter. Do you think before you talk? Merlin, I couldnât use the floo! Can anyone tell me why?â She looked around the room. âHm?âÂ
Regulus murmured. âBecause the floo can be traced.âÂ
âThank you, Regulus.â She looked back at James with a look of satisfaction. âBecause it can be traced. I thought this through James, but the next time my best friend is running away, Iâll be sure to let you know my every move.â She scoffed, mumbling. âI didnât realize you were my handler.â Â
He sighed, reaching out. âI didnât mean it like that.âÂ
She ducked out of his way and quickly addressed his parents. âMr. and Mrs. Potter, thank you for taking Regulus into your home. I hope I can visit soon.âÂ
Euphemia nodded. âAnytime, my dear.âÂ
Fleamont looked outside. âIf you would like, you could stay the night. The storm is getting rather out of hand.âÂ
Y/N shook my head. âMy parents return tomorrow. I have to make it look like Iâve been in the house before they get back. Cleaning and such.â She smiled softly. âBut thank you.â She turned to Regulus, winking. âDonât get into any trouble while Iâm gone.âÂ
He rolled his eyes, hugging her tightly. âHow can I, youâre taking it all with you.âÂ
She laughed, her eyes watering. âBe safe Reggie.âÂ
âYou too Y/N/N.âÂ
She nodded toward Sirius. âBlack.âÂ
âBaudelaire. Thank you for taking care of my little brother. He needed a good influence in his life.âÂ
âI think youâll do just fine.â He smirked, and she muttered. âFor the most part.â Y/N turned to James last, sarcasm dripping from her voice. âAm I permitted to go?â Â
She didnât wait for a response, walking out of the front door and mounting her broom. The door whipped open, and James practically fell out. open, and James ran out.Â
âWhat do you want, Potter?â Y/N fought the urge to roll her eyes.
âYou know thatâs not what I meant.âÂ
âOh, really? Then what did you mean by it? Because it sounded like I need to run everything by you.âÂ
âYou know that I worry about you. I-â He paused. âYou know I care about you. Your safety is important to me.âÂ
She sighed, leaning towards him.
âThanks, James, but I can take care of myself.â She flew higher, grinning. âSee you at school!âÂ
It was odd, being friends with the man sheâd had a crush on since second year. She had barely been able to admit it to herself, let alone Pandora and Regulus. Theyâd hung out much more than normal, getting lunch whenever they had free time. Alice Longbottom practically flew done the hall, grabbing Y/N by the shoulders.Â
âHave you heard?âÂ
She laughed. âHeard what, Alice?âÂ
She squealed. âThereâs going to be a ball!â Â
Y/N laughed again. âYou mean the ball that happens at the same time every year?â
âYes, but thereâs a twist.â She smiled. âSixths years are invited!âÂ
âRowena! Are you serious? When?âÂ
James laughed. âYou just found this out? Weâve known about this since May when we snuck into Minnieâs office.âÂ
Y/N rolled my eyes, glaring playfully at the boy. âWell, not everyone can break the school rules whenever they please, James.â
Alice hummed in agreement, walking away while muttering something about how she had to tell Frank.
Y/N smiled longingly. âThose two are made for each other.âÂ
James looked down at her, his cheeks flushing. âYeah, they are.â He cleared his throat. âHave any idea whoâll ask you?âÂ
âNo idea. I think Iâll go alone. Stag, if you will.â
âVery funny.â He nudged her. âBut thatâs rubbish. Anyone would be lucky to have you. Youâre gorgeous.âÂ
Y/N looked up at him, eyes wide. âReally?âÂ
He gulped. âYeah. Of course.âÂ
Her jaw was weak as she stared at him. A student brushed past her, and she realized that they were in public, directly in front of the Great Hall. âWe better get to lunch, or Sirius will eat our food.âÂ
James laughed. âOf course, right as always.â He held his arm out. âAfter you.âÂ
She giggled, throwing her head back. âWhy thank you.âÂ
Weeks had gone by, and James still hadnât asked her. The sixth years decided to meet in the library and study together for an upcoming potions exam, when the topic of the ball came up yet again. Y/N grew quiet, literally burying her face inside her book.Â
Alice leaned forward, whispering. âSo James, who are you taking to the ball?âÂ
James groaned. âI uh..â he trailed off, âI donât know. I might askâŚâ Y/N looked up, immediately making eye contact with him. Shit. âI might ask Evans.âÂ
The table froze as Lily walked up behind him. She tilted her head. âWhat about Evans?âÂ
James cleared his throat, turning around sheepishly. âEvans. Hi. I- Do you want to go to the ball with me?âÂ
Lilyâs eyes widened, and she looked over at Y/N, Sirius, and Remus. The Ravenclawâs eyes watered, but she smiled all the same. He wasnât hers, and she knew that Lily had liked James at one point. Y/N didnât want to take that away from her, seeing what it would be like to date him. She looked back at James hesitantly, nodding. âSure. Iâd love to.âÂ
Y/N harshly wiped away the tears, standing up. Her chair scratched against the floor, and the whole of the study hall looked over. She smiled, waving. âIâm finished. So Iâm just-â She hiccuped, slapping a hand over her mouth. âI- Iâm so sorry, I donât know whatâs wrong with me.âÂ
James looked at her sadly, but Y/N couldnât find it in her to care. âIâm-â She stalked off toward McGonagall, handing her her papers. Â
The older witch whispered, placing a comforting hand on the girlâs shoulder. âMs. Baudelaire, are you alright?âÂ
She smiled, nodding. âOf course, Professor. Why wouldnât I be?âÂ
Spinning on her heels, she walked past her friends without a second look. The door seemed to be a thousand miles away, and she started running toward it. The hall made her let out a sigh of relief, and she dropped to the floor, staring blankly.Â
Sirius crouched down. âYou alright Baudelaire?âÂ
Remus scoffed. âSheâs obviously not fine, Pads.âÂ
âWell I was just-âÂ
Y/N smiled. âItâs alright Remus. He was just being nice.âÂ
Sirius nodded, smirking at the werewolf. âYeah, Remus.â He sat beside her and sighed. âHeâs a right prat, Y/N. If he canât see how mad you are about him, or how mad he is about you, then heâs blind.â He murmured. âTechnically he is legally blind.âÂ
Remus nodded in agreement. âWhy donât you just go with a group of friends? That would be⌠fun.â
Regulus stood beside Remus, staring sympathetically. Y/N smiled. âDo you and Dora want to make it a party?âÂ
Regulusâs eyes widened, and he mumbled. âI- I actually invited her as my date.â
She laughed, slapping a hand over her mouth. âIâm sorry, itâs not funny. Thatâs-â She smiled kindly. âThatâs really great, Reggie.âÂ
âYou can still come with us if you want.âÂ
âNo thanks, Reg.â She shook her head. âI donât think Iâll go.â
Sirius smirked, standing up and extending a hand. âY/N Beatrice Bauldeaire, will you go to the ball with me?âÂ
Y/N glared. âSirius donât ask me because you feel badly.âÂ
He scoffed. âPlease, Baudelaire. Youâre hot, Iâm hot. It makes sense.â
âI-â She tilted her head, blushing from the compliment. âThatâs a fair point.â She took his hand, standing up. âThank you, Sirius.âÂ
âIâm lucky to have you.â
Her heart stopped. âAnyone would be lucky to have you. Youâre gorgeous.â
Jamesâs messy hair peaked out of the study hall, walking over to the four students. He looked shy, which was unbeffiting of him. She felt satisfied, he should feel bad. âAlright?âÂ
Y/N stared at the ground, nodding. âFine.âÂ
He nodded back. âGood.âÂ
She looked up, glaring at him. âMore than fine. Iâm going with Sirius to the ball.â Â
Jamesâs eyebrows rose. âPadfoot? And you? Is this a joke?âÂ
She tilted her head. âWhereâs the joke? Sirius is hot; Iâm hot. And better yetâŚâ She walked up to him, crossing her arms. âHe knows what he wants.âÂ
Sirius laughed, falling against the wall. Remus covered his smirk with his hand.Â
âMerlin. Okay.â He smiled bitterly. âWell, have fun, Baudelaire. Iâll see you at the ball.âÂ
âSee you.â She looked back at her friends, waving, and walking back to Ravenclaw Tower.
James turned to his best friends, thoroughly confused. âWhat is wrong with her?âÂ
Remus rolled his eyes. âYou are oblivious, Prongs.âÂ
Sirius pushed off the wall, nodding. âYouâre screwed.â
The girls decided to all get ready together, crowding into the Gryffindor girlâs dorm.Â
Alice was going with Frank, (obviously), Mary with Amos Diggory, Marlene with Dorcas, Pandora with Regulus, and Lily with James (she was still apoligizing.) Their dresses were all from Madam Malkinâs, customized to their personalities and, as Marlene said, overall aura.Â
She wasnât wrong. Marleneâs dress matched her perfectly, a sparkly black gown with a high slit and a deep v neck, she looked like she was the moon, which was perfect, considering that Dorcas was the definition of the sun.Â
Lily chose green, Alice chose pink, Mary chose yellow, Pandora chose blue, and Y/N chose a cream dress with flower detailing. They looked like princesses.
The rest of the girls left soon after they finished getting ready, but Y/N lingered. Sometimes, she wished she had just said no to Sirius, and stayed in her room, sleeping through the night instead of dancing. Yet here she was, walking down the Gryffindor steps and holding her breath when she looked down at Sirius.Â
âYou look gorgeous.âÂ
Y/N rolled her eyes. âPotter.âÂ
He laughed. âBack to Potter now?âÂ
She didnât even dignify him with a response, turning to Sirius. âReady to go?âÂ
He nodded, winking. âAfter you, my lady.âÂ
She grinned, smacking his arm. âShut it.âÂ
The ballroom was exquisite, covered with freshly bloomed flowers, and golden and silver trees. The floor was white marble, and the bandâs instruments were mirroring the trees, also being gold and silver. Y/N leaned her head on Siriusâs shoulder, mumbling. âItâs gorgeous.âÂ
âIt is.â She followed his gaze, smiling.Â
âGo talk to him, Sirius.âÂ
âReally?â He looked down. âAnd leave you here?âÂ
âWell, I didnât say all night. This is a ball you know. I expect to dance.âÂ
He laughed. âWhy have we only just become friends?âÂ
She rolled her eyes. âI have no idea. Now go.â She walked over to the punch, taking a glass before sitting beside Lily. âAnd how is your evening?â
âPotter will not stop talking about you and Sirius.â The redhead complained.
âIâm sorry.âÂ
âNo, Iâm sorry.âÂ
âLilyâŚâÂ
âI should have never said yes. It was-âÂ
âLily, you are not the one who needs to apoligize.â Y/N laid a hand over hers. âYouâre a good friend.â
Jamesâs unruly hair came into view, and she stood, smiling once more at the redhead. âHave fun. Iâll be dancing.âÂ
The ball had been raging for hours, and Y/N had spent most of her time dancing with 3/4thâs of the Marauders. Her legs were aching, and she walked away, grabbing another glass of punch and sitting down, leaning her head back. Rowena, she thought, how do they do it? Some of her classmates hadnât left the dance floor the entirety of the dance. It was heartwarming, sheâd decided, seeing all her friends having fun. Sirius offered his hand to Remus, and Regulus was currently being led by Pandora, who was giggling at how red he was. A hand grasped her shoulder, and she tensed, tightening her hold on her wand.
âWoah, Baudelaire. Itâs just me.âÂ
âOh.â She didnât bother looking at him. âHello, Potter.âÂ
She could feel the eye roll. âMerlin Y/N/N. Give it up already. What did I even do to-â
Y/N whipped around, scoffing. âOh I donât know! I just thought you would ask me to dance. Stupid of me to assume.â
James was bright red. âIâm sorry Y/N/N. I didnât know if you wanted to- you know.âÂ
âI actually donât know.âÂ
âI didnât know if you wanted to go with me. I thought youâd want to go with Regulus.âÂ
âI feel you need a better radar of who likes who, James.â She sighed. âI-â She smiled. âItâs in the past.âÂ
âWould you like to dance then?â He held his arm out. âI believe this song is one of your favorites.âÂ
She grinned, looking over in shock at the band. âI donât remember telling you that I liked this song, James.â She whipped back toward him, squinting. âHow did you know?âÂ
âI may or may not have been under my cloak when I passed you talking to Remus.â He paused, tilting his head curiously. âYou tell Remus a lot.â Â
âFantastic observation James.â She stood up, putting her hand in his. âAre we going to dance or-âÂ
âAfter you.âÂ
She rested her head on his chest, swaying to the music. He looked down, humming. âYou know you look really beautiful tonight.â James spun her quickly, her hands landing on his chest. âYou took my breath away.âÂ
She threw her head back in laughter, not caring he could definitely tell she was blushing. âThatâs rather cliche of you, Potter.â
He smiled. âYes, it is. But it worked, didnât it?â He leaned down, whispering in her ear. âYouâre smiling.â
âIâm always smiling.â She glared. âYouâre not the exception.âÂ
âOh?â He raised an eyebrow. âThat hurts, love.âÂ
âDonât-â She stopped. âI lied.â She whispered. âYou make me smile more than I should.âÂ
âI think,â he leaned down. âI want to kiss you.âÂ
âJames.â Y/N scolded. âSurely your date would be disappointed?âÂ
âWho do you think encouraged me dance with you?âÂ
âI donât want to hurt herâŚâ She mumbled. âBut I really want to kiss you.âÂ
âThen do it.â He smirked. âDonât be shy, love. Iâm right here.âÂ
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hp boys x reader (ft. harry potter, ron weasley, fred weasley, draco malfoy, cedric diggory, remus lupin, sirius black, james potter, tom riddle) backtrack: "the feels", twice inspiration: my post for pjo (here) that has the same concept
harry potter
giving: acts of service
harry always fights to protect those he loves, lest we forget the battle in the department of mysteries to âsaveâ sirius, and even those he could not care less about (ahem draco). heâs self sacrificing, literally walking to his own death in the last book to save everyone else. and on a day to day basis, he goes out of his way to include or be nice to everyone, especially those who donât really have friends, like luna or neville. heâs less about grand gestures and sappy love, instead preferring to care for his loved ones in practical ways.
receiving: words of affirmation
before harry went to hogwarts and met his friends, he literally received no love. petunia, vernon, and dudley would emotionally and physically abuse him. for that reason, I think harry would really appreciate someone praising him or just simply saying an âI appreciate youâ or even âI love youâ. also for that reason, I think physical touch might be a receiving love language for harry too.
ron weasley
giving: acts of service
oh gosh here we go, I already know thereâs going to be so many âacts of serviceâ guys on here. ronâs one of the most loyal people in the series, heâs always there for his friends and he is super selfless and protective of them. curse the movies for taking away his moment where he stands up on a broken leg to protect harry from a literal serial killer (well not really, but they didnât know it at the time). heâs not the most, uh, articulate should we say, but he always helps his friends out.
receiving: words of affirmation
growing up in a family as big as his, ron got cast aside a lot. I mean, his literal deepest desire was to be noticed by others and not be overshadowed. and deep down he definitely knew that his family loved him, it was just kind of hard to see sometimes since his parentsâ and siblingsâ attention was always so divided. (side note, as an only child I could not imagine being in a family of ronâs size; one of my best friends has two sisters and sheâs one of the nicest people I know, and I definitely think thereâs a correlation) so if someone were to finally notice him and genuinely love him for who he is and tell him that, it would make him so happy. finally, heâs enough as he is. finally, he feels like someone loves him.
fred weasley
giving: quality time
quality time and acts of service are the big ones for fred. heâs willing to put himself into dangerous situations during the war (rip fred weasley, you deserved better) and the battle of seven potters. besides that, he thrives on bringing people together and making connections. heâs super friendly to everyone, a classic jokester, and he shows his love through the time he spends around people, especially george. they were always together. it hurts that they can't be anymore.
receiving: quality time
fred spent like all of his time with george when they were first starting weasleysâ wizard wheezes. granted, that was because starting a business takes a lot of time and effort, but it shows how fred is willing to spend time focusing on his passions. that led me to think heâd find it super important to spend time with his loved ones, and he would want his partner to spend a lot of time with him too. he uses humor as a defense mechanism and a coping mechanism, but deep down he knows that the war is actually dangerous and will have real consequences, such as bill getting mauled or george losing an ear. (or, you know, FRED LOSING HIS LIFE.) so he treasures every little moment with his loved ones.
draco malfoy
giving: acts of service
thinking about this was actually really hard. dracoâs such a cold person, and heâs never shown love; all his selfless actions can be chalked up to fear and having no choice. so I had to look at when and why he married astoria. and this meant dipping into the cursed child, which Iâve never read fully but have read enough to be able to say I hate it and I donât accept it. he truly did love astoria, even when his relationship with his parents suffered because of it. he became a better person because of astoria--miss girl really said âI can fix himâ. he even went so far as to disregard his fatherâs wishes when he wanted to let the malfoy line die with him. so I think when he really does find someone he loves, draco can be a pretty selfless person.
receiving: words of affirmation
gosh, just how much do people suck up to him? he was treated like a king in his early hogwarts years, and he loved it. I think the deeper reason is that he grew up without a ton of verbal affection from his family, so thatâs something he craves from other places--a partner, or peers. the first time he hears an âI love youâ, heâd be absolutely shocked and maybe turn cold or shut down. after some time and patience from both of you, heâd slowly begin to accept praise or loving words. if heâs feeling brave, he may even reciprocate them. only when itâs in the middle of the night and heâs pretty sure youâre asleep, though.
cedric diggory
giving: quality time
cedric spent a lot of time with cho when they were together; they would always go on dates and spend a lot of time together in between classes. it shows how much he values spending time with his loved ones. another giving love language of his is definitely quality time, because cedric is 100% a giver. he tipped harry off about the golden egg. he wanted harry to take the cup when they were in the maze. heâs just such a nice guy.
receiving: physical touch
this is for two reasons. one because I want it to be, and two because did you see his face when rita skeeter ruffled his hair in the movie? the guy was not having it, but I bet if the right person did it heâd be all blushy and smiley. also when harry went to the courtyard to tell him about the dragons, he was literally laying in his friendâs lap. and I canât remember correctly, but wasnât it said that he and cho would constantly hold hands? yeah. enough said.
remus lupin
giving: acts of service
remus does so much for others. he was one of the best defense against the dark arts professors for a reason. and even if his competition wasnât so poor, Iâm sure he wouldâve been just as popular. heâs a natural mentor and caregiver, always there for others and sometimes neglecting his own needs because of it. he engages with his students on a personal level, especially harry, and he is always willing to put himself in danger for others, as seen in the battle of seven potters and the battle of hogwarts.
receiving: words of affirmation
this and quality time. for quality time, he spent a lot of time with his friends in school, and he spent a lot of time with harry when he was the datda professor. this time really helped grow his relationships and helped him feel close to his newfound family. as for words of affirmation, I think itâs obvious; as a kid, he never really had friends, and as a result he secretly yearns for encouragement and emotional support. kind words and whispered promises that everything will be okay. that is how remus lupin feels loved.
sirius black
giving: quality time
sirius spent so much time with his friends when he was young. he had a really rocky relationship with his family, so he gave all of his love to his friends. he and james were practically inseparable, they had such a nice connection. on top of that, after barely any human interaction for twelve whole years in azkaban, he treasures every single moment he has with his loved ones. itâs like every time he and his partner are together, he looks at them and can hardly believe this is real. but it is real. heâs out of azkaban, heâs free, and he has such an amazing partner to spend the rest of his life with. thatâs decades! (I canât with siriusâs death, I--no. he did not die.)
receiving: words of affirmation
sirius spent his childhood and adult life being rejected and ridiculed. thatâs got to hurt, especially when he was literally in azkaban for something he didnât do. he was so deprived of love and general human interaction for twelve years that I imagine heâd initially be kind of awkward or even scared when his partner first shows him love through praise or verbal affection. after a while though, heâd warm up and hopefully show that youthful, happy side of him again. also, heâd probably be big on quality time, since he got none of it at all during his azkaban years.
james potter
giving: words of affirmation
ah, finally someone whoâs not acts of service or quality time! at this point I think maybe itâs just me. james is teasing and playful with his words; heâs very vocal about his affection and appreciation for his friends and loved ones. he did, after all, ask lily out pretty much every time he saw her. not at all like remus, who is a love letters and secret admirer kind of guy.
receiving: words of affirmation
james loved hearing praise and support. especially when he was in school. fuel his ego. thatâs it.
tom riddle
giving: words of affirmation
I donât think voldemort could physically feel love. I sometimes wonder if tom riddle and voldemort were different people, and honestly thatâs a can of worms I donât want to get into right now. I believe thereâs some sort of theory that he canât feel love because he was conceived while his dad was under a love potion? I have no idea. the important thing is that we all know how good tom riddle was at manipulating people. flattery gets you nowhere, they say, well clearly not if youâre tom marvolo riddle, because flattery got him everywhere. so he would use words to flatter people and show his admiration or appreciation of them, but was any of it actually real? I doubt it.
receiving: words of affirmation
honestly kind of the same deal with draco, but he's a lot worse. he wants to be treated like a king--scratch that, he wants to be treated like a god. he craves affirmation for his greatness and abilities. all his followers praise him endlessly, calling him âmy lordâ and sucking up to him. he also wanted his ideologies to be affirmed and supported by others. letâs face it, words of affirmation were just another way for him to prove to himself that heâs the greatest.
just a heads up guys, I'm so tired as I'm writing this so it was unedited
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