#dorlene x y/n

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hey! it's the anon who asked about the poly!dorlene thing, so here's the resquest! yay!

from the fluffy prompt "i didn't know it was possible for you to be more beautiful" + trope "firsts" with poly!dorlene, where they are going on their first date? just, very fluffy and three girls being in love?? (sorry if it isn't really specific)

hi my lovely dorlene lover, thank you so much for your request<33 three girls being in love COMING RIGHT UP

Words: 2k

Warnings/tags: fem!reader, you wear a skirt, established relationship (dorlene) opening up to a third (you, lucky bastard), light anxiety/nerves, idiots in love, bsfs!marylily in the background, slightly suggestive teasing, platonic and romantic physical affection

Note: this one goes out to the four (4) sapphics i know frequent my page, with the hope of reaching even more of us<33 dorlene and marylily are the best things to have ever happened to me tbh

"Lily, do I look stupid? I look stupid. You would tell me if I looked stupid, right?"

Words are spilling out of your mouth before you have had the time to truly process or consider them, or even enunciate them properly. If you didn't have the self-awareness to already be embarrassed about how nerve wrecked you were acting, Lily's expression would have done the trick.

"Breathe, my lovely, you're fine," she reassured through poorly bitten back laughter. "You don't look stupid."

Stood in front of Mary's pocket mirror that you had charmed to grow into full-body length, in the fourth outfit you had tried on, you felt decidedly, wholeheartedly stupid. Even worse, surrounded by your two best friends and waiting on your two other best friends to take you out on a date, you felt stupid for feeling stupid.

Truly the whole thing was a chaotic, hormonal mess that you wanted to run away from. Yet, you ached to stay, ached to know how it goes.

Mary had done your make-up earlier and was now lounging on her bed, giving you a rather salacious up-and-down in an effort of support. "If that is stupid, then I don't think I can see anything better while keeping my skirt on," she quipped, arguably aiming for appeasing. You're not sure if she hit the mark, but you appreciated her with heated cheeks nonetheless.

"Not to mention, this outfit is by far the best one," Lily said through a hum, walking around you to continue to appraise the skirt, top and accessories the three of you had pulled together from your separate closets. "It matches the atmosphere of a Hogsmeade date while also distinguishing it from what they see you in every day. It's perfect."

"You really think so?" You found yourself asking for more reassurance as you smoothed out the already wrinkle free skirt, turning back to take in your form in the mirror.

Lily came up close behind you and gave you a half-hug from the side, squeezing your shoulder. The apples of her cheeks were bunched up beautifully, highlighting her freckles, as she smiled warmly at you in that way only she knew how. "I know so. These are your friends, remember?"

"Your best friends that you have been pining after quite literally forever," Mary reminded you while flipping through her magazine, though you could tell it did not capture her attention as wholly as she pretended.

"Excuse me, but you are in no position to judge someone for waiting forever to ask her friend out, missy," you argued, finding some of your usual spark once more. You gave her a teasing finger wag to underline your point, to which Lily snorted and let go of you to move over to her lovely girlfriend and pry the magazine from her hands.

"She has a point there, dear." Lily stage-whispered conspiratorially as she grabbed Mary’s now-free hands to pull her up and off the bed. Mary pretended to groan, but slumped happily against Lily when they stood beside each other, pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of her lips.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," she faux grumbled. Then, she looked you over properly, blooming smile back on her face. She reached out to fix a part of your make-up that you were sure did not really need fixing. "Truly, babe, this is perfect. You look smashing."

You took a deep breath and regarded your friends with a weary smile. "Alright. I trust you guys. I'm right to do so, yeah?" The last part was teasing, but they both groaned and rolled their eyes at you through their smiles. You had been over this a few times this evening.

"I'll show you trust," Lily warned before tackling you into some sort of a crash-hug. Mary screeched with glee, joining into the slight tussle between the three of you that was essentially more of an embrace than a fight, just with the quips and attitudes of the latter. Lily had her arms wrapped around you, wrestling you around to “shake some sense into you”, while Mary did not pass up the opportunity to tickle you, drawing genuine laughter from you at last.

"Oi! Are you manhandling our date?"

Marlene's voice startled the three of you out of your play-fight, but only drew more giggling laughter out of you as you straightened up.

The blonde had a wide grin on her face as she took the scene in, standing with her hand still on the handle from where she had – surely dramatically – opened the door. She was wearing the most delectable pair of patterned multi-coloured jeans paired with a tight white baby-tee with a red graphic in the middle. There was a red carabiner in her belt loop and her neck and fingers were covered in her standard silvery jewellery. Her hair was pulled up by small fluttering clips that seemed to be Pandora's doing, that showed off her light pink streaks. She was absolutely beautiful. You were a goner.

Slightly behind her, Dorcas leaned against the doorframe, hand on her hip, already looking at you with an entertained, knowing smile. The green short skirt that hugged her hips perfectly complemented the black, lacy top she was in, both of which stood in stark contrast to her astronomy-themed jewellery that was bright and eye-catching. The silver seemed to radiate off her skin, and Dorcas looked just that – radiant.

You were stunned for a second, your laugh morphing into an almost awestruck smile as your lips slightly parted. You already knew you were going out with arguably the most ethereal creatures to walk this campus, but to see it for yourself this up-close; gods, you were lucky.

This was likely the part where your anxiety would have reclaimed its hold in your chest. Mary and Lily had stepped off to the side slightly, giving you space as you and your dates had this odd first look of sorts – taking in that this is what your friend looks like when she is getting ready to go out with you. You and not some sleazy guy that would not deserve her even if he fought a hundred lifetimes to do so, not some awkward, stumbling person who did not know to appreciate what they had in their hands. You.

Yes, this was the part where your mind would be rewiring itself within the span of a mere few seconds and getting ready to scream in panic – but then your eyes met Marlene's. Drifted to Dorcas' and then Marlene's again. You found nothing short of pure admiration there. Your heartbeat slowed into secure affection.

"Holy Merlin," Marlene breathed out when she gave you her own once-over, letting go of the door in favour of taking a few steps further into the room. Closer to you. "You look..." She trailed off, seemingly at a loss for words.

Dorcas let out one of her more quiet laughs, directing your wide eyes from Marlene back over to her. You found she had been side-eyeing Marlene's response smugly before looking at you once more in marvel. "Gorgeous. You look absolutley gorgeous, babe."

"I didn't know it was possible for you to be more beautiful," Marlene said, lined eyes steadfast on you in a way that felt entirely too much. Tingles shot up and down your back and a nervous laugh spilled over your lips. “I’ve been falling over my feet at your beauty for ages, and now here you are, upstaging yourself again?”

"Me?" you said, resisting the urge to point to yourself. "You two are breathtaking. Stunning."

While you and Marlene stood in some sort of gaping, stupefied stare-off, Dorcas pushed off the doorframe and carried herself elegantly over to you, taking both of your hands in hers. Slowly, giving you time to back out should you want, she brought them up to her lips and gave the backs of your hands one gentle kiss each, eyes never leaving yours. "How about we chalk us up to being the three most beautiful witches in Hogsmeade," she said, looking between you and Marlene knowingly. "And get going before all the seats are taken?"

Marlene was looking at the place on your hands where Dorcas' lips had just grazed with a dumb smile before meeting her two loves' eyes happily. "I reckon that sounds like a good plan. Yeah, gorgeous?" The last part was directed at you, and you giddily nodded.

"Sounds perfect, actually." Your cheeks hurt from smiling. "I just need to get my bag."

As you turned around, you saw Mary and Lily sitting on your bed – the closest one to the view of their three friends finally taking the leap – grinning knowingly. You had to fight off a yelp, but couldn't stop your body from jerking slightly in surprise from seeing them. Admittedly, you had forgotten they were there from the second Marlene's voice caught your attention.

"Hey, babes," you said cheekily, aware from Lily's arched brow that they understood how wholeheartedly distracted you had gotten. The second-hand happiness flowing across their faces, though, told you they did not mind one bit. You quickly grabbed your bag from beside your bed, and while you were there, you pressed a quick kiss to each of their cheeks in appreciation. Lily merely smiled warmly at you, as always, while you swore you saw Mary blush at the blatant gratitude. "Thank you for helping me get ready. I guess I'll see you back here tonight?"

"Bringing her home already after the first date?" Mary recovered quickly to quip with her eyes on Marlene, mirth swimming in them at her poor attempt at a joke.

Marlene stuck her tongue out at her before she volleyed, "We share this dorm, Maryam."

Mary's full name wasn't Maryam. It was just what Marlene insisted on calling her when she was goofing off, usually at Marlene's expense.

You let out a proper laugh at that, finally at ease and feeling all the love, both platonic and romantic, simmering beneath your skin. When you turned around to meet your two girls head on, Marlene instantly grabbed your purse from you and slung it over her shoulder before throwing her arm around yours. "Though, I would never pass up the opportunity to take you home, dolly," she whispered in your ear then as she steered you towards Dorcas.

Your breath caught in your throat for a moment, but you swallowed it happily, giving Marlene's side a slight shove before grinning up at her. You swore the blue that you met in her irises shone straight into your heart, and you found that you didn't mind it.

Dorcas was shaking her head affectionately by the time you turned to her in the doorway, no doubt having heard Marlene's comment. "Try not and scare her off before we can even start the date, yeah Marls?"

Feeling emboldened by their clear devotion to you, you held your hand out in offering to Dorcas. "It’s going to take a lot more than tempting promises to scare me away from something so perfect." You weren't sure how the words rolled so smoothly off your tongue, but you were spurred on by the flicker in Dorcas' eyes, followed by her biting lightly down on her bottom lip. She happily accepted your hand, intertwining your fingers and wasting no time in dragging her thumb over your knuckles.

"Perfect indeed, baby," Marlene said. She caught the edge of the door with her foot, turning over to half-shout to Mary and Lily, who were still sitting on your bed. "Don't wait up, you swots!"

She let the door shut behind her with a cackle before she could hear any protests about "hey we actually have a test tomorrow to study for". 

With the ease that at last settled in your bones and a beautiful girl on each arm, you knew in your heart that this date would be the one for you.

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Happy birthday to the boy who didn’t know how to swim AKA Regulus Arcturus Black.

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i can see you

james potter x best friends sister!reader (smut)

summary: james develops a strange feeling for sirius’ 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 he’s 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 isn’t 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 (don’t 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 what’s happening on his.

you got transferred to london because of your job, you couldn’t 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.

“thats such nonsense, you should just stay in my empty room until you find another place.” 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.

“really?” you ask, hopeful, you really could take a break from looking for apartments.

“of 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.” james couldn’t help but look at him like he was crazy, remus’ room was right next to his, hell, remus’ 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.

“what the fuck, sirius?!” james said loudly, sirius sighed, putting his sandwich harshly on the plate.

“what now? i’m really just trying to eat here”

“your sister? really?” he looked like he was about to faint.

“she’ll pitch in on the rent, don’t worry about that” your brother tried to get him calm.

“oh please, i dont care about that! you know how i feel about sharing spaces” he was getting stressed, he couldn’t help it. “and you know how i feel about your family, i have been telling you to be more careful these past years but you don’t listen at all!”

it really had to be remus’s room? couldn’t peter just switch rooms and lend her his instead?

“she’s not like my parents, and neither is regulus, they didn’t do anything” sirius paused, “do your best friend a favor, will you?” and he knew he was going to.

“she’s not messy or nosy or anything like that, right?” james asked, giving into it fully.

“please, shes a cleaning freak, she’s worse than my mother” he paused. “that’s an exaggeration but she’s not messy at all, i swear. you wont even notice she’s around.” 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 didn’t want you there and he didn’t care if he had to pay more rent because of it. he didn’t 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 didn’t 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 sirius’ 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 didn’t 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 couldn’t help but hate him.

sure, your house wasn’t 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 don’t 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.

“they were really good, i thought peter made them” james paused. “he runs a restaurant downtown, you know, he’s always baking and-“

“i’m gonna have to make a whole new batch. you ate like ten of them.” you were about to get a really bad headache depending on his answer.

“i told you, they were really good.”

if you were in a cartoon you would’ve 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 couldn’t 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 that’s just how you were, polite no matter what. but you sure didn’t want to be polite to james that day.

“no, you don’t get to do that” you felt like you were being crazy.

“what do you mean?” he chuckled. he so did not chuckle.

“you don’t get to compliment me! that doesn’t bring my brownies back!” the word brownie sure sounded stupid in that moment.

“i’ll bake more for you, but they’ll suck, you know that” he actually sat on the bed to argue, how kind of him.

“the kids will probably die if they eat your brownies.”

“you’re feeding children? where do you even work?” he looked so confused and you kept getting angrier.

“do i really look like the kind of person who would eat a hundred billion thousand brownies? god, james, why can’t you just not touch my shit?”

“that’s not even a real number and there were a lot of them! i thought it wouldn’t make a difference!”

“it wouldn’t, if you had eaten one or two, but you ate half of them!”

“oh please, lets put it to a maximum of 25%, alright?” you felt like you were going absolutely insane. he was probably going to get you in a mental hospital and you’d be walking around, looking half dead, murmuring ‘brownies brownies brownies, i want my brownies back’.

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 didn’t quite know if it was because of the season or you just got used to each other, but you didn’t 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 weren’t paying rent, sirius wouldn’t 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 didn’t get to help with the food though, the pain didn’t 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 couldn’t 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.

“hi, lene” you decided to call her that because sirius called her that, it was cute. “sorry for bothering you both, i just wanted to get my pillow, my blanket and change real quick”

“oh sure, come in” 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 didn’t 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 james’ shirts that were on his side of the sink.

“thank you, have a nice night”

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 didn’t 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.

“you know what bums me out about this show?” james says abruptly, like you would really like to know. you grunt, waiting for his answer. “they really didn’t know when to stop it, its only good until what? season-“

“james, im really tired, i just wanna get some rest, please” you get out from under the covers to say that, so he ignores it fully.

“how did apartment hunting go?” he asks, pausing the episode and asking alexa to turn on some playlist with songs a sad dad would listen to.

“shitty, theres not one good place up for rent in this city, its actually sick”

“yeah, thats tough” he pauses for a brief moment “come here” he said, patting his knee. was he asking you to sit on his lap? was he going fucking crazy?

“i’m sorry, what?” you were so confused, since when was he like that to you?

“get up, sit here with me a little.” were you dreaming? was this one of those weird wet dreams you had in high school?

“james, i’m really tired, my back hurts and i really want to lay-“

“i’ll give you a massage, it’s whatever” 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.

“i need to be close to you, if i’m not it’s really awkward and uncomfortable.” some song you didn’t know was playing.

it was slow and sounded old, you didn’t recognize it.

“james come on, im really tired.” you say, smiling though, you didn’t know why he was doing this. he must’ve had an awfully good day.

“just for a bit.” 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 weren’t complaining.

you looked back at him, wide eyed, what was he doing?

once you turned your face to look at him, you couldn’t 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.

“sorry, mate, the door was … hey! is that my instrumental playlist?” james turned a bit pink.

“yeah, I was just...” he looked at you. “forget it.” he turned it off. you were pretending to be unbothered, looking at something on your phone.

you couldn’t 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.

“oh, sorry. do you want the couch? i can sleep on the chair, i don’t really-“

“we can share. don’t worry about it.” 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.

“you wanna pick something?” he interrupted your thoughts, you didn’t want to watch anything. you wanted it to be over as soon as possible.

“no, you can just go back to your thing, i don’t mind it.” 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 he’d 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.

‘oh my god.’ 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 ‘are you still watching?’ 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 didn’t 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 didn’t want to read it at the moment.

“thanks” you smiled, but you didn’t quite know what it meant.

“we all talked and we want you to put your name on the lease.” sirius said quickly, looking at you anxiously.

“like, actually?” you ask, starting to feel extremely happy because you loved living with them.

“yeah” remus answered, smiling.

“thanks, i really appreciate it.” you couldn’t 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.

“so you’re gonna let me pay rent now?” you ask to your brother, smiling.

“i guess so.” he replied. you knew he was happy too. “gonna get you an actual gift though”

they were planning a big christmas party, they invited some people from work, the girls and some other people you didn’t 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 james’ coworkers and friends. you sat next to him on the couch, they were all there all talking about something from his work you didn’t 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.

“can i stay with you for the rest of the night? i don’t really know anyone here.” you whispered into his ear, nervous about the answer.

“sure” he nodded. “hey, henry” he called for his coworker that was sitting on the arm of ouch.

“yeah?” the guy answered.

“this is y/n, the friend i was telling you about the other day.” james gestures to you. you can’t help but smile awkwardly and wonder what he said about you.

“oh, hi! pleasure to meet you.” he got up from his chair and shook your hand, smiling at james and nodding. what did that mean?

“pleasure to meet you too.” you smile at him.

“i’m just gonna get some drinks, i’ll ill be right back. do you want something?” james asked you.

“just a soda.” he gets up and heads to the kitchen.

“so, tell me, how are your brownies?” henry jokes, you look at him confused.

“good, i guess, but thats a biased opinion.” you answer, curious on how he knew about your brownies.

“you know, james talks about you all the time.” he comments, you were sure he already had a few drinks.

“really? what does he say?”

“when you first moved in he hated you, you know? he always said it was fun to make you mad and all. but since october he’s been so nice when he talks about you, i personally think he fancies you, but i wouldn’t know. i don’t think he’d tell me if he did, specially because you’re his friends sister and all.” 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 didn’t even pay attention to what he said after that.

“i doubt it, we just turned into good friends, that’s all.”

“nah, i think he wants to make you into something else.” henry might’ve just made your entire night with that phrase. you couldn’t hide your smile anymore.

“here’s your soda, a beer for you, henry” 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. “did something happen?” he asked you.

“no, just thinking ‘bout something” 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 that’s 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 that’s 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 didn’t 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 couldn’t 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 didn’t.

‘James: come to my room once you read this, please.’

you didn’t think much of it, though you would’ve come if he just asked you to like he normally did.

you finished your drink and knocked on his door. he opened it but didn’t 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.

“y/n?” he was looking at you now.

fuck.

“yeah?”

“you look really good tonight.”

“i clean up nice sometimes.” you smile.

“oh please, you always look good” he turned a bit pink once he said it. “and thats a really nice dress” his voice was low when he said it, was he actually hitting on you?

“thank you” you whispered, you couldn’t help but feel anxious as his body got closer to yours.

“you know, i’ve been thinking about something for a while now” 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 didn’t.

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 couldn’t 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.

“shit” he let out quickly as he stopped kissing you so roughly and started giving you quick pecks. “you have no idea how long i wanted to do this.” you hummed. “you’re so fucking hot, it makes me crazy.” 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.

“james…” you let out as he bit you again.

“tell me” he said, trailing his kisses down to your clavicle. “can i take this off too?” he asked, playing with your bra. you nodded but he didn’t move an inch.

“i need to hear you say it. can i take this off?” 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.

“yes, please” you struggled to hold in a moan once he started sucking on your neck.

“thank you” he answered, looking back to the hickey he gave you. “hmm, that’s gonna leave a mark, sorry baby” 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.

“you’re so pretty”, 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. “i really wanna touch you” he whispered and went back to kissing you, his left hand now between your thighs, waiting for permission to move.

“please” 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.

“be quiet, hm? want everyone to listen? don’t wanna stuff that pretty mouth of yours too” 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. “so fucking tight, aren’t you? can’t imagine how you’re gonna feel around my cock” he stopped and took his fingers out, making you whine, missing the feeling of him.

“jameees” you moan, finding the courage in you to pull him in, giving him a kiss.

“take it off”

“what?” you’re confused.

“the dress, i really wanna fuck you in it but i don’t wanna ruin it.” he lets out. “take it off” he sounded like he was ordering you, and you loved it so much, you wanted to give something back to him.

“i will, but can i suck you off first?” you ask, looking at him doe eyed, and how could he say no?

“you really want to?” 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 couldn’t fit, which, frankly, was about a bigger portion of it. he was the biggest you ever had.

“fuck” 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. “your mouth was made for me, baby” 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.

“so good, your mouth feels so goddamn good honey” 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 you’ve ever seen or heard, though you were sure you would see hotter things that same night. he started thrusting lightly, he couldn’t help himself, specially with how good your mouth made him feel.

“stop” he ordered you, and so you did, a pop sound being made as you stopped sucking and looked up at him.

“did i do something wrong?” you ask, brows furrowed. his hand hasn’t 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.

“i wanna fuck you” he said, looking into your eyes, waiting for any kind of response.

“yes. please do” you quickly say, kissing him quickly.

“the dress” he remembers and you quickly take it off, not stopping the staring for a second.

“want you down on all fours” he says, getting on his knees. you do as he commands, getting in an arch position as he’s on his knees behind you. he can see that you still haven’t taken off your underwear, he bites on your ass cheek and then pulls it down with his teeth.

“you don’t mind if i keep this, don’t you?” he asks, helping you take it off fully. “it’s already ruined”

“it’s yours” you look back at him, he’s smirking like the devil. he throws your underwear into his bedside drawer.

“gotta keep it safe” he whispers. you can feel his bulge through his boxers as he leans in to kiss your neck, you whine, needing him more.

“patience, i’m gonna give it to you, sweetheart” his right hand gave your ass a smack. “up” 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.

“you’re so pretty like this, all for me?” he asked, using his hand to play with your clit.

“y-yes, all yours” you said, trying not to whine mid sentence.

“good girl. mine” he gave your shoulder a quick peck. “gonna put it in now, okay? tell me if you wanna stop” he took his dick from out of his boxers and pumped it a few times. you could’ve 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.

“jaaames” you would whine

“just a bit left; don’t worry, princess” once he was fully inside of you, you felt amazing, like you were in heaven. “you’re so fucking tight, ‘feels so good” 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 couldn’t hold in your sounds, the way he was stimulating your clit was absolutely killing you.

“be fucking quiet” he demanded with a groan, “you want everyone to know who you belong to, huh?” he didn’t stop, he just went quicker as a matter of fact.

“fuck!” you squealed as he pinched your clit, his thrusts began to be more rough, you couldn’t even focus. you’re 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.

“you like this, don’t you?” 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.

“james ohmygod james, im gonna cum” you say, trying not to stumble over your words.

“ask nicely and i’ll let you” 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.

“please let me cum, james. need it so bad” you blurted out in between whining and moaning. he grins and goes back to stimulating you.

“good girl, do it” he went faster and didn’t stop playing with your clit. your eyes rolled back and you let it go.

your walls clench tight around him, he didn’t 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.

“fuck, sweetheart. gonna cum inside you, that’s alright?” 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.

“wanna go back to the party?” he jokes, looking into your eyes.

“shut up” you reply, looking at the ceiling of his room.

“gonna clean you up, okay?” 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.

“okay, but just stay with me for a while if that’s alright.” you asked.

“always” he pressed a kiss onto your forehead and you knew that this was not going to be a one time thing.

[javdery]

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dote on me | sirius black x fem!reader

summary: you are completely oblivious to the way sirius black dotes on you, and think that the way you're infatuated with him is completely one-sided. but he begs to differ.

warnings: mentions of a bad childhood, mentions of smoking, drinking and illicit substances

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Sirius Black makes you nervous and he darn well knows that. He uses those consuming grey eyes of his, filled with enigmatic interest, to his advantage. He only needs to focus them on you for a considerate amount of time for you to start burning up like a wildfire. And his nose, it’s pointed and perfect, leaving you wondering just how unfair life can be. His cheekbones are high and structured, light hitting them at glorious angles. His lips are devoid of much red. They’re this cool plum colour that looks like it’s lip gloss all the time but really isn’t. His skin is framed by smooth black hair, and the layers in his haircut are so pretty it prompted every other guy in his life to get the same one. It drives you mad that he was born with this face and that hair. It’s simply unjustified. 

It would be fine if he was just a pretty face. But it’s not. It’s simply unacceptable just how nice he is. Sometimes you wish he isn’t a gentleman and that all the rumours about him being a player with a million tattoos were true, because you’re envious and adoring of him. 

And like anyone, he definitely has a vice. People think it’s cigarettes for him but he definitely does not smoke. And he doesn’t drink. At parties, he’s cradling a cautiously poured glass of lemonade instead. And he definitely doesn’t do drugs, because he hangs around Remus Lupin and there’s no way he would be allowed to if he did. Remus is a little sickly sometimes, and his body is very sensitive. 

He likes to say his vice is chasing things he’ll never have. Like his childhood. He thinks he has regained that. Now, maybe it’s some sort of romance. All his life he’s been mooned over. People love him, mostly because he’s beautiful, and they offer him burning hot love all the time. People think he’s one for angsty, fiery passion. But Sirius thinks that fires never last, they’re too easy to disturb and taint everything with the unpleasant smell of smoke. James once did one of his stupid Women’s Weekly quizzes on him, the one with the “Tell me your favourite colour, and it’ll tell you what other people think of you, tell me your favourite animal…” questions. Sirius had laughed, thrown his head back and answered in a complete stupor. “Black, maroon if black isn’t an answer, dog…” James had asked him what his favourite body of water was and Sirius had said “A lake.”

He had spent summers of his broken youth dipping his toes into the pretty lake by his family’s home in France, escaping from the whirlwind world inside the walls of Walburga and Orion’s chateau. It didn’t make him cry more when he cried, because it would welcome the tears into the gently flowing water. 

James had smiled, “Why?”

Sirius had told him, “It’s gentle, relaxing, peaceful. The one in France was so enveloping and soft. I felt safe there.”

“Chateau?”

“Yep. I used to go out there as a little boy. It was so quiet out there and it felt like heaven, so fluid and open.”

“Hm,” James had studied the words underneath, squinting his eyes, “Ooh, that’s how you feel about love. Never knew you were the romantic type, Pads.”

He had laughed. 

James had asked you too. You had giggled, “Did you steal Lily’s Women’s Weekly again?”

He grumbled, “Not again.”

“I like ponds with little koi fish swimming in them.”

“Why?”

“It’s calm in a joyful way. It’s safe and there’s always rays of golden sun and it feels so delightful and promising. Lucky too, I guess. Oh! And it’s so pretty by a koi fish pond.”

James had grinned and left promptly. 

Sirius thought it was strange when he had first met you. He hadn’t ever had these feelings before, and it took years for him to shove them aside and focus on his studies, friends and mischief-making. But you were affiliated with Marlene, you were always around in some way. You and him became friends and Sirius felt those feelings resurface again. 

He groans into his hands as he runs it across his face. 

“Why?!” he asks Lily, who is watching amusedly. 

“I’m sure you can’t help it,” she says primly, “But what if you could help it?”

He looks at her inquisitively. 

“What if you acted on these feelings? It isn’t half-bad of an idea. You’re grown up, Sirius, and if you still like her that means it’s real.”

“She doesn’t like me.”

“You don’t know that.” 

“What if bad things happen?”

“What’s the worst that could?”

“Death.”

“You’re already halfway there,” she rolls her eyes, “Give it a shot, maybe love will make you less sad.”

“I’m not sad!”

“Whatever, start loving, Sirius.”

She picks up her Women’s Weekly magazine and starts reading. “Ooh, there’s this quiz-”

Sirius groans. 

–

“Hey darling,” Sirius strides into your apartment. Good start, he thinks. 

You’re sprawled on the couch, grinning as you FaceTime Marlene and Dorcas. When you see him, you look up, surprised. 

“Marlene’s in Vegas,” you say, “Didn’t she tell you?”

Marlene did tell Sirius, and even offered that he come with her and Dorcas.

You flip the camera to Sirius, and even in blurry, low quality, Facetime video he’s still very handsome. 

Marlene screams, “What is that monster doing in my apartment?”

You grin, “Marls, he was looking for you.”

“Actually,” Sirius tilts his head, and if you weren’t so thick you might see the smitten look in his eyes, “I’m here for you.” 

You frown, “For taxes? It’s only the start of the month. Besides, the IRS will never tail you, you’re too rich for that.”

“Can’t I spend time with you, pretty girl?”

It’s flattering, but it seems too abrupt to be genuine. You brush it off with a laugh.

“Get a load of you,” you roll your eyes, “What do you need?”

“I need you,” he attempts and the confession, although seeming flirtatious and joking, brings a smile to your face. 

Marlene chortles, “Guys- I-I-I-I’m…cutt-ing…ou-ou-ou-t.” She fakes it and it’s obvious, but the FaceTime ends and Sirius sits opposite you now. He’s pretty even at seven in the evening and it makes you very nervous. 

You stand up, uneased, and make towards your bedroom. 

“Where are you going?”

“Oh,” you gesture to an old pile of clothes, “Marlene cleaned her wardrobe out before she left, so I decided to follow suit so then we can donate them.”

“Why’re you leaving me?” he pouts. 

“You want to…stay?” 

You’re so puzzled and your heart is beating far too fast for your liking. It goes pitter patter like the rain outside. It’s exhausting. The feeling might be addictive, like a good old fashioned crush, but it’s always playing with you. It feels avaricious to love someone out of your league, worth more than you have ever been.

His sudden showering of affections and doting on you, you think, is because he’s lonely. He doesn’t live with James anymore. You empathise with him, but only because you think you’ll know what that feels like in a month when Dorcas and Marlene move in together. But it really isn’t. Sirius actually thinks that you deserve all the heavy-handed loving in the world, and he always has. His apprehension towards him being the person to do the loving is slowly fading away as he sees the shy smile on your face. 

“If you’ll have me.”

And you turn your head around so he doesn’t see you blush, “Okay, I’ve been meaning to get a second opinion. Whenever I do this I do it with Marlene.” 

You try things on by the mirror in your bedroom, instructing Sirius to look away when needed. He isn’t much of a help at all, because he thinks you look good in everything. Which is just certainly not true. 

On a whim, he suggests that because he isn’t aiding you successfully, you should help him on his own closet. In the end, you wind up in his apartment. 

Sirius has never boasted about what he has at all, mainly because he isn’t proud of it. By what unethical means his trust fund has come from, he doesn’t even want to know, but he’s grateful for it. You’ve only ever seen his living room, kitchen and his small powder room, and they’re lavish and capacious to no ends. Everything subtly screams wealth and luxury. His bedroom is no different. A large bed sits in the middle, framed by expensive paintings. There’s a well made ebony table in the corner, spotless and tidy. The two armchairs in the room are, whilst clearly faux-leather, intricate and of the sort of taste cultivated only by time. A copy of the original Call of the Wild sits on a table. A bookshelf is on one side of the room, grey, stretching from the floor to ceiling. You run your fingers along the spines of the book. They’re all special editions. A simple chandelier (what an oxymoron) dangles in the middle of the room, and you find the ceiling is gilded with plaster and gold. Pictures of friends and family adorn the white walls. 

His walk in closet is humongous. You gasp as he opens the door. It’s double the size of your living room. The clothes are organised by colour, style and season and there’s a considerable lack of colour. In the middle sits an accessory table, with dozens of gold watches and silver necklaces. Delicate rings and bracelets all are displayed. A glass cabinet with bottles of cologne and perfume stands next to it. The only ones you can recognise is something that resembles the Ralph Lauren logo and Dior, and then again it isn’t even the one Johnny Depp uses.

He smiles sheepishly, ashamed that he has such nice things, “I did use my own money on this. Euphemia helped me fix it up.”

“It’s beautiful, Sirius,” you’re almost afraid to touch anything. You don’t think you belong in such a gorgeous world. You don’t think you deserve it. 

Sirius beams at you, “Guess there’s not a difference between it and you, then.”

Your face warms. Sirius is already taking clothes off the racks, whilst you stand awkwardly. He’s chatting, talking about where the clothes came from and who gave them to him and why he likes it so much. Your shoulders relax and you look at him like he’s the only thing that matters. So far he’s through all the things he deems necessary for him to live. 

“And this jumper,” he holds up a pristine Ecru crewneck, offering it to you, “Is from when I went to visit Machu Picchu with James. When we left, one of the ladies we had been staying with gave us both a handmade jumper.”

You hold the fabric delicately in your hands. 

“It’s alright. It’s just clothes, darling, you can do whatever you like with them.”

He’s so nice it hurts and you grin at him endearingly, “Thanks, Sirius.”

An adoring smile finds its way onto his face as he turns to pick up the next item. You put the sweater in the “KEEP” pile. 

“How did this get here?” he laughs as he pulls out a bright yellow crewneck, with a little emblem etched on the side. Immediately he tugs it on, grinning as he surveys the bright colour in the mirror. 

You’re blushing away because the colour suits him so well and makes him look way softer than he usually does.

He sneaks a glance at you in the mirror, and when he sees your lack of eye contact with him he frowns. 

“Are you okay?” he asks you. 

“Yeah. Yellow looks really nice on you, Sirius.”

“Does it?”

“Mhm. I don’t know, it makes you look…cuddly?”

He doesn’t smirk like you expect him to, but swivels around and smiles at you again. He knows he looks like he loves you. He doesn’t mind. You’re just sitting there, confused at why he’s doing this. It’s weird and sudden and it’s definitely something he would do. 

Maybe this is his new favourite jumper. 

He throws it in the keep pile. You tut disapprovingly and rearrange it gently. Seeing a t-shirt, he takes his own shirt off, letting it fall to the floor. You cover your eyes, not wanting to intrude on his privacy. 

Sirius is midway through putting the shirt on when he laughs. “It’s okay, princess, I didn’t ask you to look away. I don’t mind. Unless you do, then I’ll change over there.”

You peek your eyes at him, and Sirius hopes that he’s not imagining your pupils blown slightly. 

And you didn’t think he could get more perfect, but he is. His muscles are toned and defined, and slightly strained as he slides his shirt on. Gosh, he makes you feel inadequate. He can’t know you want him, so you grin as if you’re unaffected. 

“That’s cute,” you nod. 

And the process repeats. Sometimes he takes off his pants too, leaving him to just his boxers that cling onto him in an ungodly way. 

“Are you done?” you ask, eyes covered tightly by your hand. 

“Yeah.”

Sirius is dressed in a suit, the tenth one tonight, “Do we like this one, or the grey one?”

“I like the way this one fits, but I like the grey colour more. But I think the dull dove blue one was the best because it brings out your eyes.”

Sirius makes a mental note to get the grey one altered. He chucks away some old sleeping tees, and a bunch of band hoodies he doesn’t wear anymore. He also gets rid of one of his expensive sweaters with a cable knit and a button up shirt, a bunch of sweatpants and this hideous sweater vest that his Aunt Thelma gifted him for his 17th birthday. 

He thinks maybe you might like to wear some of the things he has in his wardrobe–Euphemia picks them out with him and she represents a small portion of women. He lugs the bag of clothes to his car, and when he’s back, he sees you cross-legged on an armchair, typing on your phone. 

“Sweetheart, what do I owe you?” he asks. 

Your eyes are wide as you stare at him, “For what?” 

You put your phone down on the side table. 

“For helping me?”

“Nothing, Sirius, nothing at all. It’s my pleasure, really.”

“Do you want to take some of my clothes? I have more than enough.”

You look inquisitively at him, “You don’t mind?”

“‘Course not.”

You go home that night with two of his fancy jumpers, he insists, and one big button up shirt, and a bunch of other stuff he is adamant you should take too. You call Lily. Her voice comes out muffled on the other end. 

“Hey Lily!

“Mhm, I’m well, how are you?

“He’s not that bad, I’m sure. You do know he took your Women’s Weekly– 

“I’ve already done that quiz. 

“Right, well, I don’t think Sirius is fine, in his own right.

“No! As in the sad happy fine, not the cute handsome fine.

“Well- no- I- I don’t think he’s not fine- I mean - Okay whatever. Is he alright? He keeps on acting weird.

A long pause. 

“You know something, don’t you, Red? 

“It’s kind of strange. I mean, he offered for me to take one of his- I don’t know, the Ermenegildo Ze-

“Yes, that! One of those jumpers. 

“Are you sure? That’s what he is normally? Isn’t he usually bad-boy cool guy? Not dorky weird compliment giver? 

“Alright, fine. 

“Bye, love you!”

You survey the pile of clothes for any trace of a prank. Nothing. You take out one and inspect it suspiciously. Then, your intrusive thoughts get the better of you and you sniff the material carefully. It smells really nice. You chuck them in the wash just in case Sirius has popped one of his silly prank gadgets into the pockets or beneath the collar. 

The next time you see him, Lily has called you to tell you she and James are going to Vegas to join Marlene and Dorcas. They’re celebrating a championship. She invites you, but you decline, not liking the idea of tailing behind the two couples and intruding on the romantic atmosphere. Sirius is all alone, and Lily tells you to ‘please go and check up on him’.

The apartment seems okay. It’s spotless like it always is, smelling of air freshener and Sirius’ cologne. It doesn’t look like Sirius is going through something rough at all. Sirius might not even be home, so you’re about to leave when you hear music coming from a secluded area of the apartment. You sneak into the corridor and the door is ajar. A beautiful black grand piano stands, Sirius sitting at it, playing the finest tune you’ve ever heard. The sounds reverberate gently through the room, and it’s divine. It’s joyful and skips on merrily. His eyes are closed and his lips are turned up. It makes you think that maybe he’s thinking of someone. 

He stirs a little at the noise and you pull back. He gets up from his chair and peeks his head around the door. You’re wearing his jumper over some sweatpants. It’s so pretty on you, falling oversized. 

He laughs, which brings heat to your cheeks, “Do you want to come in?”

“You’ll let me?” you gasp, “But you don’t even let Dorcas come in, and she’s a cello-ist.”

“You’re special,” he winks and you blush. You must look like a motley of colours- florid and pink. But you don’t mind, he makes everyone nervous and you’re not special, which puts you at ease.

You perch on the cushy chair as he plays a lilting song. You hum, approving, “What’s the song called?”

“Love,” he says and you agree. The song plays like what love feels like. 

It’s so soft, and warm. Combined with Sirius’ lavender and honey cologne, it makes you drowsy. He notices your eyes are barely open, and instead of ending the song, continues to play the same melody over a lighter bass. When your breathing becomes steady, he quietly rises from the piano and scoops you up, knowing it can’t be comfortable to sleep in a chair. He carries you to his own room, where he tucks you into his bed. You’re murmuring unintelligible things. He leaves and continues playing, before Lily calls and he knows he should be in bed, because it’s morning in Las Vegas. Thus, he shuts his piano and drapes a soft velvet across it. He falls onto the couch and listening to Lily’s calming method to waking up, he falls asleep. 

In the morning, you’re in a vaguely familiar room. The sheets are silk and the ceiling is fancier than an art gallery’s. You yawn, stretching. The clock next to you detects the motion and flashes a dim white. Of course it’s an analogue clock, reading 5:00 am. You remember shutting your eyes slowly in the piano room, the news had been playing on the TV earlier. So you had fallen asleep at seven. 10 hours, more than enough. You quickly get up and make the bed. After using his fancy skincare products and brushing your teeth with a spare toothbrush you find packaged up, you hear soft snores coming from the living room. Sirius is there, phone by his side. 

You pout at how much of a gentleman he is, retrieving a blanket and carefully placing it on him. Then you prepare a smoothie, with the fourteen-million ingredients he has in his giant fridge, and leave it in there with a note. But Sirius wakes. He’s always been a light sleeper. 

He leans blearily over the couch, “Sweetheart?”

“Good morning!” you chirp. 

“Why do you have to be so gorgeous at five in the morning?” he slurs. You raise your eyebrows. He’s really always very flirty, and you’re used to it not being genuine by now. He sways out of bed and into the bathroom. You hear the running of a faucet, and sit down on a kitchen chair, checking your phone. Lily has blown it up. 

TO: REDHEAD

REDHEAD 7:31 p.m. sooo, how is he??

REDHEAD 7:43 p.m. hellooooo babes????

REDHEAD 8:00 p.m. are u ok ??

REDHEAD 8:05 p.m. ANSWER ANSWER ANSWER

REDHEAD 9:47 p.m. I’m calling sirius

REDHEAD 10:00 p.m. omg YES GO YOU OMG

5:30 a.m. what

5:30 a.m. he was playing the piano lils and i fell asleep 

REDHEAD 5:31 a.m. ok keep telling urself that <3 i mean has he ever let us sit in when we asked???

5:32 a.m. i told u he was acting strange 

You grin as you see some of the videos she has sent you. One is where James and her and celebrating, him beaming like he always does. She looks madly in love with him. You screenshot and send it to your email so you can print it out later. There’s another of Marlene and Dorcas doing the spaghetti thing at a Michelin star restaurant. They look as if they’re having a wonderful time. It makes you realise that you’re craving something like that too, only not in the wild world of Vegas. You already have something like it, but it’s so one-sided and your heart can’t stand it. You wish someone would just, dote on you. And genuinely, because there’s no way Sirius Black means it. 

You express these feelings to Marlene when she’s back, moving boxes and taping things up. 

“I want to love someone, Marls. Who loves me back, so don’t even say Sirius.”

“He doesn’t act like that around everyone else, you know.”

“He does! Besides, what makes me so special, Marlene? He could have anyone.”

She laughs, “Oh goodness have you got a lot to learn.”

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Marlene and Dorcas invite you to their housewarming party in their house. They say it’s perfect for a family and they want to start one whilst they’re young. It’s quite a large gathering for a housewarming party, and the inside is buzzing with excitement. You’re talking to some of their colleagues- Alice and her boyfriend Frank on the couch. 

“And we’re planning a trip to Ibiza for next month,” she blinks up at him lovingly and he does the same. It makes you subtly raise your phone as if you’re getting a message and type, before quickly flashing a photo of them whilst they’re gazing into each other’s eyes. 

Sirius spots you grinning away, like you want what Alice and Frank have. He sidles in next to you.

“Hey darling,” he smiles and you smile back, “Hi.”

“Aren’t you going to introduce us?” Alice asks. 

“Oh of course! I thought you would already know him,” you put down your drink, “Alice, this is Sirius. Sirius, Alice. Frank, Sirius. Sirius, Frank. They’re planning a trip to Ibiza and were voted Best Couple in high school.” 

They’re both intimidated by Sirius, you can tell, but Sirius smiles, “Nice to meet you Alice and Frank. How long have you been together?”

They cheesily smile at each other, “Seven years and going strong,” Alice flashes her wedding ring. 

Marlene calls you over to the kitchen island, where she is mixing drinks up, “Hey darl!” 

“Sup, Marls.”

“Need a drink?”

“Just pink lemonade,” you hold out your cup. A boy comes around the table, smiling at you. Marlene smirks a little. 

“Y/n, this is CJ. He’s a footballer, and a damn good one.”

You grin, outstretching your hand, “Hi CJ, nice to meet you.”

He shakes it heartily, “Likewise.”

“What team do you play for?”

“Oh, just a local one,” he rubs his neck bashfully, “I’m not that good.” 

CJ, whatever it stands for, is handsome, with bright green eyes and curly brown hair. He’s sweet too and has this shy air around him that’s impossibly good natured. He’s Emmeline’s to-be lover.

“Try me.”

“Liverpool,” he says meekly. 

“Oh, you’re the Cruz Johnson! How’s football for a living?”

“It’s great, actually,” he chuckles, dipping his head to whisper secretly into your ear, “Though this beer is actually some recovery drink, so could be better.”

You laugh. 

He grins as he takes a sip and makes a funny face, “So what do you do?”

You tell him and he nods, “Impressive indeed. How’d you meet Marls here?”

“She and I were classmates! I wore her down eventually, she used to hate friendship.”

“Oh tell me about it. I met her at the football club, where she was playing for the ladies’ team. And the first time the coach tried to congratulate her she just rolled her eyes. He was filthy.”

“Oh?” your eyes are sparkling with mischief. 

“When he dislocated his cheekbone a few weeks later, she told him she could ski on them if she tried. Anyway.”

You purse your lips in amusement, “Am I allowed to laugh at that?”

“He looked like this,” Cruz makes a face and you giggle. 

Sirius is watching this all with a very sour look on his face, feeling very jealous. 

Cruz takes another sip of his drink, “So, who are you here with?”

You’re confused, “No one? I mean, unless you count Marlene, but she’s with Dorcas. And my friend Emmeline too.”

At the mention of Emmeline’s name, his eyes light up, “About her…”

“She’s single and she does like green eyes,” you pull him near the wily, tall Emmeline, who blushes shyly as she sees Cruz, “Besides, I think she has a thing for you. Ever since, you know, you crashed into her and spilled your coffee on her favourite shirt,” you joke. 

He blushes, “Gosh, you still remember that? Will you send me the name of the shirt so I can buy her five more? I know I already replaced hers but I still feel so bad.”

“Awh. That’s very nice of you, Cruz. Here,” you hand him your phone, “What’s your number?”

Sirius is watching you, hands tense around his cup. He decides to go up to you. 

“Hey darling,” he says lowly into your ear, making you jump and your cheeks heat up.

“Sirius!” you berate. Cruz is watching with a knowing smile as he hands your phone back. You quickly text him, “Okay, sent it.”

The two guys are sizing each other up. You can sense their hostility.

“Now, boys, be friendly. Cruz, do not worry, Sirius is only friends with Emmeline, and Sirius, don’t worry, Cruz won’t try to pick up Regulus.”

You feel both of them relax. Cruz grins at Sirius, “Nice to finally meet you, man.”

“You too!”

“And don’t worry, I don’t have feelings for her either.”

You’re silently eavesdropping on the conversation whilst texting Emmeline. You sneak a look at Sirius, who has an unnatural pink on his porcelain skin. 

“C’mon green-eyes, aren’t I obvious about it?”

Cruz agrees, “Too much so.”

“Anyway, I’ll let you get to Emmeline, Cruz.”

He stumbles, grins at you and waves at the same time, “Thanks, mate.” 

“No problems.”

You watch as he goes and makes a fool of himself in front of Emmeline, who likes it. You turn to Sirius, eyes still watching them. You’re still painstakingly lonely. Tonight you think you’ve third-wheeled at least three couples, and set up two. Even though Sirius is there, he’s just a constant reminder of what you can’t have. 

Sirius can see it in your eyes. He doesn’t know how much more he needs to do. Lily wants to know though. 

“Soooo, lovely,” she begins and you narrow your eyes at her. 

“I swear I didn’t take your cookie cutters and destroy them whilst trying to make clay sculptures with Emmeline and Cruz,” you put your hands up. Lily raises her brows and you murmur a quiet, “Oh no.” 

“My cookie cutters that you gave me?!” she yells. 

“It’s fine, I’ll get you new ones.”

She sighs, “Right. Anyway, Sirius Black.”

“Sirius Black,” you say slowly.

“Mhm. Are you ever going to tell him you like him?”

“No, I don’t even like him.” 

“You don’t?” Lily feigns surprise.

“Nope.”

“Is he cute?”

“Yeah.” 

“Is he nice?”

“Yeah.”

“Well?”

“He doesn’t like me like that, Lils,” you scold. 

“Why does he call you ‘darling’ then? He has to.”

“If he did, that would be embarrassing for him. Gosh knows he’s too good for me. If he likes me, I would question why because he could probably do better,” you shrug, “I’m confident, but not completely blind.” 

“Okay. So if he liked you, you would want to date him?”

You reply meekly, “Yeah.”

“I think you should tell him, though,” Lily sighs, “Better you than anyone else doing it.”

You ponder for a moment, “True,” you sigh, “He’ll be nice about it.”

Lily squeals, “I’m planning your wedding!!!” 

You knock on his apartment door, reconsidering for the last time whether you want to do it or not. 

Sirius opens the door, looking confused and handsome, eyes bluer than usual. 

“Hi,” you breathe. 

“Gorgeous, to what do I owe this sudden visit?”

“I just wanted to see you.”

“Really?” his eyes are glistening. 

“Yeah.” 

“Come in then. Mind the mess, taxes.”

You hum, “Need help?”

“Actually, yeah. Should I write off…”

You sit down, distracted by the papers flying everywhere, taking a pen and starting to write. Your mission is almost forgotten after you finish helping him with his taxes, smiling satisfiedly at the hefty return he receives. 

“Good,” you grin, admiring your work, “I’d say this is a successful tax file.” He swipes his tongue over his teeth, so attractively and seals the envelope, setting it down on his stack of things he needs to post. 

“Package to Marlene and Dorcas, papers to…” he rambles, pacing out his thoughts, “Oh, and my portfolio. Can you check if they’re alright to send in?”

“Portfolio?” 

“Oh,” he turns red, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully, “Someone asked me to model for them?”

“When?” you gasp. He hands you the envelope, and you carefully pry out some photos. 

“A week ago,” he murmurs, “Can you check these aren’t too…much?”

They’re glossy between your fingers and smooth, candid shots, some staged and every single one of them belongs on the cover of Vogue. It’s strange, the pictures of Sirius should be in a magazine, famed and lovely, but he’s right here. Nervously fidgeting around. He’s so tangible right now. You reach out to skim your fingers over the photos, then stretch them out to touch the skin near his lips. He’s taken aback but leans into your touch.

“I think they’re perfect,” you fold the envelope over, handing it back to him. 

He’s still looking incredibly ashamed of himself.

“Why do you look so sheepish?” you laugh, “Stop that! It’s alright.” You surge to hug him, “It’s amazing, Sirius.”

Sirius hides his face in your neck, “I feel like a show-off,” he mumbles and you laugh. 

“Sirius, it’s honestly alright. You’re not, far from it actually. It’s okay to have nice things.”

“I’m sorry. I’m being a wimp.”

“It’s fine, I understand. These feelings are completely normal, but that doesn’t mean they’re true. If I had a staggering net worth of a few hundred million and never told you, would you think I’m a show-off?”

He shook his head. 

“Exactly,” you smile at him, “Now do you want to go to the post office? It closes in half an hour.”

He nods, “‘Kay.”

The post office man greets him with some flirting, and he sets down his stack of parcels, ignoring him to go sign some of them. 

He looks over to you, “You’re his…” he studies your face, “friend?”

It makes you feel small and judged. You chew nervously on your lip, unconsciously stepping towards Sirius. You know you couldn’t possibly pass off as his girlfriend, but it’s an ugly reminder you don’t need. Sirius smiles politely, “These three are in a letter card, but can we get them to be delivered…”

After he pays, you try not to make it seem like you’re in a rush to get out. He notices, of course he does. “You okay?”

“Yeah.”

“What did he say to you?”

You stay quiet and Sirius does too. He drives to his apartment and sits down on his couch. You follow. He’s silent. 

“He said something about us,” you break the fragile silence, “About me.”

“What?” 

“Well he looked at me and then asked if I was your friend after giving me a once-over.”

Sirius shrugs, “Aren’t you?”  

Your heart falls, “Well–. The thing is–, look, I’ve been meaning to tell you this, but I kind of– scratch that, I have this massive crush on you and probably more,” you wince, “Please be nice about this.”

He looks positively shocked. You can’t tell if it’s good shock or bad shock. 

You grimace, “And please can we stay friends?”

“You think I’m rejecting you?” he almost scoffs, lifting you easily into his lap. He’s so close you could count the colours in his eyes. A charcoal, a light cerulean, a tinge of yellow ochre, “After all my countless advances, the gifts, even inviting you into my piano room whilst I played, I couldn’t, sweetheart,” he says softly. 

“Haven’t you noticed I haven’t ever dated anyone since two years back? That I ” he continues, “All because I want to be yours. Because I couldn’t even think of wanting anyone else. I like you so much.”

“Hey Sirius?”

“Mm?”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“You already did.”

“Can I kiss you?”

You huff, and before you can do anything, he’s grinning as he presses his lips to yours, smiling into the kiss. When you break apart, he's still grinning. He thinks he will be for the rest of his life.

“Whoa,” you say as you grin at him. 

He hugs you tightly, “Please never say we should be friends again.”

You nod, “Never.” 

[shiftingwithmars]

Taking A Break-Barty Crouch Jr One Shot

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A/N:Enjoy this while I work on my other fic! This one might end up being kinda long.

Summary: When you suggest to take a break, things don’t quite go as planned.

Pairing:Barty Crouch Jr x Potter!Reader

Warnings:Fluff, angst if you squint, swearing, soft Barty, clingy Barty, non-evil Barty, reader is James’ sister, use of Y/n, mentions of smoking, mentions of fighting and blood, Dorlene, Jily , Wolfstar, Barty earns James’ approval, lmk what I missed.

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You sighed softly as you sat next to Barty on his bed, trying to keep your nerves under control. “What did you want to talk about?” Barty asked softly, smiling as he rested his head on your chest. You ran a hand through his hair, feeling horrible about what you were about to do. Things had been stressful recently, and your grades had been dropping way too much. “I-I think we need to take a break.” You said softly, waiting for Barty to lash out and get mad at you. But he didn’t. He just sighed, curling up on your lap.

“How long do you need?” He questioned, pulling you closer as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. “A-a week maybe?” You suggested, once again waiting for Barty to yell at you. But he didn’t. Instead he just nodded in understanding, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “That’s fine. A week isn’t that long.” He said with a shrug. He hugged you even tighter, and you couldn’t resist the urge to roll your eyes.

“I don’t think you quite get how a break works.” You teased, playfully nudging him. Barty chuckled, smiling up at you. “Just savoring the moment.” You rolled your eyes once more. “Are you savoring the moment or are you just clingy?” You asked with a giggle. Barty chuckled, shrugging a little. “Both.”

Things went surprisingly well. You guys managed to get through the week without talking to each other. Apart from a few stolen glances in class or the hallways, you didn’t interact. However, things all went downhill when a week stretched into a month.

You don’t know how it came to this. The two of you had agreed to start talking to each other again Monday morning, but somehow a week had turned into a month. You still caught Barty’s gaze every once in awhile, but apart from that the two of you kind of just ignored each other. The weird part was that you didn’t even miss him.

You were splayed out in the common room, sitting between Lily and Marlene on the couch meanwhile Dorcas and Mary sat on the floor. “I don’t know, it just feels weird. I feel perfectly fine, which I shouldn’t because I haven’t talked to my boyfriend for an entire month.” You explained, fiddling with your ring. “Honestly, you’re way better off without him.” Marlene said with a shrug, popping a gummy worm into her mouth. “Girls are better anyways.” She added, winking at Dorcas who was sitting in front of her. You rolled your eyes, leaning back against the couch.

“Whatever happened to ‘all Slytherins are bad’?” You challenged, and Marlene rolled her eyes. “Oh shut it.” She said playfully, throwing a pillow at you. You caught it, tossing it behind you. “Ow!” You glanced back at the voice, laughing as you saw Sirius holding a hand over his eye.

“Y/n, we have a problem.” Sirius exclaimed, a serious expression on his face. All of the laughter instantly died down. “What’s wrong? You look worried. Sirius Black is never worried.” Mary exclaimed, sitting up straight so she could properly see Sirius. “It’s Barty.”

You hurried down the hallway, struggling to push through the crowd. You finally fought your way to the front, your eyes landing on a very bruised Barty standing in the middle of the crowd, his eyes trained on the bruised and bloody Ravenclaw in front of him. “Say it again, I fucking dare you!” Barty spat, his hands balled into fists. He made an effort to lunge for the guy again but Evan and Regulus held him back. Remus and James held the Ravenclaw boy back, keeping the two from clashing again.

Evan and Regulus pulled Barty away, dragging him towards the Slytherin dorms. You glanced back at him, your eyes filled with worry. “You should go check on him.” James said softly, coming to stand next to you while Sirius and Remus dealt with the Ravenclaw boy. “Whatever happened to you not approving of him?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah, well, I think he just proved himself.” You looked at James, a confused expression on your face. “Go. Your boyfriend needs you.” James said softly, as if he were trying to remind you of just how important Barty was to you.

You hesitated outside Barty’s dorm, trying to calm your nerves. You hadn’t been here in a month. You hadn’t even talked to Barty in a month. What if he no longer cared about you? But then James’ words echoing in your mind. ‘I think he just proved himself.’ That had to mean something. You hesitantly knocked on the door, waiting for a response. “Come in.” Barty called from the other side. You cautiously entered, your eyes immediately landing on where Barty was pressing an ice pack to a bruise above his eye.

You slowly went over to him, sitting down beside him. “You okay?” You asked softly, slowly reaching to touch him but then pulling back. Barty glanced at you, forcing a small smile. “I’m fine.” He lied. Barty studied you, trying to ignore the pain in his chest as he thought about you. How he hadn’t seen you in a month.

“Why?” You questioned curiously. Barty glanced up at you, raising an eyebrow. “That’s all you have to ask? Just…’why’?” He questioned curiously. “That’s all I need to know.” You responded, sighed softly as you sat on his bed.

“He said something he shouldn’t have. Had to set him straight.” Barty’s words were firm and filled with bitterness. You met his gaze, knowing there was more to the story. Barty sighed before continuing. “He was planning to ask you out. I know it wasn’t a big deal, but I…I didn’t want him to steal what little hope I had left…” Barty said softly, his eyes filled with hurt as he stared at the ground.

Your gaze softened, and you resisted the urge to reach out and hug him. “I’m sorry. I should’ve reached out.” You said softly, your hand slowly moving towards his. Barty took your hand without hesitation, holding it tightly. “It’s not entirely your fault. I didn’t reach out either.” Barty said softly, a look of guilt crossing his face.

You gently took his face in your hands, smiling as you looked at him. “You gonna kiss me or what, Junior? Barty’s gaze narrowed at the nickname, and a pout slowly formed on his face. “Don’t call me junior, you know I hate it!” He replied with the saddest expression he could manage, which wasn’t very effective. You laughed, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. “I love you, idiot.” You said softly. “I love you too, moron.” Barty replied, hugging you tightly.

You smiled as you bounced up to your friends, who were sitting under a tree in the courtyard. You sat next to Sirius, giving a friendly smile to Remus, who was currently lying in his lap with a book in hand. James was rambling about something that happened in Charms, meanwhile Peter absentmindedly played with a blade of grass. Lily and Mary were busy talking about potions class, meanwhile Marlene just looked around in boredom.

You enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere, basking in your friend’s warmth. That was, until, the usual Slytherin crowd came to ruin the peace. Evan and Barty ran over, making a lot more noise than necessary. Evan playfully shoved Marlene, and Barty ruffled Lily’s hair. Dorcas had a smile painted on her face as she sat in Marlene’s lap, making herself right at home. Evan climbed into the tree, helping his sister up with him. Pandora’s legs dangled below her as she leaned against a thick branch. Barty finally stopped taunting the others, collapsing next to you with a grin.

Barty sat behind you, his head resting on your shoulder as his hands found purchase on your waist. You sighed, leaning against him with a smile. “Woah, wait a minute. Since when are you two a thing again?” Sirius asked with a raised brow, leaning forward in curiosity. You blushed, and Barty smirked as he kissed your cheek. “Doesn’t matter. As long as it continues to get on James’ nerves.” Barty said with a laugh. You turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow. “And I love you, too. I’m with you because I love you!” Barty said immediately, jumping to his own defense without hesitation. You rolled your eyes, resting your head on his chest as you listened to your friends banter back and forth.

[otrtbs]

Sorry for clogging up ur asks, but I wanted to know ur opinions on these ships, and you are very welcome to ramble all you want:

Rosekiller (Barty X Evan)

Nobleflower (Narcissa X alice)

Marylily (Mary X Lily)

Dorlene (Dorcas X Marlene)

Jily (James X Lily)

Wiseflower (Minerva McGonagall X Poppy Pomfrey)

Pandoracs (Pandora Lovegood X Dorcas Meadowes)

Marylene (Mary McDonald X Marlene McKinnon)

Pandylily (Pandora Lovegood X Lily Evans)

Dramione (Draco X Hermione)

ahyayayay love being given license to ramble 😋

Rosekiller love rosekiller !! love rosekiller in like a 'they're unhealthily codependent and it makes them a little fucked up but they also have the capacity to live a normal life together' kinda way. i still want them to wreak havoc but not on eachother it's more like barty and evan against the world.

Nobleflower i recently started getting into this ship but 1,000% i can see the vision! it's one of those ships that i want saturated in angst. canon compliant or not i want to sob!

Marylily love love love Marylily! i tend to think about a lot of ships in terms of tropes a lot of the time and Marylily is so good for the childhood bestfriends mutual pining stories that i love !! the excitement and challenges of coming-of-age !! idk why i feel like that fits them so well but it does!!

Dorlene biggest dorlene fan. love them. they are everything to me. canon compliant angst and devastation ?? makes me sob! enemies to lovers arc is so good for them as well (quidditch rivals! academic rivals!) even if it's like a one-sided enemies to lovers situation where marlene is obsessed with dorcas and dorcas is like '??? we are mortal enemies and i will stop at nothing to beat you.' love.

Jily if you come from background of wolfstar fics i feel like it's pretty hard to not like jily tbh. i love jily when it's written a particular way but i do think i have more specificities when it comes to jily sometimes. but ultimately i adore them!!

Wiseflower not at all opposed to this! i think it's sweet but tbh im not super interested in their generation so i don't think i would ever read them unless they were background in another fic if that makes sense.

Pandorcas YES! so good!! i esp vibe w it if pandora is a ravenclaw and dorcas is a slytherin i like the different house dynamics!! i also just think that they would be so unstoppable together and so incredibly smart that it would inspire fear in everyone else. they're like almost all-knowing ,, nothing gets past them,, they see and know e v e r y t h i n g hahaha.

Marylene tbh i don't mind the ship but also i don't think that i would actively read a fic where they're the main pair. I don't hate it but i'm not over-enthused about it either

Pandalily love them!! love them so much!! i think pandora adds just the right amount of whimsy to lily's practicality. and i can also get behind an unhinged version of them as well. pandora pulling lily into some wild schemes of hers and lily helping to improve upon them >>> anything from jewel thievery to murder i would read all about their exploits

Dramione not a dramione fan. :/ gonna be so real with you. i was an avid drarry reader and supporter and i am happy in that lane!

[bamboozled-distress]

pls help

[robynlilyblack]

The one for me

James Potter and fem! Slytherin! reader

[Requested – see request here]

Summary: Y/n’s had a crush on James for a long time but she has trouble approching him being his polar opposite…not to mention a Slytherin

Warnings: swearing, lightest of angst, injury, mentions of blood, a gash on the readers arm and sex, kissing, honestly really fluffy

A/n: 3.9k words, first time writing James properly in a romantic sense (yes james is getting a pretty purple theme x), slight sirius and reader but not really, I hope I did him justice x thank you for the request I actually adore this piece so much xx

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You clutched your books to your chest heading in the direction of the library, aiming to try and finish your essay this afternoon since tomorrow you wouldn’t have time with the match. Your mind was currently planning what you needed to do, what books you needed to grab and which case studies to pair with each point, you were so caught up you walked right into someone as they came around the corner.

Your barley registered what happened, all you knew is your books were no longer in your hands and you felt like you broke your arse “Merlin are you alright?” your heart stopped at the voice, head tilting up to see none other than James Potter, your long-time crush, looking down at you worried

All you could do was nod, eyes drifting down to see your books scattered across the floor, as well as your skirt had rose quite a bit. It seemed like he followed your eyes, his gaze now on your upper thighs instead of your face before snapping out of it as you pull the fabric down, moving onto your knees to begin picking up your books

He kneels down picking up one of the books “I’m sorry” he apologises but you just continued to pick up the others too nervous to speak to him

You’d gathered all of your books but one and that one happened to be in his hand “Thank you” you say quietly accepting the book from him, breath hitching as your fingers brush together

“Your-” James starts but is cut off by a call from down the hall

“Prongs! Hurry up he’s not going to prank himself!” Sirius’ voice bellows down the corridor

James looks over his shoulder then back to you meeting your eyes “You alright?” he checks one more time and when you give him a little nod he stands up, running down the hall

You just stared at his retreating figure, why did you say anything that was literally the perfect meet cute and what did you do? say nothing as per usual. You were a quiet person but that shy nature was made ten times worse when James was in front of you, yet at the same time there was this little sense of peace he gave you when you almost lost yourself in his eyes just now. Sighing you stood up, holding your books in one hand while you dusted yourself with the other before walking once again towards the library.

You had given up on the essay about half an hour ago, opting to just doddle instead, as you did you didn’t notice the marauders taking a seat at another table nearby “Moony why do you have to drag us here?” Sirius whines as he slouches into his seat “It’s so dull”

Remus rolls his eyes “You realise you can’t be an auror without good grades, right?” he earns a groan as a response “You’ll thank me one day” he says patting his back

James wasn’t paying much attention as Remus attempted to convince Sirius. His eyes had drifted over to you right away, watching as your tugged on your lip, the little nose scrunch you did as you concentrated, his gaze was only pulled from you as Sirius spoke “I’m just not in the mood to study Moo…ny” James notices as he stops talking eyes drifting to where he was just staring “I’m in the mood for something else…or someone else, she’s cute” he smirks while James starts to panic

“She’s really sweet, I’ve seen her hang around Lily and Dorca a few times” Peter notes “Really shy” he adds

Remus looks at Sirius then to you, expression mirroring James’ “I like shy, I don’t usually go for Slytherin but if they like her then she must be sweet, Dorcas’s like a bullshit detector” he jokes standing up “If you’ll excuse me gentlemen” he walks over to you, all three boys watching, Peters eyes flicking between you while James’ fixate on you and Remus’ on Sirius

You jump a little as you feel someone sit next to you, nerves swarming your stomach as you see a smiley Sirius Black next to you “Hi” he greets hand out “Sirius” he winks

Your eyes widen, mouth ajar “H-hi” you choke out in a way Sirius can’t help but find cute, you look down at his hand accepting the hand shake “Y/n” you answer quietly

After awkwardly holding on to his hand for a little long you pull back, face heating up, you hated attention and it was made worse as it was coming from the wrong marauder “What you up to cutie?” he flirts loving the way you seem to get more flustered, while two of the marauders watch with pits in their stomachs

You avoid his eyes looking at your half complete essay and “Umm I was doing my essay but I well…” you gesture to the doodles before tugging to hair behind your ear “…got a little bored”

Sirius’ eyes gloss over the doddles, some just stars and flowers but it was the little paw prints, moon, a stag and what looks like the star of a rat or mouse that caught his eye “Seems like you already know me and my friends darling” he points to the doodles “Would it be to forward to ask you on a date?” he muses, there was a 50/50 chance it was him, the stag was done with a lot of care and were the little paw prints that scattered most of the page, must be either him or James

You don’t look at him at first, you were terrified he caught your secret but then he ended up going to the wrong conclusion “Umm” you look at him “I’m really sorry…I…I like someone else. You’re really sweet though and I was just doodling these because I…” you think of an excuse “…saw your prank earlier and you guys were on my mind” your voice is nervous and timid, scared of his reaction

“Fair enough” he notices your surprise “No hard feelings darling, that was the sweetest and most adorable rejection I’ve ever had” he smiles at you “I’m supposing you aren’t going to tell he who the lucky person is huh?” you shake your head little out a giggle feeling better “You going to the game tomorrow?” he asks

You make a face “I’m on the team so yeah I should probably go” you jest feeling more comfortable than before

His eyes widen “Sorry… I’ve never really paid attention to the opposing teams let alone Slytherins” he chuckles scratching his neck

“Bart and Evan are nice, and your brothers really kind to me too” that makes Sirius smile “The rest though well they’re…arseholes” you bite your lip as he barks a laugh

“You know my brother well?” he inquires his tone more sinerce than before

As you begin to explain how you know him and Sirius asking some questions clearly checking in on him the boys watch, Remus’ grip on his book tightens “He’s been over there a…a while” he notes trying to return to study

James nods “Yeah” he says a little sadly, wondering why you could speak so easily to Sirius, his heart sinking that you were going to end up with someone that wasn’t him

“Prongs?” Peter asks looking up to see James was in his own world “Prongs?” he says a little louder hand reaching to nudge him gently

“Mhm?” he looks over at Peter “Sorry Wormy what’s up?” he asks trying to act like everything was fine

“So you and Lily together yet?” he inquires

Remus looks up from his book “You two have been getting along well recently” he gives him a smile

James felt his stomach twinge, yes, he pursed Lily and yes, they were close now but no, they weren’t together “We’re friends” he shrugs

“Friends” Remus mocks his movement “Mate you’ve only been whining about this for over 6 years…” Remus tilts his head “Something you not telling us?”

James swallows hard, he hadn’t told his friends about his change of heart yet, luckily, he didn’t have to come up with an answer as Sirius returned, plopping himself back down at the table “Hey” he greets with a huge smile

Remus’ interested expression drops “So? How’d it go?” he asks, no one noting the slight waver in his voice

Sirius shrugs “I asked her out and she turned me down, in the cutest way possible by the way. Although I think I’ve made a friend” he says genuinely, both James and Remus’ shoulders relax something they both take note of

“She really turned you down?” Peter asks surprised “What was her reason?”

“She likes someone else” he says plainly

James’s heart was conflicted, happy you weren’t going to date his best mate but sad at the thought you liked someone that wasn’t him. At the same time James had always been a hopeful guy, there was a chance that your someone was him

“Moony you seen my gloves?” James asks looking around, moving the covers and random clutter around his desk to in attempt to find them

Remus laughs at him “Prongs mate their hanging out your back pocket” he shakes his head pointing

James looks at his friend then pats his arse, laughing as he pulls the gloves out “What would I do without you Moony” he smiles at the boy

“Lose your head most likely” he jokes making James chuckle before his expression turns to thoughtful “Prongs?”

“Yeah?” James answers as he sits on his bed, slipping on his shoes

“Why were you relieved yesterday when Pads came back?” he inquires, the event had been bothering him, not because he thought they shared the same reason but he felt like James was hiding something

James stops tying his shoes “Could ask you the same” he turns the question around “I’ll tell you if you tell me” he proposes

“Agreed” Remus nods moving to sit on the opposite bed

James sighs “I like y/n, like really fancy her and have for a while now” he confesses “Do…do you like her too?” he asks a little pained but it turns confused as Remus shakes his head “Then why….” He stops himself as he realises “Oh” a small smile graces his face “If it helps I think you both would make a great couple”

Remus smiles at that “Thanks, I just don’t know how or if I should even tell him…” he hesitates, James says quiet he wasn’t exactly one to give relationship advice considering his own track record “So y/n huh?” he changes the subject back to James

He lets out a little laugh “Yeah, she’s just so cute and there’s something about it her it’s different than Lily. I loved the idea of Lily she’s a pretty girl but with y/n all I can think about is laying my head on her lap while she reads or holding her hand you know? The simple stuff” he looks up at his friend

Remus nods eyes a little glassy “Yeah I know that feeling well”

The match was now in full swing and it was tight, coming down to who could catch the snitch first. You spotted Marlene with the quaffle to you flew towards her, flipping upside down as you snatched it from her grasp, baffling the girl and earning screams from the Slytherin stands

“And Y/l/n snatches the quaffle from McKinnon, sorry darling but that was quite the steal!” Dorca announces over the stands, James looks over as you expertly dodge the other chaser on his team, throwing the quaffle “She scores! Ten points to Slytherin, she may be quiet but boy oh boy can the girl play” Dorca compliments

If you weren’t running on the adrenaline from the game you would have collapsed into yourself, although you weren’t far off as Barty swung by to give his compliments “Nice one doll” he winks before flying off again

“Few more of them and we should be golden” Regulus says as he flies by giving you a gentle squeeze to the shoulder

You smiled to yourself, catching the eye of James across the pitch who gives you a smile before flying off, you were so busy thinking of how your crush just smiled at you to see the bludger until it was too late. You did try at the last second to move but it still hit you, well hit the front of your broom, splitting it apart and sending you crashing down, not fast enough that it would really hurt but enough you landed with a thump, being thrown to the ground as you landed

James turned back seeing you on the ground “Y/n” he says freaking out that you were hurt, “What the fuck man!” he screams towards his beater who shrugs yelling back something like ‘she’s just a Slytherin’ as he races down to the ground landing just after Regulus and Barty who have already abandoned the game get to your side

“Y/n you alright doll?” Barty asks as you groan

You nod weakly “My arm” you let out a sob at the pain coursing through it, holding it tightly

You didn’t really register that James had barged between Regulus and Barty shocking the two of them “You alright?” he asks breathless in his panic

You don’t speak just remove your hand from your arm realising the shattering of your broom lead to some of the splinters cutting it, blood all over your hand. James’ hands move quickly over the wound to stop it bleeding out, not caring about the look Regulus and Barty share

“James there’s still a game” Regulus reminds him “One of us can take her-” he starts but James shakes his head

“No, you two go I’ll take her” he dismisses them

Barty and Regulus look at you then James, nodding slowly as they turn to get their brooms just as Marlene lands “What’s going on?” she looks confused before seeing your arm “Is she okay?” her face morphs to worry

“Is everyone just stopping-Y/n!” Evan says angry flying down before he sees you and lands

It seems most of the stands had noticed the crowd on the base of the pitch now, most not seeing you go down as their eyes were fixed on the chase for the snitch “What happened?” Remus asks looking down leaning on the edge of the stands squinting

Sirius leans on it as well “I don’t know…we should go down because Marls and James is there…and my brother” he says nervously but Remus wasn’t really paying attention his eyes fixed on the way Sirius hand moves over his as he realised his brother was down there

You passed out from the pain or stress shortly after and James didn’t leave your side, insisting on carrying you to the hospital wing. Evan had asked James what he wanted to do about the game before he left to which he told him that Gryffindor should have been fouled for that move and he’d concede as captain, Evan almost took him up on that but decided to call it a tie instead

Once Poppy had seen you, your friends came and gone asking James who didn’t seem like he was leaving to let them know when you woke up. Sirius, Remus, Dorcas and Marlene where all headed to the hospital wing, stopping as they saw the way James was looking down at you, how he brushed some hair from your face and never let go of your hand

“Did we miss a memo or something?” Marlene looks at the two boys for answers

“I knew it” Sirius smiles “Come on you can hear everything from that bed if you sit there” he motions for them to follow to the small row of seats

The others join but still question it “How exactly do you know you can hear everything?” Dorca asks

“Well, when Moons unwell…” Remus tenses but relaxes as Sirius’ squeezes his leg “…me, Wormtail and James discovered that the way the sound bounces in the room you can hear the conversation”

“Cool” Marlene nods settling into the chair and wrapping her arm around her girlfriend

Remus looks at him confused “What do you mean you knew? Did he tell you too?” he wonders

Sirius shakes his head “No y/n doodled a stag on her page when I talked to her” he explains earning nods “He told you?” he says a little sad James didn’t confided in him

“He only told me this morning because I asked about it” Remus clarifies “Oh” he hears something “I think she’s waking up” the four teens lean forward watching and listening to the scene unfold

James’ eyes light up as you stir “Y/n?” he tilts his head

You scrunch up your face as you come too “James?” your voice barely a whisper as he was the last person you remembered being with you

“I’m here” his grip on your hand tightens his other hand coming to clasp it

Your eyes shoot open, it wasn’t a dream he’s really here and oh merlin he’s holding your hand, you look down at them before up to his face “oww” you wince trying to sit up

“Hey” he lets go of your hands helping you, not noticing you were just watching him as he lifted you carefully “There you go love” he props up your pillow, hand unconsciously moving to brush some hair out of your face

“What happened?” you ask looking at your bandaged arm

“You fell off your broom got a nasty gash” he winces himself  “Oh and your broom is…in half but I’ll buy you a new one they never should have thrown a bludger at you directly like that” he reassures you meeting your eyes

Your heart flutters at the attention “You don’t have to…” you gently shake your head a smile on your face

“I want to” he takes your hand again, noticing the way you look down at it “Y/n?” as you back up he gets lost in your eyes “I…” this was harder than he thought

You tilt your head before bringing your hand over to cover his deciding this could be your chance “You…” you prompt unknowing running your thumb over his knuckles

The contact relaxes him, the situation less scary when you did that “I like you” he confesses with a smile “Like really like you…I know it’s weird to confess that when we barely know each other but…”

“I like you too” you cut him off gently, his smile widening “I know what you mean, I wanted to talk to you so many times but I was nervous. I was scared we were so different it wouldn’t work out or if you’d even like me, then sprinkle the green tie on top of that” you let out a little laugh as does he “You’re so popular and confident and really pretty” he licks his lips, no one every called him pretty, handsome sure, but he liked pretty better “While I’m shy and a bookworm and…actually I am quite pretty too” you smile to yourself

“You know opposites do attract” his free hand comes up to caress your cheek, loving the way you lean into it “Would it be too soon to ask for a kiss?” he looks at you for permission

You nod “I think your right on time” he smiles fingers gently guiding your face to meet his, lips softly meeting

As you kiss the four eavesdroppers quietly celebrate “Go Prongs and lil Y/n” Sirius smirks

Dorcas hands cover mouth unable to handle the adorable confession “Aww” she pouts watching the sweetest kiss in the universe take place before her girlfriend tilts her head up for their own kiss

Sirius huffs light heartedly “Wish I had someone to kiss” he shakes his head

Remus looked over at you and James then to Sirius, he didn’t know if it was the similar situation or your confession but he felt a surge of confidence, grabbing Sirius face, turning it and pulling him in for a kiss. Sirius’ eyes widened no reacting even after Remus pulls away, just staring into space in front of him while Remus’ confidence left as soon as it came, stumbling up and walking out of the infirmary as fast as he could

Sirius’ fingers glazed over his lips a smile on his face that would not be leaving soon, turning to Marlene and Dorca that had huge grins “Did…he…um…did he…” he struggles to form a sentence, breathing heavy as his face fills with sheer joy

Marlene giggles “Is Sirius Black been rendered speechless” she lightly teases

“What’s going on over there?” James asks as you both have turned your attention to the group after hearing a squeal from either Marlene or Dorca

Sirius snaps out of his daze turning to look at Remus but doubling back as he realises he is gone “Where’d he go?” he looks at the two girls

“He ran away” Dorca informs him

He stands up “Oh hell no he doesn’t get to kiss me and walk his pretty little arse out of here” he announces before beginning to run out then turns back to James “Prongs you got the-” it seemed like James already knew walking up and handing him the thing he needed “Thank you” he cups James’ face excitedly before turning away

“Go get him tiger!” James calls out as Sirius practically sprints out followed by Marlene and Dorca clearly going to watch

James lets out a laugh before turning back to you whose smiling at the scene you just witnessed “Looks like we aren’t the only ones that are confessing today”

“About time for them now I think about it” he says sitting back down and taking your hand “Can I assume the guy you told Sirius you liked was me?” he confirms

“Yes” you reply nodding his question sparking your own “James…” you bite your lip “…can I ask you something?”

He sits forward in his seat his other hand finding its way to your leg “Anything love” he smiles

You take a breath “What about Lily? I know you used to go after her and there were rumours you two…are…were…” you grimace at the thought “together”

He understood your concern “Me and Lily are friends, nothing more than that. I’ve liked you for a while now, it was one of the reasons why I stopped trying to go after lily. I did kiss her once but it felt wrong” he cups your cheeks “She wasn’t the one for me because the one for me is you”

You break out in a smile “You’re the one for me too” you say leaning in for another kiss, this one longer than previous, lips moving perfectly in sync his fingers gently making their way into your hair

Pulling away panting lightly James leans his forehead on yours “Poppy said you can leave once she looks over you” he kisses your nose as he finishes making you giggle “Got anything planned tonight?”

“I was just going to read” you kiss his nose back making him smirk

“You think I could join you?” he asks, heart soaring as you nod and move in to kiss him once more

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I saw that you wanted to write the girlies into your fics more often, so I wanted to make a request 8) Can I request a reader x Regulus where reader is crushing BAD on Reggie, and the girlies take it upon themselves to try and do a little matchmaking? I love your work, and your recent Barty fic was AMAZING btw!!!

the girlies<333 oh how i love them and their silly little adventures, thank you for giving me an excuse to write them babes! and for being soso sweet omg you're an angel

Summary: Dorcas has had it with two of her best friends walking on eggshells around each other to avoid their feelings. So, she puts her best meddlers on the case to end it once and for all, and make the idiots kiss.

Words: 5.7k (i am unwell)

Warnings: not proofread, mutual pining believed to be unrequited love, use of y/n, slytherin!fem!reader, background girlies, rosekiller and dorlene, teasing, awkwardness, language, confessions of love, really cliche but makes up for it in sweetness?

Note: who wouldn't be down bad crying at the gym for reggie?

Though you believed being humble was virtuous, you did pride yourself with being a particularly kind person.

Most people in the castle got over well with you, and you had been able to float in and out of all the major friend groups in your year. The self-declared Marauders often ran to hide with you when chased by a consequence in one form or another, and the Hufflepuff quidditch team seemingly adopted you after you cheered them up after their first loss of the season. With all the pressures of Hogwarts and the lives you were soon to embark on afterwards, it was the least you could do to spread some joy, and perhaps receive a bit in return.

At the end of the day, you always came back to your friend group, though – a heap of entangled limbs and snickering, usually found in the same trusted corner of the Slytherin common room. Barty was always in some way or another physically on top of Evan, rarely conventional cuddling positions, while Pandora sat cross-legged on the floor by them, preferably braiding someone’s hair. Dorcas would sit on the table or lounge chair, waving her arms emphatically, often hitting either you or her girlfriend Marlene – the one Gryffindor you all collectively accepted – square in the face, multiple times throughout the night.

Oh, how you loved them.

And if their cheers every time you returned to them from your little friendship tours, as Barty called them, were anything to go by – they loved you too.

Then, there was Regulus Black.

The victim of whatever positions Evan and Barty felt like sitting in, as he always sat at the other end of the sofa they inhabited. The calm and collected of the bunch, except for when Dorcas or Barty said something particularly outlandish he just had to argue with. The multitasker, always with a book in hand, whether for personal enjoyment or study-related, somehow devouring them while catching every word around him. The wittiest one, well-timed remarks hitting people – usually Barty – square in the chest.

The object of all your desires.

Because while you were a kind person, and arguably well-liked, Regulus was the one person you never managed to get quite close to. You were in the same little circle of friends, sure, and had been having friendly conversation and banter for the past 7 years. In theory, you know each other like the backs of your hands, but in practice you had never been alone in a room with him for more than a few minutes before he runs off.

It hurt you once upon a time, wondering what was wrong with you to make him seemingly be repelled from you like oil from water. Over the years though, you realised that is just kind of how Regulus operates. There is some reason behind all the mechanics, but they are not for others to know, just him to sulk over, and you have to accept what you’re given until he’s ready to offer more. Though you tried not to dwell on the fact that it was only you he seemed to avoid to that extent. You had to leave it to him to figure it out, you had decided.

You could live with that, but distance unfortunately made your heart grow fonder. Painfully so.

Regulus Black with his gorgeous black curls that have been so soft to the touch every time you have been close to it during your late nights around the fireplace. Regulus Black with his flowy white shirts and silver rings, gleaming in the glow of Hogwarts’s many candles. Regulus Black with his stupidly beautiful laugh whenever one of his friends could withdraw a real one from him, as if fished from the depths of his chest. Regulus Black with his striking grey eyes that you could get lost in, and have embarrassingly so, many a time. Regulus Black with his–

“Y/N would you quit pining for just a second and listen to me!” Dorcas’s exasperated voice cut through your musings, as you looked up at her with a non quizzical hum, only causing her to groan louder.

You were laying on your bed, almost ready for the night, while Dorcas apparently had tried to get through to you from her own bed mere metres from yours. Your best friend was sat on her bedside, hands on her knees as she looked just about ready to tackle you. Lovingly, of course.

“How’d you know I was even thinking about that?” you challenge, but there is no real fight in you as Dorcas’s gaze has already levelled you.

“You think about much else?”

“Rude.”

“Ruder to call him ‘that’. Put some respect on Reggie’s name.” You rolled your eyes, and had to fight the urge to shush her.

“Oh, don’t worry, he can’t hear us all the way from the boys’ dormitories.” 7 years of friendship had taught her almost too much about you.

“Would you stop trying to read my mind?” You climbed over in her bed to give her the attention she so craved. “It’s a bit intense.”

Dorcas flopped down on her back, sighing at nothing in particular. “You love that I know you so well. And someone ought to read your mind, if you’re not going to speak it.”

“Maybe some things are better left unsaid,” you teased her, but she kept giving you a narrow stare.

“I simply refuse to believe that.”

“Hey, where’s Marls?” you ask, not necessarily because you missed the blonde and pink haired menace you had come to view as a sister. Mostly just to shift the topic at hand. “Wasn't she supposed to stay the night?”

“Yeah, but she’s running an errand for me.”

“An errand?” You quirked a brow at her, looking over at a clock you kept by your bedside. “12 minutes before curfew?”

“Yes,” Dorcas said, giving you a duh look. Stupid you.

As if on cue, Marlene all but kicked down your door with a grin plastered on her face. “How ya doin’ ladies? I brought friends.” In behind her came Pandora and Lily, smiling a bit more softly, though there was a mischievous glint in Lily’s eyes that could only be a poor habit picked up from a certain Gryffindor bunch.

You gave enthusiastic greetings in return, happy to see your friends, but your brow still furrowed at the unexpected guests. A quick glance at Dorcas, whose lips curled into a grin so innocent that it immediately raised suspicions, only deepened your confusion.

“What’s this about?” you asked, voice laced with curiosity but also a growing sense of foreboding. A roomful of your closest friends this late at night – this had all the hallmarks of an ambush.

“Oh, nothing,” Dorcas said, too casually. She was still sprawled on her back, her eyes half-closed, but you didn’t miss the smirk playing on her lips. “We just thought it would be super fun to have a little... chat.”

Pandora was already situated on the floor right in front of you, humming some unfamiliar tune as she twisted her locs absentmindedly, while Lily leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a knowing smile dancing across her face. Marlene, never one for subtlety, was practically bouncing on the spot, barely containing her excitement.

“A chat?” You narrowed your eyes at them, already sensing that you were the centre of whatever this was. “That everyone knows about beforehand except me? I think that's called an intervention.”

Marlene’s grin widened. “You’re smarter than you look.”

“Hey!” You threw a pillow at her, which she easily dodged, cackling. “Okay, seriously girls. What’s going on?”

Lily stepped forward, eyes twinkling with mischief. “We’ve been talking. Well, more like observing.”

“Observing what exactly?” you asked, a sinking feeling creeping into your stomach. You knew these girls, and you knew when they were up to something.

“More like observing who,” Marlene interjected with a wink, as she casually threw herself onto Dorcas’s bed beside you, almost kicking her girlfriend in the face.

Pandora hummed softly, eyes now trained on her chipping purple nailpolish. “It’s just… you’ve been staring at Regulus like a lovesick puppy for years, and he’s been acting all distant and broody in response. Now that we're in our final year, the harmony should be set right before we all leave.”

You sat up straighter. “I have not–”

“Oh, come off it, Y/N.” Dorcas finally sat up, folding her legs beneath her. “You practically melt every time he so much as glances your way, and we’ve all seen the way you fawn over his hair like it’s spun silk. It’s borderline painful.”

Your face flushed, but you tried to play it off with a wave of your hand. “I don’t fawn.”

“You do,” Lily said, with the smallest hint of a smirk. “And Regulus? Merlin, that boy has been pining for you for too long. If you're a lovesick puppy, he's a kicked street dog.”

Your heart stumbled in your chest. “Wait– what?”

Marlene clapped her hands together in delight, as if she had been waiting for this exact moment. “Oh, darling, it’s so obvious. He’s completely smitten. Why do you think he’s always avoiding you? The boy’s terrified he’ll do something stupid like… I don’t know, confess his undying love for you in front of everyone.”

You blinked, completely taken aback. You expected them to give you a get it together speech, not... whatever this is.

“But– but, what, no, he’s always so cold around me. I thought–”

“That’s because he’s a socially inept idiot when it comes to feelings,” Dorcas interjected with a shrug, never one to sugarcoat it, though her voice softened when she took in your confused face. “Look, Regulus has spent his whole life trying to remain in control, but when he's around you he can't. So, if he can’t figure out how to act, he just… doesn’t.”

Lily nodded. “He’s not used to wanting something as much as he wants you.”

"Oh, he would not be happy knowing you're psychoanalysing him like this," you mumbled, mind whirling, to which Marlene and Dorcas just cackled.

Humour at the expense of their friend – what could be better?

You struggled to process this new information. You had left your relationship with Regulus to fate, an open invitation for friendship without pursuing anything more than that. As long as you could admire him from afar, you figured it was enough. The thought that he might have felt the same, but not know how to go about it felt foreign to you. It seemed impossible, and yet, when you thought back, the signs were there. The way his eyes lingered on you just a bit too long when he thought you weren't looking. The way his laughter – rare and beautiful – sounded a little softer, a little more genuine, when you were around. The way he physically ran away from you when you got too close, always some handy excuse ready...

You had chalked it up to his aloofness, to his enigmatic nature. A large part of you, fragile and uncertain, still wanted to.

“I don’t know…” you started, still hesitant. “What if you’re wrong?”

Pandora smiled softly at you, her eyes gentle but firm. “We’re not wrong, Y/N. The stars told me as much. But if your heart needs proof, we’re going to help you get it.”

Your gaze snapped to her, as blood rushed through your head. “Help me… how?”

“That’s the best part!” Marlene all but squealed, bouncing up from the bed and throwing her arm around you. “We’re going to play matchmaker!”

You stared at them, wide-eyed. “What? No! You’re not– no meddling! You’ll make things worse.”

Dorcas just gave you a knowing look, leaning back on her hands. “How can we make things worse if there is nothing at fuck all going on between you right now because you can't get your heads out of your asses?"

"We're friends, Dorcas!"

She sighed, as if you were a child, but gave you a soft look. You think she was trying to be reassuring. "We’re not going to make things worse. We’re going to force you two to face each other, and maybe then you’ll finally stop dancing around your feelings.”

“I don’t–”

“Too late, darling,” Marlene interrupted, her grin wicked. “Plans are already in motion.”

Lily smirked. “We’ve got it all figured out.”

You were about to protest again when Pandora placed a soft hand on your shoulder. “Trust us,” she said, her voice a soothing balm against the rising anxiety in your chest. “This is going to work.”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. There was no stopping them, you knew that much. Once this group had an idea in their heads, there was no turning back. Still, the thought of whatever they had planned made your stomach twist in both excitement and dread.

Marlene clapped her hands together once more. “Right, first things first. Tomorrow, we’re going to get you two alone.”

“And then what?”

Dorcas’s grin widened. “Then, you’re going to talk to him.”

"Talk?" you repeated, your voice squeaking slightly.

"Yep," Lily said with a satisfied nod. "Just talk."

"That's the worst plan I've ever heard in my life. Scratch that, not even really a plan. Just the worst I've ever heard."

"You're lashing out 'cause you're scared." Marlene said in a fake-hurt voice, wiping invisible tears from her eyes as Dorcas shoved her.

You swallowed hard, your mind spinning with a hundred different emotions.

“Don’t worry, love," Lily almost cooed at you. "We’ll make sure everything goes perfectly.”

"How?"

"We'll see where the day takes us."

Your eyes flitted between the four of them, realising then that there was no getting out of this, and that you were not sure any of you even knew what this was yet.

You let out a groan as you flopped ceremoniously down on the bed, hiding your face in your eyes.

All girls cheered as they knew that was your sound of defeat, and thus their green flag to go crazy.

The next day, your nerves were buzzing like a poorly-executed Cheering Charm gone wrong. The plan – their plan – was apparently in full swing, and you had absolutely no control over it. In fact, your only plan was to somehow avoid being alone with Regulus Black at all costs.

Despite Dorcas's little lecture to you this morning about just ripping the fucking bandaid off love, gosh, you were entirely not on board anymore. Not that you ever were.

You had tried pleading with them again at breakfast, but they had brushed you off with reassuring pats and sly grins, as if your rising panic was nothing but a trivial detail. And so, here you were, pacing in the common room while the rest of the girls casually lounged, casting side glances at you and whispering like they weren’t blatantly scheming.

“Stop fussing, would you,” Marlene drawled, draped across one of the armchairs, looking far too pleased with herself. “We’ve got it all handled.”

“You’ve got nothing handled,” you hissed, feeling the dread creep up your spine. “You’re going to ruin everything. I mean, what if he freaks out? Or worse – what if he laughs at me?”

Lily, who was lounging with a book in her lap, raised an eyebrow over the top of it. “Y/N, Regulus Black doesn’t laugh at anything that isn’t Junior falling down the stairs. You’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, and even if he does freak out,” Dorcas added, casually tossing an apple in the air, “it’s because he’s an emotionally stunted mess, not because he doesn’t like you.”

Your face burned. “That’s not exactly comforting.”

“Trust us, Y/N. We wouldn’t be doing this if we weren’t sure," Marlene groans. "He likes you, okay? He’s just too much of a brooding, melodramatic git to do anything about it.”

You opened your mouth to protest again, but before you could, Pandora, ever the quiet voice of reason, gave you a soft smile. “It’ll be okay. Just be honest. You might be surprised by what he says.”

For half a second you dwelled on the fact that Pandora was the one everyone went to as their little therapist, and maybe her reassurance is not just speculation, as with the other girls.

You didn't allow that second to drag out, lest your head explode.

The sincerity in her voice almost made you believe them, though. Yet the idea of being locked in a room with Regulus, of all people, and forced to confront the swirling mess of emotions you had been harbouring for years? That was terrifying.

“I don’t know,” you said, backing toward the door in a desperate attempt to flee. “Maybe we should just–"

Dorcas was quicker than she looked. She slid in front of the exit, blocking your escape route with a triumphant grin. “Nope. You’re staying put.”

Before you could make a break for it, Marlene hopped to her feet, suddenly all business. “Right. It’s time. Pandora, Lily, you ready?”

“Ready,” they both said in unison, as if this were a Quidditch match and not the absolute destruction of your sanity.

“Wait– what’s happening?” you asked, voice rising with panic.

“We’re just going to have a little chat with Regulus,” Lily said with a wink, standing up and smoothing her skirt. “Should only take a minute.”

You watched in horror as the three of them sauntered out of the common room, leaving you in a state of rising dread. Dorcas remained blocking the door, arms crossed and a gleam of determination in her eyes.

“You don’t have to do this,” you said, trying one last desperate appeal to her better nature.

“Oh, I really think I do,” she replied with a grin. “Now, be a good sport. You’ll thank me later.”

Dorcas with her quidditch strength, picked you up and carried you to your dormitory despite your many loud protests. She practically shoved you inside, landing awkwardly on the floor, heart pounding in your chest.

“Just… read something and try to relax,” Dorcas called over her shoulder, slamming the door shut behind you. “We’ll handle everything.”

“Dorcas!” you yelped, but she was already gone.

You groaned, pushing yourself up off the floor and onto one of the beds, grabbing a random book from the bedside table in a futile attempt to calm your racing thoughts. It didn’t help.

Not even five minutes later, you heard the faint sound of footsteps outside the door, accompanied by hushed whispers that made your stomach drop.

“Marlene, what are you up to?” you muttered to yourself, sinking lower into the bed. You barely had time to brace yourself before Marlene’s voice echoed from the hallway, far too chipper for the situation.

“Oh, Reggie!” she called out in a sing-song voice that was dripping with false innocence. "I think I saw the creature run in here!"

Your heart immediately stuttered in your chest. No, no, no–

“In behind this... closed door?” came Regulus’s unmistakable voice, low and suspicious. There was always something about his tone, that subtle roughness to his otherwise smooth words, that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

“Ugh, yes, please go fetch it,” Lily chimed in, her tone too casual to be convincing.

There was a beat of silence, and you could practically feel Regulus’s confusion through the door. “In the girls’s dormitory?” His voice was flat, unimpressed. "Can't you guys?"

"No, you're the one who got an Outstanding in Care of Magical Creatures. Please."

They couldn't be serious. What a master plan.

“It's important, Reg,” Pandora added, ever so softly, but with an edge of persistence that could sway anyone who wasn’t keen on questioning her.

There was another pause, and you held your breath. You could picture Regulus now – his sharp, silver eyes narrowing, a flicker of doubt crossing his face, his brain probably piecing together that whatever this was, it wasn’t something he should agree to. Not even Regulus is immune to charm and coercion from his friends though –and he probably couldn’t fathom the idea of Marlene calling for his help if it weren’t truly necessary – and you clearly heard his reluctant sigh through the door.

“Fine,” he muttered, footsteps nearing the door.

You had just enough time to consider how humiliating it would be to try and throw yourself out the window, but alas, Hogwarts windows didn’t accommodate such escapes.

The door creaked open, and there he was.

Standing in the doorway, looking like the very embodiment of a storm in human form, all brooding energy and understated elegance. His black curls were slightly dishevelled, his usual pristine appearance marred just enough by the casual looseness of his shirt collar, which somehow made him look even more effortlessly intimidating.

He looked around the room, eyes landing on you and widening slightly.

"Oh, hey Y/N, have you seen–"

Before you could answer or before he could even finish his sentence – slam. The door shut behind him with a loud click, the lock snapping into place.

Regulus’s head whipped around, his hand immediately going to the doorknob, shaking it lightly. “What the bloody hell?”

You watched in horror as the unmistakable sounds of footsteps retreated down the hallway, followed by Marlene’s faint, gleeful laughter.

“I’ll kill her,” you whispered, more to yourself than anyone.

Regulus sighed deeply, his hand dropping from the door. He turned back to you, jaw tight, a muscle twitching at the corner of his mouth. "That makes two of us," he said, having clearly heard you across the room that felt increasingly smaller.

You laughed lowly, but couldn't quite meet his eyes.

“So… I’m assuming this beast was part of some master plan.”

You nodded, feeling your face heat up. “Yeah, pretty much.”

There was a heavy silence between you, the kind that felt both unbearably awkward and strangely charged. Regulus stayed by the door, leaning against it as though contemplating whether he could somehow break through it with sheer willpower. You, meanwhile, sat on the bed with your heart pounding in your chest like it was trying to escape the mess your friends had created.

Regulus’s eyes flicked to you, his expression guarded but curious. “You don’t… know what this is about, do you?”

You tried to swallow past the sudden lump in your throat, your fingers gripping the edge of the book like it might anchor you to reality. “I have a guess.”

He raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest in that way that made him look even more imposing. “And?”

“And,” you echoed, your voice faltering under the weight of what you were about to say, “they seem to think that locking us in a room together is the perfect opportunity for us to, uh… talk.”

Regulus let out a humourless chuckle, shaking his head as he leaned his back fully against the door. “Talk. Of course. That sounds exactly like something Marlene would come up with.”

There was a pause, and his gaze, which had flickered away momentarily, settled on you again. You could swear his eyes softened ever so slightly as they swept over you – taking in the awkward way you sat on the bed, your hands still gripping the book like it was a lifeline. You noticed the way his shoulders, usually squared with tension, seemed to relax just a fraction, as though being here, with you, wasn’t as unbearable as you had feared.

He cleared his throat, clearly struggling to find something to say. “So… what were you reading?”

“Oh, uh…” You squinted at the title, stifling a laughter as you realised what it was. “It’s, um… Hogwarts, A History.”

Regulus’s lips twitched, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Really? You’re reading that?”

Your face heated even more, and you quickly abandoned the book, tossing it to the side. “Okay, no. I was trying to look busy while panicking over the fact that I was about to be locked in a room with you.”

"You knew?"

"I got a small warning after I was thrown in here."

"By Dorcas or Marlene?" he asked, amusement gleaming in his eyes because he knew you meant it literally.

"Dorcas."

He hummed in approval before his brows furrowed, as if registering your whole conversation, and he took a step closer, his usual guarded exterior slipping just a bit. “Why would that make you panic?”

The one question you didn’t have a safe answer for. You could feel your heart racing again, but there was something about the way he looked at you, something soft and searching in his gaze, that made it impossible to retreat.

You swallowed hard. “Because… I don't know. You’re Regulus Black.”

The words came out in a rush, like they explained everything, and to you, they did. Regulus, though, just stared at you, his expression unreadable.

“I don’t understand,” he said quietly, his voice low but noticeably not cold. “Why would my family matter?”

You laughed nervously, standing up from the bed as if that might help calm the chaotic swirl of emotions in your chest. “Not your family. You. Regulus. You’re just... you. You’re smart and brilliant and intimidatingly beautiful and–” You stopped yourself, suddenly horrified by the direction your rant was going. “And it just didn’t seem like you’d ever want to be stuck in a room with me.”

Regulus blinked, his posture stiffening as if your words had physically hit him. For a moment, the usual cool facade he wore cracked, revealing something vulnerable beneath.

“You think I don’t want to be around you?” His voice was barely above a whisper, but there was an edge of disbelief in it.

You looked away, unable to bear the intensity of his gaze. “I mean, yeah. You always seem so distant when I’m around. Like you can’t wait to get away.”

Regulus was silent for a moment, the air between you growing thick with tension. When he finally spoke, his voice was softer, quieter. “That’s not because I don’t want to be around you.”

You lifted your eyes to meet his, surprised by the raw honesty in his voice.

He stepped closer, his movements slower, more deliberate, like he was unsure of what he was doing for the first time in his life. “I… avoid you because I don’t know how to be around you without making a fool of myself.”

You blinked, completely thrown by his confession. “What?”

Regulus exhaled a shaky breath, running a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated with himself. “I’m not good at this – at feelings. At talking, like the girls wanted. You make me feel things I don’t know how to handle. So, I do the only thing I know how to do. I keep my distance.”

Your heart thudded in your chest, a mix of disbelief and hope rising in your throat. “Regulus…”

He met your gaze, and for the first time in the years you had known him, you felt as if you actually saw him in his eyes. The real him.

“I’ve liked you for longer than I care to admit,” he said, his voice low and steady now. “And it scares the hell out of me.”

You felt your breath catch, his words sinking into your chest and settling there, warm and heavy. It was as if the entire world had shifted in that moment, the tension between you now a living, breathing thing, pulsing with the weight of everything left unsaid.

"L– liked me?"

Regulus couldn't do anything but nod.

Without thinking, you closed the distance between you, stepping closer until you were just a breath away from him. You could see the way his chest rose and fell, his eyes flickering down to your lips for the briefest second before he caught himself, jaw tightening.

“Regulus,” you whispered, the world narrowing to just the space between you. “I’ve liked you too. For so long.”

His breath hitched ever so slightly, eyes wild.

He didn’t respond with words – he didn’t have to. In one swift motion, he closed the remaining gap between you, his hands gently cupping your face as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.

The kiss was tentative, as if both of you were still testing the waters of something too fragile to fully comprehend. Regulus’s hands, cool but steady, cradled your face with a gentleness that sent shivers down your spine. The rest of the world faded away – your racing thoughts, your anxieties, the locked door behind you – none of it mattered in that moment.

It was just him. It had always been him.

As the kiss deepened, Regulus’s usual restraint seemed to dissolve, replaced by something raw and urgent. His fingers curled against your skin, one hand suddenly on the small of your back, drawing you closer until there was barely any space left between you. You felt his heart beating against your chest, fast and unsteady, matching the erratic rhythm of your own.

It was everything you had imagined, everything you needed.

You melted into him, lips, body and soul, before you pulled away breathless. The room felt impossibly still around you.

You were both standing there, eyes wide, inches apart, as if neither of you could quite believe what had just happened. Regulus’s lips were still parted, his gaze flickering from your eyes to your lips and back again, as though he was trying to memorise everything about this moment.

"Do you mean it?" he murmured. You felt his lips brush yours as he spoke.

You didn't need to ask what he meant. Instead you whispered a passionate yes before kissing him again, lingering against him. You could feel him begin to smile against you.

"This is not what I expected to come out of this," you whispered, your voice shaky but filled with a quiet, disbelieving laugh.

Regulus let out a breathless chuckle, one that sounded almost surprised, like he couldn’t quite believe it either. “I can't say I did either.” He paused, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek. “But I’m not complaining.”

You smiled, warmth flooding your chest, and for the first time in what felt like forever, there was no uncertainty hanging between you. Just you and Regulus, and the quiet realisation that maybe, just maybe, all those years of longing and misunderstanding had led you exactly where you were meant to be.

You were about to say something – something witty, maybe, to break the tension – but then–

BANG!

The door flew open, slamming against the wall with such force that both you and Regulus jumped apart, your heads whipping toward the entrance just in time to see Marlene, Lily, Dorcas, and Pandora tumble inside, practically tripping over each other in their mad dash to get through the door.

“There they are!” Marlene shouted, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. She pointed dramatically at the two of you, looking like she had just witnessed the Quidditch World Cup. “I told you it would work!”

Lily snorted, pushing past Marlene and raising an eyebrow as she glanced between you and Regulus, both still slightly dishevelled and very much caught in the act. “Honestly, Marlene, you could have given them a few more minutes.”

You groaned, heat rushing to your face as you buried it in your hands. “Were you all just waiting outside the entire time?”

Pandora gave you an apologetic smile, but there was a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. It made her look all the more like Evan. “We were just… keeping an eye on things.”

Regulus, who had taken a deliberate step back when the door burst open, gravitated slightly more towards you again as he ran a hand through his hair. “I can’t believe you lot talked me into this.” For all intents and purposes he looked exasperated – but his lips twitched in amusement.

“Oh, don’t act like you hated it,” Dorcas teased. “You’re welcome for the facilitation by the way.”

“Facilitation?” Regulus repeated, his voice dry as he glanced around the room full of over-enthusiastic matchmakers. “That’s one word for it.”

Marlene was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet. “I have no words for how pleased I am with myself right now.”

"Evidently." You and Dorcas chorused at the same time, causing you both to giggle, though you tried to stifle it.

“You’re all completely insufferable," you said through an ever-growing smile.

“And yet,” Marlene drawled, throwing an arm around Dorcas’s shoulders, “you love us anyway.”

Regulus caught your eye, and despite the absurdity of the situation and the embarrassment of being ambushed by your meddlesome friends, you couldn’t help but laugh. His lips quirked up in that rare, almost-hidden smile he reserved for moments like this.

“Alright, alright,” Lily said, clapping her hands together as if trying to herd a group of first-years. “Now that this mission is accomplished –” she shot a pointed look at you and Regulus, “– we should probably leave them alone.”

Marlene looked like she was about to protest, but Pandora nudged her toward the door. “Give them some space.”

As they filed out, Marlene shot you one last wink over her shoulder. “Don’t worry, I expect all the juicy details later.”

You groaned again, shaking your head as they finally disappeared down the hallway, their laughter echoing faintly behind them. When the door closed with a soft thud, the room seemed impossibly quiet again, save for the soft crackle of the fire in the corner.

You turned back to Regulus, who was watching you with a look that was both amused and affectionate, his usual mask of indifference nowhere to be found. He stepped closer to you, arms circling around your waist.

"Your friends are idiots," he said with no real malice in his tone.

"Yeah, but so are we."

In privacy with you, Regulus's smile widened in a way that made your stomach flip, as he leaned in for another kiss.

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Dom!dorlene, sub!reader,

You three are laid back, clean and dry now. Dorcas on one side and Marlene on the other. you felt the sheets get put over you and Dorcas as Marlene got up for a minute to gather the clothes that sprawled across the room.

“You alright baby?” Dorcas asked, moving up next to you and trailing her finger along your arm. Her body heat was getting you all toasty.

“Mhm, m’good, what about you?” you asked, feeling worn out and tired and you could tell Dorcas could see it by how you talked and looked. She smiled at you.

“Im good babe, you were so good for us, we're so proud of you” she whispered in your ear as she kissed your cheek. Marlene crawled into bed after folding the three of your clothes and putting them on the dresser, she snuggled up to you, the three of you warming each other up.

“You both did so good” you mumbled, Marlene giggled in your ear.

You let your eyes close as you felt Marlene get comfortable with her leg over yours and Dorcas' arm over you with her face close to your arm. You three talked about random things before each of you drifted off to sleep one at a time.

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a/n: long awaited smut for @just-a-smol-spoon !! (also i’m on a fucking roll rn)

pairing: dorcas x reader x marlene (dorlene x reader)

summary: dorcas and marlene walk in on reader fucking herself.

wc: 1.2k (1211)

warning(s): scissoring, grinding, use of pet names, fingering, oral sex, smut, praising, and degrading!!

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you were laid on the comfort of your bed, back pressing against the headboard. your hands worked their way down from the valley of your breast, miraculously finding their way to your clit. your eyes closed in relaxation, basking in pleasure as your hands circled your clit slowly. your core spasmed, feeling the need to be heard and taken care of. you heard their calls, your hand worked faster, focusing on your sweet spots. your nail hit your clit right where you needed it, your breathing intended as the knot in your stomach began twisting faster and faster. it was begging for release and you were there to comply.

that is until the door swung open and you saw a mop of curly dirty blonde hair and a dark skinned girl. both looking at you, their eyes boring into you.

the blonde laughed at the pathetic sight of you, “wow! y/n, you naughty minx. just wait until dor—“

“pup, shut your pretty mouth for a moment.” said dorcas, pressing her index finger to marlene's lips. she took long strides to your bare body, her eyes analyzing it. “go on, don’t keep us waiting.” she perked, an eyebrow raising and she took a seat right next to the bed. marlene got the hint and scurried next to dorcas, they both watched you with content, your cheeks flushed in embarrassment as you guided your hand back to your clit. slowly you started rubbing, breathy gasps leaving your lips. dorcas hand gripped onto your forearm, helping you find your g spot. “is it right there, doll?” she cooed, her other hand caressing your naked thigh. “yes, ma’am,” you confirmed, eyes rolling back.

marlene's lips began traveling from your thighs to stomach, you shivered at the warmth. your abdomen going up and down slowly as you inhaled and exhaled, deeply.

dorcas put her hands off of you and restrained your hands to the head board, “this’ll teach you a lesson, baby.”

marlene and dorcas then got off of you and stared at each other, their eyes pooling with lust. following, their lips crashed upon each other, teeth clashing, and they removed their clothes sensually. it was torture watching the two, while being restrained. your core aches for friction, but got nothing but air.

their hands roaming each other’s bodies, soft moans executing from the both of them. marlene whimpered as dorcas bit on her bottom lip and all you could do was lay there like a pathetic bitch.

“please mommy, wanna feel good!” you whined and it was directed towards marlene. slowly she pulled away from dorcas with a smirk lacing her lips.

“i’m sorry princess, but haven’t you felt good enough already? being a greedy brat and pleasuring yourself as your mommies went out to get stuff for you.”

it is true, marlene and dorcas went out to get new lingerie for their baby to try on.

“i promise i won’t do it again!” you cried, hips bucking up to nothingness.

instead of a response back, dorcas pulled marlenes chin in, their lips met again.

you were utterly hopeless, every second, minute, moment felt like torture watching them.

marlene and dorcas had pulled away for a moment and started murmuring to each other. they were fully aware that your attention was on them, and that’s exactly what they wanted.

—

you laid with nothingness, breathing enhancing as you watched marlenes and dorcas’s hips clash upon each other, heads being thrown back from pleasure. your thighs pressed up against each other, they were clenched. arousal dripping from your cunt. you wanted to touch yourself so bad, but the restraints obviously held you back. you took a deep breath, eyes closing. you couldn’t bare this sensation anymore, you needed a good fuck and right now.

a small cry left your lips, making dorcas’s head snap towards you. “what’s wrong baby?”

“i-i wanna feel good too, ‘m sorry that i pleasured myself. i won’t ever do it again, ‘m so sorry, mommy. didn’t mean to make you angry.” you sobbed,

her movement against the blondes hip had took a halt. her brows creased, a small frown formed on her lips.

“princess,” she started.

“y’didn’t make me mad, i just— let me make it up to you, i’ll—“

“we’ll,”marlene corrected.

“yes, we’ll make you feel so good you won’t even remember your name, only ours. now quiet down and be our pretty pillow princess, yeah?”

you nodded your head in response.

marlene and dorcas departed, stalking to you. “look at this pussy, so needy and wet.”

“and only f’the both of you,” you smiled, with doe eyes. marlene had a glint in her eyes— starvation, she was craving you. she wanted to be in between the legs of her pretty pet. she wasted no time getting to you, her mouth immediately latching onto your pussy. you sobbed, letting out cries of ecstasy. just her mouth on your clit brought you into delirium, eyes instantly rolling back. your body stirred, more specifically your hips. they jerked with each lap of her tongue. dorcas’ index and middle finger began tweaking your nipples, rolling them, tweaking and playing with them. this only ignited another flame to your core, setting it to fire. your arousal now trickled down your thighs, and was displayed on the blonde's face, coating her lips. your body trembled as she grounded it into the bed, she devoured you whole.

dorcas’ hands snaked around you, taking a halt to play with your bottom lip, then her thumb sunk into them. you sucked on her thumb the moment it went in, she brought a hand up to brush over your hair, gently caressing you.

“you pretty little thing, so spoiled.”

you nodded your head in agreement, you were so deep into your high; you couldn’t comprehend a thing. you were robbed of your desire, now that it has finally found its way back to you— you’re not sure if you could handle it.

“‘s all you can take, doll face?” dorcas cooed, removing her thumb from her dumb baby’s mouth.

“yes,” you whimpered.

“but we just started, butterfly? don’t y’wanna have fun?”

“i do, mommy.”

“then shut the fuck up and stop complaining,” marlene barked, lifting her head up from beneath your thighs.

“no words like that mar, you know it makes y/n/n sad!” dorcas scolded, pouting down at you.

“sorry i guess,” she rolled her eyes, going back to her meal— you.

once her tongue dove back into your cunt, you let out a scream of ecstasy.

“now that’s more like it, princess.”

their was an agonizing pitt in your stomach, pleading for release. it needed it, wanted it, it yearned for release.

“‘m gonna cum— please ma’am can i cum?” you begged of marlene.

you felt her smirk against your pussy, “go ahead, make another mess on m’face.” she mumbled, riveting her tongue into you even harder.

you complied, biting your lower lip. the pitt in your stomach only burned brighter as you released— so overstimulated that you squirted onto her tongue, she swallowed.

“s’good pretty girl!” dorcas praised you.

that’s when you noticed the wet patch on your back, dorcas was so fucking wet.

“m-mommy?”

“yes, love?”

“can we help you?”

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[1-c-4-rus]

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YOU'LL BE THE DEATH OF ME

Sirius Black x fem! reader

Request: yes / no

Synopsis: Sirius being Sirius and wanting to piss off his family, he asks Y/n, a muggleborn Gryffindor aka the opposite of who Sirius’ family want him to date, to be his fake girlfriend. Y/n having a big crush on the boy, she accepts. But is everything fake?

Warning/content: angst I think, fluff at the end, kinda hurt to comfort, mention of toxic family, just one attack charm, mention of sex, kissing, Jily

a.n.: 3.2K words- I know that a lot of Sirius fics exist with the fake dating trope but I wanted to try. I never know if Dorcas was a gryffindor or a slytherin but in this fic she's a gryffindor. I honestly don't know what to think about this fic

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Y/n couldn’t understand anything, all she knew was that Sirius Black, the Sirius Black, her dream crush, was asking her to be his girlfriend. His fake girlfriend, but still.

“Wait, what?” she questioned, she could not believe what she was hearing.

“Can you be my fake girlfriend please?” He was playing with the hem of his shirt “It’s okay if you don’t want to.” She looked at Sirius, he was handsome with his hair in his eyes. He was being so sweet, not wanting to force her to do anything she didn’t want.

“No! I mean yes! I mean… Yes, I’m okay with being your fake girlfriend, and no it’s fine don’t worry.” She chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of her neck. Y/n saw a smile on his face, he seemed to be relieved. “May I ask a question?” “Yes, sure. Go ahead.” She took a deep breath “Can you tell me one more time why you want me to pretend to be your girlfriend?” 

He laughs lightly “Well, I received a letter from my family, and as you can imagine it wasn’t nice. So, I want to piss them off as much as possible so I was thinking that dating a Gryffindor muggleborn would make its effect”

She couldn't help but be a little disappointed, of course, he wouldn’t ask her out because he loved her but just because of blood status, she must admit that it hurt a little “Woah, um… nice” she couldn’t say ‘no’ now, she already said yes. And at worst, she could potentially grow closer to Sirius.

 He saw the hurt in her expression “Oh, it sounds awful when I say it like that. Sorry love.” Y/n’s heart melted at the nickname making the smile on her face come back. “Of course, I won't do anything that you don’t want. No kiss, no sex, nothing.”

“Talking about this, what are you going to do about it?” Sirius hums in confusion “Well… You are known for all your one-night stands, so what are you going to do? I mean, still have some, or…”

“Oh… well I will stop, for as long as we are ‘together’, I mean I may be a player, I’m not a cheater, even if this is fake” She was relieved by Sirius’ answer but she had to remember that all this fake and that he's not really dating her. “Is this okay?” he said taking her hand in his. She nodded. “Can I take you back to the common room?” she nodded again.

She was calm but inside of her, she was exploding. She was holding hands with Sirius Black. And it was not to drag her into his dorm during a party. Okay, it was also not because they were really dating. But she was happy about it and it was what mattered, right?

Once they reached the fat lady portrait Sirius stopped in their track. “Y/n? I was thinking, are you okay with a ‘fake date’ at Hogsmeade tomorrow? I want people to see that we are ‘together’, so I was thinking a date could be a good idea” Y/n was caught off guard by his question “Oh, yes, sure” she smiled shyly. “Great! I have to go, see you soon, sweetheart” he sent a wink before leaving joining his friends that were waiting for him.

When she couldn’t see him anymore, she couldn’t help but bounce happily, she was going on a date with Sirius Black. All this felt like a dream. She headed back to her dorm; she must seem hysterical in view of the looks others gave her.

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Y/n was stressful, she tried her best to look pretty, she even used make-up which was kinda unusual. Most of the time, she would just use foundation or blush, that day she tried eyeliner, she struggled honestly.

She stood in front of her closet for an hour, throwing clothes everywhere; before Marlene, as the good friend that she was, helped her and chose an outfit. Black skirt, white shirt, boots, and leather jacket. ‘casual but sexy’.

She ran down the stairs, she was almost late. She saw Sirius waiting for her “Hey! I’m sorry. I was struggling to dress well” His eyes traveled her body “You look good, lady” Y/n smacked his shoulder lightly “’ lady’? It makes me feel old.”

He laughed and rubbed his shoulder “You’re being mean, a lot of young women like to be called lady” It was complicated to be mad at him when he was looking at her like this, she rolled her eyes and sighed. He broke in laughter even more at her attitude.

“So, we go or not?” she asked, trying to hide the smile that was appearing on her lips. “Yes, ma’am.” Sirius held out his hand for her as she scoffed. Y/n took his hand and grumbled “You’re going to regret this. ‘Ma’am’? Do I look like a ‘ma’am’?”

Sirius tried not to laugh but failed. She sent him a death stare, before joining him in his chuckle. “This is ridiculous, Sirius” They walked to Hogsmeade, hand in hand, trying to know a little more about each other.

Y/n and Sirius have known each other from afar since 1st year, her being a roommate with Lily, Marlene and Dorcas helping. They never really talked, actually. As the years passed, Y/n started developing a crush on the boy, but she didn’t dare to tell him. Him, on the other hand, his lovers for one night came one after another.

Sometimes, she had wished to be one of them, but she never crossed the line. Either, having a little part of Sirius would help her to get over it, or it would do the exact opposite and she could never have enough of him. Also, she didn’t want to be his just for a few hours and she saw the tears on these girls’ faces after when they had the realization that they were like every other person that went into his bed. Therefore, she watched him getting more and more partners, knowing that he would never love her back.

She never talked about her crush to anyone, okay maybe Lily but she figured it out. They made a deal; Lily doesn’t talk about Y/n’s crush on Sirius and Y/n doesn’t talk about Lily (finally) falling for James. She didn’t want anyone to be involved in the relationship, it was already hopeless she didn’t need someone trying to put them together and having to face Sirius’ rejection.

But there she was, sitting at Madam Puddifoot’s in front of Sirius. “This is so cliché, Sirius.” He snickered “People love cliché because cliché works. And you know what? You definitely look like someone who will invite their partner to Puddifoot’s tea shop.” She looked at him, mouth wide open in shock while he was pretending to look at the menu to choose what he wanted to drink, hiding his smirk. “How you dare?” his remark was so ridiculous that she couldn’t help but laugh too.

“Enough talking, darling. What do you want?” They ordered their teas and snacks. Once they had their food, Y/n, who was still disturbed by Sirius's words, asked “Do I really look like someone who will take their partner here?” Sirius couldn’t help but found cute the way she seemed to be worried, he took a sip of his tea looking at her innocently. “Hey! Sirius? Do I look like that?” He laughed and missed to choke on his drink. “I’ve never said that it was a bad thing, you know?” she looked at him dead in the eyes. “I mean, you seem to be a romantic person so Puddifoot’s tea must be the perfect date idea for you. But it doesn’t stop the fact that you’re cute.” He winked. This was going to be really bad if he started to flirt with her. It would be hard to force herself not to believe what he said to her. She felt red winning her cheeks.

As they started talking about everything, Sirius’ eyes sparkled “Wait- You do like David Bowie?” she smiled wildly “Of course! You know what? You’re going to be sooo jealous my little boy.” He looked at Y/n and raised his eyebrow “I went to one of his concerts. It was fire, the ambiance, Godric it was incre-” Sirius lift his hand in front of her “Enough. I’m definitely jealous.” She burst into laughter as he pouted.

“Can I ask you a question Sirius?” he raised his head and nodded “All this is not going to mess up everything with your family? I know that it’s to annoy them but I will honestly feel guilty if you are kicked out or something like that.” She was scared that she asked a too personal question “You’re sweet Y/n but don’t worry. I did this because they had already kicked me out, well I ran away because they were close to kicking me out. So don’t worry about me, this is just going to be the final straw for them.” He smiled but Y/n could tell that he was forcing himself. “Oh, I’m sorry…” he reached out for her hand “It’s fine, really. And I appreciate the fact that you care about me” All this started to be awkward, and they changed the subject.

They finished eating, it was perfect. They laughed, they bickered, and they definitely looked like they were dating. But every time Y/n was smiling she felt her heart clench a little more, remembering that everything they did was a deception.

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During the next weeks, everything was the same, they held hands in the hallways, cuddled in the common room, and studied together at the library. She could never get enough of the way their hands brushed when they sat next to each other during classes. They even had other dates, one study date, yes Y/n was surprised too, and one where they just talked. His head on her lap everything felt so reel.

Y/n loved all of these moments, enjoying every second of them; but when she was alone and remembered that it wasn’t true, she couldn’t help but cried. She wanted to end things with Sirius, this whole fake dating thing just made her fall harder. He was the perfect boyfriend. Also, she couldn’t handle the whispers when they walked by a group that was making bets on how long they will last. So, she started avoiding Sirius.

Sirius was waiting for Y/n in the common room, they were supposed to go on a picnic date near the Black Lake. He sighed as he sat on the couch next to James “You think she’ll come, Prongs?” the interested looked up “I don’t know. It’s your girl” Sirius started playing with his fingers, a habit that he had when he was anxious “She’s been distant lately. I don’t know what I did to make her react like this.”

Sirius was really worried that he did something he didn't have to. These last days, Y/n talked less and seemed more absent.

Remus closed his book “I don’t know either. But you better move your ass and find. I didn’t watch you looking at her with those ‘lily eyes’ during months for you to mess up everything, right?”. Sirius sat up on his seat “I didn’t look at her with the ‘lily eyes’!” James laughed “As the creator, yes, you were watching her with the ‘lily eyes’”

“No wonder why you remember her favorite food before you were even together” Peter added earning a ‘really?’ look from Sirius.

“I’m going to see her” Remus hums in agreement before going back to his lecture “You better do.”

Sirius didn’t find Y/n in her dorm, when he asked where she was to her roommates they didn’t know either. He started to worry before heading to his room, he was searching for the map, under his bed, in James’ drawers, everywhere. He finally spotted it on Peter’s bed.

He watched every corner of the parchment paper until he finally saw her name, she was in a corridor with three other people, Sirius never remembered seeing them talking to her. He ran to her as fast as possible.

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At the same moment, Y/n was trying to escape the grip of the group of friends surrounding her. “Leave me alone, please” They let out a chuckle. “Not so fast, Y/l/n.” Y/n could see the green on their tie. In one go, the Slytherins pushed her against the wall.

The girl took a step forward Y/n, the two boys around her “You think that you can take away Sirius from me?” Y/n raised her eyebrows, she didn’t know what she had done or who this girl was. “I don’t even know who you are, so if you’ll excuse me I would like to go.” She tried to get through the group but one of the boys pushed her back.

“Let’s be clear my little Y/n, I don’t know who you think you are but Sirius is mine, right?” The Slytherin girl was getting closer to Y/n as she spoke “He doesn’t deserve you, mudblood. Me, I’m the one made for him, I’m pureblood and Slytherin exactly what his family and everyone want.”

Y/n was disgusted by the girl’s words, it wasn’t just about the slur, it infuriated her that they were talking about Sirius’ family like this when they knew nothing about it. She felt the anger rising in her body her hands in fists, but she didn’t even have the time to pull out her wand when one of the boys attacked her.

A simple ‘stupefy’ and she couldn’t move. She fell to the ground, the Slytherins snickering at the sight of her lying on the floor. “You know that he doesn’t love you, right? He just dated you by pity” A tear fell on Y/n’s cheek, she knew that the Slytherin was kinda right, he didn’t love her that was a fact. “Oh, see who’s crying” They were mocking her but she couldn’t really care, Sirius didn’t love her.

They left her there, not without a warning that if she didn’t break up with him things could get really far. Y/n couldn’t stop crying, the pain of the fall, the reminder that her ‘boyfriend’ wasn’t hers, and the humiliation, all this was too much.

Sirius found her stretched out and ran even faster “Y/n!!” he was clearly panicked, kneeling down next to her “What happened to you?” at the same time, the curse wore off. She took a deep breath and broke down in front of Sirius. He hugged her tightly “okay, okay, okay, it’s okay… it’s okay, you’re okay.” He murmured in an attempt of calming her down.

Y/n wanted nobody around her, especially not Sirius “Please, leave me” he let her go of his embrace but stopped her from getting up “Sirius, please. I want to be alone.” She was crying even more than before; her sad expression was killing the boy.

“What happened love?” a few more tears fell at the nickname, she looked at Sirius, and encouraged by his worried expression she confessed, “Three Slytherins attacked me.” She wiped her eyes and sniffed loudly. “One girl said that she was better for you than me because she was pureblood and I wasn’t. Normally I would not care, but I don’t know… this time it hurts.” Sirius took her in his arms “It’s okay. Don’t believe her, you’re perfect” he kissed her temple gently but she couldn’t stop her cries his sweet words were shattering her heart even more.

“Stop, please…” she pleaded him as she pulled out of the hug “What do you mean?” he looked at her conscientiously as her unhappy expression grew even more, her furrowed brows, drooping eyelids, and trembling lip. “Don’t make it harder than it already is”

He was confused now. Y/n brought her knees to her chest “I’m sorry Sirius, but I can’t do this anymore.” She avoided his eyes as she spoke “I can’t pretend to date you” Sirius was feeling guilty for the recent event, he drew a circle in her back “I’m sorry, it’s my fault if all this happened.”

She lifted her head “I don’t talk about this, Sirius. I can’t pretend to fake dating you. I can't lie to you anymore, it wouldn't be fair.” he titled his head and raised his eyebrow “You really don’t get it, don’t you?” she smiled in her tears. He looked down and scratched the back of his neck “No, I’m sorry.”

“I like you, Sirius. I always liked you. I thought that accepting this deal would help me to get over you. And this girl told me that you didn’t love me and I couldn’t reply, and even if I could I would not because she was right.” She stopped him from saying anything by rising her hand “I can’t do this anymore. It hurts so much to know that you do all these little things just because you had to and not because you wanted to. I must look stupid right now, crying over you in front of you.” She didn’t try to stop talking, she was gone too far to stop and she needed to let go of everything.

“I don’t want your pity. And it’s okay if you don’t want to hear about me anymore. Godric, I must look ridicul-” Sirius cut her endless speech with a kiss, she didn’t know how to react, she was too stunned to act. Worried that he went too far, he pulled away.

Y/n cupped his cheeks with her hands and leaned forward, her lips on his she could never be happier. Sirius felt her smile against him “You know, I can’t kiss you if you’re smiling darling” She pushed his shoulder gently “Shut up and kiss me” he smiled wildly “If you insist” It was slow at first, both discovering each other. But it quickly became more passionate and languorous, Sirius pulling her on his lap as her fingers played with his hair.

They parted to take their breath “Woah” Sirius laughed at the still shocked expression on Y/n’s face. “If it wasn’t clear, I like you too.” He said, caressing her cheek. He didn’t know if he said something wrong because now Y/n looked upset “Why you didn’t tell me?” she pouted, her head on his shoulder. He chuckled “Guess, I’m not that brave.” She glanced at him “Mmh, you’re forgiven if I can have one more kiss”

He placed his hand on the small of her back and pecked her lips quickly. She started to complain and he found her adorable like this. “Come on, stop being whiny.” He took her off his lap and stoop up, before helping her stand.

He was looking at her with this smirk “What?” she asked as she held his hand “Do you will kick me too if I told you that I didn’t need to date anyone to piss off my family? And that maybe, sometimes I was close to you when they was no one around. But I was too scared to ask you out.” She sighed heavily “You’ll be the death of me, Sirius.”

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Kitty's Daily Pride — Day 1

prompt ; (cup)cake decoration

pairings ; Lily Evans x Reader, Marlene x Dorcas, Remus x Sirius, James x Regulus

summary ; it's Dorcas and Marlene's one year anniversary of being together, so Dorcas asks her friends, including you and your girlfriend Lily, to help her organise a beautiful anniversary date for her and Marlene

+ reader is gender neutral & no mentions of y/n

warnings ; none! just cute gay times <3

genre ; fluff

word count ; 714

A/N ; woohoo here we areee!! im catching up on days right now, so here's day 1, i'll be caught up soon, look out for more <3

also heh, 'kitty's pride' lmao im a fool

do not steal, repost, or redistribute my work in any way.

The sun is barely starting to rise and it makes the sky swirl with soft colours as warm light peaks up from the horizon. Dusty pinks and purples dance across the morning canvas as you and your girlfriend sit together. 

It’s just past 6am on a Sunday morning and you and Lily are sat next to eachother on her bed in your shared dorm as you sort through boxes and boxes of tangled and dusty decorations. 

Marlene lays asleep in her bed as you and Lily quietly glance and whisper to each-other, asking things like, ‘is this the right colour?’ and ‘would this match with this?’. 

You and Lily had been tasked with organising the decorations for Marlene and Dorcas’s one year anniversary date. While Marlene is still sleeping (Dorcas had insisted that her girlfriend should sleep in and not stress on their day), all of the couple’s friends, including you and your own girlfriend, are organising the perfect date for their anniversary. 

Mary and Remus are in the kitchen helping Dorcas make the perfect meals for the date; cupcakes in Marlene’s favourite colour, ice-cream with pancakes, and a plate with fruit dipped in chocolate. Sirius wanted to join his boyfriend in the kitchen, but with him being admittedly a danger around any kitchen appliance, moved to help James and Regulus with setting up the ‘venue’ for the date. the venue’s just the grass surrounding the whomping willow, but by the time Marlene would be waking up it will look lovely, and intricately decorated, plus it’s the place where Dorcas and her girlfriend had their first kiss (they did almost get tossed across Hogwarts by the whomping willow right after, but it was lovely and romantic while it lasted). 

A pile of blue and yellow decorations have accumulated at the head of Lily’s bed. The pile consists of tangled navy blue bunting with little hearts and stars on each triangle, gold tinsel, pale blue and purple streamers, and yellow tablecloths with pale pink hearts and birds flying across the design. 

Now having what you and Lily deem sufficient decorations according to Dorcas’s prior instructions, you put them into two bags and quietly exit your dorm, as to not wake Marlene. And make your way to the whomping willow. 

Holding a bag of decorations in your left hand, your hold Lily’s in your free hand as you push open a door that exits a main hallway, and walk out into the warm sunny atmosphere of the Sunday morning. 

You pull your beautiful girlfriend closer to your side as you and Lily giggle at the sight that’s coming into your view. a few metres in front of the whomping willow stands a somewhat stressed looking Regulus, but a bit further behind him stands his boyfriend James, holding back his brother Sirius, who seems to be trying to… flirt with the tree?

As you near Sirius and James, they turn to see you and Lily, James calling out to greet you both.

“hey! here with the decorations?” he asks.

“yep!” Lily smiles as you both hold up the bags in either hands. 

“hope we got the right colours,” You add as you all start walking towards Regulus, who now looks far less stressed and far more relieved. 

James jogs up ahead of your little group to hug his boyfriend, asking Regulus something and smiling proudly at his answer. 

“Everything going good?” you hear Remus ask, as you turned around to see him walking up to where you all are gathered beneath the tree, watching as Sirius almost tackles his boyfriend to the ground in a huge hug. 

“Yep, Reg got the tree to compromise and agree to not interrupt Dorcas and Marl’s date!” James states proudly at his boyfriend’s achievement, as a blushing Regulus hides his face in his boyfriend’s chest. 

Sirius pretends to gag at the show of affection between his best mate and his brother. Remus lightly elbows his boyfriend as if to laughingly say ‘we all know you’re happy for them you idiot’. 

“Okay,” Lily smiles at her friends, and (much to your disappointment), unlinks your hands so that she can begin to pull various decorations out of the bags, “Let’s set up these up before Dorcas gets here and Marls wakes up”. 

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