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tessa-liam · 10 months ago

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Turning the Page

Now and Then

- Chapter 9-

Choices, The Royal Romance, AU

Series Premise: As Riley Brooks journeys through life as a single parent in New York City, an epiphany strikes as she contemplates the future for herself and her two-year-old son.

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Main Pairing: Liam Rys x F!OC Riley Brooks

All characters belong to Pixelberry Studios, except William Brooks (Rys) and Matteo Magro, who belongs to this series.

Category: On-going series, contains angst/fluff/depression. Cross-over fic with Choices, Perfect Match.

Rating: M🔞Warnings - Series will contain crude language, NSFW material – not Beta’d - please excuse all errors.

Words: 2498

Now and Then – 9

Chapter Summary: Riley and William arrive in Cordonia

Title & Music Inspiration:

Now and Then, The Beatles

When You Love Someone, Gretchen Peters, Bryan Adams

Wherever You Will Go, The Calling

A/N1: In this alternate universe, after King Constantine orchestrates two individual scandals to humiliate and entrap Riley Brooks and Olivia Nevrakis in shame, Madeleine Amaranth secures her position as the Queen of Cordonia. Riley, as the King’s mistress and Olivia, in self-imposed exile. Tariq is never found.

A/N2: My submission for @choicesflashfics, Week#67, prompt #1 - “Nothing could ever change how I feel about you.”

A/N3: My submission for @choicesjanuary2024, prompt Day 25 - ‘Remembrance’ #choices monthly challenge @lilyoffandoms #choicesjanuary2024

A/N4: Damien Nazario has been assigned as William’s personal bodyguard.

In Flight, Cordonian Royal Jet, above the Mediterranean Sea

Looking out over the vast expanse of water below her, and under the clear blue skies above the Mediterranean Sea, no clouds were in sight ... not a white cloud, nor a black cloud.

Riley gazed out the large passenger window of the private jet, in solace, with her memories. Everything felt calm; almost too calm. The flight from New York to Cordonia was eight hours in duration, and even though they left early in the morning, they would not arrive at the palace until late in the evening with the change in time zones.

Trying to and not getting any rest, her thoughts returned to the events over the holidays.

...Remembering when Liam arrived at her door, in New York on Christmas Eve, a short week ago. The expression of elation on his face as she opened the door for him...

[‘Hello, my love,’ he tenderly smiled; He was standing there with an exquisite bouquet of long-stemmed red roses, as uniformed delivery drivers from the toy store waited patiently at a distance behind him, as the Royal guard performed a security check.

Liam stepped over the threshold, leaning down to draw her in for a kiss on the cheek, as she accepted his gift. ‘Oh Li, these are gorgeous; thank you so much.’

At Bastien’s prompt, the delivery people entered the brownstone with prewrapped gifts and placed them under the Christmas tree, also filling the extra space in the living room very quickly.

Chuckling, Riley watched as Liam thanked them with a generous tip, as he closed the door after them.

“Our son will be so thrilled at what Santa brought him; wait till he wakes up tomorrow.”

Liam laughed, moving quickly to put his arm around her, pulling her to his side. “Who says all these gifts are just for him? Hmmm?” Riley turned her head towards him, as Liam bent to capture her lips in a passion-fueled kiss.

“Ah yes, your gift is right here.” Liam slipped his hand inside his coat to reveal a small box, wrapped in gold with a red ribbon. “This is for you.”}

Riley breathed out, shaking her head.

...Remembering wanting him so badly that evening ...as he kissed her forehead to say ‘good night’ before turning to the guest room; Leaving her feeling so confused, once again.

...Remembering how excited LiLi was when he saw his father again Christmas morning ... and the look of pure joy in Liam’s expression as he watched his son blissfully playing with his new toys.

...Remembering the look of adoration between Liam and his son; a private and sacred bond established between the two ... a bond only meant for them.

Riley looked down at her phone and smiled fondly at the picture of William. He was proudly standing beside his gingerbread house gift for Liam, alongside Daniel and Matteo, to smile at the camera. Riley marveled at how unequivocally her son loved his father, so quickly. As if two loose puzzle pieces finally clicked into place. There was never a doubt in her mind that William needed to be wherever his father was. The connection between father and son was undeniable.

...and with those thoughts, she agreed to return to Cordonia.

And now, she found herself on the Royal jet headed back, leaving behind her New York world for the place that shattered her ‘happily ever after,’ again.

Liam, being the new, ever-doting father was pointing out to his son the shores of Cordonia through the window. She saw the look of marvel in Liam’s eyes, as he watched his son’s reaction to seeing Cordonia for the very first time. They were sitting in seats across the aisle from her as she glanced over.

Catching Riley’s eye, Liam responded with a wink and a smile.

"Welcome home, love."

Riley smiled in return, as her heart skipped a beat.

Home...

It had been a while since she had felt this way about Cordonia. Another lifetime; so much has changed, and yet remained the same.

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Damien Nazario, the Interpol agent who was now permanently assigned to be William Rys's personal bodyguard, was reviewing the Crown prince's dossier, and his duties to the Cordonian crown, his new employer. Bastien took a seat beside the young agent to answer any questions he may have, as head of the Royal guard, at the rear of the plane's cabin.

"So, Damien, any questions for me?"

"No, sir. I believe I have a handle on the situation.”

"Good, because you are now the official head of the security detail for Prince William, the future king of Cordonia."

"Understood, sir.” Damien was well aware of the complexity of a constitutional monarchy.

"Now, there's one more thing I need to discuss with you,” Bastien eyed the young agent.

"Yes, sir?"

"Madeleine Amaranth, the former queen of Cordonia. I have forwarded her updated dossier to you."

"Yes, I've read it through.” Damien paused, waiting for more information.

"Good, because she has expressed malicious intent towards Prince William and Lady Riley, should they return to Cordonia."

"Understood. I'll ensure her movements are tracked and reported inside and out of the country, sir."

"Thank you, Damien.”

"My pleasure, sir.”

Bastien, looking pleased, leaned back in his chair, checking the time on his watch, as he felt the plane begin its descent.

Cordonia, Capital

The jet touched down smoothly on the tarmac, as the engines powered down. The cabin door opened, and the stairs were lowered.

Riley could feel the warm breeze blow past her as she stepped off the plane.

Taking a deep breath, Riley looked around. The air was different here. It was fresh and clean. She closed her eyes and let the wind brush her cheeks.

Liam followed, with William sleeping in his arms.

"Is everything alright, love?" Liam’s brows were raised in concern, noticing her hesitation.

"Yes, I'm just taking it all in." Riley, looked down, unable to keep eye contact.

"Are you sure, Riley? You've been very quiet throughout the entire flight home."

"I'm fine, Liam. It is just a lot to process. I'm just a little overwhelmed."

"All right, I understand. Let us get to the palace, so you and William can get settled and rest ... okay?"

"Yes, thank you, Liam."

Liam glanced over at Riley with concern as he personally buckled his son into the car seat. It was quite easy for him to see and feel the apprehension in her mood. She could not hide her emotions from him as well as she always thought she could.

Riley had remained noticeably quiet during the ride to the palace as well, looking out at the passing countryside. Liam could not help but wonder if she was having second thoughts about returning to Cordonia, and/or to him.

As they pulled up to the palace gates, Liam looked over at Riley, noticing a small smile on her face.

"What is it, love?" Liam spoke softly, reaching for her hand.

Riley returned his touch with a squeeze. "This place...it's beautiful."

"Thank you, that, it is. Welcome home."

“William will be so excited when he wakes up.” Riley glanced at a still sleeping William as the SUV slowed to a stop.

"I can't begin to tell you how much it means to me.... to have you both here." Liam confessed.

"You're welcome, Liam. It's the least I can do."

Liam's heart sank at her words. He hated the distance between them. He wanted to take her in his arms and make everything right, but, for right now, he knew that was not the best strategy.

He had to accept that things had changed, and their relationship was different now. He had to be patient and give Riley the space she needed.

But he also had to make her see how important she was to him. He had to show her how much he had missed her ... that he wanted a future with her and William in Cordonia.

As the SUV door opened for her, Riley felt a sense of Deja vu. This was where she had started her journey with Liam in Cordonia all those years ago. And now, here she was, back again.

"Do you want me to take you and William to the guest wing, or do you want to stay in my chambers?"

"I would like to stay with you, if that's okay."

"Of course, Riley. I would love that."

It was surreal for Riley as she walked the pristine palace halls towards the Royal Chambers. Liam carried William, who was fast asleep in his arms beside her.

The memories of the past times she was here flooded her mind and her heart ached as she pushed the painful memories aside. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves.

As they reached the large double doors of the entrance to the Royal east wing, the guards opened the doors for Liam and Riley to enter.

Riley stepped inside; the same chambers where she had spent so much time before. The familiar scent of Liam's cologne filled the air, sending a wave of longing for a past time through her mind.

Walking into her room ... it was exactly as she remembered it. Everything was in its place, from the elegant chandelier hanging above the bed, to the intricate paintings adorning the walls.

Riley took a deep breath and sat down on the edge of the bed. She looked around the room, taking in every detail.

She felt a pang of sadness as she remembered those past times.

After tucking William into his bed in the adjacent room, Liam came in and sat down next to her. He gently placed his hand on hers, and she looked up at him, their eyes meeting.

"What are you thinking about Riley?"

"I'm okay, Liam. I was just thinking about how much things have changed since I was here last."

He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and held her close. "I know it's a lot, but I'm here for you, and I'll help you in any way I can," Liam whispered.

"Thank you, Liam."

He pulled away and cupped her face in his hands, staring into her eyes intently. "You're welcome, Riley. Always. Nothing could ever change how I feel about you.”

He moved in to press his lips to hers, and she melted into his kiss.

It was soft and gentle, and full of longing.

He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers, breathing heavily. "God, Riley, I've missed you."

"I've missed you, Li."

He leaned down and kissed her again, deeper this time.

His tongue swept across her bottom lip, and she opened her mouth to him.

Their tongues tangled together in a dance that was familiar and yet new.

They were no longer the same people they were when they had last been together. They were both older and wiser, and the passion between them burned even brighter.

Riley pulled away and put her hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating beneath her palm.

"Liam, I..."

"Shhh."

He placed a finger over her lips. "Don't say anything, Riley. Just feel."

His lips found hers again, and the world disappeared. There was nothing but the two of them, lost in each other.

She kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck.

She moaned into his mouth as he slid his hands down her back and pulled her closer.

He broke the kiss and buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent.

"Riley," he breathed. "God, I want you so much."

“Liam, I ...”

Liam pulled back and looked into her eyes, “stay with me tonight.”

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bamnamuu · 1 year ago

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ONE TICKET, PLEASE ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ S.JY

1. i see him in my dreams

warnings: swearing, threatening to push people out of cars

(not proof read)

We have orientation today. It's nothing special mostly just ‘blah blah blah’ , they split us up into groups the games and ticket people are with yeonjun and then everyone else is with soobin, I believe I wasn't exactly paying attention, how could I Jake was standing like six feet away from me, he looked better than I remember. I'm lost in my own daydream until beomgyu speaks up beside me.

‘’ y/n?’’

‘’Humh’’ I turned to face him.

‘’ I just said I'm gonna head over to heesung’’ he said.

‘’ .. Good luck!’’ I said with a smile.

‘’ why, we’re just looking around the park?’’ he was

‘’cause you're going to be with kai!’’ smiling as I was turning away, I hear him mutter something under his breath. My group had left me, so I had to run to catch up. Bumping into lily, we started talking. It's all nice and breezy until we reach our destination. The ticket booth,

‘’Do you think they'll drag me back here if I start running?’’

‘’ They might not but, I would’’

‘’ lil I heard that one summer, two girls were working and they got locked in and died!’’

‘’Did Taehyun tell you that one too?’’

‘’Yeah, unfortunately, he also called me a lobster!’’ I finished my sentence and face lily, she was making a face like she was trying to hold in her laugh, before completely breaking.

Too much time passes and we have gone over the basics like ‘take money give a ticket and repeat’, pretty simple, its that hard, but it’s extremely hot luckily yeonjun left the booth door open so we get some wind, then they bring out the yellow uniforms and send us on our way.

‘’ Oh I forgot about the mic’s, there are two on and off buttons, one for in the booth, one for outside. It's better to just leave the outside one at all times!’’ yeonjun said as he re-entered the booth and showed us how to use the mics before kicking us out and locking the booth.

‘’ where's soob?’’ lily said as we caught up with Beomgyu and yunjin.

‘’ he has to stay back and do important work things’’ Yunjin brings her hands up to make air quotations.

‘’ soo who wants to get boba?’’ lily shrieks in my ear, and everyone starts running back to the gyus' car.

Beomgyu had agreed to drive all of us besides kai to work. I don’t know why our huening kai is an angel, with saying that Beomgyu threatened to push me out of the moving car.

‘’ beomgyu can we not threaten our friends first thing in the morning?’’

‘’yunjin it's 11:00 am, also no I will threaten my friends when they're wrong’’ he's glaring at me through the rearview mirror i can feel it, but i decide I don't care, cause I'm in a sharpie-smelling car with my friends, also if he does push me out of the car i will make him pay my hospital bills, i move up in my seat and grab the aux chord that attached to gyus phone and play music until we make to our destination and start work.

Taehyun's tips have been working, or at least his last one, because I haven't been able to think all day. It's that busy, but where our booth is located, I get to see a small view of Jake and Beomgyu handing out mini fishing poles to kids, but that fun is ruined when the glare of the sun blocks my view. Lily and I have been crushing the shit out of our jobs and only been a couple of days. As I handed a ticket to the last person in line, I look to Lily.

‘’I'm gonna go on break now, Do you think you can handle this beast all by yourself?’’ pointing at the empty line, she tells me she's all good and to enjoy the wind, and I leave. I take my time walking to the staff lounge since there’s a nice cold breeze, passing beomgyu’s booth, and a bunch of screaming kids i get to the door and sit down on one of the bright green chairs, while putting my headphones on i hear someone enter the room, looking up from my phone i see jake staring at me.

“y/n right?”

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Synopsis: Y/N and her friends all wind up working at the same amusement park for the entire summer. It just so happens that her longtime crush, Jake Sim, is working at the same park with his friends. Unfortunately for Jake, his ex-girlfriend Yoona has planned to make her way back into his life, so his friends bring up the idea of having a fake girlfriend so that Yoona will leave him alone, and his eyes just so happen to land on the girl in the ticketing booth.

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tooenthusiastcloud · 2 years ago

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First Fanfiction: Ideas, proofreads & criticism welcome

It hurt. That was the first coherent thought that passed through her mind. She could feel blood dripping from a claw mark left on her side. El stood in front of her, defiantly staring down the Demogorgon. Electricity prickled Tens skin as her consciousness gave out. The last thing she heard before plunging into darkness was her little sister scream.

Tens eyes snapped open, heart racing and soul screaming. She laid in a tangle of sweat soaked sheets, the neon numbers on the alarm clock glaring at her. 5:04 a.m. Blinking back tears Ten sat up. Her room was dark despite the neon numbers dimly outlining the furniture. Muffled sounds from the living room TV drifted lazily through the house. She was to awake to go back to sleep, yet school didn't start until 7:30. That meant there was too much dead time on her hands, dead time meant minds roaming. She didn't like the places her mind roamed.

So much pain in the past and yet so much unknown bullshit clouded her future. Shaky hands raked through her dark hair. Screams bubbling and sticking in her throat. Glancing over at the pill bottle on her nightstand she sighed and got up for a glass of water. Suppress the powers, suppress the memories.

Turning her mind off she went through the motions. Tip toeing through the house careful not to wake up Hop in his lazy boy. Filling a glass with water, only to down the pills beside your bed. It wasn't until she settled into the damp sheets that she finally started to cry. Palms pushing into her eyes as silent sobs escaped.

Time seemingly flowed, Hopper was at her door in an hour calling for her to get up. She hadn't been to school since she was fifteen and even though it didn't seem long the two years aged her. What the fuck was she supposed to wear? Not wanting to make a good or bad impression, just wanting to slip beneath the tide and graduate. Sliding on some tight hugging Levi's and pulling over a Harvard sweater she had stolen she reluctantly left her room.

Hopper puffed on a cigarette while pouring black coffee into a large travel mug. "Hey kid." He turned to look around at her. "Ready?"

Shifting on her feet Ten avoided his question by fixing her ponytail and slipping on her sneakers.

No she was ready, she didn't want to go to school. She wanted to look for El. The chief of police seemed to read her mind. "Lily I know you want to look for the kid, but you have to keep your head down. No risks."

" I know." The girl nodded. Tossing the name inside her head. Trying to commit it to memory. To make it feel natural. "Lily." She said quietly, mostly to herself. She nodded. "Lily is pretty." Finally smiling for the first time that morning.

Jim simply nodded and led the way out the front door. The school looked unimposing, but the students shuffling through the doors seemed to make her chest squeeze involuntarily.

She shook her head and breathed deeply. Departing from Hopper's side she slunk her bag over her shoulders and joined the teenaged swarm. Dodging around people she finally managed to step into the front office. A poufy haired middled aged women with thick glasses and cheap red lipstick greated her warmly. Handing her the class schedule and pointing to the left direction before turning to the ringing phone. "Breathe, Ten. No. Lily. Breathe, Lily."

Repeating the mantra to herself calmly got her through half the day, when lunch rolled around the ball of anxiety that had started to lessen suddenly coiled back up. Threatening to make her vomit. Instead of the debate of which table, she skipped lunch altogether. Opting to escape outside past the bleachers and into the woods. The serene green and calm silence finally stilled the heart that had been racing since this morning.

Finding a picnic table she finally relaxed. Letting the wind breathe new life into her. Until she heard a branch crack underneath someone weight. Coming into her vision was a boy. Curly dark hair, and brown eyes that somehow reminded her of a puppy.

"Uh, hi. Lily right? Eddie, we uh have English together." He bowed as if introducing himself to a queen. Lily couldn't hold the giggle that escaped, blue eyes glittering as they danced over his face.

"I know we have English together, just didn't know your name." She curtseyed hand finally unshoving themselves from their pocket homes. "Nice to meet you." She smiled again before straightening herself and returning to her perch.

"Not hungry? Don't blame you, not sure a stray dog would eat that shit." Eddie said shaking his head before cocking it in order to look at her better. She looked up through dark lashes and simply shrugged. "You don't talk much huh?."

She smiled again before shrugging and shaking her head no softly. "Guess I don't. I like your shirt though. What is it some kind of band?" Eddie laughed outright "Nah it's a DnD club, ever play.?"

She looked thoughtfully before shaking her head no again. "I should go, it was nice meeting you Eddie from English." She gave him another smile and walked in the opposite direction of the school.

He thought about calling out to her, but figured she knew where she was going. Everything she did seemed to be with purpose and Eddie found himself smiling as she disappeared beyond the trees.

Chapter Two: No risks

She knew she was going to get shit from Hopp. She didn't care, that place fucking sucked. Despite the boy. Eddie. She smiled nodding only to herself. Yes she liked Eddie. She found a nice looking tree, with wide low hanging branches that were perfect for climbing. Biting into the spine of her book she climbed until she found a perfect nook to nestle herself into. Escaping into the pages time melted away.

It wasn't until she found herself walking along a dark stretch of road at night that she cursed herself for getting lost into the story. Now Hopper was definitely going to filet her alive. She could try and blink home but that was always sketchy. Ending up in a lake didn't sound appealing. So she resigned herself to walking across town to get home. The air was frosty making her finger numb, and her legs shake. How fucking stupid was I? She thought kicking leaves miserably.

A distant roar of an engine cut through the thick of the night. Lily paused unsure of wether she should hide or ask for a ride. Fuck it. Doing neither she continued her walk without so much as turning around or moving into the ditch. Hit me please. The Camaro sped past and slammed on the breaks. The smell of burning rubber invaded her nostrils. She paused for a second, the red break lights blinding the road in front of her. The door swung open and the driver stepped out.

"The fuck are you doing out here, New girl?" The driver flicked the cigarette in his fingers and sauntered over. "Well, can you speak or are you a mute?" Scrunching her nose Lily looked up into dangerously gorgeous eyes.

"My name is Lily, and I'm walking home." She answered with a shrug. Walking around him and continuing down the road.

"I'm new too." Blue eyes called. Lily simply nodded and gave a wave before turning to continue walking. "Need a ride?"

That's how Lily found herself practically flying home. The drive was silently, neither really caring on how to break the silence. Roaring down Hopper's driveway she saw his police van parked.

Any hope of quietly escaping into her room evaporated as the front door swung open with a loud crack.

"FUCK ME." Lily groaned watching the man in the doorway light another cigarette despite just throwing one out. "Chiefs daughter huh?" The boy beside her asked. Without responding she opened the car door and braced herself. "Thanks for the ride, blue eyes." Billy was about to respond when he could hear the chiefs voice booming.

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN."

Watching as the girl simply shrugged and walked around him into the house. She heard the door slam shut behind her. "YOU SKIPPED HALF OF THE DAY ON THE FIRST FUCKING DAY LILY." Hopper paced back and forth shaking his head.

When he finally stopped to look at her, Lily just dropped her head.

"I hate it there. The white walls, the noise, the old people constantly telling you not to go to the bathroom without a stupid paper. I'm not going back." When she finally looked up the blue in her eyes had melted into cold resolve. Hopper all but choked on his beer. "Oh your going back there young lady, and your going to smile, and your going to play nice and do your damn homework. Because that was deal, do you remember the deal Lily? The deal was you go to school, you graduate, you TRY to have a good and normal life and DO AS I SAY WHILE I DEAL WITH THE LAB, AND KEEP YOU SAFE, AND FREE AND FIND ELEVEN. THAT WAS THE DEAL LILY." He all but screamed. Hot tears pricked Lily's eyes, her hands balling into fists. Rage washing over her. The lights began to flicker.

She was tired of being told what to do, of being pushed around of having no choice. Hopper's head whipped around her before settling his gaze on her. "Okay, look kid. I just want to keep you girls safe. When you make waves, when you draw attention to yourself by skipping the first day, it makes it that much harder." His tone softened but Lily knew he was right. "I know" was she whispered as she scurried into her room and shut the door. Letting the tears stream down her face.

5:04 came to quickly. Taking the pill, and stepping into the shower Lily reminded herself of the deal.

Searching throw various band shirts she finally settled on Guns & Roses. Tucking the shirt into the waistband of a white pleated tennis skirt she looked into the mirror. Good enough. It was a warm morning, promising a hot august afternoon.

Walking the crowded halls Lily found her self scanning the faces looking for Eddies. When she couldn't find him in the hall she found herself looking forward to English. 49-81-56. Three times and she still couldn't get the stupid tin book trap open. Fucking shit.

"Problems?" Lily spun around to the voice. Eddie smiled coyly, "The key is to kick the shit out of it before you try the latch." Giggling she moved out of the way so he could try, clapping a little as the door opened.

"Magic" she laughed while scooping out the contents.

"I live to serve M'lady." Eddie said chuckling.

Matching each other strides they walked to english. Eddie talking rapidly eager to fill the silence that was Lily. He didn't really mind it, he'd catch glimpses of her smiling and nodding her head. She followed him to the back of the classroom and claimed the desk next to his.

The rest of the day flowed seemlessly, into weeks. Slowly growing comfortable with the predictable routine.

As September crept into October Lily found herself with a strange gaggle of friends. It wasn't until Tina shoved an orange flyer into her hand that life started to get a little rocky. She wasn't sure if she should ask Jim or just go. She was sure one party couldn't hurt, and Hopp had been busy anyways. He was helping Joyce and Will cope with everything that had happened the year before.

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whumpingisfun · 2 years ago

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Love is Blind - Part One

Summary:

Lily has the most loving boyfriend, who takes care of them even in their sickest of days….

But they weren’t always blind. And they dream in color.

…and someone is screaming from the basement below…

TWs: gaslighting, yandere male whumper, blind whumpee, drugged/poisoned whumpee, amnesia

They wake to darkness. The only reason they know they are awake is that they feel their eyelashes fluttering against their cheeks.

This is… normal. They feel the warmth of someone beside them, holding them close. Safe.

Their hands gently explore the body of the one keeping them in place, tracing up their chest and towards their face, feeling stubble prickle against their fingertips.

They squeak as their hand is captured by a bigger, warmer hand, a kiss pressed to their fingers.

“Good morning, Lily.” A rich voice murmurs and it sends a thrill down their spine through the darkness.

Right. Their name… it was Lily.

They blink sightless eyes, not quite sure if they are even looking in the right direction. “Mmmmorning.” They shyly whisper, heat sparking up across their cheeks.

The large hand squeezes theirs gently, before letting go completely, arms curling around their waist. They feel a nose brush up against their cheek, nuzzling and they squeak again, giggling. “N-no, scratchy!!”

“Mmm, but you love my scratchy beard.” The voice teases, rubbing their stubbly cheek against theirs so hard it gives them friction burn.

They squirm, trying to escape, squeal turning mildly pained but the arms hold firm, keeping them in place.

Finally the assault on their face stops, soft lips brushing against their cheek in apology.

“Shhh, darling don’t cry… Darian is sorry, sweetheart. Here… let me get you your medicine.”

They haven’t even realized they had started to cry, their breathing coming short and sharp and they are suddenly exhausted, curling up against warm heat as they are cradled, the sound of a bottle being unstoppered ringing in their ears.

Warm fingers tilt their chin up, thumb dipping into their mouth as Darian - his name is Darian - presses the open bottle up against their lips and then tips it fully into their mouth.

Something floral hits them, with a bitter acrid aftertaste that the flowers cannot quite cover, the medicinal scent hitting their nose and making them gag. Darian’s hand firmly keeps their mouth shut, his other hand stroking their throat and kissing their neck, suckling.

“Just swallow…” he breathes against their skin, chuckling as they whine muffledly.

And then they swallow, a moan turning into a helpless mewl as Darian begins to suckle on their neck again, leaving a deep bruise that he laps his tongue against that sends a pleasured ache through them, even as their mind grows fuzzy.

“I love you, Lily…” Darian murmurs against their skin, kisses drifting lower.

They mumble something in response, tongue heavy and unweildly. Their eyes feel like someone has tied them shut, their head lolling against his thigh as they’re lowered down into the blankets once more.

They feel too heavy to move, the entire weight of the world pressing down on their body.

They are sinking.

Down, down, down.

They are drifting…

They are completely hidden in the bushes, watching the green grass sway in the warm summer breeze from their cool shaded hiding place.

Dirt is cool against their palms, slightly damp from the gardener’s watering earlier in the morning.

They blink, watching as the sunlight shifts with the tree’s growing shadow, content to stay in the cool hidden world underneath the leaves, even as they hear their mother calling them to come inside—

They wake to darkness, warm under a heavy duvet.

They can hear noise in the kitchen, cluttering of knives and other cutlery against plates and pans rattling as they are moved to the stove.

They are weighed down by the blanket, too weak to roll out of bed.

Their fingers curl around the edge of their covers, staring up at a ceiling they cannot see.

…they knew what green was, the dim thought penetrates their hazy mind.

Did that mean they hadn’t been like this before? Sick and helpless? …what happened?

Their mind spirals, trying to figure out what it meant. But it hurts their head and they close their eyes, whimpering softly.

The nosie in the kitchen stops. The abruptness causes Lily to freeze, their breath frozen in their chest. It’s only as their lungs burn that they dare sick in another breath and they jolt as they suddenly feel a hand on their head, brushing up their bangs.

“…your fever has gone down.” Darian murmurs. “Do you think you can handle some broth?”

They nod, just a slight incline of their head, because moving anything more than that makes their entire dark world spin.

“…w-water?” They croak and there is a cool glass immediately pressed against their lips.

They drink greedily, gasping for air when the glass is pulled away. They can hear it being refilled, bubbling up against the glass once more.

Darian’s lips press against their forehead. “You make the cutest sounds.” He sounds fond.

The blush is back, heating their skin. “Mmm.” They mumble.

And then a warm spoon is being pressed against their lips, and a hearty broth slides down their throat. This too, they drink greedily.

Darian’s lips press against their skin again, the sound of the spoon scraping against the empty bowl jarring in their fuzzy haze.

They are guided back down, and Darian stroked their hair gently. “You rest, my love.” He murmurs, and they can’t help but hum as their sightless eyes slide close once more.

Darian watches as Lily slides back into unconsciousness, a warm smile on his lips. With how they are now… they would never leave him. Never again.

He gets up, assured they would not wake at least till evening, and saunters down to his basement.

He leans against the wall, gazing down at a pair of shackles still rusting with blood that hang from the opposite side of the room. He wouldn’t be needing those chains any longer. Not until work required him to do so.

He looked forward to his domestic bliss.

#gaslighting #Yandere male whumper #blind whumpee #drugged/poisoned whumpee #amnesia #Love Is Blind

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gutterdreamer-rp · 2 years ago

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-Her nails were short, the black polish on them worn and chipped, but there was a sharpness to their tips, as if maybe they dreamt of being claws.

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-My King, he calls her. My Bramble King, he titles her. "Mon Champion," she whispers in reply, for she is not strong enough to resist such open devotion.

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-Song filled the air, notes lifting from the violin strings in shimmering quicksilver and spreading around them both in brambled spirals. It was a violin she held, but it was a piano she played, its soft discordance forming into the waltz she so frequently heard in her dreams.

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-Ah, I am but a worm, squirming beneath a rock. Someone like me is not meant to fly. "Psh," she scoffs, resting her brow against his. "You are no worm, my darling. But I would love you even if you were, and carry you up there in my beak if need be."

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-"Much of society struggles to embrace those who do not conform, whether by choice or circumstance." She turned her head back towards him, shrugging as she gave him a crooked smile. "Much of society is, of course, a collective idiot."

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-She stares at him, brows raised, for a long moment as her mind tries to wrap around the concept of a ‘door-to-door salesman’. The very notion makes her skin crawl- going up to strangers’ houses? And trying to be charismatic enough to get them to buy something? What an absolute nightmare.

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-What's a louche? "Originally," she hummed softly into his ear as she opened one of the bottles and poured a generous amount into each glass, "it referred to the worst kind of trouble. The kind that would ruin your reputation if you indulged too much in it." She chuckled, low and husky and still close to his ear, one hand sliding softly onto his shoulder for balance she didn't really need.

"Fitting, then, that they chose to adapt the word for absinthe and its preparation ritual," she continued as she placed a spoon atop each of the glasses, and then a sugar cube on each of those. "Absinthe was the artist's drink, after all. The poet's, the harlot's, the madman's." Now she reached for the water carafe, her dark hair falling forward around him. "It's little wonder I'm drawn to it, hm?"

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The wolf plops down onto its haunches with a huff-- and by the time she's situated, Shrike is her lanky self once more. With a wave of one thorn-clawed hand, she sets lilies to blooming throughout her brambles, their perfume thick and heady enough to cut at least some of the rotting smell. She plunges her other hand into the loam, quicksilver roots spreading from her fingertips that set to work soaking up the old blood stench. While hardly adverse to a sanguine perfume, she much prefers it to be fresh.

#c: shrike delaney #some collected rp snippets #i just really love her your honor #writing

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briamichellewrites · 2 years ago

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After seven long hours of rehearsal, the band called it a day. As they were packing up, they received a visit from Bruce. They said hello to him before he asked for Mike. He stopped what he was doing and followed him out into the hallway. Bruce received a call from the rehab center Brie was staying at about her being kicked out over drugs. His eyes got wide and he asked for more details. That was what he was trying to find out. He asked him to give him and Phoenix a few minutes to get their stuff together.

He gave him a chair to sit on before going back to what he was doing. Phoenix asked him what was going on. All he could tell him was that there was a situation with Brie and they needed to get their stuff together as quickly as possible. Okay. Once they were ready, they said goodbye to their band members. Phoenix had no idea what the hell was going on, so he asked on the drive to the center.

Bruce just repeated what he told Mike. Okay. They were hoping it was just a misunderstanding that they could sort out when they got there. When they got to the center, they were brought to an office where they saw her in tears and insisting the drugs weren’t hers. She stood up when she saw her father.

They introduced themselves before sitting down. The owner and financier, William Oswald explained the situation. They received a tip that someone was hiding drugs in their room. Since they only had four residents at a time, they got permission from each of them to search their rooms. They found a baggie of cocaine on her bedside table.

Did they drug test her? No, they didn’t. Bruce asked why. He didn’t want to assume the drugs were hers just because they happened to be found in her room. Even though he knew how manipulative addicts were, he didn’t want to jump on his daughter until they had the facts. Mike and Phoenix stayed silent as they let him take control. They didn’t want to believe the drugs were hers, either. They let her speak and give her side of the story. She had come in after visiting the horses.

That was when she was called into the office and asked about the drugs. She permitted to search her room. As they were talking, they heard a knock on the door. It was a staff member with another resident. She had something she needed to say. William invited them in. The resident confessed the cocaine was hers. She had hidden it in her room after an argument in group therapy.

She apologized before being told that William would talk to her later. After she was escorted out, Brie got angry. She told them it wasn’t hers! He apologized for his lack of understanding of the situation. She got up and walked over to another part of the room because she was so upset. Phoenix got up and excused himself. He went over to her and quietly asked if she wanted to go outside. Yeah. They got up and walked out.

After a while, Mike and Bruce went out to find them. She had calmed down a little and they all apologized for not believing her. What now? She had two options: she could stay or she could come home. If she came home, she would either go into another program or move in with one of her friends. She could also move into sober living.

Since she didn’t trust the staff anymore, she opted to check into sober living. Bruce told her how proud he was of her for telling the truth. He had a suspicion that the other girl was full of bs, but he wanted to be sure. She nodded and wiped her tears.

After packing her stuff up, they said goodbye to everyone. While they looked into a sober living home, she would stay with Mike and Phoenix. They made some ground rules for her. She was not allowed in their bedroom unless she was helping with the twins. They also wanted her to help out with groceries and around the house. She agreed.

The twins were interested in the stranger who suddenly appeared at their house. Lily pointed to her grandfather as they both gave excited smiles. While Mike and Phoenix helped her bring her stuff in and up to a spare bedroom, he took that opportunity to play with his grandchildren. Linsey introduced herself to him. She took care of the twins during the day. It was nice to meet her. Lila pointed to him again. He reached over, picked her up, and set her on his lap.

She explored his face with her hands and the multiple earrings he wore. Mike hugged Brie.

“I love you.”

“I love you too. Thanks for not making me do a drug test.”

He laughed. “You’re welcome. There are two little girls downstairs who want to meet you.”

“Oh, my god. I’m so nervous about this and I don’t know why.”

“It will be okay. We will be there for you.”

Phoenix also hugged her before they went back to the living room. She said hello to Linsey as she sat down. Linsey wrapped her arm around her shoulders. She was their little sister, who they loved and protected. Bruce laughed. The babies babbled as they played with their toys. They were mostly putting them into their mouths. Yum. Yum.

Brie would be spending the day with the band. Were they still rehearsing? Yeah, they were. She would have to find something to do for eight hours. Phoenix joked about putting her to work. Oh my god. They laughed. Bruce asked if Linsey was a friend of theirs. She was Phoenix’s ex-wife but she was also a babysitter during the day because she had a flexible schedule at work. They had their youngest daughter at home with them, so she also helped out.

What did she do for work? She was a realtor, so she could bring the girls into the office if she needed to otherwise she could work from home. It was a nice schedule. Cheyenne loved helping with them and playing with them. They also had two older girls, Regan and Brooklyn.

They were more interested in other things. That was fine. They did spend maybe an hour or two with them before they got bored. How old are they? Regan was six, Brooklyn was five and Cheyenne was two. After a while, she had to get home so they said goodbye. Bruce had to get going, too because he and Patti were meeting friends for dinner. They said goodbye to him as the twins waved bye-bye.

The next morning, Brad asked what happened when they arrived. They told him it was a misunderstanding between the rehab center and Brie. She was going to be spending the day with them. Should they put her to work? They laughed as Phoenix already suggested that. The other guys were surprised to see her. Chester hugged her tightly. What happened? She told them everything about being framed for drugs that weren’t hers and how she decided to leave because they couldn’t trust her.

She was staying with Mike and Phoenix until they found a sober living house for her. When they got home, she thought she saw Brad. She went over to kick his ass before they could stop her. Bradley happened to see her coming over, so he asked if he could help her. Was Brad there? No, he wasn’t. She introduced herself as Brie. He smiled at her and held out his hand.

I’m Bradley Cooper. He was house-sitting for Brad. After shaking his hand, she noted she would just have to wait for him to come home to kick his ass, then. Mike and Phoenix were laughing from the driveway because he was so confused. Don’t worry about it. It was an inside joke. He nodded with a smile. They then said goodbye to each other. He thought she was beautiful! She must be the neighbor Brad was referring to. He wanted to invite her over sometime.

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon @fiickle-nia @boricuacherry-blog

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messers-moony · 3 years ago

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Paring: Regulus Black X Daughter!Reader

Summary: At first it was for him, now everything he does is for her.

Warnings: Rape, cursing, death, etc

Being wise comes with living. Dumbledore had lived a lot of years. Everyone knows that. The man worked his way up the hierarchy from being a Transfiguration teacher to the headmaster at Hogwarts. He was even offered a place as the Minister of Magic. What people didn’t comprehend or, rather, didn’t think about was, when living that long you realize every button to push, every nook and cranny to get your way.

Manipulation at its finest. Now, truth be told, manipulation isn’t always evil. It can be good, per se, manipulating someone to stop doing something that’s particularly harmful - alcohol, smoking. But when used negatively, it could make everything worse.

The Order of the Phoenix was manipulated. From beginning to end. Dumbledore convinced the young kids - naive kids - that they were safe and that’s what they needed. These kids needed reassurance that everything would be okay, and Dumbledore assured them that they were safe.

But were they safe when the McKinnon family died? Were they safe when Fabian and Gidian Prewett died? Could James and Lily truly depend on Dumbledore to keep them safe with a newborn?

When Sirius Black joined the order, he had one request. Just one. A linear, singular request. It was saving Regulus Black. That’s all Sirius wanted, was for his little brother to be safe. Sirius knew about Regulus being a death eater, and he needed saving. Regulus didn’t want this life, and he especially didn’t want this with a baby girl.

He was seventeen, and he was forced. Sirius knew it. James knew it. Remus knew it. Regulus had come to the Gryffindor portrait crying on his knees, begging - no - pleading for his older brother. The Fat Lady was cursing him out for not having the password and being a Slytherin. Luckily, James heard the ruckus and ran to his aid. He was yelling for Sirius.

“Sirius! Sirius, I need you!” James had never sounded so frantic, so panicky, “Sirius, now!”

Sirius threw the textbook on the floor. James’ voice reminded him of an alarm - crazed, loud, repetitive. The black-haired boy ran down the dorm steps, almost falling over his feet to see the portrait wide open. Everything went in a vignette, zoomed in and black around the edges. Immediately Sirius was pushing James off his little brother and embracing him tightly.

“S- Sirius.”

Godric, he sounded so broken, “‘S okay, Reggie. ‘S okay. I got you. It’s me, Sirius. You’re safe here, Frère.”

“It- It hurts.” Regulus muttered, his voice shaky and helpless, “Need you.”

“You’re okay.”

Sirius looked up into James’ worried hazel eyes, “C’mon. We’re bringing him up.”

“Are you mental?!”

“James, he’s my brother!”

James scowled, “He’s also a Slytherin!”

“He needs me. I’m not letting him go.” It was the first time Sirius’ voice had gone stern with James, “Either I’m sleeping out here with my brother, or you’re helping me bring him up to the dorm.”

“Fine, fine.”

Sirius looked down at his brother, who was tucked under his chin, silver streams trailing down his flushed cheeks. His cheeks glistened with anguish and pain. His fists were balling the back of Sirius’ white button-up, tightly, stressed.

“Reggie.” For the first time, Regulus didn’t cringe, and instead, he melted into Sirius’ warmth, “James and I are going to bring you into our dorm, okay?”

“Mhm.”

Gently Sirius helped him up, placing an arm around his shoulder. James put his other arm around his shoulder. Both boys helped the sixth year into the Gryffindor common room, getting multiple stares and glares. Regulus managed to up the stairs onto Sirius’ bed, a sniffling and trembling mess.

James smiled gently at them, and Sirius sat beside Regulus on the edge of his bed, “What happened?”

“She- She forced me. I didn’t want to. Please, Sirius, I didn’t want this.”

“Want what?”

“She touched me.” Regulus whispered, and Sirius rubbed his back, “I- I didn’t want it….”

Sirius hesitated, “Did- Did mum have anything to do with this?”

Regulus nodded, and silent tears fell down his cheeks, “She- Mum, is the reason. I was supposed to be arranged to this woman but- but she did this and- and-“

“It’s too much.” Regulus wailed.

Sirius held his brother close until he fell asleep. The trails of tears dried on his cheeks, and Sirius laid his head on the feathery pillow. The fleece comforter was placed over his wrinkled button-up, black pants, and socks. Regulus’ black curls contrasted the pillow, and his cheeks were a pale pink. Sirius had never felt so upset.

Releasing a breath of air, he left the dorm room to go to the common room where the boys were sitting. James perked up, and Remus’ head was pulled into a book, a cup of tea on the table beside him. Peter was playing chess with a fellow Gryffindor across the room, not paying attention to anything but the checkered table before him.

“Is he okay?”

Sirius plopped beside James, “He will be.”

The silence was killing Remus to the point of his curiosity tipping over, “What happened exactly?”

“Some girl, my mum, arranged him with did something that he didn’t consent to.”

The teacup that was in Remus’ hand dropped to the carpeted floor, staining, “You’re shitting me?”

Regulus was in pain, physically and emotionally. Although the boys didn’t understand completely, they understood that Sirius’s time would be dedicated to his little brother. No matter what was going on in the wizarding world at present, Sirius’ time was needed with Regulus.

It was nine months later. Thirty-nine weeks later. Two hundred and seventy-three days later. Left on the doorstep of the Noble House of Black’s residence was a baby girl. Orion and Walburga had left the house previously, leaving Regulus alone with Kreacher, their house elf. The baby girl was crying and helpless.

His lifeless grey eyes met the young girl's e/c ones, and everything clicked. This was the product of his emotional pain in his sixth year. Regulus couldn’t deny the warmth in his heart looking at the young girl. Gently he leaned down to take her in his arms. A pink silk blanket wrapped around her to keep her warm despite the summer months.

Once in his arms, the girls stopped crying. The warmth of his body and the softness in his eyes calmed her down. There was an envelope inside the baby blanket, which Regulus opened after placing the sleeping child on his lap. Essentially the letter was telling him to name the baby girl and her birthday. Along with now that the marriage was called off, she wanted nothing to do with him.

Regulus threw the parchment to the side furiously. Despite his frustration, he picked up his daughter and smiled at her, “I dunno what to name you precious.”

The girl wrapped her hand around his thumb that had been caressing her cheek, “Y/n? I like that name.”

She smiled, and so did he, “You like that too, don’t you, précieux.”

Regulus placed a kiss on Y/n’s forehead, rocking her back and forth, “I love you so much.”

During the school year, Y/n stayed with Sirius, who was overjoyed to stay with his niece. Regulus only saw his daughter one more time before he decided it was his end. Regulus knocked on Sirius’ flat, looking utterly exhausted. Sirius answered with a big smile on his face.

“Heya Reggie!”

Regulus struggled to smile, “Hey, Siri.”

“Come on.” Sirius beckoned, “Y/n is sleeping, but you can see her if you’d like.”

He walked in to see a door open to a small room. Inside it was painted in a pale lavender color with white furniture. Regulus walked inside to find a crib with his one-year-old girl sleeping inside. She made this so much harder. Regulus didn’t want to do this, but he needed to do it if he wished Y/n to have a safe life.

Regulus’ arms cradled his daughter to his chest, “I love you, précieux. I love you too much to express. I know that you’ll never remember me. I’m praying that Sirius will tell you about me.”

“You’re my baby girl. You’ll always be my baby girl.” Regulus’ eyes welled with tears, “And- And I’ll be with you no matter what.”

Y/n’s eyes opened, and she smiled, being cradled in her father's arms, “Dada?”

Regulus had tears streaming down his face, and Sirius watched from the doorway, “Yes, hi petite fille.”

She giggled, and Regulus had the brightest smile on his face; he nuzzled his nose with hers, “Dada’s here, little girl.”

He spent an hour with her. The last sixty minutes of his freedom was spent cooing and coddling. Regulus wanted to engrave her beautiful e/c eyes in his head, her soft smile, smooth skin, and fuzzy hair. Regulus placed his daughter back in the crib and kissed her forehead one more time.

Walking back out into the living room of the flat, he saw Sirius waiting for him. Regulus didn’t make any appoint to try and sit down. That’s how Sirius knew was something wrong. He released an air of breath and dried his tears.

“Sirius, you may have to keep Y/n with you a little longer until it’s safe, okay?”

“‘Course Reggie.”

“If- If I don’t come back-“

“Don't say that, please.”

Regulus looked at his brother solemnly, “But it’s realistic.”

“Okay, just- try to make it back.” Sirius replied.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll try.” He lied, “I- I want you to tell her about me, yeah?”

Sirius chuckled, “You’re her father, Regulus. I wouldn’t not tell her.”

“Don’t let her mum take her. I don’t care what she says Y/n will be in your care.”

Sirius nodded, “One- One more thing. This may sound stupid but, teach her French?”

“Teach her French? Why?”

“It’s how I used to talk to her before seventh year started. I want her to know how to speak it. French was something I enjoyed learning, something that kept me sane at our horror house.” Regulus confessed, “I want her to learn it.”

“If it means that much to you, Reggie.” Sirius replied, and Regulus nodded, “It does.”

“Then Y/n will learn French, after English.”

“Good.”

Regulus began walking out the door when he felt arms around him from behind and a head in the crook of his neck, “Come back alive, okay?”

“I’m gonna try, Siri.”

He never came back alive. Regulus walked toward the entrance of that cave, knowing that today he was going to die. In the start, this was for Regulus to right his wrongs. Now it’s for his daughter. If anything, Y/n deserved a happy, exciting life. Not one of pain and suffering like Regulus had.

The Daily Prophet the next day said everything it needed to, “REGULUS BLACK DECLARED DEAD.” This was it. Regulus had inevitably left his daughter and got himself killed. Sirius cried - sobbed - for his little brother who had a child. He wept for his niece, who would grow up not knowing her father.

Ten years later, Y/n was getting ready for her first year at Hogwarts. Sirius had introduced baby Harry with one-year-old Y/n at the time where they became best friends. Harry was gravely disappointed at his best friend leaving but excited that he’d see her the following year.

In the bathroom, Y/n was sitting in front of the mirror with Sirius behind her. Sirius was brushing her hair, not because she couldn’t do it but because Sirius didn’t really want to let her go. After setting the brush on the counter, he placed his hands on her shoulders, looking at her in the mirror. She looked so much like him. His hands twirled through her h/c hair.

“You look like your father.”

Y/n’s eyes widened, “I- I do?”

“You do.”

“I don’t remember much from him.” Y/n stated, “I remember him calling me précieux, vaguely, which I know now is precious.”

Sirius chuckled, “He also made me teach you, French. It was one of his wishes before he- you know.”

“Why?”

“Learning French is a pure-blood thing. Regulus said it kept him sane.” Sirius answered, “I honored that even if I hated that language.”

It was silent for a while, “You know, sometimes when you’re angry, you just start ranting in French?”

“I don’t!”

Sirius laughed, “You do. You definitely do, amour.”

Y/n giggled, and Sirius began tickling her sides. Her laughter and smile were contagious, just like how Regulus’ was. Regulus had such an infectious laugh and beautiful smile. Sirius was almost glad Y/n inherited it. After tickling her, she melted into Sirius’ embrace, hugging him tightly.

“Je t'aime, oncle Sirius.”

“Je t'aime aussi, amour.”

It was a system Sirius had created with her instead of saying, “Toujours Pur,” like his mother had made him and Regulus say. Y/n is what made him love French again. The way she swore in the language unintentionally. How she’d say the language like a native, just like her father. It meant everything to him.

Years later. Y/n was in fifth year, and the Triwizard tournament members had just been called. Viktor Krum was called first. Then Fleur Delacour. Then Cedric Diggory. That was meant to be the finality, but nonetheless, Harry Potter’s name got called. As all the members walked into a room away from the Great Hall, Dumbledore began speaking to the worried children.

One sentence stood out to Y/n particularly, “Help will always be given at Hogwarts for those who deserve it.”

It brought so much rage in her that she couldn’t help but speak, “That’s bullshit!”

Everyone stared with jaws slack, “My father deserved help! Hell, he needed to be saved, and here because of your bullshit, he died! My father is gone because of you and your shitty manipulative ways!”

“He may have been a death eater, but it wasn’t what he wanted. Godric, he needed saving! His own brother turned on him. So fuck you and fuck your stupid sayings. Because you aren’t a saint, and I don’t have to fall to your knees like a worthless soldier.”

Dumbledore was astonished by her attitude as she began leaving the Great Hall, “That's one hundred points from Gryffindor, Ms.Black!” McGonagall yelled.

“Pardonnez mon français, mais je m'en fous.” Y/n yelled as she flicked off everyone in the room.

Before she left, she turned around and faced everyone, “If anyone- and I mean anyone, touches, talks badly, or even remotely glares at Harry Potter, so help me, I won’t hesitate to hex you.”

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lemon-boy-stan · 3 years ago

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“EXPELLIARMUS”

summary: snape attempts to harm y/n and remus looses his temper. genre: fluff, bit of angst if you squint. a/n: this is my first marauder's fic so i hope it’s ok. warnings: none, slight bullying (marauders bullying snape), lily’s a bitch

You rolled your eyes, giggling softly as your brother and his friends dragged you along with them. “James, leave Snivellous alone!” you shook your head, trying not to grin.

Your brother and Sirius laughed as Remus shook his, too, “the fact that you’ve called him Snivellous just shows all of us that you have no intention of leaving him alone whatsoever. You know, one of these days, we’re going to get caught, and the five of us are going to be put into detention.”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed, “geez, Moony. You’re such a goody-two-shoes. Learn to have some fun once in a while!” Remus shook his head in a mimicking sort of way before smiling and pulling you close to him, kissing your cheek softly. “Yeah,” he agreed, “but I’m your goody-two-shoes.” you giggled softly at his words.

Sirius rolled his eyes, “Get a room.” and you glared at him, pouting with your bottom lip before locking arms with Remus. You walked in silence for a while until you spoke up again. “James!” your eyes lit up as you made your way to your brother, “take Snivellous’s pants off.” James grinned, laughing loudly. “Good one.”

Peter Pettigrew wore a ghastly expression: “why would you want James to take Snape’s pants off? Why would James want to take his pants off? Isn’t that unhygienic?”

Now it was Remus who rolled his eyes, “seriously, Wormtail? Y/N’s right. You really are thick. James isn’t going to take Snivellous’s pants off with his hands, he’s going to use a spell.”

Peter shrank mousily as the others laughed, “oh, okay. What kind of spell?” you rolled your eyes, sighing loudly. Remus and Sirius grinned at your reaction. James thought for a moment, watching Snape walk through the corridor.

“Something big and loud,” your brother finally decided, “something like... Bombarda!”

“James!” you shrieked his name loudly, shoving your fingers in your ears as a loud bang sounded throughout the hallway. You turned to your brother and glared furiously, “a little warning, next time?”

But James didn’t appear to be listening. He was too busy laughing at Snape, who looked confused as to why his pants had fallen off. “Damn, Snivellous, can’t you keep your gas down? It’s so loud that your trousers have fallen off!”

James laughed at his own joke. You grinned and shook your head, turning to your brother: “I think Snivelley’s had a bit of an accident. Augumenti!”

A blast of water shot out from the tip of your wand and dripped down Snape’s robes. You grinned again as your friends laughed, but it seemed that the water had only made Snape angrier.

Snape took out his own wand, brandishing it violently. “Expelliarmus!” a red bolt of light flew towards you, but your wand didn’t move - you did, stumbling backwards onto the cold marble floors.

Someone yelled loudly through the corridor, “Incendi -” and as you looked up, you saw, to your horror: it was not James or Sirius who was casting the spell, but your boyfriend, Remus, who despised conflict.

“Remus!” your eyes widened as you scrambled out of Sirius’s grasp, “Remmy, don’t.” Remus turned to you and glared, his chocolate eyes a dark brown; you could see the rage swimming in them.

“Come off it, Y/N,” he hissed the words dangerously, “I’m gonna kill him whether you like it or not. He hurt you.” you turned around for help, but James and Sirius were speechless. Even Wormtail had run out of things to say. Remus turned back towards Snape, "Incen -"

"Leave him alone! Protego!" a dome-like shield flew at Remus, blocking the fire from his wand, causing the five of you to turn around.

"James," you glared at your older brother, "collect your girlfriend. Tell her it's none of her business." even though James glared at the girlfriend part, he opened his mouth anyway, but Lily beat him to it.

"James isn't my boyfriend," every word she spoke was clipped, "he's a prat. And you're just a bully. Like brother, like sister."

You tried not to grit your teeth as you spoke. "Maybe," you agreed, nodding your head, "but at least I have friends, unlike you." you could feel the warmth of the boys behind you, like they were creating a protective wall around you; you could even feel Sirius's glare.

Lily's smile turned into a nasty smirk as she cocked her head, "do you really think that they're your friends? Why would they want to be friends with you? You're just his sister. You're nothing."

You felt like you could crumble, and as you bit the inside of your cheek, you felt the protective wall moving. Then you realised that it was your friends who had moved, who were trying to hold Remus back.

Then Lily walked around the five of you, and bent down to help Snape up, but Snape flung her hand away: "don't put your filthy Mudblood hands on me, Evans." and James let go of Remus, charging Snape, but Lily was one second faster.

"Augumenti!" another blast of water shot at Snape, this time flowing down over his head. Satisfied, Lily smiled before walking off, holding her head high.

You scowled as she left, kicking Snape's pants and belt to the side before sneering loudly, "fancied a bit of a shower, did you, Snivellous?" the boys laughed.

Then you took Remus's arm, burying your head into his robes. Remus pressed his lips on your head softly, "are you okay?" and you exhaled shakily, nodding. "I'm fine." you broke out of the hug, gripping his hand instead, his warmth calming you down, making you feel safe.

You grinned and spoke up, walking in front of the others. "Come on," you turned your head back to James, Sirius and Peter, "we can't let McGonnagall have six late students, can we?" and smiled as the boys laughed, following behind you.

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katzkinder · 2 years ago

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Favorite new activity: imagining the Servamps doing mundane public tasks

Lawless in a McDonald’s uniform is probably canon but also delightfully bizarre

Or poor Jeje trying to go up and down stairs easily when he’s that goddamn tall

Ildio wandering around a grocery store squinting at a list Nicco gave him, this big, tatted up buff guy who doesn’t have volume control asking a clerk where he can find x

Freya sitting at a bus stop waiting for her ride and she looks so pissed but really she’s worried about whether it’s going to rain or not

Do you think Lily gets spam or scam calls. Rolling his eyes at the robotic voice on the other end and hitting end call, frustrated with how often he gets them

Idk why but imagining this kind of thing brings me so much joy and I suppose it’s because it’s so human. They’re immortal vampires but they’re really not cool and mysterious at all. They fumble through daily life to the best of their ability, they get annoyed by the same inconveniences we do, Lawless has definitely had someone throw a drink back at him or cursed a difficult customer who didn’t leave a tip, they fuss about the weather and have their graceless moments that make them want to die from sheer embarrassment.

They feel human.

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sunflowerdaisybee · 3 years ago

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Can I ask for a p!bench trio x male reader . I magine this takes place during the meet up. So, they get asked a question during stream!, and the question is "who's house do you guys like the most" and all three boys say readers name at the same time. And chat asks why. Then they said that they would show them. So, they turn off stream and stuff. They go to readers house, and stream again, then do a backyard reveal. So, the backyard has a pond with lili pads, frogs, koi fish in it. He has a hammock. And his yard is filled with little flowers. He has a beautiful garden with white and red roses with mushroom and fairy decorations.

I'm what happens next, but yeah!!!

I wish I had a backyard like this, also no frogs were harmed in the writing of this <3 this was super cute tho, I really liked this one :]

Summary: Fans find out why your house is so cool

Pairing: P!Bench Trio X Reader

Pronouns: He/him

[A/n]: Requests are open <3

“Ok next question, whose house do you guys like the most? Easy, (Y/n).”

“Yeah definitely (Y/n), I could live in their backyard.”

“Their hammock is so comfy, you really could live there.” Chat now wanted to know what your backyard looked like, dying to know what the appeal was.

“You wanna see his backyard? We could probably go over and show you guys.”

“Is he even home?”

“I’ll call.” Tubbo picked up his phone and called you, putting you on speaker.

“Hey, are you home?”

“Yeah, just me and the fish. What’s up?”

“We’re coming over because chat wants to see your yard. Be there soon!” Tubbo hung up before you could respond, smiling innocently at the camera.

“Alright you heard him, we’ll see you at (Y/n)‘a house.” The stream was then ended but they would be starting it up again once they reached your home.

You didn’t live far from Tubbo, whose house they were currently at, so they all opted to walk over, taking shortcuts whenever possible.

You greeted the trio at the front of your house, letting them in and bringing them right out to your backyard. They quickly set up everything they would need for the stream, which wasn’t much.

“Alright guys, here we are. (Y/n)‘s house!” Tommy took the camera and walked around the yard, showing off every small detail.

“Over here is his koi pond with all his fish, I don’t know how well you can see but that one there, I named it.”

“I caught a frog!” Tubbo brought his hands up the lens, opening them just enough to see the small critter inside.

“Put him down Tubbo, I tell you this every time.” Tommy moved away from the pond, leaving you to wrestle Tubbo for your frog.

“Over here is what I call a fairy garden, not sure what he calls it. I mean look at it, it looks like a fairy garden.” Tommy pointed out all the little decorations placed neatly around the flowerbed, the red and white flowers complimenting them very well.

“These are flowers that he grows himself, the rest of the flowers are just random wildflowers he’s got growing back here. I’ve told him to cut them but he likes them so whatever.” Tommy, finished showing off the flowers, moved over towards your hammock.

The hammock was huge and could easily fit a couple people. It was strung between two beautiful trees and, of course, Ranboo was laying in your hammock.

He would often lay in it and try to claim it all for himself, only for someone else to crawl into it with him or rip him out of it.

“Ranboo move, I’m trying to show chat the hammock.”

“Mmm no.” Tommy tipped the hammock, not enough to dump Ranboo out but enough to spook him.

Ranboo eventually got up, heading over to Tubbo, who was still holding your frog captive.

“See why his place is our favorite, how could you not wanna spend forever here?” Tommy laughed as he pointed to the camera over towards you, who was trying to pry open Tubbo’s hands.

“He’s got one of the frogs still, wonder which one it is.” Tommy walked over to the three of you, watching as you struggled to free your frog.

“Which one does he have?”

“I nabbed Sock. (Y/n) wants me to put him down but if I do I’ll never be able to catch him again!”

“Good! He’s an animal not a hand warmer!”

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letterstotheflre · 3 years ago

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i'd beg you on my knees

summary: you loved sirius's fingers, but there's something you craved more.

warnings: oral sex (male receiver), daddy kink, a bit of religious imagery (you know how it is), a bit of spitting, mentions of throat training and finger sucking, i think that's it?

word count: 2.5k

a/n: as a celebration for passing my chemistry final and 300 followers, here is the second part to the sirius corrupting you series :)

ps: i know those look like feminine hands, but pretend they are sirius’s okay i spent 2 hours looking for something to use and that’s the best i got

you couldn’t stop staring at his hands.

you had always loved them. they were big, always completely encasing your smaller ones, and full of rings, some of which you made yourself. the skin on his palm and finger pads was a bit rough, a consequence of years of holding a bat to hit the bludgers away from his teammates. but there was still a slight delicate appearance to them, courtesy of the black family genes which, despite years of slight inbreeding, somehow still managed to make some of the most attractive people in the wizarding world.

you loved the way they felt against the small of your back or your waist, always letting some warmth seep through the fabric of your clothes. you loved the way they cupped your cheeks before he leant down to kiss you, slightly squishing your cheeks and puckering your lips for him. but ever since that afternoon a few days ago, you adored the way they felt in your mouth.

you tried to be subtle, you really did, but it was impossible to stop staring at them. you couldn’t forget the weight of his fingers on your tongue nor the way they hit the back of your throat. the feeling of having them in your mouth brought a strange sense of comfort to you, it was like having a piece of him always inside you.

and sirius noticed. of course he did, you were one of the only things he deemed important enough to pay attention to, followed by the phases of the moon and any updates on the 5-year plan james had made to woo lily evans. and because he liked seeing your glazed over eyes and heating cheeks when he caught you staring, he started to show them off on purpose.

he started to talk with more hand movements, followed by always playing with any stray hairs around your face. he started to use his thumb to play with your bottom lip before kissing you, almost giving you what you wanted but then taking it away from you.

he caved in when he saw how truly needy you were for them. the teary eyes and little whines you made every time he pulled them away from your mouth were almost enough to make him hard, so he allowed you to suck on them every now and then. he watched attentively as you slightly hollowed your cheeks when he used both his pointer and middle fingers, sometimes trying to get as much of them inside you as possible.

so he started to push your limits, drawing circles against the back of your tongue before he pushed them further, not warning you before they entered your cavity, yearning to hear what other pretty sounds you could do besides moaning and whining. you had gagged violently the first time he did it, and you looked at him confused at the sudden intrusion, “remember the first time you sucked on them? remember what you wanted them to be?” you nodded slowly, embarrassed that he could recall how much you wanted other parts of him inside you. “I gotta stretch your little throat, bunny. gotta get you all ready for my cock.”

and that was that. the following days were spent with you either on his lap or on your knees in front of him, long and thick fingers prodding the back of your throat constantly until it only took you less than five minutes to get used to the feeling of something residing in it. sirius never let up, even if you had some tears in your eyes caused by the intrusion, always giving you new learning material: breath through your nose, relax your throat, open your mouth wide. his instructions ran through your brain every day, an urgent need to remember them controlling your thoughts.

and that’s how you were now, on your knees in front of him like a repentant while sirius sat on the edge of the mattress, mouth wide open as you waited eagerly for his fingers. you watched, intrigued, as his mandible moved around almost like he was collecting something. your unvoiced question was answered when his face came close to yours, his hand tangling itself in your hair to tilt it upwards, and then his spit was dribbling onto your pink tongue.

the sight of him spitting into your mouth sent a thrum of pleasure to your core. “swallow,” he said, leaving no room for disobedience. You followed his command, letting it fall down your throat as if it were your forbidden fruit, and once you opened your mouth again his fingers went in, immediately pressing on your tongue. you swirled your tongue around them, covering them in your saliva before he started to push them further. you only gagged a little, the previous lessons having already prepared you.

he let you suck on them a bit longer before removing them, watching as your hands scrambled to his wrist to keep them close. he shook his head, chuckling in amusement, “you needy thing.” he patted your head, “I think you are ready for my cock, angel, do you want it?”

you opened your eyes wide, looking like a kid in a candy shop. “yes, please!” your voice was a bit hoarse, “wanna make you feel good like you made me feel the other day, siri.” the smirk he wore on his lips when he heard your eager ‘yes’ fell into an honest smile, “oh I bet you’ll make me feel better than that, bunny.”

you watched from your position on the hardwood floor as he rose to his feet, unbuckling his belt and pulling the zipper down. he let his jeans fall to the floor, now only clad in his underwear that would soon meet the same fate and you wiggled, eager to finally see him. once he was completely naked he sat back on the bed, spreading his legs so you could kneel comfortably between them. he was already a bit hard, courtesy of the image of you suckling on his fingers so needily, but he still needed a little push before he was ready for you.

you were entranced by him, this being the first time you ever saw someone other than yourself completely naked. he wasn’t wearing a shirt, and you could see the slight ripples of muscle on his abdomen and the stray tattoos that adorned his skin here and there. he had a few scars, some of them caused by his parents' punishments and others from a few accidents during the full moon, but he was still absolutely beautiful.

and then your eyes fell lower, down the happy trail of hair that led to what you had been craving since that fateful tuesday afternoon. it was big, even though you had never seen another cock you couldn’t deny its length. there was a vein on one side that stood out a bit, and the tip was a bit red and something shiny was coating it. “can I please touch it, daddy?” you asked sweetly, wanting to remain on his good side.

the name had accidentally left your mouth a few days ago when you were suckling on his fingers. you were just so needy, so desperate for their weight on your tongue that your mind had started to feel fuzzy, and the nickname just slipped out.

your cheeks had resembled the heat of a fire, still sober enough to realize your mistake but when you saw the way his eyes had darkened and his grip on your waist tightened, you repeated it. he had cursed, voice low as his other hand cupped your cheek. “you want daddy’s fingers, hm?” he questioned, forcing you to tell him with your words what you wanted when you merely nodded. and that was a new lesson, ask for what you want and you were to only refer to him as daddy in private.

“go on, angel,” he said with a nod of his head. slowly, you moved one hand closer, still a bit hesitant with your movements. though eager to learn, you were still scared of doing something wrong and stop being his good girl as he had called you multiple times while he watched as you touched yourself for him. he would sit in a chair in front of the bed as he told you what to do and when to cum, and the rush of power he felt was extraordinary.

one finger traced the vein, the soft touch making sirius twitch. the skin was warm and actually pretty smooth, with a couple of ridges here and there. gently, you closed your hand around the base and moved it up and down, and sirius groaned. the soft touch drove him insane, your palm barely gripping him, “close your hand a bit more, puppy,” he instructed. you gripped him more tightly, “it won’t hurt you?” you asked.

sirius just smiled at your thoughtfulness, “no, baby, it’ll feel really good. just don’t add too much pressure as you did with your nipples the other day,” he slightly taunted. you blushed at his teasing, “didn’t mean to do that, daddy,” you grumbled and unknowingly thumbed at the slit of the tip, making him moan in pleasure. the sound was so heavenly in your ears that you did it again and again until one of his hands gripped your hair so you looked up at him.

“you’re teasing me now, bunny?” he said harshly, “that’s not how it works and you know it. d’ya want me to stop you from cumming again like I did yesterday?”

you shook your head quickly, or as much as you could with the grip on your hair, “no no, m’sorry, daddy, didn’t mean to.” but he just chuckled, an empty sound that wasn’t as nice as his previous moans. “oh, you didn’t mean to! like you didn’t mean to tug on your nipples. like you didn’t mean to wear that tiny skirt the other day. like you didn’t mean to cum without my permission three days ago.” he started to list all of your accidents, “is there anything you do mean, angel?” he asked harshly.

your lips slightly quivered at his tone, ashamed at making him angry when all you wanted was to please him. “I want to make you feel good, daddy! m’sorry, I promise I’ll be better. I’ll be your best girl.” you tried to convince him, and you really did mean it. all you wanted was to be good for him.

“well, then put my cock in your mouth and show me y’can be good.” with that, he moved your head closer towards him, and then slackened his grip. you looked at him while giving the tip a little kiss, then using your tongue to collect the pearly white liquid that had collected there. it tasted a bit funny, saltier than you remembered your own cum to taste, but it wasn’t necessarily bad. then, using the flat of your tongue, you moved along the length, using one hand to keep it straight.

sirius was biting his lip as he watched you, his little angel on her pretty knees about to suck him for the first time. after a few more teasing licks, you finally took him into your mouth, and the moan that escaped sirius was incredibly sinful. your mouth was so warm and so wet that the only other place sirius could ever possibly want to be in was your pussy.

you swirled your tongue around the bit that was inside your cavity, your hand still stimulating what you couldn’t fit yet. he was big, too big for your mouth, but you wanted to fit all of him inside, so you took a deep breath through your nose and tried to relax both your mandible and your throat before taking him deeper. you pushed as far as you could, staying there for a couple of seconds before pulling apart, heaving another deep breath before repeating your actions. you gagged and choked at the progressive obstruction, yet you pushed through it, but it sounded so good in sirius’s ears that he thought about just pushing your head down without warning.

sirius threw his head back with a groan when you started to hollow your cheeks, “fuck, angel, you’re so good, taking me so well.” he praised, and it made you shiver in pleasure, the meaning of his words accompanied by his gruff voice a perfect melody. you raised your eyes to look at him. he looked beautiful like this: head thrown back, lips red from biting them, completely exposed for you and one hand gripping the sheets while the other grabbed your head.

you pulled away with a pop, “y’look so pretty, daddy,” you complimented him, and it made the tension in his stomach tighten significantly. it was such an innocent compliment in a completely unholy scenario that he couldn’t help but twitch in your hand. you had just wrapped your lips around him again when he said, “not as pretty as you with m’cock down your throat,” and it made you giggle around him as you shied a bit at his words. the vibrations of your little laugh could’ve sent him over the edge, “shit—” he cursed.

you took him deeper than ever before, your throat now used to the intrusion and barely even gagging. sirius started to raise his hips, almost face fucking you but he held back some of the strength in his thrusts. you kept your eyes on him, and fuck you looked so good with your mouth full and those watery eyes and flushed skin that after a few more thrusts he pulled you away.

you whimpered, not understanding why he stopped your movements. there was still a string of saliva that connected your mouth to him, and he sped up his hand movements as he looked at your sinful image. “daddy,” you groused, tongue out so he could put it back in.

“fuck, angel, m’gonna cum,” he moaned, “n’ I’m gonna paint your little face, d’you want that?” he asked, slightly panting through his exertion. but you shook your head, “m’mouth, want to taste you,” and that did it for him. he cursed and moaned, all at the same time, as that wave of pleasure swallowed him whole. white spurts fell on your tongue, a few others coating your cheeks, and he looked so sinful while working through his orgasm that you had to clench your thighs together.

once he was fully spent, he watched as you eagerly swallowed what he gave you, showing him there was nothing left. his hands went to your cheeks, cleaning his cum from your face and forcing you to clean them, too. it was so dirty that he felt proud of what he made of you, his cock twitching once more before softening.

“was I good, daddy?” you asked him with a slightly raspy voice. you were looking up at him as if he were your god, his opinion of the highest importance to you. he smiled proudly, his fingers now playing with the chain that had a little ‘s’ that rested just between your collarbones. “the best, angel.”

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countryclubstarkey · 3 years ago

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SOMETHING TO REMEMBER - Sirius Black Smut

Pairings: Sirius Black x Virgin Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, first time, fingering, making out and more

Word Count: 2k+

*Not my Gif

The marauders were quite famous at Hogwarts, known for their pranking and good looks; the group of boys had everyone looking at them at all times. Some people looked at them with hatred, such as Severus Snape and others worshipped the ground they walked on.

You had neutral feelings about them as long as they didn’t mess with you, you were fine with whatever chaos they were causing, plus their good looks and charm were always a nice thing to be around.

Today, the group of boys decided to turn all the Slytherin uniforms Gryffindor red, causing most of them to be in a foul mood. You found it particularly funny, especially when you saw Lucius Malfoy with his platinum hair in the uniform.

Late afternoon on Friday, you were all sitting in potions listening to Slughorn ramble about random topics that he found interesting when suddenly a student knocked on the door.

“Professor Slughorn, Professor McGonagall needs you for something important,” a random second-year student told him. “I’ll be back soon everyone, please read page 300 in the meantime.”

Nobody truly listened to him; instead, everyone turned to their friends.

Feeling a sudden warmth around your ear and you turned to see Sirius Black closing in and leaning towards you. You and Sirius had a strange relationship; he would flirt with you at any chance he could just to see you blush, and to be honest, you didn’t mind the attention.

“So you coming to my party tonight?” he whispered gently in your ear. Your body covered with chills because of how close he was.

“I don’t think so; I have a lot to study.”

A pouty expression made its way on his face, “cmon it’s my birthday; it would mean a lot to the birthday boy.”

Before you could reply, Professor Slughorn made his way back into the room and began his lesson again with just a few minutes left of class. As you were heading back to your dorm room after, a loud booming sound echoed throughout the hall calling your name, “Y/N, wait up.”

Sirius was rushing across the hall trying to reach you, “you never said yes, you know,” the fit boy told you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders to guide you to your dorm.

“Fine, I’ll come for a little bit, and that’s only because I want to talk to Remus about this new book that came out last month,” you mentioned.

Little chuckles escaped his lips as he found your slight obsession with books adorable, but he would never mention that to you at least not right now. “We both know you’re coming for me, darling, save me dance,” Sirius said while walking away, causing you to let out a deep sigh because of how he was making you feel.

Meanwhile, when you got back to your dorm, you decided to pick what to wear to the party and got ready since you only had a little bit of time before it became dark. Whenever any of the marauders threw a party, they tended to get a little wild and out of control so you had to prepare yourself for that.

When nighttime finally hit, you met up with Lily, Alice, Marlene and Mary to head to the party together. Glowing lights brightly lit the Gryffindor common room, the smell of alcohol and weed flowing through the air and the music was loudly played throughout the room. No doubt the music choice were all Sirius’s favourite muggle songs.

You saw the birthday boy and James singing along to whatever song they could their hands on while dancing on the tables already out of their minds. Remus and Peter were trying to get them down before they injured themselves but they were having trouble standing up themselves.

“Guess we have to catch up,” Marlene grinned and dragged all of you to the table that offered the fire whiskey. After several shots, you were finally relaxed and in a similar mindset as the boys. As time went on, you danced and took even more shots with everyone at the party, including Remus, who decided to let loose tonight. Everyone was having the time of their lives, nobody thought about what was going on outside of Hogwarts, but only the party in the Gryffindor common room.

Around 3 a.m, people started heading back to their rooms, and only you, Lily, Marlene, Mary, Alice, Frank and the marauders were left sitting on the couches.

“Let’s play spin the bottle,” Mary suddenly brought up and pulled everyone in a circle. Mary decided to spin the bottle first, and it landed on Marlene; the two girls didn’t hesitate and shared a sweet but intimate kiss.

“That was too easy for you guys,” Remus blurted out, suddenly feeling the effects of the alcohol. The girls shrugged while giggling as Marlene spun the bottle and it landed on James. James gave her a quick peck out of respect for Lily.

Next, James spun the bottle, and it landed on Sirius Black.

“No, Padfoot, cmon not again,” James groaned out, not interested in kissing his best mate. Curiously, Alice said, “what do you mean not again?”

Sirius winked, “That’s a story for another time; let’s go prongs, pucker up.” James and Sirius leaned in and gave each other a quick kiss before wiping it off as soon as they finished. The whole group erupted into laughter over the discomfort they saw in the two.

As the laugher started to die down, you began to grow nervous as you noticed it was Sirius’s turn to spin the bottle, and just because of your luck, the bottle landed on you.

Sirius moved towards you, “May I?” You nodded your head at him as you both gradually leaned in and connected your lips. Sirius could feel how nervous you were, so he allowed you to make the next move without pushing you any further.

You deepened the kiss when you felt at ease and could taste cigarettes, fire whiskey and a hint of honey lingering on his lips.

Sirius raised his hand to caress the soft skin of your jaw as he slipped his tongue slowly past your lips, trying to savour this moment as much as he could. Both of you didn’t realize the others were still there until you heard someone clear their throat. Sirius sighed against your lips before giving you one last peck and pulling away to look at your friends again.

The awkward moment passed as time went on, and one by one, everyone went to bed until it was only you and Sirius.

“You know this wasn’t a one-time thing; I really wanted to kiss you, love. I’ve actually liked you for a while now,” Sirius broke the silence and grabbed your hand.

You smiled at him, returning his actions, “I wanted to kiss you too Sirius.” A big grin made its way across his face as he grabbed your waist and pulled you into his lap.

This time you closed the distance between the two of you as your hands grasped his precious locks. The kiss got deeper and more intense with time. You pulled away to steady your breathing as Sirius attached his lips to your jaw, nipping at the skin. Sirius loved the way your skin felt on his lips as he left kisses all across your neck and jaw.

“We should stop before we do something you might regret,” Sirius tried pulling away, but you captured his face and brought him back into the kiss.

In a soothing tone, “I’m not going to regret doing anything with you because I have feelings for you too, I’m sure Sirius,” you told him. Suddenly, Sirius stood up with you wrapped around his body as he headed towards the door of the common room.

“Where are we going,” you whispered, trying to keep your voice as quiet as possible. “Somewhere that’s going to give us a little more privacy.”

A door appeared out of nowhere on one of the walls allowing Sirius to step in. It was a replica of the Gryffindor common room except a king-sized bed in the middle. He settled you on the bed as he began kissing down your body, not leaving an inch uncovered.

You helped him unbutton your shirt as he started to kiss your exposed breasts, leaving love bites that you’ll cherish in the morning. “Siri-us,” your moans filled the room as you pulled his hair from the pleasure.

“Fuck, I love your tits,” his words made you blush as you tried to hide your face in your arms, but he didn’t give you the chance to do so. He took off your shirt and bra as he began palming and teasing your nipples, causing chills to gather around your body. You tried to take his shirt off, but his actions stopped you midway. One hand continued to caress your tits, but his other hand started to rub you through your panties, trying to gather your arousal.

“Darling, are you trying to kill me,” he groaned out. Sirius took your panties off but kept your skirt on as he began rubbing your bare cunt.

“We can stop anytime, you know, are you sure you want me to continue,” he asked you one last time. You nodded your head furiously at him trying to get him to continue, “I need words Y/N.”

“Yes, please,” you told him as he entered one finger through your folds and teased your clit with his thumb. Feeling your body clench hard around him as you tried to adjust to the new feeling. Once your body relaxed; he sped up his movements and added another finger.

You felt a foreign feeling on your clit, as something wet started licking at it. Sirius’s head was between your legs as his tongue worked on your clit and his fingers in your pussy. The new action created a different feeling, a good difference. “Plea-se, don’t stop. I’m going to cu-,” you panted as you felt your stomach twist and clench.

“Let go for me,” Sirius groaned out as he felt you release on his tongue and fingers. He helped you calm down after your orgasm by rubbing your thighs whispering praises throughout the entire process. When your eyes opened, Sirius was leaning over and looking at you with lust and love in his eyes. You felt his bulge rubbing against your body as he began peppering kisses on your face.

You both helped him out of his clothes so that he was left bare. His cock stood proudly as the red tip was oozing already with pre-cum and the rest throbbing. He switched your positions so that he was laying underneath you now as you sat in his lap in nothing but your skirt from earlier tonight, quickly; he casted a contraception spell.

His hands rubbed down his cock to get it ready for your next move.

“Ready?” the raven-haired boy asked. His thumbs rubbing circles around your hips, reassuring you if you had any regret you can back out now.

You nodded and braced yourself before slowly lowering yourself on his cock. Your breathing increased as he stretched you out, the pain increased as you went down inch by inch, his face scrunched up in pain and pleasure as he wanted nothing more than to thrust fully into you.

“Love, it’ll feel a lot better if you relaxed,” he told you, trying to make this pleasurable for you both when he saw the tears welling in your eyes.

You controlled your breathing as you felt your muscles loosen and the pain became more bearable. He felt you relax around him as it became more pleasurable rather than painful. Sirius gently thrusted trying to see your reactions at a slow pace; with a nod and brief bounce, his thrusts got quicker.

Pleasurable moans left your lips as his cock hit spots that you weren’t familiar with; you began returning his thrusts and tried to control the movements yourself when you felt more comfortable. Nails started dragging down his chest when Sirius angled his hips differently, causing him to aim at your g-spot.

“Darling, you feel so nice and tight,” he groaned out, trying to last a little longer but your pussy preventing it. He dragged your body towards his own and began rapidly thrusting, causing the room to be filled with your loud moans. His lips connected to your neck, breasts and anything else that he could find. He saw your mouth fall open when his finger made contact with your clit as he rubbed a figure-eight motion helping you reach climax.

“I’-m close,” you groaned in his ear as your body began shaking and the tight feeling made its way back in your stomach. Sirius didn’t stop when he felt you cum all over his cock, he continued working you through your orgasm while trying to reach his at the same time.

“Sh-it” he exclaimed as he released his cum. You felt his cum mix with yours as it dripped out leaking onto your thighs and the bed.

Once both of you came down from your high, you slowly got off Sirius to lay down beside him cuddling into his warm body. The only sounds in the empty room were your heavy breathing and the light rain that was hitting the windows. The air began to feel cooler as you snuggled deeper into Sirius, burying your head in his chest.

“How was that for you,” his beautiful voice genuinely asked you.

In a calm tone, “Something worth remembering” you told him as your eyes started to flutter away.

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reds-ramblings · 2 years ago

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This is part 2 to the ask/prompts sent by @pattimay23. I'm sure this is not even close to what you had in mind and I think I may have gone a little too far with this one. When I read this prompt I wanted to go a little more in-depth than just Hannah finding out who Jake is. This is Hannah's POV of being rescued and what she faced in the days shortly after. Writing in Hannah's POV as well as the whole concept of this was a little weird for me. There were multiple rewrites but I decided just to go with it. I hope you like it.

⚠️ Contain episode 10 spoilers.

Trigger Warning: mental health, mental health facilities, being sedated, and anxiety/panic attacks.

Skeletons

May 28th, 2022

Ironsplinter Mine

Grimrock Falls, Germany

I open my eyes and see Richy untying the ropes that are binding my arms. Am I dreaming, or are we finally free? I look around for the man without a face, but I don't see him anywhere. The splitting headache quickly makes me realize this is not a dream.

"Where did he go? We have to get out of here." I say to Richy.

"You're free to go, Hannah."

His choice of words confuses me, and why does he look so sad? I grab his hand and pull him towards the exit.

"Come on, Richy, we have to go before he gets back."

"No, it's too late for me." He says, confusing me even more. When he notices my confusion he closes his eyes and lets out a sigh. "Go on, Hannah. I'll be right behind you."

Reluctantly, I take his advice and make my way out of the makeshift room and into a tunnel. I see a faint light off in the distance and make my way towards it. I step around the corner and come face to face with Alan and his gun.

"My goodness, Ms. Donfort, are you alright?" Alan asks.

"Find Richy, please. Please." I beg him.

"We need to get you out first, then I'll come back for Richy. I promise." He says.

I nod and let him lead me out. We exit the mine, and a man approaches us wearing an FBI jacket.

"What is the FBI doing here?" Alan mumbles.

"Mr. Bloomgate we are taking over the crime scene. We received a tip that a wanted fugitive is within the mines." The man says.

Two other FBI agents walk over to help me to an awaiting ambulance. I hear an explosion and look over my shoulder to see the mine going up in flames. No, Richy! I try to run toward the mine the two men, grab me and stop me. Then everything fades to black.

***

June 1st, 2022 10:00 am

Rabenkliff psychiatric hospital

Colville, Germany

I open my eyes to the stream of sunlight shining in my window. I pull the sheets over my head to block out the light. How many days have I been here? Three? Four? More? The days have run together as I spend most of my time either unconscious or pretending to be. Every time I have an episode and start having flashbacks, they have to sedate me to calm me down. Thomas comes to visit often, and sometimes, he brings Cleo with him. Yesterday, Lily and Jessy came to visit, but I pretended to be asleep. I just can't face them after everything that I've done. It was a weird visit; they had someone else with them, MC. I think that's what they called her. They said she helped find me, and when we were alone, she told me my brother made it out, but they hadn't heard from him in a few days. Are the meds making me hallucinate? I'm not even sure of anything anymore, but I do know I don't know anyone named MC, and I definitely don't have a brother. Could she possibly be talking about Richy? I know we were close, but I wouldn't call him a brother. Didn't Thomas tell me he didn't make it out? Thomas also said Richy was acting as the man without a face, but that can't be true, can it? I can feel my panic starting to rise, and it becomes harder to breathe. I'm gasping for air, but it's as if no air can reach my lungs. I hear the door open, and I hear footsteps coming closer. No, not this again.

"Hannah, you're having another episode. I'm going to give you something to relax you." I hear a nurse say.

I try to protest, but before I can, everything fades to black.

***

June 1st, 2022 4:00 pm

I open my eyes again and notice the sun isn't as bright. How many hours did I sleep this time? I remember hearing voices in my sleep, and I believe it was Thomas and Lily again. They also had that other girl with them. They were saying something about a number, I think? How did I get her number? I don't even know her! Again, they mentioned something about my brother. "I don't have a brother!" I scream into the empty room. I'm the one who's crazy here? Is she just another skeleton from my past coming back to haunt me? There's nothing better to do, so I drift off back to sleep. This time willingly.

***

June 2nd, 2022 3:00 pm

I had therapy today. This time, I was almost made it through the whole session before they sedated me. It's an awful feeling to be a prisoner of your own mind, being held captive by the skeletons of your past. My therapist says everyone has skeletons, and over time, mine will be easier to deal with. I hope she's right. I'm laying in bed once again, pretending to be asleep. I can feel the presence of someone in the room with me, but I don't dare open my eyes to see who.

"Hannah, I really wish you would wake up. We don't have much time." says a man's voice.

Who is that? Why do I know that voice? Jake! I force my eyes open and stare directly into his eyes. The eyes of the person I used to be close to but haven't been in years.

"Hi." He says, smiling down at me.

"Jake?" Is he actually here, or is this another hallucination?

"Shhh." He presses a finger to his lips. "I don't want them to know I'm here."

"Why? Why did you come all this way to check on me?" I ask.

"Because." He takes a deep breath and holds it for a moment before letting it out. " I owe you the truth."

"The truth? What are you talking about?"

"The truth about why I stopped talking to you all those years ago." He says.

"Jake, it's been years that doesn't matter anymore."

"Hannah, the reason I stopped talking to you wasn't just because I didn't have the same feeling you did. It was because I could never have those feelings, and you shouldn't have either. I couldn't tell you that without explaining why. So I had to cut ties with you."

"What's the reason then?" I ask.

"I grew up, never knowing my father. Not long before I reached out to you the first time, I finally convinced my mom to tell me who he was. I found out I had two younger sisters and wanted to know what they were like. So I found you on the internet and befriended you."

"So you're my brother?"

"Yes, that's why when you expressed your feelings for me, I had to break off contact." He says while looking down to avoid eye contact.

"Why didn't you just tell me, Jake? I could have handled it."

"I didn't want to break up a happy family. I still had no intention of letting this secret out, but when you were kidnapped, Lily accused me and MC, so I had to tell her so she would trust me."

"So I really do have a brother!" I say to nobody in particular. "Wait, who is MC, though? People kept mentioning her, and she came to visit. Shell kept mentioning brother, but I didn't understand what she was talking about until now. Is she your girlfriend?"

"You don't know who MC is?" He seems shocked.

"No, should I?"

"You sent Thomas her number. We assumed she was an important part of the case. She helped us save you. If it hadn't been for her, who knows what would have happened to you."

"I didn't send Thomas her number."

"It came from your phone, 34987. That's what you sent before Richy deleted the message."

"That wasn't a contact number! That was a receipt number! I found a receipt when Amy was marked. I was hoping you could use it to find out who kidnapped me."

"You mean she was never even supposed to be a part of this? Her life was in danger for nothing?" Jake says seemingly upset.

"Wait, so you guys messaged a total stranger and brought her into this mess?" I ask, and he nods. "And she stuck around and helped you find me?" He nods again. "I guess I need to meet her and say thank you then."

"She's pretty amazing. I think you'll really like her." He says.

"I think I'll actually interact with her next time she's here," I tell him honestly. I'm looking forward to having visitors now.

"I need to go. You should be resting and focusing on getting better so you can get out of here."

"Thank you, Jake. This is the sanest I've felt since walking out of that mine." I tell him.

"You can tell Lily and MC I came to visit but only them." He says and walks toward the door.

"Wait, why only them?" I call after him. He turns and looks at me.

"That's a story for another time, sis, but you can have them explain if you want." He turns and walks out the door.

For the first time since being kidnapped, I have hope that things will get better.

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theweasleysredhair · 4 years ago

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If You Love Me Let Me Know [S.B.]

Character: Sirius Black

Word Count: 4050

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: Y/n decides she isn’t going to wait forever for Sirius to make a move... maybe he needs a nudge in the right direction. In which Sirius gets extremely jealous over the prospect of Y/n going on a date with someone other than himself.

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A/n: is this me... writing for sirius? oof it’s been a while, huh? anyways this was a fun lil fic, hope you enjoy!!

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“I just don’t understand how this could happen!” You wailed dramatically as you followed Lily into your potions class, “Why me? Why do bad things always happen to me? I just, I can’t deal with it anymore!”

Lily rolled her eyes good-naturedly at you as you fell gracefully across your shared desk, a hand over your heart as you mocked your heartache.

Your eyes were shut, a proven mistake as you heard your professor’s voice suddenly speak out in front of the class, “Miss Evans, could you please enlighten me with why Miss L/n is laying on the desk in such a fashion?”

You sat up on said desk, eyes wide now and mouth dropping open as you realised the students already in the room were staring at you.

“Someone ate the last piece of toast at breakfast, sir, and she’s being dramatic about it,” Lily replied monotonously as you scrambled to your assigned seat beside her.

“Well, Miss L/n, as much as we’re all devastated you missed out on your... toast... I would thank you to keep your eccentricities outside of my classroom, preferably far away from myself, do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal.”

The professor narrowed his eyes at you, and for a moment you wondered if he was going to take house points away, or give you detention - insolence, he usually told you off for. And speaking out of turn. Not particularly fair considering you didn’t think you’d said anything that bad half the time.

But then the professor’s attention - and much of the class’ - had moved to the group of Gryffindor boys who had ran into the room, out of breath.

They rushed to their seats, still laughing about something or other, ignoring the scolding of the professor, his requests for them to quieten down and take their seats falling on deaf ears.

Your eyes followed Sirius Black as he made his way to his desk - the one diagonally behind you - his long hair falling into his face, tie undone and shirt untucked, making your heart race as he shot a wink over at you when he noticed you looking.

Turning back down to your work, a smile growing on your face as you traced shapes on your parchment before you with the tip of your finger.

Sirius Black was both the bane of your existence and the love of your life. Dramatic? Perhaps. True? Most likely.

He was obnoxious, loud and extremely cocky. He also flirted with you - a lot. In fact, at a distant glance, you could be mistaken for dating, his arm constantly round your waist, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered sweet nothings to you.

It wasn’t a secret you fancied him. He knew, Lily knew - practically the whole school knew. However, he never moved to make things official, never asked you out nor mentioned any feelings, and after a year of that, you were beginning to think he just enjoyed your attention, rather than liking you the way you wanted him to.

The lesson began soon after the class quietened, the professor’s voice lulling you into almost falling asleep when suddenly you felt your hair moving around you, making you jolt up and flatten it back down. You frowned as you scanned around the room, your eyes landing on a cheekily grinning Sirius, and suddenly you understood.

“Stop,” You mouthed, still attempting to keep your hair from flying about around you, shaking your head at him.

He shrugged, as if he weren’t doing anything, an amused smile on his face at your constant attempts to keep hold of your hair.

As you turned back to your work, Lily nudged you and raised an eyebrow, shaking your head, “He’s trying to get my attention, I’m not sure what for though-“

“Mr Black!”

You jumped as the professor yelled out his name, eyes widening as you looked over at Sirius, who had a crumpled ball of parchment in his hands and appeared to be mid-throw, James laughing at him from beside him.

The professor grabbed the parchment and shoved it into his cloak pocket, before pointing at the dark haired boy, “10 points from Gryffindor for disrupting the class.”

“But-“

“And another 10 points for answering back,” the professor added on, his eyes darting around the class before landing on Lily, who was quietly continuing on with writing her notes, “Please change seats with Miss Evans - perhaps separating you from Mr Potter here will force you to concentrate on my class.”

Sirius’ eyes lit up as he realised he was moving to be sat next to you, “Not a problem at all, professor!”

Lily picked up her belongings and headed over to sit besides James, her seat quickly being taken by Sirius, who couldn’t help but grin as he caught your gaze.

The professor resumed his lesson, leaving Sirius free to lean over to look at your work, frowning as he saw all your notes, “As if you’re actually listening to that boring old fart.”

You rolled your eyes and pulled your parchment away from him, “Unlike you I want to pass my exams, even if he is a boring old fart.”

Sirius watched as you wrote, your eyebrows furrowing just a tad in concentration, gripping your quill as you moved elegantly across the page.

“Too bad you didn’t get the chance to read my note,” he spoke casually, watching the professor march up and down at the front of the class.

Curiosity got the better of you and you placed your quill down, “Why, what was on the parchment?”

He shrugged casually, shooting you a lazy grin as he leant back in his chair, “Might’ve been me asking you to come join me at the Black Lake later tonight.”

Your heart sped up and your breath caught in your throat as you turned to face him, bringing your bottom lip between your teeth. After a year of dragging it out, did he finally just ask you out?

“With you? Uh, sure,” you replied in what you hoped was a nonchalant way, hands nearly shaking as you picked your quill back up.

“Great! Should be good, Prongs is bringing Lily, and I’ve already asked Marlene and Dorcas...”

You didn’t hear the rest of his sentence as you felt your heart plummet at his words. You swallowed harshly, staring down at your parchment and willing yourself not to react.

He’d asked other girls too. Of course he wasn’t asking you out. He never was.

The end of the lesson finally arrived and you quickly grabbed your things, not bothering to say goodbye to Sirius, instead heading over to Lily, who linked you as you headed out of the classroom, leaving Sirius and his friends behind.

You were laughing at something she said when you heard your name being called from behind you.

You turned slowly, half expecting to find Sirius, however you instead were met with a rather attractive Ravenclaw - Zachary Bryant, if you recalled correctly - nervously biting his lip as he arrived just before you.

Lily squeezed your arm and whispered an “I’ll meet you in the library” before heading off down the hall, leaving you in the emptying hallway with the brunette boy.

“Zachary, right?”

“Yeah!” He nodded a tad too enthusiastically, almost in excitement over you knowing his name, and you smiled at him warmly.

“How can I help?” You asked with a small shrug.

Zachary opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, as if thinking what to say, as if he didn’t think he’d get this far, before finally speaking, “I was um... well, you’re really rather pretty, and of course smart and funny and- and I was wondering if maybe you’d like to... accompany me to Hogsmeade this weekend?”

He was extremely different to Sirius - a polar opposite in fact, shy, earnest, kind - but maybe that’s what you needed. If Sirius wasn’t going to ask you out any time soon, why not go on dates in the meantime? Zachary was sweet after all, and super cute with his curly dark brown hair and sincere smile.

“Sure!” You replied, making him breathe out in relief.

“That’s amazing! Thank you! I mean- I didn’t expect-“ Zachary stuttered, the tips of his ears turning red in embarrassment.

You laughed, enjoying how flustered he was getting, “Not at all, I’m looking forward to it!”

***

James slid into the chair beside Lily, pressing a kiss to her forehead before nodding over at you in greeting.

“Abandoned the rest of your entourage?” You asked with a grin and a raised eyebrow, wondering why the usual motley crew weren’t following behind him.

“Couldn’t find ‘em. And Padfoot has the map. Thought I’d find you two in here, so well, here I am,” he gestured to himself with a grin. To be fair, he was right - you and Lily could always be found in the library. Mostly because when you needed to get work done, the place was usually Marauder-free.

“Ahh, so you didn’t want to see me, you just couldn’t find your friends?” Lily asked with a smile, gently nudging him.

He threw an arm round her chair and nodded, “Yeah, that’s right, that.”

You shook your head at him, though couldn’t help but laugh at your best friend’s boyfriend.

“Did you set a day to go?” Lily asked, shaking her head at James and instead continuing your conversation from before he arrived.

“Well Zachary said he’d meet me outside the Great Hall on Saturday afternoon and we’re gonna go to The Three Broomsticks, have a nosy round some of the shops, maybe grab some food. Should be nice!” You grinned at her.

“Wait, you’re going on a date?” James raised an eyebrow, sitting up straighter in his chair and removing his arm from Lily’s in shock, “With Bryant?”

“Yes I am,” you nodded, clearing your throat and looking up at him, finding him narrowing his eyes at you, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Babe, you’re Padfoot’s girl, he kinda called dibs,” James shrugged as if it were no big deal, leaning back in his chair and kicking his feet up on the table. Lily nudged his legs, shaking her head at him and he reluctantly moved them back down again.

“What do you mean he ‘called dibs’? I’m a person not the last bloody chocolate biscuit!” You replied indignantly, crossing your arms over your chest and furrowing your eyebrows.

James widened his eyes a little, but continued with making his point. Besides adding the official labels, you and his best friend were... well you were together, right?

“He... well, he always says you’re his girl. Kinda made it extremely clear to the rest of the lads here. Or, well, most of them I guess, besides Whatshisface who’s asked you. You’re off limits to everyone else, unless they want a very angry Black to come after them,” he said it so casually, like it was common knowledge.

“Sirius Black, despite whatever he may have claimed, has never asked me out, nor made a move. As far as I’ve been made aware, he has no feelings towards me, none that he’s mentioned anyways, and that is why I have agreed to go on a date this weekend with Zachary,” you replied adamantly, anger seeping into your voice.

Lily reached out and grabbed the hand closest to her, giving it a squeeze. You offered her a small smile, before sighing.

“Look, I keep waiting for him to make a move... but if I’m waiting on him, I could be waiting forever. I don’t have forever. Zachary wants to date me now and, sometimes, a definite now is easier than a maybe later,” you shrugged, “Sirius... he knows how I feel about him. Everyone knows how I feel about him. I’ve made it clear. Very clear, in fact. He’s not done anything about it, which only makes me think he’s not really interested enough in making us more. I can’t just turn down other guys that are.”

You sighed, collecting your belongings from the table and shoving them into your bag. With a half-smile shot in James and Lily’s direction, you bid them goodbye, heading out of the library doors.

***

“You’re going on a date with bloody Bryant?”

You looked up from your place on the couch in front of the fire, where you were busy reading a book your mother had just sent you by owl, to find an angry Sirius, fists clenched, eyebrows furrowed as he practically glared down at you.

“Yes? Yes I am,” you replied simply, before looking down at your book, though you were no longer focused on reading.

Sirius collapsed on the couch across from you, elbows resting on his knees as he stared at you, not saying a word.

You sighed, closing the book slowly and placing it carefully beside you, “Can I help you?”

“Why would you choose Bryant? Of all people. He’s-“

“He’s sweet, he’s smart, and more than that, he actually asked me out. And I’m looking forward to going. Unless you can think of anyone else I should be going to Hogsmeade with?” You asked casually, yet pointedly, staring at him expectedly as he fumbled with his fingers, mouth gaping as if he didn’t know what to say.

“N-No... you should go. I’m sure Bryant will be a great date. Quiet, meek Bryant,” Sirius spat his name out as if it were poison, a snarl set on his features. He wasn’t happy, very obviously in fact, but since he didn’t say anything to make you not want to go on your date, you nodded.

“Well, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a book to read,” you faked a smile and grabbed your book, opening it to a random page and pretending to read, ignoring Sirius’ presence.

He had ample opportunity to stop you going, ample time to have you to himself.

Too bad that he didn’t take it - that he never took it.

***

Saturday arrived quickly, and you were looking forward to meeting up with Zachary. Lily had helped you choose the perfect outfit, and you’d spent slightly more time than usual doing your hair and makeup. You took a last look in the mirror before grabbing your bag and lipgloss, and exiting the door.

You headed down the stairs from your dorm, dressed and ready for your date, feeling nervous yet excited.

The common room was empty bar Sirius, who was sat on the couch nearest the door, and a couple of first years. You felt your heart beat a little faster as you took in the sight of him - black jeans, black t shirt, hair messy from the amount of times he’d ran his hand through it.

He stood up as his gaze caught yours and you smiled a little at him, mouth opening as if you were going to say something, before closing it again when you realised you didn’t know what to say.

“You’re still going on the date?” Sirius asked softly, hands clasped behind his back as he rocked back on his heels.

You smiled at him, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you replied, “I have no reason not to... do I?”

Perhaps it was foolish of you, to hope he would say yes. That you shouldn’t go because he didn’t want you to, because he wanted to be the one to take you on a date instead.

Sirius shoved his hands into his pockets and shook his head at you, though his mind was screaming at him to tell you to stay - with him.

“Have fun.”

You pressed your lips together and nodded, “Thank you, I will.”

With that, you turned on your heel and headed out of the common room, feeling like you wanted to cry out of frustration. You would’ve stayed in a heartbeat for him.

Sirius watched you walk away, staring at the door even after you’d long disappeared out of sight, before sighing angrily. He shook his head at himself, disappointed that he didn’t say anything, questions swirling around his mind.

Would you have stayed if he’d asked you to? Or would you have left him anyway?

He collapsed onto one of the empty nearby couches, letting out a loud, frustrated groan into a pillow and receiving a couple of looks from the first years, though he didn’t pay them any notice.

It was his fault, he knew, that he was feeling like this. Because he hadn’t said anything - because he never said anything. You’d given him the chance, and plenty of opportunity and he hadn’t taken it. From fear or something else, he wasn’t sure.

He stayed laying on the couch, face buried in the pillow, thoughts of you and this Bryant kid plaguing him. Would you kiss him whilst on your date? Sirius grimaced at the idea - he hoped not.

Time passed slowly, at least, in his mind, feeling like hours had passed by the time his friends arrived in the common room to join him, though at most it could’ve only been around half an hour.

He was pouting, arms crossed as he slouched in the armchair he’d moved to, grumbling things to himself every so often and completely ignoring half the things his friends were saying, not replying to James’ jokes or Remus’ witty remarks, and barely glancing at Peter when he offered out some of the sweets he’d picked up in Hogsmeade earlier in the day.

“Alright, what’s up with you, Padfoot?” James rolled his eyes, fed up of the lack of responses from his usual partner in crime.

“Nothing, I’m fine,” Sirius mumbled, though anyone could see from one glance that he was not, in fact, fine.

“He’s mad because his girlfriend is currently on a date with someone else,” Remus said with an almost smug smile, half enjoying how grumpy and jealous his friend was being over the girl he should’ve asked out a long time ago.

Sirius shot a glare over at him, “She’s not my girlfriend.”

“But you want to her to be, don’t you?” James grinned, moving to lie down across the couch he was on, arms resting behind his head.

“Yes... no... I don’t know!” Sirius sighed, sitting up and hugging a pillow to his chest, “I don’t know what I want, I just know I like her and I don’t want her out with anyone else. But I don’t know if I want a relationship.”

“Well... you couldn’t really expect her to wait around for you to make a decision on this, could you?” James said pointedly, nodding over to him, “As she said to me and Lily, she’s waited long enough. You’ve been stringing her along for over a year now. Either date the girl or let her date someone else.”

Sirius frowned at that. He wanted you more than anything, but was afraid he might hurt you accidentally, or let you down. What if he said something he didn’t mean and upset you? He couldn’t handle that. It was better to keep you as a friend, right? One that he flirted with a lot.

He sighed to himself, bringing his knees up to rest his chin on them. He wanted to be with you, all of his doubts be damned. Friends don’t wanna snog their other friend against a wall do they?

And that’s what Sirius wanted to do to you.

James words bounced around his head as he paced up and down the room later in the evening. His friends had retired to their dorm room, leaving him alone to wait up for you - you still weren’t back from your date and it was nearing curfew.

He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he paced, ideas of what you could be doing making his hands curl into fists and his heart pound.

Why didn’t he just stop you from going?

Why didn’t he just tell you how much he like you?

Why-

“Sirius?”

He looked up immediately, eyes widening as he watched you enter the common room through the portrait door, a concerned look on your face as you watched his frantic pacing.

“Y/n!”

All thoughts of what he wanted to say left his head, all he could do was stare at you blankly, glad you were back, and hoping your date didn’t go well.

“What are you doing still up?” You asked, your eyes taking in his dishevelled appearance, “Were you- were you waiting for me?”

Sirius swallowed, wondering how to answer, before words began tumbling from his lips, unable to stop himself, “Um... uh, yeah. Yeah I was. I’ve been waiting for you ever since you left. I shouldn’t have let you go on the date, I didn’t want you to go. I was just too much of a coward to say anything at the time. But I kept thinking about... what if he kissed you? Or touched you? I didn’t like those thoughts. So yeah, I’ve been waiting here like you’ve been waiting for me because I’m an idiot and didn’t do anything to show you how I feel.”

Your heart was racing. You’d wanted to hear those words for over a year now, waiting through flirty conversations and near-kisses, hoping he’d give a sign he wanted to be with you.

“And how do you feel, Sirius?” You asked tentatively, dropping your gaze to your feet.

“I love you. I’m in love with you. And I’m sorry for not telling you sooner. I should’ve- I should’ve. And I don’t know if your date went well, or if you’re planning on going out again, but if you still feel anything for me, please don’t. Just... be with me instead.”

He ran a hand through his hair, swallowing again and he stood in silence before you. He’d finally said it - admitted to you that he loved you. His heart was pounding, waiting for your response.

“I’ve waited and waited and you never said or did anything. Why now?”

“Because I’ve realised that anyone could come along and take you from me and I don’t want that,” he admitted, his voice dropping to barely a whisper, “I wanna be the one that takes you on dates. That kisses you and touches you. Please let me be that guy. Please.”

You stared at him for a couple of seconds, shaking your head, then broke out in a smile and stepped towards him, “It’s a good job my date was just mediocre then, huh?”

His eyes shone as he stared at you, disbelief and relief running across his face as he watched you walk closer to him, stopping just in front of him.

“You know I love you Sirius. If I’d have known all it would take was going on a date with another guy to make you admit your feelings, I would’ve done it a whole lot sooner,” you grinned.

Sirius hesitantly reached out to grab your waist, pulling you gently towards his chest and holding you there for a moment, as if he couldn’t believe he had you in his arms.

He looked at you, eyes darting across your face, taking in your features as the corner of his mouth curled up into a smile, “Does this mean I can kiss you?”

“Yes,” you nodded, the word barely escaping before his lips were on yours, pulling you into a desperate kiss, one you’d waited a year to feel, pouring all the feelings he’d kept hidden into the kiss, as you ran your hand through his dark locks.

“Guess you’ve got official dibs on me now, huh?” You laughed as you pulled away a little, Sirius still chasing your lips, “Guess I really am your girl.”

“Damn right, and I’ll make sure everyone knows it. Especially that git who took you out. You’re mine,” his grip tightened on your hips as he rested his forehead against yours, smiling at you lovingly.

It may have taken him a year, but he was finally yours, and you were his. And as he pressed his lips to yours again, you smiled into the kiss.

This was definitely worth the wait.

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