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Cherry, Cherry 🍒 Chapter 13 🍒

"Rough Ride"

pre-outbreak! AU!Joel Miller x f!Reader

Word count: 6,978

Summary: after sneaking around, Joel takes you on your first official date -- okay, so it's a little hole-in-the-wall bar the next county over. Just as a perfect night comes to an end, you see Joel's jealous side for the first time, and it leaves you craving more.

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, age gap (reader is 18, Joel is 35), takes place summer 2003, reader wears a dress and thong, groping, TW for unwanted grabbing (from a stranger), fistfight (Joel & stranger), jealous!Joel, Joel grabs reader, dubcon, rough sex, unprotected piv/creampie, mention of emergency contraceptive, anal, no use of y/n, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

Author's note: this is the chapter that shows a darker side to Joel's personality. Please heed the tags. If this is not something you are in a good headspace to read then please skip.

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It's almost a cruel kind of existence, to be so close yet so far from Joel. You're back to reality, doing the same mundane things you did before. Only now you look upon everything with a kind of wisdom, baptized with a secret knowledge that you can't tell anyone about, though you want to shout to the heavens how much in love you are with a certain Joel Miller.

You find time here and there to be together, mostly at your house when your cousin's gone. It's a thrill you never tire of, to be with him in this way, to meld your bodies together, sometimes slowly, savoring the feel of each other, other times a quick, impetuous coupling in the darkness of his living room or in his truck. He says you make him feel like a teenager again.

"I want to go on a date with you," you tell him one night, your arms wrapped around him as he picks you up from your shift at the cafe. You both lean against the truck in the empty parking lot. "I'm always hearing about everyone else's dates and we haven't gone on one yet."

Joel smiles and kisses the top of your head. "And where would you like to go?"

"Let's go out dancing," you say. "I'm dying to see you all dressed up."

"I ain't much of a dancer, sweetheart," he says, and when you look up at him you see him visibly blush. "Pretty sure my moves might even shock ya."

"Come on, Joel, it can't be that bad," you laugh. "Besides, I'm more interested in slow dancing with you." To tease him a little you softly grind your hips against his, and your heart feels like it's on springs when you feel him start to twitch and harden in his jeans.

"In that case I'm game. There's a little place about twenty miles south.. we're not bound to run into anyone we know." He kisses your hair again, smells the sweet mixture of coffee and your natural scent.

Joel picks you up on a Saturday night. You've dressed for the occasion in a sundress and cowboy boots, and your heart throbs to see the hunger in his eyes as he takes in your appearance. He doesn't look so bad himself in a long sleeve button down shirt and a pair of Wranglers with boots of his own. "No hat?" you tease him as he opens the truck door for you.

"I'm not much of a hat man," he grumbles, giving your ass a little grab as you climb into the passenger seat. "You look amazin' by the way."

"So do you." Grinning, you settle into the seat as he gets in and you take off. "I'm not used to seeing you all dressed up."

He laughs a little. "Well, I don't get dressed up all that much, but I'll do it for you." Once he's settled into the direction you're going, his eyes dart over to you. "I just love lookin' at ya."

Your hand is on his lap as he drives, and he laces his fingers with yours. "And I love looking at you," you lean your head against the headrest and smile at him. The drive doesn't take very long, and your excitement only helps to distract you.

The town's welcome sign is so rusted you can't make out the name. In contrast the honky-tonk is small, but well-lit and in an older neighborhood. The parking lot is full and Joel has to park a further way down, but neither of you mind. It's a beautiful, if sweltering night and you walk together with your arms around one another's waists.

Inside, the little saloon is brimming over with people. Couples are on the dance floor as an old-fashioned jukebox provides the music. A place like this doesn't even have a DJ, which you find so charming, There's no one at the door to card you, probably because there's so many people, and because you look more mature paired with Joel. "I'm gonna get a beer first, you want anything?" he asks, lips close to your ear.

"Gin and tonic," you tell him, simply because you heard someone order it in a movie and it sounds good.

"Like hell," he shakes his head. "You ain't drinkin' that kinda stuff til you're old enough."

"Fine," you playfully roll your eyes. "A Shirley Temple, then. I'll find us a seat."

While he's at the bar, you look around, taking in the white lights strung up from the beams, the couples dancing boisterously to an Alan Jackson song, the scent of cigarette smoke and beer, the raucous laughter in the air, the feeling that you've stepped into another world altogether.

Glancing around you see a guy who looks only a few years older than yourself, tall, lean, in complete western wear. He catches your gaze and smiles, gives a little wink. You only smile and nod, not wanting to flirt with someone while you're waiting for Joel. When he returns with your drinks the other guy turns his attention elsewhere.

You sip your drink as Joel puts his arm around you, and you lean into his shoulder. He can barely take his eyes off you. You return his gaze, meeting him halfway as his lips press to yours, tasting the sweetness of the grenadine from your drink. "I shoulda meet you sooner," he murmurs, his lips millimeters from yours.

"If you met me any sooner our relationship would be illegal," you tease him, enjoying the redness that flushes over his cheeks. "But I know what you mean," you add in a whisper.

"You know it ain't like that," he tries to explain. "Sweetheart I'd love you if you were 28, or 38, or 48.."

You kiss him to stop his deluge of words. "Finish your beer and let's take a look at the jukebox," you tell him, and when he's done he takes your hand and follows you to the jukebox and check out the songs together.

"What song you want?" he asks, his hand stroking your lower back as he kisses the top of your head.

"Depends. Do you know how to two-step?"

"Of course. What kinda question is that?" But he's blushing and you know he's not telling the truth.

"Good!" You call his bluff and put a quarter in the jukebox, pressing the button for "Small Town Saturday Night" by Hal Ketchum. Joel's eyes light up as you bring him out to the dance floor. "You sure you know how?" you ask, after a couple minutes of him awkwardly shuffling his feet compared to your practiced steps.

"I did warn you earlier that dancin' ain't my strong suit," he chuckles, relieved when you shift to a more basic dance with him.

"I know what your strong suit is," you murmur, earning a wink from him and a squeeze of your ass. "Follow my lead." You do the steps a little slower, showing him how to mirror your movements, and he does get better, but each time he tries to take the lead you take it back with a smile. "It's not a very easy dance," you tell him as the song winds down. "Maybe the next one can be a slow one? You choose the song."

He puts a coin in and takes a moment before selecting "Amazed" by Lonestar. It's one of your favorites, and you smile at him as he grabs your hand and leads you back out to the dance floor. His arms around your waist and yours around his shoulders, it's like there's no one else in the room as you move together in a slow dance. The magic between you is undeniable.

"I love you," he says, gripping you tightly, watching the lights overhead glimmer across your beautiful face.

"I love you too, Joel," you reply, reaching up to kiss him.

"I swear I'll never stop lovin' you," he whispers, his hands cupping your face, committing every detail of this moment to memory.

A blissful little smile on your face, you kiss him again. "Good. Because I plan on loving you for the rest of my life." You gaze up at him, heart skipping a beat. "In fact, I've been thinking.. maybe we should tell Sarah about us.. I don't like us keeping this secret from her. She's old enough to know the truth."

Joel looks deep in thought, brows creased. "I don't know.. maybe. We'll talk about it tomorrow?"

"Of course," you agree, fingers stroking his hair.

Soon enough you're not even dancing anymore, just swaying and kissing, barely aware of the other couples dancing around you. It's as close to heaven as you can get on this earth. His hands gently squeeze your ass, kneading your cheeks as they slide beneath the hem of your dress. "No panties?" he whispers, automatically pressing his pelvis to yours.

"A G-string," you tease him, giggling a little as he lightly snaps the waistband against your skin.

"You're gonna give me a heart attack, woman," he sighs and kisses your hair. "Let's get outta here.."

It's a tempting thought, and of course you're willing to drop everything and go home with him immediately, but you also want to take advantage of this moment. "Just a couple more dances. Please? We came out all this way. Who knows when we'll get the chance again?"

The song ends; he tips up your chin and kisses you softly. "All right, whatever babygirl wants. I'm gonna head to the men's room real quick then us another round of drinks. I'll put on somethin' for us, maybe some Garth Brooks." He winks at you, walking you back to your table before he leaves.

As far as first dates go, this one is the best. You feel good, you're in love, and you know that Joel is going to leave you a sopping, quivering mess later tonight. There's nothing better than this.

You're finishing the dregs of your Shirley Temple and using the straw to scoop out the maraschino cherry when someone arrives at your booth but it's not Joel. It's the guy who was checking you out earlier.

"Hey there beautiful, you wanna dance?" he asks.

It takes you a second to realize he's actually talking to you. "Uh, no thanks, but I appreciate it. I'm actually here with my boyfriend." It feels good to say it, even if it's only to a stranger.

He just gives a wry smile. "That so? I don't see him around."

Your smile remains polite even though you could kill him with your eyes. "It doesn't matter if he's right next to me or all the way in Timbuktu. I said no thanks."

"I don't know why he's fool enough to leave a pretty young thing like you by your lonesome," he persists, and it's irritating.

"You don't get the hint, do you?" As you emit your snide remark you scan the saloon for Joel, and see his tall, broad, sauntering figure heading towards the bar. Ignoring the idiot trying to hit on you, you leave the booth, not wanting to be cornered, and make your way across the dance floor to Joel.

Suddenly the stranger grabs you and presses you to him in a lewd and suggestive manner. "Get the fuck off me!" you shout, but you're barely heard over the music. His grip is tight and as you're pressed up close you feel his hardness. A wave of nausea surges in your gut.

"What the fuck is goin' on? Get the hell away from her!" Joel shouts, saving you by pulling you away from the man's grasp. You're grateful until you catch the look in his eye, full of anger and blame. At you. You get out of the way before he pushes the other guy, who stumbles back but catches himself.

"You're gonna be sorry you did that," the other guy slurs, rearing back to throw a punch but Joel is quicker and lands his punch first, sending the other guy sprawling.

"Joel!" you shriek, but it's lost in the hubbub that ensues as Joel pummels the guy, beating him nearly to a pulp. You know better than to intervene and risk getting hit yourself, but even if you could, you're frozen to the spot in disbelief.

Security comes and manages to pry Joel off the guy, but the damage is done. The other guy is groaning, blood spurting from his nose and mouth, and more of that blood is on Joel's knuckles. He's promptly kicked out, shrugging off the security guards who try to escort him outside. He grabs onto your wrist, dragging you with him. You've never seen him this angry.

The night is hot, sweltering, but a cold sweat forms on your brow as Joel, in silence, leads you back to the truck. His hand is wrapped around your wrist pretty tightly. "Joel what the fuck did you do that for?"

"You defendin' that asshole?" he mutters, not easing up on his grip as he walks quickly with you in tow.

"Let up, will you?" you whine. "I'm not defending anyone, but that guy was obviously just a drunk idiot. You could've just pushed him away from me and be done with it."

"Looked like you were actually enjoyin' yourself. I didn't see you strugglin' in his arms." He looks down at you with a cold stare.

You're so shocked you can only stare back, not believing what's actually going on. "You're fucking kidding me, right? I was petrified!"

"Sure you were," he mutters, still dragging you past the parking lot and to the secluded area where you had to park.

"Joel," you grunt again, your heart starting to pound like a jackhammer at the way he's treating you. "You're hurting me!"

"Quiet," he grumbles. "You don't know what pain is." As if he hasn't manhandled you all the way out here to the truck, like a gentleman he opens the passenger side for you. You start to climb in but his hand presses against your back, bending you over.

"What-" your startled question is cut off as Joel uses his free hand to lift the hem of your short dress, revealing your ass to him. Blush reddens your face, and much to your surprise you start to get wet. He just has that effect on you.

"Can't believe he was grabbin' on ya while ya had this little thing on." He snaps the strap of your G-string and you whimper at the sweet sting. "Don't think I can't see that glistenin' lil' pussy between your thighs. You get all wet for that sumbitch?"

"No," you shake your head, starting to feel dizzy with pleasure, with confusion, even a little bit of fear. "Only you."

Joel just grunts and abruptly digs his fingers into your cunt, causing you to cry out.

"Really? All this for me? Don't want nobody else to touch ya?"

You shake your head, too many words and needful moans crowding your throat. "Just you," you croak out.

He starts moving his hand, roughly, and the hand pressing your back now squeezes your ass, grabbing it, and then you feel a sting as he spanks you. You gasp, body moving forward as he spanks you again, rubbing your cheek as if to ease the sting right before he does it again, all while he fucks you with his other hand, feeling you coat his fingers with your juices. You hear him unbuckle his belt and there's the sound of clothing being moved and shifted aside. He moves your right leg up so that you're stepping on the running board, then he's hot and hard at the opening of your cunt, pushing in his broad tip.

"Beg for it," he growls in your ear, his hand pulling at your hair.

Your heart throbs so fast you worry it'll just explode. "Fuck me please," you whimper, body tense and taut as wire.

He shoves your G-string to the side and rams himself into you, both of you crying out, and then he begins to fuck you, mercilessly, hands gripping your hips as he drives into you. He's deep and rough, all previous gentleness lost in the intensity of the moment. But damn it if you don't press back against him, eager for more of him, showing him you can take anything he's got.

"You're mine, got that?" he rasps in your ear. "Mine to fuck any damn time I please."

"Joel," you whimper as he pushes in especially deep, so deep you can feel him in your belly. "Fuck.." He stays there, pressed deep against you, purposefully, as if to embed himself into your very soul.

"This is exactly what my little slut needs, ain't it?" He pulls out slowly then slams back in. "This is what keeps her in line. This is what she gets for wearin' a little nothin' dress with little nothin' panties underneath, dancin' with other men while my back is turned."

His words hurt more than the actual slamming of his cock into your willing body. "I wasn't," you gasp.

"The hell you weren't," he mutters, and grabs your arms, pinning them behind your back, as he uses them for leverage, speeding up, fucking you like he hates you. You wail into the interior of the truck, which moves vigorously with Joel's forceful movements.

"Joel!!" It's a supplication, a reverence, and you don't know if you want him to stop or to keep going, but he lifts you up against him, your back flush to his broad chest, and he tears the buttons off the front of your dress, pulling down your bra and exposing your breasts to his hands, which grab them with his rough touch while his hips ruthlessly pound against you from the back. In a maddening surge of animalistic lust your cunt clenches around him as you come, your hands steadying yourself on the edge of the passenger seat. Your mind goes blank as you get caught up in the intense pleasure. Joel grunts and thrusts more quickly against you, pinning you forward on the seat again, his hips pounding forcefully against you. You know this rhythm, you're familiar with the movement of his body as he's about to come, and you try to pull yourself up but he's stronger. "Joel, don't you dare--" you're cut off with a long, low groan as you feel the warm eruption of his come deep inside you, and you're shocked how your body reacts by milking his orgasm with another of your own. He fills you up, his hips eventually slowing to a rest as he sags over you, his panting breath hot in your ear. "Jesus," you whisper, at the same time as he growls, "Fuck."

He pulls away from you and realization sets in for him. His cum is trickling down your inner thighs. And though a primal part of him has been craving to see it, he also knows he fucked up. "Wait," he tells you as you get back up. From the glove compartment he grabs some napkins from a fast-food place and carefully cleans you up. You wince a little, just now feeling the soreness between your legs. "I'm sorry," he says, he voice low and full of shame. "I didn't mean to. I just.."

You don't know what to say as he's wiping himself away from you. Even when you weren't being careful, you were somewhat careful by him pulling out. And this was just carelessness. You hear him saying something, but there's a ringing in your ears, and all you can concentrate on is the warm, squishy feeling in your cunt.

Joel helps you into the seat and gets into the driver's side once you're both properly put together and buttoned up. Within minutes you're on the road, heading back towards Austin. Joel's mouth is dry as his mind plays over what happened. He took you the way he'd take a random woman on a one night stand. He projected his jealousies and insecurities onto you when you were innocent in all this. He has no words for you that can suffice to make things better. To drown out the silence he puts on the radio. A Faith Hill song, staticky at first, fills the air.

You can kiss me in the moonlight On the rooftop under the sky, or You can kiss me with the windows open While the rain comes pouring inside Kiss me in sweet slow motion Let's let every thing slide You got me floating, you got me flying

"I need to get the morning after pill," you tell him, only comfortable while the music is playing.

Joel nods, eyes flicking to you nervously. "There ain't any drugstores open right now. I'll get it for ya in the mornin'."

You're quiet, watching the white of the lane markers disappear, in stark contrast against he black of the road. So few cars are out. "Are you okay to drive?" you ask as you pass a police cruiser.

He looks at you for a moment. "I only had two beers, I'm good." Even in the dim light of the truck you can see Joel is pale, not looking like himself. Nothing about this night has shown the Joel you've come to know and love deeply.

It seems like forever until you reach your neighborhood, and instead of pulling up to your driveway he pulls into his. Tommy’s truck is still there, and the lights in the house are still on.

“I’m gonna take care of ya,” Joel mutters, gently combing his fingers through your hair. You lean into his touch like a shelter pet seeking affection.

He lifts you out of the truck. The skirt of your sundress is stained and sticky with his come, but he picks you up and carries you bridal style towards the house.

Inside, Tommy and Sarah are playing a board game, looking up with expectant smiles as Joel walks in with you, and then their expressions turn serious. "Is she okay?" Sarah asks, getting up from her seat.

"She's fine, just a little ill." Joel says, bringing you upstairs. "Tommy, you can get yourself home," he says over his shoulder. "And don't tell your little girlfriend Sofia nothin'!" he warns. You remember that you and Joel were supposed to sleep over at your house tonight while she's working, but he's brought you here instead. He only sets you down once you're in his room, perching you on the bed and removing your boots and socks before he gets a bath running in his adjoining bathroom. You're in a daze with the night's events still fresh in your mind, and just go with the flow. Joel is treating you with utmost tenderness and you let him.

Sarah takes a peek in and you give her what you hope is a normal smile. "Tommy just left. Are you okay?" she asks after a beat.

You flash back to just an hour earlier, when Sarah's dad pounded you from behind, accusing you of cheating, or at least wanting to cheat, and how you can still feel the remnants of him leaking out of you. Jesus, you'd never tell her the truth.

"Yeah," you answer her, just as Joel comes out. The bathroom is already steamy from the hot water.

"To bed," he tells Sarah, and she lingers just a moment, as if deciding to disobey or not, before she finally goes to her room. Joel locks the door. "Come on, sweetheart," he murmurs to you, lifting you from the bed and bringing you into the bathroom. He gently undresses you, peeling your dress over your head, and your stomach flutters as he pulls down your underwear, the tiny scrap of material you'd hoped to surprise him with tonight. "Are you okay? Does anything hurt?" The look on his face is one you've never seen before: one of absolute concern, almost as if he were your own father, looking out for you after your first broken heart.

"I'm fine," you manage to smile. "You don't have to do all this for me.."

He shakes his head and helps you step into the warm tub. Sleeves rolled up, he gets a bath sponge and adds some soap, then gently glides the sponge across your skin. You haven't been treated to such luxury since you were a kid, suffering with congestion, and your mom would sit with you in the steam of a hot shower to loosen the crud in your lungs.

Joel's touch is gentle, brushing across your chest, slowly over your breasts, smiling a little at the sigh you give, watching your nipples rise to attention. He's in no hurry as he continues over your belly, down between your legs as softly as possible, wiping away his residue drying on your thighs. You give a little murmur, keeping his hand there, and he simply follows your lead. He drops the sponge and traces his bare fingers over your flesh. "Are you sure?" he asks, more than ready to do what you want him to, but he's already crossed the line in more ways than one tonight.

"Yes," is your breathy response, bringing his hand where you want it most, and he obliges, tracing your folds, gliding across your crease and finding you already slick. He closes his eyes, still feeling how you resisted earlier that night, still tasting the fear in your kiss as well. It gives him pause until you move his hand for him.

You're still just a kid, you don't know what you want he wants to say. He wants to scold you for wanting him, and even more, he knows he deserves to suffer for bringing you to this point. But the words are stuck in his throat, leaving a burning there that he bears in silence.

He loves you. He can't let you go. And he knows he doesn't deserve to keep you.

"Joel.." your voice breaks through his pensive thoughts, and when he doesn't answer right away he almost lets out a gasp as you rise up and pull him towards you by his shirt, kissing him fiercely. There's no point in resisting you. You're naked, skin soft and slippery from the soap. He grabs you and lifts you out of the tub, pulling you to him, wrapping you softly in a fluffy towel. You're not quite dry as he brings you to the bed, peppering your face and neck with kisses. "Babygirl," he mutters, gently kissing away the tiny rivulets of bathwater that drip down your skin, drying you off with his tongue, smiling as your skin jumps in reaction. From the delicate cleft between your collarbones, down towards your breasts, lapping up any stray droplets of your bathwater with his tongue.

Your cunt clenches in anticipation, breath growing heavy with the need to moan. Your eyes nearly roll back in your head as Joel's tongue swirls around each nipple, cupping each breast, running his thumb over your stiffened peaks. Already your thighs start to shake, and he grips them in his strong hands. "You're so responsive, baby.. I'm only halfway there.."

He's determined to take his time, as atonement for his earlier crudeness, his rough liberties with your body. He intends to soothe your ache with his kisses, with lips and tongue, wherever you need them, wherever you want them. You've put up with his brutishness, and now you're getting his gentleness.

He follows the patterns the droplets trace down your skin, gently nipping at your soft skin with his teeth, glancing up quickly to see if the moan you give is one of pleasure, and continues his path, smiling to himself as you whimper and shake, murmuring his name. To him, there's never been a sweeter sound, one that he savors as he finds his way down to your trembling thighs. He gently lifts them, his hard cock twitching as he hears your breath catch in your throat.

As he kisses the soft crease between your torso and thigh, he works at undoing his jeans, quickly undoing his belt buckle and freeing himself from the confines of his boxers. He eagerly takes himself in his hand as his tongue flicks over your sweet wet cunt, his hot breath on your sensitive flesh making you gasp. He hasn't had to handle himself since you started sleeping together, but he's resolved to make you come apart using his hands, his mouth. He'll handle his own pleasure until he's worthy enough to be inside you again.

Your hips lift to meet his ravenous lips and tongue, trying your damnedest to be quiet but a few squeals, a few gasps of excitement escape, and you know you'll be heard. You don't care.

Joel's tongue swirls over your clit, sending a beautiful shock that zips from your brain to your heart. You gasp and buck against him, fingers grabbing his hair. He shudders at the sensation, groaning against your flesh as his tongue dances over your heated skin, tasting you with a primal need. He fucks his fist eagerly, imagining it's your sugar walls wrapped around him, making him twitch and jerk in anticipation of cumming.

"Don't stop, don't stop," you whisper, begging for the continuation of this savage pleasure. He growls in response, not breaking the contact between his mouth and your cunt, his tongue and lips worshiping every inch of your quivering flesh. "Never," he whispers fiercely, his voice a guttural snarl. He takes his hand away from his over-sensitive cock for a moment to concentrate on you. "You taste so damn good, babygirl.."

"Fuck!" you whimper as your legs quiver. Joel is relentless in his ministrations, working tirelessly to drive you over the edge. His large, rough hands grip your thighs, holding you in place as his mouth works its magic, his own need growing with every moan, every shiver that racks your body. "Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod!" you say behind your own palms pressed to your mouth in a desperate bid for keeping quiet. Your hips lift up and Joel can feel your body tensing, the sweet sounds of pleasure spilling from your lips, the scent of your arousal filling his senses.

It's like lightning when you come, the pleasure uncoiling itself from the pit of your stomach as Joel continues, feeling your body shudder with every lap of his tongue. His body strains with the efforts of keeping himself in check. He strokes himself with newfound vigor, spurred on by your sweet-sounding moans, the beautiful sight of you laid bare, wrecked by your pleasure, your pussy pink, sensitive, and very drenched. He comes, a little of it landing on your thigh. He takes off his shirt and uses it to clean you up, gentle on your skin, murmuring his love for you. Getting undressed down to just his boxers, he spoons you, gathering your body against his, kissing your hair, hands caressing yours, hoping his love for you will erase whatever bad you think of him.

Not until the wee hours of the morning do both of you finally get to sleep. Waking up later, your body throbs, a pleasant soreness all over. You recall the night before, both the bad and the soft parts. Without one, you couldn't really have the other.

When you turn to face Joel he's not there. His side of the bed is empty, his spot cold and made up. You sit up, gathering the sheets around you. From downstairs there's the sound of the radio, or the TV, you can't tell, and Sarah's voice as she talks to someone. You feel a jolt of relief when you realize it's Joel, his deep voice booming in response.

Dressed in one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers, you join them in the kitchen, shyly, as if you've never been a guest in their home before. They turn to you, and you meet Sarah's questioning eyes. "Good morning," is all you say.

"You're just in time, breakfast is ready," Joel announces, in a particularly goofy mood this morning. He does a double take, seeing you in his clothes, and you notice his gaze darken. He has to rein himself in while Sarah's in the room.

"Are you feeling okay?" she asks, and you can see she's bursting at the seams with questions about your night before you came home with her dad.

"Yeah, great," you find it impossible to stop a blush on your cheeks. As she goes to set the table, Joel takes your arm, presses a small kiss to the top of your head. "You should take your pill after you eat. I left it in the medicine cabinet in my bathroom," he whispers, letting go of you just as Sarah returns for silverware.

It's a nice, quiet morning. Joel made bagel breakfast sandwiches and too much bacon (as usual) and Sarah cut up fresh melon and strawberries. "You should have woke me up. I'd have been happy to help make breakfast," you tell them.

"Nonsense. You're our guest." Joel smiles fondly at you, and his glance flickers to Sarah. Your stomach does a flip flop as you worry that he's going to drop the bomb on her right now. But it would be the perfect time to tell her about your relationship, wouldn't it?

You feel a mix of relief and, oddly, disappointment as he changes the subject. The story is that yes, he took you out dancing, and yes, he got in a fight with someone who was harassing you. His knuckles are bruised, but that's the extent of the damage he took. Something about those bruises gets you wet. Joel was completely feral that night, and then tender afterwards. You admit to yourself you'd like to see that wild side again, and it shocks you.

Sarah just shakes her head at how bull-headed her dad can be. He's not violent, but he has that capacity and you witnessed it firsthand. She gives him a lecture, actually scolds him for his actions, and Joel nods, either going along with it or really taking her words to heart. Either way, you start to see that his own daughter takes the lead sometimes. She takes care of him, you realize, smiling as your heart melts at this scene.

Once you're full, Sarah asks if you want to hang out, go to the mall, the park, anything. "Maybe later," you tell her, catching Joel's look over her shoulder. It's a relief when she agrees, and gets ready to leave with friends for the time being.

"What should we do today?" you ask, getting up to rinse the dishes. Joel stops you in your tracks. "Hey, I'll do that. You go relax." He dares a kiss while you're alone. "I didn't tell you how good you look in my clothes, babygirl.. it's makin' me think all kinds of thoughts.." His hands are on your waist, drifting down to your hips as he nuzzles your neck.

"I'm thinking movies.. and sex. Lots of sex," you grin, turned on at the thought of having him to yourself for the rest of the day.

"Are you sure?" he asks, brow furrowed even as his face turns pink with desire. "I think we should talk about last night."

"Okay," you nod, arms crossed as you lean against the sink. "Don't ever do what you did, ever again." Your voice is stern, and part of you is pleased when Joel looks chagrined.

"I know. I'm sorry. Sometimes I forget how new you are to all this, to.. being with me," he whispers, darting a glance towards the stairs on the lookout for Sarah. He rubs your arms. "I'm sorry. I won't be rough with you like that again."

"What?" Your filled with confusion. "No, not that. I meant you should apologize for accusing me of flirting with that idiot at the bar. You know I don't care about anyone else but you, Joel.."

It's his turn to look puzzled. "That's the part you're mad about, not the.. the rough stuff?"

"Turns out I didn't mind the rough stuff as much as I thought I would," your smile is askew.

There's a darkness in Joel's eyes when you say that, and it stirs your soul as he pulls you close. "I apologize for sayin' you were lettin' that asshole put his hands on ya. I was crazy jealous. You were turnin' a lotta heads last night."

"I was not," you giggle, pressing your lips to his shoulder.

"You were, and it made me proud and possessive at the same time." He sighs. "I shoulda handled myself better."

You kiss his cheek, savoring the little sigh he gives as he closes his eyes. "I forgive you.." You pull away slightly, fingertips stroking the stubble on his jaw. "This was our first argument as a couple."

"I hope it's the last," he says, bringing you close for a kiss on the lips.

With Sarah out for awhile, you settle in for a movie, take your morning after pill with a glass of water, and rest your head on Joel's lap as you watch Tombstone.

The tale of the old west has you absorbed, though you've seen this movie at least fifty times since you were a kid, mostly with your dad when you were younger. You feel Joel's thumb delicately swiping over your cheek, his hand smoothing over the dip and curve of your waist and hip. It's a comforting gesture that turns into one of playfulness, then desire.

His hand goes under your shirt, tracing patterns over your skin, creating goosebumps on your flesh. Your nipples harden and as if he can read your mind, he grazes his thumb in circles over the stiffened peaks. Your back arches, inviting more of his touch. Joel's touch grows possessive, fingers skating over your belly and down to your cunt, covered by his own pair of boxers. "That's the hottest thing ever, you wearin' my stuff," he says, his thick fingers teasing your folds, lightly skimming over your clit. You give a low whine as he teases you, circling your tiny bundle of nerves without actually putting pressure, then pressing just enough to make you want more before he takes the touch away again.

"Joel," you groan, and he quiets you with a kiss, pulling you up to him to sit on his lap. Your shirt is off, boxers pulled down. There's something more than the usual urgency that comes with your shared desire. Last night you crossed a line that can't be uncrossed, as if you've unlocked a new level of your relationship.

"On your back, darlin'," he says gruffly, getting up as you do so. He pauses the movie before going back to you, seeing you laid out on the couch. "Mine," he says, eyes taking in your body, from your innocent, beguiling eyes to the damp V between your legs. He sits in the splay of your legs and pulls your thighs over his, his cock jutting out through the hole in his boxers before he slides it in, his eyes flicking to your own, watching the look of astonishment there.

You feel vulnerable beneath him, and flashes of the previous night flitter through your mind. But you've made up your mind to trust him.

"You tell me if this feels uncomfortable, okay?" his voice is husky, almost a growl.

You tell him okay, breathing his name like an invocation, that same breath catching in your throat as you feel him gather up your wetness and spread it on your tight puckered asshole. Your question dies on your lips the moment you feel him start to move while his thumb circles your ass, gently delving in to tease, to test your limits. He thrusts again, deliberate and long strokes and still he gathers your wetness and uses it to press into your ass. "Is this okay, darlin'?" he asks, though your answer is already evident in the way your face scrunches in pleasure, the slight pull of your hips, welcoming him, even as you clasp around his invading fingers.

"That's my girl," Joel exhales, rocking steadily into your body. "Do you want more?"

"Mnh.." is all you're able to say until you force yourself to speak up. "Yes.." You gasp when he pounds into you faster, your hands on his forearms, nails digging into his skin. "Joel.. wait!" You shiver as he stops momentarily, a concerned look in his handsome dark eyes. "Remember, you can't come in me.." you tell him breathlessly.

"I won't," he smirks, thrusting slower than before as he gazes down at you, and you swear there's a look in his eyes that you've never seen before, not even from the previous night. You cry out as he leans down to take your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the rising nipple as your hips rise up. He hovers over your lips as he starts to thrust forward, fast and hard, watching, waiting to see your reaction, to see that one split second of worry.

When he knows he's about to explode he removes himself from your cunt then pressing just the first few inches of himself into your ass, loving the way your eyes get big, your face flushed with surprise. He gives a few shallow strokes before he comes, twitching as he grunts out his pleasure. When he pulls out, his leavings drip out of you.

"Joel.." you gasp, torn between being turned on and scandalized.

"Hang on, babygirl. I know you didn't come." He scoots down, letting your thighs bracket his head. "I didn't say I was done with you yet.."

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briarpotter · 6 months ago

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Happy Birthday Harry!

It's Harry's birthday! My sweet, sweet, perfect guy (who is already married and has kids)

Reflections of Courage

Harry Potter stood in front of the mirror in his cozy, dare he say big, manor in London. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow on his reflection. It had been two years since the Battle of Hogwarts, and life had settled into a new kind of normal. Yet, some mornings, he still found it hard to believe that the war was truly over.

As he adjusted his Auror robes, Harry's thoughts drifted to the past. He saw the faces of friends and mentors, both living and lost, flash before his eyes. Sirius, Dumbledore, Lupin, Tonks, Fred—each one a reminder of the sacrifices made and the price of peace.

A soft knock on the door pulled him from his reverie. He turned to see Ginny standing there, her eyes warm with understanding. “Ready for your first day back?” she asked, stepping into the room. Harry smiled, the sight of her comforting him. “As ready as I'll ever be. It feels strange, going back to work after everything.”

Ginny walked over and wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder. “You'll be brilliant, Harry. You've faced worse than this, and come out stronger every time.” He held her close, drawing strength from her presence. “Thanks, Gin. I just… I want to make sure I'm doing the right thing.”

Ginny pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes. “You are. You're helping to build a better world, the one you fought so hard for. Don't doubt yourself.” Her words resonated with him, and he nodded, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. “You're right. It's just… sometimes it feels like there's so much left to do.”

“There always will be,” she said softly. “But you're not alone in this. We're all in it together.” With a final kiss for luck, Harry left the house and made his way to the Ministry of Magic. The familiar bustle of the atrium greeted him, and he was struck by how different it felt now that he was part of the Auror Department. No longer the hunted, he was now the protector. His first day back was filled with meetings and briefings.

Yet, as he moved through the corridors, he noticed the respect in the eyes of his colleagues. It wasn't the awe or fear he had once encountered, but genuine respect for his courage and determination. During a break, Harry found himself in front of a window, looking out at the bustling city below. He thought about the journey that had brought him here, the trials and triumphs that had shaped him.

He realized that each step, no matter how difficult, no matter how hard, had led him to this moment. A voice interrupted his thoughts. “Harry, mate, ready for the next briefing?” He turned to see Ron, his best friend and partner, standing there with a grin. Harry grinned back, feeling a surge of confidence. “Yeah, let's go.”

As they walked down the hallway, Harry felt a sense of peace settle over him. He was where he was meant to be, doing the work he believed in, surrounded by those who mattered most. And with Ginny by his side, he knew he could face whatever challenges lay ahead.

That evening, back in their house, Harry and Ginny cuddled together, the warmth of the crackling fire filling the room. Harry took her hand, feeling the steady beat of her heart. “Today was good,” he said softly. “I think we're going to make a real difference.” Ginny squeezed his hand, her eyes shining. “I never doubted it for a second.” In that moment, Harry felt the weight of his past lift, replaced by the hope of the future. He had faced the darkness and emerged into the light, ready to build a world worth fighting for, with the people he loved beside him.

#harry potter #ginny weasley #hinny #harry potter fandom #harry and ginny #harry james potter #hp #hp fandom #harry x ginny #hinny microfic #happy birthday harry!#hbd harry!

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merlinsbudgiesmugglers · 10 months ago

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A Quiet Moment

A little Remadora micro that I wrote for @celestemagnoliathewriter based off of this gifset.

Thank you @starlingflight for beta-ing and letting me hurt you with my writing once again!

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Tonks sank into the armchair next to their bed. Teddy was in her arms having finally fallen asleep after his feed.

It was two days after the full moon, and Remus was snoring softly in the bed, his lined face lit by the soft moonlight piercing through the slit in the curtains. He’d stirred when Teddy had cried out, but Tonks had urged him back to sleep. He needed it more than she did right now.

Besides, she adored her quiet time with her favourite little bloke. Teddy’s hair ran through the entire colour spectrum while he was feeding. A rippled rainbow of satisfaction. She told him stories during these night feeds, soft murmurs of her adventures at school, already teaching him the mischief she was sure she’d be getting owls from his teachers about. Her voice kept him calm, whenever she stopped talking he would pull away from her breast with an offended cry.

She never realised how much love she could have for another person. She loved Remus, and her parents. Tears still sprang to her eyes at every thought or mention of her dad. Some mornings she still woke up and had forgotten in her dreams that he was gone, and would have to remember all over again.

Here, in the quiet of the night with her son, she could let the tears fall. She didn’t have to be strong for her mother, or reassure Remus that she was ok. It was only little Teddy who knew her secrets, and he would keep them for her.

Yes she loved Remus and her parents, but it was nothing compared to the love she felt for the child in her arms. She had carried him, grown him in her belly for nine months and brought him to the world, pink and screaming. The moment he’d been laid on her chest, she knew she would do anything to keep him safe.

Teddy snuffled in his sleep, and his light snores brought a soft smile to her face. She ran her hand softly across his hair, which had turned sandy brown in his sleep. From the bed, Remus’ soft snores matched his sons and warmed her heart.

There was a war raging beyond their walls, but here and now, Tonks was going to enjoy her family.

#remadora #nymphadora tonks #remus lupin #teddy lupin

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hornyhornyhimbos · 11 months ago

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can we get a glimpse into the future of how cowboy steve and reader are doing? do they still own the bar he bought for them and do they have kids? it would be cute to see steve have a mini him that loves to ride bulls

so so sorry for just now getting around to posting this!! more on that later but for now, i hope you enjoy!!!!

"When She Says Baby" ~ S. Harrington

Summary: Excitement is high as the Harringtons celebrate the two year anniversary of opening their little bar. But for Reader, anxiety is also high as her yearly gynecologist's appointment rolls around…

Pairing: Bull Rider!Steve Harrington x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 3,285

Content Warning: MINORS DNI (18+ content) unprotected piv sex, creampie, oral f!receiving, fingering f!receiving, breeding kink, daddy kink, sorta cockwarming but not really, sorta dubious consent (they're in an established relationship but were both tipsy beforehand), dirty talk, explicit language, alcohol consumption, lmk if i missed anything!

Extra Notes: i haven't really written a breeding kink before so if this is bad, i apologize // also really could've sworn i queued this yesterday so let's all pretend it's still filthy friday, ok??

Based On: the rest of this series and the ask mentioned above!

Originally Written: 06/23/2023 through 06/28/2023

filthy fridays | stranger things masterlist

Your veins had been burning all day with some mixture of adrenaline, excitement and anxiety.

It was the two year anniversary of opening Harrington's Honky-Tonk, which Steve had reluctantly agreed on calling it, and the day had been filled with preparation for the big party that night. Fans had come from just about anywhere in Indiana and the surrounding states when they heard Steve Harrington was celebrating the momentous occasion with half-off drinks and a big announcement at the end of the night.

Your day, however, started to go a little differently when you arrived at your gynecologist's office for your yearly check-up.

You weren't necessarily nervous because of something potentially bad. It wasn't like you were pregnant, you and Steve used two different types of protection nearly every time you had sex. And it definitely wasn't like you had an STI, considering you and Steve had been loyal to each other for so many years.

No, what had you anxious was the fact that you needed your IUD replaced. Or, maybe you didn't…

Every part of your brain knew you should've talked to Steve before the appointment about what route to take. You were a hundred percent positive that getting pregnant was nowhere in the cards for the near future. Still, some part of you knew having the IUD replaced wasn't what you wanted. So, instead of getting it replaced, you decided to simply have the old one taken out.

Some weird jumble of both guilt and relief fluttered around in your stomach the whole afternoon and into the night. The only time you'd found a tiny bit of solace was in the two shots of vodka you'd downed at the party, but toward the end of the night, it had certainly worn off and the feeling from before quickly returned.

Steve must've noticed, pulling you away from the bar and into the back room. You were tempted to down a whole bottle of vodka from the rack beside you rather than admit your secret to him, but thought better of it.

"You alright?" he asked, his hand brushing yours as if asking permission to hold it. Despite being married for over a year now and having been together for five years in total, he was still a gentleman. Holding doors for you, giving you the last of his fries, and asking permission on almost everything were practically daily occurrences with Steve around.

You nodded softly, despite being the exact opposite of that seven letter word he'd just used. "I'm okay, just stressed about tonight."

Steve's big announcement was the whiskey brand he'd been working on, and while you weren't all that nervous about the fans' reactions—you knew it would go over well, the way his fans adored him—part of you had still been a little scared about the financial aspect of it. Starting a new company was difficult—you'd both experienced that firsthand.

One of his hands moved up to cup your cheek, distracting you from your current train of thought. His thumb rubbed soft lines along your skin. "Hey, whatever happens happens, right?" he reassured you. He pulled you up for a soft kiss on the forehead, greeting you with an even softer smile when he pulled away. "It'll be okay, I promise."

'Whatever happens happens,' his words rang through your head like an alarm you wanted so desperately to turn off. Your mind wandered back to your secret, and hoped that those words would apply once again whenever you told him.

The rest of the night went by surprisingly fast and smoothly, you and Steve loosening up a little over some Jack and Cokes and a round of line dancing that neither of you were sure how you'd gotten roped into. His announcement even went over well—considering all the excited shouts and whooping that rang throughout the bar in response—and Steve seemed to be at an all time high when he pulled you toward the staircase.

In fact, you were sure you'd never seen a smile as big as the one Steve was sporting as he picked you up bridal-style, carrying you up the stairs and into your shared apartment.

The two of you had originally planned on buying a house in a nearby neighborhood, but when things fell through, you both realized just how much you liked the idea of turning the upstairs area of the bar into an apartment. Flash forward two and a half years and now, the place was transformed into a cozy little one bedroom apartment, littered with Steve's various awards and many, many pairs of cowboy (and cowgirl) boots.

Your arms were wrapped tight around his neck, a gentle smile tugging at your own lips as he kicked the door shut with his foot. Seeing Steve so excited was almost enough to distract you from the impending news you had yet to deliver.

Steve set you down on the floor, his hands making their way to your hips while his mouth locked on yours. "Did you know I love you more than anyone has ever put into words?" he asked between kisses, one hand traveling from your hip to your ass. It had been so long since Steve had gotten tipsy, you'd almost forgotten how frisky alcohol could make him.

Guilt twisted into a tight knot in the pit of your stomach. Pulling away, you decided it was best to just rip off the band-aid. You couldn't hold back any longer, you felt like you'd explode if you did. "You can't say things like that when I'm about to tell you something that'll make you hate me forever."

His face softened as he stepped closer to you. A gentle kiss brushed over your forehead before his eyes greeted yours. "I doubt you could ever do that," he countered, his hands moving back to your waist.

Your eyes parted from his, looking down at his boots and wondering just how you of all people got lucky enough to marry the best man in the whole world. A deep sigh left your mouth before the words you'd been dreading followed. "I went to the gyno today."

"Oh, yeah, your yearly appointment was today. How'd that go?"

You forced your eyes to meet his, and the remorseful feeling in your stomach twisted and writhed even harder when you saw the soft honey color that had settled in them. After that, the words tumbled out so fast that even you couldn't believe he had that much of an influence on you. "She took out my IUD! There, I said it! Stop looking at me like that!"

A string of chuckles tumbled from his lips as he bent down, his mouth melding to yours again. You couldn't lie, you were definitely shell-shocked from this unexpected reaction.

"Don't you get it?" you all but screamed as your mouths parted. "She took it out! As in, she didn't replace it! Doesn't that make you the least bit angry with me for not asking first?"

Steve shook his head as the grin from earlier made its way back to his mouth. "No, it doesn't. It's your body, you can do whatever you so please with it. It does mean a lot though that you care about my opinion so much."

Guilt was overpowered by the biggest wave of love you'd ever felt for this man. "You do realize we have to be extra careful now, right? Like, no going without a condom, taking morning after pills, the whole nine yards of precaution."

The honey color that swirled in his irises quickly turned to a lustful black. "Who said?"

You felt like you were experiencing whiplash from the amount of different emotions you'd felt in the past five minutes. You couldn't lie, you weren't opposed to having kids, but you had been absolutely positive Steve didn't want them right now, so his words definitely took you by surprise.

Your eyebrows furrowed together, but not a second later, Steve kissed away the confused crease between them. "But-"

He shook his head, already knowing exactly what you were going to say. "I never wanted to wait. Sure, a lot has happened in the past few years so the timing wouldn't have been great, but not for one second did I not want to have kids with you."

Happy tears filled your eyes as you pulled him down for a long kiss, adoration flowing from the top of your head all the way down to the tips of your toes. His hands slipped into your back pockets as he deepened the kiss, his tongue all but forcing its way into your mouth.

You pulled him ever so close, your limbs entangling like they belonged to one another. His mouth moved away from yours and down to your neck, sucking on the pulse point and eliciting a moan. Steve chuckled, pulling you toward the bed but not once removing his lips from your body.

Somewhere along the way, he kicked off his boots before pushing you back on the bed. He tugged off your sneakers, tossing them toward the shoe rack, then making quick work of your jeans. "What do you say?" he asked, kissing you again, harder and needier than he had before. "Do you want that?"

"Please," you all but begged, your hands meeting his back, nails raking the skin beneath his shirt.

"Please… what?" he asked, tossing off the skin-tight tee shirt he'd been sporting. After seeing the way it hugged the muscles of his arms and the dips of his chest and stomach, you'd been desperate for him to take it off since the moment he put it on.

Your breathing sped up as you thought about your answer. "Please," you repeated, "wanna make you a daddy. A real daddy."

His eyes were completely lust-blown by now, his fingers drawing tantalizing circles on your thigh as he leaned down to meet your still-clothed core with a soft kiss. "I like the way you think, princess."

He made quick work of your panties, his lips immediately connecting to your clit. He hummed in pleasure, the vibration only pushing you closer to the edge. Over the years, Steve had found all the perfect ways to unravel you, and you knew it wouldn't be long before you were cumming.

"Steve," you whined, your hands intertwining in his already messy hair. You guided him to where you needed him most, his tongue dipping inside you while his nose bumped against your clit. Your legs wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer.

He parted from you with a low laugh, your eyes rolling in both frustration and want. "Can't help it," he said, kissing your pussy again, "Gotta make sure she's ready for me."

His tongue slipped back into your hole, your wetness surely soaking the stubble that covered his cheeks. Moans and whines tumbled from your mouth, one after the other, until you were on the brink of falling apart. Your veins burned with arousal, your eyes nearly rolling to the back of their sockets when his mouth moved up to your clit, replacing his tongue easily with two fingers.

Fingertips grazed your G-spot, and in an instant, you were coming undone, all but screaming his name as you came on his tongue.

Slowly, he pulled his fingers out before holding them up to your parted lips. "Suck," Steve instructed, dark eyes meeting your glassy ones. You didn't hesitate, swirling your tongue around the digits and taking in the taste of your essence.

You worked to control your breathing as his fingers tugged at the hem of your shirt, slowly pulling it over your head, his eyes nearly popping out at the sight of your breasts and the way they all but spilled out of your bra. "Just think," he started, pulling one of them out of the cup and palming at it, his fingers twisting the bud and drawing out a mewl from your lips, "Gonna be so pretty and big." Steve was a huge fan of your boobs anyway, but you knew he was going to be utterly obsessed with how big they'd get if or when you got pregnant.

His lips wrapped around your nipple while he palmed at the neglected one. Your eyes rolled in desire, a small, "Fuck," falling from your lips.

Steve forced himself to remove his lips from you, knowing he'd stay there for hours if he didn't. He shoved his pants and boxers off in one swift motion, throwing them in the general direction of the bathroom. His cock sprung up, and you swore you'd never felt as carnal for him as you did at that moment.

"You ready?" he asked, being ever the gentleman. You nodded and in a second, he was pushing inside you. Groans and expletives tumbled from Steve's lips, his head falling forward as he slowly slid in. "Fuuuck," he sighed heavily, "I love you."

"Not as much- shit- as I love you," you exhaled, shifting your hips and chasing down the rest of his length. The crescent moons of your fingernails dug into his back, surely on the verge of making him bleed.

He slowly pulled out and pushed back in, beginning to create that perfect rhythm only he knew how to provide you with. "Yeah? Love me so much you're gonna- fuck- carry my baby around? Let everyone know who got you in that state?"

A soft whimper slipped from your tongue as you managed a nod, rutting your hips in an attempt to speed up Steve's motions.

"So needy," he teased, canting his hips faster, fast enough to catch you off guard. His cock brushed your sensitive spot, your back arching off the bed in response. "Just so ready for me to fill you up, huh?"

You whined, pulling him down with one hand while the other still scraped at his spine. Your mouths connected in a messy kiss, surely leaving your lips swollen when he pulled away. "Please," you begged again, "fill me up, daddy."

A guttural groan rolled off his tongue as his hips pistoned harder, his heavy balls slapping against you as he chased down his high. "Your wish is my command, sweetheart," he replied, his lips meeting the dip of your breasts. "Gonna get you all pretty and full, over and over again. Gonna remind you of the only man that can fill you like that."

Your pussy fluttered around him, your orgasm quickly approaching. "Fuck, Steve!" you exclaimed, surely loud enough for the people downstairs to hear. "I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me, baby," he said, somehow making the phrase sound encouraging yet filthy at the same time. "Cum all over daddy's cock, yeah?"

Whimpers and moans tumbled off your tongue as you fell apart underneath him, your hands grasping at his shoulders to steady yourself. Your toes curled, digging into his hips and pulling him even further inside you.

His hips rutted in a sloppy rhythm and you knew it wouldn't be long before he was cumming too. He sucked a harsh kiss on the dip of your neck, surely leaving a hickey in his wake. "God, you're gonna be so pretty. All knocked up with my babies. Showing everyone how willing you were for me to fill you up and fuck you right."

His name fell from your lips like a record stuck on a loop, a mantra you needed in order to survive. The overstimulation was too much and not enough all at once, your eyes crossing in pure pleasure as yet another orgasm built within you.

One of his hands gripped yours, lacing his large digits in between your smaller ones, his thumb rubbing soft lines along the back of your hand. Steve stopped mid-thrust, his previously dark eyes turning to gentle ones, and you swore you saw tears forming in them. He took a deep breath before leaning down to kiss you, a soft kiss so different from the rough, longing kisses from before. A smile pulled at his lips when he moved away, his eyes meeting yours.

"You sure about this? Last chance," he kidded, but you could tell there was some seriousness hidden behind his playful tone.

You nodded before kissing him again, your opposite hand slipping into his hair again and giving it a gentle tug. "I'm ready," you reassured him, now nearly on the brink of tears yourself. "Been ready since the day I laid eyes on you, cowboy."

He pushed back in, slowly building back up his pace and working both of you back to the brink of orgasm. His lips parted into an open 'O' as he thrusted one last time, emptying all that he had inside you as you climaxed for a third time.

It was by no means the first time you'd gone without a condom, but something about this time was different. Maybe it was knowing that you no longer had an IUD, maybe it was the risk of it sticking this time. Whatever it was, it had you feeling a closeness to Steve that you weren't sure you'd ever felt before.

He flipped the two of you over, allowing you to fall limp on top of him. Your chests heaved in lousy attempts to calm your breathing, the only noise filling the air being that of your exhales. His palm abandoned yours, moving up to your back and sliding soft lines up and down your spine. Parted lips greeted your scalp with a gentle kiss, before they moved down to your forehead, finally stopping at your own lips as he turned your face towards his.

"Stevie?" you said, looking up at him through previously mascara-coated lashes, the makeup surely having been sweated off by now.

"Yeah?" he answered, grazing another peck across your forehead.

You hated to ruin the moment but… "I need to pee."

A goofy grin formed on his face as he rolled you back over, gripping his hands around your thighs and keeping you wrapped around him. His cock was still buried inside you, still pressed against your sweet spot, still finding a way to make you moan despite barely having moved. "Sorry, can't do that."

Your head fell back against the mattress, a frustrated growl falling your lips. Sure, you weren't really all that frustrated—you could eat, sleep, and breathe with Steve's dick buried inside you and it still wouldn't be enough—but you really did need to pee, and you knew this was the only way you'd get him to pull out. "I'm gonna piss all over you and the bed if you don't let me move."

A sly smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth. "Kinky," he chuckled, "I like that in a woman."

You couldn't help the snicker that he elicited out of you. Still, you shook your head in protest. "Please? I really do need to pee."

"Gotta make sure it sticks," he countered, pulling you closer to him, if that was even possible.

This time, a smirk pulled at your lips. "I doubt it won't stick, considering how hard you just fucked me," you argued. "But I'll tell you what. If you let me go pee, you can try again," you paused, kissing his neck, "and again," a kiss on his earlobe, "and again," a final kiss on those plump, pink lips you loved so much, "until it finally does stick. How 'bout that?"

He slowly pulled out, low mewls exiting both of your mouths in sync. Steve moved just enough for you to stand up, his palm slapping your ass playfully as you began to walk away. "You wanna know something?"

"What's that?" you asked, flicking on the bathroom light.

He followed you into the bathroom, his eyes turning dark once again. "I like the way you think, cowgirl."

So... surprise??

I really did mean to post this however many months ago when I got the request. But I guess I was just never really happy with this fic and I wanted to re-write it or just trash the idea and start over but nothing really ever felt right. So I'm sticking with the original and hoping you guys enjoy! I have so much more to come for this cowboy and his girl but for now, this is where they are.

To the anon who requested this, I hope you're still around. Sorry I kept you waiting for so long. I hope it was somewhat worth the wait ❤️

-> taglist: @dungeons-are-too-cold @rupsmorge @writer-in-theory @esoltis280 @liberhoe @wifeyreid @serenity-lattes-reads

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turanga4 · 1 year ago

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@hinnymicrofic , December 30th prompt (same as title). 350ish words. Thanks thanks to the hosts for so much love and effort for such a long time! 💕

“You barely touched your cake tonight,” Ginny said softly.

A pall dropped over Harry’s face. “Did your mother notice? I’m sorry. I tried.”

They both looked down then, from the roof down to the garden. She wondered if he was remembering the same things that she was, beneath their halting conversation about the day’s events. His birthday was the first party they’d all had since the War ended; of course they’d both be thinking of the one a year ago.

Purple lanterns, purple streamers. His godson still a secret: Tonks’ belly, Tonks’ hand. Fred had caught a gnome again, and tried to make it sing.

She remembered how urgently he had kissed her back.

His quiet confession brought her back to the present. “I didn’t think I’d have this. Any of it, really. It’s…it’s a lot.”

“Too much?” she asked, voice gentle.

He sighed. “Just….just, more.”

“Let it be just enough for tonight, Harry. Please.” As she reached into her pocket, her throat tightened around all the things she couldn’t say. The things she knew her mother had put in the birthday cake, the sweetness that Ginny had kept wrapped up in gold cloth for him. He still didn’t eat quite as much as he used to.

“One bite. Close your eyes. I did that, sometimes, last year.” The need she’d felt came back to her—to make that little world, to take strength from being fed. How carefully she’d imagined the things that had grown and come together to lead to that small moment, her alive in a castle with salt on her tongue.

Butter. Sugar. Flour. Grief. He did just as she’d said, and it almost hurt to look at him, like it hurt to look at Teddy. To see grass over Fred’s grave. She pulled her eyes away from him before he opened his.

“There’s still a bit left,” murmured Harry, pressing the fork down the center of the crumb. “And you didn’t have much, either.”

She matched his fragile smile and they finished off the cake.

#harry potter fan fiction #harry potter #ginny weasley #hinny microfic

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aj-mblvck · 8 months ago

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The Marauders Reunited

word count: 2,200

tw/cw: mention of death in passing and the afterlife

a/n: this is based to be in my fic - mention of MCs and the Rosier family briefly.

Remus opened his eyes in a panic. Taking in a deep but shaking gasp of breath. He scanned the large room - it was similar to Grimmauld Place, but this was brighter. It had life to it unlike it had before. He moved up from the bed and looked for Tonks, his wife. Where was his wife? He left the room.

"Tonks!" He walked around the hallway, panic overtaking him. He could have sworn he heard the words of the killing curse before he blacked out but hoped it had been aimed at someone else, as sad and selfish as it was, he hoped it wasn't someone he loved. He couldn't handle more loss. How did he get here? He wondered as he scanned the rooms. Was he unconscious for a prolonged time? "Tonks!" Nothing. The halls seemed longer than usual, more doors than he remembered. Was this a trick? Where was his wife? "Nymphadora!" He knew she hated it, but nobody was answering him. Where was everybody? "Harry! Arthur!" He called out any name he could. He heard someone hush in a nearby room, and from that room walked his wife. Beautiful as she always was, healthy and standing. Definitely not dead.

"Remus." Her voice was soft. A bit sorrowful too, but he didn't care. He knew now that whoever he lost, he had her to support him through it. He rushed up and hugged her, kissing her passionately. She laughed and stepped back, taking a long, amusing look at him. "Nymphadora,” She playfully smacked his arm. “Really?" He shook his head and cupped her face, admiring her eyes. She looked as beautiful as the day he first saw her. Her skin was flawless and unmarked.

"You weren't answering me, I thought you were dead." Her face fell before she offered a small smile, tilting into his hand.

"Remus, I-" She stopped talking as his eyes fell behind her in shock, tears released from him without his permission. They were slow, relentless tears that trailed one by one for what was surely ages. In front of him was a handsome young man who held a striking resemblance to his best friend, his best friend who had died not even two years before this moment.

"No." Remus shook his head and backed away. "No." Sirius leaned against the door frame and smirked, nodding once. The way he did millions of times before, his method of assurance. Similarly, he would do it to reassure Remus that a prank was successful or when he told Remus that James and Lily were having Harry. It was almost a comfort to the idea, Sirius was trying to comfort Remus in his own death.

"I expected more of an exciting greeting, Mooney." Remus looked at his own hands, half expecting himself to be translucent. He looked back up to see Sirius with a slight frown. He nodded again as if to reassure Remus that his worry was true. He knew he should hug Sirius, having watched him get murdered and now he stood in front of him in the nearest thing to flesh and bone he could, but he had partly hoped this was a dream. What a lovely yet cruel dream for his mind to manifest. He blinked once and then smirked in disbelief at Sirius. This felt like no dream he had before.

"You are early, old friend." Remus froz as his face fell, the voice came from behind him. It couldn't be. He refused to look away from Sirius. He covered his mouth as more tears fell, and Tonks touched his arm, offering him a reassuring smile when he looked at her.

"Remus, it is okay." She spoke it softly and he looked at her for a moment before finally turning around. There he stood, Remus felt his knees weaken but refused to let them falter.

"Trully, we assumed you would be ecstatic to see the Marauder's all together again." James said, crossing his arms similarly to Sirius, Lily Potter stood in front of him. A smile across her face. "Come on then." James said, opening his arms wide. Remus hesitated for a moment, but of course, he did. A million different thoughts were running through his mind, and every other one was Teddy. James shook his head and walked past Lily, pulling Remus into a hug, Sirius joined the hug. Remus, however, did not hug back. He stood frozen. Padfoot and Prongs gripping him tight, this allowed Remus to finally collapse. He let his legs finally give in to the shock, but he didn't waiver toward the ground. James and Sirius did what they had time and time again in their final years. They lifted him up just enough to gather his footing.

After several moments of them just holding Remus as he let tears fall, surely not a sob but just shockful tears as he looked between them all, Lily finally hugged him. Just her. James pulled Sirius aside despite quiet and light retorts. She moved away from Remus and grabbed ahold of his hands, the other three around them.

"Remus, I can never thank you enough for what you did for Harry. Despite your own hardships, you persevered. You did well, so well that my son knew he was loved.” Remus looked at her, fear across his face, but her look alone spoke before she did, the prideful smile she held on her face. "He did it, Tom Riddle is no more. You even helped post-mortem, some part of your soul, but the energy you used sort of short circuited you, we have been waiting for you to return." Remus felt a sort of relief overcome him, Harry wasn't here. That was all that mattered. He looked to Tonks as Teddy crossed his mind again. "But Remus." Remus looked back at Lily, and she squeezed his hands once. "You and Sirius did wonders in making Harry feel the love that James and I could not in his most needed times. Thank you dearly for that." She hugged him once again, but he was speechless. He turned to Tonks, and she smiled. Who would do that for Teddy.

"Teddy will be okay, Remus." He shook his head. He never even had the chance to prove to himself that he could be a father worth having. Teddy would never get to know Remus or Tonks. "Remus, if you think for a moment that my mother or the Weasleys or Rosiers - or Harry for that matter will go a day without a story about us, then I am not sure you are right in the mind." Remus shrugged - scoffing as Sirius put an arm around him, patting his chest lightly.

"Well, I am dead, and it will take more than a single moment for me to accept that." Lily nodded as the marauders laughed. She ushered the group into the room that Tonks had exited. There sat a man, facing away from them. Remus only needed to see the black curls to know who it was. He stepped forward and then stopped. One look at Sirius was enough for him to beg the question, to give in to any possible hopes. James seemed to be smiling nearly ear to ear. Each Marauder had their best friend - could this be James'. "Reggie?" The man turned with a smile, and Remus laughed, walking up to hug him. Regulus patted Remus on the back as they hugged tightly. Remus backed away and looked around the room at the people before him. Everyone he lost, the ones that left a hole in his soul - his very being, everyone that made his life full of light when they were living. They were right here.

"Well, this is quite the reunion of people, if I do say." Regulus said, laughing heartily. Remus moved to stand next to Tonks, and she wrapped an arm around him. Falling into him and smiling.

"Would you like to see him?" Remus looked at Lily, questioning. "Each door here, you walk through it, and it brings you where you want to be. It is how we have kept a close eye on Harry and all of you." Regulus nodded and moved forward. All of them? How often on his full mooned nights, when he felt ever lonely, was Prongs and his doe standing beside him? How many months of his life ending thoughts had they witnessed?

"Teddy is under the care of my cousin, Andromeda." Reggie said, a throwing glance to Tonks who nodded and smiled.

"My mum. Yes, Regulus and I have been watching him. He cries, like there is no tomorrow, and even though we have no sense of time, I often feel as though maybe he is crying for ages." Tonks looked saddened at the thought, and Remus kissed the top of her head. He was about to reassure her before Lily pitched in.

"Harry cried for us when we died. Children have a better sense for it. They truly know when a loved one is lost." Tonks smiled softly and sorrowfully at Lily's words. Regulus patted Remus on the back.

"Yes, speaking of which, I believe Teddy is with them - uhm, Harry and Ginny now." Regulus walked, and Remus began to follow, but then he stopped.

"Who all did we lose, during the battle?" Tonks looked at him a bit shocked and looked around the room. Almost as though, she herself forgot.

"Um, well Fred, nearly. Weasley." Remus felt a rush of relief that Fred hadn't died.

"Blasted thing too, I wanted to see the look on his face when he found out good Ole Professor Lupin and Mr. Potter were two of four marauders." Regulus chuckled at his own words, and Sirius nodded.

"Imagine his shock that his brother's rat was number four." Remus shook his head with a smile, happy to see the two joking with each other. Lily continued.

"Maxis as well, nearly, but both are recovering splendidly." Remus took in a breath of relief. Seeing as no other member of the Rosier family was mentioned, he felt safe in thinking they would recover nicely. "And yes, Maddie makes her fair share of appearances, but Ava has needed her in these passing years. She is rarely away from her." Remus smiled at the thought that one day Rhydian and Madeleine would reunite. "Severus was here." Remus frowned and looked at James, who was shockingly calm at the words.

"For a short moment, he greeted Lily and apologized to everyone for his behavior." James nodded. "Though, I returned the apology. And thanked him for always keeping an eye out for Harry. I believe he isn't moving on, though. Future generations will see him in the halls of Hogwarts. Something that leads me to believe that pranks and Peeves will become things of the past." James said it only half-joking, and Remus smiled.

"We can visit the ghosts of the castle, and we can even touch physical beings. We feel it, and they don't. I have tried to wipe mum's tears and even hold Teddy, but to no avail." Tonks' voice cracked, and he hugged her. Kissing the top of her head and resting his forehead against hers before Sirius spoke from beside him.

"It isn't all that bad. Look at me. I am young again! So are you! You just can't see yourself." Sirius said, patting Remus on the back. "Not that you'd want to, you and your ugly mug." Sirius easily dodged the swing of Remus' hand as they laughed. His fears and anxieties began to wash away from him.

"I hope Harry tells the twins that we are the Marauder's." Regulus said, and Sirius looked at him with a cocked brow.

"We? I only see Prongs, Mooney, and" He gestured to himself. "Padfoot here." James leaned forward with a smirk at Reggie, a hopeful glance that he finally considered himself one of them. "Wormtail is no longer among the living, but we haven't run into him yet." Regulus nodded and crossed his arms to Sirius' words. A smirk tugging at his lips. "His own hand." Sirius put his hand to his neck and mimicked it.

"I am an honorary member at this point." Remus laughed. “Especially since wormtail should have been exiled years ago.”

"I have spent the better half of 16 years trying to get you to say that, Sirius too since he woke up here. You say it for ole Mooney?" James said, stepping forward and pointing to Remus with feigned assault. Regulus shrugged, earning a wrestling match with James as Lily and Tonks sat down to discuss Teddy.

Everyone continued to joke and talk, and catch up on their lives (or lack thereof). He learned of what he can and cannot do, how time passes and where they will be in the finale if not here. If there have ever been bright lights to follow or just Grimmauld Place. He visited Teddy. Watched him grow and marry, he watched Harry have his beautiful children, watched Fred and George teach all their tricks to the young ones. The map went down for generations, eventually receiving a much needed upgrade after the war.

They all were dead, happily ever after. The Marauders (plus) reunited once again and some say they can hear the laughs of mischievous boys and their tolerant lovers in the halls before Gryffindor tower.

Thanks for reading. This one has been in the vault for a while, and it's just something short, but I hope you like it.

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ourloveisforthelovely · 2 years ago

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Black Heart Part 8

Regulus Black AU

Request: Will you write a Regulus x Reader fic where Regulus is older than the reader? She comes to help the Order and Regulus falls in love with her. The relationship isn’t easy because of the war and Regulus’ denial that he would be a good boyfriend.

Summary: Admitting that he was in love had never been something that Regulus wanted to do. Now that you were in his life, Regulus didn’t know how to react. Should he love you or push you away just like he had everyone else?

Rating: M

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Link to Part 7

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“I’m really not ready to go back to reality.”

Regulus commented as he unlocked the door to Grimmauld Place. After two weeks away, Regulus had gotten completely comfortable with the “drama-free easy” existence that the two of you had. There was no war, no order, no secret missions that could kill him it was just the two of you happy and free.

Maybe someday…when all of this is over we can run away someplace and be happy.

That was the thought that was keeping Regulus going.

You placed a hand on the small of Regulus’ back stopping his gloomy yet hopeful thoughts.

“Hopefully it will all be over soon.”

You said, softly. Regulus only nodded. He hated going back in a terrible mood but he was in one. After being away from Grimmauld Place for two weeks, Regulus quickly began to realize how badly the house wore on him. If Regulus didn’t know any better, he would say that it was Grimmauld Place that made him so damn moody.

It only makes sense. This house is a damn mood killer.

Regulus thought before turning to look at you. You gave him a sweet smile that made Regulus stop in his place. He stood a moment before turning back to you. Cupping the side of your face, he pulled your body to his.

“When all of this is over, I am taking an oily rag and a match to this place. We can take our babies and move someplace else.”

You had the feeling that Regulus wasn’t joking. If he had an excuse to get rid of his family home, he would probably take it. You gently pushed a strand of windblown curls away from Regulus’ face.

“When you do it be sure to call Sirius. I’m sure he would love to make smores.”

You were relieved when Regulus smiled at that one. When he had woken up in a mood from hell earlier, you were afraid that he would be this way for days.

“We can both light a match at the same time. I have waited a long time to see this place go up in flames…I won’t be robbed of it because I’m being nice to my older brother.”

Regulus quietly thought about the time when he was five and he set fire to the living room drapes. Sirius was the one that took the fall for him and got the cruciatus curse so Regulus wouldn’t be harmed. Regulus was once again reminded how, despite Sirius being super annoying and loud, he did care about his brother.

“I’m sure we can arrange something…just like we can like we can go upstairs and you can take my lingerie off with your teeth.”

You suggested as you let one hand drop to Regulus’ belt buckle. When he groaned, you couldn’t help but smile.

“Love, we have an Order meeting and now I’m going to have to walk in there with an erection.”

Kissing Regulus softly, you continued to tease him through his pants until the front door opened. Sirius stood watching the two of you with a smirk.

“And we wonder why she’s pregnant?”

Regulus nearly jumped away from you before taking his jacket off and holding it in front of his body.

“Fuck you, Sirius! You standing there watching like a giant pervert!”

Sirius moved out of the way so the two of you could go inside.

“I figured two weeks away would have taken care of all of those hormones.”

“Not a chance.”

Regulus commented as you patted his cheek and went off in search of Molly and Tonks. You had an engagement ring to show them and couldn’t wait any longer.

Regulus meanwhile followed Sirius into the dining room with an annoyed expression on his face. Kreacher came out of nowhere ready to take Regulus’ jacket.

��Master Regulus, Kreacher can take your jacket…”

Regulus shook his head.

“Not at the moment, Kreacher.”

Sirius had sat down on the table and was quietly chuckling. He raised an eyebrow when he saw all of the love bites on Regulus’ neck (that his hair couldn’t cover)

“Have you seen your neck?”

Regulus raised a hand up to his neck and realized that he forgot to conceal a few of the marks that you had left. He quickly got a cocky expression on his face before turning to Sirius.

“She’s an animal, man.”

Sirius shook his head.

“So the conspiracy about pregnant women being super horny is true? Either that or you're catching up on what you didn’t do as a teenager.”

Regulus flipped Sirius off and moved to sit down.

“Fuck you, I did a lot more than you realize. Did anything interesting happen while we were away?”

Sirius’ amused smile faded as Remus came in with Harry behind him. He hated the thought of ruining Regulus’ good mood but it was better that he told him now.

“Well…”

Regulus looked up at that one.

“What do you mean, well?”

Sirius stood up and gently tugged on his own hair a bit.

“Two things…Nicolas came here and basically said he is going to fight you over Y/n. I’m not as concerned with that because I know that you can take him. What does concern me is the fact that Peter Pettigrew just happened to see you with Y/n. If my suspicions are unfortunately right…he probably went and told that crackpot that you used to serve.”

Regulus stood frozen. Sirius winced slightly at the expression on his brother’s face. Regulus didn’t make an expression for a moment before he turned to see you talking to Tonks with a wide smile on your face.

Fuck

Was all that Regulus could say in his mind. You were happy…the two of you were happy. For two fucking weeks, it felt as though the two of you had no worries and now you were both thrown right back into hell’s frying pan.

“I don’t want her to know right now. I don’t want her to be afraid to leave the house…but I also don’t want her to leave the house…”

Sirius stood quietly a moment. His attention had turned to you too. He couldn’t help but feel sorry for not only yourself but Regulus too. Sirius was more than thrilled to see his younger, less sunny, brother happy for once. Sirius hadn’t said anything but it but he never tired of seeing Regulus turn into instant sunshine the moment that you walked into a room. The last thing that Sirius wanted was for that to ever end. Regulus deserved to be happy. You deserved to be happy. Neither of you needed to be worried because some icky creepy little man just happened to ring the “dinner bell.”

“You aren’t going to tell her?”

Sirius questioned as Regulus ran a hand through his hair. Regulus was silent a moment before groaning. Merlin, if this wasn’t one of those “isn’t the results of my actions coming back to bite me in the ass” moments.

“I’ll tell her. I just don’t want to tell her right now…not today. Damn it, what shitty timing.”

Regulus moved to sit down while muttering to himself. Sirius stood a moment before going to sit on the table.

“I mean, would there ever really be a good time for that new?”

Regulus rolled his eyes.

“No, there wouldn’t but its extra shitty right now. I fucking just proposed to her Sirius. I just proposed to her and the babies started moving…now I have to go tell her some little fucktard that I used to work with knows everything about us.”

Sirius winced. Regulus was definitely right on that one. It was an “extra” shitty time.

“To be fair, I never thought that I would see you propose marriage to anyone. So did you do the dramatic getting down on one knee nonsense?”

Regulus shook his head.

“No, not my style.”

Sirius immediately made a face.

“Please tell me that you didn’t tell her that she was marrying you and that was the end of the conversation?”

Regulus stared at his brother for a few moments and quietly wondered how they were related.

“Of course not, you idiot. I did make it romantic…like on the beach…just the two of us.”

Sirius nodded, looking relieved.

“Please tell me Kreacher wasn’t there. He follows the two of you around like crazy. He’s probably up there telling Mother’s portrait all about it, as we speak. Hey! Have you shown Y/n to the crazy old bat yet?”

Regulus instantly shook his head.

“I want her to marry me, Sirius. I don’t want her to leave me.”

“Good thing mum is dead. So the babies are moving huh, that has to be exciting. I can’t wait to have little minions to play with.”

Regulus smirked.

“Yeah, I woke up to them kicking me in the back in the middle of the night. I swear to Merlin, Sirius, if you make them crazy I will murder you in your sleep.”

Sirius chuckled.

“Look, I have accepted that I will never have kids. Now that your getting them I am going to really take on my role of fun uncle and your haughty ass can’t stop me.”

“I really hope the twins totally look the same and they take great pride in fucking with you.”

Sirius looked thoughtful for a moment.

“So, genuinely curious, what are you going to do if they are identical? Is it going to be like with a turtle and put a bit of fingernail varnish on one of their backs so we know which is which?”

Regulus looked immediately disgusted.

“You are NOT doing that to my children! Sirius, even baboons can recognize their own babies.”

“I know but what if you do confuse them? Each kid will think that they are someone else and go through their life with an identity crisis that they HAVE NO IDEA about. That would be horrible. Like you go through life thinking that your name is Helen and you are actually a Myrtle.”

Regulus continued to stare at Sirius as if he was the most insane person that he had ever seen in his life.

“Would you fucking stop? I would never name my children Helen and Myrtle! You are stressing me out! Look, I have already made a couple of systems…to stop any of that from happening. Like, for example, we are going primarily to dress each kid in a second color. Now unless you are colorblind and I do not know it, that system should be easy for you. Second, I know for a fact that once each baby is born they will stamp the hands and feet prints of each kid. If color mismatching happens, we can simply match each baby to their hand print.”

Sirius blinked and was thankful that he wasn’t the only one worrying about this. It sounded like, whether Regulus wanted to admit it, that he had been putting a lot of thought into this matter too. Regulus was probably having an internal crisis when he was told that they were having identical twins and thought of all that stuff to soothe himself.

“And baboons recognize their own babies, huh?”

Regulus flipped Sirius off before leaning back in his chair.

“Shut up.”

Regulus only nodded before the dark thoughts returned. He stood and went into the kitchen where you were talking to Andromeda. The older woman was smiling as she turned to face Regulus. It had been a long time since Andromeda had seen Regulus and now here he stood looking exactly as he had the last time they had spoken.

Andromeda hadn’t said it but she was greatly concerned when Tonks told her that you were dating Regulus. When Tonks let it slip that you were pregnant, Andromeda nearly fainted. Regulus was the last person that she EVER saw you be interested in. You were almost a second daughter to Andromeda and now here you were dating someone extremely dangerous. It wasn’t that Andromeda disliked Regulus. He was just a product of the Black family gone crazy.

Her thoughts on the matter changed when Tonks told her that Regulus wasn’t the person that she thought he was. She learned about Regulus playing double agent, at great risk to himself…after that, all of her thoughts on her younger cousin changed. Once again she was the darling little boy that she remembered.

“There you are.”

You said with a smile on your face. Regulus absolutely hated the thought of telling you the news that was just dropped on him. It made him sick to his stomach. You hadn’t stopped smiling since he put the engagement rings on your finger and felt the babies move for the first time…now he was going to ruin it.

“Hi, Andi. It's nice to see you.”

Regulus said softly as your face turned to his. Your happy smile faded the moment that you realized that something was wrong.

“It's nice to see you too, Regulus. You’ve picked a lovely woman for a wife.”

Regulus couldn’t help the small smile that formed on his face. Of course, he had picked a lovely woman. You were everything that was perfect for him. He hadn’t said it but you had saved him in every way that person could be saved.

“She’s perfect in every way.”

Regulus replied. Andromeda was pleased with his response. After the age of 8, Regulus rarely gave out compliments. When he did make them, it was usually backhanded insults that one could take as a complement. Now here he was seemingly happy with the knowledge that he was about to be a married man and father.

“Y/n, I need to talk to you for a moment.”

You nodded and followed Regulus into the sitting room nearest the kitchen. Regulus shut the door before sitting down. You waited a moment before taking your place on his lap. Whatever seemed to be eating Regulus was bad enough to make him look ready to burn the world down.

“What’s bothering you? You’re making that face.”

Regulus slowly stroked his fingers over your stomach. Everything was a mess now but he wouldn’t let it ruin things between the two of you. For once, he was happy with what life had given him and Voldemort was not going to ruin that for him. The fucking morons that he used to work with were not going to rip apart his life. If Regulus had to kill them all then he would. He used to have no problem with killing people. When it came to his kids and wife, Regulus would have no problem killing for the protection of the three of you.

“I have some bad news. Do you remember me mentioning Peter Pettigrew to you a long time ago?”

You nodded, you had not forgotten that name. In fact, you had not forgotten the name of a single death eater.

“I do…Reggie, what is it? You're making me nervous.”

Regulus tightened his hold on you.

“While we were at the beach, apparently Peter saw us. Sirius and the order believe that he probably went to Voldemort and told him everything. The Order thinks that we, for the time being, need to lay low. If I know anything about Lord Snakeface, he hasn’t forgotten what I figured out about him and how I betrayed him. I didn’t want to tell you but you need to know. I know you love your job but…”

You quickly held a hand up. A surge of fear instantly went through you. The monster of a man that all of you were working so hard to get rid of knew about your children. He knew about you. It didn’t take you being decently smart to realize that Voldemort would eagerly kill both of the twins and yourself to get back at Regulus. Voldemort would take great pleasure in killing everything that Regulus loved the most before torturing him to the point of death.

“I can take some time away. I do love my job but this, us…our family is what matters to me. Regulus, is everything…”

Regulus quickly pulled you into a kiss. He had to stop you from saying “is everything going to be okay?” Regulus couldn’t even let himself begin to think of “what could happen.” He didn’t want to think about how he would handle being without you or his kids-to-be. Regulus would not let himself think about it…because it wasn’t going to happen. Again, Regulus knew how to kill people and he had no shame in doing it.

“Everything will be fine. I want you to just focus on being healthy…I’ll take care of anyone that tries anything whether it be little Peter Pettigrew or giant Malibu Barbie Lucius Malfoy. I’ve beaten them both up before and can do worse. You’re as good as my wife and I’ll never let anything happen to you.”

Regulus knew that you would worry. He knew it was stupid to tell you not to because he was going to be doing it too.

His eyes fell on the engagement ring on your finger. Regulus hadn’t even thought of the wedding. He had wanted to marry you before the babies were born or before Lucius Malfoy had a chance to run around and talk about “Regulus Black having bastard children with some whore.”

“We can still have the wedding that you want…we can do it now or later…I’m not changing my mind on you.”

You were quiet for a moment before stroking your fingers through Regulus’ curls.

“Maybe with it being a bad time is what will make it a good time. Molly said we could have it at their place. You know how pretty it is. It doesn’t have to be some queen’s grand roadshow of an event. It can be something small. Just our friends. I don’t think you want anything over the top and I personally don’t want that…all of those eyes on us..no thank you.”

You were relieved when Regulus smiled. He pulled gently pulled you back down for another kiss.

“That's why I love you”

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asnarkyandironicusername · 1 year ago

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Day 30 of @remadoramicrofics - Scream

Remus let them into the apartment. He barely had the door closed when Tonks was on him, kissing up his throat and his jaw, working her way almost teasingly to his lips.

“Mrs. Lupin, slow down, we have the whole night ahead of us,” he chuckled against her lips.

“Oh, God, Mr. Lupin, I can’t wait all night,” she moaned, walking backwards through the apartment and pulling him along with her, occasionally letting him guide her around errant furniture. She unfastened his shirt slowly, pushing it off of his shoulders before turning her attention to his belt. By the time they reached the bedroom, he was left in his boxers and socks and she wore nothing but the skimpy bridal set she had bought on a whim.

Remus held her out and admired her. “My god, Nymphadora.”

She pulled him into a messy kiss as she pressed him back towards the bed. “A-are you sure? About…this?” he stammered as she knelt in front of him. God was he a sight – eyes bright and cheeks tinged red, his hair mussed from her tangling her fingers in it.

“Yes, yes, I’m so sure,” she said breathily.

Remus kissed her jaw before moving down her neck, sucking on her pulse point. She rocked her hips as he fondled her breasts. He pulled the chemise over her head and greedily sucked a nipple into his mouth. Tonks threw her head back as he nibbled on the sensitive nub. “Is this okay? I think…maybe it’d be better if I…I was on top.”

He nodded before pulling her in for a deep kiss. When they parted, he rested his forehead against hers and whispered, “Nymphadora, we don’t…I don’t want to do anything that you don’t.”

“I want this,” she told him. “God, I want this.”

Remus smiled at her, “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“And you’ll tell me if it gets to be too much?”

“Promise,” she whispered.

“Good,” he said as he leaned back, “Come here.” he rested both hands on her ass and pushed her forward, throwing off her balance.

She braced a splayed hand on his chest as she stammered, “You don’t have to, I –”

“Nymphadora, I’ve been thinking about tasting you for weeks. Now, please, come here.”

She felt her face flush at his admission as she slid forward. Remus pressed an open mouth kiss to the inside of her knee before moving up the inside of her thigh. Tonks held her breath as he reached higher and higher but let it out in a huff of disappointment as he restarted the process on the other leg. “Don’t tease,” she whined.

“Hasn’t anyone told you that patience is a virtue?”

“Do I look like a saint to you?”

Remus smirked up at her. “You look pretty divine from this angle,” he admitted.

Tonks felt her face flush, but didn’t dwell on it as Remus buried his nose in her. She cried out as he first swiped over her clit. Her hand found its way into his hair, threading her fingers through it and dragging her nails over his scalp. He moaned softly as he kneaded her asscheeks. She whimpered at his almost grueling pace, alternating between quick swipes of his tongue and sucking on her clit.

She bit the back of her free hand but Remus reached up and pulled it from her mouth. “I want to hear you, Nymphadora.”

“Yes,” she babbled as he returned to his teasing patterns. “Oh, Remus, just like that.”

He dropped his hand down to her thigh before he began to piston a finger in and out of her. “Oh god, yes, oh. Remus, I…Oh, I’m going to –” she gasped as he added a second finger. Her babbling spurred him on. And she felt the coil of heat in her stomach snap. She came with a shout and Remus worked her through her orgasm.

She panted heavily as she moved back, meeting Remus for a sloppy kiss. “That was amazing,” she whispered as she shifted her weight onto her knees as she slid onto his cock. He groaned as his head fell back.

Tonks continued to rock her hips as she kissed the column of his throat and sucked love bites onto his collar bone. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “I want to hear you.” She nipped his ear lobe playfully.

“It feels - ohhhh,” he broke off in a moan as Tonks ground her hips down on his cock.

“How does it feel?” She teased as she clenched around him.

He nipped a trail up her chest before pressing his nose to the crook of her neck.

He gripped her hips bruisingly and began to thrust up into her. Remus growled as he delivered a particularly hard thrust. “Oh yes,” she gasped, “yes, yes,” she babbled around gasps as she gyrated her hips in time with Remus’s thrusts.

She practically whined as he pressed tight circles around her clit with his thumb. His hand and his hips picked up speed. Tonks rolled her hips with his thrusts and he moaned. “Oh Nymphadora, you’re perfect, you’re so hot,” he said as she clenched around him. A few more thrusts and he climaxed, holding her flush to him.

He sighed as he laid back and guided her to settle on top of him. She let her head rest on his chest, listening to his thundering heart.

Eventually, he shifted them so they were properly laying on the bed. He buried his nose in the crown of her head. “God, Nymphadora, I love you.”

Tonks snuggled into him. “I love you, too,” She said, “I love you so much.”

#remadora microfics #remadora smut #remadora wedding night #remus lupin fanfiction #nymphadora tonks #remus lupin #remus x nymphadora #remus x tonks #nymphadora tonks fanfic #nymphadora lupin #I did a smut piece from Remus's POV so I had to do one from Tonks's POV

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rmwb-fanfics · 2 years ago

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@hinnymicrofic Prompt 8: Alone

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“Nappies are under the-“

“Sink — for some reason, yeah,” Harry filled in, smiling nervously.

Andromeda raked a hand through her hair. “I know that you’ve both got this, I know that,” she looked up pityingly at Harry and Ginny, who both stood awkwardly around the front door. “Just… oh, it’s been so long since… well,”

“Which is exactly why you deserve a break,” Ginny reasoned. “Go and have, well, try to have a good night with your sister,”

Andromeda closed her eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply. “I will, thanks,”

Ginny nodded.

“Right, well, goodluck! He’s really a good kid, very quiet. Especially compared to Nymphadora,” Andromeda shuddered. Not from the shock of her loss, not anymore. It was a nice thing to see, really. “Don’t burn the place down, I know how the two of you get when you’re bored,”

Harry rolled his eyes. “We’ve got it, Andi,”

Andromeda laughed at her own teasing, waved goodbye, and disapparated.

***

Ginny eyed Harry as he watched over Teddy many hours later. They’d spent countless dayss with the boy over the past year, but this was the first time they’d been properly alone.

She both loved and hated the way Harry looked at Teddy. There was a fondness and amazement in his eyes that made her fall for him all over again.

Not like she’d ever stopped.

But there was also a great sadness there. She couldn’t tell if it was on Teddy’s behalf, or if it was envy. To see a boy grow up surrounded by those who loved him, even if it wasn’t the two that should’ve been there now, playing under blankets and reading stories.

“What are you working on?” he asked her, quietly, so as not to disturb the sleeping one-year-old.

Ginny shrugged, flipping through her notebook. “Just an idea,”

“Book?”

Ginny shrugged again. “Could be. Could just be something for me,” her eyes darted to Teddy, limp in a position that didn’t seem all that comfortable. “Or for him,”

Harry smiled at his girlfriend. Everything was so quiet.

Through the open window, the cool May breeze drifted in, bringing the sounds of crickets and the smells of freshly mown grass.

“I’ve been thinking,” Harry spoke softly, breaking the comforting silence. “I want to take him out to the forest… you know, at the end of his seventh year. Maybe something for graduation, I don’t know,”

He popped his knuckles nervously, and Ginny couldn’t help but giggle at his apprehension to his own idea.

She let him continue.

“I think I’ll give him the stone. Just for a bit,” he looked away from her and down to Teddy again. “I’ll leave him alone… just… you know, with Remus and Tonks… he can talk to them properly.”

Ginny cocked her head to the side. “I think it’s a good idea, but I want you to promise me something,”

Harry’s eyes slid to hers. He was blushing.

“Make sure it’s his choice to see them. Don’t force it on him. It has to be like you,”

Harry nodded slowly, his lips curving into a lopsided, rueful smile. “Yeah. Alone and by his choice. Agreed.”

#hinny microfic #ginny weasley #harry x ginny #harry potter #hinny #teddy lupin

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sweeethinny · 1 year ago

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happiness in the midst of chaos

I was at the gym and I thought about it. I love writing about Harry and Sirius, even if this drabble isn't exactly about them only

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Harry observed with some suspicion the lively and somewhat secret conversation between Sirius and Hestia; his godfather was smiling in a way Harry had never seen before, leaning against the living room window as he smoked patiently, his freshly cut hair and clean shave made him look less old than before, and the anti-dark circles cream Tonks had bought it for Sirius seemed to be working. It was like seeing him really in his 35th year, and Harry wasn't very used to that.

"Oh, you still remember," Hestia chuckled softly and took another sip of the tea Molly had made. It was snowing and the house seemed colder than usual, even the fireplace was lit, and while everyone was talking in the living room, Ron and Hermione were playing chess — Ron was willing to teach her to be as good as him — Harry left looking for his godfather, missing the man who was just talking to him and Remus, until he found him in the other room, where there was the piano and the family tree that he hated so much.

Hestia seemed comfortable there, she didn't seem to care about the addiction that Harry hated that Sirius had started, the window was open so the smoke could escape and neither of them seemed to care about the gust of cold wind that came through.

The woman was an Auror, Harry had met her a few days ago, when there was a meeting at the house to talk about the ministry and something that they didn't let Harry know, as usual, and she seemed really nice. They didn't talk much, but she was pretty, and Sirius said she had gone to Hogwarts with them.

"Your dad and I loved to irritate her and your mum, Remus as always didn't show appreciation for our behavior, but laughed whenever we made one of them get scared or angry. It was fun, but I don't know how Hestia never slapped me on the face. Man, I deserved it a couple of times." His godfather had said when Harry asked where he knew her from, and Sirius seemed lost in that memory, later when he went down to drink water, he saw him writing a letter and drinking firewhiskey in the kitchen while listening to Muggle radio, the same as his uncles are used to listening.

Harry felt a little jealous, even if he didn't want to admit it, Hestia was stealing Sirius from him and honestly Harry had a lot of matters to discuss with Sirius, that year had barely started and things were already bizarre, all the dreams, and the fact that he had Being able to see what would happen to Arthur made him shiver at night, he really wanted Sirius to help him with that, and there was the whole issue with Cho too... but Sirius was busy, very busy.

"How is he?" Harry felt a little bad listening to their conversation, but honestly, he had done worse things than spy on someone.

"He died a few years ago," Hestia said, but her voice remained calm. "It took a while, I honestly don't know how he got past sixty. But his liver stopped working, the healers had warned him that all that drinking would do that to him at some point, but you remember what my father was like and... It was better."

"And your brothers?" Harry watched as Hestia shrugged.

"I never saw them again. They didn't like me very much anymore, right? Then, after dad died, we just stopped talking to each other. I guess oddly enough, it was just him who still kept us close."

"Oh shit, I know I didn't like them but… Sorry, I think I know how it feels..." Sirius looked sadder than she did, and Harry thought he must be thinking about Regulus. Hestia seemed to think that too because now it was her comforting him, her hand on his arm and a gentle smile on her face.

"I'm sorry about Reg, life sucks." Sirius shrugged and then threw the rest of the cigarette away, closed the window, but remained there. Just like Hestia. None of them seemed willing to go back to the room where everyone was.

"Yes, but… It happens. It's impossible not to die in this situation, let's be honest, there are only so many people alive among the Death Eaters because they aren't acting as actively as before." Sirius said, but then changed the subject "Did you inherit the ice cream shop?"

"Yes, I hired staff and I go there from time to time, but I worked for a few more years until I got a job as an Auror. Moody wasn't boss at the time and things weren't easy." She laughed, and so did Sirius. He had smiled more times in those few minutes than in all the past months.

"I have to go there again, confirm that salted caramel is still my favorite ice cream." Oh no, Sirius moved just a millimeter closer to Hestia, but enough for Harry to take a step back. He didn't want to see this, and he knew exactly what would happen.

He didn't hear Hestia's response, nor why she laughed and then remained silent, ran into the living room again and lied that he was in the room looking for something, his cheeks flushed.

"Where is Sirius?" Remus asked, sitting by the fire reading the wizarding newspaper, legs stretched out and looking less worried than he normally did.

"I don't know," Harry shrugged, trying to sound normal. "I think he went outside to smoke."

"God, I already told him to stop it, he's going to die before he's fifty if he keeps going like this." Lupin denied, drinking more of his tea. "Delicious Molly." He raised the cup towards the matriarch who smiled in gratitude.

It was more than half an hour before Sirius reappeared, he said that Hestia was gone and he was left thinking about everything that was happening. Harry didn't think Lupin believed him, especially because when everyone was distracted again with their own things, he pointed to the pink lipstick stain on the corner of Sirius' mouth, which Sirius quickly wiped off and pretended nothing happened, going over to Harry to talk about school.

Harry also pretended that he knew nothing, but secretly he shared the feeling of jealousy at having to share his godfather with the feeling of happiness at seeing him happier and more… alive.

#my fic #harry potter #sirius black #Sirius x Hestia

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hildyj · 7 months ago

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Fuck it, let me rank my 10/10, perfect, best of all time, no-skip album: Ram by Paul and Linda McCartney

12. Ram On (Reprise)

This one was pretty easy to place in last place, cause it's a 55 second reprise of another song on the album, sounding mostly like some quick studio improvisation. Charming but forgettable compared to the rest of the album.

11. Eat At Home

The McCartneys' tribute to oral sex - I think(!). Softly rocking and poppy. Something to bop your head to and allow you to come up for breath from the rest of this amazing album. I especially love how they turn the word "love" into a 10-syllable word.

10. Heart Of The Country

A real toe-tapping crowd-pleaser. McCartney using all of his tricks as a writer of pop songs to charm you.

9. Smile Away

Silly but it always brings a snile to my face. I love the condensed and rocking soundscape - makes me feel like I'm sitting in smokey music club in 1958.

8. 3 Legs

A blues-y number that sounds like it's been recorded backwards and then played in reverse. Simple but I love it.

7. Ram On

Paul McCartney doing the whole indie ukuele girl thing about 40 years before the invention of youtube. Ethereal and elemental.

6. Too Many People

A great opener to the album. The lyrics are so bitchy and condescending that *I* feel attacked, and my name isn't even John Lennon. "Now what can be done for you?" - Imagine your closest friend and song-writing partner saying that to you after your band broke up. And an amazing guitar solo as well. What did you say about granny music, Lennon?

5. Uncle Albert/Admiral Halsey

I just love the transition between the two halves, from staccato strings to honky-tonk piano, perfectly matching and also provoking the listener to sit up and pay attention. And why do Uncle Albert and Admiral Halsey fit so well? The first is melancholy, the second is rousing. Maybe it's because the McCartneys' infectious sense of humour is a rich seam running through all of it.

4. Monkberry Moon Delight

It's complete nonsense but completely infectious. And Paul's vocal performance is amazing. Why is he like that? How can he do everything?

3. The Back Seat Of My Car

Listen, it's my personal theory that Queen as a band would never have existed if it hadn't been for this song doing the tonal-shifting rock opera before they even got started. It's probably bullshit and shows a complete ignorance of rock history, but there it is. But listen to Paul building up into the Freddie scream, around the 3 minute and 20 sec mark and tell me you don't hear the basic ingredients that created 1970s rock as a genre.

2. Dear Boy

The most beautiful diss track in existence. The unfolding harmonies between Paul and Linda have to be heard through head-phones to be fully appreciated. It makes me feel like I'm floating, it makes me feel like crying, it makes me feel like spitting Linda's ex-husband in the face. It's an absolutely beautiful piece of work.

Long Haired Lady

Linda finally takes centre stage and she's great. I love the back and forth between the two of them and how their voices complement each other - Paul being the perfect crooning troubadour, singing about his beautiful lady, while Linda brings it back down to earth with slightly comical, nasal tones, demanding the guy to actually be precise in what this perfect love means to him. And then the second part - The Second Part! The Love Is Long part. The building, freeing, flying, expanding part, filling your heart until you're sure it's going to burst. I want to live the rest of my life in the final two minutes of this song, immersing myself in absolute beauty.

#paul mccartney #ram #music #this is the work of 30 min and two moscow mules #sorry for any muddiness #Spotify

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sarahfeliciam · 6 months ago

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The Ultimatum Ch 35

Author’s Note: this chapter took me a bit longer as I was lacking inspiration for it. It is mostly filler as after this we are officially back to Hogwarts and I’m anxious for the plot line. There are some changes to OOTP you may not be expecting. I’d grab tissues in advance of the next 10 or so chapters. Enjoy! ❤️‍🩹

When it came time to bring Harry safely to Grimmauld Place, Emeline had two means of solace: one: having Sirius by her side waiting, and two: that Tonks was alongside her father. When they’d said goodbye and wished them all good luck that evening, Emeline turned to Sirius with a sigh.

“Give them an hour, Emeline. One hour of deep breaths and it’ll all be over.”

She nodded tightly, George coming up behind her to squeeze her shoulders. Arthur and Molly swarmed into the hallway with Fred, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione (who’d showed up yesterday), and all stood in silence, anxiously awaiting that door to open again with everyone in tact and Harry safely before them.

•

It took longer than they planned, which had Emeline’s stomach twisted, however just when she thought she couldn’t bear it anymore, the front door swung open and Mad Eye ushered the Advanced Guard in. She counted heads and searched for her father who pulled up the rear right before Harry.

She let out a relieved squeal and ran forward into his arms, practically flinging him backwards. Harry grinned when she pulled away to hug him too and after, as if instinctively, they all separated a path in the hallway so Sirius and Harry could reunite. Remus grin broadened as he watched them embrace and rested his arm around Emeline’s shoulder.

“I told you, your old man knows what he’s doing.” He laughed as she shoved him with an eye roll.

“Well done, doomsday.

“Your dad is a bloody good flyer, Emeline. I was impressed.”

Emeline looked surprised for a moment. “Hey, wait. I’ve never seen you on a broom!”

“That’s because I hardly enjoy it.” He replied, offering Tonks a smile. “But your compliment is kind, Tonks, thank you.”

They all moved to the dining room as Tonks shot Emeline a wink. She giggled in response and linked arms with her as they made their way to their seats.

Molly had already given strict orders to everyone to mind Harry and not worry him the second he stepped foot in the door, and to her great pleasure, Harry was able to integrate right into the table with the temporary happiness he deserved per her prompting.

As they sat, Sirius beamed at him.

“Well, Harry, welcome to the headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix.”

Harry felt a warm bubbling in his chest at the table before him, filled with those he loved, and was grateful they’d taken him from Privet Drive.

Emeline offered him a smile before joking between Remus and Tonks, back on the subject of flying.

Perhaps there was a proper family in Harry’s future when this was all said and done.

•

The morning of Harry’s hearing before the minister, Arthur escorted him seeing as he had to be in work around the same time, regardless.

When they’d left Grimmauld Place, those remaining were watching Sirius pace a hole through the floor of the sitting room and Emeline had finally watched him suffer long enough.

“Padfoot,” she started softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. He turned to look at right away. “It’s just like you told me: one hour. Just one hour of deep breaths, and it’ll all be over.”

Sirius smiled warmly and nodded, moving to sit next to Remus who quirked an eyebrow at Emeline.

Insightful

It’s what he told me

When? Remus was still looking over at her curiously from where he sat. She smiled and sat on the edge of the coffee table near them.

When you were retrieving Harry

Remus nodded in understanding then and Sirius stood once more, unable to contain himself despite the assurance.

He knew Harry had a good chance.

It was Harry, for Merlin’s sake; the dementors should never have been near Little Whinging.

However, anything that threatened what little family Sirius had left did bring out his anxieties.

Though not admitting this to Remus or Emeline, there were many in his heart.

He was frightened at the thought of more loss in his life and always looking over his shoulder to Azkaban. He had wasted so much time for a wrong accusation and it bid the question in his mind if it could ever happen again.

Emeline looked over at Remus as Sirius paced, the room clear of everyone else now, save for George, who took a seat next to her on the coffee table.

“Morning, beautiful.” He smiled. “You two can bicker amongst yourselves who I’m addressing.” He smiled down at Emeline playfully as Remus rolled his eyes.

“Goodmorning, George. Any explosive recipes on the menu for today?”

“Keep it down,” he replied quietly. “My mum only knows about the docile stuff.”

“Ah,” Remus smiled, a twinkle in his eyes. “Leverage.”

Emeline chuckled at George’s jaw dropping open. “He’s kidding.”

“He’s a marauder. You underestimate him.” George replied, half joking and half concerned.

Remus just nodded before glancing down at the Daily Prophet in his hands and leaving George to ponder what he could do to avoid Remus using said ‘leverage’ at any cost.

Before Emeline knew it, he’d left for the other room and she shook her head with a smirk.

“You’re unbelievable sometimes, you know that?”

“All in good fun, darling.” He glanced at his watch and sighed. “We should know something soon.”

•

It was late afternoon when Harry came through the door following behind Arthur. Mr. Weasley beamed at him with a hand on his shoulder and Sirius rushed forward and the rest of the inhabitants followed in suit.

“Cleared of all charges!” Arthur shouted delightedly.

The hallway erupted in shouts and hugs of excitement, Sirius grabbing Harry in for a hug first and Molly reaching for Arthur.

“This is wonderful, dear. Just wonderful. We didn’t expect anything less with Dumbledore there.”

Harry smiled and nodded and Hermione grabbed him next.

Remus reached for him when Hermione had let go and Harry hugged him tightly as he looked between him and Sirius.

“Why don’t we celebrate as a family. What do you say, Molly?” Sirius turned to her. “I can get Kreacher to fetch whatever you need.”

She smiled and nodded.

“Lovely. A meeting or-“

“-no. Not tonight.” He turned back to Harry and grabbed his shoulders. “Cancel on account of celebrating my godson’s pardon. A glorious thing indeed.”

With a laugh, they all headed for the sitting room.

•

When evening fell, the most peace that had filled Grimmauld Place since meetings began, washed over them. Harry was upstairs with Sirius, which Ron and Hermione had overheard was a discussion about the Black family tree. Ron and Hermione had taken to chatting with Ginny about the upcoming school year. Arthur was helping Molly clear the dining table and the twins were upstairs in a room from which low explosions sounded off every few minutes.

Emeline was on the couch next to Remus who rested an arm around her shoulder instinctively as she sunk back into the cushion.

“I’m not ready to go back, really.” She spoke softly, which caused Remus to look up from the fire, surprised at her somewhat random admission.

“Hmm,” Remus sounded thoughtfully, furrowing his brows as he watched her. “And why is that?”

Emeline shrugged and rested her feet on the table in front of her.

“Just don’t feel ready.”

Attempting to understand what she expected as response, he sighed.

“Is there anything in particular I can help with so that you are?”

She smiled slightly at her father’s words which were, as usual, incredibly kind.

Nevertheless, she shook her head.

She’d been good at locking her emotions lately, which did make Remus nervous to a certain extent. But in that moment, he could see immediately past the charade and into his little girl.

“It’s understandable to be afraid, Emeline.”

She glanced up at him with shining eyes and he knew he’d been correct at the sight of them.

“Im not-“

“- no use in lying, pup.” He squeezed her shoulder and pulled her close to him. “You’re not off until morning. So just sit here; be here for a while longer, hmm? It will help to keep your mind where you are.”

She was silent for a while as was Remus as he listened to the fire’s crackling again.

Finally, her word broke his reverie.

“This.”

“What?”

“You asked what you could do to help.”

A warm smile pulled at his lips and he kissed the top of her head as she closed her eyes.

#george weasley #remus lupin x daughter #harry potter #remus daughter #remus lupin #remuslupin daughter #professor lupin #sirius black #nymphadora tonks

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