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ash-whimsicalfanfic · 2 years ago

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Obsession

Tom Riddle X Fem OC/Reader

Word Count: 5K

Warnings: Mild language, Graphic, Smut, Toxic, Possessive, Protective, Angst, Fluff, Suggestive, Anger…

Prompt: Y/N Black is a mystery to many. She isn’t interested in making friends, only her studies. However, unbeknownst to many, one boy has piqued her interest——Tom Riddle. Little did she know, he had an obsession with her.

Sidenote: I did use some spells from the vampire diaries just for the heck of it. I may do a part two, but I’m not sure if it really needs it. I’ll leave it up to you guys!

Everyone seemed more chattier than usual. Maybe it was the upcoming Yule Ball or maybe it was because holidays were approaching. However, you hated the buzzing chatter, the obnoxious shouting, and all of the crowded halls. You had tried to go to the library as an escape from this madness, but everyone had infiltrated the library even.

You were the Scrooge that everybody was painfully aware of as you stormed through the halls with your books clutched to your chest. If you were a Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Gryffindor, they would have laughed at the irked expression on your face. However, knowing you were a Slytherin strikes fear in many.

Not to mention you were a mystery to many. You were oh so quiet, along with a freakishly amount of smart, and an unearthly amount of beautiful. You chose to stick to yourself, choosing to not make any friends. You instead chose to have acquaintances in case a group project popped up, however you normally managed to worm your way out of that so you could work alone.

That was how you preferred doing things, alone. Other students have given up on trying to befriend you, seeing it as pointless. Guys would still try and ask you out, but their advances failed. They hadn’t noticed that your interest was piqued by a boy already. However, it seemed that he was just like you.

Tom Riddle was a handsome young man with jet black curly-ish hair and dark brown eyes that looked almost black from afar. He was fairly tall and had a lean look. His face was always blank…passive as he studied or walked through the halls or even when he was with his group of “friends”. They were his followers in his mind, not his friends. To anyone else, they saw them as a happy friend group.

You had noticed the things that anyone would pick up about Tom from afar, like his intelligence. Tom excelled in all of his classes, in fact he was tied at the top of the year with you. He too was introverted, preferring to be alone and in silence. For someone as passive as Tom, you noticed things he did. When he was judging something, he’d lean back in his chair, occasionally quirking an eyebrow as if he was impressed or annoyed.

When he was in a rather intuitive or creative mood, his eyes seemed to be a lighter shade of brown and he would get carried away in his journal. When he was thinking, he would zone out on his journal or something in the room.

You noticed that he’d clench his jaw until a muscle there ticked when he got angered. When he was annoyed, he had a tendency to sigh.

“Y/N!” Narcissa calls.

She stood among Tom Riddle and all of his “friends”. Tom’s eyes find you who was clearly irritated. You had made your way through the crowd and head towards her.

“Yes?” You ask.

“Hey, that is no way to talk to your favorite cousin.” Narcissa scolds.

“Who said you were my favorite?” You ask.

“It’s because it is me.” Bellatrix grins.

“Not you either.” You mutter.

“Moving on, have you seen Sirius or Regulus?” She asks.

“I’m not their keeper, Narcissa.” You mutter.

“They said they were meeting up with you.” She says, sighing in frustration.

“Well they didn’t. I need to get to class.” You mutter.

Before you could go, Bellatrix grabs your upper arm in a tight grip. You turn back to her with a clenched jaw as Narcissa steps back, muttering an “Uh-Oh”.

“Leaving so soon, cousin?” She mocks.

“Bellatrix, I’m warning you now to let go or you will regret it.” You warn calmly.

“What will you do? You're all goody two shoes, yet your in Slytherin. I think that dumb hat sorted you into the wrong house.” She says.

You pull your wand free, pointing it at her as you mutter “Stupefy”. You roll your eyes as she flies backwards through the crowd.

“If I wouldn’t get expelled, I would definitely crucio you or use the killing curse on you for your information. However, nothing is stopping me once we graduate.” You say, before turning and leaving the group stunned.

Tom smiles slightly as he watches you walk away, finding himself even more intrigued with you than he originally was. Call it an interest or maybe an obsession at this point. He liked to watch you when he could. He noticed things about you that he was sure no one else noticed.

He knew you were a quiet and mysterious girl, but underneath that “innocent” mask you wore, he knew there was a strong woman with a dangerous mind. You were far from innocent and today proved that more so to him. To anyone else, you were that innocent girl. However, when you let your guard down if you were stressed or angry or irritated, he could see the danger swirling in your (eye color) eyes.

He lets his smile fall, regaining his composure before turning back to his group. Bellatrix was back on her feet, a scowl on her face as Narcissa helped hold her up. He watches as Sirius and Regulus join them.

“What is wrong with you?” Sirius asks.

“Your bloody sister is what is wrong! She used stupefy on me!” She snaps.

“How pissed off did you make her?” Regulus chuckles, shaking his head.

“You both told me you were meeting with her about becoming a follower. Yet, she hasn’t seen either of you all day. So, where were you both off to?” Narcissa snaps.

“Have you seen how mad she can get? We learned not to mess around when she gets mad, Issa. When she is mad, she will take down anyone in her path. We’ve learned how to avoid making her mad. So, you go have that conversation with her because I rather not get crucio’d again.” Sirius says.

“Wow.” Avery mutters.

“She may be quiet and keeps to herself, but Y/N is a ticking time-bomb when you make her mad. She is intelligent, and maybe too intelligent for her own good. She also liked being stronger than others in magic, so that is why she studies so hard. However, because she is so antisocial and introverted, even as a child before Hogwarts, she took her studies serious, so she doesn’t understand fun. She is boring.” Sirius says.

“I bet she hasn’t ever shagged anyone, or snogged! A sixth year and a virgin! That is embarrassing.” Bellatrix cackles.

That further piqued Tom’s interest about you.. He found himself having more thoughts about you, both innocent and sinful thoughts. However, his sinful thoughts changed to the exception of you being a virgin. That made him feel a possessiveness over you he wasn’t quite sure how to feel about. However, he knew that the idea of you being with anyone else was sickening to him. You were his, you just didn’t know it yet.

Your studies past fairly quickly and you were heading towards the Great Hall. You sit at your normal spot, Regulus sitting next to you. Tom sat a table down with his “friends”, however his focus was on you. Regulus gently closed your books, pushing them away.

“Eat, then study.” He stresses softly.

As irritated as you were about him taking away your books, you listened. Tom quirked a brow, finding himself wondering if it was often you got so distracted by your studies that you didn’t take care of yourself the best. His eyes roam over you slowly, noticing the dark circles under your eyes along with the thinning face of yours. So, it was often, he thought.

“Y/N! My favorite sister! How has your day been?” Sirius asks as plops down across from you.

“What do you want?” You ask, sighing as you pushed your food around on your plate.

“Nothing to do with studies I hope, she is taking a break to eat.” Regulus stresses.

You close your eyes as the two start to argue, resting your chin on your hand. You open your eyes when Regulus stands, his voice getting louder.

“Enough!” You snap, the two instantly quieting.

It had gotten the attention of those around your table. You take in a slow breath before letting it out, regaining your composure before looking between your brothers with a blank look.

“You two bicker like a bunch of children. This is our brief moment to be able to hang out, however you both don’t know how to push aside your differences because you both are too hot-headed and irrational.” You rant.

You snatch up your books that Regulus had pushed away from you earlier and stood from the table as you left the Great Hall.

Tom watched you leave before looking between your brothers, before his eyes fell on your plate of untouched food. He puts some food in his bag, going unnoticed and decides to leave himself. He made his way to the library, heading to the forbidden section where he assumed you’d be. He feels a brief moment of pride flare in his chest, right about where you had gone. He clears his throat and you look up from your notes.

“Here. I noticed you didn’t eat.” He says.

His voice surprised you. It was deep, soft and mysterious. He pulled out some food he took from the Great Hall and handed it to you.

“Thank you.” You murmur.

He nods, going to leave and you begin working on your studies again. You sigh as a loud group comes into the library.

“Would you allow me to show you a place I like to go?” He asks, looking back down at you.

“I don’t see why not.” You admit, gathering your stuff before standing.

You follow behind Tom, not quite sure where he was taking you. You knew of his quest to become the Dark Lord. Some of his followers had big mouths, so you heard more than everyone thought you knew. They assumed you were clueless about his current quest and they all were tip-toeing around who would be the one to break the news to you. However, you knew. You knew more than them in fact.

He looks around, making sure there was no other students or professors in the hall before a door appears in the wall. Your lips part from surprise as he ushers you in, following behind you. You looked around the empty room in awe.

“The Room of Requirements…I’ve heard of it and I’ve looked everywhere for it.” You mumble.

“Yes, I searched for this room for awhile myself. I later learned that the room only will appear in great need.” Tom explains, seeming rather smug about finding it.

“The room seems to know you quite well…and you seem to know the room quite well too. Otherwise, the door wouldn’t have appeared because I’m sure my studies are not in great need.” You say, turning back to him.

You feel a heat spread across your body as you catch his eyes on you. The dark eyes slowly trail over you, mapping out your body. His eyes stop on your blouse where you had a few buttons undone since you were alone and had started to get a little hot in the confined aisles of the forbidden section in the library.

He steps forward, closing the distance between the two of you. You look up, not realizing that he was this tall. He puts a hand out and gently grasps your hip before trailing it up your side. He tugs on the middle of your blouse, revealing more of your cleavage, before he starts undoing the remaining buttons.

“That and maybe because I am in great need of you.” He murmurs, leaning down to trail his lips along your neck.

You shiver, feeling a trail of goosebumps being left behind from the ghost touch. His hands find your shoulders where he pushes the robes off before pushing your blouse off along with it. He leaves a soft kiss on your racing pulse, before he pulls back to look down at you.

You were left in a dark green lace bra, and he tsked quietly, approving the way they made your breasts look. The bra seemed to work as a push-up bra, but really Narcissa had gotten you the wrong size this year.

His eyes trail over your stomach, noting the soft curves he would be sure to feel later. His eyes focus on the short school-girl skirt, also Narcissa’s doing. You didn’t fret much about it as you knew you’d wear your robe more often than not. You were wearing knee high stockings with a pair of mary-janes.

“The school girl skirt, hmph, your just asking to be fucked, aren’t you?” He asks, a smirk slowly spreading across his face.

“Tom.” You say breathlessly.

“Leave the skirt on, but take your panties off.” He orders.

He begins unbuttoning his own shirt, watching you. You were frozen in place before you start to work the panties down. He held a hand out, looking at you expectantly. Your shaky hand places the matching dark green lace panties into his hand.

He balls it up and sticks it in his blazer pocket. You watch as his long, slender fingers work his belt off. Your eyes focused on his veiny hands.

“Hands and knees.” He says.

You slowly drop to your knees, turning over, no longer able to watch his next move. You get on your hands, moving so you are on your elbows. You arch your back down, sticking your ass out more.

Tom licks his lips slowly, swallowing hard as he watches you get into the position. He inhales deeply, watching as you arch your back. He puts a clenched fist to his mouth, lightly biting himself, not quite sure if this was really happening. The skirt hid nothing. He could see the big globes that he found himself really attracted to. He never would have taken himself as an ass man.

His eyes trail further down to see your glistening entrance. He pushes his pants off before he gets on the ground behind you. He brushes your hair over your shoulder, before he finds himself tracing down your spine lightly. You shiver unintentionally, however he enjoyed the effect he on you.

“How bad do you want me?” He murmurs into your ear.

“Please, Tom.” You whisper as you push your hips back.

“Pathetic. Do you want my cock or not?” He asks, grabbing a fistful of your hair and roughly jerking your head back.

A breathless moan fills the thick air in the room as a heat spreads across your scalp. He clenches his jaw, feeling himself twitch from the sound he heard. It was the beginning of a beautiful symphony, one he didn’t realize how much he’d become crazed for.

“Tom! Please! I need you!” You cry, feeling frustrated that he wasn’t touching you where you wanted to be touched.

He smirks, gently grabbing your hips. He uses his other hand to guide himself into your dripping entrance. He groans, your walls immediately grasping onto him, suffocating him. You moan lowly, your hands grasping at the stone floor as your eyes flutter shut.

“Fuck.” He curses, working himself in and out of you slowly.

“Tom, please.” You plead, pushing your hips back.

“Is my cock the first one you’ve ever had?” He asks, his eyes burning in the back of your head as he awaited your response.

“Yes! Please, Tom!” You cry.

He couldn’t help the grin across his face. He heard it, but he wasn’t sure if maybe you just kept them out of the loop. But, knowing he was the one to take your virginity was exhilirating to him.

“I better be the only cock you have here. You are mine.” He warns.

“Yes! I-I’m yours, Tom!” You moan as he starts to move at a faster pace.

“I’ll kill any boy who dares to be with you, because you are mine! I’ll punish you if I see you talking to some boy.” He growls, his hips now savagely moving.

You cry for more, your soft and loud moans were music to his ears. He breathed heavily along with you as held onto your hips tightly. Skin smacking echoed in the room and you heard his soft groan which sent you coming. He groans louder as you clench around him, coming around him.

You stood on shaky legs, buttoning up your blouse and grimacing as you feel your shared climaxes slowly leaking out of you. He grasps your chin, looking at you with a stern look.

“Keep it in. I want you to know who fucked you.” He says.

“Tom, I need my panties.” You say as your cheeks flush.

“Find another way to keep it in.” He says, before focusing back on straightening himself out.

You pull your blazer on along with your robes before grabbing your books and hurrying out. You reach the Slytherin common room, Narcissa and Bellatrix looking up from their game of cards. Sirius and Regulus’s backs were to you.

“Oh my god, you got shagged!” Narcissa exclaims with a grin.

“Who was it?” Bellatrix asks.

“Yeah, I’d like to know.” Sirius seethes, taking in your disheveled hair and the hickeys on your neck.

Narcissa looks at your knees to see that they were scraped up, but you choose to ignore your brothers and cousins as you make your way past them. Regulus laughs, yelling “Atta girl!”

A small smile graces your lips at your little brothers comment. He too was protective of you, but he knew you inside and out. He and you were far closer than you were with Sirius. You get to your dorm and think of showering, but then your mind wanders to Tom. Keep it in…

You pull on a pair of fresh panties as you change into your nightware. You found yourself tossing and turning for a long while before you fell asleep. By the time it was time to wake up, you were exhausted. You could sleep in, but that ruins your morning routine.

You go to the shower, grimacing at the burn in your stomach. It was now that you realized you didn’t eat once yesterday. You finished up in the bathroom before pulling on a black lingerie set. You gasp as your door opens and Tom walks in.

“I knew you’d be awake.” He says, his eyes slowly roaming over you and some of the bruises he had made from where he held you still.

“Tom, what are you doing here?” You ask, grabbing a random robe and pulling it on.

“I’ve seen it all, darling. I wanted to tell you no more skirts.” He says and you look at him confused.

“I…Is it because how short they are?” You ask.

“That and the school girl skirt should be meant for my eyes when we are alone. Do you understand?” He asks.

“I…yes, Tom.” You say quietly.

He grins, looking at your neck where you had several hickeys before he leaves. You frown and look at the outfit you had prepared for this morning. It consisted of a school girl skirt.You sigh, grabbing a dark green skater skirt that ended a little about mid-thigh. There wasn’t much you could do about the length of your skirts until you went shopping again.

You grab your button up blouse and your Slytherin tie. You grab the blazer and sigh when you see dust on it. You hang it back up, deciding you will have to clean it later because you don’t have time now.

You pull on your knee socks and mary-janes when there was a knock at your dorm door. You open it and see it was Narcissa.

“I came bearing gifts.” She says.

You open the door and she guides you to the small vanity as she begins to help you cover the hickeys on your neck and jawline.

“So, who was it?” She asks.

“I’m not sure if I’m ready to say who it was yet.” You murmur.

“Did he force you? I’ll make him suffer the worst ways imaginable.” She says seriously.

“No, no, he didn’t force me. I’m just not sure what is happening yet. I don’t know if it merely was just another shag to him or if it’ll turn into something. However, he’s being a little controlling of what I wear, mainly my skirts.” You explain.

“I feel like I already know who this is.” She says, sighing.

“Who?” You ask.

“Tom Riddle?” She asks.

“Oh…how did you know?” You ask.

“Tom is…many things. I don’t know if he is capable of love and a relationship. He is a very possessive man. And I mean to the extent that it isn't healthy. He is ill-tempered and easily jealous. Not to mention he can be obsessive too. I personally think you should put some distance between the two of you and let things die down. I don’t know what his intentions are, but I’m sure they aren’t good.” She explains.

“Alright.” You say quietly.

You were quite sure how to feel. But, you knew Narcissa meant well and you also knew that she knew Tom better than you. You trusted her advice almost as you trusted Regulus’s.

“All done.” She says.

“Thank you, Issa.” You murmur and she nods.

She leaves you to your thoughts and you realize you need to head down to the Great Hall for breakfast. You gather your books and make your way out of your dorm in a daze. You head to the Great Hall and see everyone was already there. You ignore the burning stare that you knew belonged to Tom Riddle.

“Hey, you okay? You seem out of it? And your running late.” Regulus says.

“Oh, I’m fine. I think I’m just in need of food. I realized I didn’t eat once yesterday.” You explain.

“Y/N/N, you’ve got to take better care of yourself. I will start treating you like I did the first year.” He warns.

“I know, I know, and I promise I’ll do better.” You sigh.

“Why is Riddle staring at you? He seems pissed.” He whispers.

“Oh, who knows.” You sigh, briefly glancing at Tom.

Tom was staring at your neck where your hickeys would be, but thanks to Narcissa, they were no longer there. You managed to eat some of your food before it began to make you feel sick. You felt suffocated with Tom glaring daggers into you and Sirius was no better.

“Stop it.” Regulus warns Sirius.

“I want to know who it was.” He snaps, looking back at you.

You clench your jaw, narrowing your eyes at him as you take a slow breath in and let it out. You pull your wand out and keep your hand rested on the table, so you don’t draw anymore attention to you.

“Keep glaring, brother and watch how fast you end up in the hospital wing.” You warn lowly.

“Guys.” Narcissa warns.

“Who is he?” He growls lowly, leaning closer to you.

“Oh shit. Take cover!” Regulus says, going under the table.

You reach forward, grabbing Sirius’s tie and pull him closer as your face heats from anger.

“Astronomy tower, now.” You grit out.

He stands and storms out and you stand as Regulus pokes his head out.

“Don’t kill him please.” He pleads.

You storm out of the Great Hall, wand in hand as you make your way towards the Astronomy tower to see him already there and waiting.

“Who is it!?” He snaps as you both circle each other.

“Sirius, it’s none of your business. Stop trying to act like the older and protective brother. Stop acting like you care!” You snap.

“I do care! You're my sister.” He snaps.

“Guys. Let’s try to keep calm.” Narcissa says as she walks in with her group.

“Yeah, let’s just hug it out and make up.” Regulus says.

“I want to know who has my sister acting like a tramp.” He snaps.

“Oh no….oh no! Oh no! Back up, back up, back up!” Regulus says as he pushes everyone back.

“Bombarda!” You fast and Sirius curses as he tries to dodge the mini explosion you casted his way.

“Confundo!” He shouts, but you dodge it.

“Everte Statum.” You cast, watching as he flies back against the wall, his wand falling in the process.

You walk forward, grabbing his wand before looking down at him.

“Impulsa Animositas!” You snap, gaining confused looks from around the room.

“I…Y/N, have you been creating spells again?” Regulus asks cautiously.

“Again?” Narcissa asks alarmed.

“What did you do to me?” Sirius snaps.

“Say something mean. To any of us.” You say, smirking.

“What the hell did you do to me you crazy bi—ow!” He exclaims after feeling a jolt of electricity go through you.

“Just as I assumed. This spell will zap you everytime you try and say something mean.” You say.

“That’s child’s play you idiot!” He snaps before groaning.

“Hm. This isn’t. Lihednat Dolchitni.” You cast.

His hands find his throat as he try’s to breath. You clench your fist tighter, watching how he struggles more before you wave your hand and it stops. He leans forward, breathing heavily.

“Tread carefully, brother. I have far more up my sleeve than you wish to believe.” You spat.

“You…you will get in so much trouble for creating spells. Regulus and I told you that you need to stop.” He breathes heavily.

“Then keep your mouths shut otherwise I’ll make you suffer in the worst unimaginable ways.” You say.

With that, you turn and walk past the group who seemed shocked. You head back to the Great Hall, gathering your items before heading back to your dorm. You were too upset and riled up to do anything. So, instead you hurry to your dorm and lock the door.

You pace frantically, running your hands through your hair. You let a breath out that you hadn’t noticed you were holding.

“You’re okay. You’re okay. Everything is okay.” You mumble to yourself.

The lock on your door clicks, so you turn and see Tom. He closes the door back and turns to you with that normal passive and cold look.

“That was…impressive.” He says.

“Tom, I really rather be alone right now.” You mutter.

“Why cover the marks I left? I left them for a reason.” He says, his voice hardening as his eyes turn several shades darker.

“I didn’t want to walk around with them showing. People would have said something and I don’t want to deal with that. Plus, I rather the school not know I was your play thing.” You mutter harshly, turning your back to him.

“Who said you were a play thing because I don’t recall ever telling you that?” He snaps.

“Tell me this, Tom. Are you one for commitment? Would you be in an exclusive relationship? Huh, tell me that!” You snap harshly as you turn to face him again.

“I can do commitment. Before, I’d say no. However, for you I am willing to do it. I’m willing to be in an exclusive relationship as you call it. Because I can’t ever get you out of my head! You are all I can focus on! It’s so…so irritating, yet I love it at the same time.” He growls.

“Tom, there are going to have to be some rules set in place if we are to do something. Like the skirt thing this morning. I only wear skirts.” You say.

“Fine. Wear your skirts, well not the school girl ones, however I can’t promise that some asshole won’t end up dead for looking. You are mine.” He snaps.

“Okay, and what about the marks?” You ask.

“You shouldn’t care what anyone says. You never have before, so why care now? I want people to know that you belong to me. I want the guys to realize that you aren’t a possibility anymore. You are mine.” He says, closing the distance between you both.

You look up as his hand wraps around your throat. He tightens his hand and you let a shaky breath out as you clench your thighs.

“You barely know me.” You mumble.

“I know more than you think, darling. You piqued my interest. When that happens, I tend to learn everything I can.” He murmurs, brushing his nose against yours before kissing you softly.

You hum, moving your hands to his hair. You whine when he pulls back, a smirk on his lips.

“What does that mean? How have you learned about me if you just started speaking to me yesterday?” You ask.

“Because I might be a bit obsessive when it comes to learning of the things that interest me. I won’t stop until I know everything.” He says.

There was banging on your dorm door and you sigh, going to walk past Tom, but he loops an arm around your waist.

“Who is it?” Tom asks, annoyed.

“It’s Bella, me and Regulus. Is Y/N in there?” Narcissa says.

“Well go away. I’m about to fuck my girl.” He snaps.

Your face heats up as you cover your mouth to hide your gasp. Narcissa gasps, Regulus laughs and yells for you to get it while Bellatrix throws a fit.

“We are not doing anything! We are just talking!” You exclaim.

“Talking, huh?” He says, quirking a brow at you as he slips a hand beneath your skirt.

You let a shaky breath out as he trails his hand up your thigh. He gets to your underwear, sliding two fingers beneath the lacy fabric.

“Tom.” You mumble.

“Talking and yet you're so wet for me. Do you want my cock again?” He asks, sliding a finger in you.

Your eyes flutter close and he grins widely, loving the way you reacted to his touch. You were the violin and he was the violinist. He played you so gracefully and loved the beautiful symphony that came from your mouth. It was his greatest obsession.

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A Diviner's Guide to James Potter

Chapter Thirteen: A Lovely Shade of Turquoise

James Potter x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader

Chapter Twelve - Chapter Fourteen ☆ Series Masterlist

Description: James forces you to talk about what happened, opening up a can of worms you wish you could charm back in.

Word Count: 6.1k

Notes: I'd like to apologize in advance...I am so sorry

Your mouth went dry, your mind reeling. This is exactly what you had been attempting to avoid, a long, hard conversation with James about what happened. You knew that had to be it, it was obvious enough by the way he shoved his hands back into his jeans, the sleeves of his jumper bunching up around his wrists. His eyes, which now seemed impossibly round and full of foolish hope, were unwavering. Your fingers wrapped around the strap of your bag, gripping it as if it could save you from his gaze.

Lily cleared her throat, glancing reluctantly at the side of your face. “I’m not sure, James, we have a lot of studying to do—”

“It’ll only take a minute,” he interrupted, his gaze still piercing.

You nodded, your mouth opening to speak, though no words came out. With a good deal of dread you turned to Lily, slipping your bag from your shoulder. “Could you take this up to the room for me, please?”

“Yeah, sure,” she said, her brows knitting as she searched your face. She was letting you know that she could get you out of it if you wanted, though you feared that option even more than talking to him. You didn’t know why, but you couldn’t find it within yourself to weasel your way out of it, especially when James had yet to look away. “I’ll see you in a bit,” she said, throwing your bag over her other shoulder.

“See you,” you said softly, watching as your final lifeline neared the Fat Lady, who had thus far been looking on with only mild interest. Lily said the password, stepping inside and leaving you with James in the otherwise empty corridor.

You swallowed, your eyes drifting over to him, his face now blank and devoid of his earlier emotion. He walked past you, motioning with his head for you to follow.

“C’mon, let’s go to the RoR or something.”

“Why?” you asked, growing nervous about having to go back to the place of your original row. Was it fitting that this would happen there, or a sign of ultimate failure?

“It’s the closest,” he said, ignoring the nervous shuffle of your feet.

Neither of you said a word to each other as he paced in front of the wall, pushing open the door and allowing you inside. The RoR was the same as you had left it last evening, though you were unsure if someone had yet to collect the empty bottles and Sirius’s beloved guitar. Your questions remained unanswered, for James did not wait for you to venture further before he began to speak.

“We need to talk about it,” he said quietly, his mouth dipping into a mild frown.

You played with the sleeve of your shirt, looking away out of fear that his face would split you in two, convincing you to forgive him without so much as an apology.

“We don’t have to,” you said eventually.

“You’re doing a pretty bad job of acting like you’re not pissed at me.” Against your better judgment, you glanced up, caught within the sight of his clear discomfort. “I’m sorry about the way I acted yesterday. It’s just that,” he faltered, his hand rubbing at the back of his neck. “What if they noticed you guys outside the door? Are you really prepared to duel Mulciber again, and three others?”

“Peter and Marlene were there, too. We were under the cloak, not even Mrs. Norris would’ve been able to tell we were there,” you said meekly.

“But it’s not fool-proof,” he sighed, taking a few mindless steps around the space between the door and the stacks. “It could’ve come off, something could’ve happened. Then what? You have to think about these things, not just do them and hope it all works out.”

As he ended his statement with another short, exacerbated breath, you remembered why you were so angry with him in the first place: his assertion that the minute dangers of the excursion outweighed what you had discovered, as if you always needed someone to take care of you. You wondered how weak you looked to others, pondering the possibility that he and Mulciber did not view you all that differently.

“So now I’m a fool?” you said, crossing your arms. “And that’s rich coming from you, of all people.”

“You know that's not what I meant,” he said, his expression growing sterner, more serious than before. “I just meant it would’ve been three against four. It would’ve been suicide if you had to—”

“So, what, we were supposed to come running back asking for your help?” You rolled your eyes, snorting at the ridiculousness of his argument. “They would’ve been gone by the time we got there, and then I’d be poisoned by whatever concoction Snape is brewing in his dorm.”

He nodded once, his jaw tightening. “Yeah, maybe you should’ve. Besides, someone would have found out—”

“This is all because of you,” you snapped. “You’re the one who kept it from me the first time. He said my name. What happened in Transfig concerned me as much as it did you.”

His brows furrowed, though his eyes softened considerably like they had last evening, full of regret. “I know I should’ve,” he said, pausing when you tore your gaze from his, looking down at your feet. “I don’t know why, I just thought…” he trailed off, taking a few steps closer.

Your head shot up as you moved back, instinctively stiffening as his face became clearer. Right in front of you were dark brown curls that matched his eyes, a mouth that was usually so good at smiling, bright and honest. He deception fell like a stone in the pit of your stomach. Everything he had done seemed so out of character, and all the reasons why pointed to a myriad of your deepest insecurities. Were all the lovely things he’s ever said to you true to begin with, or was it just some big joke at your expense? Did he pity you, Lily’s poor best-mate, trailing behind them like a lost puppy for the whole eight months in which they dated?

Your embarrassment bubbled to the surface, underscored by the knowledge you had spent countless hours studying his every smile, laughing at his jokes, marveling at the way things seemed to come easy to him. Tears welled in your eyes, James growing blurry in your vision, only a vague shape of himself.

“Why wouldn’t you tell me?” you asked, your voice a muffled, broken record of last night. “I would’ve– I don’t know– I would’ve been ready! I would’ve had a better chance.”

“I didn’t think you’d want me to,” he said desperately.

You could barely make out his expression, his colors splotchy. “Why wouldn’t I want to know? How does that make any sense at all?”

“I don’t know, it doesn’t,” James shouted, the heels of his hands coming to his eyes. They dropped away violently, swinging at his sides. “It was stupid, all right? I admit it. What more do you want from me?”

Suddenly, everything felt wrong again, just as it did during the walk back to Gryffindor Tower. The room you stood in held only bitterness and fear, your skin crawling with the desire to leave and never return.

“I want you to make sure I don’t get poisoned,” you shouted back, an ugly anger festering inside you. It churned deep in your chest, building like a pressure cooker. “It’s your fault that Mulciber is even after me in the first place!”

“I know,” he said, his voice crumbling. “You think I don’t know that? I’m killing myself over here ‘cause of it. Just ask Sirius, or Peter, or—”

“I’m done with Sirius,” you said, his name like acid. “Any more from him and he’ll have a dungbomb waiting underneath his pillow.”

“Sirius has nothing to do with this,” James said quickly.

“Sirius has been a prick, you all have,” you spat. “Sirius most of all. He’s such an–” you stopped yourself, turning around, unable to face him. You wiped your eyes, rubbing at your nose in an attempt to gain back some form of dignity.

“What?” James asked immediately, scoffing quietly when he received no answer. “What?”

You turned back, your eyes narrowed and sharp. “Nothing.”

“Tell me,” he demanded, taking another step in your direction, his shoulders squared. “You’re mad at me for not telling you something, so tell me.”

“It has nothing to do with you,” you gritted, lying straight through your teeth. It tasted sour on your tongue, colliding with the hundreds of “I love you’s” you’ve thought but never said.

James nodded, his eyes darting across your face. “Oh, I see,” he said, licking his lips. “I see what this is all about.”

You crossed your arms, looking away with a roll of your eyes. “Just stop it, James.”

“No,” he began, calmer now. “It’s fine. You should’ve just told me.”

You groaned, dropping your arms. “Told you what?”

“You’re dating Sirius, or you used to be.”

“Are you daft?”

“It’s the only logical thing! He’s been acting weird towards you for two weeks, and he barely shares his weed with me,” he said, throwing his hands up again. “Why else would you be so miffed at him if you two didn’t break up?”

You burned hot, buzzing with annoyance. “He’s dating Seraphina! Do you really think I’d go for a guy who already has a girlfriend?” James didn’t respond, only annoying you further. “Well, I wouldn’t. And either way, it has absolutely nothing to do with you. It’s not always about you, you know.”

“Come on, Y/N,” he said, no longer shouting. “I’m just trying to figure this out. I just want us to get over this, whatever it is.” His eyes filled with a pitiful softness, though it only made the pain in your chest strike deeper.

“Why wouldn’t you tell me?” you asked, sniffling as more tears ran down your cheeks. Again, you whipped them away, hating the way he was looking at you like some wounded animal.

He shook his head, opening his mouth a few times before speaking, “I think I thought it’d embarrass you, or make you uncomfortable. I know I should’ve just gotten over it, but…”

“You thought I’d be embarrassed,” you said with a shallow laugh. “Give me a break.”

“Yeah,” he said harshly. “I did. And then after what you said last night—”

“Last night you acted like a child.”

His cheeks went a little red, his eyes darting across your face relentlessly. He shook his head weakly, his shoulders slumping. “I don’t know why I said that.”

The shame and sadness you had felt last night came rushing back to you, dismantling part of your rage and replacing it with heartbreak. It was as if you were back there again, each of you standing just where you were now.

“It felt like you were trying to make me feel like shit, as if it wasn’t bad enough having you looking at me like I’d made the biggest mistake in the world,” you paused, a new bout of tears building behind your eyes. “You felt like an entirely different person,” your voice was weak, completely taken by the poignancy of last night. One moment you were dancing with James, happier than ever before, the next his eyes bore into yours in utter frustration.

“I didn’t mean to,” he began, scrubbing a hand down his face, still dusted a pale rose. “After your Divination stuff, after Thursday, I just thought it was silly of you to go looking for trouble.”

“Well, the one thing that could’ve helped was so conveniently kept from me,” you said, your voice low.

James didn’t speak for a long while, his eyes finally drifting away from you. Your breath was uneven, shuddering as some of your adrenaline dissipated. You felt as if you were balancing on a broken pillar, swaying dangerously over an unforgiving ground.

“With you, I feel like I never know what to do.” His annoyance seemed to have vanished, at least for the time being.

You bit the inside of your cheek, staring at the floor which rippled like water through your tears. “I know the feeling’s foreign to you, but that's how I feel all the time.”

“That's not true,” he said, weary and drained.

“Yes, it is. You don’t even know the half of it,” you chuckled. “I never know what I’m going to do. If you spent a minute in my head, you’d think I was mad.”

“I like your head, even if you are mad,” he said, smiling a fraction. “And you are a good dancer, by the way.”

“Now I know you’re a liar.”

He laughed, though it died quickly in the air, still charged with indignation. He swallowed, taking a breath before he spoke, “I’m sorry, Y/N. Anything you want, I swear I’ll do it. I’d shut up for the rest of the year if you asked me to.”

If Marlene were here right now, you’d never hear the end of it. But she was wrong, of course. You most certainly did not have James “wrapped around your finger.” He’d do this for any one of his friends. He’s done it for Sirius and Remus a thousand times over. This was no different.

“I don’t want to be cross with you,” you began, entirely lost on what you ought to do or say, “but I just can’t understand you right now. You say you didn’t tell me because you thought I’d be embarrassed, but that makes absolutely no sense.”

“It did to me,” he said quietly. “I don’t know why, but it did.”

The energy that once surrounded you was gone, leaving behind a black hole of somber wistfulness for last evening, just before midnight, held in James’s arms. “You embarrassed me, more than I already was.”

“It’s like I said, I don’t know what it is, but I always feel at a loss with you, like whatever I say can never make things right. Even with Remus I can figure it out, but not with you. It’s a fucking awful feeling,” he paused, completely deflated where he stood.

“You’re not going to believe this!” Marlene giggled, throwing herself down beside you on the sofa in the Common Room.

You looked up from your schoolwork, searching her face with raised brows. “Are you sure? I can believe a lot.”

She rolled her eyes, leaning in so the other students wouldn’t hear. “Lily finally agreed to go to Hogsmeade with James.”

You pulled away, staring at her with wide eyes as she grinned madly. “What?”

“I know!” she said, absolutely giddy. “I mean, he’s sort of annoying sometimes, but he really did help Mary out when that worm Mulcib–”

“Wait– are you sure? Absolutely positive?” you asked.

“Of course I am,” she huffed. “He was practically skipping down the corridor. I can’t imagine the scene he’s gonna make this weekend.”

That day had been your ultimate undoing, a tug on a thread that could never be rewoven. You didn’t realize that within a handful of months James and his friends would slowly seep past the social barriers into your group, integrating themselves so fully into your lives that even after he and Lily broke up, the bond could not be severed. During that time you would see past his theatrics, past the image you thought he had perfectly crafted to be loved by everyone. It was a horrible realization when you discovered it was all real. He wasn’t trying to be charming, he just was.

For the first time, standing amongst centuries worth of junk piled in the RoR, you began to loathe him for it. He had captured your heart without even trying, so easily it almost made you embarrassed. As you stared back at him, all logic vanished, leaving only the beating of your heart, a heart which you had suddenly convinced yourself he would never accept even if you were to offer it up. In the same way he had made you love him, he had hurt you without lifting a finger. Boiling with rage and barely hanging on, you wanted to hurt him back.

“You have an ego made of glass,” you said, even and calculating. “It’s impressive and grand and it makes me jealous half the time, but with one good push, it’s broken.” He only stared back at you, his mouth slightly ajar, his eyes flickering with betrayal. “You were embarrassed, James,” you continued. “You were embarrassed anyone could think we were shagging. Then the moment you thought I might not want to given the chance, your whole world crumbled.”

He shook his head. “That’s not true, not at a—”

“Don’t lie to me again, James,” you said, marching over to the door. He followed as you swung it open, though you only closed it in his face.

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You pushed through the heavy doors of the Entrance Hall, heading out onto the wet cobblestones of the main path without a clue as to where you planned on heading. You just needed to get out of the castle, it’s air tainted with the anger of love gone rancid. Your feet splashed through puddles as you went across the lawn, moving towards where the vegetable path was nestled in the northwest. The forbidden forest loomed on your left, a bitter reminder of last Saturday.

Eventually, you found yourself sitting against the wall which once surrounded the entire front of the castle. Now, it only remained a ghost of its former self, reduced to near rubble. You didn’t care that the grass was damp below you, only just emerging from its winter dormancy. Your mind was too fuzzy, your heartbeat loud in your ears. You stared across the field at the womping willow, bare in it’s mid-march melancholy.

This must be it, you thought, this must be what it all meant. You felt so completely foolish for what you had presented to Quattlebaum, what he had apparently given you glowing marks on. You’d be hard pressed to find any conceivable reason why this wasn’t it. And, it had all occurred within less than twenty-four hours. First you were dancing with James: joy. Next, you learned of Mulciber’s plan to poison you and your house-mates' involvement: loss of innocence. Finally, what had just happened: heartache. Sure, the order was a little wonky, though that never mattered much to begin with. It was all right there, staring you in the face, it’s grin cunning and vicious.

Your head fell into your hands, the weight of it all crashing upon your shoulders. You felt powerless to stop any of it, relying mainly on Dumbledore to deal with the most pressing issue. The rest, however, was all up to you.

A chill ran through you as a breeze brushed against your flaming cheeks, cooled from the rain. You took out your wand, casting a simple warming charm around yourself, your own words so strung out they nearly lifted away in the wind, off like a feather. However, the spell gave you no protection against the drop of water that landed on your forehead, then another on your leg, a third on your arm. The drizzle continued for a minute or two before it worsened, the sun slowly obscured by a looming, gray cloud.

You craned your head back as the rain began to fall harder, soaking into your clothes. Your jumper grew heavy, though you hardly noticed, enraptured with the storm swirling above you. You remembered some old verses your great-grandmother used to say to you when you were a child when it rained, staring out the window of her house over a cup of tea, “Let this rain wash my lips so I may speak the cleanest charms, let this water cleanse my mouth so that I may do no harm.” You let it pour over your skin, soothing your bruised self-esteem over your lack of tact and cleverness, your inability to say the right things at the right times.

Pressure built behind your eyes again, your throat growing tight as you began to cry. James’s voice was clear in your head, sometimes fuming with frustration and anger, other times sheepish, broken up by hesitant mumbling. “What if they noticed you guys outside the door? Are you really prepared to duel Mulciber again, and three others?...You have to think about these things, not just do them….With you, I feel like I never know what to do.” You pressed your eyes into your hands, shielding your face from the forest, the boughs of its age-old branches bending in the wind. You shivered as it grew colder and colder, your sobs lost within the noise of the storm.

Everything was falling apart, and you weren’t even sure you could go on blaming James for it. You were harsher than you needed to be, cruel by the end. What does justice mean when the other doesn’t even know the worst of what they’ve done? You weren’t certain about anything anymore, other than the fact that this whole mess definitely constituted a loss of fucking innocence.

Suddenly bolting around a cluster of trees, Lily came stomping across the wet ground, shouting your name through the sound of the rain. You took your hands from your face, turning to see her running towards you, her soaked hair laying flat against her head.

She said your name again as she stood above you, bending down to wrap a hand around your shoulder. “You’re drenched,” she gasped, scanning across your figure.

“You are too,” you said weakly, staring back up into her eyes, tender as they fell upon your face.

“Let’s get you inside,” she said, pulling you up. She took out her wand, waving it in the air. “Impervius!”

A shield formed above you, the raindrops dripping off the sides like an umbrella. She turned to you, wrapping an arm around your side as she led you back towards the castle, the mud collecting around your shoes. She brought you through a small entrance connecting to the west courtyard, farther from the prying eyes of the Main Entrance, drying each of you off with a quick spell.

“Thank you,” you murmured, your eyes still red from weeping.

“What happened?”

You shrugged, sniffling a bit. Outside, the rain beat against the windows, droplets blowing onto the floors from the open archway. “We had an argument, s’all.”

She sighed, putting an arm back around your shoulders as she turned to walk back towards the main castle. You allowed her to do so, too exhausted to fight.

“Let’s go back to our room,” she said softly. “Marlene, Dorcas and Mary are in there, but I’ll boot them right out.”

You shook your head. “You don’t have to.”

She pulled you in tighter, her head falling against yours. “You should be a little selfish sometimes, especially given the circumstances. They’ll understand.”

You paused, the heaviness in your chest yet to leave. “Is he in the Common Room?” you whispered.

“I told him to go up to his room when I left,” she answered.

“How’d you find me?”

“He came bursting in, rambling about how you ran off. He looked for you on the map so I could come find you,” she paused as a Ravenclaw walked by, waiting for them to leave before she continued. “Then I told him to get lost.”

You rubbed your nose, giving her a small, appreciative smile. “Thank you, Lily.”

“Anytime,” she said, her hand squeezing your shoulder.

Marlene leapt off her bed as Lily shut the door, Mary staring at you with wide eyes as you kicked off your shoes, throwing yourself on your bed face first.

“What happened?” Dorcas asked, her voice full of concern.

Lily paused, coming to sit down next to you. “Could you all give us a minute alone, please?”

You lifted your face, turning to her. “They can stay. Mary needs to know, anyway.” You buried your head back down into your pillow, feeling as if you could go to sleep right then and there.

“What?” Mary asked timidly.

Lily sighed, shifting on your bed. “She got into a fight with James. Some things have happened in the past few days.”

Marlene came over and knelt beside you on the floor, placing her arms on the bed as she looked at the side of your scrunched face. “Are you all right?” she asked gently.

“Yeah,’ you said as you flipped over, sitting up against your headboard.

Marlene stood, sitting criss-crossed on Lily’s bed as she stared at your miserable expression. Dorcas tossed a few caramel cobweb wrappers onto her nightstand, looking towards Mary with a similar droop in her shoulders. The latter was gazing around at you all in confusion, oblivious to the highly eventual nature of the past few days.

After a beat, Lily relayed nearly everything in full, everything she knew of, that is. Your argument with James was still unexplained, though no one had yet to push you for answers. Mary’s face had gone white when Lily recounted your duel with Mulciber, her mouth parting in shock when she heard of your findings last night.

Once Lily had finished, Mary said your name, downtrodden and still in a state of sock. “Godric, I’m so sorry.”

You waved her off, your eyelids growing heavy. “It’s all right, Dumbledore’s on it now. Thank you, though.”

“Would you mind if I gave James some non-permanent injuries?” Dorcas asked, entirely serious.

“I’d rather you not,” you sighed, rubbing your eyes. After a moment you groaned, tipping your head back until it knocked against the wall. “It feels like everything I touch turns to rubbish.”

“This most certainly is not your fault,” Lily said, placing her hand on top of yours.

“Half of it’s James’s, the knobsnarker,” Dorcas scoffed. “I still don’t get why he didn’t tell you.”

You shrugged, shaking your head to yourself. “Me neither.”

It was not a total lie, for you doubted what he claimed to be his reasons, though you had a good enough guess as to the truth. You feared you may start crying again if you were to say it, the heartbreak taking over any resolve you had mustered up during the walk back to the Common Room.

The five of you spent the rest of the day in your dormitory, sometimes doing schoolwork, other times doing activities in an attempt to distract you. As the sky grew dark, Dorcas and Marlene brought up plates of dinner from the Great Hall while Mary went off with her sixth year friends. They ate at their desks, forcing you to take part in a silly quiz in the most recent issue of Witch Weekly.

“Are your goals to A) be taken seriously in the workplace, B) be noticed for your impeccable style, or C) attract the attention of a special witch or wizard?” Marlene asked with a laugh, looking up from the article.

You pulled your legs up to your chest, thinking over the ridiculous answers. “Well, I’m honestly not looking to do any of those things.” Another lie, but it had to be done.

Marlene rolled her eyes. “C’mon, just pick one!”

“Fine. A, then,” you answered, keeping your face straight.

“Such a bore,” Marlene mumbled.

“You don’t even have a job,” Dorcas said, laughing as you huffed.

“I’ll pick B if you’re going to get so worked up about it,” you said, hoping it would appease them.

Marlene hummed, glancing down at the magazine. “No, you’re going with C.”

“No.”

“Yes,” Marlene said with another laugh. “All right, would your perfect date be A) a stroll around Diagon Alley, B) going to a quidditch match, or C) a candlelit dinner prepared by wizard-renowned chef Augustus Addams?”

“A stroll around Diagon Alley, I guess,” you said hesitantly.

“How low maintenance,” Dorcas teased.

“That’s what I would pick, too,” Lily said, kicking her feet as she laid on her bed, peering over at Marlene.

No wonder I’m into your ex.

“Oh! I’ve been dying to know this about you,” Marlene began, elated as she read the next question. “Yes or no: do you believe in love at first sight?”

You swallowed, your mouth pursing as you pondered the question. You thought back to every crush you ever had, ever subtle glance and racing heart. None of it was love. Not before James, not before the pond.

“No,” you said, hugging your legs.

“Huh,” Marlene said, cocking her head. “I thought you would’ve said yes.”

“Me too,” Lily said with a warm smile. “You seem like the type.”

You shook your head, looking down at your blanket. “Nope.”

“Well,” Marlene said, picking up the magazine, “Witch Weekly says that you’re a dreamer, but always practical. You never let your desires get in the way of logic. Also, you're skilled at healing charms.”

“That's a load of rubbish,” you said.

“Yeah, you’re not the best at healing,” Lily chuckled, laughing more when you narrowed your eyes.

Marlene threw the magazine back down onto her desk with a shrug. “So much for Elaine Summer’s skills in the art of magazine-quiz-predictions.”

“Witch Weekly’s in the gutter,” Dorcas declared. “Once, I read an article that said Zimmerbolt had been arrested for creating an illegal portkey. It was the best day of my life until I heard it was all bull.”

Marlene howled, nearly tipping her chair over in the process. “And Tutshill fans wept.”

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It had been foggy on Monday morning, creeping along the jagged rocks upholding the castle. You had tossed and turned all night, burdened with the same thoughts that flooded your head when you sat out in the rain. The only positive was that it had been easy to avoid James given the fact that you had to take your meals in the kitchens. It had also been suspiciously easy to avoid Mulciber, Wilkes, Snape and Zephyr, who you had not seen all day. Wilkes was in your History of Magic class, though he never arrived, his seat remaining empty for the entire period. You weren’t sure what you thought Dumbledore would do about it, though you supposed keeping them as far from you as possible was as likely a measure as any other. However, your luck would likely end soon enough. Next class was Transfiguration, and you just had to hope James would mercifully choose to leave you alone for the foreseeable future.

You climbed down the ladder of Professor Quattlebaum’s classroom, held for a few extra minutes to discuss your “marvelously insightful” project. Hopping down onto the platform and turning to descend the staircase, a short, small Ravenclaw came running up the steps towards you. She was gripping the strap of her bag as it swung out in front of her, holding a few books against her chest. She nearly toppled you over as she flew up the final step, her bag knocking you on the arm.

“Oh!” she gasped, holding tighter to her books. Her hair was large and frizzy, surrounding her small face like a poodle, her large eyes magnified by a thick pair of glasses.

Without much thought, you gave her a small smile of forgiveness, turning to leave for Transfiguration. However, as you stepped down you felt a tug on the arm of your robe, turning back to see her hand grasping your sleeve. A few students moved past you to head up the ladder, though the girl did not pay them any mind.

“Your aura,” she began, her voice breathy and rising. “Oh! Your aura is in such a ghastly state today.”

Your expression flashed with a mix of offense and intrigue, though confusion ultimately won over. Your brows furrowed as you glanced across her face, which was quite serious.

“Excuse me?”

“Yes,” she sighed, tilting her head as she looked at the space surrounding you. “It’s usually such a lovely shade of turquoise, sometimes a dusty rose. But now…”

Your mouth opened a few times, but you were unable to process any once statement quick enough before another appeared in its place. “You— what? Turquoise? You know my aura?”

She nodded, her eyes darting rapidly across your face. “Oh, yes. It’s very strong. I can sense it whenever I see you in the corridors, or during mealtimes.” She gripped her books even tighter, leaning towards you.

You nodded, taking a slow step down the stairs. Only once had someone commented on your aura, and that was Quattlebaum in third year. “Quite strong, though I am unsure if you have the sight…” Any other time you would have been receptive to a conversation, but this was exactly the opposite of what you needed today.

“All right, thanks for letting me know” you began. “I guess I’ll see you around, ugh…”

“Sybill— Sybill Trelawney,” she said, raising her chin a bit. You recognized the name quite well, for Cassandra Trelawney was a seer you had learned about in class. By Sybill’s proud posture, there must have been some relation.

You offered her a small wave goodbye, spinning around to walk down the stairs.

“Wait!” she called, running down the steps to catch up. “You can’t possibly leave your aura this way. I’m surprised Professor Quattlebaum hasn’t mentioned it to you, though he is getting rather old. Perhaps his abilities are weakening. I would suggest—”

“Sybill,” you said, stopping your movements. “I appreciate the concern, but my aura is something I consider my own business. I’m sure you can understand. Now, I have to get to class.”

You felt a bit bad about brushing her off, though your mind was well enough occupied without having to be concerned about the state of your aura, or any other thing for that matter.

“I would suggest ingestion of the Animaura Draught along with—”

You didn’t pay attention to the rest, rushing down the stairs as quickly as you could. Sybill did not follow you, continuing to shout instructions from the place you left her.

You creaked open the door of the Transfiguration classroom, arriving a minute after class had set to begin. You swallowed nervously as everyone turned around to look at you, though you kept your eyes forward, avoiding the temptation to glance to the right where James was sitting beside Sirius.

“Miss L/N, you’ve decided to join us,” McGonagall said, standing tall at her desk.

“Oh, ugh,” you began, walking down the center aisle to the front of the room, your note from Quattlebaum clutched in your hand. “I apologize for my tardiness, Professor.”

You handed it to her, waiting with bated breath as her eyes scanned it.

“Very well, take your seat,” she said, tossing the slip of parchment into the air, casting it in flames which burned it away instantly.

As you hurried over to your desk, you were unable to avoid noticing that Mulciber, Wilkes, and Snape’s seats were empty, only confirming your suspicions that they were under some kind of suspension. You sat down beside Lily, offering her a small smile of reassurance as McGonagall began speaking.

“As I was saying, I trust you’re all familiar with the concept of rubbish. You may, however, be less familiar with the concept of Transfiguring it into a racoon—”

The entire period was torture, the pile of rubbish sitting on your desk staying exactly as it was no matter how many times you clearly spoke the incantation. Lily offered guidance where she could, giving you pointers on your pronunciation and wand movements, though nothing seemed to help. You tried to keep your eyes on your task, though a head of curly brown hair continued to sway in your peripheral, clearly turning around every once in a while in your direction. Without your watch, there was no way to tell the time, leaving you without the mercy of counting down the minutes.

When the bell tower rang you thanked Lily profusely, hastily shoving your things into your bag. With a rushed goodbye you flew out of the classroom, shoving through the other students as you went out into the corridor. You could hear Lily calling out your name, though you did not respond, thanking your lucky stars that the corridor outside of Transfiguration was always crowded this time of day. You’d meet up with her later in your dormitory and apologize, knowing she’d understand.

You walked in the opposite direction of the Common Room, pleasantly anonymous within the mass of students. Pushing through the clusters, you exited the west wing, bounding down a set of narrow stairs and bursting into the north courtyard. As you stepped out onto the grass with a sigh of relief, a murder of crows rose up from the ground, dispersing into the sky like a cracked, stygian cloud.

Chapter Fourteen

#james potter x reader #james potter x you #james potter/reader #james potter angst #james potter fanfiction #james potter x fem!reader #james potter #james potter x y/n #marauders era #james potter fluff #hp marauders #harry potter fanfiction #marauders

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wzrd-wheezes · 1 year ago

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Cat and Mouse - Rockstar!Sirius x Reader Smut

AN - hello! this is the first fic im posting in a little while and what better way to come back than with some sirius smut. I'm a little rusty so please forgive me <3

Includes: cocky, arrogant, somewhat toxic sirius. swearing. unprotected sex. choking. slight degradation and just other general filth.

1.2k words.

smut starts under the cut.

“I knew you’d come tonight.” Sirius drawled, shit-eating grin plastered on his face. He handed his guitar to one of the roadies, his skin glistening with sweat from the bright stage lights and made his way over to her.

“Didn’t have anything better to do.” Y/N said drily, her arms folded over her chest. She purposely tried not to look at him, letting her gaze drift to his bandmates who were packing away the rest of their equipment.

“Seems like you never have anything better to do,” Sirius taunted, leaning over and smirking at her, “you know, with the number of times that you tell me you’re not coming to see me again, yet every time I play you conveniently have ‘nothing better to do’.”

“Yet you always put my name on the guestlist.”

“Because I enjoy this little game we play. The one where you pretend that you’re not bothered about me even though we both know that you are.”

“I’m the one that’s bothered?” Y/N scoffed, “You’re the one that I get fifteen missed calls off when I don’t show up to your gigs. You’re the one that writes songs about me when I’m not even your girlfriend. But I’m the one that’s bothered?”

"You're the one who always shows up at these gigs only to see me and then make out like you don’t care about me." he shot back. "You love the attention I give you. You love the fact that I write about you.” Sirius laughed.

“You’re a narcissist. You like the fact that I have feelings for you, that I care enough to show up to your concerts.” she spat.

“Ah, but you love it.” He said, his town teasing as he leaned closer towards her, “I know you do.”

As if to prove his point, he leaned forward and place one hand gently under her chin, forcing her eyes up towards him. Then, ever so gently, brushed her lips with his, letting the barest hint of a kiss touch her before letting his hand drop.

Sirius was clearly enjoying himself and it was clear to Y/N that he was just trying to get under her skin. She glared back at him, angry at him for mocking her but at the same time wanting him badly. It was a feeling that both of them had struggled with for a while now, through months of hooking up yet never actually committing to each other.

He was relentless, always trying his hardest to catch her off guard. All the times when she had resolved to ignore him, he would find a way to worm his way inside her thoughts. If not by words then by gestures; the way his arm would snake round her waist, the way he would rest his hand on her thigh when they were sitting together, the way he would have her pressed against the wall in the quickest flash if he wanted to.

“We both know why I’m here so why don’t we just cut the bullshit.” Y/N said, deadpan.

“Because you’re in love with me?”

“Because you’re a good fuck, Black.”

Sirius groaned, the air was thick with the tension that had been building between them. A smug smirk plastered itself across his face.

“And there it is.” he said, looking her up and down, his eyes roaming over her body and then back up to her lips, “I thought we were going to dance around the inevitable for the rest of the night.”

Sirius grabbed her by the wrist, yanking him towards his dressing room. A boot-clad foot kicked the door open before swiftly pulling her inside and knocking it shut behind him.

“There’s no fun in being coy with you, sweetheart,” his eyes still locked on her lips, “I’m aware of how this goes. You come to see me, and you pretend you hate me while I try my hardest to get under your skin. Then inevitably, we both get tired of playing this game and you finally let me fuck you like you’ve been longing for all night.”

He had her pinned against the door now, one of his hands resting just above her head, bracing himself as he towered over her. He smirked, running his fingers down her neck. He loved it when they were like this, how they would both pretend to not be absolutely crazy with desire for each other. It was exciting. A game of cat and mouse that had been going on for far too long.

His long, slender fingers wrapped around her throat, the cool metal of his rings pressing against her skin. He tightened his grip ever so slightly, enjoying the soft gasp that escaped her lips.

“You look so pretty like this.” he said, his voice low, “So pretty with my hand around your neck.”

He dipped his head down, catching her lips in his, teeth clashing together as he roughly kissed her. He groaned into her mouth, his tongue slipping inside, their kisses becoming messy. His hands found the back of her thighs, lifting her up so that her legs wrapped around his waist.

Hastily, he carried her over to the dressing table, putting her down on top of it, her back resting against the mirror. Y/N quickly removed her shirt, Sirius unbuttoning and sliding off her trousers as she did. He dragged her to the edge of the table, roughly spreading her legs.

“You know you love this, don't you?” he teased, his breath hot and heavy as it fanned over her face, “You love that you’re mine.”

Sirius’s hands were rough and unrelenting, he was unable to hold himself back, the pair of them far too eager to take it any slower.

“Stop teasing and just fuck me already.” Y/N said, already breathless.

Wordlessly, he shoved his jeans down, letting them hang low on his hips. He wasted no time, quickly lining himself up with her, plunging in without given her a second to adjust. A ragged moan escaped her lips, earning a smile from Sirius.

“I’m the only one that gets to make you make those pretty noises,” he grunted, his hips snapping against hers, “No one can fuck you better than I can, can they?”

Unable to form a coherent response, she just shook her head, her eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

“Answer me properly.”

“N-no.” she gasped, “No one fucks me better than you.”

That was all the fuel he needed to keep going. He grabbed her forcefully, repositioning her so that she was bent over on the dressing table with him behind her.

“Want you to look at yourself in the mirror,” he ordered, “Want you to see how desperate and needy you are for me, how good I make you feel.”

His fingers wove into her hair, adjusting her head so that she had no choice but to stare at their reflection. It was like a high for him, watching her stare at herself in the mirror, taking in her bruised lips and smudged makeup.

Sirius slammed into her, his grunts mixing with her moans as he chased his own release. He felt her clench around him and he stared thrusting harder, deeper.

“That’s it. Look at yourself as you cum for me.” he encouraged, “such a little slut for me.”

Y/N came with a loud moan, her body going slack. Sirius held her up against him as his thrusts got sloppy, his own orgasm quickly approaching. He groaned as he came inside her, panting as he pulled out.

“So, when’s your next gig?”

#sirius black #sirius black smut #sirius black x reader #sirius black x reader smut #sirius smut #marauders smut

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alittlebrownbat · 1 year ago

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My Year-End Wrap Up

It's nearing the end of the year and I've read a lot, and I mean a lot of fics this year. Millions of words worth of fics. Refusing to acknowledge I have a problem; that's something I'll face in 2024. It's become my nighttime routine and my favorite thing to do before I fall asleep. I thought I'd do a little roundup of my favorites. They're mostly Wolfstar with a smattering of Dorlene and Jily. These are them, in no particular order:

Let's Play Pretend by MsAlexWp - I had trouble choosing between this and A Potter's Field, which I also highly recommend. I followed this work in progress (now finished) all summer and it was an absolute delight. R/S are both young, single parents and pretend to date to appease the nosy ladies in Sirius's building. It is chicken soup for the soul and will make you both laugh and cry. I can't wait to reread it.

The Fragile House of Black by @fantismal and Jormandugr - This is a series that has a brilliant interpretation of the Prophecy. I don't think it's a stretch to say it's the best magical AU I've ever read. It also has a few Peter POV chapters and gives a backstory for why the betrayal happened, something I feel was undercooked with the original series. Heavy on Black brothers healing. It is perfection.

The Many Lives of Sirius Black by enigmaticblue - A bring back Black treat, also a series. Sirius goes through the veil and meets Regulus, who presents him with a series of doors which will allow him to restart during specific years. We get to explore what it would have been like through each choice.

Honey Honey by @aeoneskova - Marlene is teaching in the muggle world after essentially being exiled for trying to prove Sirius's innocence. That is, until an underfed boy with a scar and glasses ends up in her classroom. This is heavily influenced by Matilda. Marlene is a bad ass loner who can do it all.

The Hand that Feeds by @rollercoasterwords - A canon-compliant Dorlene enemies to lovers fic following the two from Hogwarts through the first war. It gives us an explanation to why Voldemort killed Dorcas personally. This backstory is canon to me.

10 Reasons to Go to Michigan by @greyeyedmonster-18 - Remus returns to his roots in the Upper Peninsula after abruptly leaving a 10 year relationship. This is about finding yourself again, and sometimes finding a little something more. It's just utter perfection. Sirius being a literal potter makes me chuckle.

Just What the Doctor Ordered by @wrapped-up - Sirius finds a stray puppy who he names Padfoot and brings him to the local veterinarian, Dr. Lupin, for help. This is about heartbreak, and finding love, and growing up. It was hard picking just one by wrapped-up because everything she writes is a work of art.

Under a Big Blue Sky by @eyra - Sirius and James, two wealthy city slickers, help out on the Lupins' farm for lambing season. If you liked God's Own Country, I highly recommend this, and if you haven't seen it, I highly recommend both.

Don't Panic by redspottywellies - Lesbian Sirius and Remus absconding with Harry after the events of 10/31/81. This fic does action better than any I've read. Pure brilliance.

all the lonely people by superloonyluna - What would you do if a beautiful stranger asked you to join in an all-night heist?

The Archivist by @wanderingbandurria - An author and an archivist team up to uncover the mystery behind the commune in West Godric's Hollow. There is so much thought that went into world building for this fic.

Favorites Under 10K:

Signs of Affection by Kittycargo

Marlene McKinnon is Not a Coward by AllThisandLoveTooWillRuinUs

Never Doubt that It Was Real by @soloorganaas

Basilisks, Boggarts, and Boyfriends, Oh My! by optimisticdinosaur

I Love You A Latte by @jamesunderwater

My favorite WIPs:

As The Worm Moon Dies by @rollercoasterwords

Clear Eyes, Full Hearts (can't lose either way) by @greyeyedmonster-18

Dead to Me by @jamesunderwater

Right Back Where We Started From by @soloorganaas

Darklands by @newsom

Happy reading xx

#fic recs #year end wrap up #wolfstar #jily #dorlene

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lupiinee · 1 month ago

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Thoughts on the wolfstar ship 👀

you want me to go there? really? this is opening a can of worms that i think i really do not want to do.

okay. fine. fine. if you're so eager to know.

i have problems with it.

now, lets be VERY VERY CLEAR HERE. before you twist my words and bend them out of shape and make me sound like something truly awful and h*mophobic when i'm not and just giving an opinion I WAS ASKED FOR. I am a trans, queer man. i am part of the lgbtqia + movement. i have been here a very very very long time.

the ship itself i have NO ISSUES WITH. that is, the pairing between remus/sirius i really enjoy

personally? i've always preferred the marauders as brothers, but i have shipped w*lfstar in the past and it DOES NOT BOTHER ME if people want to write about it with me, or have me write about it. i'll happily write about it. the more love for remus? the better.

but the ship is ultimately a doomed one. sirius is very blasé when it comes to the circumstances around the "prank", he considers remus to be the spy for most if not all of the war, sewing seeds of doubt into remus' mind about whether he's a good person (and for remus that is bad because he already is full of self doubt and loathing for himself) it goes to the point where sirius trusts pettigrew over remus and that leads to the downfall of james and lily.

i think it's a beautiful ship within remembering the context of which they would have been engaging with the world around them. it quickly falls apart very rapidly when they start accusing each other of being spies. this isn't some little push and pull game. this is war. active war where their friends are dying. and contextually, remus believed sirius to be the spy for 14 years. lily and james death proved as much until pettigrew was revealed. it is a doomed ship. one that i enjoy exploring because that is the tragedy of the marauders.

i think it works in the case of them being 17-20, but they would have fought a lot. their relationship would have disintegrated and that makes for an interesting narrative. but like i say, remus didn't secretly believe that sirius was innocent, he didn't wait 14 years for sirius to escape (not when no one had ever escaped from azkaban before) remus truly did believe sirius, who was from a pure blood family, was the spy for voldemort.

so let's get to the crux of the matter okay?

i like w*lfstar when we look at it like that. in that context it is beautiful and dramatic and ultimately tragic. it ends in tragedy for them both. that's what makes it appealing to me because if it wasn't for the circumstances, they could have maybe made it work.

what i hate, and i mean loathe, is the fandom that surrounds this ship. the absolute vitriol i see shoved day in and day out towards the female characters, particularly tonks, is absolutely fucking vile. i've seen claims ranging from "remus is in a lavender marriage" to "remus never loved her" to "remus just used her because she could make herself look like sirius."

it is fucked up the way that the fandom treats the female characters. i've seen absolute nonsense from tonks being made into a subdued housewife when she married remus (how? her hair is literally bright pink and women can be badasses and be moms. i have several friends who are exactly like tonks - from the hair to the piercings to the attitude and have 8 kids) being a mother doesn't mean you become something less of yourself. and because there's an age gap (not a huge one mind you but definitely an age gap) people like to label it as PDFilic (i cant say the actual word i will get thrown off tumblr) even though remus doesn't actively pursue tonks BECAUSE HE IS DEPRESSED AND THINKS HE'S INCAPABLE OF LOVE AND BEING LOVED.

there are complete misunderstandings about remus as a person when he tries to run away. remus would have literally done that with anyone. not because he doesn't love them, but because he thinks he's unworthy of being loved and is terrified of having any other option. his own depressed nature keeps him from finding people who care about him.

remus literally arrives at shell cottage "dazed by his own happiness" (word for word quote there i am not making it up) when tonks gives birth to teddy. and let me make it clear i GREATLY dislike when people use tonks as a womb so that sirius and remus can raise teddy. it makes me feel sick. the same way that people have used lily as a womb to give birth to harry then written out so they can have the jegulus ship work. it makes me feel physically sick to my stomach. don't treat women as wombs. don't treat them as disposable.

the idea that remus wouldn't have moved on, wouldn't have allowed himself the grace to feel his grief and live his life outside of seeing his whole friend group destroyed just speaks volumes to how people prioritise your 20s as being the most crucial time of your life and the only time that matters. remus had 14 years by himself. where he would have moved on. where he would have had to otherwise the guilt and the pain would have suffocated him. he would not have sat waiting for sirius. he wouldn't have sat pining over sirius - a man who used his lycanthropy as a weapon and considered him a spy. remus would have moved on.

td:lr for those not wanting to read the whole thing.

i like w*lfstar, i like remadora. i like both. but the way that the fandom has twisted and shaped w*lfstar into a fetishization of MLM ships, whilst treating female characters literally like horseshit is deeply, deeply troubling, deeply sexist, deeply misogynistic and deeply biphobic to the point where if i was to write w*lfstar i would need to do it with someone i trust and understands where i am coming from. i have been in this fandom for a long long time and seen the shift first hand where remus was considered bisexual, to just straight up bashing tonks or any female character that looks his way. it's also why i tend not to actively involve myself in the marauders spectrum because i just don't like what they've done and it's a bastardisation of these characters for all their faults and traumas they've gone through.

#vent tw #|| 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖓𝖞 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖕𝖞 𝖑𝖚𝖕𝖎𝖓 : ooc #|| 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 : answered #long post tw #im gonna be turning off anon because i just feel that this will get a lot of flack #and honestly im in no mood to deal with any of it #you asked my opinion #i gave it

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marauders-venting · 3 years ago

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Prongslet & His Family

pairing: wolfstar (remus x sirius)

genre: fluff

warnings: brief mentions of death and grief

words: 4707

a/n: this was a request from @ barsha3447 on instagram and @moonyandandy on tumblr!!

Sirius was crossing the parking lot to Harry’s kindergarten. He could feel the eyes of some of the parents staring at him, judging him, but that just made him smirk and hold his head higher. He leaned against the wall and checked his watch. Harry should be out any minute now.

As soon as the door to the classroom opened, the kids came spilling out. Harry ran at Sirius and jumped into his arms. Sirius picked him up and kissed the top of his head.

“Uncle Padfoot!” Harry said. “Look what I drew.” He held out a piece of paper far too close to Sirius’ face. Sirius leaned his head back a little and looked at the drawing. It was a stick figure holding a proportionally over-large chocolate bar. And next to the stick figure was something that Sirius assumed was supposed to be him in his animagus form. In between the two was another stick figure, a much smaller one, with a lightning bolt scar on his forehead.

“Miss Amy told us to draw our family,” Harry said. Sirius felt his heart twinge. On one hand, it made him so happy that Harry had drawn them as a family. But on the other, Sirius couldn’t help but feel that it should be Lily and James in that drawing.

“It’s really good,” Sirius told him. “You’re a great artist, Prongslet.” Sirius had only gone back to using the nickname recently. The reminder had been too heavy for the first few years after Lily and James’ death. But now Harry was almost 6 years old and Sirius wanted him to remember his parents. He wanted Harry to know how similar he is to James. And Sirius thought James would appreciate it. He owed James that, at least. “Come on, Harry, let’s go to the car.”

“Bye-bye, Neville,” Harry said, waving to Neville who was standing beside his grandmother showing her his own drawing. Remus and Sirius had, after much persuasion, convinced Augusta to send Neville to the same kindergarten as Harry. That way they’d both have a familiar face with them at their new school. Now Neville and Harry had playdates almost every day.

“Bye-bye, Harry,” Neville said, smiling and waving back.

Sirius took Harry back to the car and strapped him into the booster seat in the back.

“We have to go to the supermarket, Harry,” Sirius said, “because Uncle Moony said we should go yesterday and we didn’t. But I’ll let you pick out something yummy if you behave the whole time, okay?”

“Okay,” Harry said excitedly.

When they got to the supermarket, Sirius loaded a cart with everything they needed and then waited with surprising patience as Harry debated whether he wanted gummy worms or Smarties.

“Uncle Padfoot,” Harry said, turning away from the candy and looking up at his godfather, “can we visit Uncle Moony’s work today?”

“Uncle Moony has a lot to do today, Harry,” Sirius said. Remus had told him that morning that he’d be home late; he had loads of essays to mark before his students had to sit their exams. Sirius didn’t want to disturb him if he was under pressure.

“We can bring him something yummy to cheer him up!” Harry said, holding up a large bar of chocolate. Sirius smiled at him.

“Okay, we’ll surprise him then,” Sirius said. Remus’ last class of the day ended soon anyway; Sirius had memorized his schedule by now. “But we can’t stay there too long, Harry. Hey, if we’re going into Hogsmeade, why don’t we buy candy at Honeydukes instead? Remember the store with the chocolate frogs?”

“Yeah, I want the froggies!” Harry said.

Once they’d paid for their groceries and arrived at home, Sirius put everything away and held Harry’s hand.

“Do you remember how we did this last time?” Sirius asked him.

“Yes,” Harry said. “I need to hold Uncle Padfoot’s hand very, very tight and close my eyes so I don’t get dizzy.”

“Right,” Sirius said. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah,” Harry said. He squeezed Sirius’ hands as tightly as he could and Sirius Disapparated.

Sirius breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Harry standing in one piece. Apparating with Harry always made him nervous, despite being assured that it was safe many times, and he tried to avoid it as much as possible.

“Are you okay, Harry?” Sirius asked.

“Yup!” Harry said. He looked around excitedly, staring in wonder at the enormous castle looming in the distance. Then he turned back to Sirius. “Candy shop!” Then he ran off in the direction of Honeydukes. Sirius laughed and hurried after him. He followed Harry into the shop where the little boy was staring at the candy on the walls.

“You want a chocolate frog?” Sirius asked.

“Can I have a wand?” Harry asked.

“Of course,” Sirius said. “Chocolate or liquorice?”

“Chocolate!” Harry said.

“You take after Moony,” Sirius grinned. He bought one wand for Harry, one for Remus and a packet of Acid Pops. If they were already here he might as well.

“Ready to see Uncle Moony?” Sirius asked once everything was paid for.

“Yeah!” Harry said. Sirius put a finger on his lips indicating that Harry should be quiet and led him to the back of the store, unnoticed by the cashier who had turned to help another customer. Sirius opened the cellar that led to the tunnel connecting Hogsmeade and Hogwarts. He dropped inside and carried Harry into the tunnel as well.

“Uncle Pads, where are we going?” Harry whispered as Sirius sealed it once more.

“To see Uncle Moony,” Sirius said, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “Too bad we don’t have the map anymore. Oh well, it’s no big deal. Come on, Harry.”

“This isn’t the way to Uncle Moony’s work,” Harry said.

“This, Harry, is a secret path to Hogwarts,” Sirius said.

“Really?” Harry said, his eyes wide.

“Yep.”

“If it’s a secret, how do you know it?” Harry asked.

“You’re old enough now to hear the story, I think,” Sirius said. Harry immediately stood up straighter to make himself look taller and older. “When I was at school, me, your dad and your Uncle Moony used to wander around the castle and we discovered this secret tunnel and lots of other secret tunnels.”

“You did?” Harry asked.

“Yeah,” Sirius said.

“Even my dad?”

“Yeah, even your dad,” Sirius said. “It was your dad’s idea to make a map.”

“It was?”

“Uncle Moony helped him with the magic because he’s very smart but your dad and me were the ones who found most of the places together.”

“That’s so cool!” Harry said. “Uncle Pads, was my dad cool?” Sirius almost laughed. James was one of the biggest dorks he’d ever known. But maybe Harry didn’t need to know that quite yet.

“He sure thought he was,” Sirius said. He thought Harry might ask what that meant but he seemed satisfied.

“Were you and my dad best friends?” Harry asked. Sirius felt a lump in his throat. It had been nearly six years since Lily and James had died but this still happened sometimes. Normally, Sirius could talk about them. It wasn’t as bad as it was in the beginning. But sometimes, Sirius still felt like he did then. Helpless without his best friends. Unable to accept that he would never see them again. That Harry would never see them. Sometimes Sirius felt like he would break down at any mention of them. But he couldn’t do that here. So he cleared his throat and answered Harry’s question.

“Yeah,” Sirius said. “He was my best friend. He was like my brother, your dad.” Sirius didn’t think he could keep talking about James but Harry just smiled and started running down the tunnel. Sirius took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. It’s okay. It’s okay. Remus’ soothing voice echoed through his head. Sirius opened his eyes and looked at the tunnel walls around him. He chose, instead, to remember all of the happy times he’d had in here. With James, with Lily, with Remus. Sirius kept walking down the tunnel; Harry would be waiting for him. He ran his fingers across the wall as he walked until he found what he was looking for: the letter ‘M’ clumsily carved into the stone wall. Sirius traced the letter with his thumb. The Marauders. He smiled. It’ll be okay.

When Harry and Sirius reached the end of the tunnel and emerged from the hump of the one-eyed witch statue, they headed straight for the staff room. However, on their way there, they were stopped by a familiar voice.

“Mr Black,” said Professor McGonagall from behind him.

“Professor!” Sirius said, turning around with a grin on his face.

“I’m not your teacher anymore, Sirius,” she said.

“Old habit,” Sirius shrugged.

“As I seem to recall,” she started, “during your time here as a student you hardly ever referred to me as your professor, rather you favoured certain nicknames.”

“Well you can’t deny that ‘Minnie’ suits you,” Sirius said. She gave an exasperated sigh but Sirius saw her smile behind the strict lines of her face. “Besides,” he added, “I’m not Mr Black anymore, either.” He flashed his wedding ring in her direction.

“Quite right,” she said, with a small smile. “What are you doing here, Sirius?”

“Aren’t you glad to see me, Minnie?” Sirius grinned but she held the stern gaze. “You’re going to give me detention, aren’t you?”

“As much as I would like to, I’m afraid that’s not within my power anymore,” McGonagall said.

“Such a shame,” Sirius said. “Harry wanted to see his Uncle Remus, didn’t you, Harry?” Sirius added, answering her question at last.

“Well hello there, Harry,” she said. Everything about McGonagall — from her expression to her stance to her voice — softened as she addressed the small boy who was holding his godfather’s hand and hiding shyly behind his leg. “You’ve gotten so big since the last time I saw you. Did you come to see your Uncle Remus?”

“We brought him some chocolate,” Harry said, coming out from behind Sirius and showing her the chocolate wand.

“You did? How thoughtful of you,” she said. “He should be in the staff room by now; he’s finished all his classes, I think. Come with me.” Sirius and Harry followed McGonagall to the staff room. Remus wasn’t there but, much to Sirius’ dismay, Severus Snape was. Sirius resolved to ignore him but the way he was glaring at Harry was infuriating. What could a five-year-old he had never met have possibly done to him?

“Remus must still be in his classroom,” McGonagall said. “I assume you know where it is?”

“Yeah,” Sirius said.

“Would you like a biscuit, Harry?” she said.

“Yes please,” Harry said politely. McGonagall waved her wand and a jar of cookies appeared in her hand. It was the one she normally kept in her office. She handed a biscuit to Harry who took it in both his hands and took a bite.

“Thank you,” he said.

“Come on, Harry,” Sirius said. “Let’s go find Uncle Moony.”

“Yay!” Harry said, taking Sirius’ hand and following him out of the room but not before Sirius could throw a death glare at Snape the Insufferable.

When Sirius knocked on the door of Remus’ classroom and heard his husband’s voice say ‘come in’, he did not expect to walk into a classroom full of students. The surprised look on Remus’ face said that he had not expected his guests either. Harry, however, was unbothered by the students and ran to the front of the room to Remus yelling, “Uncle Moony!”

He jumped into Remus’ arms, who caught him, lifted him and kissed his head, the expression of surprise turning into a smile.

“Hi, Harry,” Remus said. “What are you doing here?”

“We came to say hello and also to bring you chocolate but not to stay for long because Uncle Pads said you’re very busy today.”

“Thank you, Harry, that’s very sweet of you,” Remus said, taking the chocolate wand. With Harry in his arms, he walked over to the doorway where Sirius stood.

“This is a pleasant surprise,” he said in a quiet voice.

“It was all Harry’s idea,” Sirius said. “But I thought your classes were over for today, I’m sorry.”

“No, no it’s alright,” Remus said. “Technically my classes for the day are over. This is an optional study session for my seventh-years because they have their NEWTs soon.”

“Oh,” Sirius said. “So I memorized your schedule right?”

“Yes you did,” Remus laughed.

“Well, we’ll leave you to it now,” Sirius said. But before he left, Sirius pressed a kiss to Remus’ lips that lasted quite a bit longer than Remus would’ve liked his students to see. It was only when Harry, who had put both of his little hands over his eyes, loudly said, “Ewwww!” that they finally broke apart. There was a ripple of laughter from the class in between the whispers.

“Well that was professional,” Remus whispered, sarcastically to Sirius.

“I’m just making sure everybody knows you have the hottest husband in the world,” Sirius whispered back.

“I think you got the message across pretty well,” Remus said with a small grin.

“Come one, Harry,” Sirius said, no longer bothering to whisper.

“Bye, Uncle Moony,” Harry said.

“Bye, Harry. See you at home, Pads.”

“See ya, Rem. Good luck with your NEWTs, kids. Try not to fail. But if you do, just do what I did.”

“Which is?” called one girl.

“Marry the smartest person in the year,” Sirius said, winking at Remus.

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As soon as Sirius left the room, chatter broke out.

“Professor, who was that?”

“His husband, idiot.”

“I didn’t know you were married, sir.”

“Was the little boy your son?”

“Didn’t you hear him say ‘Uncle’?”

“Alright, alright,” Remus called loudly. “Let’s get back to studying.”

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“Harry, it’s bedtime,” Sirius called from the kitchen.

“Five more minutes?” Harry asked, hovering a little above the floor on his broomstick.

“You said that five minutes ago,” Sirius said. “Time’s up now.”

“But I want to wait for Uncle Moony,” Harry said.

“Uncle Moony is going to be home very late tonight, Harry, he has lots of work to do,” Sirius said.

“But how will he say good night?”

“He’ll say good night after you’re already asleep,” Sirius said.

“Promise you’ll tell him?”

“I promise.”

“You smomemly swear?” Harry asked. Sirius laughed.

“I solemnly swear,” Sirius said. “Where did you learn that word?”

“You and Uncle Moony say it all the time.��

“Do we?” Sirius laughed. “ Come on, Harry, it’s time for bed.”

“Okayyyy,” Harry said, hopping off the broom and putting it away.

“You can fly more tomorrow,” Sirius said, ruffling his hair. “Are your teeth brushed?”

“Yup,” Harry said. “You know Neville lost a tooth today?”

“Did he?” Sirius said. “That’s exciting.”

“Yeah!” Harry said. “Do you think I’ll lose my teeth soon, Uncle Pads?”

“It’s only a matter of time, Prongslet,” Sirius said, tucking him in.

“And then the tooth fairy will come!” Harry said happily.

“The– The what?” Sirius asked.

“The tooth fairy,” Harry said. “That’s whatever everybody in my class said.” So it’s a muggle thing, Sirius thought. He made a mental note to ask Remus what the fuck a tooth fairy is.

“Good night, Prongslet,” Sirius said, kissing Harry’s forehead. Harry hugged him in return.

“Good night, Uncle Padfoot.”

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When Remus finally finished marking the essays, he packed up his things and left his classroom. He can’t explain why he was so determined to get it done tonight but he was. He knew it would mean coming home late; he felt bad about it but Sirius had assured him that it was alright.

Remus left the castle and went out to the grounds when he heard the voices of a group of students near the outskirts of the forest. When they saw him walking towards them, they fell silent and exchanged nervous looks.

“Good evening,” Remus said to the third-years.

“Good evening, professor,” mumbled one of the boys whom Remus recognized to be Charlie Weasley.

“What are you doing out this late?” Remus asked them. A girl, Amelia Johnson, muttered a reply that Remus was sure he wouldn’t have been able to hear if it were for his heightened sense of hearing around the full moon.

“Looking for animals?” Remus said in surprise.

“Yeah,” Charlie said.

“You come here for Care of Magical Creatures, don’t you?” Remus asked.

“We wanted to see more,” said the third boy, Jack Brown. Remus looked at them for a moment and considered his options.

“Alright, look. I’m very tired and I have people waiting for me at home. I won’t deduct points from your houses but Professor McGonagall is on patrol tonight and I guarantee that she won’t be nearly as forgiving so I suggest that you all go back to your common rooms. As for these animals that you’re fascinated with, why don’t you three come to my classroom on Monday and we’ll see what we can do about getting you three into a higher-level class to satisfy your curiosity?”

“We already asked Professor Kettleburn,” Charlie said disappointedly.

“Well if you want to go into the forest and do some research yourself, I could take you,” Remus said.

“You know about magical creatures?” said Jack, looking up at him. Remus smiled.

“I know a thing or two,” he said. “And I’d say that I have good enough knowledge of the forest to help you navigate your way through it safely.”

“Okay,” Amelia said, excitedly.

“I do have a condition,” Remus said. “No more night-time excursions.”

“Alright,” Charlie said.

“I mean it,” Remus said. “Don’t expect me to let this slide again if I catch you a second time.”

“Of course, sir,” Jack said.

“So I’ll see you three on Monday?” Remus said.

“Yeah,” Charlie said, grinning widely. “Thanks, professor.”

“You’re welcome,” Remus said, smiling warmly at them. “Now back to your common rooms and no detours.” They hurried off in the direction of the castle and Remus, shaking his head and smiling, turned back to the castle’s exit.

Remus Apparated outside their doorstep so that the noise didn’t wake Harry and when he opened the door, he was even more glad that he did because Harry wasn’t the only one sleeping. Sirius had fallen asleep on the kitchen counter, his head on his arms, a half-empty glass of wine just out of reach of his right hand, music playing softly from the CD player. Remus waved his wand at it and it fell silent.

“Sirius,” he said gently, stroking his husband’s hair. Sirius opened his eyes slowly and lifted his head off of his hands.

“Hey Moony,” he said in a sleepy voice.

“Hi Pads,” Remus said. “Come to bed.”

“I still have to shower,” Sirius groaned. “Oh and Harry wanted you to give him a kiss goodnight. He made me ‘smomemly swear’.” Remus laughed

“Did he really say that?”

“Yep,” Sirius said. “He was asking for you all day.”

“Alright, I’ll go,” Remus said, turning to go to Harry’s room as Sirius stood up. “You should go shower though.” Sirius caught his hand before he could leave.

“Join me later?” he asked. Remus raised his eyebrows at him.

“Gladly, if you’re not too tired.”

“Too tired for you? Never,” Sirius smirked. Remus rolled his eyes and smiled.

“Go on then,” he said. “I’ll be there soon.”

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Sirius turned off the lights in the bedroom as Remus turned on the small lamp on his bedside table.

“So how was your day?” he asked, crawling under the covers.

“It was good,” Sirius said, joining him and pressing a kiss to his lips. “I slept till noon, picked Harry up— did you see that I went shopping for food and not clothes this time?”

“Oh bravo,” Remus said sarcastically, “should I give you a gold star?”

“Silly Moony,” Sirius said, “I am a star.” Remus shook his head and laughed.

“I should’ve seen that one coming,” he said.

“Yeah, you walked right into it,” Sirius grinned. “How was your day?”

“Oh you know,” Remus said, “marking essays, teaching students. My hot husband showed up and now the whole school is gossiping.”

“That was okay, right?” Sirius asked. “It’s not going to cause problems?”

“Nah, I doubt it,” Remus said. “People just think you’re very pretty and want to know what the hell you’re doing with me.”

“Does that make me a trophy wife?” Sirius joked. “‘Cause I’d make a good trophy wife.” Remus laughed.

“So did you give any detentions today?” Sirius teased.

“I did actually catch some third-years out of bed just before I got here,” Remus said.

“I hope you reported them, professor,” Sirius said, smirking.

“Nope,” Remus said. “I actually let it slide.”

“Remus!” Sirius said in mock surprise and disapproval. “You didn’t put these good-for–nothing rule-breakers in their place? I am shocked.”

“How could I report them? We used to do that all the time!” Remus said. “I never reported you, even when I was a prefect.”

“Yeah, but being a prefect and breaking rules is like if you were on the enemy side but the other side trusted you because they thought it was a good idea even though you’re still clearly on the enemy side. That’s the stupidity of the opposite side. But being a professor and breaking rules is like being a proper spy. You’re conspiring against your fellow professors by not reporting this, Rem. It’s espionage.”

“You are so full of bullshit, did you know that?”

“That’s why you love me,” Sirius grinned.

“No, no,” Remus said. “I love you in spite of that.” Sirius laughed. “And besides, those kids didn’t want to do anything bad. They’re just curious about the magical creatures in the forest.”

“That’s what they told you,” Sirius said.

“I believe them,” Remus said. Sirius raised his eyebrows skeptically. “If you met Charlie Weasley, you would too.”

“They sound like nerds,” Sirius said.

“Hey,” Remus said. “They’re kids, you can’t insult them.”

“I can’t believe you think that after hanging around with you for 15 years, dating you for 10 and being married to you for 6 I would use ‘nerd’ as an insult,” Sirius said. Remus laughed.

“Are you trying to tell me I’m a nerd?”

“Moony, you’re a teacher.” Remus laughed.

“Fair point.”

“What did you tell the kids though?” Sirius asked.

“I told them to go back to their common rooms and that I’d take them into the forest myself if they’re interested.”

“I bet they loved that,” Sirius said with a smile.

“You should’ve seen them,” Remus said. “They were ecstatic.”

“I knew you’d be a great teacher,” Sirius said. “I told you so.”

“You already said ‘I told you so’ when I got the job,” Remus said, “and after my first class. And many more times after that.”

“Yep,” Sirius said, “and don’t expect me to stop anytime soon.”

“Maybe you should come back to Hogwarts,” Remus said.

“What and teach? I don’t think so,” Sirius snorted.

“No, not as a teacher,” Remus said, “as a student. I have first-years who are more mature than you are.” Sirius laughed and pulled his husband in towards him. Remus winced and Sirius immediately backed away.

“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” he asked, a look of avid concern in his eyes.

“No, it’s not your fault,” Remus said, closing his eyes. “Full moon’s on Friday.” Sirius nodded.

“Yeah, I know,” he said.

“Right,” Remus said, smiling at him. “You and your tattoo.” Sirius pulled up his shirt to reveal the moon-shaped tattoo on the left side of his ribs. It was a magical tattoo that changed to show the phases of the moon and right now it was nearly full. When he’d shown it to Remus for the first time in their 6th year, Remus had melted.

“You alright, love?” Sirius asked.

“I’m just sore, that’s all.”

“Moony, why don’t we give that potion a try?” Sirius said. Remus sighed.

“I really don’t think that’s a good idea, Pads,” Remus said. A few weeks ago, there had been an article in the Daily Prophet about the Wolfsbane Potion. It was the new invention of a potioneer that allowed a werewolf to keep their mind when they transform. The potion wouldn’t cure lycanthropy — Remus would still transform into a wolf every full moon — but it could certainly make things easier.

“Why not?” Sirius asked gently. “It’ll help you, won’t it? What could be bad about that?”

“What if it doesn’t work?” Remus asked nervously.

“If it doesn’t work, then we’ll get through the full moon like we do every time. I’ll be in my animagus form, Remus, nothing bad will happen. And we know that the potion is safe to drink because the health department in the Ministry of Magic approved it; they couldn’t have done that without making sure it’s safe. Worst case scenario it does nothing and things will continue as normal.”

“Pads,” Remus started slowly, “it’s really expensive.” Sirius hesitated for a moment.

“We could draw some of the money that my uncle left me,” he said.

“No, I won’t have you wasting your money on me like that,” Remus said, shaking his head.

“Rem, it’s not wasting, this—” Sirius sighed. “Look, why don’t we give it a try? Just once. And if it isn’t that great and you still feel like it’s a waste of money then we don’t have to do it again but there’s no harm in trying.” Remus still looked hesitant. “It’s not even my money, really,” Sirius added.

“Your uncle left it to you,” Remus said. “Of course, it’s yours.”

“I wouldn’t have spent it,” Sirius said. “I don’t want any money from anybody in that family. But nothing would piss them off more than me using Black family money to buy the Wolfsbane Potion for my half-blood, werewolf husband.” Sirius grinned and Remus shook his head and smiled at him.

“Oh alright,” Remus said. “But we’re only trying. And you have to be in your animagus form the entire time.” Sirius nodded.

“Yeah, of course,” he said, squeezing Remus’ hand and smiling. Remus smiled back before his mouth opened in a yawn. “Go to sleep, love, you’re exhausted.” Remus nodded, not bothering to open his eyes.

“Okay,” he said. “Good night, Padfoot.”

“‘Night, Moony,” Sirius said, turning out the bedside lamp before pressing his lips to Remus’ forehead. “Sweet dreams.”

Sirius closed his eyes as well, drifting off to the sound of Remus; breaths evening out as he sank deeper into sleep. And as he thought over the remains of that day, Sirius found himself feeling happy.

He missed Lily and James, it was true; he didn’t think he would ever stop missing them. But that didn’t have to mean that he couldn’t be happy. Here, today, with Remus and Harry, Sirius would let himself be happy. And he hoped that from somewhere, Lily and James could see them. He hoped they were happy too.

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rollercoasterwords · 3 years ago

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embrassemoi · 3 years ago

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Hi Ava!

First thank you for your fics 🙌🏻

How about Sirius hate fucking the reader? They are kinda ennemies? Slytherin vs Gryffindor or any other house (up to you) but when they see each other in another context (party - alone together) they are goiiiiing for it like damn rabbits okok I'm gonna burn in hell 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃

Losing Game

CONTENT: Switch!Sirius, Switch!Reader, hate fucking, angry and rough sex, they're mean to each other, Sirius is a secret simp, everyone is 18+, no beta; we die like sirius

WORD COUNT: 566

NOTES: I can't stop making these into mini fics rather than dialogues / blurbs. I just can’t stop writing. Hope you like it!

"I fucking hate you," she hissed, careless and mocking, sinking herself back onto his cock. Sirius' head rested on the board of his bed, hands gripping her thighs and waist hard.

Sirius didn't know exactly how it happened — how he, Gryffindor's Beater and she, Slytherin's Seeker — managed to have a screaming match to having her pussy clenching around his length.

Sirius chuckled lightly before being cut off with a sharp groan. They were loud, knowing the music thumping from the common room and through the thick walls was loud enough to drown them out.

And of course, Gryffindor had won. The ruckus from the party served as another cruel reminder.

"You're such a bitch."

"You complete arse. At least I'm not Gryffindor's slag."

"You’re just mad that Gryffindor's always win, unlike Slytherins. They don't buy their way in," he seethed, kissing her; hungry, impatient.

They always won.

And she — her house — always lost.

"Yeah?" She breathed, pace slowing. "Is that so?"

Her voice was deadly and Sirius' hand moved to grab her breast, running the flat his thumb against her nipple, pinching it hard.

She gasped — arousal crashing into her anger with the intensity of two tidal waves. They were almost designed to push each other's buttons.

A hand threaded through Sirius' inky hair, yanking his head to tilt up to stare at her. His hips bucked at the sudden pain, and she relished in his reaction. "You like that?" She gripped her hair tighter, rolling her hips, setting a harsh speed to match the anger that flowed off her.

He bit back a moan. "Ah — fuck you."

"Godric," she gritted, attempting to hold back her moans. "That's supposed to be happening. For someone who was begging to fuck me, you're doing a shit job."

He wanted her like a starved man — that never ending ache that roared in his veins and blood until his head pounded with the idea.

Sirius pushed her off of him, flipping her over before she had the chance to register it. He sank his cock back with a sharp, hard thrust.

He kept her in place, pinning her hips more forcefully to the bed as he set a fast, cruel speed — pouring out his frustration.

His heart hammered against his chest, wanting to buy himself deeper, faster, feeling her squeeze around him, pouring all the rage he had into her.

Fuck Slytherins.

Fuck her in particular.

It was always her — managed to worm her way into his mind that he could never get rid of. She latched herself on. Never letting him be.

He kept fucking her hard.

He kissed her, tongue running up the side of her neck and kissed just below her ear, sucking down. His fingers slipped between her legs, stroking her clit until she was a loss for word — whimpering replacing her harsh words and mocking lilt.

She finally gave in, moans high and sweet, and Sirius smirked against her skin. It was a sound he couldn't get enough of and he lost himself in the addictive sensation of the warmth of her soft skin, her beneath him — withering, grasping onto him.

The thought was too affectionate for what they were.

But he clung onto her, his feelings too tangled and wrapped around her. It was the one game he could never win.

Fucking Slytherins.

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mediocre-daydreams · 3 years ago

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(ch.3) i don’t do love

sirius despises the amortentia trope

pairing: sirius black x female! potter! slytherin! reader

summary: slughorn has a little too much fun playing matchmaker with his amortentia lesson, james’ bias confirmation is so so bad when it comes to lily, and sirius determines that oranges are objectively the worst fruit

warnings: stupid dialogue, the amortentia trope, NO (Y/N), she/her pronouns, mentions of internalized homophobia (like 4 words)

W/C: 1.7k

A/N: i feel like as my adhd meds wear off, the writing devolves into utter chaos and clownery and i wok e up and went into a writing haze and this was the result

Sirius was having the worst day of his life. He contemplated leaping out the dungeon window to allow himself to be eaten by the giant squid, but with his luck, the squid would befriend him instead and then drag him around like its little pet until he was doomed to be the cephalopod’s wet dog forever.

He figured his odds looked better if he just stayed in Potions class.

“Ms. McKinnon, since you’ve got a good understanding of Amortentia, why don’t you come up front and let us know what you see?” Marlene’s eyes flickered across the dungeon, catching the eyes of sly, smirking students as well as students confused by all the buzz in the room. She approached the cauldron cautiously.

“Well, the mother-of-pearl sheen… it’s definitely sheening! And as you can see, there is steam which is curling!” Marlene tucked her hands in the sleeves of her robes to hide their growing clamminess.

Slughorn guffawed. “You’re not the first nervous student I’ve had, Ms. McKinnon. It seems like most of you already know what today’s activity will be. Care to explain, McKinnon?”

“Right… I forgot to mention earlier, but one of Amortentia’s most unique qualities is that it smells different to every person. Usually, the scent depends on what, or who—” she faltered, refusing to make eye contact with her seatmate, “someone’s attracted to. I think.”

“Thank you again, Ms. McKinnon! Five points to Gryffindor for your explanation and another five as my apology for forcing you into the spotlight. You may take a seat unless you’d like to be first to take a whiff?” Marlene darkened, shuffling her way back to Dorcas with uncharacteristic timidness. Slughorn gathered the students around the cauldron, close enough so they could catch a glimpse of the liquid inside but far enough so that they wouldn’t be able to smell anything, thus ensuring the livelihood of the dramatic flair of Slughorn’s matchmaking scheme.

Sirius’ mind returned back to the great squid.

It wasn’t that there was anything bad about Amortentia. There wasn’t anyone he was expecting to smell. It was just that Sirius Black didn’t do love. He had enough experience with it—or more accurately, enough experience of the lack of it—to know that it was complete and utter bullshit. His parents’ marriage? A mutually beneficial economic affair. A way to preserve their stupid bloodline. The way James felt about Lily? More stupid, immature daydreams. Lily made James weak. Lily had wormed her way into his best mate’s heart and turned him into a lovesick fool. What was love good for anyway, other than making your friends embarrass themselves so you could get a laugh out of it?

“Padfoot, mate, what’s going on up there?” James waved his hand furiously in front of Sirius’ face. It didn’t take a genius to know what was going on “up there” with James—he couldn’t stop stealing glances at Lily, who tried her best to look disinterested in his pursuits as she talked with Marlene and Dorcas, slowly inching away so the two would move closer.

“Nothing, I just-”

“He’s either gonna smell everything or nothing. How many people have you hooked up with this year alone, Padfoot? It’s gotta be at least six, not including the people you’ve snogged.” Peter chucked, who was in a perfectly healthy relationship with a lovely Hufflepuff and couldn’t help but be amused by his friends’ dreary romantic prospects.

“What do you mean by nothing, Wormtail?” Remus shifted with his hands in his pockets, already fed up with the direction of the conversation. (He was not particularly keen on rehashing the details of his and Sirius’ on-and-off affair from last summer.)

“Well, Pads here is a serial non-committer. Is there anything he’s actually attracted to or is he just willing to shag anything with two legs?” James found his comment very funny. Sirius did not find his comment very funny.

Shit, is that really what people think of me? I know I got with that Ravenclaw a few days ago, but it wasn’t like it meant anything… oh fuck, that’s the reason why they’re saying that, isn’t it?

“Aw, Pads, we don’t mean it like that.” James shook Sirius by the shoulder cheerfully. “You’re just too devilishly handsome to be tied down by any one suitor. Am I right, or am I right?” Sirius’ mouth quirked up at that. For James, cocky, self obsessed James, to admit to Sirius’ otherworldly beauty? The day seemed to be looking up after all.

“Ah, Ms. Evans! My favorite Potions student, why don’t you come up and give us a whiff, hm?” Slughorn practically shoved Lily in front of the cauldron; the enthusiasm which he didn’t even bother to hide that permeated throughout the entire ordeal had made it quite obvious to the class that this lesson was no more than a poorly disguised matchmaking opportunity masquerading as academic time. “Don’t be shy now, tell us what you smell.”

Lily was blushing furiously, her cheeks nearly as firey as her hair, as she adamantly refused to look anywhere in James’ direction. James couldn’t help the goofy smile from forming on his face, his posture softening as he let out a content sigh at the sight of all of his affection.

“Sorry, Professor. I’m just- excuse me, the steam is just making me a bit pink.” Lily hesitated, nervous to bring herself any closer to the cauldron. Slughorn did not buy any of it.

“It’s alright, dear. Amortentia doesn’t bite. It will, however, be a very important part of your N.E.W.T.s, so I think it’s best if you’re able to observe closely in class today.” The Potions professor rubbed his hands together with a flourish.

“Right. Okay, I understand, Professor.” Lily eyed the swirling ambrosia-like liquid warily. She took a delicate, nonchalant sniff. “I smell… the sweet rolls at mealtimes,” she let out a nervous giggle, much to James’ delight. “It smells like the air after it rains, really earthy and rich. A little woody.” James looked at Sirius, pointing to himself with raised eyebrows.

“Oi, do I smell like the air after it rains?” James looked hopelessly lovestruck.

“Nah, mate. You smell like the mud.” James’ face immediately fell.

Lily, beginning to move away from the cauldron, suddenly coughed, her face scrunching in surprise. Marlene and Dorcas snickered, having their own suspicions about what might’ve thrown Lily off. “Is that… I think that’s quidditch equipment? And broom polish. God, I hate that stuff. It’s so potent and horrid and-” she coughed again. “Gah, why is the broom polish smell so strong?” She scurried away, mortified, throwing herself into Marlene and Dorcas’ arms as they soothed her obvious distress.

“Moony, I play quidditch! I smell like broom polish, right?” James’s face lit up once more.

“Prongs, I hate to break it to you, but there are quite literally dozens of quidditch players at this school. And besides, Lily seems to abhor the smell of broom polish. Hey, maybe that explains why she seems to hate you so much!” Remus punched James’ arm lightly as the latter settled back into a scowl.

“Mr. Black! You’re up next!” Remus and James give Sirius a small shove forwards as he stumbled towards Slughorn, accompanied by a small whoop! from Peter. Slughorn motioned toward the cauldron, and Sirius tried his best to emulate his normal swagger as he stepped forward. Lily was right. He thought. It really is hot up here…

“I smell… parchment?” Sirius glanced around the classroom to see if there was any parchment nearby that could be interfering with the potion’s properties. There wasn’t; not even Slughorn’s prized lesson plans. He could feel the class’ eyes on him; everyone wondered what Hogwarts’ notorious playboy would smell. Everyone wondered if it would be them. “Um, it smells kind of windy, you know? Like when you’re outside and there’s wind?” James choked down a laugh. Remus looked mildly entertained. Sirius shot them a glare. His mind brought him back to last weekend, sitting in the shade of a courtyard tree as James didn’t did his Charms work, and there was some presence he couldn’t quite forget. It clung to him, like the dirt that refused to wash out of his jeans from that day.

Sirius’ eyebrows furrowed; it looked as if he was deeply concentrated. Lupin, similarly to Marlene and Dorcas, had his own suspicions. He found Sirius’ obliviousness humorous, if he was honest. “I think that’s coffee?” He tried to think of who drank coffee. Not me, I hate that stuff. Father always liked—eugh, don’t think about him right now. Prongs likes his pumpkin juice, Wormtail takes Earl Grey, and Moony likes his tea green… but I swear I saw him drinking coffee that time he was doing his Divination essay! Could it be-?

“It’s strong.” No, it can’t be Moony. He drowns his coffee in cream and sugar; how charicatistically Remus Lupin. It could never be Lily; plus, she’s never picked up a cup of coffee in her life. I’m almost completely sure Marlene and Dorcas are gay…

“It’s almost a little sweet… no, not sweet; it’s acidic. It’s like citrus… Merlin, it smells like oranges.” Sirius looked queasy and a little dazed.

“M’boy, are you alright?” Slughorn rubbed his back. Absolutely not! I am not okay. In fact, I would very much like to step out into the loo and purge my olfactory glands of this experience.

“Yes, Professor. I think, well, I just… I think I just don’t like the smell of oranges?” Sirius’ voice cracked. Holy shit, oranges? Who smells like oranges? Whoever it is, I hate them. Pshh, I’m not attracted to damn oranges. Oranges, of all fruits. They’ve got to be the worst fruit.

Slughorn laughed heartily. “Looks like we’ve got two students with a bit of a conundrum here! Okay, Mr. Black, you’re free to go.” Sirius clambered down to his friends on unsteady legs.

“Y’good there Padfoot?” James really did look concerned.

“Yeah, all good Prongs. Thanks.” James’ grin returned.

“Well, I guess that knocks out the no smell theory!” Sirius whacked him upside the head.

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partlystiles · 3 years ago

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Thank God For Quidditch - James Potter

james potter x fem!reader (smut)

summary: After Gryffindor fails to win a Quidditch Match, the other team’s captain’s teasing causes something in James to snap and the next thing he knows, he has her falling apart in his grasp.

word count: 4,795

warnings: NSFW, thigh riding, unprotected sex, praise, choking, hair pulling, swearing.

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Nothing inflates someone’s ego like praise. Y/N L/N knew that all too well, spending her days basking in every single compliment thrown her way for whatever she did whether it be someone liking her outfit or talking about the Quidditch game she had won the previous week. Whatever it was, Y/N thrived off of it all and the only thing more buzzing than an actual Quidditch match was the aftermath where people talked about it for hours on end and asked the team captain, Y/N, for a full recount of the match.

The biggest match was the one at the end of the year between the two houses in the finals. Also known as the one that her team had just won, their seeker catching the snitch in her hands with a loud laugh as the crowd erupted with noise and the commentator screamed about her skills. It was always the crowd that spurred Y/N on, their screaming smile and happy shouting making her feel proud of her team and her skills whilst she zoomed after the small little ball in the air.

“Yes, Y/N!” The team yelled in different variations as she flew down to the ground with the snitch still in her hand as the crowd raced each others out of the stands to come down to the field. She dismounted her broom and left it in the pitch before she raced over to her friends and threw herself into the Keeper’s arms and he twirled her around.

The cheering became louder as he lowered her and their heads snapped over to every tower where students were filtering out and running behind Madam Hooch who was approaching with the Quidditch cup in her hands. Other teammates patted her back in congratulations as she took the cup in her hands from Madam Hooch with glinting eyes at her accomplishment.

“Woah!” She exclaimed as the two beaters lifted her onto their shoulders and she was lifted above the shouting crowd with the cup in her hands. Even people supporting Gryffindor in the match were crowding around them and shouting congratulations, cheering with their friends banners instead of their red ones.

There was another sea of red further away from the ones in the crowd and Y/N’s eyes zeroed in on the large number 7 printed on the back of the Gryffindor Captain’s uniform as he walked not-so-calmly towards the changing rooms. He looked on the verge of a temper tantrum and Y/N smirked at the memory of his earlier words.

“Enjoy the pity party after the match, L/N.” James Potter had said, glaring as the two of them shook hands in the centre of the pitch. The grip was tight, both of them seeming like they were trying to cut off one another's circulation so the Chaser couldn’t carry the Quaffle and the Seeker couldn’t grasp the snitch.

“I’m sure you’ll throw it great, I’ll be at the actual party with the rest of my winning team.” She replied, a bitter smile on her lips as her crescent nails scraped over the material of his glove in the tight grip.

“It’s nice to have dreams, even if they are pathetically unrealistic.” He shrugged his shoulders as they let go of each others hands on Madam Hooch’s orders and walked away from each other to mount their brooms and fly up to their starting positions.

She had vowed to make him eat his words which thanks to her wonderful Quidditch skills, he had and now he was storming back to the changing rooms one second away from snapping his beloved broomstick in anger. Sirius Black was walking close to him and the other members of the team were walking back up to the castle instead of the changing rooms.

“Put me down, put me down.” Y/N laughed as she tapped one the heads of the two team members holding her up in the air; they let her down with a laugh and being up there was definitely better than being down on the floor where people were still cheering. “I’m gonna go rub it in Potter’s face.”

“Have fun.” Cory Michaels, one of the Beaters who had held her up, leaned down in excitement to kiss her cheek before he pushed her away and she started to worm her way through the crowd.

The praise followed her out of the clump and she soaked it all in with a smile whilst squeezing through the gaps between people who milled around the edge of the large ground, someone yelled and she glanced back with a scoff to see Cory being held in the air with cup that she had given to Cressida Bridge in his hands.

Jacob Jones was one of the last people who complimented the game on her way out of the circle, after she had passed him she broke into a small jog to get to her destination. The changing rooms weren’t that far away from the centre of the pitch but it was a fair distance, Y/N would do her bragging then return to her common room for the afterparty...there was always something inside her that itched to make James angry especially after Quidditch matches.

It was the way his eyebrows scrunched in irritation or the way that his cheeks flushed a bright red from the effort and sweat glistened on his skin from flying around the pitch and tossing the Quaffle around. Y/N was sweaty too, slipping the gloves off of her hands as she walked so they were free of their confines and the breeze hit them almost immediately because of her jogging.

Slowing down into a walk as she got closer to the changing room, she took off her shin guards and held them with her gloves. She was half-tempted to take her ponytail out but decided against it until she was having her shower and could cool herself down.

A few metres in front of her, the doors to the changing rooms opened and Sirius Black came out with pursed lips as he shut the door behind him and went to start walking but he froze at the sight of the opposite teams captain walking towards him. She had a smirk on her face, her eyes glinting with mischief as she stared at Sirius and he shook his head slowly towards her, his own smile peeking up.

“Not a good idea, beautiful.” He said as she got closer but all she did was smile at him and give him a small chuckle as she passed and he started walking with a smile. “Your funeral.”

Disregarding his comment, Y/N slowly pushed open the door to the changing room and saw Potter tugging a shirt on with his back to her. It was a simple white t-shirt and black jeans but he tugged the top on so aggressively that she wanted to laugh but just settled on closing the door and leaning against it before throwing her gloves and shin guards down onto the nearest bench with a clatter.

“I don’t want to hear it, Padfoot, you made your point.” He grumbled as he grabbed a bottle from his bag and put it up his shirt, spraying it in the direction of his armpits and Y/N wrinkled her nose up in disgust. “I’m overreacting.”

“I don’t know what a padfoot is-” She began to say and James jumped out of his skin as he whirled around and nearly stumbled whilst putting the cap back on his aftershave. “- but I’m not it.”

His expression turned sour as he stared at her and he turned back to his belongings to start packing his uniform in his Quidditch bag quickly, more aggressive now that she was in the room. “Come to gloat?”

“Yes, actually.” Y/N nodded with a smile and pushed herself off of the wall, walking closer to where James was packing his stuff up and she leaned against the wall beside that instead, meeting James’ eyes as he glanced at her. “What happened out there? You’re bad anyway, but today you were horrible.”

“Shut up.” He scowled, grabbing his red jersey and stuffing it into the bag on top of the Quidditch sweats they were all made to wear. Y/N only smirked slightly wide as she saw that she was affecting him.

“I mean, the Finbourgh Flick was a good tactic.” She continued casually as the rustling of the clothes got louder and James breathed more heavily in anger. “Too bad it didn’t work.”

“Quit it, will you?” He snapped at her, eyes flaring as the eye contact was made but he looked away with a rising and falling chest.

“The reverse pass was good on your part as a Chaser.” Y/N continued and James’ hands fumbled with his stuff whilst his face heated up with the humiliation and the anger. He glared heatedly her had the urge to just...push her into a wall and kiss her right on the mouth so she would shut up.

What?! He blinked for a second, erasing the thought from his mind with a shake of his head...the thought of kissing her should disgust him but through his angry haze he didn’t seem to be bothered whilst looking away from her features that glowed and glistened with a thin layer of sweat that looked disgustingly enticing in that moment.

“But that failed too...” She frowned mockingly and he glanced back up, eyebrows furrowing in anger and his hands itched to press her shoulders against the wall she was leaning on. Rendering her speechless. So he could have a moment of peace. “Your chasing skills were okay but same couldn’t be said for your captaincy...should’ve brushed them all up on their passes. That’s on you.”

He snapped, jerking away from his bag and towards her, his hands reaching to her arms as he slammed her back against the wall she was leaning on in anger and shoved his lips against hers to shut her up. She jolted slightly at the impact but she accepted the kiss as he stood an inch apart from her, hands gripping at her arms and eyes closing but still full with anger at the sight of her though they softened slightly behind is eyelids when he realised he had just pinned someone against the wall, kissed them roughly and let his anger get the best of him.

He pulled away just as roughly, panting whilst his eyes searched every detail on her face in fear he had made her uncomfortable in any way; it hadn’t been his intention but she just made him so mad. “I’m, uh, sorry.”

She panted just as heavily as him, her breath having been stolen by the way he slammed her against the wall and then his lips had pressed against hers with vigour. Though as his blazing eyes searched her face, he found no sign of uncomfortableness or disgust, instead he saw the smirk twitch at her lips again.

“Don’t apologise.” She breathlessly told him, licking her lips and James eyed the wetness that now covered them as he gulped at the sight and his eyes flicked back up to hers again. “Do it again if you’d like.”

Then she winked at him and James swore he went into cardiac arrest for a moment but he regained himself quickly before looking at the wetness on her lips and diving in again, pressing his lips roughly against hers before pulling back and doing it again and again and again. Like he was addicted. But he was still angry which he didn’t understand...James’ grip tightened on her arms slightly as he took a step closer so their noses nearly touched and he kissed her on the lips again.

Y/N responded as best she could, but the kisses he delivered were short and rough, not ones were she could give him the pleasure of kissing back. So she just let him attack her lips with his, feeling them bruise with every bit of pressure was put onto them with his endless kisses that came again and again and again. Every kiss got him more worked up it seemed and for one of them, he planted his lips onto hers and just pressed them there for longer, letting the feeling consume him.

She had no problem with it, just wished he would do something else to stimulate her building arousal. James grunted at one point and she prepared herself for his touch, his tongue pressed against her lips and she opened them immediately, welcoming him inside with a small, escaped breath. His tongue circled around hers, moving around her mouth as they groaned in unison.

Y/N desperately wanted to touch him somehow, but he still had her arms in his tight grip despite the fact that he was almost pressed against her completely and there wasn’t even any way she would want to leave now. She moved her tongue too and he grunted again, finally moving his hands from her arms to her his but still keeping her pressed against the wall.

She moved her arms out to wrap around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to her and letting her hands play with his hair, tugging at it slightly and making him groan as his hands travelled slightly higher but he stopped when he realised she was more or less still in her full Quidditch Uniform

He disregarded that fact for a minute and let his lips travel down across her jaw to her neck where he ducked his head down and she leant hers back to give him more access, his lips sucked gently at the skin as he kissed her neck and gave the occasional blow which caused a shiver down her back and the slightest arch.

James chuckled lowly at her back arching slightly and she groaned slightly at the sound and the breath on her neck, his kisses went further up her neck until he was dangerously close to her and she felt them skim her earlobe before his voice invaded her hearing. “I knew you liked me.”

She could practically hear the cocky smirk through the small laugh as he nipped gently at her earlobe before travelling his kisses back down to her neck. Y/N rolled her eyes and used her hands to grab James’ face before bringing him to face her. Both of them were breathing heavily and James quirked his eyebrows up at her as she made them meet eyes.

“Shut up.” She said to him breathlessly, pulling him back in to connect their lips and he smiled into the kiss they shared before he went serious again and stuck his tongue into her mouth again.

And again she welcomed it eagerly, the muscles circling around each other as they engaged themselves in a rough and passionate make out. James grabbed at her waist and pulled her right up against him, off of the wall so he could unzip the back of the jersey and push it off of her. He didn’t bother to unbutton the cape that attached at the bottom of the jersey so he just let it fall with it.

So now she was just in her long-sleeved black shirt, her black joggers and her boots. Y/N quickly discarded of her shoes, throwing them to the side and letting her sock-covered feet land on the hard wooden floor below her before she pulled her socks off too.

James didn’t waste any time in grabbing her by the back of her thighs and using his remarkable strength to hike her up so her legs wrapped around his waist and they engaged back in a heated kiss with his hands squeezing at her thighs and her hands running through his already messy hair.

He moved backwards as they kissed, both of their lips surely bruised by now from the roughness of their kissing. The feeling of her body against his was intoxicating and she craved so much more. James lowered himself onto one of the benches so she was now straddling him and they kept kissing one another, their heavy breathing loud amongst the thickening air of the changing rooms.

Caught up in the moment, Y/N grinded against James who groaned into their kiss and put his hands on her ass, squeezing as she grinded again and their tongues found solace touching the other. Soft breathy moans from Y/N and small groans from James filled the changing room and she felt thankful for the rest of the team deciding to shower back up at the castle instead of in the changing rooms.

James started to kiss at the skin on her neck, sucking and pecking it as Y/N continued to grind on him with her small moans. “Want you to ride my thigh.”

“What?” She breathed out, breath catching in her throat as he started sucking in the same spot for a while, surely leaving a mark.

“I want you...” He smoothed his tongue over the spot where he’d been sucking and Y/N exhaled shakily, bucking her hips. “to ride” He peppered kisses across the extra expanse of skin until his mouth had trailed up to her ear and he lowered his voice down to a whisper. “my thigh.”

“Okay.” Y/N moaned out softly and moved from straddling both of his thighs to straddling only one and looking at him to make eye contact, his eyes were alight yet dark with lust as he looked at her and before she started moving, his fingers ghosted over the hem of her shirt.

He pulled it off of her and she raised her arms so it slipped off easily and he threw it across the changing rooms without looking for an exact place to throw it. He then pulled his own shirt off and threw it away too.

His eyes were too busy travelling over the sight of her bra-covered chest and marvelling at the way it perfectly pushed up her breasts to where he could bury his face in them and kiss at the skin which made her moan out again as his hands groped at them hungrily. She tilted her head back as she felt his thumbs trace over the material of the cups and her nipples began to harden in arousal.

His fingers travelled around to her back and he unhooked her bra, pulling it off of her shoulders and throwing it in the direction of her shirt. He put his hands on her breasts again, groping at them and kissing them too, his hands just felt better now that it was skin on skin.

“Move, baby.” He whispered against her skin and she breathed softly as she began to drag herself along his thigh, feeling the faint stimulation as the joggers pressed against her knickers and her knickers pressed against her vagina.

A shiver went up her spine as she continued to move against him, breathing shakily and getting faster with every rut. He flexed his thigh from underneath her and moved his hands away from her breasts towards her ass to move her faster against his thigh which had her gasping and gripping his shoulders and moaning whilst the stimulation against her clit got faster and rougher and his hands were squeezing her ass harshly.

He groaned as she bucked faster, moaning whilst her fingers pressed into his skin and muscle. James even started to bounce his thigh which sent sparks of pleasure through her as her tits started to bounce on her chest and James watched them hungrily whilst they went up and down over and over and over again until she was a moaning mess on his body.

“I’m gonna-” She cut herself off with a loud moan, rutting faster in chase of her release as James leaned forward and stuffed his face into her neck, kissing and sucking and even nipping slightly at the skin there as he continued to bounce his hip. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, L/N.” He whispered roughly into her ear, squeezing her ass hard enough to leave a bruise as he bounced quicker and listened to the pretty noises that she let loose. “Do it for me.”

“For you,” She breathed out in a moan, tilting her head back whilst she thrusted faster and the lewd noises escaped her with no hesitation. “All for you.”

“All for me.” James chuckled into her ear and with one last loud cry of pleasure, Y/N released and continued to shake and stutter in her rhythm as she rode out of her high and James softly kissed her through it. “Well done, my girl.”

Y/N let her hands loosen their tight grip on him as she panted after her orgasm, letting her palms massage his shoulders instead of gripping them tight. James rubbed her ass before moving his hands up her back to smooth over the skin of her back whilst she calmed down.

“We’re not done yet.” He whispered into her ear and she moaned softly again at the declaration. James began to stand, making Y/N stand too and he slowly lowered his hands to pluck at the waistband of her joggers.

He crouched slowly, bringing the joggers down with him until they were pooled at her feet and she stepped out of them. His fingers travelled back up to get the waistband of her knickers and he pulled them down next, smiling cockily at the sight of the glistening wetness inside of it. She stepped out of those too and James stood back up with them still in his hand, her grabbed her face in his hand and showed them to her as her cheeks squished in his hold.

“Made such a mess.” He tutted, moving his hand that held her face so she was shaking her head. The confidence and dominance radiated off of him like he was a raging fire spreading smoke up into the air, Y/N loved it and the way he held her face in one hand made her go crazy.

James threw her knickers away too and she was left naked in front of her half-naked Quidditch nemesis. Who knew that this is where they would end up? Y/N moved her hand, getting the urge to make him feel good and she reached out towards his joggers, wanting to touch the bulge that had grown there but James grasped her hand before she could touch it and tutted again.

“I wanna make you feel as good as you made me.” She told him, words muffled by his hand squishing her cheeks but he understood her anyway by the way he smirked at her.

“You will make me feel good.” He released her cheeks and grabbed her hips instead, pulling her against him so her breasts pressed against his bare chest and she groaned slightly at the feeling. “By letting me fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.”

Y/N moaned at the thought, trying to pull him down for a kiss but James pulled away which made her whine slightly. He chuckled at her noise as he began to walk them back against the wall and she shivered once her back pressed against the cold tiles and James towered over her with an aura of dominance. The rustling of his pants made her look down to where he was pushing both his joggers and his boxers down his legs before stepping out of them.

Y/N’s eyes trained to his erection and she licked her lips at the sight before looking up to James who smirked at the look in her eyes before wrapping his own hand around his dick and pumping it just to tease her because he said she couldn’t do it before. He let go of his dick, crouched and looped his arms underneath her thighs, guiding her legs to wrap around his waist like they had before as her weight was supported against the wall.

She moaned slightly as her pussy touched his bare body and he just smirked at her before pushing his hard dick into her with no prior prepping and enjoying the way her head tilted back against the wall with a large moan scraping at her throat. He went in slowly, watching her mouth fall agape further as one of her hands pressed against the wall behind her another grappled at his shoulder, with every inch that went in, the wider her mouth fell with the pleasurable pain he was delivering.

James bottomed out and held himself in there for a couple of seconds, kissing at her neck and sucking another mark whilst she got comfortable. His other one he had made stood out as a bright red blotch on the side of her neck and James kissed at that again, Y/N whimpering at the touch.

He began to pull out in a slow pace before taking his time pushing back in, he continued the slow pace as he let her get used to it. The feeling was remarkable and Y/N moaned softly as he slid in and out of her agonisingly slow.

“Faster.” She panted, her chest heaving and James stopped altogether, bringing her to whimper but then his mouth was against her ear again.

“As you wish.” He said, his raspy voice heavenly in her ears and she allowed herself to revel in it for a moment before her peace was interrupted by James’ hips slamming into her and causing a loud moan to pour out of her lips as he kept thrusting into her whilst she balanced herself against the wall.

His thrusts were relentless, in and out over and over. He spoke through gritted teeth whilst slamming and thrusting into Y/N. Moans were spilling from her lips with no mercy and her tits were bouncing up and down over and over as James kept up his rough pace. He pulled out all the way and then slammed back in over and over and over again with praise and profanities spilling shamelessly from him.

“Yeah, my good girl, fuck yeah.”

At his words, she let out moans which were met with groans from James as he thrusted in and out with his eyes on his girlfriends breasts which were bouncing for his view and Y/N attempted to bounce herself back on his dick with a screwed up face from the pleasure whilst her eyes tried to peak down at where James was thrusting into her but he reached back and pulled their hair so they were looking up at the ceiling of the changing rooms.

“James-” She cut herself off, their eyes rolling back in their head as James put a hand around her throat and laughed at their fucked out expression and went impossibly faster into her. The moan that she wanted to let out was blocked by his hand gripping her neck tightly, his fingers pressing into the skin whilst the sound of skin slapping echoed around the rooms.

“You like my hand around your pretty neck?” He grunted and she nodded, her hand on his shoulder going to touch his arms as a whimper made its way out and James laughed lowly. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Y-Yes.” She choked out, moaning as James loosened his grip slightly when he felt his orgasm approaching. Y/N could feel her own, the coil slowly tightening in the pits of her stomach as her eyes rolled back again and James groaned louder. “James, fuck me.”

“Come on, baby.” He moaned, going faster and Y/N whimpered repetitively as his dick brushed against her g-spot and it prodded at the pressure point repeatedly. “Come on. Cum all over me, my good girl, cum on my dick.”

His words sent multiple shivers down her spine and finally, with motivation from James’ thrusts against her g-spot and his hand tightening on her neck again at the chase for his own release, Y/N let go and had her second orgasm all over James’ dick that was still pounding into her but starting to stutter in it’s rhythm. She clenched around him and it took a lot of self-control for James to pull out and let his own cum squirt up all over her torso.

Once both of their orgasms had mulled over, Y/N leaned her head forward and rested her forehead on James’ as they both panted and their chests went up and down in unison. James tilted his head so his lips could catch hers and Y/N responded softly, the kiss softer than their rough ones which had started the whole thing off.

“Thank god for Quidditch, huh?” Y/N muttered against his lips and he managed a chuckle, the two of them naked and sweaty but still laughing with each other after a failed match for one of them.

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moonstruckme · 1 year ago

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hi!! first of all, i am a frequent reader(???) of your blog because your writing is immaculate and you seem so sweet and fun to talk to you, thank you so much for all the work that you do

second of all, i really hope your request are indeed open so that i am not spamming you🫶 in case they are closed, i am so very sorry and freely ignore this

I was wondering if i could request a little reader x either james or if the spark comes to do poly! i will NEVER say no to that lmao, where the reader seemingly out of nowhere starts feeling down, voicing that she doesn't think she's a good person? because she thought of all the friendships and extremely close people that left her and she just feels hurts and confused?

need some hurt/comfort rn, i know i am a little mean, and probably not the nicest person out there, but thinking of all the failed friendships/folks that i loved so dearly makes me feel like perhaps i am not a good person and that thought plagues me a bit ng

either way, thank you so much in advance, i hope you are well, getting to take care of yourself and have a lovely rest of day, evening of whenever you are reading this!

Thanks for requesting honey, love you <3

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 1.2k words

James is talking to you about the movie he wants to go see, and if you were a better girlfriend—if you were better, period—you’d be listening, chipping in occasionally but mostly just letting him talk with the same adoring attentiveness he always gives you. But instead, you’re still stuck in the pub you’d left a few minutes ago, watching the surprise play over Sirius’ features. The flash of something you suspect might have been hurt in his cool gray eyes before he covered it up with skillful quickness.

“And whatever I say, I can’t seem to lure the boys to another sci fi film,” James goes on, “so I’m afraid you might be conscripted for that one.”

“Okay.”

“Really?” The disbelief in James’ voice brings you back to attention. “I thought you’d have more qualms after that last one.”

You did swear to James that he’d never be dragging you to another of his nerd movies again. But maybe this is your opportunity to turn over a new leaf. “You want to see it, right?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Then we’ll go.”

The two of you walk under a streetlight, giving you a clear view of your boyfriend’s skeptical expression. “You’re really alright with it? We can go see that new rom com instead, if you want.”

See, this is the problem with being around James. He’s so, so good. It makes you seem even worse in contrast. And he makes it impossible to be selfless, because he always has to be the most giving person in any situation. It makes you want to cry from both love and frustration.

“Let’s just go to the one you want to see,” you say, and despite your best intentions the words come out with a slight edge.

“Alright,” he says slowly. Now you can feel his eyes on you, your own gaze vaguely ahead as you keep pace alongside him on the sidewalk. You live in a more shadowy part of town, but the clouds obscuring the moon make the darkness complete. James’ voice is tentative. “Hey, are you okay?”

You chew your bottom lip. “Do you think I upset Sirius earlier?”

“You mean that joke you made?” It doesn’t help your anxiety that he knows exactly what you mean. No chance it flew completely under everyone else’s radar, then. “No, he was fine.”

“You don’t think he looked…I don’t know, shocked? Like his feelings were hurt?”

James’ gaze burns into the side of your head, but you won’t look at him. “No, angel. I think your sense of humor can be a little…” he fumbles for the right word, and a worm of unease writhes in your gut “...brash, sometimes, but Sirius is made for that stuff. The last person you’re going to offend with that is him. He gets it.”

You sigh and nod, doing your best to convince yourself he’s telling the truth.

“Hey.” He bumps your shoulder lightly with his. “What’s going on in that head of yours? I can hear you thinking.”

“I just don’t really know if I’m a good person.”

Your voice is quiet, but you know James hears you perfectly. His steps actually fumble for a second, like he might stop in his tracks.

“Of course you are,” he says. “I mean—listen, of course I would lie to you even if you weren’t, though I guess we probably wouldn’t be together if I thought you were a bad person, but—anyway, you are. You are a good person.”

You force a laugh, ignoring how your throat contracts around it. “Sorry. I know you’d lie to make me feel better, Jamie. You’re too nice.”

“I would,” James acknowledges, following as you go up the front steps to your apartment and dig around in your bag for your key. “But I’m not right now.” He ducks his head as you twist your key in the lock, jockeying for a view of your face. “Sweetheart, why would you think that?”

“I don’t know,” you mumble as you step inside. You set your keys down on the table by the door and knead at your chest, but it does nothing to relieve the hollow ache forming there.

“Yeah you do,” James says softly, hot on your tail. “I know you, you don’t just say these things. Come on.” He takes your shoulders in his hands, trapping you, and you drop your gaze to avoid meeting his eyes. (You know how that goes. They make you feel all soft and melty and get you to talk and talk and talk.) “I can’t be fully honest with you if you’re not honest with me,” he says.

“I just know—I know I can be really mean sometimes.” Your voice cracks on mean, and James tightens his grip on you, holding you together while you crumble. The pressure in your throat is hot and thick, but it feels so good to cry. Like your outsides finally match your insides. “I want to be better but I don’t know how.”

“Sweetheart.” James’ voice sounds like heartbreak. His hands slide from your shoulders, wrapping around your upper back and squeezing painfully. “Darling, you don’t need to be better. Or, not more than anyone else. You’re already a good person.”

You make a miserable choked sound, frustrated with him for only telling you what you want to hear and frustrated with yourself for not knowing better.

“You are,” he says, half desperate. “Know how I know?”

You take your face from his shoulder, eyeing guiltily the glossy wetness of your tears and snot on his jumper. James takes your face in a big hand, finally succeeding in angling it towards him.

He’s giving you a little smile despite his own watery eyes and the deep crinkle between his brows. He takes your look as enough prompting to go on.

“Because bad people don’t worry about if they’re good people, angel.” The words are emphatic, beseeching. Begging you to understand. “They don’t try to do the right thing. You being worried about Sirius is just proof that you care. Do you think a bad person would get themselves so worked up” —he thumbs at the wet skin underneath your eye, smiling thinly— “over whether they’re being too mean? That just doesn’t happen, love.”

You swallow thickly, letting James press a solid kiss to your temple. He holds your face between his hands like you’re something special. Something worth having.

“I wouldn’t be with someone who was always being actually mean to my friends,” he tells you, voice dropping into a lower register. You know he’s being sincere. James would never let anything happen to Sirius or Remus, certainly not by someone he’d brought into their orbit. “But we all know you don’t mean anything cruel by the things you say. It can be a little…”

“Brash?” you supply, and James smiles.

“Yeah,” he admits, “sometimes. Anyone who knows you doesn’t take it personally, though. You’re kind in your own way, it’s just not always what people are used to.” James tilts his head, assessing your expression and giving you full view of the earnestness in his in turn. “You’re a good person, sweetheart. And please don’t worry about being that kind of mean to Sirius, alright? He can take it.”

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ashesandhackles · 4 years ago

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Deconstructing Harry: The boy we meet in Philosopher's Stone to the man in Deathly Hallows

I have often seen fans talk about how nebulous Harry is as a character, especially in the earlier books. They can't make sense of who he is as a character and other more colourful, more actualized personalities take over our attention from any traits Harry might display. Harry becomes more defined for a lot of people OOTP onwards where he displays traits that sometimes make him unbearable or unlikable.

Harry, as we are introduced in PS, has a very little sense of self. He is narratively self deprecating or plays down his presence or skills, not that he is aware he has any. He grew up without any presence of him displayed in the house - no photos, no idea about his parents or what they look like or what really happened to them and discouraged from asking questions. Harry as we meet him is neglected, rootless about his identity and longs for escape. For him, every day is a battle against Dudley, who bullies him or Vernon, thus setting a worldview that never truly goes away: him vs adults. But just because Harry doesn't attach traits or values to self, does not mean he does not have it.

It's an effective narrative tool though - for Harry to be our eyes of the world. Only in later re-readings can we get a grasp of the traits that become more pronounced as books go on. Also, it's not surprising that Harry develops a better sense of self when he is removed from an abusive home.

Let me begin with this:

1. Harry is a fighter

One of the things that struck me in later re-readings is that how much of a fighter Harry is, from the very beginning. He will not lie down and take abuse. The narrative presents it as no big deal, because Harry doesn't assign any importance to it - it's every day life for him.

-Verbal standing up-

See his reaction to Uncle Vernon and the letter fiasco. He stands up for himself, even if it falls on deaf ears. "I want my letter - as it is mine!". Later on, in the same book, a completely befuddled 11 year old Harry stands up to Snape too, but in a politer way: "I think Hermione knows the answer. Why don't you try her?". He gets less polite with Snape as books go on. Harry's humor is something he employs liberally with Dudley when standing up to him - "The poor toilet's never had anything as horrible as your head down it - it might be sick" and we see this trait manifest into the sass we all know and love.

- Fight or flight-

He is remarkably good at "fighting himself out of tight corners" as Snape put it. And although Snape attributes it to luck and more talented friends, he is onto something about Harry's ability to worm out of tight corners. He lives moment to moment in a dangerous situation - relying on his nerve, very fast reflexes and athleticism. He is also able to notice things in an environment that will get him out of a quick pinch. You see this clearly in Department of Mysteries in Book 5 where he comes up with the idea to smash shelves, the mad idea to escape on a dragon, the ministry escape where he manipulates Runcorn's image (as he noticed how people were reacting to him) to create chaos and get the Muggleborns and the trio out, Chamber of Secrets when he instinctively understood the diary is the source of power and stabbed it.

Where does the athleticism and ability to spot dangerous situation come from? This boy has spent a decade cheeking Dudley and running away from his gang, spotting when he needs to get out of the way as "long experience had told him to be out of Uncle Vernon's arms reach" or "ducking when Aunt Petunia aimed a frying pan at his head". The instinct to see a dangerous situation develops over the course of the books in his adventures - to the point Harry unconsciously brings out his wand in Tottenham road without thinking too much about it. He is almost always wary and less quick to lower his wand.

When hiding/ escaping is not an option, Harry is not above physical fighting - despite how small and skinny he is in Book 1. Both he and Dudley fight for a chance to listen at the door when letter first arrives for Harry. Dudley wins the fight. Later on, Harry jumps Uncle Vernon from behind and hangs on to his neck to get his letter. He even does the same thing to the troll in the same book. ( Then over the course of series, we see him beat up Sirius in Book 3, Malfoy in Book 5, strangle Mundungus in Book 6 - all of these are related to his fury over the dead, so different context. But still).

- Manipulation/ Cunning-

11 year old Harry even tries sneakily - waking up early to get his letter (unfortunately didn't work). The other sneaky methods he has employed throughout the series is - not telling Dursleys at end of PS that he is not allowed magic at home, threatens Dudley with it in COS, not telling them Sirius is innocent to play up the threat of a murderous godfather to keep them accountable, and also the smooth way he negotiates with Uncle Vernon for Hogsmeade letter. ("Well it will be hard work, pretending to aunt Marge that I go to St Whatsits" ,"Knocking the stuffing out of me won't make Aunt Marge forget what I could tell her"). He similarly displays his negotiation and playing to what he knows about people with Slughorn in Book 6, Pettigrew in Book 7.

The scene with Slughorn is disturbing, with Harry coercing a drunk Slughorn to give up his memory. You can argue that this is the influence of Felix Felicis, but I think the potion acted more as facilitation. The disturbing way Harry brings up his mother's murder to unnerve Slughorn is his own doing. ("Voldemort stepped over my father's body towards mum" "I forgot - you liked her, didn't you?"). Again, in a life threatening situation, Harry plays to Pettigrew's latent guilt: "You are going to kill me? After I saved your life? You owe me Wormtail!"

2. Relational justice over abstract justice

Harry's concept of justice is relational and based on his high empathy for the underdog. He notices power dynamic in a situation and empathises with the victim. This is in contrast to Hermione, who has more abstract, bigger picture view of justice. It's no wonder that Hermione is the one who is the most political of the three.

His high empathy for the underdog and needing to stand up for them is because he feels responsiblility that no one should go through what he went through. He stands up for Neville in PS and encourages him to stand up for himself. When he sees his father bullying Snape, it is not about an abstract "this is wrong behavior". Harry goes further: "Harry knew what it felt like to be taunted among a circle of onlookers" , Harry focuses on young Snape's mismatched clothes because he himself knows what it's like to wear clothes that are not yours or ones that make you look ridiculous. His empathy extends to Voldemort too - understanding why he may not want to go back to his orphanage and desire to be in Hogwarts, wondering why Merope wouldn't stay alive for her son, his fixation with Voldemort's maimed soul in King's Cross chapter and later asking Voldemort to feel remorse (" I have seen what you will become otherwise"). Even his reaction to Dobby in COS - "Can't anyone help you? Can't I?" when Dobby talks about his slavery. Hermione is usually seeing the bigger picture, Harry sees the individual.

3. Pathological mistrust of adults

He is less likely of the trio to take an adult at their words or be assured by them when they say they are taking care of things. He has learnt, from a very young age, that he is always expected to take care of himself. And the times he does take things to adult, they consistently disappoint him - by patronising him or acting like he is a child, neither of which he has tolerance for or appreciates. This is why he takes to Sirius and Lupin, who exhibit neither of these communication patterns. In some ways, Mr Weasley too.

Umbridge's abuse of him for him is framed as a battle of wills between her and him, as if he is an equal. And he loses if he complains - "not giving her a satisfaction of knowing she got to me". Harry's worldview has always been - adult vs him.

His inability to trust adults even extends to the ability of adults he likes to look after themselves. While Sirius is understandably a wreck in OOTP, he has by and large followed Dumbledore's orders. This doesn't register with Harry (Ron points it out: "Sirius listens to Dumbledore even though he doesn't like what he hears") and Harry's fears about Sirius, excaberated by Sirius's tendency for recklessness, comes to play.

He even showed similar distrust in Lupin's judgement in taking a potion from Snape in POA ("Harry felt the urge to knock the goblet out of Lupin's hands" and tries to hint at Lupin that Snape will "do anything" for DADA job). And he shows this once again with the most magically powerful wizard he knows - Dumbledore. ("if I tell you to abandon me and save yourself, you must do so". Dumbledore has to insist on this before Harry nods reluctantly. It's also Dumbledore's wording, but this is a wizard Harry feels safe with almost entirely because of his power - and yet Harry cannot obey an order like this without reluctance). It's not about Harry's own ability to take care of them - he just innately cannot leave people to it.

4. Humor as a value and coping mechanism

Harry has an established coping mechanism by the time we are introduced to him - quip in the face of danger/ dark humor. There are repeated instances of Harry amusing himself with snarky comments in his head when things are really bad for him. Like in PS, when they are in the hut, Harry wonders if the roof will fall in and then thought that if it did fall in, he might be warmer. In the earlier books (before his growth), he seems to value Ron over Hermione simply because he is more "fun". Harry enjoys being around funny people like Ron, Weasley twins, later Ginny simply because there is some dark stuff happening with him and he needs "fun" people for semblance of normalcy, escape. In fact, this desire is so strong, he attaches it to his romantic relationships: Ginny is a "blissful oblivion" and times with her are "something out of someone else's life". His relationship with Cho failed because her coping mechanism is discussing her trauma and Harry's is escaping it.

-dealing with conflict with people he likes, small digression-

A part of his growing up in later books includes valuing Hermione as much he values Ron and we see it in display in HBP, where he is more willing to stand up for her to Ron (something he kind of did more quietly before in POA - "can't you give her a break?" ) and also get confrontational with her instead of using Ron as a buffer between them to fend off her more boisterous/ bossy tendencies. ("let him make up his mind" "skip the lecture" "don't nag" - Ron took the heat in earlier books. In HBP, Harry is more willing to be irritable with her in a day-to-day interaction - "I hope you enjoy yourself" he tells Hermione when she states her intention to investigate Half Blood Prince. Or when she tests the book - "Finished? Or do you want to see if it does backflips?" "Do you have rub it in Hermione, how do you think I feel now?" at the end of HBP. ) In OOTP, his best method to deal with her when she bothers him was lying, avoiding her nagging and if that doesn't work, explode and treat her to display of his temper. There is more to explore here, of course - even with regard to how he deals with Mrs Weasley in Book 4, 5 and the difference of him hugging her in Book 7.

5. Fascination with the dead/ a passive death wish

Harry feels remarkably little sense of betrayal knowing that he was set up to die by Dumbledore. His self sacrificing streak is rooted in his love, yes, but I also think Harry is a little bit too fascinated by death, not surprising considering most people he loved are dead. Him wanting the resurrection stone in DH, him obsessively spending time at Mirror of Erised (to the point he feels feverish and Ron thinking he looks strange) until Dumbledore stops him, him almost wanting to fail to learn a Patronus because he wants to hear his parents voice, the hearing of whispering voices in the Veil in OOTP which only Luna could hear apart from him, the scene at the grave where he almost wishes he was "lying under the snow" with his parents, the possession scene in the book of OOTP has him wishing to die so he can be with Sirius. You can almost argue the Harry has, in many moments, shown raw desire of death. In fact, him choosing to let go of the stone and not go looking for it is a big character decision for him.

I also want to address Harry's temper and how that develops over course of series, the implications of understanding the people he loved and put on pedestal are flawed - but I am afraid this post is already way too long. So I will leave that for some time later.

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drawing-way-outside-the-lines · 2 years ago

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Chapter 15 - (Not so) Subtle Invitations. Episode 2.

Daniel: *About 30 minutes later I was sound asleep, when I suddenly felt something stir in the bed*

Sparkle: Sorry… I didn't mean to wake you *she half whispered, half giggled the words out* I just couldn't sleep, I got scared, there were some noises outside the window…

Daniel: *I smiled softly in the darkness* Okay…. take some blanket if you want.

Sparkle: *She slowly wormed closer to me, and I could suddenly feel her hip against my groin* Is this okay? Or am I too close?

Daniel: *I grunted softly* No, its okay… She kept quiet about 5 minutes, and I was almost asleep again, as she suddenly moved her leg in a way so it rubbed against my groin. What happened next I didn't expect at all!

Sparkle: *Her voice was low and shy* Daniel… I'm horny…

Daniel: *I had no idea how to answer that, was it an invite or just an info? And even if it was an invite… no, I shouldn't go down that road! I cleared my throat and spoke in a lowered deep voice* I thought you weren't ready for sex?

Sparkle: *She was quiet few seconds, then almost whispered the words out* I think I'm finally ready…

Daniel: *Why cant girls be more clear? Was that the second invite?* Uh… so you… want….

Sparkle: *She sighed softly* I need to feel someone… and I know I can trust you to treat me nice… please *her voice was so low it almost disappeared*

Daniel: *Pretty sure Andy is going to kill me!* Sparkle… I don't think this is… I'm quite big you know… seeing me soft is not the same as when I'm hard…

Sparkle: *She hissed a bit* Daniel I'm not stupid! I know there is a size difference! But… Sirius was big too!

Daniel: *I had no comeback, I knew she was right*

Sparkle: *She was quiet about two minutes, then she sighed softly* I know I don't have big boobs, but… maybe you could… I don't know? Pretend?

Daniel: *I frowned softly* They are fine as they are…

Sparkle: There isn't even a handful… I'm sorry… I will just… I'll see you tomorrow, okay?

Daniel: *As she started to get up I grabbed her wrist softly* I just don't want to hurt you. Cause you betcha, whatever I do to you, Andy will do to me tenfold!

Sparkle: *She hissed again and her voice was irritated* Well, you do like Andy to fuck you right?

Daniel: *I couldn't deny she was right, and I was definitely horny too by now, so I grabbed her back head, dragged her in and kissed her greedy, slowly laying her back down on the bed, running my free hand up under the tshirt. Her breasts were fine, a small B I would say, easily big enough to squeeze! I moaned softly as I felt her hand lock around my boner* Slow down… we need to make sure you are ready or it's going to hurt. ❌Short sex scene START - readers must be 18+❌ ❌ (To skip sex scene, scroll till next marking) ❌

Sparkle: *She moaned lightly* Daniel, I'm wet as fuck! Please just… *her voice was pleading and steamy, it was easy to hear she meant it, and as my fingers found their way between her legs I found out she was more than right. She was soaking! She moaned deeply as I slipped a finger inside her* Yes! Please! *Her fingers of her free hand dug into my shoulder as her hand around my hard dick tightened, and she slowly started stroking back and forwards* Is this okay?

Daniel: *I bit my lips hard and moaned softly* Yes… *I was a dead man! That's for sure, so I might as well enjoy it as much as possible, make it worth it! I let another finger slowly slide inside her, and as I did she arched her back slowly, I reached my other hand down towards the floor, and the big lamp I had standing there, turning it on, leaving the bed bathed in a dimmed yellow light* Is this okay? *I moaned gently and waited for her reply, I know how some girls prefer sex in the dark.*

Sparkle: *She moaned deeply* Yes… it's… it's fine…

Daniel: *I sighed softly, still not fully convinced she wanted this… her body definitely did, but did she? And with me? I moaned softly, and grabbed her hand around my dick, speaking in a husky voice* Sparkle… are you sure about this? I don't want you to regret it in the morning.

Sparkle: *She sighed impatiently, then let go of my dick, sat up slowly, and dragged my tshirt off her body, so she was sitting in only her underwear* Daniel… would you just fuck me already?!

Daniel: *Those were the magical words I needed to hear! I ran one hand behind her back and quickly with 3 fingers snapped open her bra, roughly pulling it off her and let it fall to the floor. I got between her legs, pressing my naked body against her, as I started kissing her almost violently, I was so horny, it was hard to hold myself back, even if I wanted to go slow, for her sake. I pressed her backwards down into the bed, slowly sliding off her panties. Licking her nipples gently, before finally raising myself a bit above her, gazing deep into her eyes* I heard you… but I want to start out slowly… you are practically a virgin again…

Sparkle: *She nodded softly* Just…. just don't turn into Andy on this one… okay?

Daniel: *I nodded agreeing. I knew exactly what she meant. Andy and her used to have a thing for each other, back when he assumed he was straight. They had finally done it, but instead of fucking her brains out, as Andy would normally do with any girl, he had made love to her. To Sparkles disappointment, as she prefers it rough. I took a deep breath, and slowly let myself slide inside her, feeling her nails dig hard into my shoulders along the way, so I paused* Did I hurt you?

Sparkle: *She shook her head a little* I'm okay…. *she took a deep breath and slowly loosened her grip on my shoulders, letting her hands slide down to my hips* I'm okay… I can handle it…

Daniel: *I smiled softly, and slowly started moving in and out, making sure not to go in too deep yet, I really didn't want to cause her any pain. I kept my slow pace a few minutes, but as she started panting more and more, and in addition press her body closer to mine, I figured it was time to up the speed a bit, so I slowly increased both speed, pressure and depth.*

Sparkle: *She suddenly whimpered softly and I stopped in a second*

Daniel: Are you okay? *I looked at her hesitating*

Sparkle: *She nodded softly* I'm good, I'm just a bit sore… please keep going, don't hold back so much… I can handle it.

Daniel: *I frowned softly, but kissed her forehead gently and started moving slowly*

Sparkle: Daniel! *Her voice was irritated again* just stop! This just once again feels like… you know… just please stop.

Daniel: *I hesitated a few seconds, then let myself slide out of her, but as she sighed deeply from irritation, I flipped her over on her stomach, rough, demanding, and before she could get to say a single word, I pressed myself back inside her, hard, strong, deep!*

Sparkle: *She moaned out so loud it was almost a scream, and dug her fingers into the pillow below her*

Daniel: *I thrust inside her, making sure to dig my fingers into her ass cheeks, slowly pulling her upwards till she was on all four* Is this better? *I gave her a single almost violent thrust*

Sparkle: Oh god yes! *her voice had turned into a yelling, and I have to say the cute girl with the Hello Kitty panties was gone. We fucked like mad for about an hour. Sweaty, steamy, rough. Just the way she wanted it.*

#unicornmanes #Daniel Chase Hartwig #Sparkle Diamondsheart #Sparks

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fandomlovingfreak · 3 years ago

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Healing His Heart (18/?)

Young Remus Lupin/Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit Content (18+)

Word Count: 2100

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Summary: (y/n) is two years younger than him, a popular Slytherin, and Regulus Black’s best friend. Yet he can’t help but be attracted to her bewitching personality and sweet smile. Unfortunately, his er–problem makes it harder to get close to others. Despite his attempts to push her away (for her own good) she seems determined to worm her way into his life.

Disclaimer: Remus Lupin (Sirius Black, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, Regulus Black, and other Harry Potter Characters) is a character from Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling. Reader or y/n is not owned by Rowling. This work has not been created for profit or financial compensation, and is a transformative fair use work in accordance with Section 107 of the United States Copyright Act.

Notes: So So So Sorry for the extremely long wait. I just could not get this chapter out of me for all that is good in this world. I hope some smut makes up for the wait.

Enjoy

Number Nine Glovergus Lane has an exceptionally large door; Remus observes as he looks up at the towering manor.

It's an especially sunny day, warm with a slight breeze. Perfect for taking his girlfriend somewhere for a stroll around a pond or... in a garden or something.

Instead of spending a romantic day with (y/n), he found himself being practically pushed out of the front door of her home. It hadn't been a malicious action on her part; she had ripped the letter from Mister Gedius out of his hands as they sat in her family's garden, eating breakfast. A brief glance over the letter had her dragging him out of his chair and up the staircase as she excitedly talked about the opportunity Mister Gedius had written about.

He allowed her to pick out the outfit she deemed "smart enough" for an interview and practically buzzed with energy as he changed, chattering away non-stop.

Of course, he had to agree with what she wanted. She was too excited for him to just ignore the reply. Besides, Mister Gedius was offering a particularly generous deal. It was good pay, flexible time (obviously a plus for someone who had a-- furry little problem), and he would be doing something he knew he would be good at. Maybe it wasn't a flashy Ministry position or the coveted Defense Against the Dark Arts post, but it was something. And he desperately needed something.

The last thing he needed was (y/n)'s parent's to believe he was dragging down their daughter in any way. He could be a provider.

Not that (y/n) expected him to take on such a traditional role, but something in him had to prove to others he was capable. No one had yet made him believe he wasn't, but society's view of his kind was far from accepting. It would always be a fear that lingered somewhere in his mind.

"Yes?" Remus snaps back to attention, looking up at the greying man.

"Hello, I am Remus Lupin. I sent you an inquiry about the Library assistant job last week."

"Ah yes," the man nods, "come in, come in." The man leads Remus into a large library, "sit, sit. Would you like anything? A cup of tea, perhaps?"

"Uh-- sure, thank you. That would be great."

The man settles down in a chair across from Remus before speaking, "Did I introduce myself?" Remus sets his cup down before responding that he did not with a shake of his head.

"Ah-- I always seem to forget. Effie always reprimanded me for forgetting to introduce myself," he chuckles fondly, "I am Iwan Gedius. I'm sure you deduced that considering, I am seated across from you."

Remus smiles politely, "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance Mr. Gedius."

"Please, call me Iwan. If you're to take up this post, you must drop the formalities. They are quite unnecessary in my home."

"Of course s-- Iwan."

The older man smiles, looking amused, "So tell me, Remus Lupin, are you a recent graduate from Hogwarts?"

"I am, this past May."

"Congratulations. Do you have any experience with libraries?"

"Not any professional experience, but with my studies, I spent numerous hours locating books in the Hogwarts Library. And of course, multitudes of hours replacing said books."

Iwan nods, "And you're up for my library? I have to warn you, I am notorious for not reshelving my books. At least not very well."

Remus nods, "Whatever needs reshelving, I am more than willing to reshelve. And, I have plenty of patience to document or reorganize the whole library if needed. I am willing and happy to put the whole library back together, honestly."

Iwan chuckles, "You've more than convinced me, Remus. You can start next Monday, maybe around ten A.M.? I don't expect you to work more than five or six hours a day. Weekends off, of course, and personal time off is always available if you request a few days ahead of schedule. How does that sound?"

Remus grins, feeling elated, "That sounds great! I appreciate that you're taking a chance on me."

***

"So?" (y/n) is sitting at the dining room table when he gets back.

He shrugs off his blazer, setting it down on the back of a kitchen chair, "I got the job."

A smile rises on her lips, "Did you really?" Remus nods as she springs out of the chair she had been sitting on, launching herself into his arms.

"I knew you would get it! I just knew it!" Remus makes a noise of surprise as she presses her lips against his. His hands find (y/n)'s waist as he steadies them, their bodies molding together as the kiss quickly grows passionate.

"My parents-- they're gone for the next few hours," she whispers against his ear, her sinful hands untucking his dress shirt.

Remus doesn't think twice about what she said, pulling her immediately towards the staircase. Weeks had gone by between the time he was allowed to feel her underneath his body. The temptation to bury himself in her warmth, to hear her soft sounds as they move together towards mutual pleasure... It's too strong to resist.

(y/n) gets his shirt unbuttoned and thrown from his shoulders before he can get her bedroom door shut properly. He returns the favor with vigor, removing her clothing with unmatched speed. A bit embarrassing when he thinks back to it later that night, but at the moment, getting her naked and on the bed is all he could care about.

She looks fantastic, he thinks, once she's displayed in front of him. Despite actually only being a bit bigger than what they're used to at Hogwarts, the bed looks massive. The possibilities are endless, he thinks, trying to decide how he wants her situated.

Tapping her hip softly, he mutters, "'wanna try something new."

Sitting up on her forearms, (y/n) gives him a funny look, "like what?"

"You'll see," Remus kneels on the bed, moving her leg so he can lay next to her. "Lean against me. Just like that, good girl." He's moved her, so she's got her back pressed to his chest and her leg over his hip. Remus's left hand, which rests on her abdomen, moves up to massage her breast as his other hand begins to slip down her thigh towards her sex.

He swears she's holding her breath, her face turned towards him as he teases the skin of her inner thigh, not yet reaching where she wants him.

"What do you want?" he presses a kiss to her neck, his hands ceasing their teasing as he waits for an answer.

"You know what I want, Rem." Not the answer he wants, not what he wants at all.

He tries again with a light pinch against her breast for emphasis, "Tell me what you want."

The yelp is exactly the reaction he had wanted. Remus hides a satisfied grin upon her neck.

"Please touch me." Her voice is quiet.

He caresses her thigh, "here?"

(y/n) shakes her head, "no, no, please, Remmy. Don't make me beg you."

"I thought you were a good girl. Good girls use their words." He can't help himself, biting lightly where he had previously kissed.

She makes a whimpering sound, her fingers intertwining with his brown hair, pulling lightly as he tongues at her neck.

"I am-- I want your fingers in me, please. Please, Remmy, I want you to fuck me with your fingers."

He grins, "there we go. That wasn't too hard, was it?" He moves his hand down to cup her sex, "got to make sure you're nice and wet for my cock. Isn't that right, darling?"

"Yes, yes, please--" She's cut short as he thrusts two fingers inside of her. The noise she makes is like poetry.

"Is that too much?"

"More, I want more." She's already squirming against his hand, trying to fuck herself against it.

Any concern Remus may have had melts instantly, "as you wish." Pulling his fingers out, absolutely coated in her juices, he inserts a third before beginning a quick pace.

"My hands are a bit busy; how about you play with those pretty tits for me, darling." Remus's voice is low, barely over a whisper. Her hands are immediately at her chest.

"Like this?" Her voice holds a teasing edge as she watches his eyes follow the way she pinches her nipples.

"Exactly like that." With his free hand, Remus moves her beautiful face towards his, kissing her soundly. (y/n)'s hands are suddenly buried in his hair, forgetting her previous request as her hips maneuvering to press up against his lower abdomen.

"Fuck me, please?"

And who is he to deny her when she's behaving so good, using her words like he asked? With a tilt of his hips, he's sheathed within her.

With each shallow thrust, (y/n) rocks against his hips, causing her clit to rub against his body, the leg thrown over his hip wrapping itself tighter around him. Remus lets his hand drift from her lower back towards her ass, grabbing a handful to increase the push and pull of their lovemaking.

The angle is new for them, on their sides gripping one another to stay exactly like that because he's hitting just the right spot, the spot that makes her involuntarily let out small gasps.

She's chanting quietly, breathlessly that she wants more. She wants everything he can give her and more. Whimpering about how big he feels and how much she loves his cock.

"Please, Remus--"

"What do you want?" He asks before kissing her again.

"I wanna cum, please, Remmy--" Remus grins, pulling out quickly.

Before she can complain, he moves her to her hands and knees. Large hands massage her ass, feeling rather giddy as he runs his cock against her cunt.

(y/n)'s whole body seems to tremble, her face turning to look at him, "Oh, Gods-- hurry!"

The night is full of new surprises, he thinks to himself before he goes right back to fucking her senseless.

"Holy fuck," (y/n) gasps out. Remus can't help but grin, leaning over to press a kiss to the back of her neck. He feels huge draped over her body, caging her in against the bed as he relentlessly pounds into her.

This may be his new favorite position. He's got access to nearly all of her, and he can't say he doesn't enjoy having this more dominant power over her.

His hand snakes down to her sex, fingers moving clumsily till they find her clit. At the contact, (y/n) pushes back hard against his hips, her head jerking up just a tiny bit.

"Yes, there." Remus obliges, fingers moving in practiced circles around her clit, his mouth attaching itself to the side of her neck, pushing her towards her release. Feeling he's only going to last another minute or two more, Remus's movements speed up, hoping to get her there before him.

It seems to do the trick, her pussy trembling around his cock in seconds and a low moan of his name coming from her lips. The top of (y/n)'s body seems to slump against the bed as he chases his own release.

He pulls out of her, releasing across the small of her back with a deep groan. He steadies himself by planting his hands on her hips.

He's about to make a comment about enjoying the view when he hears the (y/l/n)'s front door open and close and the sound of (y/n)'s mother calling for her.

"Shit!" Remus springs up from the bed, grabbing his wand to get rid of the mess on (y/n)'s back and to cast a precautionary contraception charm.

"C'mon now," Remus whispers, pulling his pants back on. (y/n) laughs, rolling over to look at him, but she doesn't seem to be in a rush to get her clothes back on.

"Relax, Remus." She's about to pull on one of his shirts, but he grabs it from her hand.

"Don't make it too obvious."

(y/n) rolls her eyes, "I hardly think wearing your t-shirt is going to tip my mother off to what we were doing."

"I dunno! Mothers are weirdly perceptive."

His girlfriend giggles but pulls on her own shirt for his sake. "Ya know, you're cute."

Remus frowns, "I just don't want your parents to think anything there's any... funny business going on."

"I'm sure they know there is funny business going on. All parents were teenagers once too, you know."

Remus frowns, "Still! They don't need to catch us in your bed."

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