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singmyaubade · 1 year ago

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bad girls do it the best

james potter x female!reader

warning: mentions of smut.

summary: everyone secretly likes a bad girl, even the golden boy.

a/n: i wrote this in a hurry without proofreading so yay! I'm sorry if this is cringe, i just thought of it.

James hurried through to detention; he was five minutes late. He had forgotten that he had gotten in trouble for setting off a firework in the middle of OWL'S.

It wasn't even his fault; somehow, the firework ended up in the classroom; it's not like he placed it.

Of course, that was a lie, but he was the only one who got in trouble, not Sirius or Peter. Remus didn't have any part in it because he takes his studies "seriously," It still wasn't fair.

He entered the classroom immediately; there was only him and a group of Slytherin girls, you included. He hated to admit it, but you scared him.

It's not like you were violent.

Well, that was untrue.

You had beaten a girl in your house for sleeping with your ex-boyfriend. It was one of the most notorious things James had seen throughout his years.

James remembered envying the ex-boyfriend because you were one of the hottest girls in his year, and you knew it. Even with the way you sat in front of him, ass on the desk with your legs crossed and a smirk on your face.

You might've been "bad," but you still got good grades and were one the best witches in your year. You never made fun of good people and only made fun of people who did it to others.

You only disrespected a professor if they disrespected you first.

And you never believed in blood supremacy or house, and your family was well known for not being with the Dark Lord.

So why couldn't James talk to you?

"What's up with the stare, Potter?" One of your friends had said, James almost shitting his pants.

"There is n-no stare," James stuttered, causing the girls to laugh.

"Do you have a fucking problem?" Another girl asked, "You think you're allowed to stare at Y/n?" She threatened, cracking her knuckles.

James had never had a girl scare him so bad. He had never wished for a teacher to appear so fast.

You waved your hand to your friend to stop her actions, "Aw, don't scare the puppy," You snickered. Your friend immediately sat back down.

"What are you doing here, Potter?" You asked, teeth flashing in your smile.

"I got in trouble for lighting a firework in the middle of OWL's," He swallowed, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

Was it hot in here, or was he just nervous?

You tsked, "What a bad boy," You said, causing all of your friends to laugh as James did an awkward one.

"Wanna know what I did?" You asked him as he hesitated.

You raised your eyebrow as he nodded eagerly, "Y-Yes, I wanna know,"

"Well," You stood, "I got caught giving the most mindblowing blowjob to Professor Binns," You walked closer to him as he gulped. You smirked, "I'm just joking; I got caught sneaking out of the castle,"

He exhaled as your face was extremely close to his, "Did that make you nervous, Potter?" You asked, pouting.

The rest of your friends laughed as James looked like a deer in headlights.

Suddenly, you put your hand inside his pocket as he moaned surprisingly, causing snickers from your friends. You pulled out a lollipop that James had gotten from the nurse earlier.

Pulling the sucker into your mouth, it was cherry flavored.

Professor McGonagall came in at the sight of this with a sigh, "Ms. L/n, please take a seat,"

You smiled, sitting down with the sucker in your mouth as James sat down, hiding his bulge.

"As all of you know, this is your punishment and NOT a day at the Quidditch field," McGonagall looked at James, "Nor a day at Three Broomsticks," She looked at you as you blew her a kiss, "You may read or write, but I want absolutely no talking." She instructed.

"Yes, Professor McGonagall," Your entire friend group said in perfect unison.

McGonagall gave one stern look to your group before sighing and sitting in her chair.

James tried to not look at you but couldn't help himself. You were something he never even thought would look at him. It wasn't only confidence but your whole entire being.

Suddenly, you tilted your head to the right, and James heard the loud telephone beside McGonagall ring, causing her to put down her book.

You smirked toward your friend before McGonagall spoke, "I have to take care of something; all of you are to be on your best behavior until I come back!" She demanded, giving a stern look to all of you.

She rushed out of the room as your friends got up to guard the door.

"Thirty minutes," You said to your friend as she nodded, going outside the door.

"W-What's going on?" James asked as you approached him.

"I've always wanted to fuck the golden boy, you know that?" You said as James's face turned tomato red.

"What?" He asked, gripping his seat.

"Don't play dumb, Potter," You smiled, getting on your knees in front of his chair, "Ever since I saw you, I always wanted to taste good in you,"

He couldn't believe this was happening.

"But-" He hesitated.

You frowned, "You don't wanna fuck me?" You asked, "Do you think I'm ugly?" You played with him.

"No, no!" He almost yelled, "You're fucking gorgeous, but I don't know if this is a good idea."

"Haven't you ever just wanted to taste something bad?" You asked, palming his bulge as he closed his eyes and groaned, "I promise it tastes so good,"

He wanted you more than he ever wanted anything in his entire life.

He ran his hands through the sides of your hair, kissing you passionately as you returned it eagerly, removing his belt.

"Tell me what you want," You moaned.

"I wanna see your tits," He whispered in your neck, sucking bruises on it as you pulled your shirt over your head, your tits bouncing out.

He squeezes your boobs immediately, leaning down to suck on the bud of your nipples. You moaned, pulling down his pants with his boxers.

He was bigger than any guy you had seen in growth and length; you had no idea how he would fit inside you.

You pushed him back from your boobs, the harsh air on your nipples causing them to rise.

You sucked the tip of his cock, him groaning as you swirled your tongue around his tip, looking him in the eyes.

You could feel the wetness in your panties just by looking at his pleasure which gave you pleasure.

You took him in entirely, gagging on him as you grabbed your hair in a ponytail from getting in your mouth. You started going faster as James was finding it hard to control himself, about to come in your mouth.

"I'm gonna- fuck," James warned before cumming in your mouth as you swallowed it like a champ.

He had gotten hard again that very second.

You smirked, swallowing the rest, "Open your mouth," James said as you obeyed, sticking your tongue out as he spit in your mouth as you swallowed it.

"You wanna fuck me?" You grinned, standing up.

James couldn't believe you were real, "I wanna taste you," He said as if in a trance.

You giggled, "We don't have enough time,"

"I don't care," He grunted, kissing you deeply as he laid your back on the desk and ground into you.

He ripped off your panties as you gasped into his mouth before he laid kisses down your breasts to your cunt, feasting.

You moaned loudly as he sucked on your clit, causing you to almost scream.

He shoved his tongue inside you, making you put your hand on your mouth as he looked up at you.

He lifted off your cunt, "Don't cover your mouth; I wanna hear you slut," He demanded

You had no idea James Potter was capable of having a dirty mouth.

You did as he said, trying to control your sounds to not let anyone hear. He was attacking your cunt like no one had ever done, girl or boy.

He genuinely enjoyed this as he stroked himself while eating you out.

Once he saw you were close, he put a finger inside you, causing you to go overstimulated.

You came there, and then as your release was all over his mouth. He rose off your cunt, kissing you on the mouth, "Taste yourself," He breathly said, putting his finger in your mouth.

You sucked on his finger, doing as he asked. He gave you one last kiss before you both heard two knocks on the door.

That was the signal that McGonagall was coming.

You and he put your clothes on quickly as you moved back to your side, sitting down before your friends and McGonagall entered the classroom.

You could hear McGonagall berating your friends for being outside before she rushed in and looked at you and James.

You both tried your best to be completely normal, and it was fooling McGonagall.

"Glad to know at least two students followed my tasks!" She said as all your friends sat down, and you smiled at James.

An hour passed before McGonagall let you all go as you slipped in a note in James's pocket with a kiss on his cheek.

Meet me in my dorm after Potions tomorrow.

And James had never felt so lucky in his entire life.

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ellecdc · 9 months ago

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A Man With a Plan (prologue)

prologue // p1 // p2 // p3 // p4 // p5 // p6 // p7 // p8

Remus Lupin x whimsical!reader - Hogwarts Era (no Voldemort) - Soulmate AU

A/N: Hello! I've been stuck in my head about the idea of a whimsical reader (think Luna Lovegood) after reading the many sweet writings of other writers on Tumblr (specifically @ moonstruckme)! I totally ship a character like this with Remus because I feel like Remus has a tendency to overthink and get stuck in his own head and a character like this would be a breath of fresh air for him and balance him really well. Please note: whimsical does not = stupid! Rather, quite smart but people find her odd and reduce this to lack of intelligence. This is my little prologue, a sort of soulmate-esque AU - what do we think? Do we like this idea? Would we read it???

CW: swearing (cuz it's Remus 'Werewolf McSwearWolf' Lupin's POV, duh)

If there was one thing people ought to know about Remus John Lupin, it was that Remus was a planner. At any given point, it would be safe to assume that Remus had a plan.

As would be typical of Remus Lupin’s luck, however, most of his plans got fucked to shit.

Example A:

As a child, Remus planned to grow up to be a wizard like his da, or a nurse like his mum. That plan was fucked to bits just before his 5th birthday when Fenrir Greyback damned him to a life of lycanthropy and a side serving of prejudice.

Example B:

Remus Lupin planned to never be accepted to Hogwarts on account of his previously stated damnation. That plan also went sideways when an owl dropped a letter into his porridge on the morning of his 11th birthday, containing an acceptance letter to Hogwarts. Remus’ da told Remus it was likely a mistake and they would rescind the offer once they learnt of his lycanthropy. Once again, plans were nullified when headmaster Dumbledore himself showed up on the doorstep of the Lupin Cottage after not receiving a response from them.

Example C:

Once he confirmed his acceptance to Hogwarts, Remus Lupin planned to be completely invisible throughout his time at school. This meant: no embarrassing himself, no bringing attention to himself, and absolutely, under no circumstances, would he make friends.

Of course, as should have been expected, this plan was fucked upside down and backwards seven ways to Sunday when the likes of James Fleamont Potter and Sirius Orion Black set their sights upon him.

Though Remus Lupin did have a plan, he was still just a boy. He’d been homeschooled his entire life due to being unable to explain his absences to muggle teachers as well as his scars/injuries from every full moon, and the village kids were quite fearful of the scarred boy. All this to say; he’d never had friends before.

So, sue him for relishing in the interest these boys seemed to have in him.

No matter: Remus could handle this. “How?” You may be wondering. By a plan, of course!

Remus Lupin would allow these two (and Peter who went about befriending the boy in a much gentler way, so let’s make it three) friends, and planned to ensure that they never learned of his lycanthropy. He’d only just made friends; he wasn’t about to lose them.

Of course, Sirius being the nosey fucker he is, James being the doting mother hen he is, and Peter being far too perceptive for anyone’s good – that plan was fucked to shit as well.

Remus, then, planned then to never let anyone else ever learn his secret again.

That plan was once again fucked by none other than Sirius Black and his unfortunate ‘prank’ on Severus Snape that could have cost Remus and Severus both of their lives, or at the very least, their lives as they knew it.

Remus Lupin then planned to never forgive Sirius Black for that horrible, thoughtless prank.

Remus was admittedly not all that sad to say that this particular plan was shot too, though he ensured Sirius suffered at least a little during the process of his forgiveness.

So, as he sat at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall in September of his 7th year listening to his friend’s wax poetic about their different love interests or conquests that they had made over the summer (i.e., James’ love for Lily, Sirius’ many hook-ups, and Peter’s enthusiastic support of them both), Remus made yet another plan.

Remus John Lupin planned to never, ever, fall in love.

Moony, it would seem, had other plans.

Continue to the first chapter here.

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nivtee · 1 year ago

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i NEED a part two to falling girlie

: ̗̀➛ WOKE UP. sirius black.

sirius black x gn!reader

angst ! mention of coma ! happy ending ! description of medical technology ! yes, hogwarts has phones now !

sirius black can't sleep without you, so he doesn't

sirius black hasn't slept in four days.

staring at your body, lifeless, laying in the hospital bed with tubes in your mouth and nose, it hurt- no, it killed him to sit and watch. but he couldn't just go back to hogwarts, sleep it off and wake up.

as much as he wanted to, he feared that if he fell asleep he'd believe it was all a dream, and he'd imagine you waking him up from a nightmare where you couldn't breathe without muggle technology, where your limbs had to be rebroken to lay straight, where your lungs didn't work.

he was afraid of waking up from that reality just as bad as he was afraid of you not waking up.

he'd seen you cast the spell, falling towards the ground, and he'd watched your body slow down but not fast enough, hearing the sickening CRACK from all the way in the astronomy tower.

he'd almost pushed those fuckers off the side himself.

furiously rubbing his face with a wash cloth, he glanced at himself in the mirror. he kept himself clean, yes, he couldn't imagine you waking up to a version of him you found unattractive, and he made sure that he styled his hair the way you liked, with a man bun and your wand wrapped tightly in his hair.

maybe you'd need it when you woke up, so he kept it for you.

he also kept your textbooks by your side, he knew how badly you'd cry if you couldn't finish your homework, and he'd made sure to get your homework from your friends, your teachers, hell- he'd even asked Dumbledore to owl any homework you had to St Mungos, just in case you woke up.

he'd put all of the letters you'd received, 'get well soon' and 'champion of the diving squad (courtesy of james potter, everyone) up in a nice pile on your bed side table, so that when you woke up, you'd be able to grab them and read them all again.

after two weeks, he was starting to get worried. he started sleeping, only with a sleeping drought every night, and only if he had seen you during the day.

you never moved, exactly the same position when he'd arrive the next day.

you lost weight, despite the feeding tube you were given you had become somewhat gaunt, him being able to feel through your hip when he hugged you goodbye.

he left a few snacks in your bed side draw, incase you woke up and needed something to eat, so he'd stocked it with everything you could want.

he still got you a birthday present, and a valentines day gift, and he still spoke to you about everything that happened during his day. you'd respond when you woke up.

even when he couldn't be with you, he'd sent you funny texts and memes he found during the day, smiling to himself when he imagined you reading through them once you were awake.

he'd stopped visiting for a week, exams were approaching and he knew that once you woke up and found out he'd failed because he was stuck to your side, you'd go balistic.

and then one day, he's visiting again, with a fresh new bouquet of flowers and freshly styled hair, still just as nervous when he first met you.

he waved hello to the nurses, winked at the kids running past and walked into your room like he owned the place, like he did when you were asleep. only...

"i was wondering when you were gonna replace my flowers, these are starting to smell like you."

you woke up.

#✎dosiewrites #marauders #oneshot #sirius black #james potter #harry potter #sirius black x yn #sirius black x you #padfoot #sirius x reader #sirius black fluff #sirius black agnst #imagine #marauders imagine #marauders x you #marauders x reader

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bush-viper-cutie · 3 years ago

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New Student, New Friend

Pairing: Young Snape x french!reader

Word Count: 2,751

Request: #1 “Hi! Can I request a young!Snape x french!reader where the reader's transferred from beauxbatons and isn't fluent in english/has a thick accent? Love your work!!”

#2 “Hi hi! Love your work! Can I request Young Snape x French reader? Sorry if I dont speak well, english is not my first language <3”

Warnings: none

A/N: Hello everyone again! :D I combined both requests because they are pretty similar so enjoy!

Posted: 9/10/21

Masterlist

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~*~*~ = time skip

(Y/n) = first name

(L/n) = last name

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~*~*~ = POV change

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There was a strange static in the air this morning, one Severus couldn't quite place. He brushed his long hair back behind his ear and listened in to the hushed whispers of passing classmates.

"...Beauxbaton, can you believe it?"

"Nice to not know someone for a change - "

Beauxbaton? Severus gathered they were talking about a new teacher perhaps? Although it wasn't that odd to get new professors in the middle of the school year. Just last year the Dark Arts professor was promptly replaced when he went mad after a spell backfired on him; In fact, every year there was a new one.

It was strange that the new teacher should be a transfer from another school such as Beauxbaton... Maybe they were fired and no one else wanted them, must be down on their luck. And if that is the case, how very fitting for Hogwarts, home of inadequacy.

Severus, still deep in his bitter thoughts, almost tripped over the shoe that had extended out in front of him. He caught himself and whirled around angrily. "Watch it!" he growled, straightening.

James Potter smirked. "Oh, Snivellus. Didn't see you there.” His Gryffindor friends snickered behind him, bolstering his ego. "I'd get along to class if I were you. Wouldn't want to be late on your first day back."

Severus grit his teeth and did everything he could to not growl his displeasure of being in so close proximity to the pinnacle of mediocrity that was Potter. It had been a week after winter holidays had ended but after another nearly fatal encounter with Black, he’d been forced to stay in the Hospital Wing un-zippering his mouth and a couple of fingers before being allowed back.

The memory of the experience made his knees weak, making keeping his riled demeanor that much harder. He was lucky he'd had the foresight to cover his nose before Black unleashed his hex. It wasn’t a quick run from the lake to the nurse, and he certainly wouldn't have made it with his nostrils zippered together as well.

"Mind your own business, Potter." Severus spat out his name like rotten apples, furrowing his brows in an attempt to seem more threatening however he could not help but notice the hallways getting emptier by the second. He knew better than to get caught alone with Potter.

He laughed and turned to catch up with his friends. Severus watched him go, only relaxing his shoulders after Potter had rounded the corner and disappeared out of sight. The hall was empty.

He turned and continued down the corridor when his hearing perked at the scuff of loud footsteps. He whirled around, hand plunging into his robes, but it was too late.

"Levipeds!"

Severus' head snapped back as his feet whipped out from under him. He hung limp in the air, watching his wand roll away on the stone floor. His hair nearly touched the dirty ground.

James laughed. "Welcome back, Snivellus!"

He closed his eyes as his boiling blood rushed to his head. He was hanging upside down in the air, alone in the empty corridor. He couldn't scream for help, he'd just get yelled at for disturbing lessons, and he couldn't reach his wand - as long as his limbs might be, his wand might as well have rolled down into the dungeons. He'd have to hang there until classes were over or one of the portraits decided to help him out for once.

"Eh... Excuse moi?" A quiet voice wrapped in a thick French accent broke the silence.

His eyes flew open and stared straight into the face of a beautiful but completely unfamiliar student. She bent down low to meet his eyes. She must be the mystery person from Beauxbaton, the new student as it turned out.

This was worse, so much worse than being caught by anyone else in the school - except for a very select few. Severus looked around in search of anything that might make this all less embarrassing.

"You need help, no?" Her voice was more confident this time, laced with a hint of friendly amusement.

"Uhh..." He met her eyes and hoped this new student would excuse his red face to be due to all his blood rushing down.

She straightened and pointed behind him. "This is your wand? I'll give to you?" His wand was in his hand with one quick flick of her own.

His eyebrows automatically shot up at her use of nonverbal spells. "Thanks," he tried swallowing but ended up coughing. He covered his mouth and performed the counter-hex, dropping to the floor with a grunt.

She rushed forward, looping her arm through his and helping him up to his feet. She laughed and dusted the dirt off his back while he stood paralyzed.

"Better, no?" she smiled, facing him a foot from his stiff figure. "I'm new seventh-year transfer... And you?"

For a moment his mouth opened but no words flew out, and then all at once words poured out as fast as if under a curse. "I'm - oh - yes you're from Beauxbaton, right? Yeah - er - yes, seventh-year as well."

Her hands flew up and she waved them in front of herself with a laugh. "Slow please!" she laughed again. "One more time?"

Severus gave an awkward laugh that matched hers and nodded. "I'm also a seventh-year."

"Oh!" she held out a paper and pointed down to the class he was late for. "I am so lost! You help me now? Oui?"

She smiled up at him and his heart nearly leaped out of his mouth. He nodded quickly, "Yes - er - oui, I'll help you... Actually, that's my class too..."

"Oh!" Her smile widened, "I need partner for the class! You have one?"

For once Severus thanked his unlucky past self. His time in the hospital wing all week meant everyone would be already partnered up. "No, I don't..." his face flushed red again and he cleared his throat, looking away. "We could be partners?"

"Bon! Lead the way, partner," she motioned for him to lead, keeping a very close pace next to him as they walked. "I am lucky to find you, did not know anyone yet. You are only third person met!"

He gave her a small smile as they walked together, but he knew it wouldn't take long for her to find out his status at the school. Being a new student, he was sure she’d make all the friends she could ever want by the end of the day. Then she'd reconsider her luck after everyone tells her all about her lab partner, 'Snivellus'.

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They made it to class late. The professor looked up and frowned, ready to tell them off when Severus' new ‘friend’ spoke up.

"Excuse us, Professor, I am new and got lost."

The professor sighed and waved his hand, giving her a pass. "And I see you're back Mr. Snape. Get to your seats, you'll both be working together - get moving."

The two back seats were empty and Severus was glad to be away from the front for once. His new partner set down her things, and as she bent to pick up her books Severus caught a glimpse of Sirius Black glaring at him from the front, a seat behind where Severus had been sitting the last term. Black had anticipated his return and was obviously annoyed with the change in seating.

"What may I call you, Mr. Snape?" The new student whispered, giving him her full attention despite the lesson continuing.

"S-Severus." He looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to him. He'd die of embarrassment if they started teasing him in front of her for daring to open his mouth. "And you?"

She smiled. "Severus Snape? That's a beautiful name." She looked back up to make sure their conversation was still private and turned back. She reached up and gripped his tie, pulling him towards her. She leaned and held a hand to his ear, moving her lips inches from his ear. "(Y/n) (L/n)."

Severus’ heart beat faster than it ever had before. The immense drumming in his ears almost made it impossible to hear her whispers. When she released him, he turned to look at her, feeling his face heat up either from proximity or from her warm breath flowing over his face. "(Y/n)... Good to know." He swallowed and realized he had not moved since she had pulled him towards her. He would have felt like an idiot if she wasn’t looking at him so playfully.

"You gonna kiss her, Snivellus?"

Severus pulled back quickly and clenched his jaw at Black.

The professor smacked Sirius' head with a roll of parchment. "Mr. Black, disturb my class again and I'll assign you an essay for every night this week." Severus smirked. "And you, Mr. Snape," the Professor smacked the board, creating a puff of chalk, "- will hand me your notes tomorrow before class - legible notes, might I add."

Severus nodded as the class snickered and turned away from (Y/n). The rest of the lesson went by agonizingly slow. Severus counted the seconds until he could run away to the library, away from taunting eyes. He hated himself for turning so red, but he hated Black even more for making him the fool.

~*~*~

You could tell the boy, 'Mr. Black', had embarrassed Severus greatly. He was hunched over his parchment, focused completely on the professor's words, and never once looking back up at you.

You read the words on the board but soon your eyes ventured down to look at the tall lanky boy currently trying to visibly shrink in his seat. The moment shared between you both still played on your mind. He had beautiful long lashes and deep dark eyes to match. It had been fun to see him so flustered over you, but the guilt of what you'd caused sat heavily on your chest. That boy had noted Severus had been in the perfect position to kiss her, which... did she kind of wish he had?... Just to see - for just a curious taste.

You didn't know what specifically was so alluring about Severus, but you could imagine yourself wrapped in his arms, pulling on his long hair, biting his lips, and hearing that deep voice of his purring for more. Something about him - or maybe everything about him - made you wonder how gentle those hands of his could be.

The bells rang in the distance, marking the end of the lesson. You packed your things and sat waiting for Severus to do the same. He was slow at first and then after a quick flick of his eyes up to you hurried along.

You stood at the same time and motioned for the door, scrambling to translate your thoughts into English. "Lunch now? We can sit together?"

People filed out of the class, which Severus watched closely before turning back to her and answering. "Look, this isn't the only time… I'm not someone to hang out with unless you like hexes and spells to be thrown in your direction."

You could see the hurt in his eyes, the way his brows furrowed, and his down-turned eyes filled with tears that wouldn't fall. Before you could bring yourself to respond, he sighed shakily, giving you pause.

"It's not your fault... I'll show you down and then I suggest you forget about being friends." He pulled open the door and held it open for you without meeting your eyes.

What could you say to him? You stepped out into the corridor, contemplating how to phrase what you were thinking when laughter pulled your focus.

"I see you've met our Snivellus." The stupid boy, Black, came forward talking to you but keeping his attention on Severus. He had long curly hair nearly as long as Severus' and was taller, with proud shoulders held in a loose demeanor that still made him seem important in some way. His eyes shifted to you, "Hope he didn't drip any snot on you while he tried for a kiss."

You scoffed, “You do not understand what you saw. Please leave us alone.”

“Love, maybe you’re not understanding me. For your own safety I insist YOU leave this sniffling slime alone.” Black took a step closer.

Severus pulled out his wand but held it low, at the ready in an instant. "I’m done with your games. Unlike you, you nitwitted tower troll, I have places to be." He finally glanced your way, "Excuse me," and made to leave.

Black blocked his way, laughing at the now pointed wand in Severus’ hand. "Go ahead, I’ll be glad if you finally get expelled for using wands in the corridors. Mine's not even on me."

You eyed the smirk on his face and the tiny shift of his hand towards his trousers pocket. Was that a lie then? Whatever the case, you had enough of this game too. "My friend, Severus, is showing me to lunch. We are going now." You stepped between Severus and Black, giving the taller boy an annoyed look.

"I’m telling you, be careful," Black chuckled. "He might try to kiss you again if you’re too nice."

You paused and stepped back, looking up at Severus, whose eyes were fixed on Black, staring daggers into him. You bit your lip and chuckled the same way Black had, finding a different kind of amusement than him in this situation. "I hope he will."

Severus' head snapped to you, his cheeks slowly going a light shade of pink all over.

Black made a disgusted sound and a show of his fake nausea. “Darling, I don’t think I understood you correctly. Check your dictionary and if that’s not the problem maybe your eyes.”

This boy was really getting on your nerves now. If you’d been back at Beauxbaton you’d��ve already hexed him into a soggy pile of starter yeast, baked him into the perfect Pain au Levain, and chucked him out the tallest tower window. “Move it,” you made sure your French accent coated the word heavily.

Severus’ hand wrapped around your arm, pulling you back. He kept his wand and eyes trained on Black but spoke to you. “Go down to lunch. I’ll stay here to have the chat Black so desperately wants to have with me.” He looked up again, “Let her leave.”

Black smiled, “That’s fine. Been meaning to ask how your winter holiday was after I last saw you.”

You turned to Severus, ready to protest when the door to the classroom opened, cutting Black off. You all stood very still and awkward, hoping to hide the atmospheric hostility that had been created.

The Professor locked the door with a flick of his wand and looked at everyone with concern. "Off to lunch, no need wandering the corridors. Now." He ushered everyone down the stairs, walking close behind in equal silence.

You reached the floor second to last, after Black and then Severus, and pulled on Severus' arm the second your Professor had turned towards the staff room. You kept your hand on him to make sure he didn’t decide to leave before you could talk to him. Before Black could step towards you to continue the ‘conversation’, other Gryffindor students pulled him towards a small crowd gathering across the floor. Whatever it was seemed to be of higher interest and he left with only single backwards glance.

You both watched him go dissolve into the rowdy group and suddenly the air around you shifted. Severus turned instantly, searching your eyes with an intensity you could almost feel. You blushed and slid your hand down his sleeve and lingered on his bare hand. Neither of you said a word but the electricity connecting your eyes and the comfortable silence that enveloped you both spoke volumes. "We could eat together, no?"

His eyes settled on your hand still on his until you let go. "Oui," he whispered with a smile pulling at his lips. “Lunch then.”

As you both walked on, he slowly crept closer with every step, making your shoulders brush against his arm. His pinky tickled the skin on your wrist, making you cough to hide a giggle as you entered the Great Hall. Your eyes flickered up at his and you smiled, seeing a gentle blush and an even gentler smile on his face.

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dani-escribe · 3 years ago

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A Place To Call Home

Chapter 1

Pairing: Marcus Pike x F! Reader

Wordcount: 1,594

Summary: Who would have known that a day at the art museum could lead to meeting an extremely handsome FBI Agent ;)

Warnings: An incredible amount of fluff (seriously, like cotton candy level). SLOW BURN (buckle up for the ride!). Reader is a pediatric nurse, so a few mentions of kids and medical procedures in later chapters.

A/N: Thanks so much for reading and I really hope you like it! This is my comeback into writing and I am honestly so excited to keep writing this series. After watching the Mentalist and seeing how it ended I wanted to give our precious Marcus a happy ending (this is totally self-indulgent bc why not!). I want to thank @lowlights @fastandfeminist @wbl75 for being my beta readers and for all of their support. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! :)

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You didn't know what possessed you to go visit the art museum on a rainy Wednesday afternoon, but you’re sure glad you went. You hadn't really had time to go to many museums in the last couple of years and wanted to really take in the experience. You’d been walking around looking at all of the intricate paintings and reading the descriptions of each one to try to understand what they were about when you saw a man that fit right in with the artwork. His pensive stance and deep brown eyes drew you in right away.

He was reading the description of the painting in front of him. He let out a short stifled laugh as if he knew something more about the painting that wasn't included in the description. The grey suit and black tie he was wearing made you wonder if he might be here on a date with someone or if he worked here. You were truly hoping that it was the latter of the two.

When you noticed that you had been staring at him for a creepy amount of time, you started to turn away, and in that exact moment he seemed to catch your eye. The way that he smiled made it seem like the world stopped for a short second. Before your flirty gaze turned into an awkward stare, you gave him a smile back and retreated to look at other artwork.

Walking around the other exhibits and looking at the sculptures and canvases from different time periods you began to think about all the wonders that you missed moving around as a kid. Your parents were teachers/potters and their jobs came with the occasional relocation to different places. They said that while teaching was their passion, ceramics had been their first true love. This meant that while you were usually in a stable place for a few years, during summer you and your sibling moved around with them to sell their art in different fairs. While you had seen and sold a lot of different types of art over the years, you never really had much time to appreciate it.

Your parents had been incredible in providing for you, and had only moved to ensure you had the best opportunities; but you always wondered about the experiences that you missed while being in a hurry to assimilate for half of your life. You knew that their teaching jobs didn't pay much, and that they used the money they got from their art to help cover the bills. This is why you had decided to move close to your family after starting a job at a local hospital in order to find a permanent place for yourself, a place that you could call home.

After making sure to see all of the exhibits at least once, you walked out of the museum with a sense of satisfaction: one, because you felt like you were catching up on lost time, and two, because of the interaction that you had had with a handsome stranger.

One of the best things was that the drive back to your new apartment from the museum, and pretty much everything else, was only about 5 minutes (10 if you counted traffic during rush hour). This also meant that everything was within walkable distance, which was also good because you sure as hell needed to start buying some supplies if you were going to clean up the pile of unpacked boxes at your new apartment.

As the night went on you were able to get most of your unpacking done, and you thought back to the stranger with those big brown eyes and gorgeous smile. He had a kind smile, one that made you feel like you could trust him, which was rare in a man you had just met. God, not only that but the suit that he had on made him seem like he was straight out of a James Bond movie. While putting away the last of your clothing, the blue scrubs that you had bought for your new job fell from the pile that you were carrying. This was enough to snap you out of your train of thought. You really needed to focus on thinking about that instead of daydreaming about a person you haven't even talked to, even if he had some of the cutest dimples you had seen. After trying to get him out of your thoughts unsuccessfully, you figured that it was either stressing about your new job or thinking about him. Ultimately you decided that a little daydreaming couldn't hurt too much. You wondered if you would ever see him again, and hoped that by some twist of fate you would.

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With your job starting today you figured it would be a sign of good comradery to bring your new coworkers some coffee from the cute diner down the street. Also, you found social interactions to be quite tricky at first and an ice breaker couldn't seem to hurt. Plus who doesn't like free breakfast, especially on a Monday morning right?

As you got dressed in your blue scrubs you headed for the door a whole hour early to avoid being late and to try to make a good impression. Making sure to note as you entered the diner to grab some scones or muffins for those who don’t like coffee, you accidentally stumbled into the man exiting with his coffee. The splash drenched his tie and shirt, only leaving his pants unscathed. Starting to profusely apologize and grabbing a handful of napkins to clean up the mess, you almost missed the fact that the brown eyes that were looking at you right now were the same ones that had held your gaze in the museum.

“I am so sorry, I can totally pay for your dry cleaning,” you gasped, both out of embarrassment and amazement that you were seeing the gorgeous stranger that had plagued your mind for the past couple of days.

“No worries at all. I actually needed an excuse to get out of wearing this tie that I got as a gift last year, so to think of it you really saved me,” he let out a chuckle. Now that you're looking at it, it is a very… bold choice of clothing. It was a striped neon tie with pink and orange interchanging lines.

“I got it as an office exchange party gift and now have the perfect excuse to change out of it.” Those killer dimples were showing along with the smile he gave you that helped to put you at ease.

“Well at least let me replace your coffee,” you said with a laugh at his honesty.

You went back inside to pay for his and your coffee orders and got to talking a bit before your orders were out.

“So what brings you around here, besides the coffee of course. I haven't really seen you here before,” he stated as he moved slightly closer to hear your answer over the clinking of cutlery and dishes.

“Oh I actually just moved near here. I’m starting today at the nearby hospital as a pediatric nurse. ” His proximity made you suddenly aware of how tall he was. He had at least a few good inches on you, and he leaned in to listen when you spoke. This didn’t help with your already flustered state to say the least.

“That sounds really exciting, congrats! The closest I get with kids at my job is the ones on an oil painting,” his eyes crinkled a bit as he laughed.

“Yeah, I totally understand. Little kids are such a wonder but working with them is not for everyone,” you chimed in with a bit of a laugh “Are you a curator then, is that why you were at the museum the other day?” You asked with a hope that he hadn't been there with anyone as a date.

“Oh no, I actually work with the FBI. I’m in the art crimes division. I was doing research on a new case which is why I was down in the museum. Some inspiration never hurts.” Now it was your turn to be amazed. You didn’t actually think he would be an agent like James Bond, but you weren’t complaining.

“I guess it doesn't hurt that it's really close to here too huh.” You added noting that it was a bit serendipitous to have met him twice in a few days within the same five mile radius.

Just as you were about to say something else your name was called and your orders came out. When you were about to turn to leave he called to you.

“I never did get your name,” he noted before heading out.

You told him your name and he repeated it in a way that made it seem like he was trying it out.

“And I feel like the least I can do is learn the name of the person who I so viciously attacked with a coffee cup.” You stated as you gave him a sheepish smile.

He let out a short laugh and replied, “The name of the person who you saved from having to continue wearing a highlighter tie is Marcus.” You shook your head at his joke and turned to leave.

As you grabbed the door handle you took one last look back and said “hope to see you around, Marcus.” You waved and parted ways to head in for your first day of work.

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slythxn · 5 years ago

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Dance With Me

Pairings: James Potter x Reader

Part: 1

Universe: Marauders Era

Type: Regency Era AU; angst, fluff, and eventual smut

Prompt: Well known doctor James Potter travels to small quaint Polish city in which he’ll be residing for the following months. Upon his stay at the city he meets quiet yet mischievous astronomy student [y/n] [y/l/n] that though pretending to feel nothing for him, keeps luring him into her playground games and chasing after her at the cost of lost friendships, rumors, and heartbreak.

WC: 2.4k

Request: pls.. pls spare us some more james potter smut.. im begging u.. the way you make a oneshot so interesting. That shit is beautiful man! U R GIFTED! ( if you want like a guideline to write; i rlly rlly rlly like it when y/n is the one being chased & playing push & pull w/ him

Song: Dance With Me- Anna Karenina soundtrack

A/N: Honestly you’ll catch me writing au’s from now on. btw anon sorry it’s a two parter, my writing has elongated lately.

“Girls, don’t run! Girls!”

Upon the arrival of Dr. James Potter to the small Polish city, the habitants had raised havoc in trying to meet the the young lad who like them created chaos in being one of the youngest doctors now in days. At sixteen he had helped a war solider who was rushed back to the English empire. Being told the wound was too grave, the man was given little hope of saving his limb. Once being notified of such, Dr. James Fleamont Potter had taken the next fairy to the certain location. Wherever he resided, James had worked up on a concoction that allowed for temporary anesthesia. Working his craft at arriving in the location he had saved the man’s limp from amputation and infection— causing for his name to be spread through the country and eventually the continent.

The girls from Elizabethan Academy had heard of his presence at the school. With teachers whispering about his presentation and nurses giggling amongst themselves that he, a prestigious man was going to help and teach them how to use new medicine; the girls found it upon themselves to be the first ones at the auditorium if they wanted a great view of the tall handsome man (or at least that’s what they were told.)

“[y/n] come on, leave the book. It’ll be just an hour.” Lady Nowak was the daughter of Sir Nowak, a well known accountant that due to his great character and personality was allowed into the world of higher class and held many options of spouse for both his daughters and sons. Given to her father’s reputation, Adeline or Nini held herself way too high, looking down on anyone she cared little for or didn’t find suitable.

[y/n] contrary to her close friend came from a family of aristocrats. Her grandfather being a well known one with such title, leaving his land, money, and businesses in the name of his children. Her father being the oldest had obtained two of each of those things mentioned, leaving for his own children enough for them and following generations. That is due to only having a son and two young girls, [y/n] the last one.

“Nini, I’m in the least interested in medicine.” She’d try to protest against her friend who kept on pulling on her sleeve. “It’s fine! Just go with me!” Nini herself didn’t care for medicine nor her studies, but her father had forced her to at least study a subject of her choice. The main reason as to why she was going, was obviously the will to look at the man they all claimed to be as handsome as Adonis, if not— then his competition.

Huffing with annoyance, the blonde strutted closer to her house guest. “Come before I tell father you leave bed after bedtime just to stay in the attic.” Stupid child, that was an empty threat [y/n] had allowed Nini to obtain just for the fun of it. If Nini was to tell on [y/n] her father would simply laugh it off, knowing [y/n] did so for not only her amusement but study choice. “I guess if that’s the case, then I must go,” [y/n] sarcastically sighed, closing the book she had her nose buried deep in. See, Adeline herself wasn’t that bright and if given some sort of extortion, she wouldn’t question its validity. She would simply smile it off in mischief and agree to use it against anyone. Even if she made a complete fool of herself.

Maybe, just maybe it was curiosity to see if this man was just as beautiful and smart as many gave out to say. So as both girls walked to the auditorium with small talk (Nini trying to imagine how handsome he was), both girls entered through the large wooden doors that led them to the fifth box. Like every other spot, the chairs there had become taken resulting in them to stand on the sidelines just to barely see the young brunette that had started his presentation not that long ago.

“Even if you’re told that professional medicine must not be for you, remember that if you tell y-“ That’s all [y/n] could care to listen to. Sure she hadn’t looked at him nor given him the chance to speak of his wisdom, but when [y/n] is dragged to places against her will when she could’ve perfectly spent it in the comfort of the Nowak’s garden reading Brontë novels, then there resides a problem.

Nevertheless whilst [y/n] found herself inattentive, James felt his intestines grumble and poke at his sides, eating away the layers of meat, fat, and flesh to simply escape their misery of nervousness. James himself was never a shy man. He could speak through his elbows if possible, but when the main reason as to why an auditorium is full of young women just to see his pretty face but not about his work, then what was the point of trying to pour his heart out if few to none where listening.

James knew if he suggested the idea of having them ask questions, it would result in many inappropriate starter ups that he had no energy to answer after his long ship ride to the city. With a sigh, he continued his talk until the hour he had came to an end.

Dreadful, really. [y/n] herself had perhaps finished a good amount of pages from her book by the time he was done talking and heard the rowdy girls unnecessarily applauding for his hour long babble. With a soft smile that though couldn’t express his frustration, he looked up the boxes just to see more girls look at him with heart-shaped eyes— like the ones in drawings made in the newspaper to advertise fake love potions.

Yet despite having all eyes on him, he found ones that didn’t even bother to flicker to see what all the commotion was about. They scanned the worn out yellow pages of the wool hardcover and ragged edges of the pages held by soft looking hands. Her face seeming unbothered by anything and everyone, and the curls at her front falling softly against her forehead. “Thank you, please…” As he continued mentioning his gratitude, from the corner of his eye- he could still make out the uniform clad figure that despite demonstrating her overly noticeable border, remained in the auditorium waiting for it all to be finished.

“Do any of you girls have any questions?” The way his chest collapsed at the sound of a mousey voice behind him, grabbing his shoulder to keep him in place and her wretched breath fanning against the nape of his neck, traveling to his nostrils. James held his breath as he turned to look at the older woman standing to his side as of now. [y/n] like him hated that comment, head aching and a harsh anger in her chest wanting to leave but knowing she couldn’t leave campus without Nini.

It didn’t take long for the students to raise their hands and demand his attention. Just by looking at them he released a groan not audible at all due to the loud chatter. “A few could do…” He’d softly comment, fingers interlocking behind his back as he walked back and forth answering the questions of those he chose only to be annoyed remembering how he had in depth talked about said topic. Not only that but most of the questions were out of context or simply made no sense, sure he was extremely thankful to those handful who actually listened for the sake of medicine and to those: he would remember.

The amount of hands didn’t seem to decrease and [y/n’s] patience itself was running thin, even though she paid very little to no attention, there was something she had been thinking about for a couple of weeks due to the news of how this ‘cure’ was massively increasing in the states. It seemed to even be a great new fascination in Europe itself in order to treat yellow fever patients. So as her gaze shifted towards those behind her and those with their hand up, [y/n] sighed softly before taking the opportunity to raise her own.

Many of the girls around her had their hand up in hopes of having answers to their nonsensical questions. Sure they’d scowl at her annoyed that one more would add themselves to the queue but what annoyed them most was how she had not paid any attention to his talk and the idea of letting him pick this ‘snob’ of a girl (the consequences of not wanting anything to get between your studies) would simply make their blood boil.

As always, what’s more satisfying than watching other suffer from anger?

James had grown extremely tired of the same repeated questions. The ones you write down in essays when you’re trying to both sound smart and make your paper lengthy. He considered cutting them off halfway if he begun to recognize the question or know the answer has been said before, so with another sigh as he looked up to see the same neutral expression as before have their hand raised, a smile crept upon his pink lips, teeth slightly showing.

“Yes, do you have a question, uh ma’am with the book in hand?” James’ cheeks begun to burn up hating how excited he had become with just the idea to hear your voice. Perhaps it was a generalized guess, but James believed you would be smart about your question and not ask how the anesthesia worked or how to sew up deep wounds. So as everyone in [y/n’s] box noticed no one but her had a book at hand, low groans and glares were directed her way. (Not like she cared either, she could tell he was starving for something new.)

Nodding as she held the book with both hands now, [y/n] opened her mouth ready for words to spew out- trying to ignore the hundredths of eyes laid on her. “Through the decade the practice of bloodletting has increased spreading through the European nation. Do you like many other doctors believe it's beneficial to those who are ill or like the other half, believe it’s not an ideal practice?” It was a simple opinion based question nothing as intricate but rather more different from the ones he’s been getting.

James didn’t have to smile with his lips to demonstrate how satisfied he was with that question, his gleaming eyes were enough to show all his emotions. “What a great question! Ah… yes great indeed. Given that this is opinion based, personally I believe it’s not efficient nor sanitary. There runs a high risk of excess of blood loss that can result to death and if utilizing unsterilized tools then infection is a major result. Splendid! What’s your name, dear?” Raising an eyebrow, [y/n] tilted her head slightly, staring him down further more. “[y/n], sir. [y/n] [y/l/n].” It wasn’t harsh nor soft, neutral as always. “I-I’d like to add that the tools utilized aren’t always the ones risking infection. Proper bandaging, clean up, and sanitary conditions of the ones performing it can also lead to the infections to occur. If leeches are being used, one has to make sure they’ve been grown in hospital facilities since brith and not simply swamp water leeches.” James’ eyes glimmered in the gas produced light, enamored by this girl’s knowledge and uncaring reactions to his own.

“Quite impressive, miss [y/l/n]. Is it possible you’re pursuing a career in medicine?” Her low chuckle and confident shake of head gave him enough, but even so she spoke. “Oh no, I’m far from interested in medicine. I couldn’t bare being exposed to diseases or let alone pestering patients claiming a self given illness… sorry, doctor— but my care for medicine is none existent.” Granting him one last glance, [y/n] collected her book once again reading where she had left off, leaving a concentrated James looking up at her, fingers rubbing at his chin as he tried to study her, but what could he possibly study when all he could think about was how interesting she was.

Clearing his throat and tearing his gaze from her, James smiled politely at the girls who had become silent throughout their minutes of conversation, intrigued by what know-it-all [y/n] shot his way. “I’d like to leave it off with that great question, I’m truly sorry to those who didn’t get to receive an answer, but I’d like to soak in such great thoughts.” He was obviously trying to gain [y/n’s] attention through the jealous glares of her peers. It was nothing she couldn’t answer with a roll of eyes as she kept her focus on the novel.

“Girls, please make sure to walk out safe- Girls! Girls be careful going down the stairs, please!” Poor, professors being ignored and the majority of girls made their way out of the building just to go back home. Adeline and [y/n] themselves waited until the box was cleared up so hoards of girls wouldn’t get hurt. The chatter of other girls coming to no importance to the [y/h/c] headed girl who kept trying to finish reading her book, that is until she heard the girls start to squeal and a strong presence stand in front of her.

As her head remained low and her expression of frustration was only seen by the book in-front of her, [y/n] slowly moved her book just to see the pair of blue eyes who had stared at her earlier. “Oh, it’s you…” She wasn’t trying to hide her words. With a nod, [y/n] straightened up to properly greet him. “I saw you reading throughout the whole presentation and just wanted to know what it was that you’re reading…” James tried to keep his composure like her or at least seem uncaring like her.

[y/n] showed him the cover of the book with a smile, “Quite childish, pardon me.” It was the works of Cervantes ‘Don Quixote’ after her parents made her study in Spain for a good while, she had created a list of popular Spanish books— book she wasn’t really allowed to read until now. “Oh, no! It’s rather magnificent. I see you’re reading an original Spanish version… um, I’ve actually read a German version but it came nowhere near the original.” Nodding at his words, [y/n’s] annoyance had shifted to that pleasure knowing someone was willing to talk about literature with her. “I agree! The English version in itself is nothing compared to this… I do hope I caused no offense with the lack of attention, in fact I was dragged here.” [y/n’s] eyes shifted to Nini who like the few girls that remained, only glared at her,

“Ah, so you had no plans on coming?” James was teasing as he held a playful smirk on his face, not counting on you to be even more blunt. “Of course not. Now, if you excuse me I’d like to go home. I’m hungry after all.” James smirk didn’t falter, a chuckle left his lips when nodding and moving aside to let her pass. Watching her every move from pulling Nini’s hand to walking out of the box.

How lovely to never know what she’ll respond with.

It wasn’t a long walk until both girls had arrived home, causing for Adeline to slap [y/n’s]arm and pout at the girl whilst making her way upstairs. “How is it fair that you who didn’t care at all for him not only got a questioned answer but made him go all the way up to the box just have a conversation that you cut short? It’s honestly not fair!” There was no way [y/n] was phased by her stupid tantrums, in fact she tried hiding the smile that resided behind her book and if it wasn’t become Mrs. Nowak came into the picture, she would’ve silently laughed it off.

“What’s wrong with her now?” Her mother questioned, untying the apron she ported demonstrating she was making dinner. “Please ask her during dinner.” Mrs. Nowak shook her head knowing [y/n] loved seeing Adeline get riled up over dumb things and this time, it was one of them (or so it was believed, it was simply the start).

As dinner had commenced and the chatter between the family continued, Mrs. Nowak remembered what had happened earlier when the girls arrived home. [y/n] who as always was reading her book on the table (almost done eating) and Nini who kept asking for things to her father; the older lady cleared her throat sitting up straight to look at her daughter. “Could you explain you earlier tantrum? Including that slap to [y/n’s] shoulder,” [y/n] tried to pay no attention but could feel her face muscle trying to form a smirk.

Adeline had an expression of feigned regret, that is until she slightly turned her head to see [y/n] fighting off her smirk. “It’s her fault! [y/n] didn’t even care for the presentation and Doctor Potter gave her all his attention! Attention that she even ignored.” Knowing well the other three were looking at her, [y/n] made sure her smirk never revealed itself. Placing her book down, the girl turned to a bratty Nini. “Maybe if you would’ve let me stay in the courtyard whilst you went to the presentation, then this wouldn’t have happened.” Shrugging and getting her book once again, Aleksy who enjoyed seeing Nini become angry, released a loud laugh just seeing how nonchalantly [y/n] responded to his sister’s acclamations.

“Adeline, please. Don’t make such big fuzz over a pretty boy. Doctor James in only here for a few months until the school year finishes. Don’t make him uncomfortable like the other girls already are.” Mr. Nowak himself wouldn’t want his daughter to be in the midst of rumors for being a pestering unwanted clingy girl. “It’s just not fair at all! [y/n] was extremely rude towards him and still he tried making conversation with him.” A pout resided on her thin lips and her cold arms crossed in front of her chest. “Is that so, [y/n]?” Mrs. Nowak turned to the girl smiling at the current adventure Don Quixote was having, ignoring the pesky buzzing coming from Nini’s mouth.

“Huh?” She’d question looking up with a soft smile, making Aleksy chuckle at her response. “Where you being rude to Doctor Potter?” Mrs. Nowak despite being strict with her children and trying to not be as harsh with [y/n], would always choose her children, so if something was bothering either of them concerting the young girl to her left, then of course she’d point fingers.

“Being blunt and honest about your thoughts on medicine and frustration on being dragged to something you’re now being attacked on, it’s rather not considered rude, Mrs. Nowak.” The older lady watched as [y/n] went back to her book, hating how every time something like this came, [y/n] was in no way caring for the thoughts of others. In reassurance, Mr. Nowak shot a glare to the young girl. “What have I said about honesty, [y/n]?”

“To not express it if it offends.”

“Well?” “Forgive me but it was well obvious Doctor Potter felt no sense of offense. If he was then his facial expression would demonstrate it but his glimmering eyes were up for either a challenge or simply enjoyed the honesty to know I wouldn’t waste his time like he wasted mine.” Both Nini and her mother looked at each other before turning to the head of house who behind his glass of wine held a simple smile. Unlike his father, Aleksy blew a playful kiss her way to show how much he was enjoying these times. Clearing his throat and pushing his chair back to symbolize the end of this dinner, Mr. Nowak coughed looking at them all. “A reminder that a welcoming ball for Doctor Potter will take place next Saturday. Start preparing for the night, and no [y/n]— you can’t stay home.” With a huff, she continued her reading.

The leading events to the ball were nothing but boring and routinely. If this ball was to change anything in this boring city, then hopefully it would be the entertainment within. So as both girls help each other with their hair in the coach, Nini idly talking of how wonderful it would be to be asked to dance.

Even if she wasn’t mentioning names, it was evident Nini was referring to Doctor Potter who became Aleksy’s medical school professor. At those news, Adeline kept on bothering and begging her brother to let her attend at least one class and be his assistant partner until he officially attained one, but knowing well what she was up to— Aleksy would decline her please and ask [y/n] just to bother his sister. Always received with a: “I don’t care.” From [y/n] who only wanted to be left alone whilst writing down her annotations.

“I’m sure you’ll get asked, Nini.” Smiling [y/n’s] way, the blonde looking straight forward as [y/n] fixed the pastel green gown that she had received not long ago. The sleeves of the dress puffing out and the train of it long not long enough to be stepped on. At least it wasn’t as uncomfortable like other dresses she’s worn so as long as she doesn’t find herself dancing, it’ll all be fine. Not like anyone was to ask her to dance.

At least that’s what she thought. Throughout the night [y/n] had politely decline everyone that asked to dance offering them a chat before pretending like she wanted to talk to someone important. That’s how the whole night went on, [y/n] avoiding everyone, some chasing after her, Nini dancing with those who asked but not satisfied knowing none of them were James. James that through the night of talking with aristocrats had kept an eye on her ever since she had arrived.

James had heard of how Lady [y/l/n] came to the city as a guest to the Nowak's whilst her father and mother administrated business they’d place in different countries— their most successful one in New England. Knowing so, he was aware that if her status was as high as claimed then, it’d be possible to see her everywhere he went. Righteously so, the moment she stepped foot through those wooden doors, his eyes never left hers and his blood only boiled when he saw anyone approach her. It was surprising how he came to be this way. Wanting to know everything over a young girl who cared very little for him or anyone around her.

It didn’t mean anything, so be it— if he had to chase after her for just a glance, then he will.

Seeing as she stood next to her blonde friend looking his way, James tried not to roll his eyes at the sight of her. “Excuse me for second…” He’d politely tell his companionship, striding towards [y/n] who kept looking at the dishes of food granted by the hosts. “Do you think their creme cheese shrimp is good?” [y/n] asked Nini who was jumping from excitement the moment she noticed James walk their direction. In moments when Nini was about to scold her for thinking of food, James had beat her to it. “Perhaps try the salmon crackers with creme cheese and caviar.” His husky voice made the [y/h/c] girl turn to look at him, having a piece of bread already in her mouth.

Adeline’s excitement began to falter seeing the young man smile towards her best friend’s way. [y/n] herself though was having a thrill, enjoying his persistence. “I don’t eat raw fish nor fish eggs.” Her voice soft as she took another bite of the bread in her hand. “Are you enjoying yourselves, ladies?” It would’ve been painfully rude to ignore Nini’s existence. “I will if I’m aloud to eat in peace.” [y/n] mumbled looking at the floor beneath her. Adeline nudged her friend making James chuckle lightly. “Lady [y/l/n] you’re so lucky I enjoy your persona! Would you mind giving me this dance?” His hand begun to stretch, a smile prominent on his plump lips, and his eyes bright enough as they stared into hers, believing he had finally gotten through her.

“What part of I want to eat in peace wasn’t clear, doctor?” His head tilted, she was even more blunt that their first encounter but even so his smile never changed. “I’m sure my friend here would love a dance with you. Isn’t that right, Nini?” Adeline didn’t even try to conceal her agreement, smiling at how his gaze turned to her, she failed to see his expression showing terror, but like the gentleman he’s to be, he took her hand in his— taking her to the dance floor in which they begun the ballad.

[y/n] had not only become annoyed by the guys that kept asking to dance even though she denied all of them, but by news she had received earlier that day. They weren’t entirely unpleasant— in fact she adored the idea, but what she didn’t appreciate was the way her parents just treated her like a rag doll and decided her whereabouts. “Don’t you think it was harsh?” Looking up from her sitting position, [y/n] stood up to greet her host. “Mr. Nowak…”

Chuckling he took a piece of bread from the table as well. “He’s only trying to be friendly [y/n].” Shrugging, she ate the last of her piece. “Even so, he’s getting in the middle of my feast and streak of rejection.” Looking towards his direction, [y/n] smiled seeing how miserable he looked whilst Nini talked his ear off. “Would you reject me if I ask for a dance?” Seeing his hand stretched out to her and a pout form on her lips, she shook her head. “I suppose I can’t deny you.” Taking his hand into hers, the two joined the dance floor, in sync with the others.

“[y/n], I adore my daughter but it’s convenient you’re the one who becomes closer to him.” As his hand rested on her hip and other held her hand, Mr. Nowak looked at the way Nini kept talking with the Doctor. “Why would you say so?” [y/n] questioned, the dance moving making her turn to see the unpleasant interaction. “I don’t want Adeline to have everything so easy without trying. We made the mistake of letting our children be spoiled but at least Aleksy is working hard to continue his studies and become a doctor of himself. Nini… Nini is just attending school until she can marry anyone who’d care for her. I just want her to continue an easy boring life— that’s what will happen if she tries to pursue Potter.

Laughing at his comment, [y/n] tilted her head looking at the man she danced with. “Are you setting me up for a well knit life, Mr. Nowak?” Her eyes comically closed as she laughed, her grip tightening a bit. “Is that so? I don’t think you want to do that.” Swallowing the lump in his throat, the accountant shook his head. “Of course not, dear. Both you and Potter would most definitely have an interesting life together. Do you really see him putting up with your snarky remarks all the time? Of course your smart mouth won’t even let him try and raise his voice at you. Don’t you think that’s exciting! Your life won’t be typical and arranged like everyone else’s in this room. Just look around, misery and hypocrisy. Don’t you think it’s tasty?”

That’s what drove her to Mr. Nowak, his mind was twisted by the desolation and despair. His advice always drove [y/n] to feel the rush of liberation, and his kindness kept sanity within her knowing that at least someone encouraged her strong stance and will to continue her own path. “Now do me a favor and go dance with him, dear.”

Bowing to each other as the dance was over, [y/n] strode to where Nini and James stood. The excitement and euphoria Nini was feeling became disgusting and obnoxious to [y/n], compared to James’ distress and frustration that she still kept him standing in the middle of the floor knowing well she was up for another dance.

“That was wonderful, Doctor! Where did you learn to dan—“ Nini had no chance in finishing her sentence as [y/n] stood beside her. Strong and determined, the girl only stared at him.

“Dance with me.”

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evanescoed · 6 years ago

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Rematch

Regulus Black x Reader

Requested plot: Imagine being on the Gryffindor Quidditch team and losing to Slytherin and having Regulus react to the match.

Word count: 1191

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything recognisable.

Warning: A small accident, nothing major. And I haven’t written anything with Regulus in so long, so I can only hope this does his character justice.

Flying was the most freeing activity in the world, and there was only one thing (Y/N) enjoyed more than flying; beating Slytherin in the most anticipated Quidditch game of the year. It would be an understatement to say the team had worked their bums off on those brooms the past few months, spending more time on the pitch than they had in their own beds. James Potter forced his team through countless sleepless nights, as well as many missed school assignments.

(Y/N) couldn’t count how many times she had wanted to punch that git of a team captain in his perfect face, but flying side by side with Regulus Black in what would be the last minute of the hour-long opening match, it all became worth it.

People at the school had a lot of things to say about the Black siblings, and (Y/N) had tried to avoid any and all comments and nasty rumours that the other students spread around. She didn’t know much about the Slytherin boy, but she knew he was a brilliant seeker, and that was good enough motivation to work long nights to secure her team’s victory.

Students were screaming their hearts out cheering for their preferred team. She could catch glimpses of red and gold scattered along the spectators.

Her heart beat fast against her ribs, her fingertips aching to feel the smooth gold against her skin. She noticed Regulus flying only a second behind her, his arm stretched out next to hers.

He shouted something at her, but the words got lost in the wind. The moment that followed stunned everyone. (Y/N) felt her broom jump, just as she saw a Bludger had crashed into her - with only one hand on her broomstick, and her mind focused on the Snitch, (Y/N) fell.

She felt her body hit the ground in a painful thud, and the sound of her teammates yelling rang loud in her ears. Following her crash, she heard a roar from the stands, but she was too focused on her own pain to think about it. Her leg felt bruised, and her head felt like it was going to explode any second.

The first player to land on the ground ran across the pitch towards her, from her blurry vision she saw the silver and green colours of Regulus’ robes. She groaned as he reached out his hand, but she grabbed it in an attempt to steady her feet on the grass. A wave of nausea filled her, and she swayed from one side to the other.

“Hey, (Y/L/N), you good?” he asked concerned.

“Yeah, I’m fine” she muttered through gritted teeth.

“You don’t look so fine,” he kept a hand on the small of her back, steadying her as they started walking off the grass. His brush was gentle, careful when touching her battered body.

“Thanks, but I’m fine,” she repeated, just as she spotted the gold between his fingers. Her heart sank as she realised she had lost the first match of the season.

“You won,” it wasn’t a question, just a confirmation.

Regulus didn’t reply. He only guided her away, letting the teachers take her away when they reached the side of the pitch.

(Y/N) lay in one of the uncomfortable beds in the infirmary when her Slytherin rival walked in. He avoided her stare for as long as he could, but when he met the edge of the bed, he looked towards her.

“Hey, you,” he said with a brief smile.

“You here to gloat over your victory, Black?” she asked, moving to sit up against the wall.

“No,” he shook his head. (Y/N) knew he tried to keep up a cool appearance, but she could feel his awkwardness in the way he moved. “I just wanted to see how you were holding up,” he admitted.

“I’m great,” she laughed, “I just broke a couple of ribs, can’t seem to stop puking from this horrible concussion I got, and I have to carry the loss of the Quidditch House Cup on my shoulders,” she continued, “Can’t think of a better way to spend my Friday.”

He sat down on the foot of her bed, “It was just the first game, (Y/N).”

“Everyone knows that the first game is the most important one,” she retorted.

“No one’s ever said that, except maybe Potter, but everyone knows he’s crazy when it comes to Quidditch,” Regulus laughed.

“He really is, isn’t he?” she smiled back at the boy.

“Anyways,” Regulus met (Y/N)’s eyes, he seemed to blush as he spoke, “I asked for a rematch, you would’ve caught the Snitch if it hadn’t been for McLain hitting you with that Bludger,” he explained, which produced a fit of laughter from the girl in the bed.

“Regulus, do you even know the rules of Quidditch?” she asked, smiling at him.

“I know, I know, it just seems really unfair,” he answered.

“That’s Quidditch for ya” she countered, moving to sit next to him, her chest stinging as she moved.

“I guess you’ve got a point,” he nodded, looking at her as she moaned through the ache.

(Y/N) found herself drawn closer to him, he surprised her with his kind words and uncanny ability to make her laugh. She had always known that on the Quidditch pitch was when she was at her strongest, her most powerful, but she never knew her weakest point; not until now, next to Regulus she felt unbelievably vulnerable.

“Anyways, I just came by to say I’m sorry,” his eyes met hers, “I’ll leave you to rest,” he stood up, moving with unease from one leg to the other, and back again.

“Umm…” she stopped him, “I’m really bored,” she told him quietly, fidgeting with a hair tie wrapped around her wrist.

“Come again?” he asked, not having heard her soft words.

“I just, I have at least five more shots of this disgusting potion left that the nurse is claiming is for faster bone-growth, and I can promise you that she’s lying, I think she enjoys my pain,” she joked, “umm, oh yeah and if you want to, you know, stay, that would be cool too,” she looked down at the floor as she spoke.

“Only if you want to though, I’m not-““I’d love to,” he cut her off.

“Yeah?” she smiled as he nodded his head, a pink shade had started taking over his normally pale neck.

The two teens sat on the infirmary bed, (Y/N)’s legs touching against Regulus’; they’d discussed the game, ranked their favourite teams, and concluded that Falmouth Falcons would definitely beat the Chudley Cannons in the Quidditch League this year.

(Y/N) had always believed she was at her strongest when she was hunting for the winged golden ball, speeding through the air, but right in that moment, listening to Regulus speak with more passion in his voice than she’d ever thought someone could while arguing for the use of house-elf protection programs, she felt really warm, and so, so wonderful. Next to Regulus she felt so unbelievably vulnerable, but it was the best feeling she’d had in a long time.

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friendly-neighborhood-boricua · 8 months ago

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[2] Seeing Each Other Around Town

Summary: James discovers his favorite student and his mom are his across-the-street neighbors and now he can't stop seeing her everywhere.

Notes: Marauders modern elementary school AU, kindergarten teacher!James Potter x nurse!reader, mom!reader x son!OC (Liam), inspired by this post by @ravishinglavishingluvr. Tiny little bit of angst in this one but it's negligible. Y'all this is gonna be a slow burn but we'll get there. Also I'm updating sorta regularly now yay!!!

A/N (23/5/24): FINALLY edited this. I'm out of school, so hopefully I'll have time to continue this series <3

Previous Part: Parent-Teacher Conferences Next Part: Career Fair Series Masterlist here

Poor James is completely infatuated with you after parent-teacher conferences

He just can’t get you out of his head

And Sirius and Remus are usually the ones who suffer the consequences

Their apartment is on the way to school from James’ house, so they almost always carpool

And lately, the entire car ride, James Cant. Shut. Up. about you

(“Boys, you should’ve seen her—she’s so sweet—of course she’s Liam’s mom—Pads, you don’t understand—they’re so similar—Remus, she’s gorgeous—did you see her????”)

By the end of the week, Sirius and Remus are very amused with James’ adoration for you

But it also gets kinda irritating after a while, so they’re pretty thankful when the weekend rolls around and they (hopefully) get a small break from his incessant enamored babbling

Saturday rolls around, and James is up at six thirty (hard to break out of the habit when school starts at eight) and shuffling out to the lobby of his apartment building in his pajamas, robe, and slippers to get the mail and the newspaper

But just because James’ body wakes up early doesn’t mean James’ brain wakes up at the same time so he’s out by his mailbox looking confusedly at the newspaper and wondering why he suddenly can’t read

And after like a solid thirty seconds of him just squinting really hard he finally realizes it’s because he left his glasses inside

He’s doing his best guys, he’s doing his best

So James is about to turn around and go back to his own flat to get his glasses (and probably a cup of coffee) when he hears his own name— —just … well, kinda

“Mr. Potter?”

James just about jumps out of his skin because what teacher expects to see one of their students outside of school???? Like no thank you

Don’t get me wrong, James loves his kids to death and he’d die for them any day

But it’s the weekend

So no thanks

But then James realizes it’s Liam and he’s lowkey relieved because like

If he has to see a student outside of school, he’d rather it be this one

And then it occurs to James that if Liam is in his apartment building at six thirty in the morning, then he probably lives here

And if Liam lives here, then …

“Liam?”

Poor James can’t help the full-body flush that rushes through him at your voice

Boy looks like someone dunked him in tomato juice

His head snaps from Liam (or at least the blurry shape that has Liam’s voice) to where your voice is coming from, and it hits him that you’re whispering (very tiredly and cutely, if you asked James) from the floor below his own, leaning over the railing to watch as your son presumably gets the mail

How the hell didn’t he notice you lived in his apartment building????????

Not that he’s complaining ofc :):):):):):)

James realizes after a minute that Liam asked if he’s alright, and he’s just like “Yeah!!” and utterly beaming

(Unbeknownst to James, you realize who exactly Liam is talking to and blush just as terribly as James does when you realize you’re still in pajamas and aren’t at all presentable)

You say good morning to him as well (from the balcony) and James is pretty sure he’s about to melt

(You call him Mr. Potter tho and it lowkey makes him cringe and remember that Liam is like RIGHT next to him)

So you and him exchange pleasantries like Romeo and Juliet with the balcony :) you get it?? :):):) while Liam gets the mail from your own mailbox and walks it up the stairs back to you

(he says “here you go, mama” in his sweet little voice as he hands the small stack to you and you say the gentlest “thank you, baby” back and James’ heart feels like goop in his chest)

James barely makes it back into is own apartment before he’s squealing and doing a goofy little dance out of overflowing joy

And the best part?

That's not the last time he sees you. Not even close.

Over the next several weeks, James begins to notice you everywhere around town

He sees you and Liam at the grocery store (you’re there with Liam and give him the choice between dino nuggets and spring rolls; he decisively choses the latter)

And on his way to work (on one of the few days where Remus and Sirius aren’t carpooling with him, as Remus was sick and Sirius stayed home to care for him), James sees you in your own car on your way to work

And when you and Liam go on walks on the weekends (James had taken to mowing Remus' mother's lawn, which was on your walking path, shirtless every Saturday morning—for entirely unrelated reasons, of course, and he will take no questions on the matter …)

James still isn’t sure how he hadn’t noticed you before because how could he have missed you?? You’re gorgeous????

(Of course, poor Remus and Sirius get to hear about his fawning even more now)

(They both find it cute though and they like to give him advice, so it’s fine)

So eventually one Friday night, James can’t sleep and is done with his lesson plans

And he’s just bored, so what does he do?

Go to the grocery store, of course

So James ventures out, once again in his pajamas, to the grocery store to get some treats to eat while he watches Antiques Roadshow until he falls asleep

And of course—he should’ve known at this point honestly—there you are

(Also in your pajamas)

And James says hi before he can really stop himself, and you look a little spooked for a second (because who tf would be talking to you in the grocery store at ten at night?) but then you realize it’s him and you say hi back with a sweet little smile that turns James' insides to warm fudge

Apparently, Liam is at Draco's birthday sleepover (Draco's a little shit, and James never understood how Liam could stand the kid) and you don’t have a shift at the hospital tonight, so you decided to indulge in some celebratory ice cream

James ends up helping you choose which ice cream you want (chocolate chip cookie dough—a classic) and as thanks, you go with him to the candy aisle to help him pick out treats

James ends up getting a container of pretty much every candy, cookie, and chip that grocery store because he didn’t want to leave yet lmao

And when you’re in line to check out, James mentions that there’s a career fair at school in a month and he’s wondering if you’d maybe want to come and talk about being a nurse????

Pretty please??????

James doesn’t notice how your face falls ever so slightly. You kind of forgot for a second that he’s your son’s teacher and not just some pretty guy that you’ve sorta had a crush on for the past couple weeks. Nothing could happen between the two of you—not if it meant messing with or—god forbid—hurting Liam’s education. But it’s okay. You’ll just suck it up and stick to your job and your son. It’s fine. It’s fine.

You’re agreeing in an instant, and James promises to email you the details so you can plan around it

James leaves the grocery store with like ten pounds worth of treats feeling full to the bursting with warmth and his eyes are glowing the rest of the night

He sees this really pretty pearl and gold necklace on Antiques Roadshow and catches himself thinking about how pretty it would look on you, but he doesn’t bother trying to stop himself at this point

It wouldn’t be any help anyway

Next Part: Career Fair

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fanfictionhub · 6 years ago

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Feel Again (Remus Lupin x Reader)

(my g– should I even bother?)

Fandom: Harry Potter, Marauders Era

Word Count: 1090

Warning: Swearing, Sexual References, Mentions of ‘wounds’ (?)

Also Starring: Madam Pomfrey, Professor McGonagall, Professor Dumbledore, my OC Juniper, Sirius Black, James Potter

A/N: So I would have written and posted something earlier if it weren’t for the dumbass power outage which, might I add, lasted for 24 hours! A writer can only go so long without writing on her computer...

Anyway, enjoy this lil Remy fic because I love Remy :>

Sometimes, you wonder how Madam Pomfrey does it.

With all the patients attended to and now fast asleep in their beds, you make your way back to her office. As you do, you wonder, idly, why you volunteered to be her assistant. At the time, you hadn’t realized how taxing the job would be on your sleep cycle and your patience. Then again, you’re such a teachers pet, you’re willing to sacrifice a few material luxuries for House points and a handsome resume.

All in the name of knowledge.

With a great sigh, you sink into a chair at her desk and close your eyes, succumbing to your fatigue. Just a few minutes of sleep couldn’t hurt…

A shriek shatters the air and you wake with a start.

“It’s okay, you’re okay.” A voice you recognize as Professor McGonagall’s issues from the room next to yours. You rub your eyes as you furrow your brows, blinking down at your watch.

5:24am…What the devil is McGonagall doing in Hospital wing so early?

“Madam Pomfrey is here to heal you. You’re safe.”

Dumbledore?!

Your natural curiosity overwhelms you as you creep out of the office and crane your neck around the corner. Dumbledore and McGonagall stand at the foot of a bed that’s partially covered by a hospital curtain. Madam Pomfrey hovers around like a busy bumblebee, zipping from one end of the room to the other.

“These wounds are far too deep,” Madam Pomfrey sighs, somewhat forlornly, “I will need to brew a healing solution.”

Madam Pomfrey’s shadow stretches across the hospital curtain, and you panic, retreating back into her office. You collapse into her seat and feign sleep.

“Miss Burke?” Madam Pomfrey hisses in surprise. She shakes you ‘awake’, “What are you doing here? You should be back in your dormitory?”

“I wanted extra credit,” you mumble, blinking up at her innocently. The stern nurse studies you for a moment and you fear that she might admonish you.

“You should leave” she starts, “and take twenty house points with you.”

You smile gratefully at her and hurry out of the office, trying not to look as guilty as you feel. As you leave the Hospital Wing, you cast a look over your shoulder.

Sometimes, you don’t know how Madam Pomfrey does it.

***

The next morning finds you hastily scoffing down your breakfast and pretending to listen to your best friend, Juniper, ramble about how you will meet your ‘true love’ today, according to her carefully-crafted Astrology chart. And, though you can’t dispute her obvious talent for Divination, your mind is too preoccupied to care.

You rush over to the Hospital Wing and are greeted by the subtle scent of clinical potions, bandages, and sterilizing agents. It’s not exactly Chanel No.5 but it’s comforting, in a weird sort of way.

By now, most of the patients are awake and eating breakfast, but you’re not here for them, you’re here for someone else.

You peek inside Madam Pomfrey’s office, knowing already that she isn’t there. So, you move into the ‘forbidden’ room and crane your neck around the corner of the curtain.

A sixth-year Gryffindor known as Remus Lupin is fast asleep on the bed, his pale skin stained with a light grey hue. What on earth is a Marauder doing here? You wonder, curiously, as you cautiously approach his bedside. You reach out, your hand trembling slightly as your nimble fingers move to peel back a bandage when–

A vice like grip catches your wrist mid-air. You gasp and flinch as dark blue eyes burn into yours.

“What are you doing?” he rasps, and you bite your lip, trying desperately to steady your racing heart.

“I–er–” you close your eyes and collect yourself, exhaling shakily, “My name is (Y/N) Burke–”

“I know who you are,” he drawls, weakly and you blink at him.

“You do?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.”

“You still haven’t answered my question yet.”

“What?”

He raises a sharp brow as he studies you wearily, “What are you doing here?”

“Oh,” you exhale a nervous laugh, “I’m Madam Pomfrey’s assistant, I volunteer here.”

Remus hums thoughtfully, seemingly satisfied with your answer, and he opens his mouth to say something but someone else interjects.

“So I’m back, you’re welcome by the way, and I brought–” The handsome face of Sirius Black appears before you, and his lips curl devilishly into a smirk, “Blimey, Moony, I’m gone for five minutes and you’ve already got girls sneaking into your room!”

James Potter saunters in behind Sirius and stops when he sees you. His hazel eyes glint mischievously at you and Remus, his mouth curving. The Devil’s advocate look suits them, you think, as you stare at the handsome Marauders.

“I wasn’t sneaking!” you begin to protest, but then you stop, realizing that you were – in fact – sneaking into Remus’ room, “I wasn’t sneaking in the way that you think I was…”

“Whatever you say,” James grins suggestively, and sends a wink to the two of you, “Just remember to stay chaste. And if you really must, use protection.”

You can feel a dark red blush creeping across your face as you glance at Remus and then at his fellow Marauders. You watch as James salutes sarcastically and Sirius jabs an encouraging thumb up to Remus before they file out of the room. An awkward silence fills the void in their absence as you stand at his bedside, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“Well–er–”

“Yes–”

“–I guess I should–”

“–If you want–”

There’s a moment of awkward fumbling and a dance of nervous glances, and then a part of you that is strangely, stupidly, brazen does something that surprises you both.

Before you’re even consciously aware of what you’re doing, you’re leaning down and kissing Remus Lupin on the cheek. It’s a soft and gentle kiss, and it lingers for a moment longer than it should, but it’s enough to shift the mood of the entire atmosphere.

Bright red washes out the grey tinge that had previously painted Remus’ face, and you feel stupid and awkward and you want to carve your own coffin and bury it deep, where no one could possibly find you, because the timing is awful and the warmth of his cheek still lingers on your lips and you wish you had moved a few more centimeters over but that’s completely insane–

“I’ll see you around,” you say, hurriedly, before rushing toward the door. But before you can leave, Remus calls out to you.

“Will you come back again?” he asks, earnestly, desperately, and you turn to find his face is still flushed.

You smile.

Bite your lip.

Nod.

Maybe Juniper was right, after all.

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justsomewritingsandshit · 8 years ago

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The Struggles of a Male Veela (Part 1 - Of Veela Blood)

Louis Weasley x Soulmate!OC

Length: 2658 words

Warnings: not really. This is a soulmate!au, ive altered the ages of many of the next gen!, also the logic of what a veela is but whatevs. I pictured a young Hunter Parrish as Louis, but there’s like no gifs of him???, not a reader insert the OC will have a name and is female

Part 1 of ‘The Struggles of a Male Veela’ Series | Masterlist | Part 2 |

Louis Weasley was of veela blood.

The gene ran through the blood of his mother’s family. Various members of the line had been veelas, some marrying into the family, others being born so. Louis’ own mother, Fleur Weasley nee Delacour, had been only one quarter veela, stemming from her grandmother.

Louis was lucky, or unlucky, that his father’s blood was tainted. Not in the way many old pureblood families will claim, but rather through an experience he faced. Whilst not a true werewolf (as he was not bitten on the full moon), Bill Weasley did hold the slight changes of were-kind, none more obvious than in his veins. The mix of bloods that pulsed through Louis’ veins meant that he inherited the full-veela gene.

As well as all the problems that included.

His changing happened not long after his fifteenth birthday. The school term was to end in three days, and Louis had just been leaving the OWL examination room (he had taken his Defence Against the Dark Arts OWL) when he collapsed. He’d been feeling weird all morning, slightly feverish and he had a headache, one that only increased during the exam.

Teddy Lupin, current head-boy, and godson of Harry Potter, called over to his ‘cousin’, “Louis?” When there was no response, or movement, he ran over. “Mate?” Teddy himself had just come from a NEWT examination (Transfiguration), just down the hall. Carefully, Teddy lifted the younger boy into his arms, barely straining at all. “Out the way!” He shouted to the small crowd that formed around the two, before heading off to the hospital ward, his normally bright blue hair turning a concerning red. “Madame Bones!” He’d pushed into the room, and quickly manoeuvred his younger ‘cousin’ onto the closest bed.

The nurse ran over, spotting that the boy was unconscious, and that Teddy Lupin was beginning to worry. “What’s happened?”

“Nothing Miss, he just collapsed!” Teddy explained, “He came out of his exam, and he just toppled over!”

Madame Bones pressed her hand to the boy’s forehead, then his neck, and felt that he was burning up. “He’s feverish,” She checked his pulse next, “And his pulse is racing.” Conjuring up a cold, wet towel, she pressed it to the handsome young man’s forehead. “Mr. Lupin, please go fetch the Headmistress, and any of your relatives you find on the way.”

“Yes, Miss.” Teddy nodded, and gave a glance towards the now sweating young boy, before rushing out.

Whilst he was gone, Madame Bones got to work, pulling out several bottles, and a quick quill, which composed a letter to Bill and Fleur Weasley, explaining that their son was sick, and that he was in her care. After the war, it became obvious to many of the teachers that those involved in said war were much more attentive, and worrisome, than parents had been in the past. It was well known how Ginny Potter, and Andromeda Tonks, had burst into the hospital ward in Teddy’s first year, both fretting over his fall in flying class, nearly starting a fight with Madame Bones over his care. Not long after the nurse replaced the cold compress on Louis’ forehead, did several of his family members come running into the ward, frantic looks on their faces.

Out of the entire Weasley/Potter brood, Louis was one of the most tame, non-clumsy, and non-accident prone. For him to be laying on that bed unconscious, it meant whatever was going on was very serious.

The first into the room was Victoire Weasley, twin sister to the Gryffindor on the bed. The Ravenclaw fifth-year rushed to the side of her brother, her blonde hair flying out behind her, tears gathering in her eyes at the sight of her twin. “Louis! Madame Bones, what’s going on?” She began running her hands over her brothers face, feeling the intense heat behind his skin, and pulling her hands away in shock.

Before the nurse could answer, third-year Gryffindor James Sirius Potter was running into the room, followed by fellow third-year Gryffindor’s’ Roxanne and Fred (II) Weasley. The second set of twins in the family were the son and daughter of George and Angelina Weasley. “What’s wrong?” All three panted out, having run from several floors away, at top speed, after Teddy had run past shouting that Louis was sick.

“Louis’s ill!” Victoire cried out, her face screwed up in fear, “He’s unconscious, and really warm!” As she explained to her cousins, they came closer, careful to stay behind Victoire, on one side of the bed, and out of Madame Bones’ way.

“What’s up?” Albus Severus Potter (first-year Slytherin), the calmest of all the Weasley/Potter brood, strolled into the large room. With him, was a concerned Rose Weasley (first-year Gryffindor, daughter to Ron and Hermione Weasley), and a frantic Dominique Weasley (second-year Hufflepuff, and youngest sibling to Victoire and Louis).

As these members of the crew joined the others, Victoire and James filling them all in on what they’d figured out, the powerful and tall figure of Professor McGonagall, headmistress of Hogwarts, entered the room. Behind her was Professor Longbottom, Herbology professor, long-time friend to the Weasley/Potter brood, and head of Gryffindor. Teddy Lupin was bringing up the rear, with the last members of the family (whom attended Hogwarts), Molly Weasley II; a sixth-year Gryffindor, and Lucy Weasley; a second-year Ravenclaw. Both were the daughters to former Hogwarts head-boy, Percy Weasley.

“Madame Bones,” the Scottish brogue of the headmistress began, “What seems to be the issue here?” The woman had known the Potters’ and Weasleys’ for nearly her entire teaching career, and even before that as Charlus Potter had been a prefect when she was in her first year of Hogwarts, and thus she was concerned.

“Did you send word to the parents?” Professor Longbottom, or Uncle Neville to most of these children, questioned, knowing very well the temperament of Fleur Weasley.

“I sent an owl, almost fifteen minutes ago.” Madame Bones answered. “However, I have a feeling that we may need the input of those at St. Mungo’s on this case.” The woman shared a significant look with the headmistress, silently telling her that this issue was serious. Turning to the Weasley brood, her eyes focussed on the siblings of Louis, she asked a question that hushed the children, “Does your family have a history with veelas?”

“Yes.”

“Oui.”

The English answer came from the two young girls, who stood at the bedside of their brother. The French affirmative had come from the mouth of Fleur Weasley nee Delacour, who’d flooed into the castle, via the fireplace in the very ward they all stood in.

“We ‘ave a long ‘istory of veelas. The Delacour’s’ ‘ave always been part veela, I myself am one quarter veela.” The woman swept over to her son’s side, the children parting to let her through. “Oh, ma cherie!” Fleur cried out, finally seeing her son. Her blonde hair was now greying slightly, and her face showed the faintest signs of aging – yet she only looked aged in her eyes, which were slightly dull as she looked at the pain her Louis was in.

“That means the last full veela was one of your grandparents?” Madame Bones questioned carefully, knowing well the anger and pain that any mother feels could cause them to lash out.

“Oui.”

Professor McGonagall was confused at where the nurse was going with her questioning, “What are you trying to say?”

Madame Bones sighed, “I’ve seen a few cases like this, when I was training in France.” She looked at Fleur, making sure their eyes were locked, “Mr. Weasley seems to be going through the ‘changing’.”

Those who knew what this meant, gasped.

“’zat iz not possible.” Fleur whispered, her shock making her accent thicker. “’zere ‘as not been a male veela for ‘undred of years!” She stroked the side of her son’s face, knowing deep down the woman was right. “’ow did ‘e inherit, though?”

“Yeah, Louis and I should be less than one quarter veela!” Victoire commented, knowing what was being suggested.

Albus Potter, still the calmest in the room, drawled out, “Perhaps it has to do with Uncle Bill’s bite?”

Professor McGonagall contemplated this fact, “Louis is the eldest twin, perhaps his blood took all of the inheritance?”

“We need to get him to St. Mungo’s, and have him put into an isolated ward, just in case.” Madame Bones commented, preparing to wheel the bed towards the floo, first placing some papers and vials on the bed. They would be needed, to get him admitted. “Mrs. Weasley, please follow me.” The two women, plus the young man on the bed, were flooed to the wizarding hospital, after Madame Bones cried out, “St. Mungo’s!”

“Children, please return to class. After dinner come to my office, and you will all be informed on the health of the young Mr Weasley.” Professor McGonagall, with the help of Professor Longbottom, ushered out all the children. “No complaining now, don’t dilly-dally either. I know that this is worrying, but we know what is going on, so the Healers at St. Mungo’s will be able to heal him faster.”

“He’ll be on the mend now.” Neville told them, a small smile on his face, telling them not to panic. “Come on Potter, Weasley, you’re supposed to be in my class now, anyway.” He pushed Albus Potter in front of him, along with Rose Weasley, as both were supposed to be in his Herbology class at that very minute.

As people turned the corner, the small voice of Dominique called out to her older sister, “Victoire? Will Louis be okay?”

Before Victoire could speak, Teddy Lupin walked over, pulling the young girl into his arms, comforting her. “Of course, Louis’s going to be okay, Dom! You know him, he’s always alright, isn’t he? You Weasleys’ are always bouncing back, no matter what.”

Smiling thankfully at him, Victoire spoke, “Teddy’s right.” She pressed a kiss to her younger sister crown, before smoothing down her blonde hair, just like her mother did. “Besides, you heard the teachers, Louis is on the mend now. Everything will be back to normal before we know it!”

That summer had been difficult for the Weasley/Potter clan.

It went exactly how it usually did, with the children spending most of their time at Molly and Arthur Weasley’s (now empty) house, due to their parents working most of the time. The difference, though, was people had to be careful around Louis now. As with all young veelas, Louis was vastly over-protective of his family, his younger sisters’ especially. Often, at the beginning of summer, he was seen flying into a rage, and turning into his full-veela form, at the smallest thing – such as Dominique, his youngest sister, being accidentally pushed over by James. Even though he moved out of this phase, no longer being so temperamental after a few weeks adjusting to his inheritance, it wasn’t completely safe to be around Louis. Despite being one of the loveliest people to walk the Earth; a young, unmated veela (especially a male one, who has the need to protect those he loves) was always dangerous to affiliate with – at least until they mated.

Bill and Fleur had warned all family members, before Louis had finally finished his changing and returned from St. Mungo’s, that they had to be careful around him, that they had to look after him now. Also, she vaguely mentioned, not to be too ‘freaked out’ by his sudden change.

The veela-form was odd, they’d discovered during his first change. It was tall, taller than Hagrid, and had large, bird-like wings that extended from the top of his back, the very tips reaching his ankles. The wings were a vibrant, iridescent, purple-blue, and they were powerful enough to launch him into the air at vast speeds. Louis’s eyes changed colours too, in this form, from their normal colour, to ones that matched his wings, and were just as vibrant as them too. Other than those obvious changes, were the subtle ones – such as his incredible strength, his heightened senses, his newfound ability to know how people were feeling, and his ability to manipulate people using the typical veela appeal. The last had been used to achieve more of his grandmother’s pie one evening, and had meant he’d walked away with the entire dish – much to his mother’s anger.

By the end of that summer, though, Louis felt confident that he had complete control of himself. He was able control his shifts into the other form, and (with the help of his family) he’d conquered his abilities. He no longer accidentally crushed his cups, felt people’s emotions, or forced people to do his bidding. Everything was going to be okay.

September first came around faster than anyone would have liked. While every student did love Hogwarts, it was still school, and therefore they kind of hated it too.

Like every year, the entirety of the Weasley/Potter clan was stood on Platform 9¾, well those who could make it. George and Percy Weasley weren’t there, as the two were at Weasley Wizard Wheezes, working.

Percy had joined George after the war, helping out a little around the shop, and eventually stayed because he genuinely enjoyed the work. Generally, he was always doing the more clerical things, like the accounts and checking inventory, but every now and then he himself invented something interesting. The self-replenishing ink-well was his idea, as was the idea for other ink wells filled with wacky colours and glitter. Bless him, though, Percy tried his best.

As usual, the station was hustling with students and parents, it was as hectic as every year was. It was easy to determine who were new kids (as they tended to stare) and who weren’t. The same went for their parents. That didn’t matter to the Weasley/Potter clan, though – they’d been doing this for too long to get caught up in the looks and whispers that surrounded them.

“Louis, be careful this year!” Mrs Weasley (Molly the first) was beginning yet another speech on how Louis should be careful at Hogwarts, and not pull a ‘Harry Potter’ at school (as something bad always happened to him, although not usually his fault). “Do not start a fight with anyone, and watch your surroundings when you shift! Merlin knows those wings can take someone’s eye out…”

Just as she was about to continue her rant about how the Weasleys’ need to ‘calm down’, and ‘have a normal school experience’ – bang. Louis Weasley, the one closest to the wall they had all literally just come through, was violently knocked over by the small figure that landed on top of him, her dark hair spilling over his shoulders and getting in his face (and a little in his mouth too).

“Oh, I’m sorry!” The girl scrambled to get up, flailing slightly due to embarrassment, and accidentally kneeing the poor boy in his gut in her haste. “Oh, Merlin! I’m- I’m sorry, I was in such a rush, my mums went ahead with my cart, I thought I was going to be late! Ugh, I’m such a-” The girl had managed to get to her feet, and was now pulling Louis up onto his, desperate to right her small ‘wrong’. She’d just dragged him onto his feet, his grasping her arm to steady himself, when he’d locked eyes with her.

Suddenly, nothing else was visible to him, apart from her beautiful, shining eyes. Something inside Louis clicked into place, his new veela body singing at the sight of this girl’s face. Whilst she was shorter than him, she looked about his age, and vaguely Louis wondered if the two shared classes together… If so, he needed to be her partner for all of them. Her mouth was perfectly curved into a smile, and her dark eyes spoke of a future, their future – together.

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friendly-neighborhood-boricua · 5 months ago

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[3] Career Fair

Summary: James holds a parents' career fair, to which Liam's mom is invited.

Notes: Marauders modern elementary school AU, kindergarten teacher!James Potter x nurse!reader, mom!reader x son!OC (Liam), inspired by this post by @ravishinglavishingluvr. Hah, remember last time where I said I was updating semi-regularly? Ok well I actually mean it now, I promise lmao. Not edited but I'll do that tomorrow. Also kinda short, sorry

A/N (1/8/2024): okok I came back here to change the names of some kids bc I forgot that this is a marauders au so I can use the names of like real kids from harry potter smhhhhh please don't get mad at me this is my first time writing an au

Previous Part: Seeing Each Other Around Town Next Part: Liam and James Make You A Birthday Gift Series Masterlist here

James ended up pushing the career fair back a couple weeks because there was a conflict in the schedule

(not because you emailed him back saying you wouldn’t be able to come the day he had originally planned it)

(and definitely not because he asked you to send him your shift schedule so he could make sure you could come, and you were working overtime for two weeks straight)

(James was pretty sure your work schedule violated some labor laws or something, but he was in no place to question you)

Liam is soooo excited for the couple days leading up to the career fair

Because his mom is cool af and he can’t wait to show everybody just how badass you are

(You had Liam pretty young, so you’re totally the parent who all the kids think is the coolest person alive and who all the kids’ older siblings have crushes on and who all the kids’ parents judge because of your age and assume you’re irresponsible, but we don’t have to talk about that)

James is also excited because he hasn’t had a real conversation with you in a couple weeks and he really just wants to talk to you

Poor Sirius and Remus have had to deal with him swooning and fawning and over you and also helping him frantically prepare for this career fair because “guys it HAS to be perfect”

But at long last, the day finally arrives

James scheduled the career fair in the afternoon so he could threaten children with canceling the event if they misbehave, so both he and his kids are bouncing off the walls in excitement all morning

He eats lunch in the library with Remus and Sirius, and they both spend the entire time hyping him up

(It’s mostly Sirius tho)

“You’ve got this, Prongs—be smooth—be nice—you’re a nice bloke, that’s not gonna be a problem for you—”

And eventually, it’s time

The parents that are participating in the fair arrive ten minutes before James has to get the kids from the cafeteria so he can explain to them what’s going to happen (because god knows the majority didn’t read the goddamn email he sent)

You’re a little late (profusely apologizing again, and it reminds James of the first time you met back at parent-teacher conferences) but you read the email the night before (and take another piece of James’ heart hostage while you’re at it) so it’s no worries

James’ summary instructions take a shorter amount of time than expected, so the ten or so parents all get to talking

And ofc James takes this opportunity to talk to you

You’d emailed back and forth about the fair but you hadn’t really talked in person since that night in the grocery store, and James was starting to feel like he’d die if he went another day without talking to you

So he’s plotting his route to you across the classroom when he notices you’ve secluded yourself a few steps away from the majority of the parents’ conversation

James is also horrified to discover you look slightly uncomfortable

Like you’re somewhere you don’t belong

And of course James can’t have that

So he sidles up next to you and asks how your day is going, if your boss gave you a hard time getting off work early, how the chocolate chip cookie dough from a month and a half ago was—anything he can think of, really

By the time James has to go get the kids from the cafeteria, you’re smiling and laughing, and James desperately wants to keep you like that all the time

He shakes himself out of his daydreamy state on the way to the cafeteria because this is your JOB, James, you can’t be distracted by your favorite student’s mom. His sweet, kind, whip-smart, dazzling … mom …

(In the back of his mind, James knows he’s screwed, he just has no idea what to do about it)

(CERTAINLY not act on it, because that would be a complete conflict of interest and totally unprofessional of him)

(But it’s just a crush)

(It’s fine)

(Right?)

ANYWAY

Liam’s on the lookout for you as soon as he steps through the door, and he beams the sweetest little chubby-cheeked smile when he finds you and points you out to his friends

You wink playfully at him, and he and his friends giggle excitedly as they sit in their seats

If James is being completely honest with himself, the career fair was a little disappointing

The majority of the parents’ presentations were kinda lame

And they didn’t make their jobs understandable or appealing for the kids

Dean's mom (she’s regional manager of a popular grocery store chain) complained to the class about her boss pretty much the whole time

Luna’s father, a rather eccentric professor at the local university, just spewed a bunch of nonsense technical jargon about the soul or the meaning of life or something that not even the adults in the room could understand

And Draco's dad (he owns the local insurance company and is just obscenely wealthy, which explains quite a bit of his son's attitude) straight up said he hated his job, so there’s that

But then there was your presentation

James is sure he’s in love by now because you made being a nurse sound so amazing

You talked about how you’re in charge of taking care of people when they’re sick or hurt, how it’s nice to be able to help people, how even when your job gets hard, you feel like you’ve made a positive impact at the end of the day

Once the parents left, James asked the kids who’s presentation they liked the most

And ofc every kid in that room agreed that yours was the best

And a solid 75% said they wanted to be a nurse lmao and he was just so proud

Proud of his kids and also you because your presentation was just so fucking good

As James is taking the kids out to the buses, Liam thanks him for inviting you to the career fair

Ofc James says it was no problem and that you’re really cool, so it was a pleasure to have you there

And Liam kinda gives James this … look … and is like “… yeah, my mom is cool …”

And James gets this horrible feeling that Liam somehow knows

Knows he’s completely smitten for Liam’s mom

Fallen head over heels

Practically in love at this point (though James has a nasty habit of throwing that word around willy-nilly)

(Liam kinda freaks James out a bit sometimes lmao)

Next Part: Liam and James Make You A Birthday Gift

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friendly-neighborhood-boricua · 8 months ago

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📚 Cute Kid Masterlist 📚 [Completed]

Aaaaalrighty folks I'm starting a series that I actually intend to finish (mark it on the calendar). It's more of a series of blurbs than anything, and maybe eventually I'll convert it into an actual series, but we'll see. I'm trying to keep it as easy for me as possible because I've found it really difficult to write consistently lately, so I super appreciate your patience <3<3<3 Anyway, I hope you like it!!

Summary: Your son is the light of your life. It's always been you and him, and you've never felt the need for anything else in your life. But maybe—just this once—you could indulge in something you want instead. Though, it might be a little tricky, seeing as he's Liam's kindergarten teacher. But we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.

Notes: Marauders modern elementary school AU, kindergarten teacher!James Potter x nurse!reader, mom!reader x son!OC (Liam), inspired by @ravishinglavishingluvr's post here <3

↳ Parent-Teacher Conferences — in which James meets his favorite student's mom for the first time.

↳ Seeing Each Other Around Town — in which James discovers his favorite student and his mom are his across-the-street neighbors and now he can't stop seeing her everywhere.

↳ Career Fair — James holds a parents' career fair, to which Liam's mom is invited.

↳ Liam and James Make You A Birthday Gift — in which, inspired by his birthday party at school, Liam goes to James for help with your birthday present.

↳ James Takes Liam to School — in which, having grown closer with James over the month after your birthday, he offers to help lighten the load of a stressful morning.

↳ You Get A Visitor in the ER — in which you're working overtime when you get a visit from an unexpected someone who makes your shift just a bit less excruciating.

↳ Kindergarten Graduation — in which Liam graduates from kindergarten and another thing changes in your life.

#james potter x reader #james potter x you #teacher!james potter #teacher!james potter x reader #teacher!james potter x you #nurse!reader #james potter x nurse!reader #teacher!james potter x nurse!reader #mom!reader #james potter x mom!reader #librarian!remus #librarian!remus lupin #school librarian!remus lupin #secretary!sirius #secretary!sirius black #kindergarten teacher!james potter

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[4] Liam and James Make You A Birthday Gift

Summary: Inspired by his birthday party at school, Liam goes to James for help with your birthday present.

Notes: Marauders modern elementary school AU, kindergarten teacher!James Potter x nurse!reader, mom!reader x son!OC (Liam). Sorta weirdly angsty? Idk how that happened. Vague mention of parental death, grieving.

A/N (27/6/24): Guys just don't believe me when I say I'll update regularly lmao it's never gonna happen. Tried to upload this last night but I literally fell asleep lmao so this is semi edited

Previous Part: Career Fair Next Part: James Takes Liam to School Series Masterlist here

Look.

We all know that James is the best kindergarten teacher at his school.

His students’ test scores always improve through the year

Their standardized test results are exactly where they should be for the grade level, if not higher

And the kids themselves love him

But in order to keep his kids happy and engaged and eager to learn, he sometimes has to … shall we say bend the rules …

Just a teensy weensy bit

A little bit

A tiiiiiiny bit

At the beginning of the year, James told the class that if they were well-behaved by the time that each of their birthdays came around, he would throw a small birthday party for each of them

And let me tell you

The kids were thrilled

James quickly set a few ground rules for the kids (because the admin at his school is stupid and ScHOoL pArTiEs cAnT bE hELd wiThOUt adMiNiStrATivE pErMiSSiOn so he had to be kinda careful)

NUMBER ONE (more for him than them)

James checked each of his students’ allergy records in the school database to figure out what treats he could bring to school

You know, without sending anyone into anaphylactic shock and probably getting sued in the process

and NUMBER TWO

Everyone must thank Mr. Black at the front desk on the day of each party

(Sirius would help James smuggle treats into his room for these parties, so James figured it’d be nice to have them say thank you)

Honestly, James enjoyed these parties just as much as the kids

Even the planning part was fun for him

About a week before a kid’s birthday, he’d ask them what treat they wanted for their party

Some kids *cough* draco *cough* want a bunch of super-sugary Halloween-type candy

(James gets them reduced sugar and sugar-free knock-off brands for Draco's birthday because he doesn’t think he can handle nineteen sugar-high kids all at once)

Others want to have a pizza party or order from a nearby restaurant

Sweet little Dean just wanted Fig Newtons lmaooo

(James bought an extra pack for her to take home)

But each and every time, no matter what they want, James makes it happen

Liam’s birthday is on January 2nd, which is over winter break

Which is a shame because James was really excited to celebrate it on the day of

Usually with kids who have birthdays in the summer, he celebrates their half-birthday

But that won’t work for Liam obviously bc his half-birthday is in the summer

So James just decides to celebrate Liam’s birthday when they get back from winter break

Before winter break, however, James asks Liam what treat he wants for his party

And Liam

Sweet summer child

Liam says he’d really like some home-made oatmeal raisin cookies

What.

What the fuck kind of answer is that??

For a sIX YEAR OLD

WHAT.

This fucking child is somehow like ninety years old and six at the same fucking time

James’ utter bafflement must have been visible on his face because Liam explains himself pretty quick

And James’ heart breaks when Liam tells him that his grandma died when he was really young but his mom tells him all the time that her mom’s oatmeal raisin cookies were the best thing ever

Apparently every time you try to recreate them for Liam, some disaster happens and you’re unable to finish

(i.e. you’re called into work and have to take the cookies out of the oven half-baked so the house doesn’t burn down, you and Liam take a nap while the cookies are baking and almost actually burn the house down, Liam accidentally gave you the salt rather than the sugar, etc.)

And Liam just really wants to try good oatmeal raisin cookies

He’s had them from a box from the grocery store before, and they’re not bad (it kinda surprises James that he liked them at all, but then he remembers who exactly he’s talking to lol), but Liam wants to try some good home-made oatmeal raisin cookies

And maybe bring one home for his mom

And FURTHERMORE, Liam is plenty aware that no child in a million years besides him actually enjoys oatmeal raisin cookies

So he asks for chocolate chip for the rest of the class so they get something they’ll actually enjoy

James is just kinda speechless at first

Like you can hear him just blinking down at this sweet, kind, selfless little six-year-old

And slowly he nods, and the bell rings to signify the end of the day (and semester since it’s the last day of school before winter break)

Poor James is practically catatonic as he gets his kids on their busses and in cars home, then packs his own things and finally makes his way to the library to get Remus and Sirius

And they both know something’s up immediately

After some gentle prodding (and Sirius outright refusing to leave the school library until James tells them what was wrong), James tells them what happened

(Remus and Sirius aren’t quite sure what the big deal is until James explains further)

James’ parents died during his second year at university, and he was horribly torn up about it for years after

Still is, sometimes

He was always terribly close with his parents, and they would always do anything—anything—for their James

(Including practically adopt Sirius during high school)

And now, thinking about Liam’s grandmother dying when he was young, all James could think about was you

James couldn’t imagine you’re any older than him, and he’s twenty-four, which means you had Liam young

And if Liam’s grandmother—your mother—had died when Liam was young, that meant you were left to take care of a baby all on your own at—what, twenty years old? Nineteen? All while going to university to become a nurse, and then actually becoming a nurse after that, long shifts and heavy workloads and all

The thought made James’ heart ache terribly in his chest

That night, James spends nearly two hours searching for different oatmeal raisin cookie recipes

He plans to do trials

A competition of sorts with Sirius and Remus serving as judges

Because James is DETERMINED to bake the best homemade oatmeal raisin cookie Liam will ever have

(He’s sort of nervous for you to eat one, but he figures even if it isn’t as good as your mother’s, it hopefully won’t be awful)

James, Sirius, and Remus’ holiday celebrations only really extend to sleeping over on Christmas Eve at Remus’ mother’s house, which is only a couple blocks away

So James spends every day of winter break baking a new cookie recipe and shoving cookies down Remus’ and Sirius’ throats

But by the beginning of second semester, James has crafted the perfect oatmeal raisin cookie recipe

(It was rather simple, actually, and the “secret ingredient” was more of a secret process than anything; James used only brown sugar rather than a mix of brown and granulated, added some cinnamon, and put the balls of dough in the freezer for twenty minutes before baking so they would be nice and chewy)

James decides to hold Liam’s party at the end of the first week back at school

(Just to make sure the kids know they’ve got to go back to learning)

And Liam’s party goes swimmingly!! (ofc)

James brought chocolate chips, as promised

But he was terribly proud of his oatmeal raisin cookies, so he brought enough for the whole class as well

And holy shit

James never thought it could be done

But EVERY SINGLE KID in that classroom was eating oatmeal raisin cookies like there was no tomorrow

James tried to make sure there was a cookie left at the end for Liam to take home to you

But he couldn’t keep them out of these kids’ grubby little paws and they ended up eating them all :(((((((((

James is really sad when he notices

He hadn’t quite realized just how much he wanted you to try his cookies but now he’s really disappointed

And poor Liam :((((((

Poor baby Liam is also pretty put out by it, James can tell

James apologizes to Liam about it

Liam says it’s fine, but James sees right through it

He gives Liam a big hug at the end of the day as well as another apology

(And a lollipop, but secretly so the other kids don’t ask for one too)

A month passes, and everything’s pretty normal

Until one weekend in early February, James hears knocking on his apartment door

He’d been grading, and Remus and Sirius were over to hang about and chat

James wasn’t expecting anyone else to arrive so he’s pretty confused

But he answers anyway

(Let's be honest here people, James would be the first to be killed in a horror movie)

Thankfully Jason doesn’t murder James on his doorstep

Instead (and very surprisingly) it’s Liam who’s standing anxiously at James’ front door

Immediately, James thinks the worst

Did something happen to Liam? Are you home? Did something happen to you?

James is immediately crouched in front of Liam, eye level, asking him what he needs

And Liam anxiously stutters out that he needs help

With what? you may ask

Well, my dear reader

Liam needs help making homemade oatmeal raisin cookies

For his mom

For her birthday

LIAM ISTG—ASDKFJHLWN

YOUR SON IS SUCH A SWEETHEART

AND JAMES CANNOT GET OVER IT

(He’s also super relieved bc he was real scared for a second that something terrible had happened)

So Liam and James and Remus and Sirius (who Liam knows as Mr. Lupin and Mr. Black from school) all get to work making homemade oatmeal raisin cookies for you for your birthday

Liam explains that you’re working a twelve-hour shift and a couple hours of overtime on top of that, so you set him up with Ms. Hope (Remus’ mom, who watches him often)

Apparently Liam asked her if he could go to James’ apartment to ask if he could bake oatmeal raisin cookies for his mom, and Ms. Hope said yes

(Remus quickly calls his mother to reassure her that Liam arrived safe and sound and is currently baking with them, just so she doesn’t worry herself)

Liam also informs James, Remus, and Sirius that he’s supposed to be staying at Ms. Hope’s house until tomorrow morning, when you’ll pick him up

Ms. Hope insisted that you leave Liam with her and not worry about him, if just for the night

The four boys have a blast for the next three hours or so, baking far too many batches of cookies and then finding a nice gift bag to put them in

James also gets some stray craft supplies (he keeps it around in case he runs out at school) and everyone makes their own birthday cards for you

Harry goes back to Ms. Hope’s just in time for dinner, which James, Sirius, and Remus join them for, much to Ms. Hope’s excitement

The evening is just terribly fun for all of them

Fast forward to the next day and you’re rushing to look semi-presentable to go get Liam from Ms. Hope’s house

The doorbell rings, and you’re cursing internally because you’re already fifteen minutes late

You got home so late at night that it was actually early in the morning, and you’d overslept

And now there’s another thing to deal with at the door

James’ eyebrows raise slightly at the force with which you wrench open the door, and he’s a little concerned that you’ll be displeased at what he’s done

But you realize who it is (Liam) and who he’s with (James) and all the tension in your shoulders melts back

Liam is immediately all over you, wishing you a happy birthday with a big hug and a wet kiss to your cheek and resting his head on your shoulder when you pick him up

You’re completely thrilled to see him

(If immensely confused about why your son's teacher is also on your doorstep with a rather large gift bag)

James smiles sheepishly, but he’s reassured by your smile as you say good morning

So he explains the whoooooole story with you pitching in here and there

Until finally he gets to the fact that he and Liam (and Remus and Sirius ofc) have made you oatmeal raisin cookies

At this point, James is pretty certain that you can’t do much to endear him further to you

But you’ve got the most lovely way of proving him wrong when he begins to think like that because the way your eyes light up at the mention of oatmeal raisin cookies makes James want to keep repeating the words over and over so the look never fades from your face

He hands over the gift bag (with another small explanation about the two extra cards and who exactly Sirius and Remus are), wishes you a happy birthday, and politely excuses himself

As much as James loves to be around you and Liam, he knows his place

At the end of the day, he’s still Liam’s kindergarten teacher, and Liam is still your son

So he leaves you and Liam to celebrate your birthday between the two of you

When he gets back to his flat and locks the door behind him, James feels a strange sort of ache settle over his shoulders and seep deep into the cavity of his chest. He swallows around the strange feeling in his throat and takes a deep breath. It’s fine. Everything’s fine.

Next Part: James Takes Liam to School

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[5] James Takes Liam to School

Summary: The month following your birthday sees you and Liam growing closer with James outside of school, and when you're stressed and in a rush, James offers to help.

Notes: Marauders modern elementary school AU, kindergarten teacher!James Potter x nurse!reader, mom!reader x son!OC (Liam). Last one was really long and this one is kinda just regular length, sorry :/

A/N (26/7/2024): ok I made a small change since I first posted this ... just figured a little Tonks cameo would be fun lol so now Tonks watches Liam before school :)

Previous Part: Liam and James Make You A Birthday Gift Next Part: You Get A Visitor in the ER Series Masterlist here

Okok first lemme explain something really quick

Your apartment building has a lobby sort of thing on the first floor right as you walk in

And this lobby doesn’t really have a ceiling if you know what I mean? Like the building is hollow above the lobby area, and there are like balcony/hallway things inside the building for each floor where you can enter the apartments

(idk if that makes sense but please just bear with me on this one pls)

So you and Liam’s apartment is on the second floor of the building, right above the post boxes for the building

And you, Liam, and James have figured out that James’ apartment is the one right above yours

You’re not 100% sure how you feel about this yet … but so far it’s only brought good things (read: cookies for your birthday and seeing James get his mail every day while you’re on your way out the door for work)

James, on the other hand, is lowkey super thrilled

Bc he loves (LOVES) to see you in your scrubs early every morning

The two of you have made a habit of making light conversation for a couple minutes in the morning

(Or sometimes James just waves at you with the sweetest, prettiest, kindest smile if you’re in a rush)

It’s the highlight of James’ day tbh

Maybe tied with seeing Liam at school

You and James have actually become pretty good friends through these small interactions

Over the month or so since your birthday, James has learned, little by little, what constitutes a regular day in you and Liam’s household

Mornings are rather chaotic since you usually work 12-hour shifts from 7 to 7, so you pay one of the high school girls that lives in the building to watch Liam for an hour and drive him to school

You leave at 6:30-ish, which is right around the time James gets his mail (fucking morning person)

(He's started putting an alarm on his phone for 6:20 to remember to see you get the mail every morning)

Tonks is the girl who watches Liam in the morning (she insists you call her that and who are you to say no), and she also picks him up from school on Tuesdays and Thursdays and drops him off at Ms. Hope’s house across the street for a few hours before you can pick him up from there and take him home (Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, Ms. Hope can pick Liam up herself)

It’s a couple evenings a week that James crosses paths with you and Liam as you’re walking across the street back from Ms. Hope’s house

He always takes fifteen minutes or so (as long as you and Liam have the time) to talk with Liam about his day, what he enjoyed at school, if he had trouble on any homework (which is rare), and what he and Ms. Hope got up to after school

(Secretly, James hopes you’ll be impressed with how good he is with kids even though it’s literally his job lmao he knows it’s backwards thinking but he’s just so smitten)

But James knows better than to ask the same boring “what are you doing today” during your daily morning chats

Every morning, he asks you a random question about yourself

The second morning you and James talked (he hadn’t thought to ask you much more than “what are you doing up so early” the first time around), he’d asked about your favorite color

Then it was whether you prefer cats or dogs

James knows a bunch of random trivia about you now, like your favorite food and how you hate working in the med-surg unit and the name of your favorite stuffed animal from your childhood

And every morning, James tells you his own answer to the question of the day

His favorite color is red (which you think fits him, but he specified that he likes a dark wine color or a maraschino cherry best), he likes cats but prefers dogs (he laughed to himself when he told you like he was making an inside joke, but you didn’t ask questions), his favorite food is his mom’s recipe for biryani (you noted that he used the past tense when speaking of her), he loves bringing his kids to the library because one of his best friends is the librarian (James mentioned Remus, and you nodded because he’s Ms. Hope’s son), and his favorite stuffed animal is a plush rabbit named Miss Beatrice, who he still has in his apartment (you bullied him into admitting that he still sleeps with her on occasion, but it's so sweet you can't really laugh)

It’s become almost a sort of game, and you’ve come to know each other quite a bit more in these little five- or ten-minute interactions

It’s fun :)

And it’s normal and regular and consistent, and you and James like it that way

So James is rather alarmed when you come rushing down the stairs and into the lobby at 6:40 one morning, Liam running along with you with his school bag, trying to keep pace

You heave a sigh as you come to stand James’ side, checking your own mailbox (which you usually don’t do in the morning, and it makes James all the more concerned)

James can tell you’re trying not to brush him off but it’s obvious you’re in a rush

You’re halfway through explaining to him that Tonks came down with bronchitis and can’t watch Liam, and on top of that, your alarm didn’t go off this morning because you’d turned it off yesterday for your day off and forgot to turn it back on so you’re already running late, and you hate asking Ms. Hope to watch Liam at the asscrack of dawn—

James doesn’t really think about the words he says before they’re coming out of his mouth

He just offers to take Liam to school

It’s not like he’d be going out of the way for it anyway, I mean he and Liam are going to the exact same place and Liam has already been in James’ apartment before and knows it relatively well, so what’s the harm?

And you kinda … freeze … for a second

And at this point, James knows you pretty well, you know?

He knows you’re gonna refuse, say you can’t ask that of him, so he reassures you that it won’t be a problem at all and says he and Liam will have fun and get to school on time and everything

Just for added effect, he winks at Liam, who giggles and tugs on the sleeve of the shirt under your scrubs and asks with the sweetest, widest eyes if he can stay with Mr. Potter for the morning

And ever the thoughtful little boy, Liam reasons that then you won’t have to be stressed about bothering Ms. Hope or about where Liam might be for an hour in the morning

You’re considering the options, looking between James’ and Liam’s wide, excited eyes, until you finally sigh quietly

Just to be sure, you ask James if he’s sure he doesn’t mind

And of course, James doesn’t

(It took a while for James to convince you to stop calling him Mr. Potter and he’s always seen how you hesitate for a moment before calling him James, but he surprises himself with just how hot he feels under the collar when you don’t hesitate to call him by his first name this time)

You look down at Liam again and nod lightly, and your son is just all smiles and buzzing with excitement immediately

He gives you a hug around one of your legs, which you reciprocate as best as you can, and you exchange ‘I love you’s before you’re thanking James profusely on your way out the door

James watches you get in your car and drive away through the glass front doors of the building

And he must have an awfully fond look on his face

Because Liam just looks up at him with the cutest scrutinizing eyes you’ll ever see and asks “Do you like-like my mom?”

James just about chokes on his spit lmaooo

But Liam isn’t letting James off the hook without an answer, so James tries to be as tactful (and evasive) as he can be and says

“Your mom is very sweet, Liam. I can see where you get it from.”

Your chaotic morning was truly a warning for the rest of the day, because work really sucked

And by the end of your shift, you realize you didn’t tell James where Liam should go after school due to the unforeseen circumstances of the morning, so you’re hoping you won’t find your son sitting on the welcome mat outside of your apartment

But you figure you’ll go to Ms. Hope’s in case James kept to the usual schedule

But when you arrive, Ms. Hope says that James had actually called and told her he’d be taking Liam to his apartment and to tell you that’s where your son would be when you got home

So ofc that’s where you go next

You sort of hesitate to knock on the door at first, just because you’ve never been in or even around James’ apartment and it makes you strangely nervous

(Which is weird because you assisted with surgery on a man who’d been in a motorcycle accident earlier that day, and you’d come out on the other side of that alive and mostly mentally intact)

But your fist kinda just acts for you and knocks on James’ front door

There’s silence, then a high-pitched giggle (Liam) and a sweet chuckle (presumably James) before the door is yanked open and your son is flying into your arms

Well, more like into your legs bc he’s six and short lmao

But you pick him up and rest him on your hip like he’s a lot lighter than he is

And he’s immediately babbling away at you about all the fun things they did at school and how he wants to hang out with Mr. Potter every morning and afternoon and he missed you and look what he made for you during art class today!

You’re already feeling better from your shit day at work, and when you finally get the chance to look towards the doorway again, James is there with the softest, most … ugh he's just the sweetest

Because he looks so in love

And you sort of hate that you can see it in the way he looks at you and Liam

James is truly the kindest, most compassionate man you’ve ever met, and you know that at the end of the day, even when he looks at you and your son like that, you’re already counting the obstacles in your head

Because first and foremost, you’re a mother, always, and your son will always come first no matter what

And James is literally Liam’s kindergarten teacher, and there’s no way you’d even entertain the idea of putting your child’s education anywhere near your own entanglements

And even if that wasn’t a problem, and as much as James makes lovie eyes at you, you haven’t dated since Liam’s father

It would be an enormous change, both for you and Liam

And again, you don’t want your son to get hurt

You hope you’re not as transparent as you feel and that your thoughts aren’t being projected onto your forehead, but the way James reacts to you looking at him makes you think that maybe they were

But … maybe not, because you give him a tight-lipped, sort-of-melancholy smile, and all James does is smile back, and there’s a sort of understanding that passes between you as your son babbles in your arms about his class’ dioramas of the jurassic period

Not now, but … Maybe.

Next Part: You Get A Visitor in the ER

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friendly-neighborhood-boricua · 3 months ago

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[6] You Get A Visitor in the ER

Summary: You're working overtime when you get a visit from an unexpected someone who makes your shift just a bit less excruciating.

Notes: Marauders modern elementary school AU, kindergarten teacher!James Potter x nurse!single mom!reader.

A/N (26/7/2024): this is edited but still kinda short so I may come back to it at some point and add some things ... second to last chapter yay!

Previous Part: James Takes Liam to School Next Part: Kindergarten Graduation Series Masterlist here

About two weeks ago, you woke up in the middle of the night to a hard thump from Liam’s room

You were in his doorway in a flash, of course, because what if he’s dying

And tbh you were kinda close

Turns out he fell out of his bed and the lower right side of his abdomen was hurting really bad

You figured out pretty quick that he probably had appendicitis, which is definitely not ideal

So one rather tense ambulance ride and night in the ER and OR later, you wheeled Liam out of the hospital in a wheelchair so he wouldn't mess up his stitches too much after literally getting an organ removed

You texted James to let him know what happened and that Liam would be staying hope from school for a week to recover

(James had managed to give you his number under the guise of offering to drive Liam to and from school in the future and although you haven't had to ask or even use his number at all, he still has you as one of his pinned contacts)

(Sirius and Remus make fun of him for it)

(Your contact photo is actually a photo of Liam where he's smiling really big while mixing cookie dough for your birthday, which was about three months ago)

As always, James was totally sympathetic and understanding and even dropped by your apartment after school with work for Laim so he wouldn't fall too far behind

You took the week off from work to watch Liam, of course

But you're paying for it now bc your CNO super sucks and isn't understanding at all when it comes to your kid

So now he has you working a fucking double to make up for your missed days

Two 12-hour shifts in a row, 6AM to 6AM

Not fucking fun, dude

(Your CNO is the absolute worst—this is the one that James is pretty sure violates labor laws pretty consistently)

He actually wanted you to do three doubles over the next two weeks but Poppy (not the CNO, but she’s been a nurse at this hospital for time immemorial) told him off, so you only have to do the one today

And at the very least, it’s in the ER

Which isn’t terrible

Definitely not as bad as med-surg

I mean yeah, it can be stressful but it’s nowhere near as bad as medical dramas make it out to be, and it’s pretty rewarding most of the time

It’s a Friday, so Tonks watched Liam in the morning and took him to school, where Ms. Hope picked him up and held onto him for a couple hours until it was time for Ron's sleepover, which she then dropped him off at

So he’s safe and taken care of

And it’s been a pretty quiet night tbh

There was a big car crash during rush hour in the morning but beyond that, nothing super crazy or out of the ordinary

So now you’re on triage duty with Poppy (which just means you and her are hanging out and talking while waiting for something—anything—to happen)

Lily, one of the administrative aides that checks people into the ER, finally pokes her head into the ER at half past ten at night, and it’s rather urgent

Apparently someone’s cut their had pretty badly

You lose a rapid-fire game of rock paper scissors against Poppy, so it’s you that goes to evaluate the patient

But when you enter the ER fast track, you’re really quite surprised

"James?"

To be fair, James is also quite surprised to see you, it's just that he's more smiley and pleased than distressed

He’s hovering near one of the beds and has what seems to be a kitchen towel wrapped around his palm, which you now see has been bleeding quite profusely

You’re at his side embarrassingly quickly and asking him standard questions as he stares at you with a rather glassy look on his face

What happened? Cut my hand while cooking. Can you feel your hand? Um, yeah, it … it hurts pretty bad. Can you tell if it’s still bleeding? I can’t really, no. Do you feel lightheaded at all? Mm, yeah, just … just a bit. Did someone drive you here? Yeah, um, Sirius did … they told him to wait in the lobby.

James is in shock, that much is clear

You ease him to take a seat on the bed and quickly grab a couple forms, which you fill out as you continue asking him questions

Poor boy gets really concerned when you make for the door to the ER proper but ofc you reassure him you’ll be back in a second

You ask Poppy to get Dr. Longbottom before quickly returning to James

And James—Sweet Summer Child James—he's just asking you what you’re doing here so late, if Liam is at Ms. Hope’s, just random questions that aren’t super related to one another

He’s super out of it but you entertain his thoughts and answer whatever questions come to his mind as you ensure that his kitchen towel is applying a decent enough amount of pressure

Alice shows up pretty quickly with a suture tray and asks you to clean James’ cut as she gets ready, which you readily do

You also let her know that James isn’t exactly all there, to which she smiles amusedly and says she can see that lmao

James is kinda confused at first when Alice tries to take away the towel around his hand, but you gently explain what's happening and he understands pretty quick

He looks down at his hand when you finally uncover the cut (it’s long but clean—easy to stitch right up) and poor boy gets a little too light headed at the sight of all the blood that’s covering his hands and the kitchen towel and your latex-gloved hands

James just about falls over onto your shoulder lmaooooo

He doesn’t quite pass out, just like a severe wave of lightheadedness

You quickly encourage him off of your shoulder and you and Alice manage to lay him down on the hospital bed just so he won’t fall off of it and hurt himself if he does decide to pass out

The cut is easy to clean despite how bloody it is, and you round the bed to James’ opposite side as Alice prepares to administer the anesthetic and sew James’ hand up

This entire time, James has just been following your around with his eyes

He’s never gotten to see you work before and it’s really quite interesting to him

And he loves that you’re taking care of him (Such Gentle! Yay!)

Alice asks you to keep James talking and distracted while she sews him up and you happily obliged

It’s kinda hard to keep James talking though because he just keeps asking you questions

By the time Alice is finished with James’ hand, you’ve told him about Liam’s recovery, your shift so far, and how shitty your CNO is for making you work a double

James is much more lucid by the time his stitches are finished which is great because he was sort of starting to worry you

But he’s pretty much all there now :)

He’s also disclosed to you that he cut his hand while trying to take the pit out of an avocado, which you find absolutely hilarious even though you couldn’t really laugh at your own patient

Alice leaves you to wrap James’ hand in protective gauze and give him post-op care instructions

And James is honestly thrilled that your shift has been a quiet one

Because he’s sure that if anyone beyond you two were in the fast track, they would have seen clear as day how he looked at you while you wrapped some soft gauze firmly around his palm

He’s lucky though because you’re tired after working for about sixteen hours with eight still to go, so you don’t really notice the look in his eyes

You give him the normal spiel—wash around the area of the stitches with soap and water not hydrogen peroxide, put vaseline over it, wrap in a non-stick bandage, the works

By the time you’re done, James is just kinda staring at you

You tack on at the end that he can always text you or drop by your apartment to make sure he’s taking care of them correctly

Sirius leaps up from his chair in the lobby when he sees James finally come out of the ER

He was lowkey super worried bc he knows James is the slightest bit squeamish around blood

But now he’s also like super confused bc James is looking at his newly bandaged hand like it had the best compliment ever written on the palm

It’s only on the car ride home that Sirius finally weasels it out of James

Apparently Liam’s mom was working in the ER and she was the one who bandaged up his hand for him after he got stitched up

And apparently, when James was complaining lightly that his palm still hurt right as he was about to leave, she brushed a light kiss against his palm and whispered something to him about how kisses make everything better

Sirius practically has to pick his jaw up off the floor as he and James walked into the latter’s apartment, where Remus had apparently finished their rather bloody attempt at guacamole

And then of course he made James explain what happened to Remus, who just laughs and shakes his head

James’ only regret is that he was too stunned to do anything except wave goodbye as you left

Next Part: Kindergarten Graduation

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