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are you ready?

SIRIUS BLACK X FEM!READER

“Sex without love is as hollow and ridiculous as love without sex.” ― Hunter S. Thompson

warning: NSFW. Minors do not engage. This is a story about two consenting adults with a pre-established relationship built on trust. Please remember to wrap it before you tap it.

notes: lol so i just finished exam which is why this is late. this is part of a 800 follower celebration. so don't forget to engage with the smut post that you like best!!

The room is dark. It is some sort of dungeon, lit solely by a line of torches on my right-hand side. I can’t even see the far wall.

My body shivered, and at that moment I realized I was naked. It’s cold, but not uncomfortably so. The torches radiate, casting faint waves of heat and light onto my exposed skin.

“Hello?”

I called out but received no response. I started to worry. There was nothing around. What was happening? But that was when I saw him. He walked toward me, slowly, faintly illuminated in the dark. The slow taps of his footsteps were the only thing I could hear. He got closer, and closer, and closer, until we were almost touching.

He put his hand on my side, sending a shiver racing up my spine. He moved his head close, as if to kiss me, but then paused right before finishing the job. He looked at me with that awful, sarcastic smile. The one that has bothered me all year. And then, he asked me a question. Gently, but playfully, Sirius asked:

“Are you ready?”

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“Y/N?”

“Y/N!!!”

The voice of my best friend Rachel jolts me awake.

“Huh?” I sigh groggily as I return to the land of the living. “What’s up?”

“Class is over sleepyhead! I know how much you hate History of Magic, but you’ll never pass your exams like that!”

“You’re right, you’re right. Wow, I can’t believe I fell asleep again!” And she is right. My work has been going steadily downhill these last few months. I can’t sleep at night, and I keep forgetting to eat. And those dreams certainly don’t help. Those dreams… they mean nothing, of course. Sirius is a prick. So arrogant, so vain, so… confusing…

“Hello? Did I lose you again?”

“Sorry, sorry.” You focus on Rachel. “You know I haven’t been sleeping well. I guess I’m just a little out of it today.”

“I can’t believe you, girl. You gotta get your head in the game! Now listen, are you coming down to my place this summer? We have Quidditch tickets, it’s gonna be so much fun!”

“Oh yeah, sure! I don’t think my parents will mind.”

We continued our conversation as we moved to our last class of the day: flying. The one I’ve dreaded going to for weeks.

We arrived at a commotion. “There he goes again,” Rachel sighed.

Of course, it’s James. He’s a natural on the broom and takes every opportunity to show it. Right now he’s doing some stupid stunt to get someone’s attention, probably Lily’s. I don’t have any problems with him, but what I do have a problem with is who he hangs out with.

At that instant, my gaze finds him. Off to the sides, cheering James on with all he’s got. Sirius Black. He’s jumping up and down, yelling, clearly very happy with whatever James is up to. He tries to get up on his broom too, but Remus grabs him and holds him down. As they are fighting for the broom, he turns this way. Our eyes meet, and he smiles.

I quickly turn my head back to face Rachel, a blush spreading across my cheeks. That smile. I can’t stand that smile. I hope he doesn’t think I was watching him. I only saw him at all because of what James was doing. Really, he’s the farthest thing from my mi…

“Hey girls.” My thoughts are interrupted by a voice right in front of me. I look up, and I see Sirius, with Remus tagging close behind. “Enjoying the show?” He laughs with that trademark grin.

“As if,” I retort. “You guys are such idiots. James is gonna get himself killed someday, and it’s gonna be your fault.”

“Come on, Y/N! You gotta learn to have some fun.” Sirius smirks and you feel the confusing mix of emotions bubble up once again.

“I love fun! I just have responsibilities and things I care about that have to take priority! Come on Remus, back me up!”

Remus shrugs sheepishly. “Hey, don’t look at me. I’m outnumbered.”

Sirius chuckles. “Guess the fun continues.”

“ARRGH!” I exclaim in frustration. “You are so infuriating sometimes.”

“Maybe,” Sirius replies. “Or maybe, I just need to show you how to loosen up.”

Before his words can get my mind racing, I hear a whistle. The professor has arrived, and she looks frustrated.

Sirius sighs. “Looks like the fun is over for now. Guess we should get to work and all that.” He turns back to me, and with a hint of mischief in his eyes, he asks me a question.

“Are you ready?”

At that moment, I lost all of my composure. I turn around and dash away before anyone can say anything. As I run, I can hear Rachel yelling after me. I don’t care. I need to get out of there. I’ve heard those words before, so many times.

Every.

Single.

Night.

I run, and run, and don’t stop. I have no idea where I’m going, and it doesn’t even matter. I just need to get away.

Eventually, I find an empty staircase. I collapse at its base, exhausted. My mind is spiraling, my thoughts are playing tug-of-war. I can barely think. At that moment, I feel a hand on my shoulder.

“Hey, are you okay?”

It’s Sirius. But something’s different. The usual sarcasm is gone, replaced with something I don’t recognize. It’s almost as if he’s genuinely concerned. Usually, this question would annoy me, but for some reason, his presence helps me relax.

“I’m fine, just needed some air.”

And as quick as it had gone his smirk returned. “Good, good. Just making sure all that fun earlier wasn’t too much for you.”

“You are so annoying,” I snap back with a slight grin. “I don’t know what you think of me, but I’m stronger than you’d expect.”

He sits down next to me. “I don’t know, I still think you could do to loosen up.”

I groan. “Oh, and I suppose you and your friends can help with that?”

“I don’t know about those guys, but I have a few ideas.” He pauses, as if thinking of something. Then he grins. “You know what? You’re already skipping class. Come with me.”

Without giving me any time to wait, he starts walking. My legs move on their own. It’s not like I want to follow him, but I can’t deny I’m curious as to what he’s up to. We pass through corridor after corridor, hallway after hallway, walking through Hogwarts’ endless sea of passages. Eventually, we reach a statue of an old hag with one eye.

“Dissendium,” Sirius whispers, and the statue moves aside. “What in the world?” I mutter as we walk into the newly-opened room.

“You like this?” Sirius chuckles. “This path leads all the way to Hogsmeade. Only a few students know about it, plus probably some of the teachers.”

“It’s incredible!” It truly was. After so many years here, I thought I had seen all that Hogwarts had to offer. It was enough to distract me from who I was here with.

“Well, then it can be our little secret.” Sirius pauses as we round the corner into a wider room. “Hey, Y/N…?”

I’m so engrossed in my surroundings that I didn’t notice Sirius had stopped walking. We were now mere inches apart.

“Uh, what’s up?”

The smile appears once again. “You were watching me in class today, weren’t you? In fact, I feel like I see you watching me a lot.”

The blood rushes to my cheeks. It is at this moment I realize how close we are, and that our surroundings are eerily similar to the ones from my dreams. I stutter out a response.

“W-well I don’t remember that! If anything you were just distracting me, you’re always so loud and annoying! It’s always so hard to concentrate-”

He puts a finger to my lips, quieting me. His smile grows wider. “I thought so. What were we talking about earlier? Loosening up? I say we get back to that idea.”

I’m shaking, I can feel goosebumps across my arms and legs. “W-what do you mean?” I barely have the time to get the words out before he whips out his wand.

“Evanesco! Incarcerous!”

With the first cast, my clothes disappear. Before I even have time to react, I fly against the wall, bound by ropes. I am suspended in the air, arms and legs apart, completely exposed to the elements. I can barely make a sound as I wait with bated breath for him to approach.

He tilts his head to the left and looks me in the eyes. “Cat got your tongue?”

I still can’t speak. He gets closer and closer. My mind is so confused, torn by the conflicting feelings brought about by the man in front of me. As he reaches me, he says three simple words. Three words that I have been unknowingly waiting so long to hear.

“Are you ready?”

Those words focus my thoughts. They calm the storm inside me enough to utter a response:

“Yes.”

With that, he smiles even wider. He leans in and kisses me. It starts slowly but quickly becomes passionate. His tongue explores my mouth as I give in to the sensations. I have very little experience, but he doesn’t seem to mind. My lips are on fire, and my entire body starts tingling. I’ve never felt like this before. All previous worries start fading away into our embrace.

He continues with vigor until after some time he breaks away. He gives me no time to rest, as his lips start attacking the rest of my body. He starts with my cheeks, then moves down to my neck. I let out a moan as he sucks on my eager skin. I try to hold it in, but the sound of my pleasure gives him even more determination. He moves down to my breasts, kissing and sucking on one while his right hand plays with the other. He kneads my soft flesh while continuing to explore with his lips. His fingers dance around, causing shivers to run across my entire body. He lightly pinches my nipple, sending surges of ecstasy across me.

“I’ve never felt like this before,” I say softly while he continues his pursuits.

He leans back, looking me in the eyes. That smile, so different from how it was before. “Are you ready?” he asks. This time, I am ready. I want him. I need him.

“Yes.”

Without a second’s pause, he dives down to my lower lips. I was already so wet from his teasing, I couldn’t bear to remain silent any longer.

“Oh Merlin, yes!” I let out a cry as he continues to devour me. He moves back and forth, making sure to pay attention to every last part of me. His tongue darts around, focusing especially on my clit. It’s a sensation I’ve never experienced before, and I never want it to end. I can feel an orgasm building as he licks and sucks my dripping pussy. Finally, as his tongue lashes deep inside of me, I cross the edge. The climax is so intense, if I wasn’t tied up I would have collapsed to the ground. Shockwaves emanate throughout my entire body, waves of pleasure that just don’t stop.

As I begin to come down off the high, Sirius laughs. “I hope you’re ready, because we’re not done yet.”

Before I have the chance to say anything, he traps me in a kiss and starts rubbing my clit with his fingers. After a few seconds, he plunges a finger deep inside of me. I gasp into his mouth, but he gives me no time to react. He inserts a second finger and starts moving.

The thrusts of his fingers rock my aching hole, sending more and more energy coursing through me. He then inserts a third finger, and with his other hand begins squeezing my breasts once again. My lips, my breasts, my pussy. Everything is on fire as the motions get more and more intense.

He starts pounding me with one hand while grasping deep clumps of flesh with the other. I can’t take it anymore. With one last thrust of his fingers, I climax once again. I go limp in his arms as he separates himself from me.

“I’ll give you a moment,” he jokes, as he casts off his own clothing. It’s almost elegant, as if he’d done it a thousand times before. I can’t admire his spellwork, however, because my attention is drawn elsewhere.

I can see his cock, illuminated under the torchlight. It’s large, so much bigger than I expected. It’s hard, throbbing, and violent. It scares me, and yet fills me with lust. I want it. I NEED it.

He walks up to me, lean yet muscular, his body in full display. He grabs my sides, once again triggering my deepest desires. He then says the words again:

“Are you ready?”

This time, I say it with confidence and desire.

“Yes.”

He grins. “There you go, finally loosening up. You’re such a good girl.”

I love the idea of being his good girl. I want him so bad, I can barely take it.

“Please,” I panted. “Fuck me.”

With that, he forces himself deep into my folds, his thick member poking against my deepest parts. He pauses for a second, to make sure I’m comfortable, before he starts his barrage at my insides. He goes in and out as I moan and beg for more. His pulsating shaft makes quick, fast thrusts, each one seemingly reaching deeper and deeper.

“You feel so good,” he says, and as he does I tighten around him. His words make me so horny. I just want more of him.

He continues his assault with his huge rod as I give myself up to the pleasure. I become a mess of feelings and emotions, no longer myself but a slave to the bliss.

“Oh, yes!” I exclaim. “Please, I need more. Deeper, faster! It feels so good!”

He does nothing but grunt as he obliges my request, increasing his already fast thrusting to an impossibly quick tempo. Each lunge fills me with heat, building upon the pleasure that just keeps growing. My mind is empty, all I can think about is his cock. As he keeps going, I get closer and closer to another orgasm. I can’t take it anymore.

With one last thrust, I have my most powerful climax yet. As I contract around his shaft, he finishes too, pumping large amounts of his seed inside of me. As he steps back, I lay limp, still tied up on the wall. Only now with my sweat mixed with his and his cum dripping down my legs.

With a quick spell, he cleans us both up, even getting all of his semen that had gotten in me. Once again, his spellwork impresses me even in my post-coital stupor.

“Oh, I should probably let you down,” he says with a smirk. As he removes the ropes and returns my clothes, I sink to the floor with a sigh, legs quivering, realizing I won’t be able to stand for a week.

As I pant on the ground, sweaty and tired, Sirius walks over and gives me a surprisingly gentle kiss on the forehead.

“See you tomorrow, Y/N,” he says as the smirk returns one last time. “Hope that helped you loosen up a bit. We should do it again sometime.”

With that, he apparates away. As I catch my breath, I realize I have no idea how to get back to my bed.

“What an asshole,” I chuckle as I start my trip back. After about an hour of mindless wandering, I’m able to find the common room. As I get back into bed, I know I’m going to sleep well that night. Maybe Sirius was right, and I did need to loosen up. And maybe, I’ll have to talk to him tomorrow. I mean, he might have some more to teach me. I’m always happy to learn new things. It can’t hurt to ask. Yeah. Good plan. Tomorrow…

Fin.

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easy to love, easy to stay

SIRIUS BLACK X FEM!READER

“Sex without love is as hollow and ridiculous as love without sex.” ― Hunter S. Thompson

warning: NSFW. Minors do not engage. This is a story about two consenting adults with a pre-established relationship built on trust. Please remember to wrap it before you tap it.

notes: lol so i just finished exam which is why this is late. this is part of a 800 follower celebration. so don't forget to engage with the smut post that you like best!!

The thing about bad days is that they come and go without warning. One day, being loved by someone makes sense and is deserved. The next, it's some cruel joke. You despised these days when everyone caring for you— wanting you around — made your mind cascade with doubt. You were forced to watch yourself question others' love and push them away in the moments it doesn't make sense. All the love in the world, and when these days come, you can only hope you can recognize it as genuine.

"You're quiet tonight, darling," Sirius said, his voice cutting through the fog and drawing you away from your thoughts. "Is it The Order that's on your mind? Don't worry, love; I see happiness ahead."

"Do you not see it in our present?" The question was forced out of you, breaking your heart at the thought of him saying no. "Can I do anything to make you happy? Can I be better?"

Sirius's eyes widened, and he pushed himself out of his chair and to your side. "My love, no one else has a laugh that fills me with happiness and floods me with love. You're enough for me in every sense of your being. Why would I ever not be happy alongside you?"

"Hard to love, easy to leave," You laughed half-heartedly, a tear falling from your cheek as you berated yourself for questioning Sirius.

"Stop it, y/n, and listen to me. Easy to love, easy to stay," Sirius whispered, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of your chair. "Let me show you how much I care for you. Let me remind you how divine you are."

Sirius did everything recklessly and passionately; his lips dancing and teasing your body was no different. His lips were soft as they moved from your neck to your ear, gently nipping and sucking the earlobe.

"Divine. Wonderful. Heavenly," Sirius whispered, turning you around to face him and freckling kisses on your cheeks. "Easy to love, easy to stay."

"Sirius, I —." The words eluded you as Sirius's hands moved down your sides, his thumb brushing your hipbone. Delicate movements cleared your thoughts and replaced them with wants.

"Shush, be a good girl for me, and let me give you what you deserve." His words were commanding and loving, causing heat to pool between your legs and whimper to escape your lips. "Sweet sounds from such a sweet girl."

Sirius kissed you gently; one hand placed on your cheek while the other tickled circles on your waist. You tugged gently at his hair, begging him to honor his promise. As if he knew a warmth stirred in you, his kissing became more feverish and urgent.

His hands moved to scoop you up, pulling you tighter against him as your legs straddled him instinctively. He moved back to the nook of your neck as he brought you under the dim kitchen lightening. The warmth the two of you radiated was cooled by the granite countertop.

"Puppy, I will ravage you and relish in your radiance." Sirius slipped off your panties and shorts, kissing you as he moved down your body to your thighs. He ran his tongue from your bikini line to your inner thigh, teasing you with delicate circles and heated breaths. "Any last words before I ruin you?"

Sirius didn't give you a chance to answer, his head moving against the warmth between your legs. His tongue flicked between your core and clit; you could tell he was excited to be buried against you. The more excited Sirius got, the less precise he became. However, what Sirius lacked in precision, he made up in enthusiasm. His tongue lapped you up, causing shivers to course through your body. When his nose bumped your clit every so gently, your body involuntarily pulled him deeper and closer.

"Puppy," Sirius moaned against you, his pet name vibrating through the skin and straight to where your intense want lay. "I'm craving dessert."

With those words, Sirius's intent became clear. His actions were fueled by his desire to taste— to lick you clean. His tongue circled around your clit, and his hands held your hips still as you bucked toward him. His actions were enough for anyone to cum, and his eye contact was enough to want him again...and again.

"God, Sirius," the words leaving your mouth as the tension was undone. It was good, he was great, but you wanted more.

"I am heavenly, aren't I?" Sirius was grinning like he had won a prize. His lips were slick, and his tongue was lapping up the wet on the side of your legs. "Can I show you how heavenly you are?"

Before you could answer, Sirius pulled you off the counter and dipped you into a deep kiss. You could smell yourself on him as one hand held your back and the other pawed at your butt.

"Aren't you going to let me thank you?" You asked softly, pulling away from him and flashing him puppy-dog eyes.

"No, tonight is about you, puppy," Sirius whispered, nipping at your ear and leading you towards the bedroom.

"But-"

"Shush, I only want to hear incoherant praise from you." Sirius pulled you in by the waist and spun you around. His upper body strength gave him the advantage, allowing him to press you against the mattress.

"Okay," you whispered, eyes fluttering closed as he sucked on your neck.

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. I said incoherant." Sirius let out a soft chuckle before dipping his hands between your legs and rubbing gently. "I want you completely fucked, puppy. I want your eyes rolling, hips bucking, and you painting the bedsheet with the smell of pleasure."

"Yes-s, Sir." Your body reacted to Sirius readily, practically forcing yourself onto him as he moved his hands against the most sensitive places. He bit, pulled, marked, and licked every part of your skin.

So lost in the haze of Sirius playing with you so gently, you hadn't noticed the increasing amount of clothes strewn around the bedroom. You weren't even aware of your position on the bed.

"Puppy, look up." Sirius had turned the two of you around, so that you were on your stomach and looking at yourself in the mirror. "I'm going to fuck you from behind, and you're watching. I want you to see what I see; your sexiness, beauty, and the parts of you making it hard to control myself."

You didn't even have a moment to respond as Sirius lifted your hips and rubbed himself against you. Even doing something you'd never done before, Sirius was familar. He started to tease your body, causing it to open and ache for him. It wasn't until you were nearly on the edge of anticipation that he stopped.

"Puppy, if you want. You have to watch." Your eyes made contact with Sirius's in the mirror, silently begging him to satisfy the urge he brought out in you. "No. Watch yourself."

Your eyes moved down the mirror until you made eye contact with a sultry version of yourself. A small wave of confidence rushed over you, and you backed yourself into him. Satisfying yourself some, enjoing the amused looked on Sirius's face.

"Don't be a bad girl," Sirius warned, increasing the pace quicker than you expected. "You have such a clean record. I wouldn't want you to ruin it now."

"Then ruin me. And Sir, do it to my liking." The words were enough to bring something feral out of Sirius. Instead of tender strokes, he rocked against you and pulled back your hair.

"Watch me ruin you puppy. Watch yourself come undone as I make you mine. I want you seeing what I see every night that I press myself into you."

"Sirius," you moaned, pushing against his rhytmn. The more out of sync, the more intense it felt as he hit your g-spot.

"Beg, puppy, and I'll happily give."

"Please."

"More."

"Please."

"More, Puppy."

"Please, Sirius, fuck me until I'm yours." With those words, his movements intensified, and his thumb pressed against your clit with more pressure. The intensity was enough to send you over the edge. Your knees were feeble, and your voice strained as you screamed for him.

"I've got you, puppy. Hush, I've got you." Sirius held you by the waist and continued a few more seconds, finishing himself.

"Sirius," your voice was weak as you reached out to him, wanting the cool air from his pulling out to cease.

"Puppy, you did such a good job for me," Sirius cooed, scooping you into his arm and carrying you into the bathroom. "And, puppy?"

"Yes?"

"You're always mine, and you always will mine. I don't need to fuck you for that to be the case— that's just a bonus of being each others." With that Sirius, kissed you softly and drew a bath for you two.

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holyhead-hufflepuff · 1 year

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still mourning the black out of the woods jumpsuit taylor only wore once in germany

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glad we’re all mutually living through tumblr blog posts about taylor swift’s eras tours

#graciegabs #taylor swift #the eras tour #pls i want to go

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In my Eras era. 💅

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800 followers celebration

Hello! Sooooo, I'm on spring break and I want to finally do something special since 800 wonderful people have now followed me! I will be having a fun competition between me and a friend (who is convinced they can write better than me). It'll be later this month and I'll post two sirius black x reader smut fanfics you guys can interact with. The one with the most notes will win. Afterward, I'll put out a poll and the winner will post a fluff or angst post for a character you guys vote for!

I want to clarify a bit about this competition before it starts, however. Most importantly, I am not a smut writer so I know that I have a lot of followers who might not be interested in that category of fanfiction. I also know that I may have some underage followers who won't be about to interact with NSFW fanfictions. Due to this, the poll at the end of the competition will be open to anyone and it will not be an NSFW piece. Secondly, both my friend and I are college students so I haven't perfected the timeline. Please be patient with us (especially my friend and they've never written fanfiction before)!

oh and p.s. I apologize in advance for my fanfic... I've been doing research, but let's be honest, fluff is my sweet spot

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holyhead-hufflepuff · 1 year

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JAMES POTTER X READER

“All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s (or thing’s) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time’s relentless melt.” ― Susan Sontag

notes: happy belated valentine's day!

"Did you know that going to school year-round makes your brain rot and causes your soul to catch necrotizing fasciitis?" James asked, his hands in his pockets as he walked alongside y/n. "I read it in the muggle magazine your mum left out on the kitchen counter."

Y/N rolled their eyes. They were the co-creator of Remus's theory that James was just charming enough to get away with being annoying eighty percent of the time and still be liked. Unfortunately, their hypothesis was actively being proven.

"Such a big word for such a small brain," Y/N mused aloud, nudging James to hurry up. "Ignoring your inability to read medical journals, I would like to argue that photography assignments shouldn't count as schoolwork."

"Do you get graded?"

"Er, well, yes, I s'ppose I do."

"Well, then it counts." James smiled proudly, his hands settling on his waist and a triumphant grim mocking y/n.

"Deflate your ego, pretty boy; you'll sink the boat," Y/N deadpanned, stepping into the small rowboat.

"So you think I'm pretty?" James asked, his eyes bright with amusement and glaringly radiant with the water reflecting off them. "You should know I prefer handsome, awe-inspiring, beautiful, or even godlike. For next time, of course."

"I can swim, James. I will flip this boat and leave you drowning," Y/N threatened, jokingly rocking the small vessel back and forth. As much as James was irritating, Y/N would never. They couldn't help but form a fondness for Hogwart's golden boy.

The two had an odd dynamic — both of them knew it. Although James was Gryffindor's golden boy, he wasn't enchanted by school in the way y/n was. Y/N had a past of getting into trouble in muggle primary school, and they weren't enchanted with mischief in the way James was. And yet, they were both quite enchanted with each other.

"This far enough out?" James hummed after a bout of silence, his eyes darting around and looking for something stimulating.

"Yes, I suppose." Y/N pulled out their camera, messing with the shutter speed ring and aperture as James began to narrate the Appleby Arrows' quidditch game.

"-And then, Fawkes dove for the quidditch — like a dunce, might I add — and ran into his teammate. HIS TEAMMATE WHO HAD THE QUAFFLE. No respect for chasers at any level of quidditch, I swear. If I were Fawkes, I would-"

Y/N cracked a smile, watching him talk animatedly through the viewfinder. The assignment was on the beauty of water and knowing how to accurately capture the fluid movement of waves, ripples, and reflection. However, James had a point. Sometimes there was such a thing as too much schoolwork. So, instead of focusing in on the way water flowed around the boat's wood, they focused in on James Potter.

He was easy to capture, despite the way he bled light the way the sun exuded heat. His eyes were concentrated towards the shoreline, his hair was curly from the heat and humidity, and his skin was darkened by the sun. He was nervous about being out on the lake. It was evident through the viewfinder and his shaking leg. Y/N dropped the camera after a few shots, placing their hand on his leg.

"Do you want to go back? I know deep waters make you nervous." Y/N was soft and gentle, and James felt the warmth of their words soothe his nerves.

"No, it's okay. Just, uh, show me how to take a photo with the camera." James reached over, his hand brushing over y/n's as he swept their Zorki away.

"Well, I messed with the settings enough that it should be fine," Y/N started, nervously patting their hair down. "Look through the tiny window-like thing in the top. That's called the viewfinder. Then use the lever there to release the shutter. Just be careful before the film release is right next to it. James, maybe I should- oh!"

James grinned at the view. He was certain the photo was horrible; his hands were shaking from nerves, he couldn't find the viewfinder, and he only knew it worked when y/n congratulated him on his first photograph. He, of course, didn't know the process to get to the photo, but he was sure it wouldn't produce much. Nonetheless, he knew that a moment of some kind had been captured, and that was enough for him.

"Do you think that it will go up in museums?" James joked, pulling the camera up to his face to take another.

"Oh, yes, and you'll have to credit me. I plan on a 50/50 payout," Y/N laughed, playing along with the boy.

"You'll have to talk to my manager, Sirius Black. You may have heard of him. He is kind of a big world in the art world— Did you know he once peed on a public statue?"

"Unfortunately, I was there for his performative art piece," Y/N deadpanned, shaking their head at James fondly. "Come on, let's head back."

James was right. The photo was god-awful when it got developed; it was at an intense angle, y/n was blurry, and there was a watermark on the lens. The photograph was also loved and well-traveled. It traveled from the darkroom to Hogwarts to James and Y/N's first apartment.

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hi everyone! I just wanted to thank you for the kindness and support since I started this account! recently, I reached 800 followers. Sometimes I take days or months to post something, but I always some back to my second-home!! lots of love, gracie ❤️

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the great war

DRACO MALFOY X READER

"My hand was the one you reached for All throughout the Great War" - Taylor Swift

notes: this was an anon request for a third-person draco malfoy fic so enjoy!!

"HE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED RETURNS." The headline forced witches and wizards everywhere to prepare for the inescapable; they had to make a choice. Muggleborns huddled in the corners of the wizarding world, hands shaking and voices hushed. They had to choose between the fight for their lives or the flight that'll cost them everything. Half-bloods everywhere sat in the kitchen as lights everywhere dimmed and debated their options; fight alongside a child, fight alongside evil, or turn the other cheek. Many closed their eyes in shame at the thought of choosing the latter. Could they turn their cheeks and wipe away the blood— the remorse of playing an 'innocent onlooker?'

Then, some read the headline without internal conflict brewing in their hearts. Harry Potter knew his place; his fate was sealed by a prophecy, and he would carry the weight on his shoulders until the end. Ron Weasley was raised to know this was wrong; his loyalty to Harry, Hermione, and the cause would push him to see it through. Hermione Granger knew what would come of the world if she ran; her identity and belonging to both worlds would give her the courage to finish it.

Then there was Draco Malfoy.

Draco Malfoy knew his place. His fate was sealed by a mark on his parents' arms. He was raised to know that you believe what's wrong if you want to survive. He only had one identity. He was a Malfoy.

Death Eaters, his followers, had been conditioned and told to believe in Voldemort's return. Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Y/N Y/L/N, and many others saw the headline and knew what it meant. This was the start of the war they were told to be prepared for. This was the cause that they would lay down their lives for. There was no choice; this was what they were raised for.

"Sometimes, when I lay in your arms, I imagine that we're entirely different people — that we won't have to turn into people we hate whenever he calls." It was a bold statement to say aloud, especially within Hogwart's walls, but y/n could feel that this was the last night. Y/N could feel the burn of their mark intensifying, the tension becoming palpable, and the guilt creeping into their soul.

Draco was quiet, his arms tightening around y/n as their breathing quickened as more time sat between their thoughts and Draco's response.

"I get it," Draco breathed out, breaking the silence and allowing himself to say what he'd been thinking for years. "I used to pretend I was someone else occasionally when I was a child. It's been more frequent since I got the mark. I'll lay awake while you sleep beside me and wonder how I'll beg for forgiveness from our future grandchildren."

"Before they villainize us in textbooks, will they ask why we did it? Will they ask themselves why children were even used in the first place?"

"No, but I ask myself that a lot."

"Do you feel this is the last night we'll have, too?"

"Yes."

"I-I sometimes think that I can't go through with it." Y/N's voice shook as the words tumbled out, ugly and exposing the worst thought imaginable. To their family and to Voldemort, this was a thought of treason. To Draco, this was a thought of unbelievable bravery and stupidity.

Draco pulled away from y/n, his face cold and unreadable. "Stop it. You can't say things like that — not here and not to me."

"Why am I ready to die for a cause that I doubt? Why are you willing? I look at Potter and his little band of misfits whose chances are slim to none, and I wonder how their faith in the cause carries them through. They are laying their lives down for something they believe in, and we're-"

"We're keeping ourselves and our families alive, y/n. My mum and dad are one more mistake away from losing their lives, and I refuse to be that mistake."

"I know our circumstances are different, but I can't help but wonder if my parents wished they had made another choice. I look my dad in the eye and see fear. I don't see loyalty to the cause, and honestly, I don't see loyalty to-"

"I call my you, my followers, and every dark creature that has pledged their loyalty to me. I call you to begin the attack against Hogwarts."

The pain of their marks blinded them; for a moment, the two moved as one. They moved away from each other and towards their wands — in complete unison and with total devotion. The moment lasted less than a minute. Draco was propelled by his family, but y/n was hindered by hesitation.

"I have to go, but we will see each other again. This is the last night before everything changes but not our last night together." Draco grabbed his mother's wand and looked back at y/n momentarily. "I love you."

"I love you, but I'm sorry. I can't do this — Draco, I'm going to fight, but not alongside you." The words hung in the air; Draco and y/n were frozen in time as they shared a bittersweet look.

"I love you," Draco repeated, his eyes glassy. Y/N would have thought it was a parting gift or goodbye, except for the genuine smile. "We will see each other again, and I will tell our grandchildren about how brave you were in this moment."

With that, a sign of hope, Draco apparated. He wasn't sure if he could choose to be as defiant and brave, but for the first time in a long time, he felt rebellion fluttering in his heart.

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