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runningfrom2am · 4 months

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the wedding // LTPF

summary: the wedding of the year, i can see it now.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

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tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. she's a bridezilla for REAL and i wish i included more of that energy, protective!coryo, idk people are drinking alcohol? (its a wedding, so duh), also TW for Livia and r's dad just existing p much.

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Everything was perfect. Absolutely everything you had dreamt of your whole life when it came to your wedding. Coryo had told you money was no object, and therefore, you spared no expense. You had a strong theory that your father was being sent every last bill, since you knew neither of you had anything more than what the Plinth's were providing for school, but that was the farthest thing from your problem. It was the least your father could do.

The hardest part of the whole thing, even before deciding who would give you away without your father, was deciding on your maid of honour. You didn't have many good friends, or friends at all, outside of your new husband. At one point, you wondered if had things gone differently, would you have chosen Lucy Gray?

Clemensia Dovecote was a fine enough choice. "Let me just say," Her speech began, hitting the side of her overfilled wine glass with a fork. "I have called this wedding for years, and no one believed me." She shot a smile over to you at the head table. "For anyone who doesn't know me, I'm Clemensia. Y/N's Maid of Honour." She had just thrived on the title since you offered it to her which, while annoying, was good because she took her position very seriously. She was the perfect choice- she looked nice, presentable in a dress you had picked out, but the colour clashed with the yellow in the whites of her eyes and the few scales that were yet to fall off after the snake bite. She looked fine, but she also made you look better. "But like I said, I knew this would happen."

She was drunk, repeating things in a way that made you cringe internally but nevertheless, you had to watch. The lights spread across the large backyard of the Plinth's mansion lit up the night beautifully, bouncing off every white and red rose you had spread about. You were very grateful to them for allowing you to host the reception there. They had done a lot for you in the last year since you returned from Twelve.

Mrs. Plinth was very involved with planning the wedding- she loved the winter wedding and leaning into it as a theme. It worked out nicely because it gave her something to think about other than the death of her only child, and she was a tremendous help and support to you. You were truly grateful, but this day was hard on them without Sejanus there. She had mentioned on more than one occasion that Sejanus would have been the best man, and you only slightly doubted that. You wouldn't want it to be anyone else- but Coryo would have had different thoughts, you're sure.

"How much longer will this go on for?" Your now husband whispers in your ear, fake smile on his face as he also has to listen to Clem's rambling.

"I really don't know." You reply with the same fake smile, knowing that eyes were on you just as much as her.

"Some choice for a maid of honour." He chuckles.

You roll your eyes, a playful smile on your lips. "Oh, well, I would have gone with Arachne Crane but, you know..."

"Fair enough." He mumbles, sitting back in his seat. "Are you really the only woman in the Capitol who isn't insufferably annoying? You should have been your own maid of honour."

"Well it was her or Tigris, and Tigris is prettier than me so she wasn't really an option." You hum, grabbing his hand under the table as you keep your eyes focussed on Clemensia, not paying attention to a word she says.

Coryo laughs. "Tigris is not prettier than you."

"She's your cousin, your opinion is invalid." You shrug it off.

"Doesn't change the fact that I'm right." He argues, squeezing your hand.

You don't reply, and you let his hand go to clap once Clem is finally finished. You had already eaten, so now it was supposed to be the "fun part", as Clemensia so aptly put it in her speech. You found it rude, yes, but it wasn't a big deal and after tonight you wouldn't have to see her again for a while.

It was brisk out, being a winter wedding you should have expected that, but you still had another dress to change into so you excuse yourself from the table, kissing your husband goodbye as he gets up as well.

You hadn't allowed him to see any of your dresses, and this would be your third one today alone. He loved every one, and did not expect to be disappointed by the next. Or the one after that.

"Hey, congrats, Coriolanus." He tears his gaze away from your retreating figure to whoever was talking to him.

"Thank you, Hilarius." He nods, smiling politely at him and reaching out to shake his hand.

"I saw this one coming miles away." His classmate laughs. "You remember that though, right?"

"When you said that if I wasn't going to go after her you would?" Coryo asks, eyebrow raised. "I do remember that. It makes me wonder who let you in..." It's meant as a joke as he makes a point of looking past him toward the security they have at the entrance.

He furrows his brow when his eyes catch on your father standing there, arguing with one of the security guards, his wife by his side.

"If you would excuse me..." He says, walking toward them before Hilarius could even respond.

"Ugh, I know. Why did you even invite her, Y/N/N?" Clemensia complains as Tigris helps you step out of your gown.

"Who?" You ask, unsure what she was even talking about.

"Livia." She states, yet another glass of red wine in her hand.

"Oh, I kind of had to. Connections and all that." You shrug. You weren't Livia's biggest fan, she had a "greater than thou" attitude that drove you up the wall, but who in this city didn't?

"Ah, yes. Of course." She hums. "She had a lot of audacity to show up in that dress though..."

Your head whips around to look at her. "What dress?"

"You haven't seen her?" She gasps. "I thought you saw her! It's this white-based floral, really questionable for someone else's wedding. Looks like a tablecloth." She accentuates the statement with a sip from her glass.

Your jaw ticks and you look toward the door, already seeing red.

"Hey, Y/N, it's okay." Tigris rests her hands on your shoulders, prompting you to look at her. "We'll tell security, they can escort her out if that's what you want."

You take a breath, forcing a smile on your face. "Let's not bother them. I'll just go chat with her." You smile, stepping out of the dress in bare feet, quickly grabbing Clemensia's overfilled wine glass from her hand on your way out the door.

"Y/N, Wait! Don't!" Tigris calls after you, well aware of your notorious temper by now, but you don't listen.

You're in your white slip when you storm back out to the reception area through the back patio, immediately and quickly scanning the crowd for the guest in question. You know you have seconds before Tigris likely tries to stop you, but you know Clemensia won't. Then, you see her.

You're seething already. That's practically a wedding dress on its own. You would kill her.

You stomp across the ground, tunnel vision locked on her as she raises her glass to her lips, laughing, and talking with other guests, completely careless to what she had done wrong. Well, she would learn today.

"Livia Cardew!" You grin, walking up to her. "I don't recall sending you an invitation, but here you are!"

Immediately, she's taking in your appearance, giggling at your lack of appropriate attire and shoes. "Y/N! Congratulations." She says, eyes finally locking with yours again.

"May I have a word?" You ask, already grabbing her arm and pulling her away.

"Is there a problem here?" Coriolanus asks, addressing only his security as your father stands there, red-faced with anger.

"Yeah, they've got no invite." He nods, showing Coryo the list in his hands which he quickly pretends to look over.

"Oh! Sorry, yes. There you are..." He says, pointing down at the bottom and your father visibly relaxes. "Under the title there that says 'not welcome under any circumstances'... Well then." He looks at your father now for the first time, tilting his head at him.

"No, this is my daughter's wedding and we will be let in!" He demands, raising his voice.

Coryo clicks his tongue, slightly shaking his head. "No, sir, I thought we were clear on this."

"No, you said the wedding. This, if I'm not mistaken, is the reception. I made my sacrifice. Now, I'm here."

"And only about two hours late." Coryo hums uninterestedly, looking down at his watch. "Father of the year."

Your father's fuming, and it's hard for Coryo to not laugh in his face. "I paid for everything here! You can't deny us entry!"

"I can." Coryo says. "Well, actually, my apologies. Mrs. Y/L/N, you are welcome to come in, if you'd like." He smiles at her, polite demeanour flicked back on like a light switch.

Your father quickly pulls her back behind him. "It's both of us or neither of us. Go ask our daughter." He states, gripping tightly on her arm.

"Oh, no. I won't be ruining our wedding." Coryo shakes his head, firm in his decision. "I'll tell Y/N you send your love, Ma'am. Have a good night."

"No! You will let us in right now or-" Your father's tantrum is interrupted by a commotion across the yard, drawing Coryo's attention. People gasp in shock, and then he sees you, about to absolutely lay into Livia Cardew, who now has red wine all over her face and the front of her dress.

"I must be going, now." Coryo tells them, turning back to the security guard and adjusting the cuffs of his shirt to be able to roll up his sleeves. "If you don't mind, call for peacekeepers to escort him from the property. Thank you."

He doesn't have time to hear your father's angry disagreement as he walks away.

"So," You drop her arm, turning to face her. "I'm not sure if you are aware, but this isn't your wedding." You spit, gesturing to her dress. "And listen, I get it! You're jealous. That's fine, but it's extremely tacky and honestly embarrassing for you to wear a white dress to a wedding that's not yours."

Livia's lips fall open in shock, looking down at her dress before she laughs. "Y/N, come on. It really isn't that serious, you realize that, right?"

You stare at her for a moment, weighing your options. You could smash the glass over her head like you wanted to, demand that she leave immediately, or, you could 'accidentally' spill the glass on her. Before you complete the thought, you're throwing the contents of Clemensia's glass at the front of her dress, smiling as it splatters up over her face and in her hair, dripping down the front of her expensive-looking gown.

"Oops."

Livia gasps, wiping the red substance from around her eyes and flicking it off. "I thought that for one day you could be normal! God, you are vile!" She's practically screaming now.

"This is entirely your fault, you do realize that, right?" You tilt your head at her, a slight laugh under your tone. "If you wanted my husband just say that."

"I- ugh!" She groans in frustration and anger, swiping her hands over the liquid on her chest and flicking it all at you, staining the perfectly white satin of your slip. You look down at it, and then back at her. You were about to go through the roof.

The amount of people watching in the immediate vicinity is the only thing keeping you from grabbing her hair and shoving her head into the dirt. You decide to scream instead.

It turns into more of a wail, pumping angry tears into fake sad ones. Coryo is there in a second. "Darling, what's happened?" He asks, horrified as he looks between the two of you, grabbing your shoulders.

"I-" You sniff, pointing to the girl in front of you. "I just came to offer her something to change into because that is out of dress code and I tripped and-" You hiccup as he's rubbing up and down your bare arms. "It was an accident, and then she... It was just an accident! Now my dress is ruined and, and-"

He turns his gaze to Livia who just looks pissed while you ramble on about having had a little too much to drink, that was all. He's sure that's not what happened, he knows his wife better than that, but this show was not for him. He looks her up and down, visibly disgusted by her choice of dress. It honestly looks better now.

"Coriolanus that's not-" She chuckles with the shock of the accusation, shaking her head as she pleads with him.

"It's time for you to go." He tells her, looking toward a member of security who's not busy with your father, quickly waving him over.

Livia looks at the approaching security man in shock. "I didn't do anything!"

"That dress and causing a scene over it is more than enough." He states, wrapping an arm around your waist and wiping your tears from your cheeks. "Let's get you some water, Darling. It's okay..."

"It's not!" You cry, gesturing to the few small drops of wine on the front of your dress. "It's ruined! She ruined everything!"

Just as she's about to be escorted out, you make eye contact with her, offering a smug smile. She scoffs, which earns her a grab on the arm and a more forceful expulsion from the reception.

"Y/N!" Tigris is rushing across the lawn toward you, careful not to stumble in her shoes and bridesmaids' dress. "What happened?" She asks, addressing her cousin now.

"She's okay, there was just an accident with a glass of wine. We're just going to take a few minutes. I'll help her change." He explains to her.

She nods, looking worriedly down at the small stains in your dress. "I should be able to get this out, alright?" She assures you, rubbing a clean spot of the fabric between her fingers to make sure.

"Okay, thank you." You sniff, leaning into your husband's side as he guides you back up to the house.

You get inside and upstairs to what has become your dressing room and secondary bedroom over the last year. As soon as he shuts the door behind you, you can't hold your laughter back anymore. You're practically doubled over with it, and immediately Coryo understands. He chuckles, shaking his head at you.

"What a show..." He grins fondly, pulling you into a hug which you happily return.

"Oh, you liked it?" You giggle, coming down from your laughing fit.

"It was wonderful." He agrees, kissing the top of your head. "For a moment I was worried about you."

"Aw, really?" You look up at him, jutting your lip out in a pout.

"Definitely." He hums, kissing you softly. "Now come on, let's get you changed, huh?"

"Please." You nod, kissing him again before pulling back to pull your next dress from the closet. "I was supposed to wear this underneath, but now I can't." You sigh, hanging the full dress on the door before pulling the wine-stained one over your head.

"Just that will do, I suppose." Coryo mumbles, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind as you toss the slip onto the ground.

"Oh, you suppose, do you?" You chuckle, reaching up to pull the new dress from its hanger.

"Mhm." He nods, planting a kiss in the crook of your neck. "Makes my job easier later."

You laugh, blush spreading over your cheeks and flushing your chest while you unzip the back. You carefully balance as you step into the opening in the fabric, pulling it up around your waist.

"Don't rush, Darling. It will probably take you a while to recover before we can return to the party." He says, watching you adjust the skirt before you plan on zipping it up.

"Good point." You agree, but make no effort to stop until Coryo places his hand over yours.

"What should we do with all this time we have to kill, hm?" He's already leaning down to kiss over the back of your neck.

"I feel like you have an idea..." You mumble, tilting your head to adjust to his presence.

"Have I told you how much I love you?" He asks as he gently pushes the fabric back down to drop in a pool around your ankles.

"You may have mentioned it..." You turn under his palms as they land on your lower back, gently pulling you closer. "And I love you too. More than you could ever imagine, Coryo."

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iwritefandomimagines · 11 months

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SET-UP — GREG HOUSE

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pairing: greg house x f!reader

description: wilson knew house had the hots for you, because every time you visited to have lunch with your best friend he seemed to make an appearance. so, after growing increasingly fed up of just watching his two best friends pine, he decides to do something about it.

warnings: swearing, maybe a tiny bit ooc for house at some points but i got a bit of writers block at one point and couldn’t get the flow so i hope it’s ok! other than that, not much else!

author’s note: i kinda wanna write some wilson imagines after this too hehe so if you have wilson requests please let me know ! i hope you enjoy <3

“Y/N’s coming for lunch today,” Wilson hummed, pulling his lips into a thin line to prevent the smirk threatening to grace them, “Around 1:15, I believe.”

House’s head snapped up from the pile of papers in his hands, but he tried to make it look like he was just astounded by something he’d read and not pleased he may get a chance to see you today.

“And you’re telling me about your lunch date, why?”

Wilson scoffed, “Because for someone who likes to joke that I was having an affair with her, you also seem very fond of flirting with her every chance you get.”

House rolled his eyes, waving his hand in the air dismissively, “Jealous, much? If anything it’s your mistress that’s taken a liking to me, I’d say.”

He wasn’t wrong — your lunchtime visits got more and more frequent once House had started imposing himself on your lunches.

Wilson was your best friend, and since you’d only just moved back to the area after a hell of a break-up and you worked nearby, you’d made a habit of coming to grab lunch with him.

You were both so perpetually busy of late that you rarely saw each other in your free time, so your lunch meet-ups were the perfect way to stay caught up… And to ogle at his other best friend as he brooded away in the corner.

“Sure, that’s why you’re always conveniently free at lunch when she’s visiting,” Wilson replied, shaking his head at him.

House pressed his hand to his chest and feigned a gasp, “Wow, so serendipitous. Maybe we are meant to be! I’d better go and buy a ring!”

It was Wilson’s turn to roll his eyes now, knowing that House wasn’t going to budge.

And that was when his plan was concocted.

Two hours later, at just around 1:20, House ambled past the cafeteria pretending not to be scanning the room for his best friend and you.

When he turned to leave, not spotting either of you and assuming plans had change, he collided with you and your hands flew to his chest as you steadied yourself in panic.

“Oh Greg! I’m so sorry,” you flushed crimson as he chuckled, leaning on his cane but placing one hand on your waist to help steady you too, “I was about to leave because James wasn’t here still and I assumed he was still busy with a patient.”

You were well aware of how his hand lingered on your waist still, and yours was still flush against his chest as you watched each other carefully.

“Strange. He seemed very excited about lunch today and he’s never la— ah, I see what’s going on here.” House deadpanned, finally moving his hand from its spot against you.

You mirrored him, moving your own hand back to your side as it clicked in your mind too just what was going on here.

“That little shit,” you laughed, “I should’ve known.”

You took a small step back, acutely aware of how close you were and how intensely he seemed to be watching your movements.

“You don’t, uh, have to have lunch with me,” you gazed at the floor for a moment, “I’ll grab something on my way home. I’ll just text him and let him know I’m heading off.”

“No,” House stayed still, barely a hint of a smile on his face until he seemed to consciously realise that and force one, “I’m starving. Might as well. You’re a much less insufferable eating companion than Wilson usually is anyway.”

You shook your head with a laugh, “Much less insufferable. Wow, House, anyone might think you’re actually in love with me. You’re just too kind.”

His lips broke into a small smile now too, pleased that your reaction had been in jest too.

He liked that you never took his jokes the wrong way, and maybe he should admit that Wilson was right to think he had feelings for you.

But admitting them made things much more complicated, and so he was more than happy to just continue flirting with you.

On the other hand, you were more than aware of House’s past thanks to Wilson, and though you’d suspected he may reciprocate your feelings for months now, you also were unsure of whether to bring it up.

You joined the cafeteria queue in a comfortable silence, sinking into your seats opposite each other minutes later and spending a moment just watching each other carefully.

As a small smile graced his lips, you couldn’t help but begin to feel brave.

“I like it when you have lunch with us,” you grinned, taking a bite of your food to punctuate the point you were making, “James thinks I enjoy it too much. It’s no surprise he’s done this, really. Sneaky asshole.”

House stared inquisitively at you, thinking over what he wanted to say in response, “I like having lunch with you too. Much more without Wilson here, surprisingly.”

You smiled softly across at him now, an unspoken undercurrent to his words that sat firmly in your chest and made you feel warm.

“I’m glad. I think it’d be nice if— if,” okay, the bravery was waning now as he continued to watch you carefully, a twinkle in his eye, “If we got food together, like, out of here sometime.”

His eyebrows raised for a split second as though he’d not expected that from you, but he leaned forward to rest his chin on his open palm as his elbow found the tabletop, “You do, hm?”

You nodded once, only quickly, as if afraid to confirm what you’d said any more for fear of embarrassment if he declined.

“Are you asking me on a date, Y/N?” he teased, and now you just blushed crimson again and looked down at the table with a small whine, “Greg!”

He shook his head, laughing at his own teasing and taking a bite out of his sandwich as if to deliberately keep you on edge waiting.

“I think a date with you sounds good,” he shrugged, as though entirely nonchalant about it, “If nothing else it’ll get Wilson off our backs, hey?”

You heaved out a sigh, no longer feeling the warm fuzziness you had been and instead just growing irritated.

You usually liked his dry sense of humour, and his tendency to play down every emotion or make light of every situation — but now you just felt mortified.

He seemed to realise this, shaking his head again and leaning forward even more, “Sorry— no, I’d actually like to go for dinner with you, Y/N. Because I want to, and have for a while. Not because our moron of a mutual friend has been trying to set us up for an infuriatingly long time.”

You felt your stomach flip at these words, hope reigniting a fire in the pit of your stomach as he continued eating his food.

“You’re not fucking with me?”

“Not before our first date!” he joked, feigning shock before chuckling at himself and then relaxing his face, “No, I’m not fucking with you. I’d like to take you on a date. This week, maybe.”

You took out your phone, opening up your contacts and pressing “Add a contact” with a blissful grin on your face, “Put your number in, then. And I’ll call you.”

“This isn’t one of those ‘“I’ll call you’’ and then you never come back for lunch and don’t call me’ moments is it?” you knew he was joking, but there was a small part of him that was genuinely unsure you were serious about this as he took your phone and entered his number.

“Why, happen often? Do women not swarm to you?” you giggled, taking back your phone and letting your hand linger on his for just a moment too long.

He cocked his head, “Don’t you know tortured souls with legs that barely work are like, so last season?”

You chuckled at that, “Well, I’m a last season kind of girl. And I’ve got to get back to work, but I will call you.”

“I’ll be waiting by the phone,” he joked, before softening his expression and rubbing a thumb over the back of your hand where it rested on the table in front of him, “I’ll see you soon, Y/N. Have a good day.”

You sent him a wide smile in return, standing up and discarding your rubbish in the bin on your way out as you waved a final goodbye.

As you reached the edge of the cafeteria, you finally saw Wilson’s tall frame approaching and shot him a knowing grin, shaking your head slowly at him as a smirk graced his lips.

“Oh, Y/N! I thought I’d missed you. Have you seen House?”

“Nope, no sign of him,” you sing-songed jokingly, almost failing at your charade until you watched his face drop under the belief that his plan had failed, “I’m joking, moron. We’re going on a date. Thanks, Cupid.”

The smirk returned to his face then, his eyes lighting up at the victory, “Ha! I knew it.”

You pulled him into a hug abruptly — because though his scheming was annoying, you were immeasurably grateful for his push because you’d never have had the courage to ask Greg fucking House on a date without it.

“Thanks, man,” you hummed, pulling away and ruffling his hair, “I just asked Greg House on a date because of you… What the actual fuck.”

“You asked him— no, actually I’m not surprised,” he shrugged, “I’m glad though. It was getting annoying watching you both silently pine, so I had to do something. I’m happy you’re finally doing something about it now.”

“You’re a pain in the ass, but I love you,” you gently shoved his shoulder, resting your hand on it for a moment before noticing your watch on your wrist and realising you needed to rush off, “Shit, I’d better go. I’ll text you later. Have a good day!”

“You too, Y/N,” he waved you off with a smile, blissfully relieved that his plan had worked and his too best friends were finally beginning to admit their feelings for each other, “Now to go and grill House!”

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thanks so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed — sorry it’s been a while since i’ve posted as well. if you’d like to send in any requests, please feel free! and in the meantime, here is my masterlist!

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padfootswhiskers · 1 month

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With all respect, I think u guys give jkr's writing skill too much credit . Ik she said she planned everything abt hp books from the beginning( I don't believeit tbh), but she wrote some of the weirdest dumb stuff ever for the sake of the plot that don't make any sense ... Remus's life and even his name, for example.The fact that Remus hasn't visited Harry for almost 12yrs is ridiculous . "He thought Harry was safe - he felt worthless. He was a coward. " wtf?! No he didn't do it bc Harry shouldn't know abt his parents and wizarding world the End. srslyWheree were lily's friends? Oh they all passed away...Harry's grandparents THEY ALL PASSED AWAY ...problem solved (jkr is so good at this) and plus imo that also happened simply bc if Remus checked on Harry, he would be a father figure to him 100% (the role given to Sirius), and jkr didn't want Harry to have the same close connection with Remus as he did with Sirius. It would make harry -Sirius's relationship unimportant... Take Sirius's other relationships, for example. When he escaped Azkaban, he had no family, no lover, no one. Initially, I was like, "Yeah, okay," and that seemed fine. But later, it occurred to me that maybe he was written that way because he had to be solely for Harry. Like, he shouldn't care about anyone but Harry. Sirius isn't allowed to prioritize anyone over his godson.

to be fair, anon, i think two things can be true at the same time. a lot of stuff does happen in the hp universe for plot reasons---this doesn't necessarily mean it's always bad writing.

the plot required harry to be unaware of the wizarding world, alright. i don't see how this means remus would've taken, like, custody of harry or something if it hadn't! remus IS a coward. he IS extremely self flagellating. it IS completely plausible that he knew petunia wasn't a great person and left harry there anyway!

(take DH for example. he says tonks will be safe with her parents right after he tells them that her parents have been tortured for information. he isn't a stupid man, he's being deliberately cowardly.)

i understand that you probably really like remus, or at least the good bits of him, but character traits you dislike do not equal bad writing. remus consistently shows himself to be extremely passive-aggressive, conflict avoidant and unable to actually follow through on his conscience. i don't know about you, anon, but i can definitely see a man who convinced himself that withholding information about a wanted murderer was OK, convincing himself that harry is safe and better off without him.

jkr didn't have to use plot reasons to thwart remus and harry's budding relationship so that sirius could step in because...there isn't a scenario that exists wherein canon remus would step in to be an orphaned harry's father figure. i'm genuinely curious as to why you think he might. THAT, if anything, is what seems ooc to me.

as for lily, that seems to be pattern with jkr's 'popular girls'. i can't name five of ginny's friends if my life depended on it. it was also obviously done so that the snape reveal would have a greater effect. but lily isn't an established character the same way remus is.

as for sirius? i don't think it's unrealistic that he didn't have a lover/anyone waiting for him. i think people tend to forget he was only barely 22 when he got locked up; plenty of people haven't begun sorting out their lives at that age. lest we forget, he was also fighting a war pretty much the second he left hogwarts. not great for the dating scene, that. i don't think it's unrealistic at all that he hadn't thought about girls (or boys) or settling down at that time in his life.

but even if he had, i can't fathom a world in which he wouldn't transfer the love and devotion he had for james to james' son.

#answered #anonymous #remus lupin #sirius black #sirius and remus are FUNDAMENTALLY different so i genuinely cannot imagine a plot #that would have remus being the father figure to harry #whilst sirius was discarded on the side #like that's just...not them!

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bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove · 5 months

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Always There - Chapter Sixteen: S.Snape

Summary: Y/N Potter was left with a baby to care for after her brother and sister-in-law were murdered by Voldemort. One person was there for her, a person she didn’t expect but soon became her comfort person, Severus Snape. During Harry’s third year at Hogwarts and her third year as Herbology professor, a few old friends come around again. Y/N has to handle the feelings of these old friends being around again as well as handle her feelings for a certain potions master all while she tries to hide these things from her godson.

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Pairings: Severus Snape x Female Professor Reader, Potter!Reader x friend!Remus, Sister!Reader x James Potter, Potter!Reader x Friend!Sirius

Chapter Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader(No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, Harry growing up in a loving home, Umbridge, not proofread,

Series Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader (No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, OOC Snape, Harry grows up in a loving environment, mentions of death and murder, poorly written angst, Remus is a shitty friend, poorly written pining,

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Word Count: 1106

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After the nephew and aunt had made up, the pair made their way to the great hall where they could go eat dinner. She was eager to see how Severus’ observation went. She rushed to the teacher’s table, sitting beside Severus and quickly asked, “How did your observation go, honey?”.

“I don’t think she likes me but I’m here to stay,” He replied, turning to look his partner in the eye, “That means we get to celebrate together, right?”

“Duh, I can’t wait.”

The two had quickly eaten their dinner before rushing off to their quarters for the night, Minerva shooting her a wink as they left. The rest of their night was spent tangled in the sheets, cuddled together after their ‘celebration’. His hand was lightly tracing up and down her spine and hers was playing with his free hand. “Marry me?” Severus asked after a long and calming silence, his voice light and filled with love.

“What?” Y/N replied, slightly shocked and not knowing if she heard the man correctly.

“Marry me, we’ve been together for a while now, we don’t know what the future holds and I want to be able to call you my wife.”

“Of course I’d marry you! I love you so much. I’d love to be able to call you my husband.”

That night they celebrated a little extra, the two of them exhausted the next morning but it was worth it to them. As they were getting ready, Severus handed her a velvet box, motioning for her to open it. Once she did, she was met with a gorgeous ring, an emerald and ruby ring sitting in the box, shining brightly under the light. “Oh Severus, it’s so beautiful! Where did you get it?” She gushed over the ring as she looked at the man in front of her.

“I’ve had it for a while, I would’ve given it to you last night but we were quite busy,” Severus teased her, dropping a kiss to the top of her head before taking the ring out of the box and sliding it onto her left ring finger, “I love you, Y/N Potter.”

“I love you, Severus Snape,” She smiled at him before kissing his lips. The two of them were all smiles and giggles as they walked to the great hall together for breakfast. Breakfast passed, as did the first few lessons of the day. She was currently teaching her fifth years about aquatic plants, some had been covered the previous year but they hadn’t gone in depth.

The students had taken notice of her chipper mood and the ring on her finger but decided against saying anything. As the class came to an end, Hermione took it upon herself to stay back along with Harry and Ron. The three of them bring up the lessons Harry was teaching other students for Defense Against the Dark Arts. “Aunt Y/N, we’re making a group where I’m teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts. We already had our first meeting and it looks like it’s going to be a bigger group than we expected. Do you know anywhere we could hold our meetings without anyone knowing?” Harry explained to his aunt. She took a minute to digest what he had just told her before responding.

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t tell me that, I am very proud of the young man you’re becoming, Harry. As for a good place to hold these meetings in secret, I think I know of a place. It’s called the room of requirement. It’s hidden on the 7th floor and will only appear to those who need it. Whatever you need, the room will conjure it,” She told the trio.

“I’ve read about it! You must walk by the room 3 times thinking of what you need and the room will appear!” Hermione explained enthusiastically.

“Now go to your next class, we never talked about this, got it?”

“Yes ma’am, you are bloody brilliant professor,” Ron replied, making her let out a chuckle.

“Thanks for that observation Ron. Now off you three go,” She told them, ushering them out the door.

The day went on as normal, as did dinner in the great hall except Dumbledore decided to make an announcement before the feast began. “Before we begin our feast, I would like to give my congratulations to Professors Snape and Potter for their recent engagement! On behalf of the rest of the teachers and the students, congratulations to the lovely couple!” Dumbledore announced. Y/N turned to Severus who was equally as surprised.

Applause erupted throughout the hall from both the professors and the students, the more surprising thing being the students because most of them hated Severus. He leaned over to whisper in her ear, “They’re clapping for you.” She turned to him with a devious look on her face.

“Oh I beg to differ. They’re clapping because they’re scared that you’ll fail them if you do. I mean, look at Malfoy, the boy hates me and yet he’s clapping. Just for you, honey,” She teased with a giggle. After looking over at said boy, Severus let out his own chuckle before agreeing with her observation.

“I think you may be right, my love.”

“Let the feast begin!” Dumbledore announced as the applause died down, the food appearing on the tables for all to begin eating. The man made his way to the couple with a smile on his face. “Congratulations again, you two,” He winked before making his way to the center of the table to his chair.

The rest of dinner was spent receiving multiple congratulations from staff and students as the couple left the main hall together. The pair of them making jokes to each other as they made their way to the dungeons. She still was not used to the cold in the dungeon, nor the smell but she was used to Severus who was a walking furnace and had the most comforting scent. He always had the smell of leather, fire and old books on him. He was somebody who was constantly working with fire for brewing potions, as well as working with books, some older than Dumbledore himself.

The pair go through their usual routine, having tea, then taking a bath together before getting ready for bed together. They would always read together before bed but instead they had recently just been talking about their days before going to sleep. Y/N and Severus holding onto one another as they talked and began drifting off together. Happy to be together and in each other’s arms.

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kenzies-love-stories · 1 year

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Can't you see the way he looks at you! (Regulus Black X Potter!reader)

Part two

A/n: I have never written for the Marauders era before so I am sorry if this is really OOC. I did have quite a good time writing this and I do have a part two planned just not started yet.

Pairing: Regulus Balck x Fem! Potter! Reader

Word count:3,055

warning: fluff, slightly angst, Sirius trying to flirt

Date posted: Nov. 27th 2022

Y/n Pov

"He is the opposite of friendly. He is unfriendly, as in don't be friends with him." Sirius sternly states.

As James potter's younger sister it was no shock that his friends are protective of me but sometimes it is just outright stupid. Who were they, to tell me who I could and could not be friends with? Yes, I may be two years younger than my brother but I am still my own person. Granted that person is a shy Ravenclaw but that is beside the point.

Fed up with how Sirius is being I throw my hands up in frustration, "Sirius who do you think you are. I am allowed to have friends."

"I wholeheartedly agree that you deserve to have friends but pick literally anyone else. How did you even come across Regulus in the first place? Stay away from him, he is trouble and I don't want to see you hurt."

"We have a lot of classes together this year, Slughorn even made him my potion partner, not that it is any of your business," I say crossing my arms over my chest.

"y/n/n Sirius is right, Regulus is a Slytherin and he can't be trusted," James says sternly.

"Just because you two hate the Slytherins doesn't mean that the rest of us have to," I state.

"Maybe you should just keep him at a distance y/n/n," Remus states softly.

"Who's side are you on Moony?" I ask bitterly.

"The one where you aren't hurt." He replies turning the page of his book.

"Whatever guys I have to get to practice," I state walking away from their table in the great hall. I keep my head down muttering to myself as I make my way to the fields.

Before I can even get there I smack into another body and I fall flat on my butt. I don't look up due to embarrassment, "I am so sorry I should have looked where I was going."

I only look up when I see a hand extend out in front of my face, "Don't worry about it, it happens. Here let me help you up. You're y/n right?" I hear the charming voice of Regulus Black.

"Thank you," I blush taking his extended hand to allow him to help me up, "Yes I am y/n, and you're Regulus Black."

"That I am, So where are you headed to in such a hurry." He asks making eye contact with me.

"I uh I am heading out to the fields for practice, I have a game tomorrow," I say

"Oh yeah, it is against Hufflepuff. I can walk with you to the field if you like?" He suggests almost shyly.

"I would like that a lot Regulus, thank you." I smile at him before we both make out way out to the field. "So are you coming to the game tomorrow?" I ask curiously

"Yeah, I will be there. Are you excited to play the second game of the year?" He asks as we exit the castle.

"Yeah, I am looking forward to it. I really want to get out there and play against Gryffindor." I state.

"You want to play against your brother and his friends?" He asks shocked.

"Well yeah, a little friendly competition isn't a bad thing, Plus I'm quicker than James is on a broom. I would love to see the look on his face when I catch the snitch and win the game." I muse with a slight smile.

"That's right you're a seeker this year because the one from last year graduated." He says just as we were approaching the field.

"Yes indeed, you better watch out Regulus!" I exclaim jokingly.

"Ha yeah, right potter in your dreams." He jokes back.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that Black, you haven't seen me in action yet," I state.

"I guess that would give you a slight advantage but I doubt it." He giggles a bit, "I will see you tomorrow y/n, I have to go meet Slughorn. I hope you have a good practice cutie." He states before getting swiping a piece of my hair behind my ear.

"Y-yeah I will see you tomorrow Regulus." I flush at both his action and his comment before I watch him walk back toward the castle with a smile on my face.

"Y/n Potter, get in here now girl you are late!" My captain exclaims not truly mad at me though.

"I'm sorry, Regulus Black had to talk to me about some homework from charms," I state grabbing my broom from its rack.

"mhm, and I am guessing that homework involves him moving your hair out of your face. What's going on between you two anyway?" she asks not believing my lie for a second.

"Nothing we are just friends," I state shrugging my shoulders.

"Sure, you are. I bet you guys will be dating by the end of the year," she states.

"No that would never be allowed to happen," I state trying not to let my emotions show on my face.

"Well James and Sirius can butt out with their grudges, they are graduating this year anyway so it really shouldn't matter." my captain explains before getting on her broom.

"I couldn't agree with you more," I state quietly to myself before mounting my own broom.

Our practice goes on very well with no more interruptions, we all make it back onto the ground and our captain decides to give us a few words of encouragement before we have to pass the field over to the Hufflepuffs. "Great practice today everyone, if we manage to play like this tomorrow we should have no problem with beating the Hufflepuffs out on the field. Get good rest today everyone is going to need it if we are going to play our best tomorrow. You are all dismissed for the night see you tomorrow."

I let all my teammates put their gear away first because I know that they are just as anxious as I am to get off the field and back to our common room. I put my broom away and lock up my equipment before exiting the field.

I am the second to the last one to leave. I am startled when I hear a familiar voice from behind me, " I was almost afraid that I had just missed you cutie."

With a slight smile, I see Regulus leaning against the bleachers with a small smile adorning his face. "Hello Regulus, I wasn't expecting to see you again tonight."

"Well, I just thought how a pretty girl like yourself shouldn't walk back to your common room alone while it is this late, not that you would need my protection. I am here to offer you company," he states nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

"I would greatly appreciate the company, thank you very much," I say with a smile allowing him to walk beside me.

"So you are totally allowed to say no but I was wondering if you wanted to maybe, study with me for the charms exam that is coming up?" He asks as we enter the warmth of the castle.

"Yes, I would love to. how does Friday after classes sound?" I inquire as we walk the familiar path to the Ravenclaw common room.

"That works for me, do you want to meet up in the library then?" He asks, stopping once we were outside my common room.

"That sounds like a plan to me. Thank you again, Reg for walking me back to my common room.

"Of course, sleep well cutie. I will see you tomorrow." He smiles brightly at me.

I smile shyly back, "You also sleep well, I will see you in class." I watch him walk off before I go and say the password to get into my common room. with my cheeks Flushed I make my way to my dorm room to see that my roommate Anna still isn't back from the library yet.

'Typical Anna' I giggle to myself as I get ready for bed. After I am in comfortable pajamas I crawl under my sheets and tuck myself in. I did comprehend how tired I actually was until my head hit my pillow and I was fast asleep.

The next morning I woke up just in time for breakfast. I get ready in my uniform pulling my school robes over it. I then stash my want in the pocket on the inside of my robes before grabbing the book I would need for my first class. I then rush from my dorm room and out of the common room, all the way to the great hall. When I walk into the room I glance at the Slytherin table and see Regulus whom shoots me a small smile. I smile back before I head over to the Gryffindor table to have breakfast with my brother.

"Hey, Y/n/n how was practice last night? We didn't get to see you afterward." Remus asks when I sit next to him.

"Practice was good, our captain says that if we played as well as we did last night we will win no question," I state eating some eggs and bacon.

"That's good y/n/n maybe one day you will even surpass me." My brother says cockily.

"Oh I am counting on it Jamie, You only have this year left. I definitely have time." I pop back and I hear Peter try to surpass his laugh.

James sticks his tongue in his cheek before replying, "How about a flying race today after classes sister, so I can put you back in your place."

"Are you sure you want to do that Jamie? I am better on a broom compared to you." I state

"She has your there prongs," Sirius states with a nod.

James gasps out, "Who side are you on pads."

"The winning one, duh." He states winking at me

I wrinkle my nose up in distaste at the wink but still manage to force out a, "Thank you pads." I start talking again after I finish my food, Now if you'd excuse me I have to get to Charms. I will see you guys later."

I only leave after I hear a series of goodbyes. I make my way to Charms class. when I get there I am one of the first ones there, we don't have assigned seats but a lot of us liked to sit in the same seat every day. I go to the seat I assigned to myself. It is not in the direct front but it is not in the back either, I liked to sit in a seat that is in the middle but off to the right just a bit so I have a good view of the whole room but I am not in the direct center of the room.

A Hufflepuff boy normally sits in the seat next to mine. However, he must be running late as the seat is still empty. I open my book and go over last night's homework one more time while students start to file in. I don't pay any mind to who is in the room or not.

I only look up when a book is dropped on the table in the spot next to mine. I look up in curiosity as I hear a charming voice, "Morning Potter!"

I slightly smile as Regulus sits down in the seat next to mine, "Good morning Regulus Black. You know you are in Edmunds' seat." I giggle.

Regulus looks around him on the table and on the back of the chair jokingly, "Well I don't see Edmunds' name anywhere now do I. I guess that means it is my seat now." he says in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Oh really and what about your seat next to Narcissa?" I ask teasingly

"Edmund can sit there!" He quietly exclaims making eye contact with me.

"Right because that will blow over well!" I joke

"well they are just going to have to deal with it, now stop trying to get rid of me." He says opening his charms book.

This was a few months ago which had led to a beautiful friendship between the younger Black brother and myself. I have done a great job at hiding it from my brother and his friends as they have grown busy with important things for their last year. I must admit that my feeling for Regulus has started to grow into something more, definitely not feelings that you should have for your best friend.

I have developed quite a crush on Regulus Black. I have the desire to be around him at any possible time I could. My brother and his friends have come to terms with the fact that I would have to see Regulus sometimes outside of class so they are a bit more lenient about me being around him. I am brought out of my trance as I am about to enter the great hall for lunch with my brother and the rest of his goons.

I give a quick glance at the Slytherin table to see Regulus already looking at me with a bright smile. I shyly smile back at him before going to sit down at the Gryffindor table.

"Hey, Sis, Should I ask Lily to the Yule Ball?" James asks as I sit down across from him.

"I don't know James, Isn't she still mad at you," I state putting a little bit of food on my plate.

"That is what I told him too!" Sirius exclaims from next to me. "So, y/n/n do you have a date to the Yule Ball?" Sirius asks me putting an arm around my shoulder.

"Pads Get your grubby paws off my sister right now!" James states in faux anger.

Sirius puts his hands up in surrender before asking again," Well do you y/n/n?"

I look up at Slytherin's table to see that Regulus has a sour look on his face. I send him a look of confusion to which he dismisses, "Well I wasn't planning on going, besides it is like a month away." I state looking back down at my plate.

Remus gasps, "Y/n/n you know that it is mandatory. If you can't find anyone to go with I will go with you as friends."

"Since when was it mandatory? and thank you, Remus, I will keep your offer in mind," I state. truth be told I don't want to go to the ball unless Regulus accompanies me, but I could never admit that to anyone else.

"The Yule Ball has always been mandatory Y/n/n. " James states as we all finish up lunch.

"Oh well James, don't push Lily too far and just maybe she might go with you," I state as I pick up the rest of my stuff to head to class. I see Regulus spare me one glance with a tilt of his head to the left before he exits the great hall. "See you guys later," I state following in the direction of Regulus not even waiting for a response from any of the boys.

I exit the Great Hall and head down the left side of the corridor trying to see if I can find Regulus, but the hallways are empty. Confused I just keep walking straight ahead when all of a sudden my right arm is gently grabbed and I am pulled into an empty classroom. My back is gently pushed against the closed door and a familiar hand goes over my mouth to stop the scream that is bubbling in the back of my throat.

"Easy, pretty girl it is just me," Regulus says before pulling his hand off my mouth.

"Reg you almost gave me a heart attack," I state gently slapping his shoulder.

"So you and my brother aye?" He asks somewhat bitterly crossing his arms.

"What!?! Ew no. Sirius is just James' friend I don't see him that way." I state in disdain.

"Does he realize that?" He asks sitting on one of the empty tables in front of me.

"Why wouldn't he?" I ask confused.

"Please don't play dumb Potter it's not a good look on you," Regulus says as he leans back on his hands.

"I am thoroughly confused Reg?"

"I have seen the way he looks at you, and don't pretend that you haven't too."

"And how does he look at me Reg?" I ask crossing my arms in front of my chest.

"He looks at you like you are the most precious thing in the world like he would do anything for you, just to see you smile. He looks at you like you are the reason his world turns." He states more bitterly than before.

"Why does it sound like you speak from experience?" I walk until I am directly in front of him.

"Potter you can be so dense sometimes! He looks at you the way that I look at you Dammit!! Can't you see that!" Regulus jumps off the table and stands in front of me.

"How you look at me?" I ask confused

Regulus cups my cheek and pulls me into a kiss. My eyes flutter shut and I kiss him back moving my arms around his neck as one runs through the back of his hair.

After some time we pull away to catch our breaths as he rests his forehead on mine with our eyes still closed, "Yes the way I look at you pretty girl. I want you to be mine just as I would be yours."

"Reg?" I ask pulling away to make eye contact with him.

"Yes, love?" He asks creasing my cheek gently.

"Will you go to the Yule Ball with me?" I ask nervously.

"I wouldn't have it any other way beautiful. What color do you want to wear?" he asks with his arms around my waist.

"Hmm, Green," I state mischievously.

"Oooo Potters making a statement, we will go get you a dress next weekend at Hogsmeade," he states kissing my cheek.

"You're my boyfriend now correct?" I ask just to clarify.

"Yes babe we are together now," he states lovingly

"You know what would really make a statement Reg?" I ask

"And what is that babe?"

"Let's keep it a secret until the Yule Ball," I state with a hand on his cheek.

"What about my brother and Potter?" he asks with a small pout.

"If they act out at the ball they are only going to make asses out of themselves. So they are being forced to behave."

"That is true and they are less likely to try and beat me up for that."

"I wouldn't let it get that far. " I state before kissing his lips

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your-local-biromantic-ace · 1 year

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Not your luckiest day

➤・ James Lee x gender neutral! Reader [Lookism]

➤・could be seen as platonic??

➤・ kind of ooc James Lee(?) , swearing

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Helloooooooooooooo I'm back after a longgg hiatus!! And I'm obsessed with this man and my brain rots from the x reader fanfic ideas I've been thinking off so ya . Also no proofread lol so there may be spelling mistakes and errors

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"Is James not gonna tag along with us today? " Your friend asked ,tilting their head and faced you, curiosity all over their face.

"No, he said he had some work to do " (Y/n) answered , their head facing the road in front of them. Your friend hummed in response and also faced the road ahead.

"Why are you asking?"

You quickly added, now turning you face to your right to face your friend.

"Just curious, he always tags along with you after school, it's kind off weird not having his presence today. " Your friend immediately spoke.

You hummed in response before facing ahead again. Your friend was right. It was weird to not have his presence here. You two would always to home together after school, cracking some jokes here and there, doing some dumb stuff. You were used to that everyday. It just feels awkward and lonely without him around.

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Both of you looked at the 'construction ahead' sign in front of you. Today was not your luckiest day was it?

"Awww man... I was planning to go to the convenience store down the road.. " You sulked, one of your baby cousins were visiting you today and you wanted to buy some snacks for them and for yourself.

"Really? I know another route to get there want me to show it to you? " Your friend proposed upon hearing you.

"Really? Alright then, show me the way please"

"Okay then follow me! " Your friend said as they lead you toward the alleyway right beside the construction sign.

How convenient. The alleyway was dark and long. You don't think had you ever noticed an alleyway here. It was like those movies you had watched and your gut feeling churned when you entered the alleyway. You had a bad feeling about this.

Oh how lucky you were! The alleyway wasn't dangerous at all and both of you left it unscathed.

Curse you love for animals. You had seen a cat come towards you and rub itself against your legs. You swore you had told your friend to stop as you leaned down to pet the cat. Curse the fact that you didn't have any food on you to feed the cat. And curse your friend for not listening to you.

The next thing you know , when you straightened your back to what you expected to meet your friend's face, you were met with an empty road. You started to worry. Where had your friend gone off too? Didn't you tell them to stop ?? They're not the kind to just leave you in an empty, not familiar road. Did they not listen to you?

You swear you are smart, you should've returned towards the construction sign and then call your friend. But even you started to question your intelligence when you needed up searching for you friend and ended up in another alleyway

You ended up in another alleyway. You weren't alone this time. You now stood in front of a man slightly taller than you. Everything about him screamed danger. The fact that you two were alone in an alleyway, double danger.

You could feel the adrenaline kicking in you fight or flight response ran off and you had to escape as quickly as you could. His bigger muscular body means that any wrong move and you'd be a gonner. You started to get into position, calculating your plan, your jaw clenching, your eyes fixated on the man you had to keep your guard up.

"So you're the one who hangs out with James Lee... " The man mumbled. His eyes still fixed on you.

There was enough distance between the two of you. You lifted you right leg and with the strength you had kicked the side of the mans knees.

The man stumbled , he was caught completely off guarded. This was your chance. You turned around to sprint towards the construction sign. But a firm grip near you neck stopped you.

You almost choked. The man had his forearms around your neck.

[A low kick huh? Didn't think you could — AHHHH FUCK] the man immediately released his grip held his arm in pain.

You wiped off the blood running off your mouth and spit out the disgusting taste in your mouth. Again when you started to sprint, you were stopped by him.

"YOU LITTLE BITCH—"he turned you to face him and punched your left cheek making you stumble He then punched you in the stomach, making you choke out saliva. You could only wince in pain and struggled to get rid on his grasp. You were now in the air, both of the mans arms were on your throat.

You tried to release the chokehold he had, with both of your hands but failed to do so. You started to gasp for air when it started to get difficult to breathe. You were feeling weak.You were desperate to not die or get kidnapped . Your vision was starting to get blurry.

With all the last bit of strength you had, you used it all to kick his chin . The force made his head to tilt back and his grip on you loosened, making you fall.

You closed your eyes, preparing yourself to hit the floor. But the anticipation was disrupted by someone catching you from your fall. You opened your eyes to see their face. Your vision was a bit blurry from tears . You saw a familiar red hair. You slowly rose your hand to rub your eyes and looked at the man.

"... James..? " You spoke, your voice hoarse and you were trying to regulate your breathing.

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It was one thing to go after him, but is another thing to go after the people he cares for. Especially his best friend.

He knew something was up when the crew, who were supposedly after him didn't show up at all. His suspicions were proved true when he got a call from your friend about your disappearance and you not picking up their calls. Luckily he was able to pin point where you were in time.

Who knew that the crew members were guarding the alleyway entrance and exit. That wasn't a problem for James though, he got rid of them with ease.

He was mad. He was approaching the crew head, when he was choking you and when you kicked him.

He quickly caught you from falling, having a quick glance at the head to make sure he was unconscious.

James slowly let you down on the ground his hand rested on your back to support you to sit straight while the other hand on the chin to examine the wounds.

Your left cheek was red and was a little swelled up. There was blood running down your face and there were hand prints imprinted in red on your neck.

He was mad. He was mad the the crew, the audacity to harm his friend and try to kidnap them. He was more mad at himself. How could he have not seen this coming? He could've, should've prevented this. Now they were hurt and and everyone knows their face.

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"(Y/n) you're awake!! " You heard someone spoke when you blinked your eyes open. God, your head kind of hurts . Your immediately winced when you to sat up. Your stomach hurts like hell.

"Careful, you're gonna hurt yourself even more " You heard someone say. A familiar voice.

You turned your head to look at the speaker. It was James. He sat on the stool next to your bed, his eyes fixated on whatever he was reading.

"Thanks for the advice genius." You sarcastically said.

"Your welcome" You heard him say, making you scoff. You looked at your surroundings . You were in your room. Nice. Both of you remained silent .

"What had happened? " You mumbled, your whole body felt sore, there were bandaged on your cheek and stomach.

"..you don't remember?" James finally took his eyes off the book to face you.

You started to remember what happened upon hearing him. The memories started flood in. Your awful silence answered James and he looked towards the book again. Silence filled the room once again .

"So... How are you feeling now? " James inquired after a long pause.

"..Not much..,just sore throughout" You mumbled, your eyes fixated on your hands as they figeted the blanket's fabric .

"So you're the one who hangs out with James lee.. "

A realisation struck you, making your eyes widen a bit. . Why did the man know about James? And Judging by his looks and fighting style, he was probably a gangster. Why was he even looking for James in the first place.

".. James? " You said, your voice laced the suspicion you were starting to have.

James noticed the way your expression changed and hesitated to answer. "... Yes? "

"That man... Said something about your name... He didn't look like a normal citizen, but rather... A gangster.. "

While he admired that trait of yours to catch up on what was happening quickly and with the littlest hints, it wasn't the best time for it to show up.

He decided to test your gullibility.

"Really? That's —" He immediately kept his mouth shut when he saw your cold glare. Maybe it wasn't the best time to test that.

"James. What is going on. " (Y/n) sternly said, he knew that they won't keep shut untill they know the truth.

James knew this day might come. But he didn't expect it to be this soon.

Boy oh boy was it going to be a one hell of a story.

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Heya!! Hope you liked it ^^ , constructive criticisms are always accepted so fell free to advice anything on this

Tired Author over and out

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#james lee x reader #dg x reader #lee jihoon x reader #lookism x reader #lookism #gender neutral reader #lookism james lee #webtoon #lookism dg

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wolfpants · 15 days

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20 questions for fic writers

thank you for the tag @squintclover! This came at just the right time - I need to do something fun and I love these kinds of posts!

Username: wolfpants

1. How many works do you have on A03? 64

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 748k

3. What fandoms do you write for? Just Harry Potter!

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Romp and Circumstance (Drarry)

Pages of You (Drarry)

Forever Live and Die (Wolfstar)

Led By Light of a Star Sweetly Gleaming (Wolfstar)

Terrible People (Drarry)

5. Do you respond to comments? I try to, but I'm quite slow 😭 Just know that I read, adore, and love every single one of them. My heart skips a little beat whenever I get a comment notification in my emails. It's such a wonderful feeling, and I am incredibly grateful!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? It's a toss up between Music, When Soft Voices Die (James/Albus tragiporn) and Spellbound (Dralbus kidnapping dddne fic).

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Oh, god, like all of them! I write happy endings for pretty much all of my fics. It was nice to give Drarry a happy ending in Thickets after decades of being apart.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Unfortunately, from time to time!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I do. Most of my fics are rated E. I write mlm smut.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I have never written a crossover. But I have a Drarry WIP planned for later this year which may fall into this category, pulling up an old fandom I used to read but have never written for 👀 So look out for that, because I am daring to dream a little bigger... darling...

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? No.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Not yet ;)

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Drarry, but Wolfstar is very up there too and although I haven't written or read them in a while, I do have a big soft spot for them.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Perhaps my Drarry Bridget Jones fic, or my Dronarry in Malta fic.

16. What are your writing strengths? I don't think I'm best placed to answer this - only people who read my stuff can answer that! I will say I can be quite a fast writer.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Same answer as above!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I can't, because I don't know any other languages!

19. First fandom you wrote for? Harry Potter! A very short fic about Draco having a crush on Professor Lupin. I wrote it when I was about fourteen years old and I am certain it was hideously OOC.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? I can't look back at it much (or most of my fics tbh!) but I do have a very soft spot for Pages of You, because it was my first Drarry fic.

no pressure tagging @hoko-onchi-writes @apricitydays-lazynights @arminaa8 @sleepstxtic @citrusses and anyone who sees this and wants a go!

#writing

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theshadowrealmitself · 7 months

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I don’t know if this is something everyone experiences or if it’s a genderfluid thing, but my brain has all these different versions of what I’d like to ideally be and it’s a full on spectrum so they’re all fucking different from each other and all completely unattainable for me.

Idk how to explain it, like wanting to be a different fantasy creature all the time, from fairy to troll to elf to the talking wolf that’s definitely planning on eating you, etc etc etc

And one of those idealized selves is like,,, humanized Lightning McQueen mixed with James T. Kirk and how the fuck do I explain that to people??? “Oh yeah sometimes my ideal gender is like,, if a car was a human mixed with another human”

They’d think I was making a joke 😭

And I don’t even wanna try to explain my femme days 😭😭😭

I think my enby days where I’m not really feeling anything like a girl or a guy goes down much better, I feel like people immediately understand statements like “I just feel like a hoodie today” or “it just feels like [REDACTED], y’know?”

But the second it starts having even a hint of masc or femme in it? Suddenly it becomes hyper specific to me as a person like “I feel like the hooded stranger the hero group meets in the corner of a tavern and they really think I’m gonna end up betraying the golden hearted MC when suspicious stuff starts happening but it turns out I just have a traumatic past that makes me standoffish to people and I end up falling in love with MC and sacrificing myself so they can live when the real traitor attacks them just to not end up being mentioned after my death because the writers realized how gay that was after putting it out there and now they have to backtrack it by having the characters never speaking of me again no matter how ooc it is for them”

#no fandom #fandom mentioned but technically this is about my gender stuff

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neon-u-dumb-shxtty-child · 1 year

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we need disventure camp Incorrect Quotes

These are gonna be random and maybe ooc so ye

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Rosa María: Do you know a turtles only weakness?

Riya: No... well, their slowness.

Rosa María: Their weaknesss is they can't roll over when they are on their backs.

Rosa María: Now I have a plan.

Rosa María: If I duct tape two turtles together, they'll be unstoppable.

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*Lake is casually searching around the room*

James: Hey Lake, what’re you looking for?

Lake: My will to live.

*Rosa María walks into the room*

Lake: Oh, there it is.

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Aiden: I don't like bugs. James, are you even listening to me?

James: I seem to have misplaced my ant farm.

Aiden, at Karol: MOOOOOM!

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Yul: You seem familiar... have I threatened you before?

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Aiden: Would you take a bullet for me?

Lake: ...yes?

*James angrily burst into the room*

Aiden: *running away* Great, thanks!

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James: Make no mistake. Not only am I party rocking, but I am also in the house tonight.

Riya: But are you shuffling?

James: Everyday.

Aiden: What language are you two speaking??

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Karol: WHOEVER CAUSED THIS MESS IS GOING TO-

Aiden: It was me...

Karol: ...Is going to be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance.

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Hunter: Rosa María, take out the trash.

Rosa María: Sure, Yul, will you go out on a date with me?

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James: Why do you think I don’t like you? I do. I would kill for you.

James: Ask me to kill for you.

Aiden: ...First of all, calm down-

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James: I have met some of the most insufferable people. But they also met me.

#burrosmuertosnohablan #disventure camp

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velaryqns · 28 days

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hi! love your work, do you have any advice for new writers? I just started writing about Wilson and am still trying to figure out how to format things for tumblr lol

Hello lovely!!

One of the first things I tell myself is to write for myself as well, otherwise, it loses a lot of its excitement and has caused me to discontinue quite a few of my fics on wattpad. Would I read it? Do my closest friends enjoy it as much as I do? And if not, oh well, someone else will!

DRAFT & PLOT!! Make an entire document or use your notes app if you have to lol, but utilize that brain and your experience to scheme to the M A X. List your timeline, plan your ocs, yadda yadda yadda. (I really recommend this if you plan on doing a full length fic).

Don’t make the canon characters you’re utilizing too ooc. An AU would be acceptable, but I wouldn’t write Severus Snape dancing around in a pink outfit when the most he did for the Yule ball (in the films) was potentially curl his hair. I wouldn’t write Gregory House being a bubbly teenage girl (unless mocking someone, which would be in character). You want to utilize what you have, you don’t want the canon characters to seem what’s too unrealistic from what they’ve been created to be. Utilizing a few headcanons here and there would give you more to work with, but flipping a character like Wilson entirely would just mean you’re writing an oc that looks like James Wilson.

DO NOT BE DISCOURAGED! You’re going to experience writer's block, you may not get a lot of attention right away. And that’s okay! I always like telling my friends who go through writers block that it’ll be okay, put it away, and if you get small ideas write them down wherever you can; they can always be added!

Formatting is kind of hard to explain, but play around with all the text settings and whether or not to add gifs or photos and see what you like aesthetically!

I hope this is helpful, and welcome to this writing community, I hope it’s as great of an experience for you as it has been for me! If you’d ever like to chat, don’t be afraid to message me!

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ssadumba55 · 3 years

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Reunion (Captain Barbossa X Child! Reader)

Request: Oh awesome! So for Father's Day, I was thinking, maybe something with Captain Barbossa? Yes it's me again that anon from long ago who asked for the father Barbossa fic (very well done btw!!) So I was thinking, his kid all grown up and the captain of their own ship. One day he sees a ship off in the distance so his crew gets ready to fire. Then he immediately tells them to stop because that ship is his kid's ship!! And they have this awesome reunion and stuff! Sorry if this is really specific😅 you totally don't have to do this if you don't want to!!

A/N: Apologies for any bad errors/if it doesn’t make sense/it's ooc. I’m writing this tired after a long shift at work, but I wanted to get it done for Father’s Day! Really hope it’s not too bad! 3/3 Father's Day requests done! Enjoy!

“Come on, guys, am I going to have to do everything myself?” You huffed to your crew, pulling on the rope by the mast to stretch out the sails. You’d asked for it to be done hours ago, but of course, your crew had yet to do it.

They weren’t the most efficient crew on the seven seas, but they were loyal, and they had been basically like your family since you’d left your dad’s ship years ago. The split had been amicable, but you hadn’t seen the man since. Since the two of you were constantly moving, usually in different directions, you never crossed paths.

“Sorry, Captain,” your first mate, Tory appeared at your side. He always had a crooked smile, like he knew something you didn’t, and he usually did. It was almost always a practical joke the crew had cooked up for you. You sighed, bumping him slightly with your shoulder. He was a lot shorter, but he was definitely stronger.

The two of you exchanged smiles. “It’s fine, just round everyone up. I need to look like a captain on my own ship- “

“Captain!”

Your instructions were cut off by your lookout, yelling and waving his hands from high above the ship. He looked agitated, but you couldn’t yet see what he was seeing with your naked eye. Shielding your eyes, you gestured for him to come down and tell you what was going on.

While he climbed down, Tory hurried off to collect the rest of the crew. The lookout slammed onto the deck in front of you. You opened your mouth to scold him like you’d done countless times before but shut it once more. It was a lost cause and you needed to hear the news.

“What’d you see up there, James? Another mermaid?” You teased, walking to the wheel to make sure the boat was on course. James huffed, crossing his arms watching as you took the wheel from another crewmate.

“It was one time, captain. And I swear I saw her; Tory and Oliver did not look hard enough!” He sounded like a petulant child who’d lost a bet with his friends. That was essentially what he was, but you decided not to press the fact more, waving your hand to let him know to hurry it along.

“Ship approaching, captain!” Eli called, leaning so far off the front of the boat he was almost falling off. Your face paled slightly, looking up as James admitted that was what he’d been trying to tell you. There was a giant boat sailing toward you. It was no doubt a pirate ship, if the ship’s flag hadn’t given it away, the captain behind the wheel and his big hat did.

The other ship was clearly preparing for battle, any second the two ships would collide, and mayhem would begin.

“Atlas! Take the wheel again, keep us as far away from that ship as possible,” You handed the wheel off. This wasn’t going to end well.

Meanwhile, Captain Barbossa was thinking the exact same thing as they readied the cannons on the ship. They had spotted the ship when it was just a little speck in the distance, but it had crept closer ever since. His original plan had been to observe, see what this other ship had wanted. But the closer it got, the more uneasy he got.

“Prepare the cannons!” He’d called, now they were almost within shooting distance. Soon they would be right beside each other.

The captain on the opposite ship was yelling orders, they handed the wheel to someone else, hurrying toward the bow of the ship. At their side, two other crew members, clearly agitated joined them.

He’s about to give the signal for firing when-

“Wait!”

The captain waved their arms frantically, clearly not wanting their ship to be blown to smithereens. But that wasn’t what stopped the infamous pirate in his tracks, it was the voice, the way they waved their arms-

“Sir, do you want us to fire? We could probably hit them from here?”

Barbossa snapped out of his revelation, realizing he still had to captain this ship. “No! Do not shoot, unless ye want to walk the plank for killing my flesh and blood.”

His crew exchanged looks and quickly came to the conclusion they did not in fact want that. The two ships approached each other and the young Barbossa boarded their father’s ship once they were close enough to dock between the two. At their side was the crewmate with the crooked smile, arms crossed over his chest.

“Dad!” It wasn’t until they hit the ships deck that they realized whose ship they’d boarded. A mixture of emotions flashed across their face, but they eventually gave in, running across the ships deck to hug him.

It’d been too long since you’d seen your father and you only realized that when you were hugging him. He hugged you back, it was a weird display of affection between two pirate captains, but you supposed this was special circumstances.

“This is very heartwarming, I guess this means I can’t beat him up,” Tory pouted from behind you, and you pulled away from your father, rolling your eyes.

“Dad, this is my first mate, Tory. Tory, this is my father, Captain Barbossa.” You introduced the two to each other.

Tory sputtered a little, backing up slightly. “Captain (Y/n), you never told me- your father is- Oh, god, I think I’m going to be sick- “He stumbled back a bit more, slightly overwhelmed. James, who had also followed from your ship, hurried to help him.

“He’s a big famous pirate nut. Wonder what he’ll say one day when we’re face to face with Captain Jack Sparrow.” You crossed your arms, watching your first mate lean over the side of the ship with help from your lookout.

Your father let out a dry chuckle. “So, this is the quiet life ye mentioned when ye left, hm?”

You rolled your eyes.

“Before you say anything we’re not pirates. We’re adventurers. I am not following in your footsteps-”

“We’re making our own!” James turned, finishing your mantra. You had said it constantly. ‘We’re not following our parents’ footsteps; we make our own.’

“It looks like a pirate ship to me,” your father ignored the last bit of your statement and James’ addition. You crossed your arms, glowering. The look was enough to make your crew immediately fall in line, but it just reminded your father of the good old days. When you were still young and got angry at the smallest things.

“Come on, let’s see this ship of yers,” he gestured with his sword for you to lead the way.

“If you take anything-“

“Why would I do a thing like that?” He looked offended as you began to lead the way. You smiled back at him.

“Once a pirate, always a pirate, dad,” you reminded him, then you stopped and turned, “but I am happy to see you again.”

The two of you shared a moment, it was brief, but it held a lot of weight for the two of you. In it, you knew your dad was expressing everything he couldn’t voice. He was glad to see you too. To know each other was still alive was a powerful gift.

“So, you’ve met Tory and James…”

The rest of the day was spent introducing your father to your crew and your ship. He grunted a lot and made comments about certain things, but still. It was nice to be around him again, no matter how brief it was.

As you waved to your father from the deck of your own ship, watching his retreat, Tory came up beside you.

“I have a feeling we’ll be seeing more of him soon,” he leaned on the edge of the boat, watching the pirate ship fade into the distance. You shrugged.

“I wouldn’t mind.”

#disney imagine #pirates of the caribbean imagine #potc imagine #captain barbossa imagine #captain barbossa x reader #pirates of the caribbean #potc #captain barbossa #captain barbossa x child! reader

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antiherocorner · 3 years

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They won’t dare to bother you anymore...

(This is my first Niki Lauda x Reader fic ever, and my second fanfic in general, ever... English is still not my native language, sorry for the mistakes in advance... I wrote this in one sitting, because I got inspired by my one and only @mymagicsuitcase and her Niki Lauda headcanon... The giving you their jacket one... I read it... Loved it... And this happened... Enjoy <3 )

WARNINGS: little drinking, little swearing, possibly smoking, Hunt is a dick, Lauda is a sweatheart (maybe went a little OOC, I’m not sure... I tried not to but... yeah), Reader is female, no name or y/n is mentioned

Word: 1,7k~

You were excited, but a nervous wreck as well, at the same time.

You met Niki at a party of one of the other F1 drivers’. A friend of yours had been a good friend of him, whom owned the place, and they dragged you along, quote “You’re gonna die alone, come on! They are interesting people, and you would be just bored in your house!”. So, yeah. That’s how you found yourself leaning to the wall, beer in hand, in a massive living room, observing people in front of you. You weren’t that good in F1, you had been watching it on the TV and following some news, but you were sort of a rookie in that field. You knew some names, especially the ones which were everywhere, either after achieving something big, or having a huge rivalry. Such as Hunt and Lauda. As you were deep in your thoughts, you didn’t see that one of the mentioned drivers was looking directly at you. Also leaning to the wall with a drink in his hands, his curly locks loosely hugging his face, some have escaped from the others, and were fallen in front of his forehead. He thought you looked beautiful in those red dress of yours with a black leather jacket. Even though you looked very awkward and uncomfortable, clearly you felt that you didn’t belong there and looked like that as well, still. There was something in you which captivated him. Like you had power, but you didn’t want to waste it on something, or someone. You didn’t want to just use it randomly. You even looked mysterious. He wanted you. Only to himself. And although it entertained him greatly, that how you slipped away ever so slightly from anyone who came near you, and a visibly pain started to form on your face, like the whole world’s problem was on your shoulder, the temptation to save you from the situation, to wanted to know who you were, was way more stronger. Just as he launched himself of the wall with the foot that was rested on it, he froze in his steps. Someone else was more agile. And forward. And loud. Also drunk.

- Hey, hey, hey! Why is that, that a beautiful woman like you just standing next to a wall at a party? - startled you the one and only, James Hunt, leaning on the wall directly next to you.

- Omm… It just… I’m not a party people I guess… - you answered slightly taken back, shyly.

- Then why are you here, my lady? - he smelled like all kinds of alcohol and cigarette.

- A friend of mine brought me here… - you started but you were cut off immediately by him.

- Really? I should thank them, they brought you to me, a stunning woman who…

- That’s enough, Hunt. You’re clearly making her uncomfortable. Leave her alone. - A hand grabbed Hunt’s shoulder, and you snapped your head to the direction of whom it might be.

- What? You want her to yourself?! Lauda… Go away, I was here sooner!!

- You’re drunk. There are plenty of ladies who would kindly do anything you say so. Now fuck off. - He didn’t want to start a fight, but he wanted to sound demanding. He really wanted him to piss off.

- Jesus… - and just like that, without a word hi was gone.

You stared at the leaving figure for a couple of seconds before you looked at the other driver in the eyes and realized he was already looking at you, like he was searching for something.

- Are you alright?

- Yeah, I think so… Thank you, Mr. Lauda. - you said shyly.

- Oh please, call me Niki. - the corner of his mouth twitched up a little.

- Thank you… Niki. - you said again, with a slight blush - I think I should go… I don’t want to start more drama, and I have already stayed more than I am comfortable with… My friend will be fine, I just get a taxi or something… - you trailed off, halfly speaking to him, halfly just thinking out loud - I shouldn’t have come… - you added quietly, but he picked it up.

- Wait! Please… Come out with me to the balcony… Get some fresh air. You look a little bit railed up, I don’t want you to leave alone like this, to be honest. - he tried so say it as casual as possible, but he really was worried for you. A little bit. Maybe. He didn’t want to admit it to himself either.

You didn’t know what to say, so without thinking you just nod slightly and let him led you towards the balcony. As you passed by the dancing figures of the party, you felt Niki’s hand touch the lower of your back. He didn’t want to startle you more than this, he just wanted to make sure that no one could bump into you, and you could get to the damn balcony as soon as possibble. Well, that’s what he said to himself in that moment, that was the reason why he touched you, surely. He relaxed a little bit, when you weren’t complaining. And you certainly weren't planning to. On the balcony you just chatted for a while. You told him your name, why you were there, your job, little things like these. In exchange he told you about himself, his job, and how this season was going for him, his plans for the remaining time of the race. You also told him that you followed his race, the whole season, but you didn’t know everything, or rather didn’t understand everything. You liked cars, but you were no mechanic. There were a whole two weeks until the next race, which took place in the city. He offered you to go with him to his garage the next day. He could show you some stuff which might interest you. He also offered you to drive you home if you still want to leave, so you didn’t have to take a taxi or worse. You weren’t sure why, you just met this man, but there was a spark between the two of you. You said yes to him. For both things.

And now here you were, awkwardly standing at the Ferrari’s garage. During the last 2 weeks, you got to know Niki pretty well. You met him nearly everyday, either in his garage, talking to you while patching up the car, or taking you out to drinking. You weren’t together or anything. But you did liked him. A lot. You could see how he was sometimes stubborn and quick-tempered, but with you, he was way more softer. Although he rather did not show this side of him to anyone else. It was only for you. He wanted you to come to this race, but he didn’t want to drag you into any kind of gossip, which was very common in the F1 family, so you came here alone, he was already here. He got you a full-pass, so you could come to his garage, without anyone stopping you. You couldn’t see him yet, so you just stood there, out of the way of everyone. You felt a hand on your back.

- Well, well, isn’t that the beautiful lady from the that party? You missed me? - fuckin’ Hunt.

- I’m not here for you, Hunt. - you tried to say it as cold as humanly possible.

- Are you mad about our drunk incident? Look, let’s talk about that… - he stepped a few inch closer to you, as you would have liked it, trying to intimidate you.

- Get off her before I run you over with my car. - Niki appeared out of nowhere, his eyes were shooting lightnings. If looks could kill...

- Whoa, easy there Lauda. You really came here for him? - Hunt looked at you in disbelief - You have an interesting taste… - he trailed off as he walked away, again, no more words, grinning to himself.

Niki went to go after him to hit that grin off of Hunt’s face, but you grabbed his arm.

- Calm down, it’s okay. You have to concentrate on the race. Don’t let him get under your skin. - you tried to reason him, and it seemed to work. You had his full attention.

You only noticed it now, that in his free hand there was a jacket, a red one, just like his suit. He freed himself from your grasp, and showed you the back of the jacket. NIKI LAUDA was printed on it, with huge letters. Without letting you say anything, he grabbed it, and put it over your shoulders. He carefully fixed it, so it looked good on you.

- What’s this for? - you smiled, you liked the jacket that was given to you by him.

- Just to show everyone who you support, so they won’t dare to bother you anymore. - ha said casually, grinning proudly.

- Okay - you laughed - I am only here to only support you.

- Good. - he beamed at you.

You heard a voice calling for attention. The drivers had to get into their cars. Niki was ready to go but before he could have left you, you stepped on your tiptoes, put one of your hands on the side of his face, and gave a little peck on the other side.

- I’ll be waiting for you right here. Fuck Hunt up. - you whispered into his ear.

You moved back, but Niki quickly took a hold on you, before you went to far from him.

- I might be in love with you… Can I take you out to a dinner? - he asked with the biggest grin you had saw on him.

- As a date?

- Yes. - he said with confidence.

- Only if you win… - you smiled mischievously.

- Deal. - he returned the same smile.

He let go of you and stormed to his crew and car. He jumped into his car and put on his helmet. Before he closed of its lid, he looked at you last time. You locked eyes and he winked at you. You blushed deep, but kept smiling as he drove off to the track.

This is gonna be a good day...

#daniel brühl #daniel bruhl #niki lauda #niki lauda x reader #niki lauda x you #rush 2013

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absolutelyfizzing · 3 years

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potions class confessions (james potter x reader)

description - Reader is a potions natural and she gets paired up with James in class. While trying to make conversation they both let it slip that they might have a crush on each other. oops?

word count - about 1800

warning - Fluff!! avoidance and awkwardness, James being maybe a little shy ooc. Reader is a badass. House not specified but non Gryffindor is implied. Some negative self talk. There is also wolfstar!

MASTERLIST

Potions was by far your favorite class. The professor loved you and you had it with Gryffindor. This meant that you got to see him. James Potter. The golden boy of his year. You knew he was probably out of your league but you were pretty badass as well if you did say so yourself. You had top marks and were the seeker of Y/H. You were also widely liked, even though you weren't as loud or outspoken as the troublesome group of four in Gryffindor house. Your attention was drawn to your professor when he began to call out partners for the next couple weeks of the course. Your heart nearly stopped when he said you would be partners with none other than James Potter. Your heart picked up speed. You had a crush on the boy but you knew he was deeply infatuated with the beautiful Lily Evans of his own house. You knew better than to try to compete.

You looked over to where he sat with his friends and they were all giving him looks and shoving his shoulders. You thought they might be making fun of him for having to be partnered with you. You felt heat rise to your cheeks. He looked over and you made eye contact. Both of you looked away as quickly as possible and your cheeks darkened in color.

By the middle of class you had all migrated into your potion pairs and your assignment was to make a very simple healing potion that you could make in your sleep. It was more for practice than anything else. You hadn't spoken a word to James and he seemed unusually quiet. You had a suspicion that he didn't like you. He got pretty quiet whenever you were around and he sometimes would even leave the room when you entered. You didn't know why he didn't like you but you pressed on. And your crush persisted nonetheless.

"Quit staring at me, you're making me nervous." You mumbled as you began pouring in ingredients but you could feel his gaze on the side of your head.

You didn't look up when you heard him mutter a small, "Sorry." It was a short response and your heart sped up a bit at even the sound of his voice. Oh you were whipped and he wouldn't even talk to you.

"Do you wanna do this next part? You should participate if you want full marks on the assignment but I can keep going if you want me to." You offered, finally looking up at him. He was taller than you but his eyes were piercing. You held the spoon out a bit for him to take if he wanted and he smiled a bit at you before grabbing it. His hand brushing against yours had your heart fluttering and you thought you might just throw up. You both stared at the potion as James began to stir and he counted his rotations. When he got to 20 you threw something else in and he began to stir again, counting to 20 again. It was a bit tedious and ridiculously quiet.

"So, are you looking forward to the match tomorrow?" you tried to find a common discussion topic. He smiled a bit and took the spoon out of the cauldron. You looked to the clock and began the countdown of 5 minutes for the potion to sit before the next step.

"I'm very much looking forward to it. We are for sure gonna beat Y/H" he looked over at you slyly. You gasped dramatically.

"How dare you! I will have you know that I have caught the snitch in every match this year but one and that was because your beater hit me early in the game. I will be beating you tomorrow." You smirked. He looked at you with amusement in his eyes and he giggled a bit. He wasn't nearly as cocky alone as he was in large crowds.

"You're probably right. Our seeker is a bloody dud and it's unfair that we have to deal with him while Y/H has you, you're the best seeker Hogwarts has had in 50 years." He smiled at you, his volume matching yours, louder than your previous murmurs. You blushed under his gaze and under the praise that you hadn't expected. You thought he would tease you back instead of showering you with compliments.

"Flattery wont make me go easier on you, Potter. I'm still going to beat Gryffindor." you smiled., trying to bring the teasing back before the conversation got too serious and you revealed something you weren't supposed to. His eyes sparked at you and he smiled for a second longer before breaking your eye contact and chuckling.

"It was worth a try." He grinned, "You know, Remus was jealous I got to be your potions partner cause you're such a genius in potions and he's got to deal with stumble-y over there. " he nodded over to where you could see Remus trying to corral Sirius away from their cauldron as Sirius was a bit notorious for dropping things that happened to cause explosions. You laughed and blushed at the compliment.

"You do just fine on your own but thank you." You tried to calm your heart rate a bit. "Are they dating?" you questioned genuinely, still gazing at the duo across the room. You had seen them in the halls standing a bit close for friends and you thought you saw them holding hands once. James smiled like he was remembering something fondly and shakes his head.

"Not yet." he said simply. You quirked an eyebrow at him questioningly. "They've both got massive crushes on each other but refuse to see it. They'll figure it out eventually but for now its just endless flirting and it is downright exhausting." He said but all with a smile on his face, never an ounce of annoyance in his voice. "Have you had anyone catch your eye yet? I cant believe you aren't dating anyone." He continued to make conversation.

"I've thought about a few guys but the ones I like aren't the ones that like me." You tried to say lightly, avoiding eye contact with James. "But thats no big deal, I've got bigger things to worry about than who wants to take me to Hogsmeade next weekend or who's going to pick me up on the quidditch pitch when I've won that match tomorrow." You joked but James didn't really laugh.

"I want to." He looked at you before the timer you had set went off. Before you could say anything he started asking questions about what was next and you quickly threw the right ingredient in and stirred it three times. You raised your hand to call the professor over and while you were explaining your work you could feel James fidgeting behind you. The professor told you to sit tight the rest of class as you had finished early and you nodded at him before turning back to James.

"Are you pranking me or something?" You questioned lightly, already slightly upset that he would joke about something that you didn't want to joke about. You saw him look up into your eyes and furrow his eyebrows at you.

"No I'm not pranking you, why would you ask me that?" he asked, concern filled his voice. You looked down again and felt your heart pick up, your eyes stinging.

"Its just that I know that you have a think for Evans and I didn't know if you were kidding a second ago." you relied honestly. You felt a hand on yours before your pinkie was linked with his.

"I'm not pranking you. And I don't actually like Evans. I mean she's one of my best friends but me being in love with her was a rumor Sirius started as revenge for me telling Remus he liked him. I've.." He sighed a bit, "I've had a crush on you for a few years now actually." he looked sad. You moved so you were fully holding his hand and you squeezed.

"Look, if you're serious then I would love to go to Hogsmeade with you, I've liked you for a significant amount of time, I just don't want you to feel like you have to cause you pity me or something." you mumbled the last part. James looked at you inquisitively.

"Why would I pity you? As I've said you're the best seeker I've ever seen at Hogwarts and you can properly kick my ass in any class we happen to be in. And I promise I'm only half trying to get you to go easy on the match tomorrow." you smiled at the end and you chuckled a bit.

"Okay then, will you go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend?" You questioned, a bit more sure of yourself.

"Of course I will. I was also hoping I could steal a tie or two so I can properly represent when i'm at your matches. When you aren't actively crushing my team, that is." he smiled and your heart soared.

"I guess we will have to make a trade." you smiled and as soon as class let out you walked hand in hand into the corridor.

"Finally! Took you long enough, mate." you heard the voice of the raven haired boy behind you as he stood rather close to his not-yet-boyfriend. He pushed James a bit in the shoulder and held his hand out to Remus. Remus sighed and handed him a galleon.

"You couldn't have waited to make it official until the Hogsmeade trip? You've just cost me a galleon." he teased and you both laughed a bit.

"You should have let me in on the bet before hand and I could have kept it professional for another week." you smiled and James pushed you a bit from the side and you all laughed.

You looked over at him and his smile was so wide it made his eyes nearly close. You took a deep breath as you finished laughing and you started to pull him toward the dining hall where you were planning on getting dinner. His hand left yours and instead snaked up to you head so he could push your hair to press a kiss to the side of your head and you blushed deeply. You couldn’t have cared less when you heard a gagging sound behind you from the best friends of the man you hoped to be with for a longtime.

#james x reader #james potter #james potter imagine #james potter x reader #harry potter #harry potter imagine #hp imagine #hp fluff #fluff #imagine #james imagine #wolfstar #the marauders #marauders x reader #marauders imagine

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dyhayc · 3 years

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In The Dead Of Night

Pairing: Helmut Zemo x f!Reader (Hurt/Comfort - Angst in the beginning, fluff at the end)

Summary: The reader, a retired and cold-hearted Avenger, apologizes to Zemo for Sokovia after years of holding onto her guilt.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Sad monologue, slight suicidal ideals, cancer, dead parent, some swearing, the Avengers being apathetic

A/N: Sorry if it’s bad or Zemo’s too OOC, this is my first time writing fanfiction (though the first fanfic I published was my President Loki one). After years of considering writing my own fanfics, I can’t believe that Zemo is the one who finally made me crack… Anyways the final product is quite rough because I wasn’t sure how to write characters interacting (I explain more at the bottom), but I hope it’s at least readable lol

The song the reader sings in this oneshot is “Never Alone” by Lady Antebellum. I would recommend listening it’s a very sweet song <3

‘What am I doing here?’

The minutes slowly turn to hours as she sits staring straight ahead, glass in hand forgotten. The cool kitchen counter and water were warmed a long time ago by her body heat. The silence is threatening, her once steely and resolute composure fading to one of sadness and longing. The darkness allows her to see old memories more clearly, old memories that were a threat to her happiness.

‘A distraction,’ she thinks desperately, ‘I need an escape.’ But the only thing that comes to her head is a happier time, a time before the Avengers. When she’d spend her days complaining about minor things, like what was for dinner that evening or her mother’s choice of music. She didn’t realize how important those moments, meals, and songs would be to her now. A soft sigh leaves her lips. ‘Maybe once. Just once, I can indulge myself in the dead of night.’

In another room, Zemo swiftly slipped off his coat, hanging it up delicately as if it were a piece of art. Of course, the coat could genuinely be considered an artwork with how much he’d spent on it. He gently rubbed his temple as he continued with his nightly routine; maybe he should have lightened up on the drinking today. Oh well, what’s life without a bit of fun?

Deciding it would be best to have some water at least, he quietly opened the door and turned his head to the side to check if anyone was around. The only thing out of the ordinary was Y/N’s door which was slightly cracked open down the hall. Swiftly walking over, Zemo was about to knock on the wood when he hears a woman’s voice whispering from the kitchen. As he creeps closer and closer, he’s able to listen to the words she’s singing.

“May your tears come from laughing, you find friends worth having. With every year passing, they mean more than gold.” Her voice was strained and impossibly quiet, holding back emotion. But, to him, it was much more alluring that way. Such a display of feelings from her was unheard of. Even when she was with the Avengers, she was detached and distant.

He decided to stay in the shadows and listen. Perhaps he should have stepped out, but something inside told him to wait and just watch what was happening. After all, Y/N was an intriguing woman. Years ago, when Zemo researched the Avengers, she was the most fascinating to learn about. Most of her life was so secretive and elusive even he had trouble finding information about her.

He didn’t necessarily even need to know about Y/N. After all, she was retired and suffering from an almost fatal spinal cord injury (which meant she was no threat to him or his plan). And yet, there was always something about her that pulled him closer. Sadly, since her arrival in the “team,” Zemo had no chance to ever be alone in a room with her. It was almost like James and Sam didn’t trust him: an escaped convicted felon, criminal mastermind, and terrorist. Almost.

Y/N’s volume increases as the song progresses. Never above a soft tone, but certainly louder than the whisper before. Her emotions begin to bubble to the surface with every passing word until she’s tearing up, struggling to get the lyrics out as smoothly as she had before. Tears gently roll down her cheeks as she sings the last chorus. The lines, “wherever you fly, this isn’t goodbye,” feel like a stab to the heart and send a deep pang in her chest. As she sings the last word, “alone,” her voice drops to a whisper, then silence.

Zemo can see the tears still dripping onto her hands when he walks into the room. She doesn’t even flinch at his presence. He stares at her for a few seconds before she takes notice and sneers, “What? Is it illegal to be sad?” Accidentally allowing her sadness to melt into frustration as a self-defense mechanism was unfortunately common for Y/N. She wipes away her tears with her sleeve, letting out a soft sigh as Zemo grabs a glass and fills it with water.

“No, I don’t believe so,” he replies as he takes the water and leans against the kitchen island directly in front of her. A tense silence falls over them as Zemo drinks some of his water before asking with a head tilt, “How long have you been down here?”

All Y/N can do in response is mutter a meek, “shut up before you make me cry again.” They sit in silence again as Zemo finishes his water, walking over to the sink to set down his cup without washing it. He could clean it in the morning. Y/N sighs in relief, believing he’s going to walk away, but instead, he opts to stand right back where he was, leaning against the island. He looks at her as she keeps her eyes steady on the ground, finally asking a question that had been bugging him recently.

“Why? Why are you feeling so sad?” It wasn’t as if she hid it well, at least not from him. Every moment of every day, she carried herself like a ghost; even the liveliest of parties couldn’t bring light to her eyes. Not to mention the empty gazes she’d send his way when she thought he wasn’t looking.

The question knocks her breath away for a split second as she quickly contemplates whether or not to go through with her plan she had thought about meticulously for years. After all, she’d only come on this trip to talk to Zemo. She couldn’t care less about stopping the Flag Smashers. She’d had all the words ready for this exact moment, a perfectly crafted speech, but being here, talking to him, was a very different experience than rehearsing in her head.

“I miss my childhood,” she says. Her eyes were vacant and distant like she was there physically, but mentally she was miles away. “I miss the days when I was young. I took so many things I had for granted. Like my mother’s tastes in music, I’d always complain when she played that song. It all seems so trivial now.” She paused, slightly shaking her head and scoffing.

“Being in the Avengers took away everything I loved. Maybe it was selfish to wish that I had never joined the Avengers when I was more capable than other people to help the world. One in a billion.”

“With them, it was always missions, missions, missions. Everything revolved around missions. I was so focused on missions that I couldn’t even say goodbye to the one person I had left. Why? Because I had a mission, and if I wasn’t there, what good was I?” Y/N’s grip began to tighten on the glass in her hand at the mention of saying goodbye. Her eyebrows furrowing as a frown appeared on her face.

“My mother had cancer; she was dying. Instead of being there for her, instead of saying goodbye, I was on my way to a different continent to fight a vibranium robot because Tony Stark was so fucking stupid he couldn’t leave well enough alone!” Her voice now raised as she voiced her frustrations, getting angrier by the second. She paused and let out a deep, shaky breath.

When she began again, her voice had dropped down to a whisper, “I got the phone call on the quinjet to Sokovia, but all the Avengers could say was ‘I’m sorry for your loss, but we need to focus on the mission.’ When we arrived, I saw all the fighting, pain, and innocent people caught up in a completely avoidable situation. Everywhere I turned, on every civilian, I saw my mother’s face staring back at me.”

“I decided right then that I wanted to help. After the robots were gone, I’d stay behind and pull survivors and bodies out of the rubble. If I couldn’t have my own goodbye, at least I could help give closure to these people. Then I got hit, and as I lay on the ground facing the sky, I realized that if I died then, I could end my suffering and see her again. But they had to ruin that too,” she spat, her tone laced with spite.

Her eyes burned bright with rage, her grip on the glass so tight her knuckles turned white as she recalled what happened next. “They were all disappointed with me when I recovered and decided not to come back. They were especially upset when I didn’t help with Thanos, the first, second, and third time,” she sighed, the fire in her eyes put out as she sat in defeat.

“I can see it in their eyes, all of them. They’re disappointed in me for leaving. Disappointed in me for not completing the mission. Disappointed in me for not helping with Thanos. Disappointed in me for not coming to help during the five years half the population was gone. Just… disappointed,” the tears she’d kept at bay throughout the entirety of the speech now falling, but she couldn’t stop now; she had to do it. She had to apologize.

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry, I tried to tell Tony that Ultron was a bad idea from the start. I don’t care about this mission. I didn’t even come because Bucky and Sam asked me to. I mean, I’m barely even their acquaintance, let alone a friend. I came because of you. I needed to apologize to you, face to face. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I’m so sorry about your family. They didn’t deserve this. You didn’t deserve this.”

She was holding back sobs now; her eyebrows furrowed so heavily it hurt, her jaw clenched completely shut. She squeezes the glass with all her strength, so tight it might break under the pressure. Zemo, who had been silent and unmoving throughout the whole monologue, steps calmly towards her. He gently slips the cup out of her suffocating hold, walking over to the sink so he can pour out the warm water. As he sets the glass down on the countertop with a soft ‘tink,’ Y/N covers her face with her hands to hide her tears. The silence, the deafening silence, makes it harder and harder to contain herself, and before she knows it, she’s sobbing quietly into her palms.

Zemo quickly walks back, standing between her legs as he wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her into his body. Y/N loops her arms around his neck, letting her head fall into the crook as she cries. At the sounds of her sobs, he can feel tears start to gather in his own eyes, remembering a time when he too felt the heavy weight of guilt and loss, but he swiftly blinks them away. Zemo slightly leans down, resting his cheek against the side of her head, allowing his eyes to flutter shut as he gently rubs one of his hands comfortingly on her back.

“Shhh, it’s alright, Y/N,” he coos softly, being careful not to upset her further, before carrying on, “I know you’re sorry. I accept your apology.” Slowly she began to calm down, focusing on the reassuring words he continued to speak. During this time, there was a short period of silence where Zemo was acutely aware of the tears soaking into the collar of his dress shirt. ‘This is my favourite shirt,’ he thought with a soft sigh, ‘oh well. I guess I’ll just have to buy a new one…’ He hesitated in his thinking, opening his eyes and glancing at the girl in his arms before shutting them again. ‘Maybe two…’

When Y/N gains enough control over her emotions, she says, “This is wrong. You shouldn’t be c-comforting me. You’re the one I-I hurt,” her stutters caused by uneven breathing and uncontrollable crying.

Zemo lightly shakes his head before responding, “I have had years to reflect, accept, and move on from my grief. You’ve had years to internalize your grief, to let it grow until you snapped. It was inevitable. I’ve made peace with most of my demons; I can help you make peace with yours.”

Y/N tries to keep calm, but the feeling his words bring is overwhelming. Her tears were bubbling to the surface before she can even recover from her last sobs. As she cries again, Zemo goes back to comforting her. He overhears her whimpering a weak, “I’m sorry,” but decides not to comment on it in fear it would make her even more upset.

As she finally composes herself, she unwraps her arms from his neck and crosses them over her chest. Y/n raises her shoulders and tilts her head down as if she’s trying to fold in on herself. Zemo takes note of this behaviour, recognizing that she must feel very vulnerable crying in front of someone else.

He grabs a small and fluffy towel from the counter, wetting it with lukewarm water from the sink. He steps back, placing a finger under her chin, and lifts, gently wiping the tears off her face. Y/N swallows nervously, intensely staring at the decorative handcrafted flooring, unable to make eye contact with the Baron.

Flipping the towel and refolding it, Zemo wipes his neck off as well. She panics, knowing his expensive shirt was probably ruined, quickly looking up at him and apologizing. He shakes his head in response, lightly scolding her, “Stop apologizing. Everything is alright, I promise.” A light blush begins to form on her face, making Y/N look down again, letting her hair fall into her face, effectively hiding it.

Softly smiling, he raises his hand to grip her chin gently. Zemo runs his thumb lightly across the bottom of her jaw as she leans into his touch. He doesn’t want to force her to look at him, knowing how uncomfortable it might make her feel, so he allows her to continue her little staring match with the ground. After a few more seconds of silence, he whispers, “Run away with me.”

This abrupt request shocks Y/N. Her eyes snap up to meet his for a split second, to see how serious he was, before flickering nervously back down. He sees her hesitance and continues, gently grabbing her right hand with his free one, hoping to persuade her, “I want to go to the Sokovian memorial. You and I both know James would deny me if I asked.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” she responds quietly. There’s no way Bucky or Sam would trust Zemo to go anywhere that wasn’t relevant to their current mission. Not when he so easily slipped away at Dr. Nagel’s hideout. He seems pleased with her small joke, chuckling and tilting his head, awaiting an answer.

“I believe, if we went, we could both find some sort of… closure.”

For being one short sentence, his reasoning was compelling. Not to mention her lack of commitment to Sam, Bucky, defeating the Flag Smashers, and even saving the world at this point. It couldn’t hurt to leave with him. She could just claim she was a hostage if they got caught anyways. The choice was obvious.

“Yes,” she begins slowly, taking a deep breath. Her eyes raise to hold his gaze as she continues, “I’ll… I’ll go with you.” What was meant to be a confident statement came out soft and a bit hesitant, but he smiled all the same. Zemo’s brilliant smile was infectious, and she soon found herself grinning back up at him. He lifts her hand that he’s holding to press a soft kiss to her knuckles before letting go and leaning against the counter, putting his weight on his palms.

“You know, you never answered my question. How long have you been down here?”

Gently fiddling with her sleeve, Y/N answers, “I got my glass of water at 10.”

Zemo sighs, glancing at the clock that reads 2:48 am, before saying, “Come, let’s get you to bed. You’re going to need sleep. We have a big day tomorrow.” He holds out a hand for her to take, which she does, hopping off the counter. He leads her to her room at the entrance to the hall, the door already ajar from when she left earlier in the evening.

From behind, he leans down and gently presses a kiss to the top of her head, smoothing some of the loose hairs there, whispering, “Goodnight, sleep well.” Her heart skips a beat at the small shows of affection. Quickly, she turns to watch him walk down the hall, open his door, and go inside his room, shutting the door behind himself with a soft click. Tired from the crying, Y/N sighs lightly and goes inside her own room, ready to fall into a deep sleep but nervous for the day ahead of them.

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A/N: I need to stop using so many commas, lmao. I have to admit, writing this was a little bit embarrassing, as I’ve never really written anything romantic before. The most experience I have with creative writing is world-building, so this is a definite change. I hope it wasn’t too bad, though :-D

Also, since this was the first fanfic I wrote, I did use Y/N a lot. I was thinking of maybe trying to write something from the second point of view, but I don’t really have that much experience writing fanfic, so idk how that would go?

Please consider liking, commenting, or reblogging! I'd love to hear any constructive criticism, thank you!

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acciofanfics · 4 years

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Of Course I Knew (Sirius Black x Reader) SMUT

Request: hello! i was wondering if u could do a smut with young sirius black where the reader is like friends w him but she’s v inexperienced and like insecure abt it?? like she hasn’t had her first kiss and she thinks that’s unattractive but he’s like “nope that’s hot” thank you in advance!

Pairing: Young Sirius Black x FemReader

Warnings: Underage sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), maybe language?

Word Count: 1926

A/N: Okay, so I’m trying to push myself with smut writing so any constructive criticism is welcome. Requests are still open and desired. I hope Sirius isn’t too OOC and I’m jumping on the Ben Barnes as young Sirius train! - S

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(Y/N) regretted her decision as soon as she sat down next to her friends. James shot her a goofy grin, “So Matthew, eh?”

She let out a long sigh. All she’d done was accept an offer to Hogsmeade with him, but somehow she had known that would be enough for the teasing. “What’s wrong with Matthew?” She didn’t even like the guy that much and she doubted she’d see him again outside of class, but he seemed more normal than not.

“Well you tell us, (Y/N), you clearly know him better than the rest of us!” Sirius snickered, “Or at least what he’s telling blokes...”

Her face turned bright red. Why that slimy git! The only thing they had done was hold hands.... of course she didn’t really want to tell them that either. 7th year and she hadn’t even kissed a boy. She looked up at Lily who was ready to defend her friend, but (Y/N) quickly stopped her, “Well that’s not of your business, is it? Go ask him if you’re looking for bloody details...”

Lily did not approve of (Y/N)’s lying, and she even told her so. (Y/N) agreed that lying probably wasn’t the best course of action, but she just didn’t want to deal with the teasing that would come from telling the truth. Sure, Remus and Peter would probably leave her alone, but they both knew James and Sirius would get a good laugh. (Y/N) just assumed that she’d let the Matthew rumor play out and soon everything would go back to normal.

That had been wishful thinking. It’d been nearly a week and Sirius still had not let it go. James didn’t even have to be around for him to enjoy the nagging. (Y/N) was about to explode; she grabbed Sirius by his robes and pulled him into one of the many empty rooms of Hogwarts, “Is this what you did with Mat-“

“Oh come off of it, Sirius! You know nothing happened between us! What do you want me to say?! I’m pathetic I haven’t snogged a guy much less slept with one! Happy?”

“Well not entirely... of course I knew nothing happened between you and Matthew, he’s an idiot. I was wondering how long it’d take you to come clean. I’ve been mostly curious as to why you’ve been so keen on us thinking something did happen?” Sirius questioned her, he’d leave the part about him being jealous out for now. It just seemed rather unimportant at the moment.

“You guys are brutal, you know? This much trouble over Matthew... I knew you’d make fun of me even more if you knew how... inexperienced I was.” (Y/N) sighed and looked towards her feet.

“You really think we’d make fun of you for being a virgin? We have moony for that!” Sirius cracked a joke hoping it’d lighten the mood a bit.

“No I think you’d make fun of me because I haven’t even been kissed. I’m sure not even Wormtail is that pathetic...” (Y/N) mimicked his idea of a joke, it seemed to work because he chuckled.

“That’s not pathetic... it’s hot.” Sirius waited until she was looking back up at him before he continued. “But if you’re so worried, I would be more than happy to help you out.”

(Y/N) thought about it... she always had a little crush on Sirius, but honestly she assumed most girls did (he was quite handsome). Would this ruin their friendship? It seemed doubtful, even if there was a new tension between them it would probably run its course and/or Sirius would go out of his way to make sure a comfortable air returned. He was a fiercely loyal friend. “Okay.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. As long as he had been waiting for this moment, he would’ve just slammed his lips into hers, but considering it was her first kiss, he opted for a more gentle approach. He grabbed her waist with one hand and pulled her to him, and laid one on her. His lips were firm but soft against hers, and acting purely on instinct and a little bit of what she had seen in books, magazines and movies when she wrapped her arms around him. Sirius smiled against his lips; he took the kiss a step further and gently flicked his tongue across hers and swept it in when she parted them in surprise.

(Y/N) was going with the flow... that was the best she could think of. She wasn't completely naive to what was going on. She was seventeen years old; she'd had thoughts and heard talk and being half-blood there was no shortage of information available to her when she was home for the summer... she’d learned a few things, of course reading/watching and actually doing were two different things. Sirius thought she must’ve been a liar or a natural, because it was one of the best kisses he’d had in awhile (perhaps who it was with helped too).

Breathless, the two parted and Sirius being Sirius had to speak first, “You sure you’ve never done this before?”

“Oh, shut up...” (Y/N) blushed. Sirius... always the jokester.

“As you wish.” Sirius leaned down and kissed her again. He was pleased to see she immediately reacted to him; briefly he was worried he might've been overstepping a boundary. She had agreed to a first kiss not a second one, but that worry melted away quickly.

(Y/N) slowly felt her nerousness disappate, and she moved naturally with him. Sirius carefully backed the girl into one of the dusty desks, and helped her up by grabbing her thighs and lifting. She instinctively wrapped her legs around him, and once she was safely on top she loosened her grip on him. Sirius instead pushed himself closer to her and grabbed her thighs again to keep her wrapped around him. (Y/N) had no problem obliging his request, he clearly knew what he was doing and was happy to learn.

Her robes were pushed off of her shoulders and she shook her arms out of the sleeves. There were still entirely too many layers for his liking but he didn’t have to worry about it too much... (Y/N) immediately loosened her tie and broke away to peel off her sweater. Sirius too her absence to play catch up, discarding every article of clothing that she had, plus one (he never liked that stupid tie).

(Y/N) let out a soft moan when Sirius’ mouth found her neck. The noise egged him, his gentle nips because a little harsher; perhaps he was secretly hoping to leave a mark on her flesh. His fingers worked on the buttons on her shirt and being the gentleman he was he helped her out of it.

Sirius paused for look at her. Her skin was flushed and her lips swollen, and she was completely bare from the waist up except for the tie that hung between her breasts. “Blood hell, (Y/N)...”

She would’ve assumed she would have been embarrassed in the situation, but oddly enough, (Y/N) felt more excited than anything else. She could see that the front of his trousers fit a little tighter than they did when they first walked into the room and she knew Sirius well enough to know they look on his face was not a displeased one. Feeling the slightest bit confident, she leaned back on her elbows and let him take in the sight. She found herself disappointed when he didn’t kiss her again, instead he leaned in ghosting his lips across hers while he began working on removing his own shirt, “Has anyone seen you like this?”

“No,” (Y/N) whimpered, ready for him to touch her again.

“I’m the only who’s got to kiss you, the only one who’s gotten to see your body, to touch it. Do you have any idea how much that turns me on?” Sirius growled against her ear.

“No, but you could show me.” That was all it took to make Sirius snap. They’d definitely be missing Potions today, but screw it. Remus and Lily would probably share their notes after a good scolding.

His lips found hers again and in a flash they were gone. Abandoning hers for a new adventure. (Y/N) didn’t mind one bit in fact she was in favor of his endeavor. A shiver shot through her spine when his tongue flicked across her hardened nipple. And her nails dug into the wood of the desk when he took it in his mouth. Another low moan fell from her lips while he used his hands and his mouth to turn her mind foggy.

Sirius let his other hand slip under her skirt, he teased her through her damp underwear for a few moments, but then slipped his fingers past them and into her. Sirius pumped his fingers into her, hopefully getting her more familiar with the sensation and getting her to relax. His original plan was to go torturously slow until she begged for him, but he found his own self palming his erection for a little relief. When she moaned out his name, that was enough for him.

He worked fast to get the rest of their clothes off. (Y/N) felt like she was in a daze, intoxicated by everything he was doing to her, because the next thing she knew she felt Sirius rubbing his cock against her, getting himself well lubricated for the next step. “You sure this is what you want?”

Unable to form words she nodded and screwed her eyes shut when he began to slide into her. It wasn’t entirely bad at all; different, and an adjustment but absolutely tolerable. Sirius on the other hand was having to will himself to keep his cool, a low groan erupted from his throat as he fully sheathed himself inside the girl. Soon enough he’d be able to properly drive into her until she couldn’t stand to walk, but that’d be another time. This time, her first time he pulled out slowly, enjoying the way she made his dick glisten.

(Y/N) thought that perhaps sex was a bit over hyped in the cosmopolitan magazines her mother got, but slowly her body began to adjust. She began to enjoy the slow drag of him pulling out and then pushing back in and then when he quickened his pace it was nothing less than pleasurable. When Sirius felt her relax he began to adjust his thrusts, still not pounding her into oblivion, but fast enough they’d both be satisfied. Sirius reached between them teasing the bundle of nerves between her legs, he rubbed until (Y/N) let out a strangled cry and he felt her tighten around him.

His hips snapped a little quicker and his rhythm became a little more sporadic as he felt a familiar feeling getting closer. Sirius focused on the girl in front of him, she was still riding out her her high and utterly awe-striking, he couldn’t believe what he was doing. Watching her writhe beneath him brought him closer and it wasn’t long before he gave into the pleasure himself; thrusting a few more times before stilling himself inside of her.

“Wow... I see why people enjoy that so much.” (Y/N) let out an exhausted laugh.

“I’d like to put in a formal request that I be the only one you do this with.” Sirius chuckled along with her, but not because he was joking, “I’ve never been that great at sharing.”

“As long as you’re aware I feel the same, Black.”

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