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patrophthia · 1 year

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how you get the girl | regulus black

pairing: CFO!regulus black x best friend!reader

genre: fluff, song fic, love confession under the rain, more fluffffff, muggle CFO!au where the marauders all work together, regulus being babied (as he should) golden retriever reg, not beta read

wc: 1.7k?

this is request ! thank u for sending it in, i know this is a month late but here it is anyways!!

Working for the Black brothers had its perks, you’re well paid, you get to travel quite often for work, you’ve met tons of celebrities due to your line of work, and most importantly, you get to put them in their place —though you call this the best friend privilege.

Talk about a work life balance.

Black was at its highest peak when Regulus’ father passed away, leaving his two sons to step in and do the job as the CEO and CFO of their family’s luxury brand.

Their positions were set in stone, Sirius will be leading the company as a CEO and Regulus will be by his side as the CFO. And Sirius, with the amount of power he has, was quick to think of you when it came to choosing an assistant for his brother.

Because —and this was his logic— if you’ve tolerated being friends with him for as long as you’ve had, you’d be able to handle his princess attitude when it came to work.

And seeing as you were quite literally jobless at the time, the prospect of working for/with (the lines between those two were thin) your best friend did not seem bad at all.

“Where are you going?”

You turn back to the owner of the voice, Regulus lingering by his office’s door. “To grab a snack.”

“It’s dinner time,” he says, as if he’s only remembering it now.

“Yeah smart ass,” you fix him a look. “That’s why I’m going to grab a snack.”

Regulus doesn’t look all too pleased, “wait here.”

You contemplate doing as you’re told or just heading towards one of the vending machines so you could get back to work.

Regulus comes back out, his coat, and yours, in hand as he picks up your purse. He makes his way towards you, helping you into your coat despite your confused stare before slipping his own on. “We’re going to dinner.”

“Are you paying?” You were a simple person. A free meal is a free meal. So when Regulus nods, you smile at him. “Let’s go.”

The two of you begin walking towards the elevator, a few employees bidding goodbyes and good nights here and there. “Have you thought about it?”

“About?” Regulus murmurs, unsure of what you’re trying to say.

“That girl?” You say in a questioning tone, a bit muddled by his cluelessness. “The one Sirius said you liked?”

Sirius and his constantly running mouth. Why did Regulus ever tell his brother that he had his eyes set on someone he’d never understand. He made a stupid decision and now he has to face its consequences.

“Oh.” He says as if he’s only remembering it now, as if that ‘girl’ wasn’t standing besides him as he attempts to take her out to dinner. “What about her?”

You turn to look at him and Regulus can’t help but turn to meet your eyes in return. “Have you thought about how you’d get the girl?”

“Not really.” The elevator dings, the door opens and you were quickly greeted by James who was not only a friend of Sirius but a model who was married to one of Black’s most well known designers. “Should I have?”

“Should you have what?” James asks.

You turn to James. “Think about how he’d get the girl.”

“Oh really?” He says in a knowing tone. “Well isn’t this exciting?”

“Don’t start Potter,” Regulus clearly annoyed, the amused smiles on the other two occupying the elevator not missed by him. “Why are you still here? Shouldn’t you be home with Harry?”

“Don’t try to change the topic,” James says with a slight frown. “You know I could always give your advice, right?”

Begrudgingly, Regulus nods. “Yes.”

You grin, finding the situation more than entertaining. Ever since Regulus stepped up as the CFO in a company where most of his brother’s friends worked at, he was more often than not, babied. And you can’t help but find it a bit adorable.

“Good,” James says. The elevator door dings again, signalling that they’ve finally made it to their destination. “Now give the lady her purse back.”

It was only then you’d realised that you never took your stuff off of Regulus’ hands, him having held onto it without a single complaint.

“Are you going to dinner?” A nod from the both of you had James stepping out of the elevator. “Have fun on your date!”

There’s no point in correcting him, it has happened a hundred times by now. Whenever you and Regulus had plans, the Marauders — a team consisting of the CEO, two models (James and Remus), and one designer, never failed to call it a date.

You meet Reg’s eyes with a small smile. “Shall we get started on our date?”

Regulus fiddles with your bag still in his hand. A bag he’d asked Lily to design specifically for you. He returns your smile. “Lead the way.”

Half a year of —what Sirius had called mindless pining later, Regulus finally caved in and went to his brother’s only married friend for advice.

Once he heard James’ ‘advice’ he wishes more than anything to forget everything he’d said, and to not even attempt it had it not been Lily and Dorcas saying that it worked on them.

Marlene had used the same methods as James to get the girl. So if it had worked twice then surely it would work again, right?

Step one should in theory be easy. Rain was romantic, or at least it ideally is (as seen in chick flick), so ultimately, a confession under the pouring rain should do the trick.

“You’re going to stand there and you’re going to tell her how you feel,” James says sternly. “You’re going to tell her what you want. That’s how you get the girl.”

For some reason he doesn’t really believe him. But Sirius is patting him encouragingly on the back so he lets the fantasy of being swept away during a rainstorm mid confession fade away.

He was going to make this work.

The weather forecast was right. Today would be a rainy night, not too harsh but not a sprinkling either, it was perfect for him to try to win you over. Or at least try to.

You were quick to open your door, not wasting a single second after him having rang your bell. “Regulus?” You ask, and when he doesn’t make the move to come in during the pouring rain, you follow up. “What are you doing? Get in.”

The rain is now drenching his very expensive shoes. The droplets are cold, the wind is harsh, he was going pale, practically shivering but he was not going to give up so soon. “I need to talk to you,” he says, not moving an inch.

“Yeah we can do that in here,” you say, clearly concerned for your friend. “Are you insane?”

Regulus shakes his head, and you decide you’ve had enough, stepping into your home to grab an umbrella before running towards him, you quickly pull him into your house —not without reprimanding him.

“What were you thinking?” You scold. “What’s so important you have to talk to me right now? In the pouring rain too.”

Regulus finds that he likes it better when you’re like this. When you’ve yelling at him as you wrap a towel around him. This was why he loved you, you cared for him in every way that is nowhere near artificial. And he’s known that for a while now. So it was about time he did something about it.

“I love you.”

You pause in your step. Regulus assumes that you were on your way to find him something to change into based on your direction. You resume your way into your bedroom where a set of spare pyjamas were reserved for Regulus. Muttering about how much of an idiot he was on the way.

You return soon after, pyjamas in hand. “Go shower, change. Then we’ll talk.”

Again, Regulus finds himself being babied, this time though, instead of being babied by his brother and his friends, he was being babied by you. And he doesn’t think he minds it all too much.

You sit him down at your vanity when he was done, a hand reaching for your hair dryer. “You shouldn’t say stuff like that,” you tell him after a while, your hand roaming around his curls as you attempt to dry it. “It’s not funny.”

Bewilderedly, Regulus says. “I wasn’t trying to be funny.”

“Really?” You laugh dryly. You then tsked, going over your words. “Then what about that girl? From a few months back?”

“That was you,” he says after a beat. “It’s always been you.”

You pull your hands away from him, setting the hairdryer down as you look at him, settling yourself on your vanity. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

He doesn’t fully understand what was going on but based on your words, and what he considers context clues, you might just reciprocate his feelings. “Because, I didn’t know how to.”

You purse your lips. “I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

“And it won’t,” Regulus says, cautiously reaching for your hand. You let him take it. “I want you for better or for worse and if you’re scared what might happen between us ruining our friendship then we can take it slow, I’d wait forever and ever for this.”

Black family and their flair for dramatics, huh?

“Okay, let’s do this.” You take a deep breath. “Only if you promise me one thing though.”

Regulus brings your hand up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss on it. “Anything.”

“Don’t do that again,” you tell him. “I’m not going to work for you if you have a massive cold, let alone kiss you.”

“I promise,” Regulus says, smiling. “Now can I kiss you?”

You nod, pushing yourself off of the vanity and closer to him, Regulus places a careful hand on your waist and pulls you in, just a second before your lips touch you hear a sniffle, and then, inevitably, Regulus shifts to his side, sneezing loudly.

When he looks back at you, his nose is red, his lips are prominent pout as he processes the fact that you won’t be kissing anytime soon.

You pat his cheeks (or cheekbones really). “Next time,” you tell him. “If you’ve waited half a year to tell me you love me then you can wait a week to kiss me.”

—from bee: i wrote this at 2am im tired help

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kquil · 1 year

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WATER POPPY : TIMESTAMPS

KEY : ✿ fluff ❄︎ angst ☁︎ hurt/comfort ✦ readers favourite

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JAMES POTTER

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pray4saint · 9 months

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s ! inbox fics update woohoo

– answered fics !!

bsf!ted nivison x reader, where ted promises you all his firsts ; dropped into charlie's inbox | my rb

roommate!bsf!schlatt x reader, where reader fesses up their feelings for their roommate ; dropped into meri's inbox | my rb

ted nivison x streamer!reader, where ted comforts his highly publicised situationship ; dropped in judah's inbox | my rb

poly!bsfs!tedschlatt x reader, where ted and schlatt get protective over you, their best friend, who they may or may not have feelings for ; dropped in void's inbox | my rb

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– fics to be written !!

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fwb!sapnap x reader, where your no strings attached arrangement starts to attach strings

bsf!foolish x reader, where high school party games expose secret feelings

situationship!poly!tedschlatt x reader, where your situationships appear on your love or host

situationship!karl x reader, where karl is tired of not putting a label on it but also is scared of being rejected

fwb!dream x reader, where dream wants to be more and insists on taking you on real date despite how many times you told him you didn't want anything serious

assisstant!foolish x ceo!reader, where foolish is so obviously in love with you but you're so flooded in work you don't notice

hookup!roommate!sapnap x reader, where you and sap have to re-navigate your relationship as roommates after an accidental, drunken night of fucking each other [roommates!dteam]

MARAUDERS ;;

sirius x delinquent!prankster!reader, where you meet sirius in detention and he finds out you might be even more trouble than him, but he can't help but fall in love

remus x transfer student!reader, where you bump into remus one day on your way to class and he takes you under his wing, unbeknownst to him he'd fall in love

james x sirius' sibling!reader, where you show at to the potter's in the middle of the night, during break, injured, looking for your brother after an explosive fight with your mom

#saint txt !!#will be updated as things change #s ! inbox fics #there's a lot going on here #dteam #dream team #chuckle sandwich #chuckle sammy #marauders #marauders era

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thatblackravenclaw · 2 years

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I Can't Do It Anymore

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author note: I'm sorry y'all but I legit cannot find a gif for this fic and also I don't have it in me to write smut today. Also, boys are very stupid. Okay enjoy the fic :)

au: modern CEO

poly!marauders x fem!reader

word count: 1.3k

warning(s): angsty, lack of communication, illusions to smut at the end, talk of a breeding kink

I have to leave. What’s the point in being in a relationship with 3 men that are always busy? They work from sun up to sun down, when they get home they go straight to sleep, and on weekends they do more work. I get it they’re busy and I respect the dedication to their job, but I truly have no purpose. We don’t even see each other.

Packing up this bag right now is one of the hardest yet easiest things I’ve had to do. I look at all the gowns that they bought me for when I would go to their corporate events. My favorite was always the red strapless one. It has a short train as it pools to the floor and has a gold shimmer when in certain light. The very first dress they bought me.

I only have about 30 minutes until they get back so it’s about time I get going. I roll the suitcase behind me as I walk to the door. I stop at the threshold and look around one last time.

As I close the door, I turn around and find Marlene, my bodyguard, in front of me.

“And where are you going?”

I freeze. Every emotion hitting me at once. The one that stands out the most is sadness.

“Marls, I love you so much. Thank you for protecting me these past 4 years, but this is one thing you couldn’t have protected me from.”

She looks me in my eyes with sympathy.

“You’re leaving aren’t you?” She states more than she asks.

I smile and nod my head as the tears well in my eyes. She grabs me and holds me tight.

“You never needed a bodyguard. You’re gonna kick ass, babe.” She whispers in my ear before letting me go.

I grab the handle of my suitcase and continue on to my car without looking at her. If I did, I for sure would second guess my decision to leave. She’s my best friend.

I put the bag in the trunk and step into the front seat and drive away from the place I once called home.

-.-.-.-.-

Remus’ POV

“We should retire.” I hear Sirius say.

“We’re 27.” I respond with a sigh.

“So? We’re rich.”

“We’d could become richer if we don’t retire right now.” James replies.

Their argument continues as background noise as I focus more on driving. I just want to get home and see y/n. A part of me agrees with Sirius, but for different reason. The company honestly can run without us having to constantly be there. We could step back a bit and spend more time with y/n. Maybe have some kids. We all talked about it when we first got married, but me and the guys wanted to have a steady enough job before starting a family. I think we’re at that point.

“How do you guys feel about kids.” I ask openly.

“Annoying little vermin. Why?” Sirius says.

“No, you oaf. I mean with y/n.” I say as I roll my eyes.

“OH! Yeah. I can picture it.”

“Me too, but why are you asking?” James also says.

“We’re wealthy CEOs that have what they want with a drop of a pin. We’re steady. I think we should ask y/n if she still wants kids.”

“Why not.” Sirius says with a shrug.

And with that it’s decided. Now I’m doubly excited to see her when we get home in a few minutes.

-.-.-.-.-

Your POV

How do I change my number and still get a million calls a day? I’ve been ignoring it for the past hour, but this is getting ridiculous. I look over at the caller ID and see that it’s Marlene.

“What’s up babe?” I ask worriedly.

“Where are you and why did you change your number?” I hear a gruff voice ask. It’s Sirius.

“Wow. I’m surprised you guys noticed that quickly.”

“Please come home y/n. Why did you leave?”

I can’t help, but hear my heart break as I hear Remus’ tone. I almost lose my composure for a second.

“Am I on speaker?” I ask.

“Yes.” They all say at once.

“Don’t worry about where I’m at. Just know that the divorce papers should be there tomorrow. I left all the stuff that you guys bought me.”

“Why did you leave.” James asks with a quiver in his voice.

“Because we just weren’t working. You guys are busy and I respect that, but I don’t want to be the longing housewife anymore. I love you guys, but I believe this is the end of us.”

I go to hang up when I hear a voice yell, “wait”.

“Tomorrow. Let’s meet tomorrow. Here. Can we please talk one more time before you want nothing to do with us anymore.”

Against my better judgement I say, “Okay.”

I can’t believe I’m doing this. I made a big ass exit just to go back to talk. I feel a bit foolish. I shouldn’t have said yes.

I stay parked outside the house for a few minutes. I could just go back to my new place. I could turn around right now and they wouldn’t even know.

The front door open and out comes Sirius. I accept my fate and turn off the car.

He hold the door open for me and I walk in swiftly. Rem and James are sitting on the couch, awaiting my arrival I assume. I sit down in the accent chair that’s adjacent to the couch and look around.

“I’m not quite sure why I’m here. I basically told you guys everything last night.”

“We stepped back. From the company.” Remus says.

“You what?” I say with my eyebrows raised in surprise.

“We stepped back.” James re-enforces.

“But why? That’s your guy’s life. That’s your baby.”

“No. You are.” Sirius says as he sits up and reaches for my hand.

I feel myself gravitate towards the couch. I sit in between Remus and Sirius while looking down at our intertwined hands.

“Please come back.” Remus says with a noticeable quiver.

“I- I don’t know. I don’t know if I can risk going through that again. What’s the point of a marriage if I don’t even get to see you? I can’t feel that way again. I just can’t.”

“You won’t! We promise you won’t.” James says.

“And how do I know that?” I ask.

“Because you are way more important than any company. If you want us to sell it, we will.”

“Woah.” I say with a laugh. “We don’t need to go that far. I just want to know that it would really be different this time.”

“It would be. Especially if you’re having our baby.” I look up to see a glint of mischief in Remus’ eyes.

“I knew you guys just wanted to breed me.” I say with the same look.

“That, and,” James says as he kneels in front of me, his hands caressing my thighs, slowly spreading them. “We promised you that we would try for one once we were steady.”

“Well guess what baby.” Sirius says as he places a kiss on my neck.

“We’re steady.” Remus huskily says in my ear and then placing a kiss on my cheek.

“Okay. Okay!” I say with a trembling moan in my tone. “We’re not conceiving our baby on the sofa.”

Without any more words spoken, we head upstairs. Sirius throws me over his shoulder. Claims I was slowing them down. Before I know it, I’m being thrown on the bed and being looked at with nothing but lust and desire.

“What would you like to do, my love? This night is all about you.” James says.

I pretend to think for a moment.

“I believe we’re wearing too much clothing gentlemen.”

They all smirk at each other before undressing. I don’t move a muscle. I sit back and enjoy the show.

#marauders x fem!reader #marauders x you #marauders fic #marauders angst #marauders x y/n #marauders x reader #marauders fanfiction

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lemme-just-oops · 1 year

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Thank you for all your arcana twilight writings!

Can we get arcana twilight boys x isfj reader?

Alpheratz: You better begin relaxing before he puts sleeping spells on you. Being kind and loving is good and he loves it on you, but please know your physical limits. When he suspects that someone takes advantage of your kindness, he always tells you to set boundaries. And if you assure him that you are fine, you see the tension leave his shoulders. Stars, he prays you are right.

Arcturus: You two are most likely to infect each other with actions that help others. It might become a bet between the two of you, who can bring more good deeds to the world, and every time, Spica wins. You are each other's shoulder to cry on, because both of you have a different way to observe emotions. A way, most other people do not recognize, so it simply is easier to talk to each other than anyone else.

Pollux: Somehow, the two of you have this sixth sense for the other one's well being and it tends to creep others out. You fell down the stairs and he teleports to you with ice. His mood hangs low, so you text or call him, asking if he wants to talk. You may not be able to verbalize how you know it, but it is thanks to your observant behaviour. You realize the smallest changes in him, that he never consciously makes, and he appreciates that you often predict his mood changes before they happen. Rewards you with your favorite snacks. And since you always help him, he asks you to lean back and let him spoil you once in a while. He only caused one kitchen fire when trying to cook your favorite meal.

Sirius: If you ever humble yourself too much again, he is gonna pack that confidence in you in other ways. You are cool and admirable, treat yourself as such! Have you ever been slapped with so much kindness that you grow suspicious? Yeah, that is him right now. But he has no ulterior motive except to make you more confident and arrogant. You are the only one he ever compliments, and he does it in private, so no one ever gets jealous.

Spica: He also tends to refuse help or support, but he began working on it. He sees similar patterns in you and regularly asks if you need support. If you refuse, he will ask if you can work next to each other, because it feels less isolated. If you agree, you already have more support than you ever realize. Your snack drawer on the desk never seems to run out, he turns up your songs to help the two of you concentrate. Whatever it is, he got you. You may get a massage seat too.

Vega: He follows you and your principles to the end of the world. Who said you needed to defend the beauty of this world by yourself? This is not your burden, and he helps you where you can. Vega is amazing at catching glimpses of your greatest goals from even the shortest of talks, and decides to help you out. If you value animals, you may realize that a lot of endangered species begin to recover due to your and his efforts! If you value the environment, it can be annoying to work, but he always keeps a clear head and helps you gaze forward. Human rights? Please make sure to tell him that enslaving CEOs is not the right way to fight this.

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bettercallwillow · 2 years

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Could you write Ceo!Sirius where the reader sits naked (and a collar but that's optional) under his desk while he is in a meeting. And all the men in the meeting know about her under his desk bit does not dare say anything.

the whole ceo trope has been living in my head for weeeeeeks now sgdywuye i just love it sm so i might make this into a full fic one day

my little pet; sirius black

summary; sirius likes to keep you sat under his desk waiting for him to finish his meeting

warnings; dom!sirius, ceo!sirius, slight humiliation, exhibitionism, dumbification kinda

✩.･*:｡≻───── ⋆♡⋆ ─────.•*:｡✩

"So how are sales looking this month?" Sirius asked his employees, leaning against his desk. They hummed something in response, you weren't really paying attention due to your foggy mindset.

You were sat under Sirius' desk, naked except from a pink lace collar around your neck. A chain was attached, the other end being held by your boyfriend.

This wasn't a new experience, near enough every time he had a meeting you sat under his desk, waiting obediently for him to finish up with his work so he could take care of you.

It had seemed like hours when the throbbing between your legs became unbearable. "Siri," you whined, tugging at his pants, "Need you,"

Sirius tugged on the chain, making you yelp quietly in shock, "Don't be such a brat," he told you, "Told you I'll fuck you good when I'm done, didn't I? Or are you too dumb to understand?"

"M'sorry," you muttered, cheeks tinted bright pink from how upfront he was in front of his workers. "Atta girl," he gave you a small smile before looking back up, "Sorry for the interruption, where were we?"

#ceo!sirius #sirius black smut #sirius black blurb #wolfstar smut #sirius black x reader #sirius x you #sirius black x you #sirius black #hp smut #marauders smut #marauders blurb

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moonstruckme · 5 months

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I would love something similar to the attending dr Remus story but maybe with ceo!sirius? All of his employees see him as a ruthless business man and are scared of him and maybe reader shows up to have lunch with him and she’s been crying or upset about something and Sirius just melts into a little puddle in front of everyone trying to comfort her 🥲🥲

Thanks for requesting!

ceo!Sirius x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

You swear, Sirius’ office has to be soundproofed. You hadn’t heard a thing on the way over, anticipating him to be quietly working at his desk, but when you go inside he’s standing behind it, all but shouting into the empty room.

“I’m looking at the numbers right here.” Sirius has his hands braced on the varnished wood, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and he jabs one finger into the stack of papers in front of him as if for emphasis. “Do you have any idea—”

At the sound of the door opening and your quiet oh, he looks up. The severity melts from his expression, replaced by a familiar smile. “Hi, sunshine.” His voice seems to have melted too, the bark you’d heard when you’d come in replaced by something soft and crooning. “Lunchtime already?”

“Sorry,” you say, hand inching back towards the door handle. “Len said I could come right in, I didn’t—”

“No, I told him to tell you that,” Sirius waves you forward, coming around his desk to kiss you hello. “I never want to keep you waiting, I…hey.” His brows furrow as he moves closer. “Hey, baby, is something wrong?”

You blink. “No.” It comes out sounding like a question.

Sirius palms your face. You lean into the touch instinctively, but then he thumbs at something on your cheek. “You’ve been crying,” he murmurs.

Shit. You’d forgotten to clean yourself up. Have you been walking around with mascara tracks down your face all day? No wonder Len had looked at you the way he had.

“Oh, that’s from earlier,” you say as breezily as you can. “I’m good now.”

But Sirius isn’t having it. He frowns, taking your face in both hands and inspecting you carefully. “What happened?”

You try to shrug, but it feels futile and pathetic when he’s looking at you like that. “I got yelled at by some guy on the way to work.”

“What?” he asks, dismayed. His hands slide down your shoulders to take your hands, guiding you to his seat. “Who yelled at you?”

“It was—I don’t know, just some guy.” Tears press at the base of your throat, but you refuse to let them loose. It was a silly thing to begin with, and you’ve cried enough about it. “I was driving, coming up to a light, and I—okay, I know I was in the wrong, because I wasn’t paying enough attention, and I stopped right in front of a parking lot.” You cast your eyes down, chewing your lip. Sirius crouches by the chair so he can see your face. Clever maneuvering, but you suppose he didn’t get to where he is by poor planning. “I should have left a space for them to turn while the rest of us waited at the light, you know? But I just wasn’t thinking, and then I couldn’t back up, because there were people behind me, and this guy—” You swallow. Sirius rubs your knee, the crease between his brows deepening. “This guy got out of his car and came up to my window and was, like, screaming at me about what an idiot I was.”

Sirius has got one hand on each of your knees by now, his perfectly pressed trousers wrinkling from his crouch. He looks up at you, indignation and upset warring in his eyes. “Oh, sweetheart, that’s awful. Fuck, I’d be crying too. Everyone messes up that stuff sometimes, who gave that prat the right to yell at you about it?”

You shrug again, biting your lip to keep it from wobbling. Sirius can tell, and he coos, rising enough to needle his arms under yours. “C’mere, baby.”

You accept the invitation eagerly, pressing your face into his collar and inhaling the faint musk of his cologne. He scrubs a firm hand back and forth between your shoulder blades. A few seconds of silence pass before the phone on his desk crackles to life.

“Uh, sir?”

You jolt away from him as if you’ve been caught, but Sirius doesn’t seem all that phased.

“Yeah, that’ll be all for now,” he says insouciantly. “We’ll have to pick this back up later this afternoon.”

“You’re on a call?” you accuse.

“S’just a conference call, sweet thing. Ran a bit long.”

A conference call?

“What time did you want to reconvene?” a different voice asks tentatively. You cover your face with your hands. They feel cool against the burning heat of your skin.

Sirius rubs your shoulder lightly. “Say, four? And John, take a closer look at those numbers. You could save us all a lot of time by seeing sense.”

“Yessir,” another voice—John, you assume—says. “And, erm, very sorry about your incident, miss. Sure the other bloke was just having an off day.”

“Thanks,” you squeak, but Sirius says over you, “Mind your goddamn business, John,” and hits a button to hang up the phone.

“Sirius,” you say miserably after making sure to check that the light on the phone is no longer on. “How could you not tell me you were on a call?”

“Excuse me, I had other priorities at the moment,” he argues, taking your wrists and prying your hands from your face. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter. You’ve no reason to be embarrassed.”

“I complained about my road rage incident on your conference call!”

“It was a call full of accountants, love. You’ve probably just reminded them they’re alive.”

You give him a look. “I’m very cross with you.”

Sirius smiles. “Rats, if only there were a way for me to make it up to you.” He stands, grabbing a paper bag you hadn’t noticed from beside his desk. “Would my favorite girl’s favorite sandwich from her favorite sandwich shop be a good place to start?”

“That is a lot of favorites,” you allow, but the words don’t quite process until he pulls a wrapped sandwich out from the bag. You gasp, reaching for it. “Oh my god, how long did you have to wait in line for this?”

“I didn’t,” he says, somewhat sheepish. “Len waited over an hour, though.”

“You owe him a raise,” you say sternly, but accept the peace offering, peeling off the wrapping.

Sirius laughs when you bite into your sandwich and moan. “Damn, baby, you’ve never made sounds like that for me.”

“It’s a different kind of love,” you say through a mouthful.

“Enough to make your shit day a bit better?”

You slow in your chewing to give him a soft look. “More than enough. Thanks, Siri.”

“You’re welcome.” He gives you a saccharine smile, leaning forward for a kiss, but you dodge him.

“Wait, m’chewing!”

“And?” He takes your face in both hands, holding you captive as he pecks you firmly on the lips. “There. Waited way too long for that.”

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theemporium · 1 year

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we've all heard of the modern day rockstar!sirius, but what about ceo!sirius who runs his family’s business empire who falls in love with his secretary or the heiress of another huge business family

this is lowkey inspired by the dreamland billionare series by lauren asher because i love that series🤠thank you for requesting!🖤

“So, let me get this straight.”

Sirius resisted the urge to let out a groan of annoyance but waved for his friend to continue.

“You’re one of the most eligible bachelors in the city.”

“Yes.”

“You have a successful business that you took from making millions to billions.”

“Yes.”

“And instead of basking in the men and women throwing themselves at you, you’re in love with your secretary?”

Sirius’ eyes widened at the last accusation, quickly sitting up in his seat as he glared at his smug friend sitting across the desk from him. “What? Where the fuck did you get that from?”

But the thing was that nothing James had said was wrong, in the slightest.

Sirius Black was one of the youngest CEOs the city had known, taking over Black & Sons at the age of twenty-two and had risen it to a level that his father and grandfather would have never imagined, purely because they were narrow-minded and traditional. And whilst they complained and sneered that he was ruining what made their business better than others, they couldn’t do so publicly when the numbers proved them wrong.

He did, in fact, have men and women throwing themselves at his feet, wanting to be the one who could make the notorious playboy settle down. He had lost count at the amount of marriage proposals of business associates’ daughters and granddaughters he had thrown away, ‘nice’ women his mother had pushed forward that he had simply rejected on the spot. He wasn’t interested in them, he wasn’t even sure he wanted to get married if he was honest.

But he definitely wasn’t in love with his secretary.

James snorted. “Really? You’re gonna deny it.”

“Yes, because it’s utter bullshit,” Sirius told him, a frown plastered on his face as James seemed to laugh harder at his reply.

“Is it really?” Another voice sounded, and his attention moved to Remus who was standing by his bookshelf, arms crossed over his chest as he looked just as amused as James did.

“You both are ridiculous,” Sirius scoffed, moving to fiddle with the tie around his neck. It took less than three seconds before he was irritated by the piece of clothing, instead tugging it off and moving to unbutton the first two buttons of his shirt.

“You give the poor girl extra work to do just so she stays behind with you,” James mused with a shake of his head. “You’re a sadistic bastard who can’t even admit how he feels.”

Sirius frowned. “I give her the work she needs to do.”

“Please,” Remus scoffed. “I’ve seen it myself, it’s a pisstake.”

“It’s a good thing you’re not doing it then,” Sirius deadpanned.

James waved him off. “All I’m saying—”

All three boys quickly fell silent as three raps knocked against the door. Sirius called out for the person to walk in, and all three pairs of eyes were staring at you as you walked in. You paused for a brief moment, caught by surprise at the sudden attention but quickly cleared your throat as you walked towards the desk.

“Here are the contracts you wanted reviewed, all the notes are summarised at the front of each file,” you told your boss as you placed the contracts on his desk, the pile at least a couple of inches thick.

“Thank you,” he murmured as he glanced down at the pile, hiding his surprise. He had given you the contracts last night. He had expected at least another two days before they got back to him.

“Do you need anything else, sir?” you asked, standing just a few feet away from him.

Sirius’ eyes turned to you, taking in your awaiting expression. You stood there, a white blouse tucked into a tight, black pencil skirt. You wore heels, despite the fact most of the people in the office wore flats unless they were in meetings for show. Your hair was in a low ponytail, slicked back and long enough that he could wrap his fist around it—

“No,” Sirius cleared his throat and shook his head. “That’s all for now.”

You nodded. “Of course, sir.”

He fought to keep his eyes on your back as you walked back towards the door, letting it shut behind you. But going by the sudden tightness in his slacks around his dick and the fact he forgot his friends were in the room as he watched you go, he knew he failed at keeping his eyes off your ass.

“You were saying?” James asked in a tone that was far too smug for his liking.

Yeah, maybe he was in love with his secretary.

“Fuck off, James.”

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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ceo!marauders pls would absolutely love to get you in trouble and mess with you under the table or even in the office windows open on a weekend when there’s no one around

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of!

BYE TBIS IS ONE OF THE HOTTEST THINGS I'VE EVVER READ I'M NOT SURE IF YOU WANTED A LITTLE BLURB FOR EACH OR A POLY!FIC BUT I WROTE A POLY!FIC KSNGJF

this post is 18+, minors dni.

Remus's fingers stretched your cunt agape as he sat on your left, Sirius's filling the empty space from your right. The tablecloth that laid over the meeting table, requested specially by James so that your plan would work, draped delicately over your lap and concealed your predicament from your coworkers.

Unfortunately, while it hid your lower half from view, it didn't hide your face, which was held shakily in a blank expression. Your eyes flashed with bliss every few seconds as Sirius's fingers worked their magic inside of you, your coworkers beginning to stare at your slightly agape mouth.

James seemed to take notice of your problem, interrupting the presenter and speaking with his loud, booming voice, "Miss Y/L/N, you okay?"

You gazed dazedly up at him, the last coherent part of your brain telling you to nod your head.

"Yes," Your voice was raw and shaky, Sirius's fingers pinching teasingly at your clit as you tried staying focused, "I'm sorry. I lost you. What were you saying?"

James tutted, "Come on, Y/L/N, y'need to pay attention. This is your job, I don't know what else you're thinking about, but you need to focus." You knew full well that he knew exactly what you were thinking about, because he'd instructed his friends to stuff you during the meeting and fuck you dumb afterwards.

The people at the table around you scoffed subtly, and the former presenter cleared his throat, "I was saying, that if we're focusing solely on the young adult audience, that we'll be losing-"

That was as far as you made it into the new conversation, focused solely again on the fingers that prodded hungrily at your walls, your brain resigned to let you look like a fool in front of everyone as long as you could enjoy the stimulation.

"Please," You whined, your face pressed sideways against the window, your cheek cold against the glass, "Please, someone's gonna see!"

"No one'll see," Sirius chuckled, looking out over the barren office, closed for the weekend, "There's no one here but us, dove."

"'N the janitors," You whined, feeling James's cock stuffing your cunt from behind as he held you on display against the glass, "What if they see us?"

"We'll pay 'em off," Remus mused, eyes dancing over your compromising position, "No one'll tell if money's on the line."

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saintlike78 · 3 years

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Colour [S.B.]

Pairings: CEO! Sirius x Fem! Reader

Words: 1k

Summary: your boss and boyfriend Sirius wants to try having sex in his office, but you don’t like the idea of being in public. Magic exists in this au!

Warnings: NSFW! 16+, use of safeword, degradation, praise, oral (f receiving), semi-public. As always lmk if I missed anything.

“You wanted to see me, sir?” you poked your head through the door.

Behind his desk sat your boss, or actually everyone’s boss, Sirius Black; his black hair was tied back showing off his sharply sculpted face. His suit jacket was discarded, giving you a perfect view of his toned self in his crisp white dress shirt, your eyes turned to hearts just looking at him.

“Yes, come in,” his deep voice rumbled, his signature smirk on his face as he watched you enter, shutting the door gently behind yourself.

As the door shut, new energy settled over the large office; your back rested against the door as your eyes locked with Sirius, whose smirk was cemented to his face.

An authoritative bend of his fingers and a deep, “come here, pup,” had your legs moving you toward him without a second thought.

He had pushed himself away from the desk, making room for you to stand between his open legs. Your bum was pressed against the wooden desk, Sirius’ hands placed on your hips as he smirked up at you.

“What did you need from me, Siri?” You cocked your head. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for Sirius to ask you to his office, but since the two of you got together it wasn’t a regular occurrence, as to not draw too much attention to your relationship.

Sirius stood, his figure tall and proud as he towered over you, “just couldn’t wait until tonight to see my best girl.”

He squeezed your waist, gripping it and hoisting you up on his desk, a surprised gasp leaving your lips.

“But…- hmph,” you started, but Sirius’ lips on yours cut you off effectively.

You wanted Sirius, you always did, but you just couldn’t put away the thought of your colleagues just on the other side of the door.

“Siri…-“ you mumbled, breaking the kiss to look at a now pouting Sirius, “… what if someone sees.”

“Bet you want someone to come into my office to see you getting fucked by your boss like a little slut,” Sirius smirked, pulling you closer to him on the edge of the desk.

You could only whimper, shaking your head before burying it in the crook of his neck, your hands fisting at Sirius’ white dress shirt.

The last thing you wanted was for anyone other than Sirius to see you in such a vulnerable state, especially the prying eyes of your colleagues.

“N-no,” you spoke quietly, voice slightly muffled and breathing shaky. Your body stiff in Sirius’ grasp, your hands holding onto his shirt hindering movement.

Your tone of voice and body language caused Sirius’ demeanour to change completely, his grasp turned comforting as concern took over his facial features.

“Hey hey, it’s alright, puppy… what colour?” he asked gently.

It took you a moment before you could muster up a meek, “red.”

“My darling girl,” Sirius cooed, coaxing your face out of hiding, “can you tell me what you’re thinking?”

You nodded, explaining your thought process, “I just don’t like the idea that someone could come in and see us…- I’m sorry, it just makes me uncomfortable.”

“Don’t apologize…- it’s important for me to know what your limits are, pup.”

“… but does it change things if I tell you I locked the door and cast a silencing charm as soon as you entered?” he asked with an eyebrow raised, the slightest smirk playing on his lips.

“… it might,” you answered once you’d thought it over, “what do you have in mind?”

A huge grin broke onto his face, “well, pup, I’m glad you asked.”

He leaned in to reconnect your lips, giving your body a squeeze of reassurance.

“You see, pup, I’m in desperate need of my favourite snack and I just can’t wait till we get home,” he smirked as he pulled away, awaiting your consent.

You chuckled lightly, “as long as you’re quick.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, it’s just a little pick-me-up.”

He slowly sank to his knees, pulling you forward by your hips so you rested on the edge of the desk. With a lift of your hips, he lifted your skirt up around your waist, and with another lift he was sliding your panties down your legs, pocketing the material as he gave you a slight wink.

You could tell he was starved by the way he threw your legs over his shoulders and dug right in.

“Oh my gods, Sirius,” you gasped, gripping his hair as leverage.

He swiped his tongue over your entrance, licking a stripe up and finding your clit. He used his tongue to flick it before taking it between his lips.

All you could muster was small whines and broken moans, the pleasurable sensation building up and leading you toward one of your favourite places.

Sirius smirked from between your legs, groaning at the sweet taste of your cunt, feeling like a child let loose in a candy shop.

Your hips ground against his face, hands falling behind you to keep you up.

“Come on, love…- cum on my face, give it to me,” Sirius purred before diving back in.

It only took a few more grounds against his face and his tongue against your clit, to have you falling apart on his desk. Your body tensed as you felt the warmth flow over your body all the way down to your toes, making them curl. Sirius smirked proudly as he worked you through the feeling, squeezing your thighs before removing them from his shoulders and standing.

He smacked his lips obnoxiously, wiping your cum from his glistening chin.

“Yummy,” he grinned, leaning down to place a long kiss on your pouting lips.

“I hate you,” you joked, rolling your eyes at his behaviour. How he ever came to be the CEO is a complete mystery to you.

He helped you stand, smoothing down your skirt and holding you to him. He held your face in one hand, squeezing your cheeks.

“I think we both know that that’s not true, little puppy,” he whispered in a gruff voice, the voice that always made you flustered.

You avoided his gaze as a pink blush decorated your cheeks, deeming Sirius successful. He gave your bum a quick smack,

“now get back to work, baby.”

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berrieluv · 2 years

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Same lips red, same eyes blue, but it's not you and it's not me. Tastes so sweet, looks so real, sounds like something that I used to feel, but I can't touch what I see. We're not who we used to be, we're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me.

James Potter x Fem!Reader.

TW. Inspired on Two Ghosts by Harry Styles, cheating, mentions of divorce, mentions of sex, fights.

We're Just Two Ghosts.

James and you were the kind of best friends who used to make promises, and all the time your friendship has been going you never broke a promise or made one you couldn't keep.

You promised each other if by the time both of you were twenty seven, you'll marry each other, but by the time you were twenty one you got married, and by the time James turned twenty three he married, in his birthday party.

His wedding was magnificent, and you were expecting nothing less. James has been planing the perfect wedding since he was fifteen, and fortunately for him, his parents had enough money to make his dreams come true.

Both your couples were a perfect match for each other; Lily Evans was sweet, caring and loving, and she wanted a family just as much as James did. She was perfect for him and you knew it, just as James knew that Thomas Harris was perfect for you, finally being able to find someone who would match your workaholic energy and you both couldn't be happier with the way your lives turned out.

There was a time where James and Lily had marital problems. The time took place on the exact time where you and Thomas were having the time of your lives. You were named the most successful business woman of London and the youngest CEO, owning one of the biggest fashion companies.

James tried to look for you, he wanted his best friend. He needed you and you would have know if you had the decency to make a time for your best friend. The only boy who was always there for you and you couldn't do the same for him.

But, truth to be told, you didn't care about James marriage as much as you should as his best friend. You never really liked Lily, and not because she was a bad person, because you weren't a liar, and you accepted to yourself that she was the most perfect human being there was. Lily never turned her back to you and never tried to step on your friendship with James, no matter how much people would tell that you both were too intimate with each other, Lily didn't doubt her husband, and more important she didn't doubt you.

Lily was sure that just as he trusted James, she could trust you. So it was weird for him when in such a low time for both of them, you weren't there. And they fixed their problems, because Lily hated to see James like that, and when she saw him hurt, they both realized that they marriage was still worth saving.

James had Sirius, Remus and Peter, but even they knew they could never replace the bond you both had. A bond that had been built since both of you were on your mothers stomach.

You got so deep into your marriage and your work that you didn't know what to do when one of those things left. You once heard; the bad thing of idealizing something is that when the charm falls down, you have nothing but the cruel truth you've been trying to avoid. Thomas and you worked perfectly until the day he wanted to out do you.

Usually, the petition for a child would be cute. A step more into the relationship you both have been building eight years from now. But, at the petition coming In the peak of your career and the falling of him you saw through his motives. Thomas wasn't really looking for a child, not when he told you, the moment you agreed, that you would have to leave your job, because the kid couldn't grow with an absent mother. A working kind of woman wasn't mom material, he said. Thomas wanted to drag you with him. To the fall from success because when he did things wrong, and his numbers were falling while yours were going up, he couldn't stand the fact that his wife was making twice the money he did.

How was he supposed to tell his friends that.

And you did what you had to do. You toldl Thomas your good-byes. And by the time you were twenty seven you were by yourself. With a failed marriage, no children and an enormous empty house you bought for the both of you when on the first year of your success, you made more money that what you could spend, not really expecting the numbers going up and up.

The No-Kids thing started to hit you when you were by yourself. When you wanted James' support but he couldn't attend your calls because he was busy with Harry and probably Emma, the little girl you only knew they had because of how much James loved to post his family on instagram, showing the love him and Lily were feeling for each other and his children.

You were the most successful woman at your work, but while everyone went home to their families, you went back to more work, trying to distract yourself from the fact that you had no one waiting for you. You tried to contact James, tell him the news, that you were no longer married and you needed the comfort of your best friend.

But James wasn't there for you. Just as you weren't there for him when his marriage was falling apart. The difference was that, without your help, he saved what he loved. But you couldn't save it. And now that you needed your best friend, you thought of all the times you let him down.

But, you were lucky enough and James was a better person than you in many ways. So he picked up the phone.

"Hey, pumpkin. What's up?"

You laughed at the nickname, which you haven't heard in years and you almost cried at his soft voice, his happy tone to see you calling even if it's been years since the last time. At the back you could hear Harry screaming, and the little girl they recently had was probably in his arms, you could tell because you could hear her cries closer than Harry's.

"James..." You breathe out, happy and relieve that you still had your best friend "Sorry for bothering you"

"Bothering me? No way, my dear. I was really hoping I could hear from you soon. I've been returning your calls but it seemed like your phone was turned off"

You smiled at his words, thinking on what you could tell him. You always knew James was better than you. And he knew it too. He used to say, there was a reason why you were best friends, and it was because he had the heart and you had the brain. And far from being insulted you felt happy. Because you knew James didn't mean that he was brainless or you heartless, he just meant that both of you had different strengths. And while you helped him on thinking more in a rational way, he helped you in letting yourself go a little.

"Yes" You chuckled "I forgot to pay the bill"

"You didn't pay?" He laughed "You're on the most popular magazines of CEO's and you couldn't have someone to pay the bills?"

"I'm not used to being popular I guess"

"And rich"

"And rich. You were always the rich one"

"Now you're richer than me, aren't you?"

"I guess. Just a little more I supposed"

You heard James telling Harry to get out from the couch to avoid a fall. The little girl in his arms started to cry harder at him raising his voice and he asked you to excuse him for a bit. You do, but you don't hang the phone. You stay there, sitting on your big bed, positioned on an impeccable and enormous room. Wondering in the silence of your house how different your life was from James'.

You smiled at the voices over the phone and try to not let a tear fall at the thought that maybe, if you weren't so selfish, and so self-centered, you and Thomas would still be together and you'll have a beautiful family.

"Why don't you come over one day?" You hear him ask "You can come over right now if you have time in your busy boss-girl life. I mean, my home's a mess but me and the kids would be so happy to see you"

You always loved how James referred to his house as home. He did back when living with his parents, and even tough he called 'house' the one he's living right now for a few months, the moment him and Lily moved in together he started to call it 'home'. As an instinct. He linked home with love.

You always called it house. Except the time you lived together when you were at College. You remember calling it 'home'. But the feeling didn't last long when after a few months of living there you got married and move out.

"I'll me more than happy to do"

—

"Hello, hello, there" James greeted you at the door. A little Harry did not waste time on formalities and as soon as he saw you he hugged your legs. "We missed you"

"I can tell" You chuckle, looking down to see Harry "Where's Emma?" You ask, looking around, dragging Harry with your legs.

"She's sleeping. I'll bring her here later" James smiles and you feel your heart warming a little. "I wanted to tell you about her before"

"I know"

"It's just, you were so busy and I was too, we couldn't talk"

"I understand, Jamie" You chuckled "I'm happy I get to now her anyways. However the situation presented itself"

James nods and steps aside from the door to let you in.

"Forgive the mess. Things can't be tidy as they used to when you have two children" You nod and sit on the couch looking at James only to feel Harry jumping on you "And one on the way"

James says, looking proud of him.

"What?"

You say in a pitch-yell, surprised because that was something you didn't get to see on his Instagram.

"Harry" He slowly calls "Why don't you go upstairs and get auntie Y/N your new draws so she can see them?" Harry smiles and nods with excitement as he lets go of the hug he was giving you. "I was planning on telling you as soon as we knew. But I couldn't reach you. Just as it happened with Emma."

"Yes" You nod "Sorry for that. I've been so wrapped out on work lately" You cross your legs "I've miss so much of your life"

James smiles and you do too.

"Well, since Lily and I were on the edge of divorce"

He says, his voice felt uncomfortable, like if he didn't want to bring the topic to the conversation but a part of him was telling him he needed to solve things.

"Yes..." You breathe "I-" You feel your mouth dry, because what were you supposed to say when you leave your best friend by himself in one of the hardest moments of his life. "I'm sorry"

James nods, not erasing his smile from his lips but it doesn't seem like a happy one now. And now, you don't really want to tell him about the divorce, because if you were him, you would think you're only here because you need comfort from him. You wanted something you denied him from and you had no right to ask for it. So you lie with the only thing he knew he would believe you would get caught up; work.

"I missed talking to you like that" He says, jumping on the couch next to you and hugging you with all his strength "I really miss the days were we saw each other constantly"

"I do too. Sad we're too busy now"

"Well, if you want my kids coming, I'm free every day"

You smile and look at him "I wouldn't like nothing more"

"But enough about my family" He says with a smile while yours disappears, knowing where this is going "How's Tommy?"

Your lungs are failing to register the air and you feel your hands starting to shake. You don't want to talk about Thomas and how your life is falling apart, because you wanted your friendship with James to come back to life more than you wanted to talk about how you were feeling.

"He's fine. He's having some trouble at work nowadays." You smile and he nods "You know how Thomas is, there's nothing more important for him than work" You chuckle. Theoretically, you weren't divorce yet, so not mentioning it wasn't lying. You were still married. "We haven't see each other too much these past days"

"Both of you are crazy for work"

James says smiling and you nod, trying to look sure about what you were saying, and hiding any hint that there was something wrong with your life.

—

For James, there was something suspicious about the frequency you were contacting him with. But he did nothing about it, being sure that even with all those years apart, you will trust him enough to tell him if there was something wrong.

"I love spending time with your kids"

You say, smiling at him. Emma and Harry were playing in your backyard, this was the first time they were visiting you, and even if you were having an internal heart attack for how disastrous kids were, you couldn't be happier to have them here.

"I'm sure they love it too"

James answer, smiling at you and drinking the ice tea you offered him. You look at Harry and Emma for a few moment. Emma was lying on a little bed, near from Harry, and he was the most careful little boy around her. It was adorable how Harry picked things from the backyard and went straight to show it to Emma, explaining in his little baby voice what it was, earning a chuckle from the baby.

You felt happy with them, and you wanted to feel how James felt. Because if you were so happy and full to spend time with children that weren't yours, how would it feel to have your own?

Maybe you should go back with Thomas. Ask him to come back and have a kid together.

At dinner time, James invited you to his home. Lily was cooking and it was cookie day.

You were happy for your best friend, of course you were. But you couldn't avoid the hint of jealousy hitting you every time you saw him so happy, surrounded of love and with a home full of laughs.

You went back home again that night, only to be received by the contrast of the environment you were having with James. Your lonely and silent house was feeling even bigger than it used to feel. Making you miss completely the environment that hours ago was filling it.

You looked at the empty backyard, the one that was missing Harry and Emma's laughs, or the bench that was now empty without James and you sitting there. And suddenly you felt bad. Because you were missing something that wasn't yours. And not only that, you wanted it too.

And there, lying on your bed, thinking about how your happiness fell apart, you thought of all the times you rejected James Potter. You told him 'No' when you should've say 'Yes' and your life would have been very different now.

You couldn't steal Lily's life but you could always try. See if James would put his wife over the only girl that was always there for him in the past. The only one that helped him when he needed it, the one that was with him when Lily rejected him.

Of course you did reject him too. Maybe more times than Lily did. But your relationship was completely different, and his flirty attempts could easily be misread by the nature of your friendship.

James was a charming and caring man, the most romantic boy there was, and you had him on the palm of your hand but for your misfortune, you left him go. You could have give him a chance, but for some reason you were so against it.

And the thing about unresolved feelings is exactly that, how they remind unresolved.

You were in love with James years back and he was in love with you. Neither of you did anything about it and for your disgrace, those feelings were coming to light for you.

You wanted to think it wasn't the problem. You wanted to believe that your feelings for James weren't alive again and they were just a result of how sad you were feeling right now.

"Hey, James" You called him when he answered the phone, it was early in the morning and you could hear his yawns on the other side "You' good?"

"Yes, yes" He quickly answers with a sleepy voice. He murmurs something, probably to Lily and you hear the door opening and closing "Everything alright?"

"Yes, of course" You ask with a smile "I was just doing a quick cleaning"

"At 2:00 A.M. in the morning?"

"You know how I get" You chuckled, you needed to get Thomas stuff out of the house as soon as possible but you couldn't tell James that "I couldn't sleep because I felt the warehouse was dirty"

You heard him humming and the sound of a toast being bite. James loved midnight snacks, when you were living together you would always find him going around the home looking for something to eat.

"Go to sleep, Y/N. It's late, Thomas is sure missing you in bed"

James knew, he was no fool. He noticed the extra time you were looking to spend with him, with his children, when years before all you cared about was your job and your husband. He knew it when he saw the empty space on top of the chimney where your wedding picture was supposed to be. But he said nothing, because he wanted you to, he wanted to know if you trusted him enough.

You both say 'Goodnight' to each other and while he leaves the phone in the kitchen to go and sleep peacefully with his wife, probably with Harry making his way to his parents' bed, you were sitting in the middle of your warehouse, looking at all the things that reminded you of the wonderful years you spend next to your husband.

"I'm gonna call him" You say, sipping a little from your water bottle pretending it was wine because you were as sober as you could be and about to make one of the worst decisions of your life but there was nothing you could blame but you. "Hey..."

"Y/N?"

Thomas voice wasn't sleepy, and that's probably because he spends half of his nights working, the whole morning doing that too, the afternoon was usually reserved for you and half of the night too.

"Yes" You say in a low voice, afraid you would cry "I'm sorry I'm calling you this late"

"No problem, baby. You know I'm always here for you"

The thing about Thomas is that he's perfect in almost any way there is to be. He's smart, hardworking, loving and caring. He was an adventurous person and he wasn't scare of following you in the craziest things you wanted to do.

But he was the most competitive person there was when it comes to money and careers. You knew Thomas didn't mean "A working woman is not mom material", he meant "A more successful person than me it's not material for my partner".

That's why your marriage was fine as long as you both were. But you didn't care at that moment. You knew being back with Thomas could drag you and make you loose everything you've been working for but the thing about loneliness was that you would do anything to get out of it.

"I'm sorry I left you" You slowly tell him "I- I still love you"

You knew you were being pathetic. You knew Thomas didn't deserve you apologizing, you knew you deserved someone who would cheer your achievements. You deserved someone capable of being happy for what you hard work earned you. You deserved someone as James. But he wasn't yours.

"And I still love you too, but you made a decision"

That's when you knew you had to hand the phone. When his tone was adverting you that he was about to drop the 'I think that's the best decision you could make because I'm better off now' bomb, stealing the merit of the separation from you, like if it was him who realized that the events that made you land on that decision were the signal to call it quit.

"Yes, I did" You answer, cleaning your tears and exhaling "I think it was for the best"

You hear Thomas silence getting too laud, and you knew him too well to imagine the face he was doing, the one he does when he sees his idea being achieve for someone else.

—

You weren’t sure about plenty of things in your life. You always acted with fear and hoped for the best. And the first time you were sure of something you couldn’t have it, because the first time you really wanted something it already belonged to someone else.

You wanted Lily’s life so bad that it was almost toxic. You found yourself thinking that the one in the big picture of their marriage hanging from the principal room in their home was you. You dreamed about Harry and Emma calling you ‘mom’ and you couldn’t know what was wrong with you when all of the suden you were begging for something you never wanted.

Maybe you weren’t really dreaming of it, maybe it was that you didn’t know how to fail, and you life changed too fast. You were lacking of lot of things you used to have.

You felt bad now every time James was around you, because you wanted him, and you couldn't tell if he sensed it but he wasn't dumb, he should have a hint of it.

"Harry didn't want to stay at the kindergarten when I told him I was coming here" James laugh and you smile at his words. "Emma on the contrary, started her first day at playgroup. She was so excited and I was so afraid to leave her" You nod at him and sip your coffee "My little girl is three years old, can you believe it?" James bites the cookie in the plate and continues "Does it ever drives you crazy?" You look at him, confused at his words "Just how fast life changes"

And you were the ideal person to answer that question. Because even if James was confronting changes with his kids, and Lily's new job, things were the same, just modified. He was facing modification not totally changes, cause he was still having his life as it was, but you, you weren't. You were the one facing changes. Your life was totally different for what it used to be two weeks ago.

"Yes" You take a deep breath, not really knowing how to keep the conversation "Have you ever, wonder, I don't know- Have you ever imagine how things would be if we would've fall in love with each other?"

"No" James answers quickly "I fell in love with you. You were the one who didn't"

"I fell in love with you too, James" You tell him, not really sure if that was the right move "Well, I'll change the question; Have you ever imagine how things would be if we would've been brave enough to tell each other what we felt?"

"I told you how I felt, Y/N" James chuckles "You laughed at me and called me your 'best buddy' after it"

"Whaaat?" You say in a high-pitch voice "I- I couldn't"

"You did. And I was just there, waiting for a chance, waiting for you to fall in love with me"

"How could you not tell I was?"

"Y/N..." James calls you, like a warning "You have never been single"

"That's not true"

"I think the most single you've been is these two weeks you and Thomas went through the divorce"

You look at him in surprise because he wasn't supposed to know that.

"H-how do you know that?"

"Y/N, I'm not stupid. Honestly it hurts me that you didn't tell me sooner"

"I'm sorry" You say honestly "I wanted to, but then our friendship was getting better and I didn't want you to think I was looking for you just for comfort"

James walks from the other side of the kitchen island to you, taking your hand and pulling you into a hug.

"I think our friendship is strong enough. I mean, it went trough years of no talking, I don't think it's gonna fall for it"

You nod on James chest and bite your lip, letting your arms surround him and trying to hold him closer. Your breathing starts getting fast and you hope James wouldn't notice it, your legs feel weak.

"James?" You call, earning a murmur for him in response "What do you think would've happen if I told you how I felt?"

James shrugs, looking away and then pulling you out of the hug, taking your face which looked so little in his big hands.

"That's not something for us to know" He slowly answers, his blue eyes looking directly at you "If it was, then it would've happen"

You nod at his words, knowing he was right, but also not knowing anything else but his deep and beautiful eyes. You sigh, looking at him completely amused with his beauty.

His lips were calling yours, but it felt like you were the only one who could hear them screaming for the touch of both. Your chest was getting heavier and you didn't know how much you could hold it. You knew James was marry, and you respected him, Lily, their children, and his marriage, you loved his family but the need of know how he felt was bigger than your moral compass.

"James?" He raise his eyebrows as an answer and you proceed "Would you kiss me?"

James face shows surprise for a moment at the petition, because it was true, it was rude of you to ask for something like that, to disrespect him and his life, but you needed it.

"Y/N..." James calls, cupping your cheek with one hand and feeling how you could relax at his touch "I shouldn't" You murmur a little 'I know' and a 'I'm sorry' in response, but he knows you don't mean it, at least not to him but to you, because of the rejection you were suffering, but not too much from the fact that he had a wife and children waiting for him "I don't think I'll be able to ever stop if I kiss you once"

And with that last sentence you feel your heart stop. Your chest moves up and down from the heavy breaths and you start to bite your lips, nervous.

"Just once, Jamie..." You beg, looking directly at him "Please"

"Darling..." He starts, using a word he haven't use with you in a long time "You have nothing left to loose. But I'm risking it all here"

And you knew it was true, no matter how much you wanted James, no matter how much his love burned for you in the past, he loved his family more than anything, and even if James had left still a little glimpse of love for you, he would always rather go home to Lily. To his family, to the thing he has always dream for. James wouldn't throw away everything he has work for, not for something he didn't know for sure.

He was twenty seven years, he already settle down, he had a beautiful family, with amazing kids and a gorgeous wife. He was in no age and no want to leave it all behind and start again.

Maybe if you would've been earlier, or braver. But like James said; It was no for you to know, because if it was, then it would've happen. And you would know.

So you both said your good-byes. Not forever, because you were sure, and James was too, that your friendship was stronger, and if it could survive James' feelings, the most empath person in the planet, the one that loved with a grace that burned, the boy with the purest and sincere heart, it could survive yours as if it was just a blow in a rainy gray day.

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