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singmyaubade · 1 year

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No Longer Yours

James Potter x Female!Reader

IB: In The Cold November Rain by @sweetsweetjellybean (Make sure to check it out, it’s incredible and one of the best I’ve ever read !)

A/N: First, I wanna say thank you to @sweetsweetjellybean for letting me be inspired by her story even though I am stupid, lol, but seriously (not kissing ass), check her series out; it is fantastic. Thank you to everyone for the kind comments, reblogs, and likes. I'm overwhelmed with love, and I'm so thankful that people actually want to read more of what I write but anyways, enjoy!

Summary: James had disregarded you for multiple years, but when you have an epiphany in your final year, how does it feel to taste his own medicine?

Warning: It may contain swearing and soon-to-be smut.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

"Are you sure you don't want me to walk you all the way?" Your mother asked, squeezing your hand.

"I'll be fine," You caressed her hand, "I'm still your baby, though."

She laughed lightly, "Make sure to write always," She held your face with her hands, "Have fun; it's your last year."

You touched her hand on your cheek, "I will."

You hugged her one last time, taking in her scent. Every time you said bye to her, it was as sad as the first, without you crying and begging to stay.

"Okay," She smiled, taking her hands off your face, "Are you still sure you don't wanna wait for James here? I mean, you've done it all these years."

Little did she know, you had been ignoring James's letters, all 128 of them. He had been persistent, asking you what was wrong and begging for a reply to know you were safe.

You even received a letter from his mother, Euphemia Potter, asking how you were and everything was in Paris. You would never have it in your heart to ignore Ms. Potter, so you replied dutifully and happily.

And then you got a letter from him saying,

Dear Y/n,

Are you really going to reply to my mother and not me?

Sincerely,

Your BEST FRIEND, James Potter.

You didn't reply, scoffing at the bolded best friend. The last letter you received was last week, him telling you he couldn't wait to see you and wanted to talk as soon as he got to you.

Bullshit.

"Yeah," You gulped, "I'm just gonna meet him inside."

"Well, I'm sure he misses you," She started fixing your coat, "I mean, you have been in Paris all of this time, and I just think it would be good for you to-"

You cut her off, pecking her cheek, "Love you!" You yelled, going towards the train.

She shook her head, "Be safe!"

You smiled at her, going through the wall to the train. The feeling still felt the same, nostalgic. This was the last time boarding the train, and it felt sad.

You remembered the first time you ever boarded it. James was practically high on excitement on his first day at Hogwarts. You were scared out of your bloody mind, not wanting to leave your mum and dad.

When you had finally stopped crying and holding onto your mother's leg, James was the one to hold your hand and tell you that he would take care of you.

Maybe that was the first time you had realized James was more than a friend to you, or perhaps you were a naive child.

But either way, he was the one that you needed protecting from. You realized he hadn't been your friend since the fourth year.

But this year wasn't about James; it was about you having the best last year of Hogwarts that you could have ever had.

You boarded the train, moving through the compartments to where Marlene, Mary, Dorcas, and Lily usually were.

Compartment 222.

It was pretty lucky; it is where you guys first met.

You opened the compartment, "Did you guys miss me?"

They excitedly cheered, "Now tell me, Y/n, how many French boys did you end up shagging in France?" Marlene asked.

"I would say about thirty, oui oui." You joked in a French accent as they all started laughing.

You sat down next to Dorcas, giving her a side hug. You saw Lily and Mary whisper something to each other, to which Mary said, "Just say it!"

You could see Dorcas in the corner of your eye, shaking her head no aggressively. Apparently, Marlene was the only one not in the plan, continuing to look at her newsletter.

Your eyebrow raised, "Am I missing something?"

"It's really nothing," Lily nervously said.

"Okay, so what is it?" You laughed.

"Well," Lily fiddled with her fingers, "You know how you specifically requested that none of us tell James that you were replying to our letters and not purposely ignoring him."

You said, "Uhuh." Already knowing where this going.

"Well, I accidentally let it slip out over the letter you had spoken to Marlene and me." She admitted.

Your mouth agape, "Lily."

"I know, I know," She groaned, "It was a total accident."

"How do you accidentally slip something out over letter?" Marlene snorted, earning a glare from Lily, but she still looked at her newsletter.

"What did he say after?" You asked, kneading your forehead.

"Why is she ignoring me?" Lily answered, "I just said it was none of my business, nor was I involved."

The group stayed in silence, waiting for you to reply.

You sighed, thinking about how much James would bother you more now that he knew you ignored him.

"Are you mad at me?" Lily asked quietly.

"No, of course not," You smiled, looking at her, "I just don't want to talk to him and explain everything,"

"Who says you have to?" Mary asked.

You looked at her confused, "I just can't ignore him." You said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"And why not?" Marlene asked, now looking at you.

You opened your mouth to reply, but nothing came out. You thought about it harder, and why wouldn't you be able to ignore James? Maybe it was hard because you have never done it before.

"So I just don't reply when he tries to talk to me?" You asked.

"Well, I don't support this, but," Lily started, "You could always just walk away when he says something to you."

"Wouldn't that be mean?" You asked.

"What did I tell you in person and in the letter?" Dorcas asked as you looked at her.

"Give him hell."

"So do it." She said.

They were right; you couldn't keep explaining to James what he did wrong; you just had to be done with him. You missed your friendship, but it took a turn years ago; you never said anything.

And you had to start not caring about him.

"So, how was your guy's summer?" You changed the subject, grinning as Marlene went on about how she perfected her Quidditch skills and would finally be the best chaser at Hogwarts.

Then Lily talked about her poetry that she started over the summer and how her sister had ripped a few of them, but she fixed them with a single swish of her wand and appreciated magic more.

Mary talked about how many soap operas she had seen and how she might even go into it after she graduates from Hogwarts.

Lastly, Dorcas talked about how this year was her year to be a seeker and how she got a whole book collection from her sister in New Zealand.

You began talking about how you tasted so many new foods and learned a bit of French, showing off your knowledge of the profound language.

You were interrupted by someone opening the compartment doors, "Hello," Remus greeted as you stood up to hug him immediately.

He caught you as you almost made him fall over by the movement, "Remmy, how much I have missed you," You said, kissing him on the cheek.

"And Y/n, how was France?" He asked, smiling.

"Quite a bore; every man was all over me; I was getting exhausted," You exhaled, sitting back in your seat.

"Well, if you ever want to get with a real man, I'm here, Y/n," Sirius said, nudging next to you as you looked disgusted.

"Did you have to bring him?" Dorcas asked Remus, rolling her eyes.

"He insisted," Remus shrugged.

"There needs to be some form of restraining order against him by all of us," Mary sighed.

"I thought his STDs were enough of a restraining order for us to keep away from him," Marlene teased.

Sirius interrupted before another insult could be made, "Ladies, this Sirius Black hate train is honestly starting to hurt," He pretended to be hurt.

"Aww, poor baby," You said in a baby voice, pinching his cheek as he swooshed your hand away.

"Now, Y/n, why are you ignoring poor Prongs?" Sirius asked as you wanted to throw him out of the train through the window.

"I thought he told you to dance around the question," Remus snorted.

Sirius disregarded, "What did my poor, stupid boy do this time?"

"I'm afraid it's none of your business, Black." You simply said.

"It is my business when my friend is sulking and bringing down my mood," He explained, "So why are you upset with him?" He asked.

Marlene abruptly laughed, "I'm sorry, but he really thought you would be the one Y/n would say something to,"

Sirius fake-laughed, "Oh McKinnon, I'll be laughing like that when you fall off of your arse on the field,"

Marlene mocked his facial expression as he did the same thing to her.

"May I please just arrive in peace without one word of James Potter? I'm begging." You reasoned.

"Well, at least I can tell him I tried and that Moony was no help." He glared at Remus.

"I told you I wasn't going to talk to her for him; it was all up to you," Remus said as Sirius went outside, and Remus waved everyone goodbye before closing the doors.

You could already tell it was going to be a long year.

After finally sorting the first year, everyone was allowed to dine. One thing you always missed about Hogwarts was the fantastic food; it was always incredible.

You were sitting in between Remus and Dorcas when Remus abruptly got up.

"Where are you going?" You asked, mid-laugh from a joke Marlene had made about Dumbledore and McGonagall in their secret chamber.

"Don't kill me," Remus stated before leaving. You looked confused, and James took the spot in front of you. You rolled your eyes, turning back to your meal.

"Please talk to me, Y/n," James pleaded.

You continued to stay silent, not even giving him a look as you looked at Marlene. She shook her head, and you continued to eat.

"I just wanna know what I did," James begged.

When you still didn't respond, he grabbed ahold of your wrist in an attempt for you to look at him.

"Don't fucking touch me." You spat before getting up and leaving the dining hall, telling your friends you were just gonna meet them in the dorm.

You tried rushing to the common room, but James was behind you.

"Y/n!" He yelled, speed-walking after you.

You continued to ignore him, going to the common room until you were stuck with the singing lady at the door who would not give it a rest.

"You have to talk to me," James demanded while the lady continued to screech.

"I don't have to do a thing you say," You scoffed, "In fact, I would prefer if you screwed off and stopped talking to me."

You went to one of the corridors, trying to escape him, but he followed you.

"Can't you just explain to me what I could've done for you to treat me like this?" He said roughly.

You turned to him, "There is not a single, simple explanation of what you could've done; there is a book of things," You snapped, "And treat you like this? Ever since I fucking stepped foot into your life, you have continued to treat me like shit." You stepped closer, "I stuck with you despite Lily, despite what other people said, and despite what you have shown me."

He continued to stay silent, "And now that I finally stick up for myself, I've done you horribly? Bullshit." You spat, "You have continued to show me exactly why I will never ever love you again, and yeah, for a matter of fact, I did love you, but you don't deserve me and never will."

Your words shocked him, not being able to mutter a word.

"Now you have nothing to say?" You manically laughed, "The smooth-talking and fantastic golden boy that shocked the century has nothing to say? What a pathetic-"

He kissed you suddenly precipitously, his tongue entering your mouth, entangling with yours.

For a second, you were drunk on his mouth, engaging with his kiss with as much passion as he gave you. His hand pulls on your hair lightly, making you moan.

His lips went from your mouth to your neck, sucking hard, red marks into your skin, knowing it would bruise.

Then you remembered everything. You remembered James's bitter words, his voice mocking you, and the boys laughing in the locker room.

You pushed his hard chest off you, breathing hard from the whole interaction. He looked at you, breathing as hard as you; realizing what he had done, he tried to touch your hand, but you pushed him again.

Tears brimmed in your eyes, "You're such an asshole," You cried, going to the Gryffindor common room.

You rushed up the stairs, immediately going into your bed. You couldn't believe what had just happened.

A part of you wanted to be grateful, grateful that you pushed him off, and realized that he only wanted to be with you when he felt convenient.

Another part of you wanted to continue kissing him, laughing with him, hugging him. You knew it wouldn't be easy, but you had never figured it would be painful.

What if you had loved James for so long that you didn't know anything but to love him?

It was stupid and pathetic.

You were tired of being stupid and pathetic, you just wanted to move on from James Potter and get away from him, and if that wasn't possible, you had to make him regret being friends with you in the first place.

So you did.

You got up fresh and early in the morning when all of your roommates were sleeping, taking a shower immediately.

You looked in the mirror, your mascara smudged and dark red and purple hickies wearing your skin. You placed a shit-load of powder and concealer to cover up the parts you could.

You tried several spells to cover it up as best as possible, changing into your uniform.

You slipped into the most showing tights you could and wore your skirt from the fifth year that you so obviously outgrew, showing almost your ass cheeks.

You would be thankful not to get a write-up from McGonagall.

You unbuttoned two buttons off the top of your shirt, showing a tiny bit of your bra. It wasn't the most rebellious or seductive, but it could work.

The first challenge of that day was Potions; all of your friends were there, including all of the Marauders. But, thanks to Merlin was also Jacob Carrow's class, the Slytherin Captain that James hated with a burning passion.

They both could not be in the same room without spitting a hateful insult at the other. James once had a dream that you and Jacob had gone out, and he refused to talk to you for an entire day until you convinced him you would never do that.

You never considered yourself a liar.

The only problem was that Jacob was a dickhead, but so was James. You were surprised they didn't get along, maybe in another life.

You went inside Potions with your friend group, and you spotted Jacob Carrow in the back with an empty seat next to him as you told your friends you were gonna sit in the back.

You were thankful none of his friends were around him; it would be ten times more unbearable.

You sat next to him with a wide grin painted on your face, trying not to show your pain.

"Sitting next to me, Y/n?" He smirked, "I thought you were Potter's little puppy."

You tried to ignore your annoyance, "Pets tend to lean away from their owner at points; I guess that's my case." You shrugged.

"I am no Potter; I don't like having little girls follow me and do my shit for me." You could tell he was insulting you, but you stood tall.

"Good thing girls don't like to be in your presence." You snickered.

He smiled, "Love a kitty with claws," He leaned into his chair, "What do you want?"

"Do I have to want something?" You asked, popping your chest out to show your tits as he looked down at your face.

"You finally trying to make your boy toy jealous?" He asked.

You dropped the facade, "Are you gonna help me or not?"

"Control the temper, baby; I just wanna know what's in it for me." His body faced you.

"Isn't James being angry enough?" You asked.

"Nah, I can piss off Potter by just existing." He replied.

"What do you want?" You asked, half-annoyed.

"Meadows on a date with me."

You laughed, "Dorcas would never go on a date with you."

"Then no deal." He said with a fake smile.

"Ugh, fine, I'll talk to her if you just make James's life hell for a few minutes." You said.

"Okay, deal." He smiled, "Do you want me to touch you or,"

"Sure, but don't overdo it." You warned.

"I love when you flatter yourself." He said as James walked in, laughing with the Marauders.

Jacob immediately placed a hand on your thigh, slightly higher than preferred, but you continued smiling.

You started fake-laughing at Jacob's joke, which immediately caught James's attention. You looked behind you, and James's head looked like it would explode.

You looked back at Carrow, touching his shoulder and admiring how much muscle he had.

"What else do you want me to do?" He said through his teeth.

"I'll scoot closer to you, and you can put your hand on my waist." You suggested as he nodded.

You faced the front as Jacob touched your waist, tickling you with his fingers as you laughed.

"Mind keeping it down?" James scowled, "Not everyone wants to fucking hear that shit."

"How about you piss off, Potter?" Jacob mocked as he gripped your waist tighter, which pissed off James even more.

Before James could say another word, Slughorn started the class.

Throughout the class, Jacob would squeeze your thigh or tickle you, almost rising to touch your tits. Whenever he did those actions, you would giggle, earning daggers from James.

Once Slughorn instructed everyone to look inside their microscopes at the different ingredients used in Veritaserum, you took the opportunity to sit on Jacob's lap, looking in the microscope as he bounced you with his knee, causing you to laugh.

This really pissed James off, him storming up to you both. He grabbed your arm, practically flying you off of Jacob.

"Mr. Potter!" Slughorn yelled as the class watched the entire thing.

"Don't you dare fucking touch her," James said brusquely.

Jacob scoffed, "What will you do about it, Potter?" He stood, going closer to James.

You rolled your eyes due to the amount of testosterone in this conversation.

James got closer as you grabbed his hand, pushing him back, "Stop it." You said to him as he looked at you.

He grabbed your wrist, dragging you out of the classroom to an abandoned bathroom.

"James, let go of me!" You yelled as he pushed you inside the bathroom.

He was fuming, and you could tell which scared you. You hadn't seen him this angry since he lost a Quidditch match against the very man's lap you were on.

"You dragged me in here, so is there something you have to say?" You looked at him angrily, hands on your hips.

"Us not being friends anymore doesn't allow you to be a slut," He ridiculed.

You slapped him, "Don't you fucking dare call me a slut; I can do whatever the fuck I want,"

He wiped his mouth with a smile, "You think he gives a shit about you? He would fuck you and then dump you." He said as he moved closer, and you backed up.

"You don't know a thing," You replied nervously.

"He wouldn't even clean you up after," He continued, "He would let you rot there like a slut," Another step closer, which you took backward. You didn't understand if he purposely tried to intimidate or lecture you.

He didn't stop.

"He would tell all of his friends after," Another step, "He wouldn't dare spare you a minute after," Another step, "You would mean nothing," You were backed into the wall now, "But it's okay because you can do whatever the fuck you want."

"James." You kept eye contact with him, his eyes beaming into yours.

His mouth lowered to your ear, "But I think you want me to give a shit; you wanna see me mad." His hand snaked to your waist, "I guess you win." His body left yours, storming out of the bathroom.

Did you really win?

A/N: Y/n: 2, James 0??? There is also an alternate chapter to this because I couldn't stop writing two plots LOL.

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theemporium · 10 months

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i’m so happy you’re in a mauraders mood bc so am i and your content is fulfilling all of my needs ty ty!!!

with that, thoughts on james getting hurt at quidditch and reader comes in to check on him? drugged up jamie confesses love to reader?? something?! idk this is is why you’re the writer and not me lol

thank you for requesting!🖤

It was a nasty fall.

You knew quidditch could be quite a rough sport and you knew every player got hurt at some point. Thankfully, most of the injuries that came out of the games could be easily healed and the players would be back in class the next day, resting up before their next game. It was very rare for anything worse than some bedrest and easy days to be prescribed to an injured quidditch player.

But that didn’t settle the pit of worry in your stomach when you watched James fall. Between the speed and angle he fell at, and the fact the game had to halt for thirty minutes before they could move him off the pitch, it didn’t help that none of you were allowed to see him until a whole two hours after his accident.

However, the second you received permission from McGonagall, you had quickly joined the others in rushing down to the infirmary wing to see how James was doing. What you weren’t expecting was to find a very loopy James in place of the boy you knew.

“HEY, IT’S MY FRIENDS!”

A slightly irritated Madam Pomfrey tried hushing the boy but it was useless as he tried to sit up in his bed by himself—an act that was difficult with the sling confining his right arm—as you all surrounded the bed he was situated in.

“How you feeling, mate? You took quite the tumble out there,” Sirius asked, watching with some amusement as the bespectacled boy grinned lazily at the group.

“I feel fine—great, even!” James insisted, letting out a giggle. “I feel fucking fantastic, Pads! You should try some of this stuff!”

Sirius snorted. “Maybe next time.”

“You too, Moony,” James continued as his eyes searched over the group. “And you, Evans. And don’t think you can hide from me, Mary! And—oh.”

His loud and eccentric movements came to a halt as his eyes fell on you, his lips parting. The only sign you had that he was still alive was the slow blinks as he stared at you, his cheeks flushed and your concern peaked at the idea of him suddenly gaining a fever.

“James?” you called out, your brows furrowed together when he didn’t answer. “Are you feeling okay? Do we need to get Madam Pomfrey again?”

“Moony,” James finally whispered, still staring at you like he was lost in a daze.

“Yeah, bud?” Remus was soon by his side, frowning a little in concern as the boy reached out to grip his arm.

“I can see an angel,” James whispered and Sirius had to cover his mouth to muffle his laughs. “Can you see her?”

“Uh, what?” Remus muttered in confusion.

“An angel!” he insisted as he pointed in your direction. “Look at her! She is gorgeous, Moony! One of the prettiest fucking girls I’ve ever seen!”

Your cheeks burned as you pressed your lips together to try and contain your grin.

“That’s not an angel, Prongs,” Remus told him, now quite amused as he gently patted his friend on the back. “She’s your friend.”

James whirled his head around. “I’m friends with an angel?”

“I—” Remus sighed, shaking his head. “Yeah, buddy, you are.”

“Woah,” James murmured as he turned to look back at you. “You make my chest feel funny.”

You frowned a little. “Funny? Maybe we should—”

“Like my heart is going boom-da-boom really fast,” James continued, nodding his head. “I like that it does that for you.”

“Oh,” was all you could say.

“Who would have thought it would take a bunch of painkillers for Prongs to finally admit how he feels?” Sirius commented from the other side of his bed, grinning widely as his friend stared lovingly at you.

“Shut up, Sirius,” you murmured, slightly shy.

“He’s in love with you, sweetheart,” Sirius told you in a know-it-all voice.

“No, he doesn’t, he just—”

“Yes, I am,” James interrupted, nodding his head in confirmation. “Like, love love. The good kinda love. The one where I get to kiss you and stuff.”

You tried to tamper down the butterflies in your stomach. “Kiss me and stuff?”

“All the stuff,” James murmured, yawning slightly as the painkillers started to really kick in.

“How about you tell me this when you’re not high and we will see where we go,” you muttered, smiling softly as you watched him try to fight the strong urge to sleep.

“Promise you’ll be here when I wake up?” James murmured, reaching his hand out to you.

You took his hand and intertwined your fingers. “Promise. Goodnight, James.”

“Goodnight, Angel.”

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ajthebumblebee · 5 months

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I was watching hbomberguy’s new video and I couldn’t get this image out of my head once it got to the misogyny part. I needed to make it, so while I was here getting the original art and double checking who I should credit (seemed appropriate 👀 lol) I noticed some new posts from you about the video so I thought you might get a kick out of this as well!

(The art is obviously yours and the picture of James Somerton is a screenshot of “the troubling thirst for Jeffery dahmer” from within hbomberguy’s video. Can you tell the theme of the video resonated with me lmao)

Hope it made you laugh!

Dude, I was thinking of the same thing when watching it. You even edited the laurel crown over him. This is fantastic.

#hbomberguy #james somerton #ancient egypt #ancient greece

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sunflowerxthoughts · 11 months

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DBF! James is mistaken for Reader's father while on a shopping date...She may or may not have called him "daddy"

(I want to be part of this too, lol)

Like just imagine trying to catch him off guard, just to mess with him a bit because he teases you about being needy but EVERYONE knows the man is always on you. So you just casually call him daddy to see him flush and get a bit of a laugh.

And you two are out on a shopping date because I just know dbf! James has good ass money and can afford to spoil you rotten and he does! So naturally when you are trying on sundresses and an old lady as they do approaches him he just talks to her. And then it happens.

“Daddy what do you think about-“

“Oh you have a daughter! How beautiful! Are you in college dear?”

You are already having a field day.

“Daddy! What a nice lady! Yes I am!”

“The dress looks fantastic on you dear, you should convince your dad to buy it!”

She leaves and James is confused. Is he turned on? Mad? Confused again?

“Jamie?”

“Oh so now I am Jamie?”

“Oh come on it was funny! She didn’t even notice you got hard when I called you daddy, it was fun!”

“Changing room. Now.”

I guess every brat needs a spanking sometimes.

#B’s 200 follower celebration #olivia #dbf!james potter #james potter x reader #james potter fluff #james potter smut

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sitp-recs · 5 days

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Thank you so much for your recs—they are fantastic! I wondered if you had any for Draco and Harry becoming friends at (and eventual lovers) at Hogwarts (doesn’t have to start with 1st year, but can!). Thank you!!

Hi there! Happy you’re enjoying the recs 😊 I got a couple recs, the majority is 8th year since I don’t really read canon rewrite AUs. I hope you enjoy these!

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How was Harry supposed to know that coming back for eighth year would be so confusing? Everything is the same, and yet not the same. And nowhere is this more obvious than with Draco Malfoy. Harry finds himself once more watching and following Malfoy, trying to work him out. When they are drawn together to heal the castle, Harry doesn’t just find Malfoy - he also finds himself.

Azoth by @lol-zeitgeistic (E, 88k)

Now that Harry is back at Hogwarts with Hermione for eighth year, he realises that something’s missing from his life, and it either has to do with Ron, his boggart, Snape, or Malfoy. Furthermore, what, exactly, does it mean when one’s life is defined by the desire to simultaneously impress and annoy a portrait? Harry has no idea; he’s too busy trying not to be in love with Malfoy to care.

Helix by Saras_Girl (E, 93k)

Seven months after the end of the war, Harry is feeling lost. Fortunately, he is about to be offered an unexpected and sparkling chance to find himself again.

Changing Tides by carpemermaid (E, 109k)

Draco has spent half of his life spouting the things his father has taught him without much thought about how he feels about what he says. When he unexpectedly comes face to face with the Dark Lord, he grapples with the harsh realities of the world and struggles with his changing views on life.

Written on the Heart by who_la_hoop (E, 114k)

Unnerved by the attention he’s attracting from everyone – the Slytherins are the least of it, to be fair – and struggling with a raft of changes to Hogwarts itself, Harry wishes he could be happy that one constant remains: Draco Malfoy really fucking hates him.

Twist of Fate by Oakstone730 (T, 300k)

Draco asks Harry to help him beat the Imperius curse during 4th year. The lessons turn into more than either expected. A story of redemption and forgiveness.

#asks #magtops #Drarry reclist #8th year friends to lovers #slow burn

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yamujiburo · 1 year

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Liepard is so much better for James than Haunter was! I get his hair made it a lil' difficult but that Liepard looks so much more like him!

Also the idea of Cassidy and Butch being a Blaziken and Tyranitar respectively is fantastic considering they are much cooler Pokemon and the pair always seemed to be Jessie and James' betters lol.

yeah i don't know what i was thinking with haunter lmaooo. growth

YESSSS they had to be super cool (since zoroark and liepard are pretty cool themselves)

#ask yam

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pinazee · 6 days

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So, to be honest, spelling bee is an ep that had to grow on me. It just always seemed too outlandish of a crime i think, idk. But the ep does show us more about shawns dysfunctional relationship with his father and Gus’s motivation to participate in Psych. Not to mention Juliet.

Gus is highly intelligent but in a way that feels he never utilized it properly. He has the mental fortitude to become a doctor if he wanted, he has the drive and the willpower it takes to become invested (as shown with how deep his knowledge of the bee and other subjects goes), yet he never did. We see in the pilot how little he actually cares for his “real” job. It pays the bills, thats it. At the end of the day, Gus plays it safe, and you get the feeling in the pilot that he’s not happy with where he’s at. He’s stagnant. Unfulfilled. Just as lost as Shawn.

In a lot of ways, they’re similar with that aspect. Both him and shawn have a variety of interests and skills, yet neither seemed to pursue a career in those fields. In shawns case, in his own words “he mastered it and moved on.” He got bored (ahem, ADHD). But i think in Gus’s case, he was too afraid to try. Or maybe nothing quite gave him enough of a spark to want to. As everyone later points out, Gus has a shit ton of potential that never seemed properly used.

Until Shawn comes around. And he needs him. He needs all of Gus’s knowledge and skills. He even finds the clues that the doctor was fake and Jari was sitting next to the kid with the inhaler. And its fun. He’s excited. Psych brings him joy.

As for our intro to Juliet- fantastic. We learn so much from so little screen time. She can banter with Shawn easily, and isn’t afraid to give pushback or to give Lassiter pointers (which considering she’s like brand new and he’s a bit of a prick is saying something), and she trusts her instincts to follow through with Shawns advice. Shes a good cop. Almost the antithesis to Lassiter. Shes warm, friendly, and trusting to his cold, distant, and weary.

Side note:

James motorcycle face makes me lol every goddamn time

#henrys analysis is coming later cause ohboy was he dad of the year in this ep #psych rewatch #psych #shawn spencer #burton guster #james roday #james roday rodriguez #dulé hill #dule hill #shawn and gus #juliet o'hara #maggie lawson #shules #carlton lassiter #tim omundson

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Choose your favorite!

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What fans say:

Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron:

I was a Horse Girl TM, so I watched this movie a million times as a kid. It's honestly the best horse animation I've ever seen, all the backgrounds are gorgeous, and the soundtrack is incredible. Also the plot is anti-colonial/anti "taming of the west". Genuinely cannot pick a favorite scene, but I love the scene where Spirit commits many acts of violence against the US military <3

horsie :) I love how they use actual horse body language instead of just turning them into a dog. Also enjoy how the protags are easily understandable with just body language and neighs. Also the 2d and 3d animation blend seamless.

I cannot begin to tell you what makes this movie so good. It's a corner stone of animated media. The societal commentary. The incredible emotion of not only the story but the animation. The songs. Sound the Bugle makes me cry every time.

This movie was a key part of my childhood and “Sound the Bugle” still makes me tear up.

This is like the greatest horse movie of all time and I will not change my mind. I watched this movie so many times as a kid that both the VHS and first cd I had for it got ruined and we had to replace it with another cd LOL. I once convinced my teacher to let us watch it in class because it had a few scenes with Native Americans and we were learning about them at the time(It's about the old west and the expansion of the United States westward so it has some Native American characters but def not enough to make it a Native American film, but it does have positive representation I think?) The main character is the horse Spirit, a lead stallion for a herd of mustangs. His thoughts are narrated but he doesn't actively talk and the horse behaviors are pretty realistic, also the ART of it all, James Baxter was one of the lead animators for this film and his work is incredible, and hand done. Some of the behind the scenes stuff in the extras makes the animation look 3d its so good, and the camera work is also insane. As a horse obsessed child this movie was a staple for me, and I prefer it even over live action movies with actual horses. ALSO THE SOUNDTRACK OH MY GODDD how can I almost forget, the soundtrack for this movie goes so hard, I used to use some of the songs as hype music not even lying.

The Mitchells vs. the Machines:

It’s in its core about family, how we can drift and argue. Not because of one true fault, but because we are different. It shows how being weird and different don’t make you less of a family while not demonizing people who do have more stereotypical ‘perfect’ families. I think it portrays our humanity and the way we bond and what we do for those we love, what we sacrifice, so well. It’s so funny and so sweet.

It's funny and the family is neurodivergent and it's just really nice v good time it looks like anti technology at first but its clearly more of a criticism on capitalism I just really like that movie its pretty to look at.

It's funky!!! hang on, bullet point list time: - has such a unique and expressive animation style - has a lot of pop culture references that don't really feel overbearing - has honestly one of the best family dynamics in a movie I've seen???? - realistic characters!!! with realistic and interesting character arcs!!! - absolutely hilarious. makes me laugh every time i watch it :) - comedic villain! gotta love me one of those. also she's badass for a smartphone so - tHERE ARE FURBIES - basically it's very chaotic but also heartwarming, and it's honestly my favourite movie :D

Heartwarming story about family! Also kickass animation

Very good stylized animation. Well written and designed characters. Super funny and sooo heart warming. Fucking rad action scenes (again the animation is fantastic). The story comes together well, it's just quite well written. + Protective dad character who's not annoying as hell (that's rare!). I love every part of when they're at the dinosaur museum thing.

#Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron #Spirit #The Mitchells vs. the Machines #best animated movie #round 2 #tournament poll #tumblr's favorite

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milunalupin · 3 months

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I'm sorry this is cheesy as hell but if possible could you do smth where reader has a huge crush on Peter pettigrew. She falls off a ladder in the library or smth like idk she falls from something high and Pete catches her lol 🙃😊

thank you for requesting ! i hope you like it :)

— falling for you

peter pettigrew x reader ★ 870 words

The halls were buzzing with talk of chocolates and love potions, Valentine's Day just around the corner. You strolled into the library, the soft rustling of pages a calming contrast to the busyness of the rest of the castle. Your friend (crush) Peter has recently mentioned to you that he had started becoming more interested in magical creatures, and that's why you thought to find your favorite book on the topic for him to read. The two of you met last year when you were both assigned to take care of a baby Puffskein for a month. Peter was too scared of the fluffy creature's tongue to get near him, so he usually just notes from afar while you played with the puff. Unfortunately for you, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them was on a shelf only Peter's friend and your Herbology partner Remus could reach if he was wearing high heels. You reached for your wand and groaned when you realized you had left it in your room, rushing to the library because you wanted to hand Peter the book by dinner. You decided to put your brain and arms to work and pulled a table over to the shelf the book was stored, huffing as you finally succeeded and climbed on top of the table.

"So, when are you introducing us to your secret girlfriend, Petey?"

"She's not my girlfriend." Peter whined, sliding Sirius' hand off of him.

The boys were following Remus into the library so he could return a few books he needed for an essay, and Sirius could not help but tease Peter as he had accidentally let it slip that he may have a little crush.

"Not yet." singsonged James, the teasing grin on his face dropping as he bumped into Remus back, the taller boy stopping abruptly.

"Hey Y/N, what are you doing up there?"

The four boys looked into the aisle Remus stopped in front of to see you on top of the table with a green book in your hand. You smiled sheepishly and waved your free hand, your eyes lingering a little longer on Peter, who returned your smile.

"Oh, hi guys. I was just grabbing a book for Peter."

Sirius and James looked at each other with a certain glint in their eyes, noticing how Peter looked up at you as if you had hung up each star in the sky yourself.

"So this is who you've been crushing on, eh? She's cute." Sirius winked at you.

"And thoughtful little thing, spending time out of her day just to find you a book!" chimed James, nudging Peter with his elbow.

"Hey- she's not- Sirius no-" Peter sputtered, his face red with embarrassment as he looked up at you with wide eyes. Months of pining and his feelings are exposed to you in the library? Because of Sirius? The teasing duo snickered to themselves as the watched their friend turn to the color of a tomato.

Remus sent you an apologetic smile before hitting James and Sirius on the back of the head and dragging them away so he could finally return his books, and to leave you two alone. Peter glanced up as you, surprised to see your cheeks pinkened as well, but still feeling humiliated to have his crush on you outed by his friends. He cleared his throat and straightened his posture before taking a step towards you.

"You.. were looking for a book, for me?"

You perked up and nodded, suddenly feeling self conscious as you were towering a few feet over him on the table. At least his friends has left so they wouldn't see you embarrass yourself in front of Peter.

"Oh! Yes, I was excited that you wanted to learn more about magical creatures, and there's only so much I can teach you, so I thought I'd find you a book." You smiled, holding out the book for him to take, but your foot landed too close to the edge of the table. A small squeal left your mouth as you fell, Peter quickly catching you before you hit the ground.

"Well I didn't expect for you to fall for me like that." He chuckled awkwardly, no doubt as red as a quaffle as he held you up in his arms. You stood up properly and set the book down on the table, hoping you weren't blushing as much as you felt you were.

"Thanks, for catching me." you mumbled, picking at some old polish on your nails nervously.

"You know.. I only asked you about magical creatures because I know you were really into them, a-and I wanted to spend more time with you." Peter gnawed on his bottom lip, his fingers anxiously tapping against the sides of his legs. If he was going to confess, it had to be now. He can't stay a cowardly Gryffindor forever, not after meeting you and wanting to impress you.

"I was wondering, if you were free next Saturday?"

"On Valentine's Day?"

"If you have plans already that's alright but if not then maybe you-"

"Peter," you stopped him with a shy smile mirroring his own.

"Of course I'll be your valentine."

#marauders x reader #marauders era #marauders #peter pettigrew #peter pettigrew x reader

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wisteria-cherry · 8 months

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in which you get drunk and it’s indirectly james’ fault

(mentions of alcohol, reader is drunk lol)

“quidditch game tonight!” james announced, walking into the boys’ dorm in his quidditch uniform. “be there or be slytherin!”

“slytherin? never!” peter snickered, reading one of sirius’ muggle magazines.

“then i guess i’ve no choice, then.” sirius, who was laying sideways on his bed, scribbling something down, perhaps prank ideas or a new way to make his family mad.

“we’ll be there.” remus hummed, reading on his own bed as you leaned against his shoulder, reading along as well as you could— remus was a fast reader.

“who’s it against?” you ask.

“slytherin.” james gagged, making a show of bracing himself on his broom like a cane and pretending to vomit at the sound of the slytherin name.

“if you’re going to be sick, do it outside.” remus said sarcastically, not looking up from his book.

“yeah, we don’t wanna clean that up!” peter chimed.

“gross, prongsy.” sirius snickered.

“least i don’t smell like wet dog.” james stuck his tongue out. sirius grinned. a challenge. he instantly jumped up and caught james in a headlock, rubbing his fist against james’s scalp.

“oi, the hair! watch the hair!” james protested, laughing as he tried to squirm away from sirius.

“take a nice, long whiff! i smell fantastic, thank you!” sirius declared, messing up james’s already messy black hair.

“alright, alright!” james groaned.

“say it!”

“you smell fantastic.”

“there we go.” sirius released james, who promptly fixed his hair. it was now medium messy instead of extremely messy, but still very messy.

“well, the game’s in an hour, so you’d all better be there.” james declared.

“we will be.” you grin. “signs and all.”

and you were. james was amazing— he was an incredibly skilled chaser. it was particularly amusing, though, because you could tell from james’ expression and body language that he was trash talking and taunting the slytherin relentlessly. the slytherins seemed pissed off, whether it was because of james’ taunting or just slytherins being slytherins.

“how’s it feel having such a terrible team?” sirius sniggered at a slytherin nearby in the stands.

“stuff it.” the slytherin snarled, glaring fiercely at sirius.

“i’ll stuff it once your team— YEAH, JAMESY!” sirius immediately cut himself off with a roar of triumph as james scored a goal. you immediately cheered as well as peter decided to pick up where sirius left off.

“we’ll stuff it once your team wins.” peter laughed, cheering along. even remus smirked to himself as he clapped.

“they got the snitch!” the commentator screamed. “gryffindor’s got the snitch!” the crowd went absolutely ballistic, shaking people by the shoulders as they hollered in delight. you turn to sirius, positively glowing.

“they did it!” you exclaim.

“we absolutely crushed it!” sirius cheered, lifting you up by the waist and spinning you around.

“sirius!” you laugh, holding his shoulders to keep yourself steady.

“did you see prongs? he absolutely killed it!” peter laughed.

“prongs will be insufferable.” remus cast a glance towards towards you and sirius, then to james on the field, who was getting hoisted up onto the team’s shoulders.

“without a doubt.”

there was a distinct lack of non-alcoholic drinks in the gryffindor common room, but you hardly noticed. they were all beginning to taste the same anyway. the room got blurry, too, and it was harder to single out people. luckily!! you saw sirius!! …you think.

you shuffled your way over, feeling yourself wobble a bit but it’s fineee you’re fine.

“sir’us…” you murmured, your words slurred as you set your hand on his shoulder. oh, it’s a her… it’s not sirius.

“oh, love,” the girl giggled. “are you drunk, sweetie?”

“oh, no…” you giggle. “‘m not drunk, that’s silly.” the girl’s expression changed and she seemed skeptical. skeptical. that’s a funny word.

“honey, were you looking for someone?” the girl asks slowly, taking your hands in hers.

“sir’us..” you murmur.

“sirius? sirius black?” the girl confirmed. you nod, feeling very wobbly. she releases one of your hands in order to lead you through the crowd with one hand and make space with the other. she must’ve been magic because she found sirius so quickly.

“she’s drunk, black,” the girl announced to a very curious sirius. he looked so pretty in the lighting. far too pretty. so elegant, like a raven but a good one because sirius is good. “she’s been crying for you.” you wonder who the drunk girl looking for black was.

“now that won’t do.” sirius’ eyebrows lifted in a show of curiosity and amusement. “well, i’ll take care of her. thanks, angie.” angie? must be that girl. the girl left, though, and it made you really sad because you really enjoyed her company.

“oh, love, why are you crying?” sirius broke into a grin, laughing but also seeming worried as he wiped your tears away.

“she— she left?” you sputter.

“yes, darling, she left because i’ve got to take care of you now.” he grinned. you grabbed his wrists as he wiped your tears. when did you start crying?

“do— do know where sirius is?” you mumble, hiccuping.

“i am sirius, love.” sirius hummed. oh. you’d forgotten.

“okay.” you manage to say. sirius’ hands leave your face and it’s sad, but then one of his hands takes yours and the other is on the small of your back. he guided you away from all the people and tasty drinks. “wait, no, but the drinks..”

“you’ve had plenty.” sirius snickered. “merlin, you are absolutely smashed.”

“smashed? what’s smashed? i didn’t do it, i didn’t break it-“ you ramble, wobbling slightly and deciding to lean into sirius for support.

“mm, i know you didn’t, love.” sirius snickered. “i haven’t even had time to get beered up myself, i can’t believe you’re already like this.”

“like what?” you struggle to focus your gaze on sirius as he opens a door. a dorm door, surely, because there are four beds. sirius leads you to one of them.

“c’mon, dove, sit down.” sirius patted the bed, standing beside it. you do as you’re told, swinging your legs curiously.

“whatcha doin’?” you chirp.

“hold still, sweetheart, we’ve got to get those shoes off.” sirius took one of your ankles gently, sliding off the shoe and then the sock. “people who sleep in socks are psychopaths, i can’t in good conscience let you do that.”

“who’s a psychopath?” you ask curiously.

“snivellus.” sirius replied solemnly. you nod along, assuming that snivellus must be a very solemn subject. “we caught him sleepwalking, once, and he was in socks.”

“oh.” you watch as sirius takes off your other show. “i’m cinderella.”

“are you now, princess?” sirius grins up at you, now standing since your shoes and socks were off.

“i’m sleepy, too,” you inform him, yawning. “a sleepy cinderella.”

“sleepy cinderella, huh?” sirius sniggered.

“mhm~” you hum and stretch your arms out to him. they didn’t reach at all, because you were sitting on the side of the bed and sirius was very very tall. “i wanna sleep with you, too, my prince~”

“i’m a prince, am i?” sirius’ grin widened. what a nice smile.

“yes!” you beam and stretch your arms out horizontally. “i love you thiiiiiis much!”

“i love you this much, too, lovebird,” sirius laughed, sitting next to you on the side of the bed and taking his shoes and socks off. not snivellus.

“i’ll sleep next to you only if you promise not to puke on me.” sirius bargained. you nod happily.

“okay.” you reply. you were hot, very hot, so you decided to take off your shirt. you struggled but managed to undo three buttons. sirius’ hands grabbed yours and stopped them.

“oi, oi, careful, now, you haven’t got any clothes on under that.” sirius said quickly. “you need to change, love.”

“oh.” you frown. “change to what?”

“wanna borrow a shirt?” sirius jabbed a thumb towards his trunk. you nod.

“from who?” you ask.

“from me, silly.” sirius hummed, opening the trunk and pulling out a dark grey t shirt with some sort of rock band on it. why’s it a rock band, anyway? do they play rocks instead of drums? he tossed it over to you and it hit you in the face. you splutter before pulling it off.

“my bad.” sirius laughed. “merlin, it’s so odd seeing you like this. all drunk and cuddly and whatnot.” sirius seemed less startled when you undressed this time, but instead of stopping you, he turned around and looked the other way. he seemed to be changing, too. you managed to change shirts, but paused taking your bottoms off to watch sirius. his back was totally bare, and it was a very nice back, thank you. he was in different pants, now, too, and they were shorts, not pants. he turned back around and the front of his bare torso was even better than the back.

“like whatcha see, princess?” sirius smirked. you beam.

“yes!” you answer earnestly. sirius’ smirk grew bigger as he flopped down on the bed.

“i’ll be keeping that in mind. hop in.” sirius went under the covers and so did you. you don’t remember much after that, though. only that sirius was holding you and you were holding sirius and that someone was trying to get in but the door was locked.

#marauders drabble #harry potter marauders #marauders #marauders era #the maraunders map #marauders oneshot #peter pettigrew #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #sirius black x reader #moony #padfoot #wormtail #prongs #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs

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reysdriver · 5 months

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Sirius in December

headcanons of Sirius in the month of December and around the holiday season

warnings: a mention of sirius' negiligent/abusive family at the start

words: 0.4k

- Obviously, Sirius has a complicated relationship with the holiday season, but he does enjoy it when he's away from the Black family

- He's a rich boy, so he LOVES gift giving

- It's almost an art form with him, like he's so good at it and loves spoiling the people he's close with

- He'll always get so many gifts for you and his friends, then tell you not to worry about how much it costs or what you got him when you express concern

- He gets really into decorating, loves having his whole house be in one aesthetic for the season and will put in the work to make sure it gets to that design and stays that way

- Doesn't like baking, but if anyone bakes for him, he'll accept SO quickly

- Would not be caught dead in an ugly Christmas sweater, even if you or the Marauders are begging him to put one on

- Is absolutely fantastic at wrapping gifts and making them all pretty with bows and ribbons

- Isn't a fan of the cold, but he does like getting into snowball fights with the boys

- One reason he hates the cold weather is because he hates going outside and freezing his ass off every time he wants to smoke

- Another reason he doesn't like winter is because he insists his outfits are made for autumn

- Literally like a little boy arguing that a winter coat, a hat, and other winter accessories are all going to ruin his outfit

- He doesn't wear good winter boots for the same reason and then slips a lot on ice patches (but tries playing it cool every time even when it absolutely was not cool)

- If you're dating (or even if you're not lol), he'll put up mistletoe and try to catch you under it all the time

- He'll insist on kissing James, Remus, Peter, and anyone else if they're under the mistletoe too; he doesn't discriminate or pick favourites

- Wears the little paper crown he gets from christmas crackers WITH PRIDE and makes it look so damn good because he's Sirius fkn Black

- Candles lit 24/7 around his house in the winter

- It's partially for heat, but mostly for aesthetic purposes and mood/vibe lighting

- Gets drunk at the Marauders christmas party and have the absolute HARDEST time getting home because he already slips on ice enough as it is, but imagine that while drunk off your ass (and he definitely isn't fit to use an apparition spell with all those christmas cocktails flowing through him)

#sirius black #sirius x reader #sirius black x reader #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x you #sirius black fluff #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black headcanon #sirius black fanfic #christmas #december #marauders era #marauders fanfiction #marauders headcanon

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singmyaubade · 1 year

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hi!! i was wondering if you could write a smutty story about sub!james? literally anything, pls🙏🏻

warning: mentions of smut and cursing

sub!james x female!reader

a/n: i did not proofread, i'm sorry if this was not what you were expecting LOL.

james never had any performance issues in his life.

he always managed to be a stallion in bed, giving nothing less and everything more. being a 'sex god,' in his own words, was one of the things he always took pride in.

it was his wings, the only thing that could cheer him up when all else failed.

if quidditch was his first passion, snogging girls was a definite second.

so when ruby weathers, a girl with the best bum in james's year, gives him a chance to sleep with her.

he has no choice but to.

james was ecstatic, practically jumping off of the walls. this was his moment, his opportunity once again to prove himself. there wasn't a single nerve in his body; he never underestimated his more large and not-so-average buddy down there.

before he knew it, he was in his perfect bedroom with weathers, relishing her getting on her knees to suck his cock.

and then, everything came to a halt.

after twenty minutes of her doing that, his buddy refused to get up. he felt the arousal, but his mind and cock were in different places.

after she complained about her jaw locking for the twenty-second time, he decided to get straight to the point. but even when he fucked her, he couldn't get hard.

eventually, ruby just told him awkwardly that it was okay and things clearly weren't working despite him asking her to try a few things. they didn't even exchange last words before she left.

and when she did, he was embarrassed, frustrated, in fact.

he didn't think weathers was the type to tell people's sex business or even gossip for that face.

he knew he was wrong when sirius came urgently yelling, "prongs, your dick is broken?!"

and that was, for sure, the icing on the cake.

he tried everything that didn't involve taking a particular little pill to perform.

he tried spells, teas, and even a massage, but nothing worked. he even thought he was attracted to other things, but it was no point.

eventually, his friends were all sensing his depression. he couldn't even play quidditch properly.

marlene, who felt no sympathy at all, even tried to cheer up james, but it was a loss. he completely lost himself through the entire thing, and yes, it might have been stupid for some people, but it meant a lot to him.

but then dorcas pulled him aside.

"go to the room written here on saturday after lunch," dorcas handed him the card. he looked at her, entirely confused, raising his eyebrow.

"i have a friend who helps with that kind of stuff," she tilted her head, "but don't tell anyone where you are going, and make sure to tell her that i sent you," she instructed to which he nodded and muttered a thank you before dorcas rushed off.

and when saturday after lunch was right there, he didn't know what to do, his fist knocking on your door lightly.

then he saw you, yawning when you opened the door. your hair perfectly laid, wearing a matching pink tank top and shorts that hugged your thighs most comfortably. your nipples were perked up through your tank top, making him swallow.

"eyes are up here, pretty boy." you tased as his face grew red.

"m’sorry," he stuttered, "i was told to uh- i mean, dorcas sent me here."

you looked at him questioningly, "and why did she do that?" you asked, pursing your lips.

"she said you could help me with my uh problem," he whispered, looking around.

"golden boy having a problem that i have to fix?" you tsked, smirking, "interesting." you moved aside to let him, walking to your own bed.

he took that opportunity to look at your ass which was 'bloody fantastic,' he thought. he stood there gawking at you, not knowing if he should come in.

"you coming in or?" you flattered, to which he came in immediately, shutting the door.

he stood there like a scarecrow before you giggled, "come sit with me," you patted the spot next to you on the bed.

he nervously fiddled with his fingers as you placed your hand on his hand to calm him down, "what problems are you having?"

he stayed silent, clearly embarrassed, "james," you grabbed his chin so he looked at you, "i'm here to help you, not judge you,"

he took a deep breath, "i am having trouble during sex."

"what kind of problems?" you asked, using your thumb to brush his fingers.

"i can't get hard," he admitted, looking down.

he was prepared for you to laugh, even mock him for having such a stupid problem, but you still maintained a compassionate face.

"okay," you said, "and when did you start having that problem," you asked.

"two weeks ago," he muttered.

"and have you tried anything new? maybe something new in your sex life?" you suggested.

"i've tried everything i can think of; it's just not happening." he was frustrated.

"okay then let's try everything you haven't thought of." you half-joked.

"like what?" he asked, making eye contact with you.

"hmm," you tapped your chin, "first things first, are you more dominant or submissive?"

"uh," he said, genuinely not knowing.

"okay that's fine, i'll find out," you replied, sounding sure.

"and are you okay with being intimate with me?" you asked.

he could feel his face turning bright red, "y-yeah that's fine, i mean if you are fine with it but if you're not, its okay, i do-"

you kissed him, cutting him off. your tongue entangling his, hand on his thigh. you grabbed his hand, putting it on your breast as his other hand went to your cheek.

you pulled away from him as he whimpered, "what do you want me to do, james?" you asked.

"i don't know," he answered, drunk off your lips.

"can i suck you off, baby?" you asked, your eye contact ripping him into pieces.

"y-yes." he answered nervously as you got onto your knees.

you touched his belt, unbuckling it as you reached up to kiss him one last time. you palmed him through his boxers, not feeling him get hard yet, but you were patient.

you pulled him soft out of his boxers, stroking him fully. he was big even soft which you admit made you dripping in your panties.

your tongue did a long stripe on his cock, making him moan. you sucked on his tip first, putting your hand on his thigh as his hand palmed into a fist.

you put him deeper in your mouth, letting him hit the back of your throat as he whined. you grabbed his hand, unfisting it, interlocking your hand in his.

you continued bobbing your head up and down his length, your other hand stroking whatever you couldn't fit in your mouth.

james continued holding your hand, holding it tighter when you sucked his tip.

"is it good, jamie?" you asked, breathing a bit hard.

"so good," he whimpered.

that's when you finally felt him getting hard, when you talked to him.

"you are doing so well for me," you complimented, "you are being so good."

he groaned at your words as you continued sucking him off, him being fully erect now.

"so big," you managed to say with his cock inside your mouth.

his cock twitched inside your mouth and you knew he was near when he gripped your hand tightly.

"you can do it," you muffled through his cock, the vibrations sending him.

james closed his eyes, leaning his head back before cumming inside of your mouth.

"i wanna kiss you," he whined as you smiled, kissing him with his cum inside of your mouth as it slobbed over both of your chins.

your mouth invaded his as he moaned inside of your mouth. his hands touched your top, tugging at it. you could tell that he wanted it off of you.

"you wanna take off my top for me, jamie?" you asked as he nodded.

you let him take your top off as you straddled his lap, him latching on your nipple as soon as he could which earned a moan from you. his spit all over your chest, your nipples swollen.

you raised off of him for a second to take off your shorts as he looked at you in awe with his big, brown eyes.

you straddled him again, aligning his cock with your hole. he continued sucking on your nipple as you sat down on him and he groaned.

"fuck," you said, "stretching me out."

he was hardening inside of you again, getting drunk off of your pussy.

he whimpered as he hit the spongy spots inside of you. you started a slow speed and once it stopped stinging, you went faster.

he held onto your body tightly, not letting you go. he mewled the faster you went, his cock twitching inside of you due to the immense pleasure.

"so needy baby," you moaned, bouncing up and down.

he hit the perfect spot inside of you as you tried not to grow hazed in pleasure.

"i can't hold it in, mommy." he said, you being a bit surprised at his wording.

"it's okay baby," you soothed, "you can cum." you smoothed the back of his hair.

you kept riding him until he came, not worried about your release. he came with a whimper, sensitive.

"i wanna taste you mommy," he groaned with you still inside of him as he softened inside of you.

"next time jamie, this was for you right now," you grinned, kissing him delicately on his lips.

you tried letting him go but his grip on you was still there, not wanting you to leave.

"i'm not gonna go anywhere," you calmed, him still inside of you.

"i just wanna cuddle for a while," he said.

"okay, we can do that." you gave him a reassuring smile, laying the both of you down, entangled in each other as you gave a peck to his nose.

your eyes fluttered closed as james admired you.

and before he slept, he knew that he definitely owed dorcas his life.

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