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slytherweasley · 1 year

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Late (poly marauders x reader)

Warnings: swearing, smut, oral, penetration, unprotected sex, shower sex, dirty talk

Summary: the marauders are known for being late because of their needs constantly being fulfilled.

(Thank you so much for 5k)

You always ended up being late no matter where you would go. People started noticing when you would be early or on time rather than when you were late. You never had a problem with it before you were dating your three boyfriends.

Now you had to satisfy the needs of your three teenage boyfriends who are constantly horny and their needs make you needy. The weekends are usually spent in their dorm fucking all day long.

You started getting ready for school and other commitments earlier however it didn’t fix the problem. You’d get in the shower in the morning and Remus would meet you in there.

“Morning baby” he says undressing and getting into the shower with you. “Morning Rem” you press a kiss to his lips and shortly after your greetings you’d be pressed up against the shower wall as Remus pounds into you.

It was almost a daily ritual.

“Fuck right there” you wrap your legs tighter around his torso as he brings you both closer to your orgasm. “Such a good girl” he groans into your ear sending you over the edge and finishing around him.

He finishes inside you, cleans you up and you’re both ready for the day until your other two boyfriends wake up. “Y/n” James whines, you cuddle up next to him “morning Jamie” you press a kiss to his forehead “you’re so pretty” he compliments.

You could already feel how hard he was. “You want me to suck your cock?” You ask and press a kiss to his cheek “yes, yes I do please” he begs.

You pull down his pyjama pants letting his cock free and waste no time in sucking him off. Sirius gets up “fuck this is hot” he says. He gets onto the bed and lifts up your skirt pulling down your underwear.

James’s moans make you incredibly wet as Sirius discovers. “Baby, you’re so fucking wet, I just want to help you” you take your lips off James’s cock “Siri, please eat me out” James whines at the cold air hitting his cock.

You move your mouth back onto his cock and Sirius eats you out from behind. Remus watches from his bed jerking off to the three of you.

James groans each time you moan around his cock. “I’m close” he warns and finishes in your mouth. Sirius flips you over so you’re laying beside James allowing him better access to your pussy.

James joins Sirius in eating you out, his tongue teases your entrance. Remus joins the three of you and pressed kisses to your face and neck.

You hold onto Remus’s hand as you finish. The boys clean you up and fix your uniform as you calm down after the intense high.

Once the four of you are ready you make it to the end of breakfast grabbing whatever is left and quickly eating it on the way to your next class.

After your first class of the day, Sirius met you outside your class and walked you to your next class with him. You are potions partners which meant Sirius could be close to you, he rested his hand on your thigh and you knew he had a motive.

His hand slowly crept up your thigh until he was circling your clit over your underwear. You looked at him as you tried not to make a sound. Your hand moves to his bulge massaging his semi hard cock.

As soon as you were dismissed you made your way to the closest broom closet. Sirius casts a silencing spell and pulls your underwear down. You help him unbutton his constricted pants and underwear letting his cock free.

He pushes you up against the wall and shoves himself inside you immediately pounding inside you. You were both the vocal ones in your relationship. Sirius grunts and groans keeping his hands securely around your waist muttering filthy words into your ear.

“So tight, just want to fill you up with my cock.” “Stretching out that tight little pussy.” You moan and squeeze around him.

He fucks into your a couple more times. “Fuck so wet” he cries out “so good” you moan. “Gonna pull out and cum in your mouth baby, ok?” You nod. He pulls out and you bring your mouth to his cock as he finishes and you swallow it all.

He helps you put your underwear on and fixes your skirt “thank you” you say your head still foggy and submissive “No baby, thank you. You’re too good to me” he presses a kiss to your forehead.

Sirius walks you to your class pressing a kiss on your lips before you walk in late and sit next to Remus. “At least one of you was on time today” your professor says,

Remus already could tell you’d been fucked. “Sirius?” He questions you “yeah, like 2 minutes ago” you could tell by Remus’s tone and body language he was a bit jealous he didn’t get to join in.

From then to the end of the day you’d met up with Remus to suck him off in an empty hallway and James had eaten you out in a broom closet.

You never seemed to tire of their neediness. It made you feel loved and wanted.

Both you and James always had the last class off on a Thursday. You met in his dorm, he was already in and excited to see you, he meets you with a kiss and starts undressing.

“In a rush Jamie?” You ask “I need to you to ride me” “It’s okay I will.” James undresses you down to your underwear, your lips connect with his as the two of you desperately hunger for each other.

“I need to be inside you” James mumbles against your lips quickly before pressing his lips to yours once again. You tug on James’ hair, he moans into the kiss.

You finally give in to him and start to unclasp your bra and pull off your underwear. James sits up getting undressed and waits for you with his cock hard and painful.

You straddle him lining him up with your entrance, you both give each other a meaningful look of anticipation. You sink down onto his cock, you both moan at the feeling.

You move up and down until you find the perfect pace that fills the room up with your moans and the sound of your skin meeting as you ride him. Your hips move up and down and side to side making yourself feel good on his cock.

The door swings open, Sirius and Remus walk in. “Fuck me” Sirius drops his bag and walks over to the bed “Is Jamie being a good boy for you, darling?” Remus asks “yes so good” you don’t stop the pace until you feel yourself getting close.

Sirius touches you all over placing kisses on your jaw and neck while Remus holds your hand. “Fuck I’m almost there” you let your hips move at a fast pace moving in every direction that makes you feel good. You look over at James as he looks infatuated with you, you can tell he is close.

“Jamie, you don’t cum until I do” he nods. He concentrates on not finishing. You feel yourself getting closer, the boys can tell you’re almost there. “Good girl” Remus presses a kiss to your cheek “cum for us sweetheart” Sirius encourages.

You squeeze around James and finish around him, seconds later you feel James finish inside you.

You cuddle up next to James while Remus cleans you up. You feel your eyes getting heavier as you drift off to sleep.

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remusluvr · 9 months

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all these things that i've done | remus lupin

summary: Remus is drunk, you're the first person he thinks of to call. content: drunk Remus, exes, throwing up (and reader tells Remus to throw up so he can get it out of his system), unedited

"(Y/N)," he draws out, voice high and sing-songy. He's honestly a little surprised you picked up his call. You're a little surprised that you picked up too. It's nearly two in the morning. Anyone in their right mind would have woken up, seen that their ex was calling, and put the phone right back down to go to sleep. You couldn't though not with the achy feeling that formed in your stomach after seeing the caller ID.

"Hi, Remus. Are you alright?" you ask, voice raspy from having been woken up. You hear James nearby calling for Remus and Remus brushing him off so he can find a quieter place to talk to you. "What's going on?"

"We went to a bar. It's the bar that we always used to go to," he breathes, background much quieter now. He must have gotten away. You don't really know what to say. "It made me think of you. James told me not to call."

"You're drunk, Remus," you grumbled, fingers pinching at the bridge of your nose. Of course, he's drunk. That's the only reason why he's calling. "Go back to James and Sirius. Are they trying to leave?"

"No. But I want to leave."

"Are you really calling me for a ride? What the fuck?"

"No, no, no, no, no. I mean, yes. I am calling for a ride but I miss you."

"Call an uber." With that, you hang up the phone. How dare he call you asking for a ride after you haven't spoken to each other in months. You lost half of your friends because of your breakup. Lily and Marlene are the only ones that still talk to you. Every once in a while, you'll get a text from James but nothing important.

And you would think with the way you're fuming at him for thinking he could just call you up and you'd come running, that when his name comes up on your phone again you wouldn't answer it. You do.

"I'm sorry for calling you. Please don't be mad at me," he whispered. You feel bad. He's obviously drunk with no way to get home. You don't want him to take an uber by himself and the bar isn't too far from your house.

"Wait outside, I'll be there in fifteen." He mumbles a thank you before you can hang up on him. You huff under your breath as you take the warm blankets off of you, getting up to locate a pair of pants, shoes, and your car keys.

He's like an excited puppy when you get there, jumping up immediately as you pull in front of where he's sitting with James. James doesn't look as drunk as Remus and you're grateful that one of them had the hindsight to be a little smart. Getting out of the car, Remus is on you, pulling you into a hug so he can rest his cheek on your head, mumbling out a, "Missed you so much."

You try to ignore the pull his words have on your heart but it's only been a few months since you broke up. You haven't exactly moved on from him.

"He drank a lot," James explains, "I tried to get him to call anyone else but he told me that he wanted you to come and get him."

You spin in Remus's hold so he's pressed against your back, face buried in your neck. You're trying to talk to James but you can't focus, not when he starts pressing kisses onto your skin like no time has passed between the two of you seeing each other.

"Don't worry, I'll get him home."

"Noooo, can I sleep on your couch? Please?" James looks at you with a look of pity. You brush it off, reaching back to run a hand through Remus's hair. You say bye to his friends, pulling him into the passenger seat of your car and handing him a water bottle that you had grabbed before you left. "You're so sweet."

You don't say anything, climbing into the driver's seat and starting in the direction of his house. He notices and is quick to whine about wanting to be with you. If it weren't so late maybe you'd have more energy to argue, but you don't so you just start in the direction of your apartment.

"I think about you all the time," he confesses. That's bold coming from the boy who locked you out of his life. He broke up with you so why does he think he has a right to say these things to you. You have to remind yourself that he's drunk so you don't slap him across the face. "I don't think I'll ever get over you, sweetheart."

"Rem, stop talking," you say through clenched teeth. He doesn't know what he's saying and he won't remember it in the morning. Tomorrow, he'll wake up and scurry out before you wake up so that he doesn't have to face you, you're sure of it.

"I never stopped loving you. Was just scared to let you in."

There are tears pricking at your eyes but you won't let yourself cry. You won't. Because if you do then Remus will just try to comfort you and you'll let yourself get your hopes up. You don't say anything the rest of the way home.

He throws up the minute he steps out of your car. You groan, throwing his arm over your shoulder so you can help him into the house and to a proper toilet.

"I'm sorry I called you. Just need you. I hate not having you around."

"We can talk in the morning. Pull the trig and throw up so we can both sleep."

You let him sleep on the floor by your bed after he complained about the couch. Anything to just have him shut up. You don't sleep much, not when you can hear him breathing so close to you. Everything he's said tonight keeps replaying in your head as you stare up at the ceiling. If he really means any of it, he'll be here in the morning and willing to talk to you. If not, you'll block him and finally let go.

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morwap · 7 months

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hey morgan! miss u <33 🎃

FLUFF! send this with a fluffy concept/scenario + an au! and i’ll write blurb for it! - and i would love to see it w the teacher!james and reader decorating their classroom maybe halloween themed? and they’re not together yet but they like eachother so james is just like flirting and readers playing hard to get?? lyy

i missed u bookie <333

you sat on the edge of your desk as you cut out paper bats, it was October first and it was on your bucket list to decorate for the season.

james had been doing everything and anything to be close to you, his classroom had moved right beside yours three weeks before the school year began.

“where do you want this one?” james asked, you looked up and watched as he held up a cute laminated ghost.

“over there by the textbooks” you pointed in the direction. james smiled and walked over quickly.

“you know we should get coffee after this” james laughed nervously, moving his glasses back up by scrunching his face.

“we get coffee everyday today in the teachers lounge james” you giggled, setting down the left over paper and opening the bats.

james smiled and shook his head, “yeah-yeah i know but you know like-“

“-like a date?” you finished his sentence as you walked to your bulletin board and tacked your bats to it.

“uhm yeah” he sighed nervously and looked at you.

“hmm i’m not sure, i’m a very busy woman” you quipped and winked at him.

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 11 months

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lea!!!!! I'm in my bed thinking about remus finding ways to spend extra time with you, specially when you're new in your relationship, we all know he is not very eloquent in expressing himself, that's why he tries to spend time with you more often. Kskjksksjlzx he is so cute :')

A/N: alex, please never stop sharing your adorable morning thoughts with me. I beg you 🙏

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“Sorry, Mrs Benson,” nearing the front door, you mumbled through the toothpaste foam filling your mouth, “I already told you, I haven’t seen your cat-,” your slightly defensive sentence crumbled as you swung the door open, revealing, not your neighbour as you had expected, but the unforeseen visage of your boyfriend patiently waiting on the other side, “Remus?” you blinked back at him, scrambling for a reason as to why he would show up at your doorstep, completely unannounced, just as you were getting ready for bed.

“Hi love,” he smiled back at your frazzled form.

Soft music still emanating from your phone balanced on the bathroom sink, heat quickly rose in your cheeks as your dishevelled state dawned on you, “I-…” toothpaste dripped from your lips, staining the pyjamas you wore, the embarrassing ones you had held on to since you were young just because the childish fabric was so soft and comfortable, “what are you doing here? Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, everything is fine,” he stepped inside as you moved for him to do so, “I just missed you and thought that maybe I could sleep here tonight,” he suggested warmly as the door clunked shut behind him.

“Here?” memories of how the newly found tango of you two sleeping in the same bed flooded your mind, causing fuzzy confusion to tint your tone as it usually involved certain distracting activities that weren’t exactly restful, “but don’t you have that meeting early tomorrow morning?”

Shuffling back into the bathroom to rinse out your mouth, Remus followed along, “yeah, so?” he leaned against the doorframe and watched you shyly return to your nightly routine, “does that prohibit me from sleeping in your bed instead of my own?”

“No,” hands came to a scrambling halt in their attempt at closing the still-open jar of thick cream, your head whipping around to look at him, “I just-…” you felt your tense body begin to melt as the earnest way he was watching you sank in, “you really just came all the way over here purely to sleep beside me?”

“Pretty much,” he crossed his arms over his chest and let his head drop to the side, resting it against the doorframe as he then added, “you look beautiful by the way,” swiftly making you blush as the genuine adoration for the top of your greasy head to the bottom of your fuzzy socked feet shined through.

Biting down on your blooming smile, you walked closer and snaked your arms around his neck, “you’re perfect, you know that right?”

“Ah,” he exhaled, his broad palms swiftly curling around your waist, “I’m pretty sure you’re the perfect one here, darling,” he leaned down to seize your lips in a sweet kiss.

Barely pulling back at all, you nuzzled your nose against his and teased, “you sure you didn’t just come over here to get some?”

“Are you crazy?” he mimicked appal, “I’ve got a meeting at 8 and we both know that a quickie with you is never just a quickie.”

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spiderfunkz · 9 months

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hello! how are you doing? could you do a blurb about remus lupin taking gn!reader on a picnic date please? take your time and thank you :)

✧.* daisy rings and coffee

— summary : a surprise picnic date with your remus lupin.

— pairings : remus lupin x gn!reader

— word count : 0,3k

— warnings : all fluff, pet names, food stuff, mentions of remus' scars, and like one kiss on the hand.

a/n : hiiyaa i'm alright! thank u for the request anon!! sorry this took a bit but i hope you enjoy itt <33 also do u get the pet name like star because he's moony and your his star (sorry sirius).

"were almost there, just close your eyes a bit longer 'kay?" remus grinned, his hands guiding you down the hill slowly.

down the hill is a pretty picnic all ready for the both of you. remus had planned this date for days, finding the perfect plaid blanket, the perfect snacks, and the perfect spot.

he laid out everything near a lake by a willow tree and everything is going amazing.

the sun was shining perfectly at the spot, the water was reflecting the glow of the sun, the trees are alive and he was about to spend the afternoon with you.

"okay, you can open them now!" remus awkwardly stands near the picnic. you gasp at the sight of the daisies laid out along the blanket, the fresh toast covered jam, the smell of coffee, and the chocolate muffins.

you smile and give him a big hug, "do ya like it, star?" he smirks. "like it? this is so lovely, rem." you held his hands.

you two sit and enjoy the scenery around you. "i learned how to bake these muffins just for you." he hands you one. "you should be thankful i didn't burn the entire hogwarts kitchen." he joked, "you probably did." you reply, laughing.

the two of you talk for a bit as the sun sets. remus fiddles around with the daisies that are laid around the blanket, making it into two small rings. you were enjoying the homemade chocolate muffins remus made and the now cold toast.

you were admiring the way remus' hair perfectly falls in place, the way his hands effortlessly craft the flowers into rings, and the way his freckles and scars can resemble the star and galaxies.

"okay, now give me your hand, my love." he says, putting the flower ring on your ring finger. "and," he grabs another flower but this time he puts it behind your ear, "there, you look beautiful."

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starstruckwillows · 1 year

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♡ concept of time - j.p ♡

requested by 🐍<3

james potter x shy!reader, fluff, tiny bit of quickly resolved angst if you squint, adhd!james

you and james make quite a pair, forgetful and disorganized

it was an likely sight to walk into the marauders' room and seen an uneven spread of chaos.

remus kept his assorted belongings extremely organized, in labelled boxes, with a little trinket dish on his bedside table for any assorted items, usually things gifted to him by sirius, ranging from paperclips bent into shapes to shiny pebbles.

sirius wouldn't know what the word tidy meant if an open dictionary fell on him. he'd probably try to make out with it instead of reading it.

peter was relatively tidy, but there were clothes tossed around on the odd occasion he couldn't be bothered to put them away, and the ones he did were never folded right.

and then james just fluctuated. he didn't like mess, he didn't like to live in it, but finding the motivation to maintain order was rare. so you knew as you walked into the dorm and saw his bed made, table tidied, trunk closed and not bulging from the sides, that he would be in a good mood from whatever inspiring burst had him like this.

settling down onto his bed, you folded yourself into the corner with the curtains obscuring you slightly, content to study for your upcoming transfiguration exam until your boyfriend returned from wherever he was currently.

you'd agreed to meet in his room, but you couldn't exactly remember the time, so you thought you'd play it safe by arriving early. you'd then go to the three broomsticks as you usually did. james would get a butterbeer and you would get a hot chocolate because, "it tastes gross and it's not even alcoholic".

a few hours passed, and from the window you could see groups trailing out of the main gates and back again, rosy cheeked and shoving hands into pockets.

maybe he's forgotten, you thought to yourself, content to return to your book and spend the evening with him instead.

when the door flung open, likely denting the wall, you assumed it was remus. occasionally he'd get in a mood and things would get slammed, and it was best everyone stay out of his way on those days.

so when you raised your head and saw james, curls messy and plastered to the sides of his face with snow, breaths shallow and uneven from the cold air he'd clearly been exposed to, you were surprised.

this posture didn't match the good mood that the state of his room suggested.

"hey... jamie? you good?"

he blinked at you. you frowned.

"hello?"

with a long sigh, james shrugged, "you forgot to come hogsmeade. but it's fine, at least you're here now."

you sat up straighter, brows creasing, "i didn't forget anything, you did! no? i thought we were meant to meet here to go down to hogsmeade... no?"

james rolled his eyes playfully, tension dissipating from his shoulders as he shrugged his coat off, coming to stand between your legs and connecting your hands, sweetly pressing a kiss to your lips and leaving you with heat in your cheeks.

"no. but it's okay, i'd rather be here with you."

you bit your lip, "sure? there's still time if you wanna go..."

he moved his thumb to pull your bottom lip from the cruel pressure of your teeth, "i'm sure. it's warmer here."

"we could go tomorrow?"

james lent his head against yours, brunette curls flopping onto your face and making you scrunch up and laugh, "sounds great."

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natashxromanovf · 1 year

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no no, I have so many so here I am! okay, since it's on brand for me to be a little too obsessed with rockstar!marauders, what about the reader surprising her boyfriend (whichever marauder you'd like) by showing up at one of their meet and greets? like maybe the band has been touring for a while and they've just been calling and texting so seeing reader irl almost sends the poor rocker into shock nsixnd

Meet and Greet

james potter x fem!reader

wc: 694

warnings: not proofread

a/n: i have no idea how a meet and greet works so sorry if it’s not accurate! i love writing the request, thank you for sending it in ❤️

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The idea to surprise your boyfriend and your friends was a last-minute one. You haven’t seen each other in person for over a month, and frankly, you missed him. A lot. The idea came to your head in one moment and in the next, you have already purchased a ticket to their meet and greet. You were about to text him the good news but decided to wait on it a little and make it a surprise.

That’s why you’re currently standing in this god knows how long of a line, in the chilly weather, waiting for them to open the door to a (hopefully) warmer inside of the building. Checking your phone, the line finally starts moving and before you know it, you’re already inside. People spread out around the room but the place is still very crowded. You knew they were famous but you didn’t know they were that famous. There were mostly girls, some boys too. You guessed that’s how it is with boybands.

There was a door that led to a separate room, and you guessed that’s where the boys were. Bodyguards were stationed before it, letting the people in, separating them into small groups. You figured it'd be a while before it was your turn, so you asked a kind person behind you if she could possibly hold your spot while you get something to drink from the vending machine at the other end of the room. She said yes and you thanked her, grateful for the fact that kindness still exists.

A couple of moments later you return to the line, a water bottle in your hand. The girl from before smiles and offers you your place back, moving a couple of steps back. You grin and thank her once again, going on your phone. You lose the sense of time as you scroll on tik tok and before you know it, it’s already your turn. The surprisingly kind bodyguards let you in, and now there’s just a couple of seconds separating you from seeing that surprised expression on James’ face.

“Good afternoon, love,” James greets before he looks up, busy with writing something on a poster. When he looks up with that smirk of his though, you knew the waiting and the flight and the money spent were worth it. As soon as his eyes lay on you, his expression changes a million times in a couple of seconds. He’s surprised, then he’s happy, and then he’s already standing up to wrap his arms around you. You let out a laugh as he lifts you up, spinning you around. Pure happiness washes over you, and you swear you could stay in this moment forever if it was possible.

“Y/N! What are you doing here?” he exclaims as he finally puts you down, cupping your face in his hands.

“I came here to see you, silly,” you chuckle, wrapping him in a hug once again.

“Are you okay?” he asks, worriedly.

“Of course I am, why wouldn’t I be?” you question in a joking matter, looking at him.

“Don’t know. I guess I’m just shocked, I didn’t expect to see you today at all,” he mutters, finally pressing a kiss against your lips. Everyone in the room starts screaming, and suddenly you remember you’re not alone. Taking a look around you see everyone smiling, cheering at the two of you.

“I knew I recognised you from somewhere!” the girl that guarded your spot before says, grinning wider than she did before. “I saw you in some of the band posts,” she explains, happy that she made the connection. You nod to her and make a mental note to yourself to ask her for her Instagram later. Turning your head back to James you lean closer and whisper: “We’ll talk more later, babe, you have some autographs to sign. I’ll go say hi to the others,”. He kisses your cheek in agreement, going back to his chair, waving his hand for a girl to come closer. You take one last look at the boy before moving forward, stopping in front of Sirius to greet one of your oldest friends.

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timotheechlamett · 2 years

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regulus black, dark and broody with a sunshine girl.

he is so confused on why she is so happy and friendly and he is scared that she is going to leave him for someone who is like her.

so kind of like a comfort type thing. idk just thought this was going to cute. thank you and please.

SUNSHINE

was listening to cigarettes out the window when I got this, I love this request so much. I tried a new writing style, so sorry if it’s not great!

WARNINGS: angst/pining.

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I had noticed her far before she even paid me a sliver of attention. She was friends with everyone, so bubbly and perfect. My complete opposite.

She sat next to me in the library one day.

We didn’t talk much, well, I didn’t talk much. I never talk all that much, to anyone. That didn’t seem to bother her.

She’s sat next to me every day that I’m here since then.

After the fourth week of her one sided conversations, I found myself opening up more, giving her details of my life, of my mind, what I liked and didn’t. It was like I had no control over what I should and shouldn’t share. She had done the same, told me about her life, her family, friends, I even knew her favorite color.

Yellow.

I’ve shared smiles with her, genuine smiles, laughs, and we even have inside jokes. She’s part of my daily routine, the one spot of light in my dark life.

It’s week ten now? I think. She doesn’t miss a day and stays until I decide to leave. I don’t understand why she puts up with me, or what keeps her coming back. Or what keeps me coming back really, maybe it’s the fact she gives me her full attention like I’m the only person in the world.

Or maybe it’s the fact I have feelings for her.

I know how she feels about me, she gives it all away with a look.

Poor Y/n has been speaking for the both of us given my exceptionally sour mood. She always tries to cheer me up even if I’m not the most pleasant.

And she stays here with me regardless, she’s always here. Even when we’re alone.

But today was an exceptionally bad day.

Sirius and his horde of Gryffindors got under my skin with their taunting, nearly to the bone.

I sit in the library, staring at my Astronomy textbook, my quill still sat at the top of my parchment unmoving, and my mind racing a mile per second. I nearly forgot where I was until-

“Oh! Have you started on your Potions essay? I still can’t choose which po-“

“Why are you here everyday I am?” I interrupt.

“What do you mean by that?” She tilts her head slightly, a small grin takes form on her lips.

“Would you not rather be by your friends?” I look up at her, I can’t help the slight annoyance that takes over me. She doesn’t pick up on it.

“Well I- aren’t we friends? I want to spend time with you-” She fully smiles now.

“Are we?” I say as I hold her stare, the smile softens to a grin, her eyebrows furrow slightly.

“I mean you’ve gone out of your own way to sit next to me for the past two months, every single day. I don’t exactly remember extending an invitation.” My words come out like venom.

Her face is washed of a smile and now replacing that is a look of hurt? No, this is devastation. As soon as the words leave my mouth I feel my heart crack.

I’ve never seen true pain on another person, I’ve never caused it either. She looks far worse than what I ever imagined it to be.

I watch her eyes tear up, those same tears falling as she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Y/n, you don’t need to cry.” I pinch the bridge of my nose before looking back at her, she pulls her gaze away from me and starts packing her things quickly.

“Wait, are you leaving?” I try to hide the panic in my voice.

Please don’t leave me.

“Look, I’m sorry okay-” I start.

“No, Regulus, don’t be sorry.” Her tearful gaze snaps to mine, “You know, I-“ she lets out a dry laugh, “I really fucking liked you. I chose to spend my time with you because I thought you weren’t how people said you were and I really-” She sighs and wipes her eyes, “But now it is so painfully obvious that you never wanted to be near me.” She spits, she slings her bag over her shoulder.

I watch every step she takes as she walks away.

She’s walking away from me.

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I notice her more now that she pays me no attention. She’s still friends with everybody, still as bubbly, still perfect. Even if I hurt her.

She used to sit next to me in the library every day.

We didn’t talk much until we did, and she listened to me, she heard me, she made my feelings and opinions valid. I talked to her about everything, even things I shouldn’t have. In return she gave me the same.

She gave me the sunshine that I craved in this thunderstorm I call life.

She was my yellow.

It’s week four now? I think. There’s not a day she isn’t on my mind, all I can do is stare at her in classes. I don’t know why I hurt her, but I know I’ll never forgive myself.

I miss the smiles, laughs, and inside jokes. I miss her voice, the way she laughs, the way she smells.

The thing I miss most is how she looked at me.

Maybe it’s the fact that I have feelings for her. No, I know how I feel now.

I love her.

I love her more than I’ll ever be able to explain.

And everyday is an exceptionally bad day, because I hurt her, so now I have to watch as she laughs with her friends, as she smiles at the boy so obviously trying to court her even if she doesn’t realize it, I have to watch her be happy.

Without me.

So I sit at our spot in the library and hope she comes back.

And I’ve never dealt with true heartbreak, but this is far worse than what I imagined it to be.

I just want my sunshine back.

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sirius black—tell your heart to mend.

summary: sirius relies on you, even if he can’t always see where you’re going.

word count: 0.6k

fanfic no. 006

walking towards the small park opposite the row of houses at claremont square, you peered through the fence bars. there was a hunched figure sat on the edge of the fountain, their elbows on their knees and hair falling over their face.

hastening your steps towards the gate inside, you gripped your bag closer to your side.

"hey," you announced yourself, walking up to the figure by the fountain.

"hello darling," sirius replied, standing up with a sigh. he pulled you in close, tucking your head under his chin and inhaling your familiar scent.

"i can't breathe," your voice was muffled against his body.

sirius laughed, releasing you from his grip and reached for your hand in replacement for your embrace as he began to walk through the small park. he was silent for a long time, his breaths coming out in white puffs against the cool air, but the silence wasn't uncomfortable. the two of you were so honest with each other that you knew it was only a matter of time before he told you the real reason for his late night call—the one that nearly woke your parents from their slumber and forced you down the stairs just to stop the ringing.

how you wished your parents would allow a landline in your room.

"it's regulus," sirius said finally. "something's going on," he hesitated.

"if you're not ready, that's okay," you assured him, stopping him from walking further.

sirius seemed conflicted, fighting a war within himself as well as the one at his home. he pinched the bridge of his nose, turned to keep walking but turned back almost the second after he made the decision, and threw his arms up.

but before he could speak, or shout, you cut in. "i wanna show you something!"

sirius looked agitated as he spoke. "what?"

"come on," you encouraged him, grasping his hand and pulling him back to the fountain.

sirius almost put up a fight, but allowed himself to follow you without complaint. he even watched you climb onto the fountain's edge and step in without a word, until you scooped up a handful of water and threw it into the air, some of it reaching sirius despite his urgent steps backwards.

"what are you doing?!"

"get in!" you waved him over.

"no! it's cold enough, you're off on one!"

"sirius black, get in the water right now!" you ordered.

without another objection, sirius climbed over the fountain and cautiously dipped his feet into the water, shivering as water soaked his jeans and rained from above. "what am in here for?"

"to dance with me!" you laughed.

before sirius could say anything, you seized his hand and twirled yourself under his arm. your laughter and unbridled joy was contagious, and sirius found himself softening. he watched as the water twinkled in the moonlight as it surrounded you in a sort of freefall, the way it clung to the warmth of your skin.

he twirled you again and pulled you in close, pressing the side of his head against yours as you rested on his shoulder. swaying from side to side in a public fountain as you got drenched on a winter night was the last thing he expected to come out of the phone call he made to you, but he knew he would treasure this unexpected moment for as long as he was gifted the privilege of memory.

you were wholly unpredictable. and he thought unpredictability could only be harmful. between his family and the upcoming war, the unexpected seemed to haunt him. but you taught him to see both sides of every story.

"i love you," sirius whispered.

you looked up from his shoulder, taking in his cheerful grin, his wet hair and face, water droplets dripping down his cheeks—he was ethereal. he was yours. you cupped his cheeks and pulled him down to meet your lips.

"i love you too."

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songofpolaris · 2 years

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Loving Lily in autumn ; a headcanon

-> pairing; Lily Evans x fem!reader

-> warnings; some fluff <3

-> a/n; hi loves! a cute little headcanon this time since i love autumn but still can’t seem to write an actual fic. i love this little red head so i thought i could make the first Loving - in - headcanon about her. enjoy!

Lily makes you a pumpkin spice latte anytime you want, loving how it makes you smile and the foam seems to always find a way to land on top of your nose.

As the leaves turn red and the cardigans come out of the closet, she has a box of your favourite cardigans of hers standing next to her bed. So every time you leave the dorm you can easily grab one of them.

Lily organises a yearly pumpkin carving contest with Alice for your whole year since second year. Her love for halloween and autumn started quite early. She gets all the snacks you like for the affair so you can have a perfect setting to win in.

You bake cinnamon rolls together. Getting flour all over each other and kissing fingers, licking dough off of them.

And every weekend there’s a themed reading date night since you both love reading and being together, even if it’s just in silence. With warm fuzzy blankets, fluffed pillows and of course Lil’s home made pumpkin spice. Lily listens as you rant about what ever happened in your book this time and hooks your pinkies together as you slowly fall asleep and she keeps reading.

For halloween you have matching costumes, naturally. Going as sexy Freddie and Roger Taylor was the favourite so far. Sirius especially LOVED the couple costume.

Lily also took up the hobby of knitting and gave you every scarf she knit. Red, green and brown sweaters started to pile up in your closet.

Together you decorate the dorm you share with Alice and Marlene. Magical ivy growing all over your walls and fake cob webs hiding in the corners of the room. Fairy lights hung over your beds and pumpkins scattered around with funny faces.

Your favourite red head loves to take you out on strolls to Hogsmeade whenever she can and bring a steaming cup of hot choco along, give you sweet kisses while window shopping and drinking butterbeer together with the marauders and girls in The Three Broomsticks.

And when it’s too cold and stormy to go outside, she sits you down in her bed and fiddles with your hair as she reads Emma to you and the both of you talk about your biggest dreams and deepest fears, eventually both falling asleep in the comfort of fairy lights and the sound of rain ticking against the old window.

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luveline · 8 months

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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 —send me a shy!reader request for any character (with a plot) and I'll write a >1k drabble

sirius/james introducing shy!reader to remus. and shes just like quiet and in awe, but remus loves it.

luveline's 40k party ☆ tysm for requesting! remus x shy fem!reader

James is used to your personality after months of being your lecture neighbour, unperturbed by your quiet. "It's going to be fun," he promises, handing you a cold glass of cranberry vodka. "They're nice, okay? I won't let anyone irritate you."

He's hosting a party and had the generosity to invite you round early. He's easing you in, so to speak. It took him two weeks of steady Hellos for you to work up the courage to say Hi back, another two weeks for small talk, a month before you felt comfortable speaking to him first. If you're that shy, a party is basically torture.

"It's not about irritating me," you say.

"I know, I'm messing." James lists his head to the left. A second later, there's a knock at the door. "Aha. Wait here, shortcake, there's someone I want you to meet."

"James," you say after him, wet from your glass leaking down to your sleeve, "what?"

"I asked him to come early and say hello! He's quiet and handsome and you'll love him, just don't stare at his nose."

What's wrong with his nose? you think, alarmed.

James opens the door. Two new voices emerge, one scratchy and a little high, the other smoother. "I need to pee so bad," the scratchy one declares, followed by bounding footsteps up the stairs.

"You alright?" the smoother asks.

You think there's patting, a hug, "I'm brilliant! You smell really nice, Remus, like a garden."

"Lovely."

"In a good way! Come and meet my Y/N, you remember I told you about her nice gel pens?"

James leads the smooth-voiced Remus into the living room. You hurriedly put down your drink and stand, wiping your wet hands in your shirt. You cringe at the darkening fabric but hide your grimace as they stop in front of you.

"Remus, Y/N. Y/N, Remus," James introduces you both.

Remus has a scar across his nose that seems cruelly cut. There's another beside it that starts in his upper lip, both of which end in his eyebrow. You know how self-conscious it feels to be looked at, so you manage to smile and offer your hand without too much of it. He's handsome with his scars, a nice nose with a ridge and brown eyes the colour of caramelised sugar.

"Hello," Remus says, shaking your hand. His is big enough to make yours feel small.

"I invited her early because she's more fun than the rest of our lot," James says, throwing himself down on the sofa and kicking his legs out on the coffee table.

Remus taps your elbow very gently as if to usher you to sit and sits down beside you, enough space to be casual but too little to stop the rampant nerves that blossom in your stomach.

Remus asks about your life. What you're studying, where you're from, if James is being nice to you. While James is touchy in the rough older brother way, scrunching your shoulder and shaking you when you're not expecting it. Remus is touchy in a different way, you find, almost as if he doesn't know he's doing it. His shoe bumps your shoe, his hand falls down between his outer thigh and your own, his knuckles touching your jeans very lightly. He spins in his seat to talk to you.

You don't notice other people arriving, nor the scratchy-voiced friends return. All you can do is look up at Remus with wide eyes. Your nerves meld to something warmer.

"And what do you do?" you ask him.

He smiles like you've wandered into a secret. "I'm trying to write a book."

"He's being a bit much," Sirius says to James, the two now loitering in the doorway with matching beers. You and Remus chatter on, unaware of their running commentary.

"It's a very strong reaction. I knew she'd like him, but I didn't think she'd like him like that." James takes a sip of his drink. Remus asks you a quiet question. You duck your head, playing with your sleeves, and Remus, the bastard, ducks his head to follow your gaze, smiling at you all the while.

James almost chokes, pointing his bottle toward you both as though Sirius isn't already looking. "He's eating it up. I forgot how flirty he is."

"She'll be nice to him, won't she?" Sirius asks, like it's a done deal. To be fair, Remus seems enthralled with you.

"Definitely. She's very nice. Oh, look, that's sick, she's gonna pass out." James winces as Remus takes your arm into his hand.

Remus wouldn't do anything cruel, but James wasn't joking when he told Remus that you were exceedingly, achingly shy. He's about to step in and rescue you, but you turn into Remus' touch and pull your leg up on the sofa to make yourself comfortable. Your voice is animated, if quieter than the average person's.

"Woah," James says, beaming.

Remus flirts almost as a defence, like he wants to get the rejection over and done with so he can move on. You've yet to reject; you're looking up at him in moderate awe, your lips quirked into an easy smile.

"Boo!" James calls, flicking his bottle cap at Remus, who brushes it away. "Took me three weeks to get a smile out of her," he mutters. "What a dick."

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pretty-little-mind33 · 4 months

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New Romantics

James Potter x slytherin fem!reader

Summary: When your "friends" play a dangerously stupid prank on you, James is the last person you'd think would help you.

Genre: Fluff, hurt and comfort <3

Warning: swearing, mentions of being drugged/drunk, violence, mentions of blood, protective!James

When James sees you walk into the classroom with an unusually cheery smile, he can't look away.

"Sirius," he pauses and leans in closer to his friend, "does she look unwell to you?" James whispers, clearly concerned for you. Sirius lets his chin rest on his palms as he looks over at you nonchalantly.

You almost trip on your shoe-laces as you make your way to your desk and you laugh a little too loudly, but only James seems to notice that particular detail.

"Y/l/n? She seems quite happy to me," Sirius's smirk is heard in his voice but James doesn't look amused.

"No, something's wrong. She's usually quiet and she," he doesn't finish his sentence when he sees your friends in the corner of the classroom.

Some of them look as concerned as he is while most hide smiles and snickers behind their hands as they look at you. James's eyes bounce back to you and his frown deepens. Something is wrong. Instantly, he's on his feet.

"Prongs!?" Sirius sounds surprised but it's no use trying to stop him because James is already on his way to you.

Just as you raise your arm to run a hand in your – already annoyed – desk partner's hair, James quickly swoops in and catches your wrist. You pause and when you turn your head to look at him, your smile widens.

"Potter!" you slur.

James can be an idiot sometimes, but he does know you're not drunk. He's never seen you drink. You look dizzy and he comes to the conclusion you must be under the influence of some kind of spell. He looks you over and sees the nasty cut on your knee. Anger bubbles in his stomach as he remembers how your friends somehow found this all incredibly funny.

You tilt your head at him slightly and say, "You have pretty eyes, did you know that?" you smile a smile James usually loves and was never directed at him before, but by now the entire classroom has their eyes on you and, because he knows you would hate all this unnecessary attention, James helps you stand.

You let out a breathy giggle when his hands find your waist and hold you steady.

"What are you doing?" a shrill voice asks from behind him and James clenches his jaw. He turns around. It's one of your friends. She's also in Slytherin and as hard as he tries, James can't remember her name.

"Helping your friend," he says blankly, "She seems a little out of it, doesn't she?"

"She's fine," your friend rolls her and tucks her dark hair behind her ear. "Aren't you, Y/n?" she asks you with a faint smirk.

Your body sways and James's arms move from your waist and swoops around you to hold under your armpits. "I'm okay — y-yeah, I'm okay. I feel better than fine," You mutter, eyelids fluttering slightly as you giggle at his touch.

James isn't at all convinced you're okay.

Your friend's cruel smirk and the mystery of how you've bruised your knee leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.

"She's bleeding," he states as calmly as he can.

"She's just clumsy."

"She's obviously been hexed or something," James narrows his eyes.

Your friend laughs at his accusatory tone. "What? And you think I did it?"

"Yeah, actually, I do."

At this point, it's obvious you aren't paying attention to their argument as you start to play with James's collar. His cheeks flush pink as your hair skims his chin and the smell of your shampoo fills the air.

"Well if you won't tell me what happened to her, then I'll find out myself," he says and his hand moves to hold yours. "Come on," he whispers sweetly and you let him lead you out of the classroom.

James is extremely careful with you. He makes sure you don't trip in the hallway, or run into any doors and walls, and more importantly he stays with you when the nurse comes to make sure you're okay.

He leans over the hospital bed as his hand hover over your knee as he asks, "What's happened to her?"

"Veritaserum," the nurse says as she presses her palm on your forehead.

"The truth serum?" James is confused. "Doesn't that make someone tell the truth? Why would it make her act so," he turns his head to look at you and conflicting emotions creates what feels like an empty pit in his stomach. You look so beautiful with your eyes blown wide as you glance around the room. "So ditzy?" he finishes in an endeared whisper.

"It isn't uncommon as everyone can have different reactions," The nurse explains as she gently inspects your knee, "I think whoever made this potion must not be particularly skilled."

James clenches his fist around his cloak and tries to remind himself that you probably wouldn't want him to beat up your so-called-friends.

"What's happening to me?" your voice comes out strained as you try and focus on their conversation as you catch on to their confused faces.

"Nothing, honey, you're fine. Your friend was worried and he,"

You interrupt her, "James Potter? Oh, he isn't my friend." You look up at James and his smile disappears. He's embarrassed as he searches your face for any indication that you're joking but clearly you aren't because you ask him. "Potter, do you even know my name?" You sound serious.

James hesitates to answer, "Of course I know your name, Y/n," he finally admits.

He doesn't expect your eyes to light up but they do and you turn to the nurse, "He does know my name," you whisper with a smile.

James's heart swells at how happy you seem and he smirks a little. Amused, the nurse lets you continue, "You'know," you lean in closer and mutter just loud enough for James to hear without you knowing, "I really like him."

Surprised, his heart jumps and the nurse panics as he quickly shuts you up. "Alright honey, let's clean up this nasty little wound and then wait for the potion to pass, ok?" you nod and focus on her as she waves her wand across your knee and the cut disappears.

Once she's done, the nurse turns to James and says, "I know you must be curious, Potter, but I think Y/l/n should be alone while she recovers," the nurse turns to you again and looks at you sympathetically.

"He can stay!" you insist, "I want him to stay."

James looks into your eyes and he wonders how he can even think of disappointing you.

But, when he looks at the nurse again his heart sinks. He can't stay, he knows he can't. It would be unfair. You deserve to keep your secrets — all those feelings you wouldn't share with him normally — hidden away in your pretty little head.

James knows he can't take those away from you so he nods, stuffs his hands in his pockets, and sends you a lopsided smile. "I'll see you around, mmh?"

He leaves before he can focus on the way you called his name because if he does, he knows he'd feel compelled to rush back in and stay by your side. On his way back to the classroom, he can't help but smile as he remembers your words. Only, his smile disappears the moment he hears your friends in the hallway.

James stops in front of them and they do the same. The girl from earlier crosses her arms. "What's your issue, Potter?" she snarls, "Where's Y/n?"

James refuses to answer her question. "You gave her the Veritaserum, didn't you?" he accuses and some of your friend's squirm guiltily. The dark-haired girl just smirks.

"So what if we did? She isn't dying, is she? It was funny," she turns to your other friends with a grin and they nod meekly. "You should have seen her stumbling around, she wasn't even fazed when she fell and scraped her knee on the cobblestones. It was hilarious," she continues.

James's face burns from the points of his ears to his cheeks. "Hilarious?!" he repeats, his voice stern, "What kind of friends find it funny when their friend hurts themselves? She didn't know about the Veritaserum, did she?"

The girl shakes her head but one of your other friends interrupts. He's a tall, lanky Slytherin with icy blue eyes and vibrant auburn hair.

"Of course she didn't know, Potter. It wouldn't be as fun if she did. I would think you would understand," he admits with a grin.

James's hands shake as he stares at your friend rambling. The boy only chuckles and turns to his friends, amused, as he taunts, "Slipped the potion in her drink myself this morning."

He doesn't finish his sentence as James punches him. He stumbles back into the girls, cupping his hands around his nose, as they shriek in surprise. James shakes his hand out a little and narrows his eyes. "You don't spike someone's drink, asshole. And don't fucking insinuate I would ever do something like that to anyone!"

"What the fuck? Why do you even care?" The boy hisses as one girl holds his shoulder and tends to him. "You're crazy."

And sure, maybe James was crazy but he won't tolerate someone hurting you.

Ever.

* * *

"James, just give the poor girl some space," Remus sighs as he tries to concentrate on his essay. "She's gone through enough these last few days. Haven't you heard the rumors going around? They're brutal."

James resists the scream that bubbles in his throat. "I know. I know. I just want to be there for her," he whines and Sirius wraps his arm around his shoulder.

"You'll just make things worse," Sirius says, "Last rumor I heard is that she faked it all for your attention."

James clenches his jaw. "How would I make this worse? It's all so fucking cruel, Pads. She's all alone," his heart has been slowly breaking whenever he thinks of you sobbing in your dorm or sitting alone during your classes and meals.

He shuts his eyes a moment and then sits up abruptly and says, "I know what to do."

Remus looks up and with a worried expression, his eyes widen. "Prongs," he starts but James is already standing. "Sirius! Don't let him leave!" Remus insists but it's too late because their friend is already out the Common Room door.

When James enters the Great Hall, he pauses and searches for you. He sees you sitting alone and he becomes so angry he can't think normally.

He storms up to the Slytherin table and jumps on top of it. Some cutlery and food falls to the floor and students turn their heads. James just clears his throat, making a show as he stumbles on his feet.

If everyone wants to gossip about something, they can gossip about this.

With a grin, he spreads his arms and shouts, "Can I have everyone's attention?" The Great Hall turns silent and James struts down the table until he's much closer to you. You feel your cheeks heat up and you hold your breath.

Remus and Sirius run into the Great Hall, calling James's name but it's too late because James is now standing in front of you as he holds out his hand. "Y/n, will you go out with me?" He asks, his voice loud and calm.

Whispers break out as your heart thumps in your chest. You look into James's eyes, searching them and when you reluctantly take his hand he nods a little and pulls you up onto the table with him.

Quickly, he pulls you closer and then whispers in your ear, "Say no. Trust me."

Your frown deepens but the words leave you without thinking, "No?"

James smirks and just subtle enough for no one to see, he kisses your cheek and pulls you away from him. Dramatically, he stumbles backwards and covers his heart. "Ow, you're killing me here, love. What will I do without you?"

If you didn't know he had just asked you to reject him, you would think he sounds genuinely hurt. As he stumbles, he trips on someone's glass and with a loud crash, he falls to the ground.

Students gasp loudly and so do you as you cover your mouth with your hands and rush to the edge of the table and peer down at him. When you see him sitting on the ground he suddenly blows a kiss up to you, a small paper bird flutters up to you and then turns into rose petals.

Your eyes widen and you can't help but laugh when James continues to make a scene and the petals fall in your hair. "You're breaking my heart, darling. Criminal," James whispers and winks dramatically.

"James Potter, detention. Now," McGonagall's voice booms and when James sees you hide a smile behind your hand, he smiles too.

A while later, as James sweeps up McGonagall's classroom floor, all he can think of is your happy smile.

"James?" Your voice interrupts his memory and he jumps a little, turning towards the door. You stand in the doorway, a flustered look on your face as you hesitate to come inside. James drops the broom and rushes over to you.

His knuckles hover over your cheek as he says, "Y/n, are you okay?"

Your eyes widen and you touch his hand. Gently, you pull it down to his side again as you whisper and ask, "What was that all about?"

James searches your face for anger. "I wanted to take the embarrassment off of you. You don't deserve anything that's been happening to you, love. None of it is your fault."

You look at him more seriously. "Yeah, it's been a little hard but I can handle the teasing. You shouldn't have done that," you say and James's heart clenches in his chest.

"I'm sorry if I upset you, Y/n. I just wanted,"

You interrupt him, "No. I mean you shouldn't have asked me to say no," you pause and look up at him, "unless, you don't actually want to go out with me. But, I know you know how I feel about you and I,"

Your sentence dies and you don't know what else to say.

James's expression softens. You look up at him, almost pleading with him, "Please don't make me repeat what I said in the Hospital Wing. It's so embarrassing, and I know you heard me. I wasn't exactly quiet."

James smirks. "When you said you like me?" he holds up his finger and pretends to ponder, "No I'm sorry, you really like me," his smile widens as he looks at you. You feel warmth in your cheeks and look away.

"Yeah, that."

"Well, I really like you too."

Your eyes widen and you look up at him. James uses his thumb to lift your chin. You realize how close your body is to his and your breath hitches in your throat. James's hand moves to your cheek, caressing it softly as you whisper, "You do?"

James lets out a breathy chuckle. "Of course I do. You're beautiful, kind, incredibly smart it's annoying," his eyes are full of admiration, "What's there not to like, darlin'?"

You frown, glancing quickly at the emblem stitched onto my robes and then you look at him again. "But, I'm a Slytherin. I didn't even think you ever knew who I was until last week. We've never really talked."

James's smile falters and his thumb moves behind your ear as he holds your cheek. "That's my fault. I should have said something sooner but with my reputation and all," he looks away, his face twisted in shame, "I didn't want to scare you away."

You see the sincerity in his eyes but ask wearily, "So it doesn't bother you?"

"That you're in Slytherin?" James smiles a little. "No, it doesn't, love. I don't care. I've seen how you are and I think you're absolutely lovely," he catches himself, "I mean, I'm not saying Slytherin's aren't lovely,"

You shut him up with a kiss. It's confident and startling but James doesn't complain. He simply pulls you in closer and lets his mouth explore yours with a passion he didn't know he had. He didn't know how starved he was of your taste until now.

Fuck, he's fucked.

You pull away, lips wet and stare at him. "Sorry," you mutter.

"Sorry?" James frowns and leans in to kiss you again, "Don't you dare be sorry. Just kiss me," his words leave you a mush in his arms and you're happy for his hand around your back because otherwise you would fall over.

When he finally disconnects your lips, he leans his forehead on yours and whispers what he'd been thinking, "You'll kill me, love."

You smile and hold his arm. "Thanks for saving me by the way, when I was under the potion," you say.

James leans away and studies your soft expression with a small smile. "I'd be an asshole not to help you. I didn't want to see you get hurt."

"Still, if you hadn't seen that something was wrong I don't know what would have happened."

"Nothing would have happened because I was there," James insists and kisses your forehead, "I'll always be there." He adds in a whisper into your hair.

It's only for him to hear. He doesn't want to just tell you he's there for you, instead he wants to show you. Everyday.

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remusluvr · 10 months

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words i used | sirius black

summary: Sirius learns the consequences of treating people he loves bad. content: angst, fighting, crying, one use of y/n note: part 2 - do i wanna know? (sirius black)

You knew from the beginning that this relationship was not one made to last. Sirius wasn't the relationship type. Yet, you let yourself get excited anyway. You let yourself get excited over when he'd hold your hand in the hallway, and sit next to you during meals, and go out of his way to hang out with you when there were other things he could be doing.

But with excitement comes disappointment. Disappointment when you see him flirting with another girl in the hallway or when you'd catch him hanging out with his friends while you were supposed to be together. There was always a counteract that threw you off. Did you mean anything to him?

The final straw was seeing him pressing some sixth-year against the wall during a party, lips attached to hers. It's like any and all hope was drained from your body, leaving you feeling unusually empty. Even walking out of the common room was a feat.

And the trek to find somewhere private was even harder of a journey. Slinking down against some wall in some abandoned hallway, you can't fight off the burning feeling in your throat anymore. You bring your knees to your chest and cry. He was never yours but you really hoped that maybe one day he could be.

It hurts too much to put any more effort into the dead-end of your relationship. By the time you finally will yourself to pull things together, your eyes are puffy and red. You don't want anyone to know. It's embarrassing. Especially when everyone had warned you not to get your hopes up but you brushed them off, blinded by the boy.

Sometimes, you'd have sleepovers where he would hold you close and run his fingers through your hair whilst you talked quietly. He would tell you how much he liked you and wanted to be with you. But it was never real. Just another check on his never-ending journey to make out with every girl in school.

It feels like a completely different world when you wake up the next morning. You wouldn't say that the world is brighter or duller, just different. It's like you have been forced to finally open your eyes and see things for how they are.

Breakfast is the first noticeable change. He comes in late, taking his unassigned-assigned seat next to you.

"Good morning," he smiles, plucking a piece of toast from the pile. You hum from your position next to him, not turning to look at him. You chew on your lip and he swats at it like usual, telling you to knock it off but you can't. You can't be around him.

If the bench below you was able to move, it would be halfway across the room with the way you stood up so abruptly.

"What's wrong?"

"I just, god-" you cut yourself off. He doesn't deserve an explanation so you storm out, leaving him even more confused. Sirius wants to follow and beg you to tell him why you're upset with him but he's never seen you this way before. He's not sure what you need him to do, if you need him at all.

He's sure that something is very wrong when you don't show up to class, one that you sit together in. Racking his brain, he's trying to figure out exactly what caused you to turn so cold to him out of nowhere. There's not much work being done in McGonagall's today as the only thing on his parchment is a list of things that could've upset you.

You're hidden away in a secret alcove that Sirius had shown you. Maybe it's not the best place to go when you're trying to get over him but it's the only place you know that the teachers won't be able to find you. This used to be one of your favorite places to go. Sometimes you and Sirius would sneak off here to make out at random times throughout the school day.

The memory of his hands tangling themselves into your hair as he pulls you closer onto his lap floods your mind. It's cruel. He was never officially yours but for a little while you could have your fantasy that he was.

Sirius isn't stupid, maybe it takes him a little longer to come to conclusions on things but he's not an idiot. Well, not a total idiot. His list of things he's written just keeps going and even if he can't pinpoint the exact reason for why you're mad at him, he has several that showcase how bad of a friend he is. He makes it his mission to fix whatever is wrong.

"(Y/N)-" he starts when he sees you passing by in the hallway. You glance over with a thin, tight-lipped smile on your face as he gets cut off.

"Sirius! I had fun last night, I was thinking that maybe we could go to Hogsmeade together this weekend?" a random girl interrupts, driving the knife further into your heart. His face and your face fall as he turns to the girl.

"Oh, uh no," he states rather bluntly, following after your figure with his eyes before trying to catch up with you. He has to shove through the crowded hallway so that he doesn't lose you.

And when he finally does catch up to you, he grabs your shoulder and pulls you off to the side. Your breathing is heavier than usual and he realizes you were really trying to get away from him.

"What?" you grit, anger evident in your voice. You're blinking more than usual to try and keep the tears from falling and he's not sure what to say. "Don't you have better things to do with your time? Things that don't involve leading me on and then making out with someone else?"

"I'm sorry," is the only thing he comes up with. You laugh at him because that's all he can say. He looks like a hurt puppy as you rub your hands over your eyes. He doesn't get to be the hurt one in this situation.

"I tried, Sirius. I don't understand what else I can do to make you like me. Do any of those girls mean anything to you? Was I just one of them?" you spit. His gaze is fixed on the ground and you know you'll never get anywhere. He doesn't care. "I can't be around you anymore. I can't look at you."

"Please," he mumbles, "I'm so sorry. I don't know why I act like this. I like you so much. I shouldn't have made out with her or anyone else when I knew all I want is you. It's like I only know how to ruin things for myself."

"D-don't turn yourself into the victim here. That's not fair. You hurt me and you're trying to make me feel bad for you. It's not hard to not make me look like a fool. All you had to do was not go after other girls. Did you think I never noticed until now? Maybe I didn't see all of them but I saw too many for it to be a one-off thing."

"I'm sorry, really. I want to be with you but that scares me. Will you please give me a chance to show you how much you mean to me? I want you to be my girlfriend."

It's the words you want to hear but the circumstance is wrong. Why couldn't he have realized this before? Why did he have to make you feel so shitty?

"I can't, Sirius. None of your words mean anything to me when you go and do the opposite almost immediately. I know you'll make someone really happy one day, but it won't be me. I can't put myself through this again."

"No, please. Let me prove it to you," his words fall on deaf ears as you walk away. Staying any longer would just increase his chances of you saying 'yes.' And he doesn't get to recover that easily. Your hands are shaking and your body aches. "Please."

part 2 - do i wanna know? (sirius black)

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morwap · 1 year

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𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐈𝐕𝐘 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐌 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 🪷— regulus waking up to see reader painting a portrait of him asleep because its the only time he looks completely at peace 🥹🫶

also congrats on 5k no one deserves it more than you you’re so talented🫶🫶🫶

thank you darling 🥹🥹 ur so sweet bby <3

you tried to be quiet but this was the only thing that had gotten you out of your artist block lately. regulus was beautiful but he was particularly beautiful when sleeping, no expression on his face but bliss.

regulus didn’t know what it was that woke him, either the smell of the paint or the noise. his eyes fluttered opened and was surprised to see you painting so close to him.

he didn’t move and had his mind told him to go back to sleep.

“what are you doing?” regulus asked sleepily, shutting his eyes again.

“you” you said with a smile which made him laugh softly. “go back to bed” you added as you continued painting.

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 1 year

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let me

a/n: as someone who has worn glasses for most of my life, this makes me lose my mind

warnings: Sirius Black x reader, reader wears glasses, pining, literally just a bit of fluff

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Letting your sleeve snap back into place, you placed your glasses back on your nose and sighed at the failed attempt to clean them, “it’s fine,” you looked around the room, marvelling at the way the soft cotton of your shirt had actually made it worse, smearing out the smudges and making every millimetre of your field of vision blurry, “I’ll just-”

“Don’t be silly,” Sirius held out his hand, “here, let me.”

Not really seeing how he could possibly make it worse, you shrugged and handed them to him. Squinting your eyes, you saw him pick up the edge of his shirt to clean your spectacles, unintentionally raising the hem enough for a sliver of his stomach to appear.

“I swear, James gets his dirty in two seconds so I’m practically a pro at this point.”

Damn your terrible vision. If it hadn’t been gradually getting worse every year since the age of 8, you would have undoubtedly been able to count the dark hairs of his happy trail and not just barely make out a vague beige line between his jeans and shirt.

“There,” he carefully slid your glasses back into place over your ears, “better?”

With both his hands still glued to each side of your face as he stood there awaiting your assessment, a strangled “mhm,” was all the reply you could muster to give him.

“Good, ‘cause it would be a travesty if you couldn’t enjoy my pretty face.”

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spiderfunkz · 1 year

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✧.* having wolfstar as your parents.

— pairings : wolfstar!parents x gn!reader

— words : 0.5k

— warnings : mentions of remus getting hurt at a full moon, bit of angst if you squint, pet names, fluff and fluff and fluff, (not proof read bc i'm lazy).

a/n : they have been on my mind for the last weeks. like genuinely i would sell my soul to have them as my parents, they mean the world to me. i also got a bit carried away with this whoops

sirius would spoil you death, no doubt. whatever it is you want he will get for you, a stuffed animal, books, you name it!

remus would be more strict with those type of stuff, and would also definitely warn sirius at times.

"merlin, that is the 5th stuffed animal you have bought them, that's enough."

but he's obviously not too strict either.

both sirius and remus would be fun dads!!

they would love spending time with you.

sirius would love to take you shopping, i also feel like he would like taking you and remus to museums or cafes!!

and oh, he would love taking you shopping to surprise remus.

he would continuously ask you tips on what to buy for him like,

"which flower would he like? is he a tulip or a rose type of person?"

"ooh! or maybe we should but him chocolate?"

"or maybe he would like sweaters better..."

you wouldn't mind though, you find it sweet how he would buy things for remus, a small or a big gift.

"he loves everything you give him, even if its just a rock." you would reply with a laugh.

remus would do the same for sirius.

he would take you to a near flower shop to buy sirius some flowers, and just like sirius he would ask you tips on what to buy.

"which one of these would he like? you reckon he likes roses more? should i buy him a whole bouquet of it?"

"honestly, if you were to give dad a piece of empty parchment, he would probably squeal over it and keep it forever."

oh and you would call them both dad though it gets confusing sometimes.

"dad! dad can you help me with this?"

"yes?" they would both respond.

so they let you call them "moony" and "padfoot" sometimes.

and they would call you "pup", "cub", or "wolfie" as a sweet nickname for you, or your name if you prefer that :)

anyways..

you would have both remus' and sirius' humour.

sirius' loud humour and remus' sarcastic and witty humour.

you and remus' sarcasm would confuse sirius sometimes and you two absolutely love that.

you and sirius have calendars that mark every full moon so you two would get ready and buy him his comfort food/snacks and first-aid kits in case anything happens.

you would wait inside the house as sirius tries his best to calm him down, you would past the time by setting up the snacks and first-aid kits.

and when it's done sirius would carefully set remus down on the couch as he patches him up if he gotten hurt in any way.

you would try to cheer him up by putting on some movies or just cuddling near him.

okay i feel like i'm getting carried away with this so let me just make quick points

they would absolutely support you no matter who you are.

if you were to come out to them they would support you and love you so, so much.

ooh!! and remus would cook the food in the house as sirius would set up the table. (you would have such cute dinner nights with them!!)

stargazing with sirius and reading books with remus.

you bought them a record player for their anniversary and they absolutely love it. they would slow dance almost every night since you bought it.

overall they would be the best parents you could ever ask for, they would give you their love, their affection, their everything. you are their everything <3

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