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slythergirl666 · 3 months
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james potter who always wants you in his lap because you sitting next to him isn't close enough. james potter who lifts you onto his shoulders after he wins a Quidditch match. like he is so hyper that he jumps up and down, seemingly forgetting that you are holding onto his hair for dear life. james potter who bribes you with your favorite sweets when he needs help on homework. james potter who needs a cuddle break every five minutes when you're tutoring him. james potter who gives you piggyback rides when you're tired after a long night out. james potter who lets you win when you play-fight. oh who am i kidding, he would throw you over his shoulder and dance around before pinning you down and kissing every inch of your face sloppily. james potter who would randomly tell you which piece to move when you’re playing chess against remus or sirius because he always wins against the three of you.
remus lupin. sirius black.
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etfrin · 6 months
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mean husband!Regulus Black who swears that every time he spills his cum into you, it's just his duty as a Lord so you can give him his pureblood heir. It's not because of how cute the dress looked on you and it would look even cuter on you when you're pregnant.
mean husband!Regulus Black who gets hard when you smile at him so prettily and wants to wreck you whenever you insult him ten times worse than he does. you're not afraid of him, he loves that. Thrives on the fact that he can make your bratty mouth drool with his fingers and tongue only.
mean husband!Regulus Black who loves you, truly loves you but won't ever admit it out loud unless you're unconscious from a heavy session of getting bred and he kisses your forehead, oh so gently, and whispers, "My darling, my love." He kisses your cheek, "Oh, how you have my heart, sweet." He is unaware of the fact that sometimes you're aware and that you hear his words and it just makes you fall harder for him every time.
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grangerhater · 7 months
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A GAME OF TABOO
pairing: professor!Remus Lupin x student!reader
synopsis: it’s against the school principles but it’s just for a night right?
smut
warning: plot, teacher-student relationship, they are both two consenting adults, p in v penetration, nick names “daddy” and “baby” once or twice, spanking
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The rain poured heavily outside as Y/N hurriedly made her way through the hallways of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was her last year at the prestigious school, and despite the gloomy weather, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. Today was the day she would meet her new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Remus Lupin.
As Y/N entered the classroom, a warm, inviting atmosphere greeted her. The room was adorned with shelves filled with books, and the crackling fire in the fireplace emitted a comforting glow. Y/N's eyes scanned the room, finally landing on the figure standing by the blackboard.
Professor Lupin turned to face her, his eyes filled with kindness and warmth. He had a tired look about him, as if he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. But there was an air of wisdom and intelligence that made Y/N's heart skip a beat.
"Ah, Miss Y/L/N, I presume?" Professor Lupin greeted her with a gentle smile. "Please, come in. Take a seat."
Y/N nodded and took a seat at the front of the classroom, her heart fluttering nervously. As the other students filed in, Professor Lupin began the lesson, captivating the class with his vast knowledge and engaging teaching methods. Y/N found herself hanging onto every word, her fascination growing with each passing moment.
Days turned into weeks, and Y/N found herself growing more and more infatuated with Professor Lupin. His calm and patient demeanor, combined with his intelligence, drew her in like a moth to a flame. Yet, she couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt. It was wrong to have feelings for her teacher.
Throughout the lesson, Y/N found herself constantly stealing glances at Professor Lupin. His voice was soothing, lulling her into a sense of comfort as he explained the intricacies of the Patronus Charm. She admired the way he spoke, his words flowing effortlessly and captivating the entire class.
After class, Y/N lingered behind, pretending to gather her belongings as the other students filed out. She watched as Professor Lupin collected his papers, his brows furrowed in concentration. Summoning her courage, she approached his desk.
"Professor Lupin, I wanted to ask you something," Y/N began, her voice barely above a whisper.
He looked up, his eyes softening at the sight of her. "Of course, Y/N. What can I help you with?"
She hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. "I... I was wondering if you could recommend any additional reading on the Patronus Charm. I find it fascinating and would love to learn more about it."
A smile spread across Professor Lupin's face as he reached for a nearby bookshelf, pulling out a worn, leather-bound book. "Ah, I have just the thing for you. This is an advanced text on the Patronus Charm. It delves into the theory behind it and provides numerous tips for successful casting. I believe you'll find it quite enlightening."
Y/N's eyes widened with gratitude as she accepted the book. "Thank you, Professor Lupin. I really appreciate it."
"It's my pleasure, Y/N. I am always here for you" he replied, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary.
Over the following weeks, Y/N found herself spending more and more time with Professor Lupin. They often engaged in deep discussions about various magical subjects, and their conversations would stretch into the night. Y/N cherished these moments, treasuring the connection she felt with him.
As the months passed, Y/N's feelings for Professor Lupin grew stronger and stronger. She found herself thinking about him constantly, and longing for his company. She couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt, knowing that a teacher-student relationship was taboo, but she couldn't deny her feelings.
One day, after class, well after curfew that is Y/N snuck out of the party that was held in her common room and drunkenly decided to take a chance and admit her feelings to Professor Lupin. She gathered her courage and knocked on his office door, her heart racing.
Unfortunately, her drunken confession came at the wrong time as Professor Lupin had just finished a particularly hard day of work and was resting in his office as he enjoyed his well-earned drink. He wasn't in the mood to entertain any conversations, let alone one with a drunken student, so he ignored the knock on the door and continued sipping on his drink, assuming that whoever it was outside the door would eventually get the hint and leave him alone. But she continued knocking on the door, oblivious to Lupin's intentions and wanting nothing more than to finally tell him how she really feels.
Lupin eventually got up and answered the door, immediately realizing that it was Y/N , and annoyed that this drunken adventure wasn't ending anytime soon. Despite his annoyance, Lupin was still fond of her and knew that she had been having a rough time lately, so he softened his demeanor and asked, "miss Y/N, what are you doing knocking on my door at this time of night?" she sheepishly looked down at her feet as she answered, "I-I wanted to tell you that I have feelings for you." Lupin's expression turned to one of confusion as he asked, "Is this some kind of joke?"
Y/N realized that she had to be serious if she wanted Lupin to take her seriously. She met Lupin's gaze and said in a determined tone, "No, this is no joke. I really do have feelings for you." Lupin's face softened further as he said, " I don't know what to say. I'm flattered, but we can't be together. I'm your professor, and-" she interrupted him, saying, "I'm not asking you to be my boyfriend, I just wanted you to know that I have real feelings for you."
Lupin looked at her, trying to figure out what to say next. He didn't want to hurt her feelings but at the same time, he couldn't ignore the fact that he had always been attracted to her. Eventually, he took a deep breath and said, "Listen Y/N… I can't act on any personal urges I may have for you. It's against school policy -and-"
Y/N interrupted him again as she stepped closer to him, putting her hands on his arms and leaning in closer. "So you're saying you're attracted to me too?"
Lupin felt his face blushing as the tension mounted between them. "I can't -", he began to say but was stopped as she leaned in closer to him, bringing her face close to his. Lupin couldn't ignore the fact that she was looking at him with such desire. He took a deep breath and said, "This is not the smartest thing either of us could do, but..”
He led her inside and locked the door behind them. He pushed her against the wall, eager to fulfill their unspoken desires. Y/N couldn't believe that her night of liquid courage had paid off, but she knew that she wanted Lupin more than anything in the world at that moment.
As Lupin kissed her with all the passion he had been suppressing for so long, her heart raced with emotion. She wrapped her arms around Lupin's neck and let him take control of the situation. Lupin gently pulled her robes off as he kissed her neck and began to explore her body. Despite his initial reservations, he couldn't deny that he wanted to be with Y/N in this moment. He moved his lips down to her neck, kissing and sucking gently as he made his way down her body. She let out a soft moan of pleasure as Lupin's lips brushed against her sensitive skin.
He continued to explore her body with his mouth, devouring her sensitive skin with his kisses. As his hands groped her curves, Y/N felt her pleasure grow and she responded by running her hands through Lupin's hair, pulling him closer and pressing herself against him. Lupin was feeling more aroused than he had in years and he finally forgot about his worries and concerns. His focus was now completely on the woman in his arms and the joy she was bringing him in this moment.
Lupin and Y/N’s passion intensified as they kissed and groped each other, their bodies pressed tightly against each other. Lupin knew that what he was doing was wrong, but he was beyond the point of worrying about rules or consequences. He wanted Y/N and he was going to have her no matter what. her moans of pleasure grew louder as Lupin increased the intensity of his kisses, running his hands over her body and squeezing her curves. Y/N was lost in a state of blissful pleasure that was overwhelming and she knew that she never wanted it to end
His hands moved down to Y/N's panties, pulling them off to reveal her wetness. He slid a finger inside her causing her to moan louder. Y/N reached down and unzipped Lupin's pants, freeing his hard member. She stroked him, making him groan in pleasure. Lupin positioned himself between her legs and entered her slowly at first, but then picking up speed. They moved together in perfect harmony, their passion intensifying with every thrust.
Lupin grabbed Y/N's hair and pulled it back, exposing her neck. He bit down on it leaving a mark. Y/N moaned in pleasure, the pain only adding to the pleasure Lupin's thrusts became rougher and more aggressive, making Y/N scream with pleasure. He spanked her ass, leaving it red and raw. They were both lost in a world of rough intense pleasure with nothing else mattering but the ecstasy they were feeling
Lupin continued to spank Y/N's ass, each hit sending waves of pleasure through her body. She begged for more, wanting to feel the pain and pleasure mix together. Lupin obliged, hitting her harder and harder until she was screaming in pleasure. He pulled out and flipped her over entering her from behind.
Lupin continued to thrust into Y/N, his hands gripping her hips tightly. She moaned and cried out calling him "daddy" in a moment of intense pleasure. Lupin's desire for her grew even stronger at the sound of the nickname, and he pounded into her harder and faster until they both reached the peak of ecstasy together.
He growled in pleasure as he continued to thrust into Y/N with rough, intense strokes "You like it rough, don't you, baby?" he asked his voice filled with desire. Y/N moaned in response, her body shaking with pleasure. "Yes, daddy," she replied, her voice filled with need. Lupin's thrusts became even rougher, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room
he whispered dirty words into her ear, telling her how much he wanted her and how he was going to make her come. Y/N's moans grew louder and more intense as he continued to pleasure her with his rough, skilled hands
Lupin continued to thrust into Y/N with rough, intense strokes until he finally reached his peak. Lupin's climax was intense, his body shaking with pleasure as he came inside her with a groan. They both collapsed onto the bed exhausted and satisfied with their experience. The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing.
Lupin pulled Y/N close to him and whispered in her ear, "That was amazing, baby" Y/N smiled up at him, feeling content and satisfied. "Yes, it was," she replied, her voice filled with pleasure. They both knew that what they had just experienced was something special, something that they would never forget.
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smurfsondrugs · 16 days
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Remus is the kind of guy to be smoking a cig and decide to light up a joint, puff on both, briefly thinking "can my lungs really get through this" before going on his mary way with a cig in one hand and a joint in the other completely ignoring that thought.
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enviedear · 1 year
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telephone cord ⟶ sirius black
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DESCRIPTION ⌙ sirius black is making his slow return back home to a girl, who, before his leaving, had no idea just how much she'd miss him. PAIRING ⌙ sirius x fem!reader WORD COUNT ⌙ 3.0k
❛ ֪ ׂ and she twirls that phone cord around her fingers as if it were all she possibly had of him ֪ ׂ ❜
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you couldn't stop your deadpan glare directed at one jesting james potter. your friend seemed to enjoy the way you wrapped yourself up in your phone cord, laying like a schoolgirl, upside down on your couch. in complete truth, it was an absolutely horrendous display.
he made one, final, little teasing gesture before both mary and lily tackled him onto the armchair, soft silly little smiles on their faces. you focused back in on the beautifully coarse voice coming through the receiver.
"—this was only after i had walked an hour in the wrong direction. i swear if i don't learn a bit of korean soon i'm going to end up getting sacked." sirius drawls, unaware of the silent drama going on around you.
he was away— had been away for six months— for a touring gig with one of your shared favorite bands. they were outrageously popular now, followed around, as sirius told, "by a gaggle of obsessive people"
but you could tell he loved the job. for, in just the first month he had been promoted from, in his words, "average lights guy" to "the best backstage manager this century had ever seen".
you were beyond proud of him. your best friend getting to see the world with one of the best bands of the modern age.
how you missed him, though.
especially now. now, that you'd let it slip to all your mutual friends just how much you truly cared for him.
you feel your ears go hot at the memory. it was funny, really, how nice it felt to finally tell them— someone— of your universe-sized crush.
it did help that they all seemed to enjoy the information almost as much as you. giving you hugs and suggesting over and over just how much they had always known. you seriously doubted the later. yes they were all happily keen with their newfound knowledge, but none like james, who enjoyed the topic for the jokes it presented.
but even the lighthearted jokes didn't dim your joy. too much.
"despite how much i'd like you back here, start using those maps i sent you! now is not the time to swear off navigation." you smile.
sirius chuckles, "would you believe me if i said i was using it, just a little bit upside-down."
"merlin, you're pitiful pads. really— that's borderline worrying." you joke, closing your eyes. you try to imagine him in the streets of seoul with nothing but an upside-down map and a carton of cigarettes.
but then again, this is the same sirius orion that, until sixth year, couldn't for the life of him find a way around hogwarts without trailing behind james and remus.
"yeah, yeah poke fun all you want, love," he pauses, "speaking of stupid, how's james? he forgot to call me back tuesday and i'm starting to worry."
you spare a look at the newly twenty-two year old, his glasses sliding down his nose and face scrunched up in a faux kiss— somehow still worried about trying to tease you.
"he's gotten worse since you left. somehow. not even lily can quell him, it's disastrous really." you sigh, eyes devilish.
james perks up, "are you talking about little ol' me?"
"has he always been that loud?" sirius mutters and you laugh.
james is quick to crouch beside you, trying to speak into the phone, "sirius, my heart, we miss you! you missed my birthday, i'm starting to think i'll see twenty-three without you."
"just two more countries dear friend, until i'm back in your arms." sirius replies to him, somewhat earnestly, causing you to make a face of faux disgust.
james smiles and sticks his tongue out to you before whispering, "tough competition, miss heart eyes."
you almost hit him with the heavy handset, but settle for a stern middle finger instead, knowing that your phone call is nearing the end.
"where to after korea, pads?" you ask, already knowing the answer. you were acutely aware of just where and when he'd be— because, honestly, you could barely wait for his return home.
"japan! the sound guy told me they've got a great car scene, but really i'm only leaving my hotel room if someone's got a bike. you know how i am." sirius replies.
japan soundly lovely to you. sounds even more lovely if sirius is involved.
"lucky you. and here i am bored and stuck with prongs." you giggle, "and after japan?"
you knew this one too, because it was marked on every calendar in your home, since the minute he left. england. he'd finally be back home.
"oh come on, as if you're all not planning me a rager as we speak." he says, tone dripping with mirth.
there's a smirk on your lips, "you don't have enough friends for a rager."
he laughs lowly, "you're a vile little thing— i'm wounded." his tone is playfully sardonic, "also—"
you cut him short, "you need to go. sorry, i kept you so long, but, have a wonderful show! we all miss you like crazy!" your voice is cheery but the look on your face is dim.
you hate hanging up.
sirius hums, "i miss you too, love. i'll phone later tomorrow— keep prongs in line for me. i'll see you soon, i promise."
you nod, to yourself, before replying, "i'll take your word! see you soon, pads."
and with that, the line goes dead. you stay in place for a moment, the phone cord still somehow, impossibly, wrapped around you. your eyes are shut, but you can still make out the bright light coming from your open window. you sigh, loudly, and follow it up by sliding off of the couch and onto the floor.
"you have to tell him, ya' know." lily says pointedly, and you open your eyes to stare at her. she's smiling down softly at you so give her one in return.
"not over the phone." you reply, simply.
mary removes the throw pillow she'd been using as a sun shade from her face, "obviously, better yet, how doesn't he know it yet."
james sends her an uncharacteristic reprimanding look and then says, "forgive pads for not being able to see the way she flounders for him through the telephone."
you shriek, "i do not flounder!"
the three of them look at you before breaking out with vindictive smirks, "oh— you most definitely do."
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days pass after your last phone call with sirius, with no fault to him. no, you had become wrapped up entirely with work. all you'd know for the past few days was countless due dates and passive, yet direct, requests for you to stay "just a bit later."
but finally, here you were, arms wrapped around your legs as you sat on your barstool staring expectantly at your phone.
it was late already, as you had, again, stayed over at work. it was already eleven when you got home, so despite your microwavable dinner and rushed shower, time only seemed to fly forward.
but sirius had said he'd call before leaving japan. he had sworn on the voicemail.
so here you sat, towel wrapped around your hair, eyes heavy, and desperate to hear his voice.
almost on cue, the phone rings— and you let four go by before answering, "hello?"
you could hear chatter and hurried steps in the background, "hi love, sorry it's late. show went late, but i'm waiting for my plane now."
"you're fine! tell me about toyko— any bikes?" you question, noticing how coarse his voice came out.
he chuckled, "absolute shit. i saw one, puny little thing though. jax," he stops to explain who exactly jax is, "he's a sound guy— he took me to a street race the next day, but it's hard to enjoy any of it over all the fumes."
"we can't win 'em all," you sigh, "if it makes you feel any better, i forgot to file three patient reports this week, and dr. saion is very focused on me not forgetting it."
you hear him mutter something under his breath before clearing his throat, "he's a grouch, love— however," there was a smile on his lips, and you were sure you didn't need to see him to know, "it does seem as though my impending return is getting you flustered. and although i'm flattered—"
you cut him off, "it has nothing to do with you!" you tone was a bit too serious, so you follow it up with, "not that i'm not beaming for you to get back. i think me more than anyone, obviously."
sirius hums, "obviously?"
you scrunch your face at the word. fuck— no, of course not at all obvious to him.
"i am your best friend, aren't i?" you tease, saving yourself.
he tsks, "it seems you are, little love. oh, and i miss you too. frightfully so, i'm afraid."
you glow at the remark, trying to stifle the feeling out of your voice, "what time are you getting in?"
"god, what time is it there?" he asks, muffled a bit, probably looking around for a clock.
"twenty past two." you sigh.
"love, go to bed! you've got work in the morning, don't you?" he presses.
"fine— after you tell me when you'll be here." you chide, soft smile on your lips.
"if all goes well, half past nine. i promised james i'd apparate straight from the airport and to his. now, can you please get some sleep? finish the week strong, hm?" his tone was caring, and you felt inclined to adhere to his wishes.
"yes, of course, pads. i'll see you tomorrow, please, be safe." your eyes are now drooping, heart determined to talk for as long as possible and head demanding immediate sleep.
"i'm always safe," he chuckles, "but i promise, and i'll see you tomorrow, love. goodbye and good night."
eyes fully shut now and arm barely keeping the phone up, you mumble, "goodnight, sirius. i love you."
your eyes open wide at the words, in pause momentarily. it wasn't what you said that really shocked you— it was the way you said it.
"i love you." as though those words were a rope, tieing you and all of your unsaid confessions together just to unravel itself for sirius.
you pull the handset from your face, listening to the questionary call of your name. you can't say anything, so you just listen. sure that he must know now.
how could he not know?
moments pass before he speaks again, a little quieter this time, "i think you've fallen asleep on me— i, uh, god how do i hang this thing up?"
seconds before his voice sounds again, most of it too quiet for you to hear, "—you when i get home."
then the lines goes dead, the sound blaring into your ears.
when you finally stand up, you feel your head rush. you stand, staring at your phone. there's a fleeting moment where you expect him to call back, and demand an answer to your vibrant display. but minutes pass by with no ring so you head to your bed, a wreck of anxiety.
the covers are pulled over your head, and you're almost suffocated by your own breaths.
you know for certain that hours go by before you're able to sleep.
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waiting with serious worry, you call james' name once more, the sound reverberating in your ear. you had mere minutes before you needed to leave work, and you think now, that it may have been a tad foolish to call james about last night's event.
but it weighed heavy on you all day— so much so that you're sure you've barely said more than four words to your co-workers.
"sorry, i think i just had the best laugh of the year over that." he finally says, voice ridden with humor.
you groan, "what if he..." you trail off.
"you've told him you loved him before? am i wrong here?" he asks.
there's a sigh from you, "it's the way i said it, prongs. i sounded like i belonged in casablanca—"
james interrupts you with a horrible transatlantic accent, "we'll always have paris."
"james." you huff.
"what? it's an excellent muggle film!" he chuckles, "not to worry though, this is the same sirius black, who until very recently, thought that alice and frank were just roommates."
this causes you to smile, "i refuse to say you're right, but, there may be a small chance that you're not too far off."
"merlin, woman, please workshop your gratitude." he jokes.
soon the conversation turns less dire and more excited, the both of you checking all the fine details for sirius' welcome home party. the plan, simple, meet at james' and make sure everything was perfect.
by the time you clocked out, you actually felt better. you gave soft smiles to the other nurses before all of you apparated away.
when you arrive at the potter's front door, you let yourself in.
"hi honey!" lily grabs you for a hug, "how was work?"
you shrug, "long— especially today."
you see both james and remus behind her, bickering over a welcome home banner.
she grins, "i overheard your little confession, you know? james has trouble with private conversations, even more when they're over the phone."
you cringe, "i knew i should've called mary."
lily laughs, guiding both of you toward the kitchen, "he was right though, nothing to stress over."
you lean against the island, "i think i'm more so anticipating how strange it'll be to see him again, now that, well."
your point is mute, but she nods in understanding.
"it's still sirius." she adds, pulling veggie boards out of the fridge.
you grab a few cucumbers and roll your eyes, suddenly much more interested in the wide array of trays and platters of food, "how much do you think a handful of people can eat?"
she looks down at the nearly cluttered island, "james insisted muggles didn't feed people on planes."
you furrow your brows.
"i find it's best when i don't correct him." there's a smile on her lips at the words.
the two of you slip into a comfortable silence, prepping punch, icing a shabby little cake, and trying to find space for all of the different food trays.
the hours fly by. you enjoy the prep though. you've managed to stop at least two petty arguments— both involving the very headfast james. there's little else to occupy yourself with, so you absentmindedly pull out copious amounts of plastic dinnerware and cups.
upon falling short of finding the rest of said cups, you find yourself outside, searching through james' shed. first bought to house sirius' bike and now used as a catch-all.
just as you spot the cups, there's rustling behind you. you freeze and pray to every god that there are no rabid animals living in this shed.
you turn, slowly, and are greeted by messy black hair, a smug smirk, and his deep voice, "fancy seeing you here, little love."
you hastily attempt to exit the maze of the shed, rushing the tall man into a tight hug.
"you should be inside!" you say, large grin overtaking your features.
sirius pulls away from you, letting his arms rest around you, "and not say hello to you first? never, little love."
you can't hide the way your face softens at his words, "i've really missed you, you know?"
he brightens, "of course, everyone kept telling me."
your eyes widen, "what do you mean?"
"mary, remus, lily, dorcas, james, frank— the whole lot. all the every talked about was you. which, i'll add, did bruise my ego." he admits, light-hearted.
you groan, "i'll never tell them secrets again."
sirius looks confused, "we have a secret?"
his tone is full of faux shock and your shake your head, "no, sir, i have the secret."
he lowers his mouth to your ear, "pray tell, what is this secret i've missed?"
you can't help the roll of your eyes, "don't play dumb, pads."
you feel his smile against you. seconds pass without words.
"i brought you something." he speaks finally, backing away from you to dig into his jacket pocket.
the way he dropped the previous conversation stuns you, so you watch wordlessly as he hands you a small green box.
you furrow your brows and he continues, "i, uh, got it back when we were in sydney."
you smile and open the box.
above plush white stuffing, sits a gold charm bracelet. you lift it up, studying it. only one charm hangs from it— a little telephone with red gems for buttons.
you look back to sirius, a stupid grin on your face, "i love it. thank you, really, you didn't have to."
he takes the box from you, setting it on a lawnchair before helping you clasp the bracelet on, "believe me, love, i most assuredly had to."
you look up at him, head mere inches from his own.
"i meant, or i thought better, to tell you now rather than before i left." he whispers, suddenly so earnest.
"tell me what?" you ask, barely above a whisper. you're far too focused on the way his hand never left your wrist, grasped so gingerly.
he blinks slowly before leaning into you, "just how i love you." his words are said with a smile.
you attempt to say something, but he shakes his head softly, "and how i so desperately want you to say it back."
you waste little time, "i love you too, sirius." your voice is breathy, but by the look in his eyes, you can tell he heard you.
he says nothing else, no, he just pulls you into him. his lips find yours in a soft kiss. it feels endearing, enthralling, something so perfect.
his lips taste of vanilla and menthol— and you're sure those two things shouldn't taste as addicting as they do. but they do.
you attempt to kiss him back in the same enchanting way, but more so, you attempt to keep your knees from faltering beneath you.
when you pull away, breathing heavily, you scan his flushed face. chuckling you admit, "i guess you uncovered my secret."
sirius smirks, "actually, you kept it pretty well guarded," he pauses, "until you told prongs."
you open your mouth, "how long?"
"have i known?" he asks, and you nod, "since i landed in italy."
you groan, "that wasn't even a month after you left!
he laughs, "what can i say, love— james isn't fit with secrets." he pulls you close again, staring at you lovingly, "besides, it doesn't matter. i got my girl."
there's a bright smile on your lips and you close your eyes, leaning your head on his chest.
"though, we may have to switch you out to a landline. if i remember correctly, mary may have something about your multiple phone cord incidents." he teases.
far too focused on the warmth of his chest and the beating of his heart, you smile, "not multiple, possibly three handfuls of incidents."
he kisses the top of your head, "you sweet thing, i adore you."
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so-ithinkicandance · 9 months
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James Potter General Dating Headcanons
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• James Potter is the most devoted and enthusiastic lover someone could ever have; he puts so much effort into everything that it's genuinely astonishing, but it never becomes grating or overbearing.
• With him, you never have an empty feeling of affection.
• He finds forehead or temple kisses to be particularly endearing and an excellent way to express his affection for you.
• James' hair is notoriously unruly, as we all know, so if you run your hands through it in an effort to disentangle it, he will melt right there.
• If you press a kiss to his knuckles or cheek it calms him down.
• Falling asleep on his shoulder is another thing that causes James to melt in his tracks.
• He likes to have your arm around your shoulder when you walk down the hallways, or your hand in his if you aren't too comfortable with pda.
• He's fine with linking pinkies or a soft kiss to the back of your hand every now and then at the end of the day because he wants you to be as happy as possible.
• He wears his quidditch jersey, especially in the stands of his games if he has a spare.
• James frequently raises his spectacles with his middle finger; in fact, he does this reflexively even when he is not wearing glasses, giving the impression that he is yelling at everyone without provocation.
• You and Siri tease him a lot for this and give him the middle finger in return.
• It takes him at least a minute to realise what he's done before he says, "You've got to stop doing that, it's not fair," or says, "All's fair in love and war, James."
• He has a tendency to overindulge at parties, especially after Gryffindor wins the Quidditch Cup, but if you need him to help you sober up because you're too exhausted or intoxicated to continue, he will.
• Suddenly, he is completely sober and is escorting you to his dorm.
• Although James isn't the best dancer, he loves to dance with you and will do anything to keep you close to him the entire night in order to make sure you're safe and having a good time.
• Although you are one of the only people who can persuade James to study, he will decline going to the library with Remus, but as soon as you ask him if he wants to go?
• If you're the one who doesn't want to study, he'll grab his books and run after you without pausing. If not, he'll go into full-on mother mode and pull you to the library and make you complete your homework to avoid getting a detention.
• Speaking of, this lad is no stranger to detention, and he is certainly no stranger to slipping you in whenever he can because he "gets bored."
• However, when you get caught, McGonagall will never be able to understand why you took yourself to detention on purpose.
• smothers you with kisses, ignoring your complains and protestations, and awakens you up, but what if you try to wake him up?
• Good luck; he'll wrap his arms around your waist and pull you into bed with him.
• He constantly says you don't have to come to his early morning quidditch practises, but he's secretly over the moon when you drag yourself out of bed for them.
• spends the entire day with you on your birthday
• I'm talking about gifts, a cake he managed to procure, having the entire great hall sing "happy birthday" to you over breakfast, and hosting a little party or get-together for all of your friends. He will seize any opportunity to express his love for you and will
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prongs-slut · 2 years
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@prongs-slut H.A
The dinning hall fell silent at the arrival of yet another howler. The Potters never ceased to bring entertainment.
*Howler in James' voice* : my father didn't strut? My FATHER didn't strut ? I mean it might have been correct if it was about Reggie, but ME ? Bambie, I strutted my way to your papa's heart. My amazing strut is the reason you're even born. Reg, my love, do I not strut enough around the house anymore?
*Reg in the background* : you do, darling, you do. Harry, dearest, I can't wait to see you play this Saturday.
James : I'm sorry Minny I know you said no more Howlers but this was an emergency obviously.
*Regulus much closer now*: oh before we leave. Snivillous, stay away from my son, I have enough embarrassing stories about you to entertain your students for the next 4 years.
They could hear James' warm laugher match theirs as the howler destroyed itself.
@prongs-slut H.A
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love2angel · 5 months
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Sirius and Remus reacting to their daughter!reader coming out to them as lesbian/bisexual/pansexual
No warnings !! | ୨ 714 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ୧
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Daughter!reader would go to the mall's library to get a book she's been eyeing for a while. Upon finding it, she walked towards the cash register not really paying attention to her surroundings. She placed the book gently in front of the worker, not yet looking up. She would then hear a deep but soothing girl voice, finally looking up at the worker. Upon seeing her appearance, daughter!reader would feel her cheeks heat up slightly. A tall girl with silky black hair and light blue eyes would stare down at daughter!reader, a slight smirk on her face (no matter your height, the girl is taller than you). Daughter!reader would have a lesbian/bisexual/pansexual panic, stuttering like a lovestruck high school girl while paying. She almost didn't hear her phone ringing, Sirius calling to say Remus and himself are waiting for her in the parkin lot of the mall. Daughter!reader would clumsily take her book and receipt, almost forgetting to thank the tall girl and then giving her a shy smile. She then would hurry out of the mall, a blushing mess.
Daughter!reader would be silent in the backseat at the beginning of the car ride, Remus and Sirius holding hands on the arm rest as Remus drives. Daughter!reader would still be blushing slightly, only able to look down at the book she bought. Remus would try to strike a conversation— opting to talk about which book his daughter bought, himself being a bookworm.
"Which book did you buy sweetie-" Remus asked, enable to finish his sentence before daughter!reader cut him off, "I think I'm lesbian/bisexual/pansexual." She would blur that out out of pure impulse and stress, her encounter with the beautiful girl, messing with her mind slightly (in a good way of course). Sirius, previously sipping on his coffee, would almost choke. That would worry daughter!reader slightly, not thinking rationally and starting to believe "Imagine they reject me". Girly would stress beyond relief, forgetting that Remus is gay and Sirius is bisexual— her own fathers.
Her train of thoughts would be stopped as she would hear heavy laughing from her fathers. Sirius would cough lightly, since he almost choked on his coffee, while giggling. Sirius would turn his body towards the backseat to look at his daughter, "Oh? Well papa and I are really proud of you for coming out honey, but we've known forever!" Daughter!reader would look at her dad, dumbfounded, "W-Wait what?!" She would stutter out in shock. Remus would look at her through the rear mirror, smiling, "Mhm, we've known ever since you we're in primary school sweetie!" Daughter!reader would be flabbergasted in the backseat, only able to mutter out a shock 'How?'. Sirius would nod in agreement at Remus' previous words, "You we're 7 honey and you had a crush on everyone, no matter the gender. You even kissed a girl in second grade!" Remus would laugh, "I remember that! You kept giggling happily while telling us."
The poor girl would blink multiple time, looking at Sirius, "W-Well.. I-Is it alright..?" Sirius would be laughing his ass off, Remus nudging him to stop, a giggle of his own coming out. It was a red light so Remus could finally turn his head slightly towards the backseat to look at daughter!reader, "Of course It's alright sweetpea! We don't care as long as you're happy!" Sirius nudged Remus with his elbow, a grin on his face, "She was bound to join us at some point~ We're a whole LGBTQ family!"
Daughter!reader would finally relax, her rational thoughts coming back into memories, remembering how her dads are gay so of course they would accept her! She would kinda feel dumb but brush it off at the same time. She joined in with the giggling of her parents, "So why did you guys never tell me?" Daughter!reader asked curiously, tracing the cover of her book with her finger while looking up from time to time at the front seats. Remus would start driving again, the red light turning green, "Because we let you find out on your own sweetpea"
Daughter!reader would smile softly, feeling relieved and happy. The calm moment would be short lived though as Sirius, stretching into his passenger seat, "So who's the lucky person?" A grin was proudly plastered on his face.
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ᴀɴɢᴇʟ : This was so much fun to write! I meant do a part two where they playfully nudge daughter!reader to ask the tall girl for her number!
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rahhhhhhhbrobro · 1 year
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Transmasc!Regulus helping Genderfluid!Sirius do their makeup and hair for a party
Sirius showing Regulus how to tie his tie
Regulus helping Sirius pick an outfit from his old dresses and skirts
Sirius giving Regulus all of their old slacks and button ups that don't fit him anymore
Regulus teaching Sirius how to walk in heels
Sirius painting Regulus's nails to match hers
Regulus trimming Sirius's hair like he use to do for himself
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themauraudersera · 5 months
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Afterlife adventure
Sirius, Remus, James and Fred: *trying their hardest to make things move around the Weasley House so Fred can get Molly's attention* Molly:*notices* Molly:"Fred?" Fred: "I'm not Fred, I'm George, and you call yourself our Mother" Molly: *cupping a hand to her ear because she heard something very faint* Molly: *disregards it* Fred: *starts crying* *After this, the marauders definitely cheered Fred up by playing a joke on Snape
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msandss · 5 months
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There are no words to explain my love for James and Lily. They are perfect.
I love them together, as a couple, as best friends, as classmates friends.
And I love them individually. James being this huge energetic golden retriever and Lily this strong, sweet, caring person.
They are so different yet so similar at the same time. They both care deeply about their friends, but not only their friends also their classmates. They both are brilliant and talented, even if they show it in different ways. And both love with their hole heart; they love so much that they will sacrifice their lives for those who their love with no hesitation.
Ugh. I just love them
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circebutbetter · 2 years
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*Jegulus having a fight in the marauders dorm*
james:YOU WATCH ALL YOUR GODAMN COOKING SHOWSS BUT YOUR COOKING IS SHIT-
Regulus:WELL YIU WATCH ALL YOUR FUCKING PORN BU-
sirus, traumatized : WE ARE DONE HERE Haha
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Head Canon trans ftm Regulus:
While Regulus was still closeted, and Care of Magical Creatures covered unicorns, Regulus couldn't understand why the unicorns wouldn't trust him while they trusted the girls. After, when the professor explained to the class that unicorns are more trustful towards girls than they are towards boys, he finally understood.
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grangerhater · 7 months
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SINCE THIRD YEAR
pairing : james potter x reader
synopsis : you are drunk at a gryffindor party and you can’t stop thinking about your years long crush on your best friend
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I'm in the midst of a party at the Gryffindor common room. The room is filled with students celebrating the end of the year. I spot James across the room, and my heart flutters. We've been friends since first year at Hogwarts, but I've always had a little crush on him.
As the party rages around me, I can't help but think about James. He's smart, funny, and kind. Plus, he's always been there for me, no matter what. As I watch him talk to a group of students, I feel a lump in my throat. Could he possibly like me too?
As I sit at the party, my head spinning from too many drinks, my thoughts drift back to the first time I felt something for my best friend.
It all began one sunny afternoon in the Gryffindor common room in third year. I was sitting on one of the plush armchairs, engrossed in a book, when James sauntered over, a mischievous glint in his hazel eyes.
I looked up as James approached, immediately noticing his mischievous glint in his hazel eyes. "Hello there" I said with a small smile. I wasn't surprised to see him approach. We'd been friends for years, and it seemed like he was always up to something fun. "What's up?"
Suddenly, James snatched the book out of my hand and ran away. I let out a surprised gasp and sprang to my feet, ready to chase after him. "That was my book!" I exclaimed, laughing as I ran after him out of the common room and down the stairs. This was going to be a fun game of catch, I just knew it.
My heart was pounding as I tried to keep up with James' long stride. "Give me back my book!" I cried, laughing as I tried to close the distance between us. He had a step on me, though, and he was teasingly out of reach.
I felt a pang of frustration as James slowed his pace, just to taunt me. I redoubled my efforts and managed to close the gap, finally grabbing his arm and pulling him to a stop. I was breathless, but victorious. "I got you!" I grinned, clutching my book tightly to my chest.
James laughed, reaching out and gently tickling the underside of my chin with his fingertip, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'll keep the book as ransom until you give me a kiss," he said, raising an eyebrow. I felt my face flush with embarrassment, but I knew that if I wanted my book back, I'd have to play along. So I leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, trying to ignore the way his breath caught in his throat.
I pulled away, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks as I waited for James to respond. He was silent for a beat, then he smiled again and handed me my book. "It was worth it," he said, leaning in to whisper in my ear. My heart skipped a beat as I felt the heat of his breath on my neck. He was so close, I could feel his heart pounding against mine. I had to breathe in slowly and clear my head before I could respond.
I nodded nervously, trying to keep my emotions in check. I couldn't deny that there was a spark between us, and this was just the latest in a long string of playful flirtations between us. I wanted to say something clever, to let him know that I felt the same way, but I couldn't seem to find the right words. So I just smiled back and tucked the book under one arm, trying to ignore the flutter in my stomach.
As I sat down at the party, I couldn't help but smile at the memories that were dancing in my head. It seemed like a lifetime ago that James and I were playing games like that in the Gryffindor common room. Now, we were both adults, but I felt the spark between us was just as strong as ever. I looked across the room and spotted James, laughing and surrounded by friends. I felt a small tug at my heart as I thought about all the years that had passed since that day in third year when we played this game of chase.
My thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice calling my name. I looked up to see James approaching, a warm smile on his face. He sat down beside me and grabbed my hand, drawing me into a tight hug. "I've missed you" he said softly, leaning his head against mine. I felt the weight of the years drop away as we held each other, the memories of our past and our present colliding in that moment. This was what I had been waiting for all these years, I realized. This was my moment with James, and it was everything I had dreamed of.
As James and I sat together at the party, I couldn't help but think about how perfect the moment was. We had grown up together, shared laughs, secrets, and experiences. We knew each other inside and out, and our connection was undeniable. The years of chasing, flirting, and teasing had finally paid off. Here we were, sitting together at a party, as adults, and my heart was full. I felt happy, comfortable, and at peace, there was no one else I'd rather be spending this moment with.
As the party wound down, James and I found ourselves alone in the common room. The warmth of the night air was tinged with a slight chill, but it was nothing compared to the heat I felt in my heart. We sat together on a comfy couch in the corner of the room, our hands intertwined, just enjoying each other's company. The feeling of his presence felt so familiar, yet new at the same time. I smiled at him, our connection deeper than ever before.
I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his for a brief moment, our eyes still locked on each other. When we parted, there was a spark in James's eyes that made my heart beat faster. I couldn't keep a smile from forming on my lips as he leaned in again for another kiss, his hand still on my arm. This was a moment I would never forget, and I savored every second of our shared affection.
After another moment of tender kisses, James pulled back and rested his forehead against mine. I felt the heat of his body against mine and the smell of his cologne mixed with the scent of his hair. I was so immersed in the moment that I didn't want it to end. As I let out a contented sigh, I felt his hands slip around my waist, pulling me close as his lips met mine for another kiss. No words were necessary. We knew how we felt about each other.
I let myself get lost in the moment, enjoying every second of James's affection. I lost track of the time as we shared another passionate kiss, our hands gently running over each other's bodies. Slowly, I became aware that the common room was beginning to empty and that we might be interrupted at any moment. But that didn't matter. All that mattered was James and I, in each other's arms.
I reluctantly pulled away from James, my breathing still coming in short, irregular breaths. I could barely believe what had just happened between us. The fact that he felt the same way about me and the ease with which we shared our affection, was thrilling. I knew I couldn't keep this moment inside me any longer. "James," I whispered, my hand brushing against his face. "I hope you know how much I've wanted this for so long."
James smiled back at me, his hazel eyes shining in the dim light. "You have no idea," he said, his voice low and rumbling. "Ever since we met, I've dreamed of being with you. I thought one day you'd make your feelings known, but I couldn't wait any longer." He took my hand and pressed it to his chest. "And now, at last, I have you." My heart fluttered as he pulled me closer to him, his arms wrapping around me and his body pressing against mine. The heat between us rose again, and I felt my body responding to his touch.
I let myself relax in James's embrace, my face pressed into his neck. His scent, a mix of cologne and sweat and musk, was intoxicating. I ran my hands over his chest, feeling his warm skin under my fingertips. I wish could stay like this forever.
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modesttiger · 1 year
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'But she's not for you'
Regulus X reader
Sm songs I listened to while making it.
just kiss her concorde +running to find you minds eye + dealer Lana del ray + destroy myself just for you MONTELL fish+ apocalypse cigarettes after sex + tree house Alex g
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@paranormal-person
Regulus never thought he could be loved. His parents had engraved it into his head from the moment he was born. Even though he had been in relationships he never felt the love they had to offer. Even when he saw you for the very first time when you were 11 he was sure 'you were the girl but you weren't for him'. Now you are both 16 and his views haven't changed.
Regulus watched you hurry around the campus during his free period. He did it every Tuesday. He would sit in the courtyard, book in hand, waiting for you to hurry past as you always did at 12:34 almost every week on the dot. Your hands barely gripping onto the various, but same books, you had in your arms threating to slip. 'He was trying to make the words come out knowing he should've kissed you there', If only he could.
He looked out for you in the grand hall his emotionless face observing you. The way your face glowed when talking to people you loved. The way your eyes sparkled talking to Remus about your favourite books. As he watched he didn't notice the ocean blue eyes he was examining, focus on him.
That was the first time y/n had seen him fully, and oh lord how she wished she had seen him this way sooner, his beautiful brown eyes deepened into her gaze. He was staring at her as if she was the most beautiful woman in the world, and from his soul to hers he truly did believe it.
His years of pining seemed to come to an abrupt end, by a simple gaze held to long. Any worry’s he had faded away. He couldn't believe that it was even possibly directed at him.
And when you began walking towards him he thought he might just pass out. Even in his dreams he never got this far. As you approached now even closer his heart had already left his body and disappeared into your wholesome being.
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mauverickk · 2 years
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Their Love
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Warnings- None tbh
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They look perfect. No, they really do look perfect. When someone looks at James Potter and Lilly Evans, their first thought is “Those two?! A couple?!” And their second thought is “You know what they kind of are perfect for each other in a poetic way”.
They complete each other in a sense, Lily and James. They do. He makes inappropriate jokes at inappropriate times and she scolds him. He is loud and obnoxious and understanding and funny and intelligent and smart and a great listener and Lily is— Lily is just the best.
There’s also the fact that they aren’t too bad to the eyes either. He looks like the most handsome man there could be, sitting behind those glasses of his, with his unruly hair sticking out in every direction possible, and his smile. When he smiles, it seems like angels have come to Earth to bless human kind. Lily— she’s just absolutely gorgeous; in an ethereal way.
It really was a surprise. Wasn’t it yesterday that those two hated each other? She thought he was loud and out of the line and he thought— well he always loved her. Somewhere. Somehow. But he did. Or so he thinks. And maybe he is right; but wasn’t it yesterday that they fought because of a joke he told that didn’t sit right with her? And now they are looking at each other like that.
One can see their love clear as morning dew. Their love can be seen in the way they hold each other’s stares, in the way she now laughs at his inappropriate jokes, in the way they always search for each other, in the way they always make time for each other, in the way the rest of the world disappears for them whenever they’re with each other. It can be seen in the way he looks at her.
Like she is holding his life in her hands and hosting stars in her eyes. Like she is the single most important thing in the world. Like he won’t be able to fill his lungs with oxygen if he looks away from her. He looks at her like she is the answer to all his questions, like she is the first drop of water to a traveler lost in the seemingly never ending dessert.
A question worth asking would be just how oblivious James Potter is? Or is he just blind when it comes to love? Did he really not see what others could clearly confirm or is he just playing safe?
What James failed to notice was that this was the same way you looked at him.
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