#sirius x hestia

[sweeethinny]

happiness in the midst of chaos

I was at the gym and I thought about it. I love writing about Harry and Sirius, even if this drabble isn't exactly about them only

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Harry observed with some suspicion the lively and somewhat secret conversation between Sirius and Hestia; his godfather was smiling in a way Harry had never seen before, leaning against the living room window as he smoked patiently, his freshly cut hair and clean shave made him look less old than before, and the anti-dark circles cream Tonks had bought it for Sirius seemed to be working. It was like seeing him really in his 35th year, and Harry wasn't very used to that.

"Oh, you still remember," Hestia chuckled softly and took another sip of the tea Molly had made. It was snowing and the house seemed colder than usual, even the fireplace was lit, and while everyone was talking in the living room, Ron and Hermione were playing chess — Ron was willing to teach her to be as good as him — Harry left looking for his godfather, missing the man who was just talking to him and Remus, until he found him in the other room, where there was the piano and the family tree that he hated so much.

Hestia seemed comfortable there, she didn't seem to care about the addiction that Harry hated that Sirius had started, the window was open so the smoke could escape and neither of them seemed to care about the gust of cold wind that came through.

The woman was an Auror, Harry had met her a few days ago, when there was a meeting at the house to talk about the ministry and something that they didn't let Harry know, as usual, and she seemed really nice. They didn't talk much, but she was pretty, and Sirius said she had gone to Hogwarts with them.

"Your dad and I loved to irritate her and your mum, Remus as always didn't show appreciation for our behavior, but laughed whenever we made one of them get scared or angry. It was fun, but I don't know how Hestia never slapped me on the face. Man, I deserved it a couple of times." His godfather had said when Harry asked where he knew her from, and Sirius seemed lost in that memory, later when he went down to drink water, he saw him writing a letter and drinking firewhiskey in the kitchen while listening to Muggle radio, the same as his uncles are used to listening.

Harry felt a little jealous, even if he didn't want to admit it, Hestia was stealing Sirius from him and honestly Harry had a lot of matters to discuss with Sirius, that year had barely started and things were already bizarre, all the dreams, and the fact that he had Being able to see what would happen to Arthur made him shiver at night, he really wanted Sirius to help him with that, and there was the whole issue with Cho too... but Sirius was busy, very busy.

"How is he?" Harry felt a little bad listening to their conversation, but honestly, he had done worse things than spy on someone.

"He died a few years ago," Hestia said, but her voice remained calm. "It took a while, I honestly don't know how he got past sixty. But his liver stopped working, the healers had warned him that all that drinking would do that to him at some point, but you remember what my father was like and... It was better."

"And your brothers?" Harry watched as Hestia shrugged.

"I never saw them again. They didn't like me very much anymore, right? Then, after dad died, we just stopped talking to each other. I guess oddly enough, it was just him who still kept us close."

"Oh shit, I know I didn't like them but… Sorry, I think I know how it feels..." Sirius looked sadder than she did, and Harry thought he must be thinking about Regulus. Hestia seemed to think that too because now it was her comforting him, her hand on his arm and a gentle smile on her face.

"I'm sorry about Reg, life sucks." Sirius shrugged and then threw the rest of the cigarette away, closed the window, but remained there. Just like Hestia. None of them seemed willing to go back to the room where everyone was.

"Yes, but… It happens. It's impossible not to die in this situation, let's be honest, there are only so many people alive among the Death Eaters because they aren't acting as actively as before." Sirius said, but then changed the subject "Did you inherit the ice cream shop?" 

"Yes, I hired staff and I go there from time to time, but I worked for a few more years until I got a job as an Auror. Moody wasn't boss at the time and things weren't easy." She laughed, and so did Sirius. He had smiled more times in those few minutes than in all the past months.

"I have to go there again, confirm that salted caramel is still my favorite ice cream." Oh no, Sirius moved just a millimeter closer to Hestia, but enough for Harry to take a step back. He didn't want to see this, and he knew exactly what would happen.

He didn't hear Hestia's response, nor why she laughed and then remained silent, ran into the living room again and lied that he was in the room looking for something, his cheeks flushed. 

"Where is Sirius?" Remus asked, sitting by the fire reading the wizarding newspaper, legs stretched out and looking less worried than he normally did.

"I don't know," Harry shrugged, trying to sound normal. "I think he went outside to smoke."

"God, I already told him to stop it, he's going to die before he's fifty if he keeps going like this." Lupin denied, drinking more of his tea. "Delicious Molly." He raised the cup towards the matriarch who smiled in gratitude.

It was more than half an hour before Sirius reappeared, he said that Hestia was gone and he was left thinking about everything that was happening. Harry didn't think Lupin believed him, especially because when everyone was distracted again with their own things, he pointed to the pink lipstick stain on the corner of Sirius' mouth, which Sirius quickly wiped off and pretended nothing happened, going over to Harry to talk about school. 

Harry also pretended that he knew nothing, but secretly he shared the feeling of jealousy at having to share his godfather with the feeling of happiness at seeing him happier and more… alive.

#my fic #harry potter #sirius black #Sirius x Hestia

[pufflezy]

Authors Note: Everything you recognize is from the Harry Potter series!

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CHAPTER FIFTEEN: The Celestial Ball

Remus' POV:

He fills my mind, always.

I could be in the middle of class or reading a book or sleeping in my bed and he fills my mind.

Sirius' hands are all over me in dreams like these. And I kind of love it. Imagining being with him in vivid dreams and touching his soft skin.

Until I get woken up by his annoying arse.

"Moony!" Sirius whisper yells.

"Wake up, wake up!" James adds, shaking me.

"What." I mumble, rubbing my eyes and looking at them all leaning over me as I lay in bed.

"We've had a brilliant idea!" Peter says.

"I'm honestly upset we haven't thought of this before!" Sirius complains, shaking me again.

I sit up, "What time is it?"

"2 am." James says, smiling.

I glare at him, "What is this 'brilliant' idea you've thought of that required you to wake me up at 2 in the morning?"

"We're gonna slide down the moving stair cases on our matresses!" Peter says, excitedly.

"What?" I furrow my eyebrows at him.

"It'll be so much fun!" Sirius smiles. "Come on!"

I roll my eyes and groan, "Fine."

We each grab our own mattress and start dragging them down the stairs into the common room, and through the portrait, earning an annoyed glare from the fat lady. (Nothing we haven't got hundreds of times before.)

We lay our mattresses in a line next to each other at the top of a set of stairs. "Now what?" I ask.

"We sit!" Sirius says, as he jumps crisscrossed onto his mattress.

The rest of us climb onto ours and James takes a quick look at the Marauders Map to make sure we're still in the clear and then Peter begins counting down.

"5," He says excitedly.

"4," James continues.

"3 2 1!" Sirius yells before pushing off and sliding down the stairs, the rest of us following closely behind.

We scream and laugh as we almost go head first into the railing at the bottom. "Again!" James yells.

"What on earth are you boys doing?" We hear a voice behind us.

We all quickly turn and see Lily standing at the top of stairs in her pajamas, with her hands on her hips.

"Uhhh, nothing." Peter smiles.

"It's ok, Lily-Flower, you can just pretend you didn't see anything and put your pretty little self back to sleep, ok?" Sirius grins.

She rolls her eyes, "No."

"Please don't tell on us, Lily!" James pleads.

Lily shakes her head in disappointment, "James, you're head boy,"

"I know, I'm sorry." He replies.

"And I'm head girl," She continues. James looks at her apologetically. "And we've been spending a lot of time together lately because of that."

"Yeah?" James says, confused at her point.

"So you should know me well enough by now to know that I would have loved to go mattress sledding!" She smiles.

"Wha-" Sirius starts.

"You wanted to join us?" I ask, surprised.

"Hell, ya!" She says, happily. "I did this all the time as a kid. I'm a pro!"

James laughs, "Here, come sit on the front of mine. We'll go down together and show these losers what head boy and girl can do!"

She smiles and runs down to sit on the front half of James mattress, as the rest of us line ours up to go down the next flight of stairs.

Sirius counts down again and we all push off, Peter landing at the bottom first.

"Boom! You guys suck!" He yells in victory.

"You cheated!" Sirius argues.

"Did not!" Peter replies.

Lily had fallen backwards while sliding down and was now basically laying on James, in-between his legs. He looked fairly pleased about that though and they were both still giggling.

We went down a couple more flights, Sirius making it his mission to beat everyone, but somehow failing every time. The rest of us going red in the face from laughter.

"We should probably go before someone catches us." I say.

They all agree and we grab our mattress, walking them back up as Peter and Sirius continue to bicker about who is the "better mattress sledder."

In the morning (the actual reasonable time to wake up, morning), Sirius, Peter and I head down with Marlene and Hestia to meet the others for breakfast. We see Alice, Frank, James and Lily sitting in the middle of the Gryffindor table and walk over to join them.

"Oh shove off, you prick." Lily laughs.

"Who's being a prick?" Marlene asks.

Lily raises her eyebrows at her, "Who do you think?"

James laughs, "All I said was that you're really fun when you loosen up."

"And I'm not fun otherwise?" Lily asks, eyebrows raised.

"That's not what I said! You are fun otherwise! I didn't mean it like that." James responds quickly, worried he upset her.

"It was a joke, Potter." Lily laughs.

James grins, "Oh."

"So, Pete. Are you gonna ask Greta to the ball?" I ask him.

"Ya. After breakfast." He smiles.

"Good! It's only 2 days away! You were running out of time!" Sirius replies.

"I know!" Peter rolls his eyes.

"Ya, I secured my beautiful date, last week!" James smiles, ruffling his hair.

"As friends." Lily reminds him.

"Not for longgg." James smirks.

Lily rolls her eyes, "In your dreams."

"Yes. You are correct. That does happen in my dreams." He winks, causing Lily to go a bit red.

"Oh would you two just shag already?" Sirius huffs. Making Lily even more red.

The rest of us laugh at Sirius' confidence to say what we were all thinking.

"Anyways," James smiles, "There's Greta now, Wormy!"

Peter turns to look at her and takes a deep breath to calm his nerves, "Wish me luck."

"You don't need it! You've got this, mate." Sirius reassures.

We continue about our breakfast and chat for another few minutes before Peter comes back with a frown, "She already has a date."

I look at Sirius for a moment and then back at Peter, "I'm sorry, Peter."

"We'll find you another girl, don't worry!" Sirius smiles.

"The dance is in two days. No one else is gonna be available." Peter frowns again.

I look down for a moment, thinking and then smile at him, "Peter Pettigrew, will you be my date to the Celestial Ball?"

He chuckles, "Really?"

"Of course!" I say, "No one else I'd rather go with then my best friend!"

Peter smiles, "Ok, sure."

"You ready to go, Remus?" Lily asks me with a smile.

"Yup!" I grab my bag and stand up.

"Where are you two going?" James asks.

"To study," Lily answer. "And no, you can't join us."

"What, why?" He responds.

"Because you have Quidditch practice, idiot." Lily laughs.

He goes a bit red in the cheeks and smiles, "Right."

Lily and I make our way to the library and settle into our favourite table way at the back where there's less people and its quieter.

We study for about half an hour before Lily stares at me for a moment, contemplating what to say.

"What?" I ask.

"I want to tell you something," Lily says.

"Ok?" I respond, setting my quill down and sitting up straighter.

"But you can't tell anyone!" She replies, eyes going a bit wider.

I look at her curiously, "I won't, Lily. You're my friend."

"Ok," She pauses. "I fancy James."

I look at her for a moment, thinking about the valuable information I was just given, "Ya, I know."

"How? Did Marle-" She starts, sounding upset.

"No, Lily." I interrupt. "It's just obvious." I laugh.

She goes a bit red in the face, "Shove off." She laughs.

The second that Lily decides she's done studying for the day and walks out of eye sight of me, I sprint down the halls and down to the Quidditch pitch. They're just finishing up practice when I get there, panting like a dog.

Peter walks over to me from the stands, "Are you ok?"

"Ya. I just really need to talk to James!" I say, still trying to catch my breath, "Big advancement in the Lames department!" I smile.

James and Sirius see us and walk over, "I thought you were studying with Lily." James says.

"Ya, but now I really need to talk to you!" I say, excitedly.

"Why? What's going on." James questions.

"Lily fancies you!" I smile.

He raises his eyebrows, "What?!"

"She just told me that she realized last week that she fancies you! She smelt you in the Amortentia!" I reply.

He smiles so big, "Merlin, really?"

"Yes!" I smile with him.

"Way to go, Mate!" Sirius says, patting James on the back.

"Lames is officially happening!" Peter grins. "I don't think I've ever been this happy."

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Lily's POV:

The ball is in one hour and the girls and I are getting ready in my room, "Can someone zip me up?" I ask. Hestia zips up the back of my dress and I look at myself in the mirror. I'm wearing a floor length, A-line, Emerald green dress with flowy, off the shoulder sleeves and lace around the top. It matches the necklace James bought me perfectly.

"Beautiful." Hestia says, looking at me in the mirror as well.

Marlene turns to look at me from the chair she's sitting in while Alice finishes pinning her hair up, "James is going to drop dead when he sees you, Lily."

I laugh, "I hope not, I'm already worried enough about how the ball is going to run tonight. Don't want to deal with it all alone."

"It's gonna be great, Lils!" Alice smiles, "The team you guys picked to set it all up is super reliable, the band is amazing, and the decorations are gorgeous!"

"Thanks." I smile as well.

"You guys ready?" Hestia asks.

"Ready as I'll ever be." I laugh and we walk out of my room and down to the common room where the guys are sitting around on the couch chatting.

"Well don't you fellows clean up nice." Alice laughs.

James turns and looks at me, eyes tracing up and down my body with a small grin on his face. He runs his hand through his hair and walks up to me, takes my hand and kisses it, "You look absolutely stunning, Lily."

I blush, "Thank you, James."

"You ready to head down?" He asks, putting his arm out so I can link mine through it.

I smile, "Yes." I say as I take his arm.

As we walk through the corridors, we laugh at the chaos that ensues on ball night. Boys standing around in groups, checking their hair before their date arrives, girls trying to walk down the stairs in heels and poufy dresses, and the professors looking distressed as they try to get people to the Great Hall faster.

We walk into the Great Hall and it's everything I had hoped for.

The ceiling charmed to be a beautiful starry night, dark blue and shimmery white curtains draped over the walls, twinkle lights running wall to wall above the tables which are decorated with blue table cloth to match the walls and silver chairs.

"Wow." Marlene says, smiling.

"You guys did an amazing job." Peter says.

"It was mostly Lily." James admits with a smile.

Hestia chuckles, "Either way, it's gorgeous!"

"Thank you." I smile.

"Oh, there you two are!" Dumbledore says, as he approaches us, "I just wanted to congratulate you two on doing such a stunning job! It looks wonderful!" He smiles ear to ear.

"Thank you, Professor." We reply.

"Well get out there and dance, you lot!" He smiles, waving his arm to direct us further into the room.

Everything is going well so far. The band sounds great and people seem to be enjoying themselves for the most part.

"Awe." I frown.

"What?" James asks while we take our second lap around the room.

"That girl over there. I think she's alone." I say, nodding towards a girl who looks to be in about fourth year, sitting by herself at a table while everyone else dances.

"I've got this." James says as he approaches her and I watch to see how he plans on cheering her up.

"Hi. I'm James Potter." He smiles.

"Oh.. Hi- I know."

He laughs, "What's your name?"

"I'm uh- Marcy." She stutters.

"Nice to meet you Marcy." He grins. "Would you like to dance with me?"

Her eyes widen, "Really? You want to dance with me?"

"Of course I do!" James smiles. He puts his hand out, which she takes and he directs her to the dance floor.

I watch and smile at how sweet and caring he is, even to complete strangers.

"Hi, Lily." I hear Severus say from behind me.

I turn around, "Oh, Hi Sev." I smile politely. "I'm glad you came, are you having fun?"

"Not really," He laughs. "This isn't really my scene."

"Ya I know." I smile.

"Did you want to dance with me though? Since I'm here." He asks.

"Oh- um, sure." I agree and walk onto the dance floor with him. He puts his hands on my waist and I awkwardly place mine on his shoulders, trying to keep somewhat of a distance. I catch James' eye from across the dance floor and he looks between Sev and I with a frown before turning back to Marcy and smiles.

"So how have you been?" I ask.

"Not bad. Still working on some new potion recipes." He smiles. "What about you?"

"Things are going better." I respond.

"I'm glad. Did Petunia ever respond to you?" He asks.

I frown, "No. I doubt she ever will."

"I'm sorry, Lily." He smile, sympathetically.

The song ends and Severus lets go of me and smiles, "Did you want to grab something to eat?"

"Thanks, but I actually have to get back-" I start.

"Are you actually having a conversation with a Mudblood?" Mulciber asks from behind Severus.

Sev jumps slightly and spins around, "Of course not!" He answers quickley.

"Well then what are you doing?" Avery asks with disgust.

Severus looks between me and his friends, "I was just telling her that she's the next Mudblood to go."

I feel my stomach drop. It's like fifth year all over again. I see James walking over and feel slightly relived, "Is there a problem here?" He asks, glaring down at Severus.

"No. We were just leaving." Severus answers.

"Good." James says as Sev and his friends walk away. "Are you alright?"

I take a breath, "Ya. Just.. Severus." I smile sadly.

"Come on, lets grab something to drink." He smiles and takes my hand to direct me over to the drink table.

He grabs me a glass of punch before reaching inside his dress robes to grab a small flask and pour some into my cup, "Shhh." He smiles.

I laugh and take the cup. We walk around while drinking our punch and another slow song comes on, "Lily Evans, would you honor me in giving me this dance?" He smiles.

I smile as well, feeling my face go a bit red, "Of course."

He takes my hand and we walk onto the dance floor. He places his hands on my waist as I put my arms around his neck and smile. I can feel his breath on my skin and his twitching fingers slide down a bit lower as I twirl the hairs on the bottom of his neck in between my fingers.

"You really do look so beautiful, Lily." He says, as his hazel eyes skip between my eyes and lips.

I smile and look down between us to hide him seeing me blush this close to him.

"And you look very handsome." I admit.

He pulls me in a bit closer as he sways us to the music. I look at him again, not being able to stop myself from dropping my eyes to look at his lips.

He smiles and I look back up to make eye contact again.

"Kiss me already." I hear myself say.

He looks shocked and turns a bit red, "What?"

"Kiss me, Potter. Before I change me mind." I say, staring at his lips.

He pauses for a moment before leaning in and breaking our distance. His soft lips move against mine like they were always meant to be there and he moves his hands to my back to remove any distance that was left between us. It feels as though the room is spinning and we're the only two people in it. I move my hands to cup his face and feel him smile into our kiss before pulling back to stare at me.

I lean back into him, resting my head on his chest as we continue to sway to the music and he rests his hands on my back, hugging me in. I just know that he's smiling so big right now and probably getting a thumbs up from Sirius behind us.

The song, unfortunately, comes to an end and I step back, smiling at him.

"Silence, everyone!" Dumbledore says into the microphone on the stage. "I know this night has been quite excellent for most of you. Therefore, I would like to invite up the organizers of this beautiful event before the night comes to a close." He looks at James and I and I take a breath, nervously as I didn't expect to have to make a speech.

We walk up the stage and look down at all the people on the dance floor and sitting at the tables in the back.

"Well, I guess I'd just like to say a thank you to our wonderful prefects who volunteered to put hours into decorating the Great Hall tonight, the band who sounded incredible, and all of you for coming." I say with a smile.

"And I would just like to admit that all of this planning, decoration choosing and basically everything else was 90% Lily, and for that I want to thank her." James adds, smiling at me.

"Wooo, Lames!" Sirius yells from the crowd, getting a smack on the arm from Marlene.

"No," She says to him, "Go Jily!" She winks at me. I swear I look at them with horror before casting silencio on them when they continue to yell.

James laughs, "Anyways, thank you all for coming and get back to your dorms safe tonight." He says before placing his hand on my lower back and directly me across the stage to get down on the other side. When we get there, our friends are waiting for us. All of them smiling like they have just received the best gift in the world.

Sirius waves his arms around, trying to get me to undo my spell so they can talk again, "Are you going to me good?" I ask,

He nods, frevilously.

"Ok." I laugh before undoing the spell from both of them.

"You kissed!" He immideitally yells, grabbing James' arms and jumping up and down.

James laughs, "Yes we did."

Marlene looks at me with a big smile, biting her bottom lip and I smile back, excitedly.

"Eeee." Sirius squeals. "Tell me everything!"

James raises his eyebrows with a grin, "How about tomorrow? It's late and I need to get Lily back by her curfew."

I roll my eyes and laugh.

"Fine, fine." Sirius agrees.

"Goodnight, guys." James says as he puts his arm out for me to link mine through again and we start walking away. I turn my head to look back at them and smile ear to ear with widened eyes.

We walk back to our dorm in a comfortable silence and when we arrive he walks me all the way up to my bedroom door.

"I had a really amazing time with you, Lily. Like truly incredible." He laughs.

I smile, "I did too."

He looks at me for a moment before leaning down to place a gentle kiss on my lips. I smile when he pulls away, "Goodnight, Potter."

"Goodnight, Evans." He grins.

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Chapter 16 out now!

#harry potter marauders #harry potter fanfiction #marauders era #marauders fanfiction #jily fluff #jily #jily fanfiction #wolfstar fic #wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #james x lily #james potter #lily evans #sirius x remus #sirius black #remus lupin #marlene mckinnon #hestia jones #alice prewett #frank longbottom #celestial ball #hogwarts #7th year

[midnightstargazer]

Aesthetics for my fanfics, part 38

A New Day Dawning

Teen & Up, No Archive Warnings Apply,* ~10,000 words

In the months that follow the Battle of Hogwarts, two survivors lean on each other for support. Victory is sweet, but it does little to soften the heartbreak of losing their lovers in the war, not to mention the impossible task of putting their society back together again. They're not looking for romance, but it begins to blossom between them anyway. Or, five times Kingsley and Hestia were there for each other after the war, and one time they admitted just how much they meant to each other

*but there are references to past character death

#Harry Potter #fanfic #aesthetic #Hestia Jones #Kingsley Shacklebolt #Hestia x Kingsley #Kingsley x Hestia #also past Kingsley x Sirius & Hestia x Emmeline #hence the bi flag in the moodboard

[brewsterispunkk]

diamonds and stones: prologue

pairing: clyde logan x reader

summary: the beginning of it all

warnings: brief mentions of domestic violence

a/n: im dedicating this one to @acrossthesestars :) they offered so much encouragement and support the first time i tried to get this fic off the ground 2 years ago. after some reworking and new inspiration, im trying again !

series masterlist

prologue:

You had been obsessed with Greek mythology when you were young. 

Maybe it was the timelessness of it all, the beauty, love, tragedy. The might of the gods like Zues and Poesidon, the fierceness of Athena’s wit, the firm unforgiving curve of Hera’s brow. The constellations in the deep, inky sky called out to you.

You learned to read them, pick them out in each season. Orion and his bow, Sirius, wagging his tail at you from millions of lightyears away. You liked to talk to them sometimes, when it got tough at home. When the yelling came to be too much. You’d hole up in some corner with a book reading, or you’d look out your window and wonder. Speak to the dark and wonder if maybe they could hear you.

They had endured tragedy too, after all. And though a stepfather that hit you wasn’t a nine-headed beast or a minotaur, it might as well have been. You wondered what it would be like to walk among them; in the time of the Gods. To witness Persephone tumbling forth to the underworld as the world opened up from under her, to see Hera’s rage and wrath and pain firsthand, to feel Poseidon's breeze as Aphrodite was born of the sea-foam. 

You loved them; the myths. And the fiction that followed them, books inspired by stories thought up millennia ago.

But one goddess always confused you. You always avoided her stories; the fiery goddess of warmth, of belonging. It hurt too much. The deity that controlled the two most powerful things that you could never touch; fire--the piercing, blazing, sting of it all. Beautiful to look at and just out of reach. Enchanting candles and bonfires you could never touch, lest you become another Icarus, and melt away from the heat of it. Fire, the thing only the gods could touch. And the other: Home.

Home, the word felt foreign on your tongue, bitter.

The goddess of belonging, the deity of home. Hestia smiled at you from every page she appeared on, lips curving into a wicked smirk, holding something over your head you knew you could never achieve. Never possess, never grasp. 

 It was said that Aphrodite was the goddess of love, that you knew. But it was something you didn’t believe; to you, Aphrodite was the goddess of passion. Of deep, rushing urges, flighty decisions. She was the goddess your mother's tumultuous relationship was born of. And though what she and your stepfather had was piercing and painful, there was no love to be found there. That you were sure of.

No, in your mind Hestia was the goddess of true love, not just the shallow illusion of it. Warmth, stability, belonging: these were all characteristics of love itself. Something you’d never known.

Your mother loved you; That much you knew to be true, but it was a tragic type of love. The type the poets and romantics wrote about. Your mother was Ophelia, sinking into the deep. She was Juliet with a dagger piercing her heart. She was Cordelia, dying of a heart broken by betrayal. A love from Aphrodite had made her like this. She had been all but ruined by your father, as you saw it. She loved you, fiercely, but as though she was trying to provide enough for a mother and a father.

She tore herself apart trying to conceal what was truly happening from you; the bruises, the broken glass, the old jeep missing from the drive-way. And when he did take it out on you, she tore herself apart trying to put you back together. And that was tragic. More tragic than the fates of Orpheus and Eurydice. More tragic than the birth of Dionysus. More than Echo’s love for Narcissus. 

And so the goddess of the hearth and home taunted you.

Appalachia was a beautiful place to grow up, but for a little girl living in her own head, it could get lonely too. The mountains and foothills of the blue ridges lived in your soul; That much you knew. They spoke to you, told you stories, kept you company where there was none.

Your family had made home here for generations. You were as much a part of the land as it was a part of you. Like the West Virginia license plate said, you grew up the same way: “Wild and Wonderful.” Barefoot and wild, a true daughter of the mountains.

Where there wasn’t a father, there were the wildflowers. When your mother would shut down, go quiet and for once stop pretending that everything was alright, there was the oak tree with a tire swing. Through the fights and the screaming and the slamming, there was always this. The land. The grass beneath your feet, the wind in your hair, and the mountains above your eyes. And when it was too hot to be outside, your books were always there to welcome you back to the fold; to provide escape. 

So, though your life wasn’t perfect by any means, you’d always remember your Gramma’s words. She lived miles away--to the east, in Boone County, a place you’d visited only as an infant--but she made the hours-long journey whenever your mother needed her, which was often. When she’d catch you sulking about something trivial, like a lost card game or not being allowed to have sweets before supper, she’d arch an eyebrow at you, hand on her hip and say:

“Watch your spite. Whatever attitude you put out into this world is what you gon’ get back.” 

This, you’d think. I can be content with this. And the West Virginia wind was always there to answer you with its gentle swaying, older than the trees.

-

The first thing your mind registered on the day that you ran was the cold hand on your shoulder as you bolted awake, gasping.

It was still dark outside, the sun hadn’t even begun to peek over the horizon beyond the trailer that you’d only called home for a few weeks now. Your room was bathed in darkness, and your eyes adjusted, only being able to make out the rough shapes of the objects in your room. 

You opened your mouth to scream, too scared to look beside you at who had grabbed you. You’d heard some girls in your class talking about a girl getting kidnapped only two weeks ago one county over. When her hand closed over your mouth to stop you, you visibly relaxed. You could smell the lemon perfume still splashed across her wrist, faint after what must have been a long shift at the diner. Mommy.

“Shh, shh,” She soothed, her other hand stroking your pajama-clad back, “it’s me, sweetie, it’s mama. It’s just me.”

Your little fists rubbed your eyes groggily, taking in your surroundings. You brushed your crazy bed head away from your eyes. It was dark, and the digital mermaid clock on your nightstand read 3:32 am. At the foot of your bed, there were two suitcases; ones you’d only seen when Kieth, your mom’s boyfriend, had gone away for work trips. You’d looked forward to those times; It was when the house was calmest, when you were allowed to have the windows open (Kieth didn’t like it when you’d leave the windows open; it meant people could “see too much”). Your mom would put on her old Fleetwood Mac records and tell you stories about your daddy--How they met and how they found out they were pregnant with you. 

You weren’t allowed to talk about your daddy when Kieth was home. He didn’t like it and he’d get that mean look on his face.The kind that made your mom freeze. You were scared of Kieth. Which was why you didn’t know what his suitcase was doing here instead of tucked away where it belonged. He’d be angry about that, and everyone knew what happened when he got angry.

Your mom smoothed your hair behind your ears, whispering with careful purpose, “Time to get up, sweetie. It’s time to go.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. Go? Go where? It was still nighttime, as far as your seven-year-old brain could tell, and you were tired. 

Swallowing a yawn you began, “Mommy--”

“Shh!” She whisper-yelled, hand coming over your mouth once again. In her eyes was a look you’d never seen before. Your mom was scared. Your eyes widened, not fully understanding what was going on, but understanding that something was going on, and whatever it was, it was bad. She inhaled through her nose and through her mouth, slowly lowering her hand.

“I’m gonna explain the best I can, sweetie, but you’re gonna have to be real, real quiet, ok? We gotta hurry.”

You frantically nodded, eyes drawn together in what could’ve only looked like complete terror. 

“You and I are leavin’, lovebug. I got all we need here,” she patted the suitcase, “and in the car. We’re goin’.” She explained, looking over her shoulder at the cracked door. You could hear Kieth’s loud snoring from the other room.

“Like on vacation?” You asked in a tiny voice, confused. You’d never been on vacation before; Not a real one anyway. Only weekend trips to Atlantic City with your cousins every now and then. Your mom closed her eyes for a moment before shaking her head.

“No. Not like vacation,” she sighed, reaching up to grab your cheek. “I’m sorry honey, really I am. I’m sorry it took me this long to realize we have to go. But we do.”

You wouldn’t know what she was referring to until years later, not really grasping what she was saying in a half-awake, eight-year-old brain. Years later, you’d realize she was referring to Kieth: how sorry she was that it had taken this long for her to leave him. Still, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, you nodded at her. You hadn’t realized she was crying until she reached up to wipe under her eyes, sniffling. 

She hugged you then, tight. Tighter than you think she’d ever held you before. In that moment, you’d thought that it was more for her than you. You hugged her back. 

She sighed, “c’mon, baby. Get your shoes on.”

“Where are we gonna go, mama?” 

“Gramma’s, honey. She’s got a room all ready for us.” By now she was busying herself with getting your pink tennis shoes on your feet. Standing up, you let her pull your sweatshirt over your arms. 

She looked younger like this, you thought. Like a Princess, here in the moonlight under the cover of nighttime. Here the darkness hid the dark circles and worry lines that made her look older than she actually was. She grabbed your hands.

“Okay, now we’ve gotta walk really quietly, honey. You’re gonna have to put your feet where mine were, do you think you can do that?”

You nodded, peeking around the door, half expecting Kieth to be standing there, hand raised. You silently thanked whatever god was out there that Kieth had never let you get a dog—you didn’t know if you’d have been able to take it with you. 

With careful, slow steps you creeped down the dark hallway, dodging the floorboards you knew to be creaky. 

After ten minutes of careful precision—well, as much precision as a half-asleep ten-year-old can have—you made it to the old pick-up that had belonged to your father. The gravel crunching beneath her feet, your mother lifted you up into the back seat. After jumping into the front seat herself, she took a deep shuddering breath before slowly turning the ignition, eyes squeezed shut. The gear moved into drive, and head leaned against the window, you slept soundly, without fear, for the first time in years. 

By the time you woke up, it was almost five o’clock. The sun was slowly beginning to show its rays, the sky fading from a deep indigo into a light yellow. You looked out the windows at the mountains, thankful that at least one thing felt familiar. The blue ridges always did. 

Your mother turned back, smiling at you. A real smile. It made your heart stutter a bit. 

Maybe Hestia hasn’t abandoned me, you thought, thinking back to the days when you’d curse the name of the goddess of fire. Back when you actually believed in the goddess of fire. 

“Well look who decided to wake up,” your mother smiled, her eyes crinkling. You stifled a yawn, stretching. 

“What’s going on?” You asked apprehensively. “Why did we just leave like that? Mama, when we get back he’s gonna be—“

“We aren’t going back.” 

You blanked. Not going back? What? The amount of times you’d wished for this exact scenario were too many to count. You should be happy. But what would you do? Would you live with grandma? Where were your things? You only packed one suitcase and your friend Emma had borrowed your Mulan TShirt—oh and school! Where would you go to school—

Your mother said your name. Your eyes snapped to hers in the rear view.

“It’s gonna be okay. I've got a plan, we’ll be fine.”

She paused and you turned to look at the trees passing by. She sighed before speaking again, “okay?”

“Okay.” 

“Good. Oh look!” She gasped, pointing to her right, at a bright green sign. 

Now Entering Boone County

“We’re here!” She sighed. “I haven’t been back here since your daddy…” She trailed off, but you knew what she meant. She hadn’t been back here since your daddy had died. Keith wouldn’t let her. 

Gazing out of the window at the moving trees, you only thought of what lie ahead. You’d moved enough times in your life, first for your dad’s military postings, and then because Kieth never liked to stay in one place for too long. This wasn’t new, but something about it felt that way. You’d like to stay in one place for a while after this one, you thought. As you watched the hills and farms and houses, the sun began to rise, coloring it all gold. You could get used to this. 

As you entered the town, you felt it in your chest: this was going to be home. You were sure of it. 

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[dhampiravidi]

platonic connections wishlist (long)

Jayn: Gotham-based vigilantes especially Nightwing, the Gotham City Sirens*, the Justice League* (DC Comics); Simon Bassett* (Bridgerton); James Valdez* (Queen of the South-US); Alina Starkov, Nina Zenik*, Jesper Fahey, Inej Ghafa (The Grishaverse).

Naela: Tyrion Lannister, Daenerys Targaryen, Rhaegar Targaryen, (ASOIAF/GOT); Chaotic Good & Lawful Evil characters (D&D)

Achilles: gods from Hellenic myth*, Arthurian knights* (Mythology); Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Captain Price, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, König (Call of Duty); Astarion or any D&D characters (D&D); Gambit*, Mystique, Wolverine*, Storm, any Avengers (Marvel)

Jasmine: Iron Man, Loki*, Wolverine, Brunhilde (Marvel); Isabelle Lightwood, Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane*, the half-fey Blackthorns, Kieran Kingson (Shadowhunter Chronicles)

Skadi: Brunhilde, Black Widow, Spider-Man*, Winter Soldier* (Marvel); Simon "Ghost" Riley*, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, Farah Karim (Call of Duty); Karlach (D&D)

Oraia: Emma Frost, Loki, Iron Man, She-Hulk, X-Men in general* (Marvel); Philippe (Versailles), anyone (The Old Guard), Jack Sparrow* (POTC); most characters (Shadowhunter Chronicles); werewolves, vampires, fey (urban fantasy); Artemis*, Hestia, Bast*, Isis/Aset, sea nymphs, heroes (Mythology)

Hestia: Cyclops, Iceman, Jean Grey, Storm, Wolverine, Spider-Man, Venom (Marvel); young!Coriolanus Snow, Katniss Everdeen, Gale Hawthorne (The Hunger Games)

Rose: Zatanna, Constantine, Dr. Fate, Raven (DC Comics)

Aurelia: The Marauders--especially Sirius & Remus!, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, prominent Order members and/or Death Eaters, any cool people from the Marauders/Golden Trio eras (Harry Potter)

Rela: Din Djarin*, Grogu, Obi-Wan (Star Wars)

Zehara: Sokka, Suki*, Korra, Tenzin (Avatar: TLA & LOK)

Eugenia: Bonnie Bennett (Vampire Diaries); Hellenic deities (Mythology); werewolves, vampires, fey (urban fantasy); Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

Fantomex: ngl he'll flirt even if it's just platonic but Storm, Wolverine, Monet St. Croix (Marvel)

Renée: Gambit, Mystique, Fantomex, Storm, Quicksilver, Wolverine, Daken, Loki, basically anybody who's had dubious morals from time to time (Marvel); Nightwing, Wonder Woman, Superwoman (DC Comics)

Shayera: DCAU!Wally, Wonder Woman, Black Canary (DC Comics)

Mu Lan: Simon Bassett (Bridgerton); any people who are unfazed by Strong Independent Women 😁 especially those from eras other than the modern one...

Lady Gotham: Gotham vigilantes especially Batman, Red Hood (or Robin!Jason), Nightwing, Batgirl (Cassandra Cain)...also magic users like Swamp Thing, Constantine, Zatanna, The Spectre, Etrigan (DC Comics); wouldn't mind crossovers like something with Doctor Strange, Ghost Rider, Loki (Marvel)

-- an asterisk means "zomg I've been wanting this forever!" --

thanks for reading!

#wishlist #platonic connections #admin

[littlemissmoony8]

Because it's lesbian visibility week, I'd like to share some of my marauders era girls' head-canons (because yes most of them are sapphics, argue with a wall):

Lily was every girl's queer awakening, I'm sorry, but that woman was the hottest person in the entire castle, you can't prove me wrong, she was smart, sweet, kind to others, hot as hell AND if all of that wasn't enough, a bad bitch.

Marlene has flirted with every single one of the girls in Hogwarts and no, the teachers don't get behind, just imagine Minnie's face when Marls was trying to flirt with her.

Mary made the entire Gryffindor tower try to impress her so she'd say yes to a date on Valentine's Day, only to just have said date with her girlfriend (aka Lily Mother Fucking Evans), the power this woman holds in her little finger is too much for our world, period.

Dorcas, our badass queen was the best beater Hogwarts ever had, has and will have, and, as Merlin said, she could take you apart with less than one blow, iykyk.

Sybille had the biggest crystal collection out there, and don't even think of trying to steal one of her crystals, she remembers every single one of them, even the smallest of them all; talk about photographic memory. Also, Pandora came in second place, but nowhere near this woman's passion for crystals.

And speaking of my wife, Pandora was always first in potions and she invented quite some of those for her own mysterious purposes sight isn't she just dreamy?

Next one in the list is our lovely Emmeline Vance, she was so gay for Hestia Jones and don't get me started on the Slytherin x Hufflepuff dynamic this two had. So, Emmeline was the youngest player to become quidditch captain, my girl was in third year and bossing seven years around, please, a little clapping for her.

Now her gf, Hestia knew how to cook, but cook with all capitals, her recipes were top tier, she even helped out the elves when making the food, such a good soul.

Alice Fortescue, my girl was strong as a rock, she had really powerful magic and an outstanding control of her spells, no shit she became an auror.

Last but not least, Narcissa, this girl did everything she wanted and just blamed the consequences on someone else, because, how could such an angel like Narcissa Black do a thing such as burning a table down to ashes just because she was bored? Yeah no, it had to be some newly arrived Gryffindor troublemaker (aka Sirius).

[olivers-cocoapuffs]

Oliver *bows head respectfully*,

I have arrived for the ritual, I believe this is day four (!) which is longer than my Duolingo streak believe it or not (okay yeah that's easy to believe)

Today's question is quite boring:

Top five marauders (a) ships and (b) characters.

They do not have to be in order- and, because I believe in an eye for an eye (I don't actually it just sounds poetic), here is mine

characters

- Evan (who would've guessed) Reg, Benjy, Emmeline and Dorcas

(the choice between Dorcas and Barty killed me)

Ships

- Rosekiller, Reconditeravens, Emma x Hestia, Dorlene and Starchaser

(Pandalily. no. I should've made it six)

I hope I haven't taken up too much of your time- Have a good day

Hello hello :)

Ships: Starchaser, Wolfstar, Rosekiller, Dorlene, Pandalily

Characters: Barty, James, Sirius, Frank and Marlene

the characters were hard to narrow down because I love them all sm

See you tomorrow!!

[valentineforlemonandcherry]

Foxtail & Wolfsbane 34

Summary: Your lifelong obsession to hunt down the Nine-Tailed Fox has not gone as expected, and seventeen years later, you find yourself coming back to the place where it all started: Hogwarts. However, with Sirius Black’s escape from Azkaban and Headmaster Dumbledore’s hire of a certain Professor R. J. Lupin, you suddenly find yourself intertwined in the fates of those with whom you thought you had parted ways with long ago.

[Multi-Post Story] [Rowan Scamander x Reader] [Remus Lupin x Reader] [Young Sirius Black x Reader] [Tristan Graves x Reader] [Severus Snape x Reader] *Note: Rowan Scamander, Tristan Graves, Susana Holmes, Cas Carneirus, Henrietta Weiss, Thomas Picquery, and Magdalene Clarke are OC characters.

[Warning: Story Contains Explicit Smut.] [Warning: Rough Sex.] [Warning: Possessiveness.] [Warning: Degradation.] [Warning: Humiliation.] [Warning: Nonconsent.] [Warning: Mentions of Violence/Wounds Unrelated to Sex]

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Sirius dropped by to tell you your Order duties. “You’re to help Molly clean out the spare bedrooms on the seventh floor. No one’s cleaned them in years.”

You wrinkled your nose.

Seeing your less-than-enthused reaction, Sirius said, “C’mon. You pledged to be a member of the Order.”

“Then what about Rowan?” you asked.

From behind you, Rowan’s voice floated out. “Leave me out of this.”

Sirius grinned. “Well, I’ll leave him be, since he’s not a full member. But if Molly ends up roping him in anyways, I can’t save him.”

Rowan’s voice floated out again. “Much appreciated.” 

Sirius looked back at you. “Also, you’re to help with Operation Escape tonight.”

“Operation Escape? Sounds like a clandestine mission.”

“It is. A group of Order members are going to Harry’s house tonight to break him out.”

“Break him out? Why? Is he not safe there anymore?”

“Didn’t you hear? Dementors went after him.”

“Dementors! Is he all right?”

“Yeah. He was able to cast a Patronus Charm and save himself and his cousin.” For a moment, Sirius’ dark eyes glinted proudly. But the next moment, his eyes took on a darker gleam. “And I’m going to find the bastards behind the attack and make them pay for it.”

You lifted your eyebrow at Sirius. “Aren’t you supposed to be keeping your head down? Dumbledore said that you aren’t supposed - ”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Sirius sighed. “But I didn’t escape Azkaban just to shut myself away in this hellhole. Anyways, you’ll be on the mission tonight. So, be ready.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

At ten o’clock that night, you made your way up to the rooftop of Grimmauld Place. Everyone had already gathered around a couple of thestrals and a handful of broomsticks and were pairing off. As you were new to the team, you stood there awkwardly. Everyone already seemed to have set partners: Mad-Eye and Mundungus, Bill and Fleur, Emmeline and Hestia…  

Just then, Remus appeared at your side. “Shall we take a thestral together? Since I can see them, I can promise you I won’t let you fall.” 

The half-moon light was shining down on Remus and the silver light accentuated his scars. You could clearly identify the newer scars on his jaw and cheek. I know they’re new, because years ago, I spent night after night tracing his scars lightly and curiously until, before I knew it, I’d committed them to memory. 

Things haven’t changed for Remus, have they? you thought. He still lets Sirius use him. I pleaded with him so many times to value himself more, and he still doesn’t.

You quickly shook your head, trying to pull yourself out of your memories. Only, it looked like you were shaking your head at Remus as you muttered, “No, thank you, I prefer a broom.” 

Keeping your head down, you walked past Remus. You were so intent on walking past him that you bumped right into Tonks. 

“Wotcher!” she cried out, as she grabbed you by the arm to stop herself from falling.

“Sor - ” you began to apologize, when Tonks asked you, “Oh, is something the matter between you and Remus?” 

You blinked. Before you could even say anything, Tonks said, “He’s only trying to watch out for you, you know. Since you just joined the Order and all that.”

“Oh…” 

Tonks looked over your shoulder at Remus. You saw an affectionate smile appear on her face as she murmured, “I guess he is a bit awkward at first, though, huh? He’s shy, is all.”

“Oh,” you said again.

Mistaking your expression as one of worry, Tonks remarked brightly, “Don’t be worried - that’s all I’m saying!”

Feeling that it was dishonest to let Tonks go with the impression that you didn’t know Remus at all, you pieced together your scrambled brains enough to admit, “He’s not a bad person. I know that.” Only, you spoke so quietly that Tonks didn’t hear what you said.

“Huh? I didn’t catch that.”

You cleared your throat. “He’s a good person. I would never say otherwise. It’s only that – Well, I’m not very close to him. That’s all.” 

“Well, he’s great. Just you wait until you get to know him better.” With a small wave, she walked away.

You watched as Tonks went ahead. Remus, seeing Tonks coming, beckoned to her. She lifted her arms and Remus helped her up onto a thestral. You turned away and silently picked up your broomstick. 

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

Playfully, Tonks said to Remus, “I think you scared the newcomer.”

“Hm?” Remus replied, as he tested out the reins. 

“I think you scared her,” Tonks repeated, nodding over at you. “Don’t worry. I came to your defense.” She laughed lightly. “You can be so awkward, Remus. But I like that about you.” 

Remus watched as you mounted your broom. You tilted your head up to gaze at the night sky. 

For a moment, Remus recalled lying with you in your bed and telling you in soft whispers about all of the different constellations in the Ravenclaw dorm room ceiling… It felt like a different life entirely. 

So, Lovely doesn’t want to be around me anymore, Remus thought. It’s just as well. Why would she want me around her? We have little relation to each other now. 

Still, Remus was worried about you. The last time he had seen you at Hogwarts, you had been struggling with harboring a Nine-Tailed Fox within your soul. 

What happened in the kitchen the other night, when she was furious with Sirius and suddenly collapsed… It made me think that she’s still dealing with some kind-of illness, Remus mused. I want to help her, but she doesn’t seem to need my help anymore. She has Scamander. She clearly prefers Scamander. And that’s all as it should be. 

However, Remus wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination, but even as he watched you now, you seemed lonelier than ever. Two years ago, when you had met Remus at Hogwarts again, as professors, you had said to Remus that you had forgiven him and could be his friend again. 

Only now, after you’d abruptly departed Hogwarts without a good-bye or word of explanation, and come back, as a member of the Order, Remus thought that something about you had definitely shifted. Right now, sitting on your broomstick and quietly staring up at the distant stars, you seemed much colder in your demeanor than you’d ever been before. 

Even though Scamander is by her side, I have to wonder if Lovely’s all right, Remus thought. She just doesn’t seem like herself anymore. 

“Remus? Are you ready to take off?” Tonks asked, jolting him out of his thoughts. “I just saw the first set of fireworks go off.”

“Right. Thanks, Nymphadora.” 

“Sure thing. And hey - ” Tonks playfully flicked the back of Remus’ neck, making him shiver. “What did I say about calling me Nymphadora in front of other people, hm? You did that this morning, too, in the kitchen.”

“Ah, right,” Remus realized. “Sorry. I’ll be more careful.”

The second set of fireworks went off. 

“Hold on tight now, Nympha - Tonks,” Remus quickly corrected himself. 

“‘O’ for effort, ‘T’ for execution,” Tonks joked. She hugged Remus tightly as the thestral reared and took off into the sky, flapping its magnificent, leathery wings. 

You ended up partnering with Kingsley Shacklebolt. You tailed his broomstick up into the sky.

In your soul, the Nine-Tailed Fox mused lazily, Oh, flight… This is nice. It’s been a while since I’ve taken to the air. She sighed. You have such a limited life, you know. And you don’t even know how to converse with the stars. How odd your limitations are.

You didn’t reply to the Fox, but when she lapsed into soft humming, you were grateful for her company. However, as the night air whooshed past you, you became aware of a different coldness growing within you, and you knew that the snow was starting to fall once more within the depths of your soul…

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Only Tristan and Rowan occupied Grimmauld Place that night. Cas was sending orders to MCUSA, Magdalene was preparing a proposal for the International Department, Susana was secretly tailing the dementor with the Obscurial within it, Molly and Arthur had returned to the Burrow for the night, and everyone else was on the rescue mission. Your mother, while she still resided at Grimmauld Place, had resumed her day job (with the help of some Wizard-fabricated documents explaining her absence), so she had left at five in the morning and she still had not returned by ten at night. She was not yet aware that you were at Grimmauld Place. 

Tristan and Rowan were sitting in the kitchen, drinking whiskey. As Rowan had once declared, it was the only thing they shared the same taste in.

“So,” Tristan said, “what’s this I hear about you not being a proper member of the Order?”

Rowan shrugged. “It’s true. I’m not. There’s nothing to it.”

Tristan gave Rowan a doubtful look. “But why wouldn’t you be? You don’t believe in the cause?” 

“Of course I believe in the cause. Voldemort’s a nutjob, we all know that.”

“Then - why not join the Order for real?” 

Rowan sighed. “What the hell is this? An interrogation? Getting me drunk and then asking me everything you want to know?” 

“Not at all. I don’t need to interrogate you – or get you drunk, for that matter - to know what’s going on with you.”

Rowan snorted, unimpressed. “Trying to get me drunk wouldn’t help, anyways. I’m much better at holding my liquor than you are.”

Tristan coughed politely. “I think our night out in Paris proved otherwise.”

Rowan flushed. “That doesn’t count. I’d already drank several rounds with the French Vice President before you’d arrived.”

“I know,” Tristan replied smartly. “I had to pull you out of there before you botched up a year-long international diplomacy mission.”

“I was doing just fine on my own,” Rowan retorted stubbornly. “Besides, it wasn’t a real diplomacy mission. I only went as a stand-in, as a favor to Mag.”

“And I went after you and rescued you as a favor to Mag,” Tristan replied quickly.

Rowan shrugged. “I guess Mag was busy that night.”

“Anyhow,” Tristan pressed, as he was not easily distracted, “you didn’t answer my question: Why aren’t you a full member of the Order?”

Rowan ignored his question and merely said, “Always so damn talkative. Will you quit asking stupid questions and let me enjoy my drink in peace for once?”

Tristan pulled out his pocket watch to check the time. As he put his watch away, he stated, “Rowan, believe me when I say that I don’t at all enjoy wasting my precious time arguing with you. I am asking you these questions because I am trying to get you to open up your thick skull, for once.”

Rowan looked over at Tristan. “Then just say it straight. I hate when people talk in circles.” 

Tristan, who had been resting his feet on the chair besides his, kicked the chair back and sat up to face Rowan. “Fine. I’ll say it straight.” He leveled a steady look at Rowan. “You’re being a coward. You can’t even commit yourself to the things you believe in so long as you think your parents did it first. You don’t want to join the Order outright because your parents are close to Dumbledore and you don’t want to be seen as Dumbledore’s pawn - which is how you see your parents - and which, by the way, is a conclusion that I adamantly disagree with. You don’t want to become a full-fledged Magizoologist because you feel that you’ll never be as good as your father. You don’t want to join MCUSA, either, because you don’t think you’ll live up to your mother’s reputation. You won’t commit yourself to the woman you love because you think you can’t protect her from the craziness of the world you have to live in. I know what happened with Magdalene. That wasn’t your fault, Rowan. You did everything you could to keep that story out of the press -  ” 

Rowan suddenly interrupted, through gritted teeth, “What’s your point?” 

Instead of becoming defensive, Tristan’s eyes softened, as he looked at Rowan. Still, his voice held no mercy as he said truthfully, “If you keep holding back because you’re afraid of disappointing the world, you’re going to lose all the things that are important to you.” 

Rowan kept his eyes on his whiskey glass. However, his hold on the glass was so strong that his knuckles were white and the glass was in danger of shattering to pieces. Still, always the expert at faking composure, all Rowan said was, “Fine. I appreciate the warning. But my life is none of your business, Tristan. You just stick to your lane, all right? Besides, I don’t see you succeeding with the woman you love, either.”

Tristan lifted his eyebrow at Rowan. “So, you realize that I’m in love with Cas?”

Rowan scoffed. “Anyone with eyes can see that, Tristan. You’ve been in love with her since day one. It’s the only reason I haven’t cursed you off the face of the earth for sleeping with my woman.”

Tristan gave a quick shrug of his shoulder. “Cas doesn’t see it. She’s told me multiple times that I don’t love her.” 

“Then she’s a bloody fool,” Rowan said decidedly.

Tristan didn’t respond to this comment right away. It was only after he downed his glass of whiskey that he stated, “But I’d rather she didn’t believe me. There’s a better guarantee for a future for her when she’s far away from me. I appreciate that she knows that instinctively. Truth be told, I love that part of her more than I love any other part of her.” 

Rowan stared confusedly at Tristan. “Doesn’t that mean that she’ll always deny you?”

Tristan replied easily, “Yes, it certainly does.”

“And that doesn’t scare you or frustrate you?” Rowan wondered.

Tristan slowly shook his head. “No.” He smiled ruefully at his empty glass as he admitted, “It’s Cas, after all. There’s nothing that woman could do to change the fact that I love her to pieces.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     * 

Of course, the fact that it was only Tristan and Rowan at Grimmauld Place that night meant that Sirius was also absent. After pretending to go feed Buckbeak, Sirius escaped by climbing down the window of Grimmauld Place, (as he had done many times in his youth.) Sirius decided to go to Privet Drive.

Like Cas, Sirius excelled at Tracking Spells. It was how he had managed to find Peter Pettigrew right after he learned of Peter’s betrayal of Lily and James. 

Now, starting from Privet Drive, Sirius managed to track the past presence of the two dementors that had been sent after Harry… all the way back to the residence of a Death Eater named Antonin Dolohov. 

You bastard. You’ll pay for putting my godson’s life at risk, Sirius growled in his mind. Then, Sirius burst into Dolohov’s home, aggressively breaking all of the magical barriers that Dolohov had cast around his mansion.

Sirius successfully ambushed Dolohov and nearly managed to Stun him, when Dolohov, as a last resort, pressed the tip of his wand to the Dark Mark branded on his inner arm.

There was a rush of dark wind – suddenly, no less than four Death Eaters were standing in front of Sirius. They all raised their wands and shouted spells at Sirius.

“Protego Maximus!” Sirius’ shield was impressive, deflecting three of the curses aimed at him. However, the fourth curse managed to rip through the weakened shield and catch Sirius in his arm.

Sirius groaned as an extremely deep gash appeared in his arm. Blood quickly began to drip down his arm. 

“Got you now, you Mudblood-lover!” Dolohov crowed, lifting his wand to finish off Sirius. 

At that moment, a figure burst in through the door. It was Susana, who had been lying low and spying on Dolohov, for Dolohov was housing the dementor with the Obscurial in his basement. Susana knew that the true risk was not the four Death Eaters standing before them, but the Obscurial in the basement, who was slowly beginning to respond to the magical energy exploding from the fight and would, given only minutes, expand and burst in reaction.

“Who the hell are you?” Dolohov snarled.

Instead of answering, Susana brandished her wand in a complicated, but incredibly quick motion. “Volare ignis!” she shouted.

A black rope of fire appeared. The four Death Eaters gasped, for it was Dark Magic the likes of which they thought only Voldemort could produce. Susana controlled the rope so that it lassoed all four Death Eaters together.

The Death Eaters screamed:

“What in hell?”

“Ah, it burns!”

“I can’t cut through it!”

While the Death Eaters fought fruitlessly against the rope, Susana ran over to Sirius, grabbed him, and Disapparated.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     * 

“Ahh!” Sirius groaned as Susana barely managed to get him inside of Grimmauld Place. He was in terrible pain.

“Easy there, Black,” Susana said, as she heaved him forward.

Gritting his teeth against the pain coursing up and down his bleeding arm, Sirius finally stumbled over the entranceway. Susana managed to hold him up, but they had to stop as Sirius clutched onto the wall of the hallway for support.

“Here!” Susana barked out loudly. “We need help here!” 

“Ugh!” Sirius groaned again.

At that moment, Grimmauld Place was full of people. The Order had just successfully brought Harry here and were celebrating his safe return.

Hearing Sirius’ scream, everyone fell silent, however. It was Remus who immediately recognized - “Sirius!”

Remus dashed off down the hallway, with Tonks and Harry hot on his heels.

When Sirius came into view, Harry gasped, “Sirius!”

Sirius lifted his head for a moment. “Harry,” he breathed out. Then, he collapsed.

Susana barely managed to catch him. 

“Sirius!” Harry yelled.

At that moment, you and Rowan appeared in the hallway. Coming forward, Rowan helped Susana lay Sirius down on the ground. Remus and Harry crouched over them to see Sirius, but they accidentally blocked out the light.

“Back away!” Rowan commanded. Turning to you, he said, “I need you to bring me two clean cloths, bandages, Dittany, a bowl of warm salt water, a Numbing Potion, and three herbs: calendula, menthe, and ocimum tenuiflorum. Can you do that for me?”

You raced off. Remus and Harry stayed with Sirius, but Tonks came with you. She was a great help, easily Summoning the Dittany, the Numbing Potion,  the cloth, and the bandages, as she knew where they were and you didn’t. 

You ran into the room where Molly had started to stockpile all sorts of healing potions and ingredients. You quickly rummaged through, thanking Severus in your head for all of the knowledge he’d unintentionally transmitted to you in those ten years where he had been your incredibly unwilling, yet generous, partner. 

Meanwhile, Tristan appeared in the hallway. His brow furrowed as he instantly recognized, “Susana, your disguise is wavering. You’ve used your magic, haven’t you?”

With downcast eyes, Susana reluctantly nodded.

Tristan held out his hand. “Come here. We’ve got to replenish your shields, then. I can feel the Dark Magic bleeding out of you.”

Susana stood up. She was careful to gently rest Sirius’ head on the ground before coming over to Tristan. “I’m sorry, Master,” she murmured.

“No. I’d be a fool not to recognize that it was an emergency,” Tristan said. “I’m simply concerned for you. Come with me now.”

Susana followed Tristan down the hallway. 

Just then, with a shout of “Here!”, you came skidding back into the hallway with a bowl of warm salt water and all of the ingredients that Rowan had asked for. Tonks returned only seconds after you, holding all of the other materials. 

Rowan rolled up his sleeves. His eyes burned intensely, displaying his incredible focus. His hands were amazingly steady as he expertly treated Sirius’ wound.

Remus wiped Sirius’ face with a cool cloth. Then, standing back so as not to get into Rowan’s way, Remus put his arm around Harry reassuringly as they waited for Sirius.

You helped Rowan as much as you could, mixing the herbs with the water as necessary and applying the Dittany yourself as Rowan held Sirius carefully in place. Tonks assisted, too, by having the cloth and bandages at the ready. 

Finally, Sirius’ arm had been purified, treated, and bandaged. Remus gently pulled Sirius’ uninjured arm over his shoulder and helped Sirius up to his bedroom. Harry followed. 

When Sirius noticed Harry walking along behind him, Sirius murmured, “What’re you doing, acting all careful around me? Come up here, squirt. I want to see your face. I want to see how badly the stupid Dursleys have starved you.”

“Sirius,” Remus chided, “don’t talk to Harry like that.”

But Harry grinned and came loping forward. “The Dursleys were terrible. Honestly, I was kind-of relieved when the dementors came and found me. I reckon they make for better company than Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Dudley.”

Sirius grinned. “Atta boy, Harry. That’s the spirit. Way to be optimistic.” 

“Terrible. You’re both terrible,” Remus said, only he couldn’t help except to break into a soft laugh. 

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

Back in the hallway, Tonks waved her wand to clean up the mess on the floor. Then, gathering up the Potions bottles in her arms, she went back to the storage room. 

Rowan let out a hard breath and slumped back against the wall. “I didn’t expect to have to do that tonight.”

“You were amazing,” you said, speaking quite honestly.  

Rowan shook his head. “I only did what had to be done. Anyone would have done the same.”

You admired Rowan for his reply, but you weren’t quite sure how to respond to it. Finally, you reached your hand down and offered, “Come on. I’m sure you’re tired. Let’s go up.”

Rowan took your hand and stood up. For a moment, the two of you stood in the hallway, very close together and holding hands. 

“Rowan?”

“Hm?”

“Did you drink whiskey?”

“Yeah.”

“You did?”

“Do you need proof?” Rowan lifted his eyebrow as he looked down at you.

“I’d like some, yeah,” you replied, rather cheekily. 

Rowan grinned, knowing what you wanted from him. He leaned down and kissed you.

You felt the warmth of his mouth on yours and the lingering burn of the whiskey he’d drunk. 

“Yeah, I can taste it,” you whispered. You pressed yourself to Rowan. As you slipped closer to him, your head fell back slightly so that you could kiss him deeply.

Rowan slid his hands into your hair and drew you tight to him. “Mm,” he breathed out. “Is this my reward for doing some good today?”

You laughed. “Yeah, you can think of it that way, I guess. You were really impressive. And you’d just had some whiskey, too, apparently. How were your hands so steady?” 

“My hands are more steady because of the whiskey.” He sighed. “It’s a bad aspect of me.”

“Well, as long as you don’t overdo it,” you returned. “And I’ll be there to snatch it away from you as needed. I don’t mind a spot of whiskey myself, you know.” 

Rowan smiled at you. He seemed quite tired, however, as he put his arm around your shoulders and started to lead you down the hallway.

You looked up curiously at him, wondering what was on his mind, but he didn’t say anything more as the two of you made your way back to the bedroom.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     * 

That night was a memorable night. The scent and burn of whiskey matched Rowan so well - his freckles, his ginger hair, his intense brown eyes, and the easy, yet rough way in which he touched and held you. Besides that, Rowan was tired. In some ways, making love with Rowan when he was tired was lazier and slower, and he certainly made you take the lead much more than usual. However, in other ways, his being tired simply meant that his restraints were loosened so that, even though Rowan was a bit sloppier in his movements, he was more fervent and passionate than ever.

In fact, the two of you had meant to go straight to sleep. Only, as you got into bed together, you’d rolled over to him and given him a good night kiss. You pressed your mouth to his warmly, and he lazily slung his arm around your waist and held you as he kissed you back. The kiss lasted longer than it was meant to, and you found yourself having to put your hands on his chest to steady yourself.

Rowan’s other hand drifted loosely down your body, tracing your curves, until his hand came to rest on your thigh. He found himself softly squeezing your thigh in his large, warm hand – and then, before you knew it, you had shifted your legs open a bit…

“You’re not sleepy at all, are you?” Rowan murmured, with his mouth still pressed against yours.

“Well…” You tried to shrug it off.

But Rowan squeezed your thigh and whispered, “Don’t pretend. Kissing me so sweetly and opening your legs for me like this – and you want to pretend that you want to go straight to sleep? If you’re going to lie about wanting me, at least make it seem credible.”

“But you seem tired,” you said softly.

“I am,” Rowan agreed. “So, how about this? You get on top.” He added, with a soft smirk, “For once.”

Rowan gently pulled at your thigh, trying to pull your leg over him so that you’d sit on top of him. However, you resisted, grabbing onto him and burying your head against his shoulder.

“C’mon,” Rowan encouraged. “You can’t be a pillow princess all the fucking time. You’ve got to do your part once in a while, babe.”

“I do do my part,” you retorted. “I keep my legs open for you, don’t I?”

Rowan chuckled, highly amused with you. “And that’s all you ever plan to do for me, huh? Open your little legs, until you get all the pleasure you want from me. Once you’ve had your fill of me, you snap them shut, roll away from me, and snore all night long.”

“Excuse me, but you’re the one who insists on being dominant all the time,” you reminded him. “You’re the bully in bed. And I don’t snore.”

“Well, I was going to make an exception for today, but since you bring it up - ” Rowan playfully reached over and pulled you into a headlock, pushing your head down softly against his chest.

You yelped. “Rowan, what - ?”

Rowan nuzzled his jaw against the top of your head. He teased you, “I always wondered how you managed to catch the Nine-Tailed Fox. But now I get it – she caught you, what with you being such a lazy ass.”

“That’s not true,” you said, trying to squirm out of his headlock.

Well, it sort-of is, the Fox said slyly, and you felt a sparkle in your chest as she laughed at you.

Rowan grinned. “I can feel the Fox agreeing with me.”

Before you could reply, Rowan reached down and gave you a gentle slap on your ass.

“Ah!” you gasped in surprise.

“Up you get,” Rowan said shortly.

“Don’t be so pushy,” you retorted, scowling at him.

Rowan reached over and gave you a soft flick on your forehead. “Don’t be so lazy.”

With a sigh, you clambered onto him.

When Rowan saw your face, he burst out laughing. You looked so sullen.

“Don’t you dare fucking pout at me,” Rowan told you, even as he was still chuckling. “You won’t get anything from me that way, you sly little nymph.”

“Well, what should I do, Rowan? Huh?”

“Do what you said you’d do. Spread your legs.”

You uncertainly dragged your thighs apart.

Rowan put his warm, broad hands on your hips to support you. “And now lift your hips up for me.”

You got up a little.

Rowan continued, “All right. Now, reach down and guide me to you.”

You reached down and wrapped your hand around Rowan. Palming the tip of his cock, you guided him to you. Then, feeling his cock press lightly against your pussy hole, you immediately wanted to be filled with him. Not needing any encouragement, you eagerly began to sink down on his cock.

Rowan breathed out. “There you go. Knew you’d get there.”

“Mm,” you sighed, feeling his cock push you open once more.

“Good girl,” Rowan praised you, giving your hips a hard squeeze. “Now, deeper… Deeper…”

“Can’t, Rowan,” you told him, feeling yourself tense up around him.

“Well, not all at once. Don’t hurt yourself now,” Rowan murmured back. “Take it slow. Take as much time as you need. But I need to be deep inside you, love.”

“Deep…?” you mumbled back.

“That’s right. Deep, sweetheart.” Rowan slid his hand up the front of your hips to your lower stomach. He patted you lightly there, as he told you, “I want to feel myself inside of you, all the way to your pretty little tummy. All right?”

When you felt his hand on your stomach, you looked down – only to see Rowan looking up at you through half-lidded eyes. His cheeks were already slightly flushed, from both the whiskey and the burning off of the adrenaline after treating Sirius. And the way Rowan was looking at you – Well, he was letting his eyes drift up and down your body, taking in your silhouette, making out your curves, and clearly appreciating the way your thighs were all spread open for him and how your pussy was being spread out by him. There, in his eyes, you could see Rowan’s desires; he was waiting to see how deep you could take him. He wanted to see you lose your mind with ecstasy as you pleasured yourself on top of him.

You hesitated. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to do that, but you were afraid you might look stupid before Rowan if you were to do that. You knew Rowan – if you did anything silly, he would never let you hear the end of it.

“Well, but – I feel exposed like this,” you murmured.

“What do you mean – exposed?”

“I mean, you’re looking at me, and you can – can see me and - ”

“Of course,” Rowan said calmly. “That’s why I have you like this, love. I want to see your sweet little pussy bouncing on my cock. I want to see how hard you have to work your thighs and tummy to get what you want from me. And I want to see how stupid-looking your cute face gets when you moan for me. I want to see my little whore in action – is that so bad?”

Your thighs twitched. Hearing Rowan talk like that never failed to make you feel a strange fluttering in your tummy, but you figured you had enough dignity to protest, “It is if you say it like that.”

Rowan reached up and soothingly rubbed your thighs with his hands. “C’mon, baby. You always get to see me act like a slut for me. Why can’t you do the same for me?”

“You are a slut for me…” you mumbled in acknowledgement, taking that line to protect your sense of pride. You put your hands on Rowan’s chest and pressed your palms against him, as you repeated, “Yeah, you’re a – a real slut for me, Rowan…” As you spoke, you finally relaxed enough to close your eyes and begin moving your hips. The tip of Rowan’s cock was nestled inside of you, but only just. You rocked back and forth slowly, slowly, slowly…

You felt Rowan tense underneath you. Your eyes were closed, so you didn’t notice how it was taking every bit of restraint Rowan had not to thrust into your warm, wet little pussy.

But Rowan held himself back, even if he was squeezing the sheets on either side of himself rather tightly, slowly but surely pulling the sheets out of their tucked ends.

“Mm, mm, mm,” you moaned out softly. Your mouth fell open a bit and you leaned forward further as you began to pant. You started to finally bounce your hips lightly.

Rowan let out a harsh sigh of relief. Yes, you were still taking just the tip, but at least you were giving him some movement.

“Mm, yeah,” you mumbled out, loving the soft pleasure building up between your legs.

“Feel good, love?” Rowan whispered.

“Yeah, so good.” Your little head went nodding off in reply to his question, nodding in time to way your hips were so sweetly jerking up and down in the air and on his cock.

“You’re getting into it, aren’t you?” Rowan asked you. He spoke softly to you, so as not to break the spell.

“Mhm, yeah,” you agreed, still nodding.

Rowan chuckled warmly. She’s so cute like this. How come she doesn’t show me this side of her more often?

But then, you made the mistake of turning your head. You did so naturally, just to moan a bit louder. However, you opened your eyes at the moment – and you happened to catch a glimpse of yourself in the window. The curtain had been drawn back and it was a dark enough night that you could clearly see yourself as a reflection.

Suddenly, you could see yourself. It was strange, seeing yourself sitting on and shivering all over Rowan. You could see how bright pink your thighs were and how wet you were getting, with your inner thighs glistening slightly when you moved your hips.

Rowan looked over to the side, too, following your gaze. He recognized that you had caught your own image and he saw the doubt creep back onto your face. “Don’t look at your reflection, then, silly.” He reached up and gently brushed back your hair for you – and then proceeded to fist it tightly and yank you forward, making you fall on top of him. Your hands came out and landed on his chest, as you tried to keep yourself up, with your hips hovering above his, and all the meanwhile, his cock was still inside your pussy.

Rowan kissed you – it was hard, ragged kiss that took your breath away. He even bit down on your lower lip and tugged at it with his teeth before he finally dropped back onto his pillow.

You exhaled loudly. “Ah… Rowan…”

“What are you actually all shy for? Huh? It’s too late for that. I already know all about you,” Rowan murmured, and he gave your ponytail another impatient tug. “Forget about what we look like. I’ve seen you with fucking fox ears on your head, remember? I don’t care. I never have. Because I just – All I want is to feel you, sweetheart. That’s what matters.”

With his other hand, Rowan reached down and grasped your hip firmly. You felt Rowan’s hands start to guide you, though he never pushed you onto him; he only tugged slightly to help you gain a sense of movement.

Finally, you slowly and gently started to move your hips again, taking his cock a little deeper inside your warm little pussy.

“That’s it,” Rowan encouraged you. “I prefer you like this – as yourself, with no inhibitions.”

“But I feel - ”

“- Vulnerable, I know,” Rowan finished for you. “But that’s all right. ‘Cause I’ve got you, sweetheart. That’s what I’m here for. To protect you. How many times do I have to tell you? You’re safe with me. I’m gonna keep you safe, for as long as I can.”  

“Rowan,” you murmured, touched by his words. But it was all getting a bit confusing, because even as you were having this heartfelt moment, there was  a rather distracting warmth starting to take over in your pussy. Your hips went up and down and your thighs were straining slightly as you began to move more and more – until you were bouncing on his cock.

Throughout this, Rowan held onto your hair tightly, keeping you down with him so he could kiss you even as you were starting to properly take his cock inside of yourself like a good girl. After a few minutes, your shoulders were burning with the effort of holding yourself up and you were huffing out hard breaths as you were finally taking as much of Rowan as you could inside of yourself.

“Mm,” Rowan growled, and his hips twitched under you. His cock was thick and throbbing and filled you up so, so well. You felt that you were getting drunk with Rowan, getting lost in the heat of him. That heat between your legs was because of him, that heat under your palms was because of his chest and his quickly beating heart, and that heat in your chest was from him, as he drove the breaths out of you, even without moving, because his cock was so unforgivingly thick and you were moving your hips quickly now – greedily, even – and you were working your entire body hard to have him, and you were already all out of breath – “Hah!”

You suddenly felt a hot flash between your legs. For a moment, it felt like a bright golden string was humming out a soft, yet overwhelming tune in your mind. For those few seconds, all you could think about was that overarching note – and then, with your legs and arms trembling all over, your thighs caved in and you fell back onto Rowan.

Rowan felt you cum all over his cock, and he was prepared to catch you as you collapsed on top of him. Just as he had promised, you found yourself warm and safe with him, held tightly in his arms, as you slowly came down from your climax.

“Getting all wet, my little fox girl,” Rowan groaned. For your thighs were still trembling and your pussy still squeezing, squeezing, squeezing -

“Fuck,” Rowan growled. His voice was raspy with tiredness, but you heard the way his growl pushed through that and rumbled up through his chest until it reached your ear. “Your pussy’s still so tight,” he moaned. “Gripping me like that, you’re just asking for my cum, aren’t you?” His hand snuck up to your neck. His fingers extended to wrap around your throat and he gently squeezed…

“Ah…” you breathed out. 

“You’re such a little slut,” Rowan groaned. “Mmm, I love it. I love when you’re with me like this.” He thrust sloppily into you just then.

You moaned loudly. “Uhnnn!” 

“Feels good, doesn’t it, baby? Feels good to get lost with me like this, right?” Rowan asked you, as he bit softly all down your ear. His hand slid off of your neck and down to your breasts, where he massaged your breasts roughly with his hands.

“Ah, yeah,” you panted out. 

“Yeah, it does?”

“M-Mhm. Feels s-so good and so d-deep, a-ah, ah, ah, Rowan!” 

“I want to be even deeper inside you,” Rowan growled at you, as he squeezed your breasts again.

“G-God, yes,” you begged. “Want to - Want to feel you, Rowan! Mm, yes, please!”

“Yes, baby. All right, c’mon, move for me. I’ll move for you. I’ll take you the way you need to be taken, hard and rough – treat you like a fucking slut tonight,” Rowan breathed harshly at you. While he spoke, Rowan pushed you over onto your side. Rowan followed you so that he, too, was on his side, just lying behind you.

Rowan reached down and lifted your leg while he shifted down slightly. Then, with an aggressive thrust of his hips, he was able to push into you quite deep.

A soft, pink light flooded your vision. Your tummy clenched. Your mind breathed out in a warm, wanting thought, Ohhh…

“Mmm,” Rowan moaned throatily, as he pushed his cock yet again into your wet, waiting pussy.

“Nngh!” You shut your eyes tightly as you felt yourself receiving Rowan’s hard, deep thrusts.

So rough… A part of your mind whispered. And the other part of your mind was quick to whisper back, So good! Mm!

After only a few thrusts, you lifted a trembling hand and reached behind you. Quick to notice whenever you needed him, Rowan grabbed your hand and clenched it tightly in his. 

At the same time, Rowan buried his face against your neck and kissed your neck all over before sucking hard at your neck. You heard his muffled groan and you felt his deep tones reverberate down into your own chest…

“Ah…! Hah! Ah! Ah!” You gasped loudly as you felt your entire body singing and tingling along with his. With Rowan thrusting into you so hard, you breathed when he breathed, and whenever Rowan growled, you could feel the deep rumble go through his chest and ring all down your own body, because you were pressed so tightly to him and because he wasn’t letting you part from him, not one bit. It made you feel so safe, to be taken and all wrapped up in one person like this. There was just so much of Rowan, claiming every bit of you, and you loved it.   

Yes, the Fox whispered. Let him have you, little one. He’ll fix that hole in your chest.  

However, you were slightly confused. I thought I wanted freedom more than anything else. What does it mean, though, if I’ve found someone I can be vulnerable with? What if I love that someone keeps me safe? You wondered blearily, as Rowan’s thick, hard cock kept driving into your wet cunt, What does that all… mean…? And it’s all with Rowan, all with him… Is that love…? Or is that something else?

It can be, the Fox told you. It can be love.

Can be…?

Rowan’s hand slipped down your arm and he slid his arm across you, pressing his arm against your soft breasts, as he held you. “Down,” he whispered into your ear, while he squeezed your thigh in his other hand. “Move your hips down.”

“Ah…” You let out a pleased, though exhausted moan, as you shifted down a little and jutted your hips out. You bent your leg slightly and drew it up higher, too, opening yourself up fully for Rowan. 

“Yes, just like that,” Rowan whispered. “Fuck, look at that wet little pussy. All wet and asking for cock. I’ll give it to you, love.” He took a deep breath - and then he pushed into you again. 

“Uhn!” You moaned wantingly. Your head fell back against Rowan’s shoulder. You felt your hips shift back and forth, dragging along the sheets, as Rowan fucked you hard.

“Mm,” Rowan growled back. “Such a good girl. Yes, baby… Uhn… You f-feel so g-good…” 

You loved hearing Rowan moan right into your ear. Even when he started to pound into you and you started to pant, with your chest rising and falling repeatedly, you tried to keep lying back on him, so you could hear his husky voice in your ear.

For his part, Rowan enjoyed being able to glance down and see your open, panting mouth crying out for him, as well as the flush of your cheeks getting steadily brighter. At one point, you cried out loudly and for a moment, your entire body tensed and you naturally lifted your leg higher for a second. In that moment, Rowan’s gaze swept down the line of your body and he saw the way your curve was suddenly accentuated and how your thighs trembled as you fought to keep your legs steady enough to keep taking his cock. Seeing such a lovely sight, what else could Rowan do except give you appreciative, rough bites on your shoulder – just hard enough to make you cry out even more?

Huffing out tight little breaths, you reached over and crossed your arms on top of his and you clutched onto his arms. You were trying hard to hold onto a sense of reality, while Rowan kept pushing into your tight cunt with his stiff, throbbing cock, over and over again, plugging you up all the way up to your tummy, pushing the breath out of you, and making you go all flushed and feverish as he took you both to that place of intense, heart-wrenching ecstasy. 

“G-God, that’s d-deep, Rowan – uhn!” you cried out loudly, as the pleasure once more became entirely overwhelming.

And there was Rowan again, making you blush all over and pant even harder, with the way he whispered directly into your ear, “About to cum again? You’re such a fucking slut, baby. Your pussy just adores cock. You try to deny it, but I can feel it. I can feel you.”

You shut your eyes tightly and tried to hold back your moans. You didn’t want to sound any more desperate than you already did. But it was damn near impossible, what with the rough pounding Rowan was giving you. You bit down hard on your lower lip.

But Rowan could tell anyways. “Fuck, you’re close, aren’t you?” he murmured knowingly.

You shook your head furiously, but you kept your lips pressed together tightly, not daring to make a sound.

“What are you holding back your moans for?” Rowan teased you. “Open your mouth, sweetheart. Open your fucking mouth.” He reached up and slipped his index finger between your lips, breaking apart the tight bite you had inflicted on yourself.

At once, a series of desperate, incomprehensible moans left your mouth. “U-Uhn – nngh – Mmmm, mmm!”

Rowan laughed meanly. “Ah, no wonder you held back. Now I see – you do sound like a slut.”

You clamped your mouth shut at once. But it was too late, now. Your shield had been broken. Muffled moans escaped you anyways, “Mm – ah – mm – mmmm!”

“What did I say about holding back?” Rowan muttered warningly into your ear. “It’s useless, anyways. I know how to make you let go, love.” He reached down and rubbed your clit in hard, tight circles as he kept pushing his cock inside of your wet little hole.

“Ah – a-ah – Ah!” you gasped. “Ahh!”

“That’s right. Now, cum for me,” Rowan growled, and he thrust hard.

“O-Oh!” Your mind blanked out for the second time that night.

“Cum,” Rowan repeated, snarling into your ear. “Make me feel how hard you can cum. Want to feel you all down my cock, little nymph.” He thrust his cock once more into your tight little hole.

“Hah…! Ah! A-Ah!” You arched your back dramatically and you moaned loudly, no longer caring if anyone heard you. You simply couldn’t think. How could you, when you were being ravaged like this – so mercilessly and yet so adoringly? Your pussy clamped down on Rowan’s cock again, and you came.

Rowan exhaled heavily, feeling your pussy spasm all over his cock. Loving the way you felt when you came, Rowan wouldn’t move, not one bit, so you had to cum, yet again, around his cock. It was a difficult feeling to describe – having to come so hard when you were still all filled up, right up to your tummy, with Rowan’s stiff cock. Not being able to cum freely, you actually ended up cumming harder, out of pure desperation. It took everything you had to cum, and yet, you couldn’t not cum. This was how Rowan dominated you. Because here you were, having to keep your legs wide open and having to cum heavily when your pussy couldn’t tighten as much as it wanted to.

You ended up with your pussy throbbing hotly as you came long and hard for Rowan. Rowan moaned, feeling the way your pussy kept fluttering and grasping all over his cock. It was absolutely heavenly for him, too. Yours was the tightest little pussy he’d ever been in and he savored how hard you could squeeze him. Not to mention, when you trembled so beautifully in his arms, it made Rowan feel very protective of you – and right now, you were his to have and his to hold. As much as he felt protective of you, he could reach out and hug you to him – and that was important to him.

Slowly, your cum began to trickle down your thighs and down Rowan’s cock. Rowan kissed your neck softly in thanks. He loved to feel your cum drench his cock, because it meant that he had been able to please you, his woman, and he loved feeling that sense of giving to you.

You finally toppled over, sliding off Rowan until your face hit the soft pillow next to his pillow, as you ended up lying face-down besides Rowan.

“Hah…” you breathed out pitifully. Your tummy and thighs were quivering as you slowly came down from your orgasm.

“Well,” Rowan teased you, poking you in the side, “all those moans you were trying to hold back came bursting out of you anyways, you little slut. You were so loud.”

You shook your head, with your face buried in your pillow still.

“You were,” Rowan insisted.

Annoyed, you breathed out, “Ugh, I don’t know. I was too busy…”

“Mhm, too busy cumming, weren’t you?” Rowan said, amused. As he spoke, he sat up. He placed his knees on either side of your hips so that he was hovering over you, while you were lying face-down on the bed.

Rowan ran his hands up your back. A moment later, you felt him grip your shoulders hard and you felt his strong thighs sandwich your legs. He told you in a deep, raspy voice, “We’re not done. I have to have you again.”

Oh, God, you moaned in your head, for you knew you were in for an even rougher pounding. You shivered all over with excitement, knowing that your pussy was now covered with your own cum, all wet and ready for a pounding, and also knowing that no matter how wet you got, Rowan would make you feel that intense, burning heat between your legs and all the way down into your tummy…

You reached out and grabbed the ends of the pillow in anticipation.

Rowan spread open your pert little cheeks and slowly began to push back inside of you.

You bit onto the edge of the pillow and moaned, with your eyes rolling back for a moment as you reveled over how good it felt to have Rowan inside of you like this…

“Look at that. Look at you,” Rowan whispered huskily, feeling your pussy tighten around his cock at once. “All wet and tight… Your pussy’s all ready for a proper pounding, isn’t it, sweetheart? That was all just a warm-up and now your slutty little pussy’s saying, please, please, please, right?”

You found yourself nodding in reply and stuttering out, “Y-Yeah…” 

“Yeah? Well, I’ll give you one.” Rowan murmured to you. “Hold onto that pillow tighter.”

You squeezed the ends of the pillows even harder.

“Yes, like that. Good girl.” Rowan groaned as he began to push you into a little harder and faster.

“Ah…” you gasped softly.

Rowan breathed out, “Yeah… Good – Good girl, uhn…” He started to move his hips in earnest.

“Mmmm!” you moaned long and loud. Your pussy felt so very sensitive, with how long and hard you’d been fucked already tonight, and feeling his cock delve back inside of your wet, pulsing folds made your head spin wonderfully fast.

“Shush,” Rowan reminded you. “What’s the matter with you? Being so loud tonight…”

Knowing that Rowan was teasing you, you mumbled out, “S-Sod off. It’s a-all your f-fault.”

Smirking, Rowan continued playfully, “You were the one who couldn’t sleep, baby. Anyways, you want to wake everyone up? You want everyone to know what a slut you are for me?”

Rowan leaned forward slightly to fuck you harder and his voice suddenly dropped into a much more deeper tone, as he confessed, “Though, I have to admit that I like that thought. I like the thought of everyone knowing that you’re being fucked hard by me and how you can’t help cumming for me over and over and over again…” 

Rowan’s nails dug into your shoulders as he groaned, “Oh, fuck, I’d love for people to see, mmm…” He suddenly yanked you to him, forcing you up onto your knees, even though your face was still buried in your pillow – and then he thrust hard, squeezing his entire length into your tight, gripping pussy.

“Rowan,” you gasped out. “R-Rowan! Ah!”

“Take it,” he whispered, leaning down until his hands slipped off of your shoulders onto the pillow underneath you. “Take what’s yours, sweetheart – all of it - and I’ll take what’s mine.”

While keeping his cock entirely sheathed inside of you, Rowan rolled his hips fervently against you. “My pussy,” he moaned wantingly. “Mine, mine, mine.” He heaved out a hard breath and promised you fervently, “Gonna make you cum, sweetheart.” 

You bleated out a pitiful little “you already h-have - uhn!” and you gripped the pillow as hard as you could – until your legs gave out and you collapsed entirely onto the bed, sinking into the mattress. 

Rowan laughed meanly. “Are you tired?” he teased you, as he waited for you to get your breath back at least a little before he continued. “Is it hard for my little slut to get what she wants, hm? Can’t take a little pounding, but she wants to cum, am I right?” 

Rather nonsensically, you reached down and ran your hands all over your thighs and tummy, trying very hard to calm yourself. It was as if you had to remind yourself that your body was yours, because it was buzzing all over and so very feverish from taking Rowan that you almost felt like your body wasn’t yours anymore.”

“You poor little thing,” Rowan whispered, but his voice slipped into being gentle. “All flushed and feverish… Can’t even take what’s hers.” He reached down, slipping his hand between your cheek and the pillow. He grasped your face rather roughly as he made you turn your head to look back at him, but then he gave you a soft, lingering kiss – and you swore that he gave you your breath back. With his lips grazing yours softly, Rowan whispered in a fervent voice, “Did you hear me? I said I’m yours, sweetheart.”

You let out a sigh of wonderful relief and then – you gently pushed your quivering hips back at Rowan, wanting to continue this strange, heated night with him. 

Mine. Rowan said he’s mine. Why does that make me so happy?

Inside of your soul, the Fox hummed an ancient song, a golden song, to help bind the two of you together.

Rowan smiled fondly at you. “You still want more, sweetheart? I know that Fox inside of you does. I can feel her energy through you.”

You nodded, panting hard and giving a half-dazed gaze that Rowan found to be unexpectedly alluring on you.

“All right, baby. You lie down,” Rowan said, while caressing your cheek. “You did so well tonight already. Watching you bounce on my cock like that… Mm, you were so pretty love. Now, let me do my part. You just lie there and keep those thighs of yours spread open, all right? You said you were good at that, mind.”

You nodded dutifully and spread your legs further apart, hoping that Rowan would live up to his promise and give you a good, hard, and rough fucking. And he did.

Rowan grabbed your hips and then thrust into your pussy over and over again, until you were a blubbering, weeping mess. Rowan ended up leaving handprints on your hips from gripping you so hard and keeping you in place as he gave you an absolutely brutal pounding. He honestly made you see stars float by. You lost all sense of being anchored to reality, and the only thing you were anchored to was Rowan – and that soft, little pillow he’d told you to clutch onto. And you did, you did clutch onto it with all of your might, as Rowan lived up to his promise (as he always did) and gave you the intense heat and pleasure you were seeking.

Finally, when Rowan had cum in you – with a deep, heavy growl and a hard thrust that made you positively yelp - and filled your pussy up with a soft, hot, white cream, you managed to pull Rowan back down onto the bed with you, and you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him as hard as you could as you panted and cried your little heart out for want of help in taking all the heat and pleasure he was giving you.

“Ah!” you gasped desperately, right into his ear. “Ah! Ah! Ah!”

Rowan moaned as he kept himself deep inside of you and painted your warm, velvety pussy walls with cum. He absolutely made you his woman that night, and he loved how you clutched onto him and begged for him with your moans as he did so.

For his part, Rowan was incredibly patient with you, soothing you by running his large, warm hands all down your back and through your hair to bring you back down to earth with him. When he began to shift away from you, you hurriedly locked your legs around his hips, and so, he stayed with you.

Once you seemed more yourself, though, Rowan couldn’t help but tease you a bit at how flushed and dazed you looked. He chuckled as he tugged sharply at your hair and whispered to you, in a mean, raspy voice, “God, you look so stupid. What’re you looking so lost for, huh? Silly. You’re right where you need to be. In bed with me.” But the next moment, he broke and laughed warmly as he rolled over, only to pull you into his arms and drape the blankets over you, to keep you warm.

Just before you fell asleep, Rowan whispered victoriously in your ear, “By the way, you do snore.”

You took a minute to try to scowl, but you felt so tired that you ultimately gave up and, much to Rowan’s delight, you settled for sleeping happily in Rowan’s warm arms.

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Years later, you would remember a little piece of that night. You would recall how, over an hour later, you were blearily blinking your eyes, as both of you lay on the bed together, totally exhausted, and you found yourself staring at your own hands, curled up inside of Rowan’s much bigger hands. He was holding your hands so tightly in his. It made you pause and think… and it made you feel closer to him… and it made you recognize his powerful warmth and loyalty to you… You turned your head, then, and kissed the inside crook of his elbow, before you snuggled up to his side and fell asleep with your head resting on his shoulder. The scent of whiskey was all but gone now, but a little bit of that cinnamon burn, that wasn’t the whiskey at all, actually, but was Rowan and his sunfire spirit, stayed with you, and kept the mythical frost of the Nine-Tailed Fox in your soul at bay.

Within your soul, the Fox felt a bit of melancholy hope – because it seemed that there was now a possibility that Rowan might save you and in doing so, the Fox would lose her long, enchanted life. The Fox softly wrapped herself in her tails and closed her silver, sharp eyes, wondering how many more nights of sleep she had left before she passed from this world to the next.

But it’s not certain yet, the Fox realized, as she felt a cold breeze still slipping through the cracks of the barely mended hollow in your heart. No, not just yet.

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PLS I REALLY NEED sirius x hestia being a cute couple in hogwarts. him calling her doll🥺🩷

hi honey, thank you so much, i really missed write about them <3

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''Ew, Prongs won't stop kissing Red,'' Sirius said, helping himself to more pumpkin juice and some bagels and butter, feeling hungrier than usual but trying to keep his composure so no one would notice that something was wrong. 

''Stop being jealous,'' Marlene snapped, eating a piece of cake. "It's their anniversary, you know how they are with dates and all that nonsense." She shrugged, rolling her eyes when Sirius stifled a chuckle.

James, who had been too busy with Lily's mouth before to tell him to fuck off, held up his middle finger and smiled at his best friend, lips slightly reddened. Lily, for her part, just ignored Sirius' existence and helped herself to tea and pumpkin rolls with white cheese and tomatoes, as if nothing had happened in the last five minutes.

''So you're not going with me to see Khalid goes through trying to ask Julian out, are you?'' He'd been waiting all week for this, heard rumors that Khalid had even bought new robes to talk to the girl— who was known for always saying no in the most humiliating ways you could even imagine. Sirius had convinced Remus to go with him, Peter would be in class when that horror show took place, but James was free, he knew that because they had the same schedule.

''No, I have more important things to do.'' His friend shrugged, and by that, Sirius understood that they were forbidden to go up to the dorm during that time. Great, now on top of that, he couldn't even go back to his own room.

Granted, they knew great noise suppression and privacy spells, but it still felt strange to think of James and Lily doing who knows what next to him while he was just reading a magazine about muggle motorbikes.

''Sirius, don't you have anything better to do than snoop around in people's lives?'' Marlene questioned him, and Sirius thought he could tell that he indeed had more important things, but for that, he needed a second someone who would be in a very boring herbology class that he didn't take, and that she didn't want to miss. What was he going to do?

‘’Where were you last night, by the way? I looked everywhere for you but you disappeared,'' Remus, who was quite willing to eat as much as he could – he always got hungry when the full moon was approaching – asked him curiously, sticking a piece of croissant in his mouth in an unpolite manner, which only a wolf's instincts would make him do.

''Walking,'' Sirius shrugged. ''I went to send my letters and also talk to McGonagall about the last assignment I turned in,'' He did indeed, but not only that, but the next two hours after these two tasks he was willing to keep to himself and only share with friends after his companion has agreed to speak. He didn't think Hestia hadn't already blurted out to Lily or Marlene where she went every night, but he wasn't going to speak before her.

Not that he minded, frankly, he'd wear a collar with her name on it like an obedient dog, but Sirius was respecting her time.

''Hm, I see,'' Lily looked at him suspiciously, for the first time that morning. ''Oh, good morning Hes.''

Sirius tried to keep his head from spinning like an animal looking for his toy, and he did well in the mission, just smiling at her like an old friend, and not someone who every night hugged the pillow thinking it was her warm body.

''Good morning,'' She smiled and waved at them, taking the vacant seat next to Sirius. Her scent did things to him that even if Sirius spent hours trying to describe it he couldn't succeed, it was as if the scent overtook his lungs and was food for the butterflies in his stomach that were already awake and making a fuss behind his ribs.

Breakfast went on as it always did, side conversations and Sirius making sure Lily blushed as many times as possible at his sly jokes, as well as letting her curse back at him so he would pretend he was mad at her, just for them to stay in that cold war that was the usual.

As everyone was getting up to go to their classes, Sirius rested his hand on Hestia's thigh under the table, he and James had another fifteen minutes before class, and he knew that Hestia had the first free period, which was the same as from Remus and Peter. The two went to the library to look for a book that he didn't understand what it was, and James took Lily somewhere with the promise to revise the routes they would take later.

"Want to lie down for a while before my class, doll?" He whispered, almost speaking out of legilimency, not wanting anyone to disturb them.

''Sure,'' She smiled, in that extremely cute and adorable way that made Sirius want to run screaming through the halls like the madman he was and already felt. He didn't usually go back to the dorm after he got out of bed, but now he had created this routine with Hestia because it was, oddly enough, the most secluded place he could find during class time.

James made it very clear when he wanted to go back to their dorm, so Sirius knew the times, and Peter and Remus hardly ever came back before the class break the four of them had after three o'clock, so in the morning he was free to stay with Hestia for a while there.

''You're pretty, doll.'' He kissed her cheek as soon as they were walking up the stairs to the dorm, no one else around.

‘’I know,’’ She shrugged, but he noticed the cute way she smiled and blushed briefly. When they got to his bedroom, blissfully empty and messy as they left it, Sirius watched as she kicked off her shoes and lay down on his bed, in the routine way as if they were just like Lily and James, and it took a lot of self-control not to daydream about them actually being like their friends, kissing and publicly being a couple with no shame in the comments or stares.

Sirius lay beside her, his arm under her head, feeling her curly hair caressing his skin, the two of them turned to face each other, her small body fitting perfectly against his, her legs on top of his, and their noses almost touching.

It wasn't long before she reached over and kissed him, her soft mouth doing things to Sirius that made him feel back to being thirteen and getting hard just at the thought of a woman next to him. It was like being in heaven, nothing got in their way and while she was there, lying next to him, the world was perfect in a way that even he couldn't explain.

It was the best fifteen minutes of his life, for sure.

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[green-ajah-aes-sedai]

Sirius Black III x Hestia Jones

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Blackinnon timeline

Marlene and Sirius pretending to date so nobody bothers the other anymore

Sirius knowing Marlene’s icks and avoids doing them

Sirius and Marlene accidentally ruining their friendship by shagging

Sirius and Marlene continue to ruin their friendship by shagging

Lily and the Marauders now know of ‘Blackinnon s’ bootycall moments

James yelling at Sirius because he’s scared something will go wrong and Sirius will hurt Marlene

Sirius yelling back that he would never hurt Marlene

Sirius and Marlene giggling along the lake after a shag session

Sirius and Marlene kissing when the other leaves/comes into a room

Sirius scared as shit

Marlene excited as fuck

Marlene asking Sirius on a date with a rose and he dramatically accepts

Marlene and Sirius MARRIED with 3 kids and their adoptive son remus living with them

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[pufflezy]

Authors Note: Everything you recognize is from the Harry Potter series.

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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: Betrayal

Lily's POV:

"We're gonna kick Hufflepuff's arse today boys!" Marlene yells as we walk down to the great hall for breakfast.

"Fuck ya, we are!" Sirius responds, putting his arm around her.

James laughs, "As long as I've got my lucky charm, we'll win. No doubt." He says as he shows off the witch pin I got him for Christmas clipped to his quidditch uniform next to the Gryffindor patch.

"Your lucky charm?" I laugh.

"Lily-Flower, he truly has not missed a goal in a practice since he started wearing that thing!" Sirius says, eyes wide with a chuckle. "Must be muggle magic."

I laugh, "Well you better prove it to me today then, Potter."

"I will, love," He smirks while putting his arm around me. "Don't you worry." Earning a fake gagging noise from Peter and Sirius.

We get to the great hall and see students wearing mainly yellow or red to support their house of choice in todays game. A very important game at that, because if Gryffindor wins, they play their final game against Ravenclaw in a couple weeks and have a fair chance at winning the cup. But if Hufflepuff wins, we'll miss out on points that Ravenclaw will gain in their next game, meaning that they will have an advantage in points for our final match.

We walk over to our usual spot and sit down. James coming to sit next to me. Quite close to me actually. Our legs are touching and he runs his hand through his hair before casually placing it on my thigh with a slight squeeze, using his other hand to pick up his fork and begin eating. I shutter slightly at his touch and smile.

"Good luck on the game today!" A couple young Gryffindor's smile as they walk past.

James smiles with a wave, "Thanks, guys."

"So, Peter. How's the girlfrienddd?" Marlene teases.

Peter smiles with a light bush across his cheeks, "She's great."

"I can't believe you actually made out with her in the middle of the common room!" Sirius laughs.

"I can't either!" He laughs as well. "But I guess it worked well for me cause now we're dating."

"Ugh, so much love in the air." Hestia says with a smile, looking over at James and I.

I smile and look at James who has a grin on his face. "Speaking of which," He starts. "I have something for you."

"You have something for me?" I ask, curiously.

"Yes." He smiles, as he turn and un zips his bag pulling out a Gryffindor jersey. "It's my jersey from fifth year. Should fit you well."

I laugh, taking the red jersey with 'Potter' sewn in gold on the back. "You want me to wear this?"

"Very much so." He smirks.

"What, you don't like what I'm wearing right now?" I say, fake offended.

He looks me up and down, biting his lip ever so slightly and stopping for a moment on my chest that is quite visible in this tight Gryffindor sweater, "No, I love what you're wearing right now. But I have to make sure everyone knows you're mine, love."

I blush slightly with a smile as he leans down to kiss me. Keeping his hand on my thigh, squeezing again and bringing his other hand up to my neck to bring me closer as he moves his mouth against mine. I hear a groan from one of our friends come from across the table, making me smile into the kiss and then I get hit on the side of my head by a piece of toast. Another falling closely behind.

I turn and look at Sirius who is about to throw another, "Would you stop?"

"Would you?" He laughs.

James chuckles, "Fine, fine." He says as he turns back to his plate.

A few minutes go by and I hear a cough meant to get our attention from behind me. I turn and see Dumbledore, standing behind James and I with a smile. "Hello, Sir." I smile.

"Hello, Ms. Evans, Mr. Potter. I hope I'm not being too much of a bother during your breakfast but I wanted to have a word with you."

"Of course, Sir. Would you like us to come to your office?" James ask.

"No, no. Not a formal matter. If you don't mind, we can discuss it quickly right hear."

"Sure, Professor." I smile.

Dumbledore smiles down at us, "Well, it has come to my attention that you two are something of an item. Now, normally Head Boy and Girl are forbidden from dating." I widen my eyes and glance as James who also has a worried look on his face. Dumbledore laughs, "But... I'm going to allow it, just this once. Only because I think you two are quite cute together."

I sign in relief and chuckle at his reasoning, "Thank you, sir."

"And good luck on todays game," He says with a smile. Lowering his voice so only us and our friends can hear as he continues, "I know I shouldn't, but I hope you win. Can't help but be bias for your own house, now can you?" He winks and walks away.

I put James' jersey on over my head as we walk down to the Quidditch pitch as a group. Hundreds of other people filing in and people patting James, Sirius, and Marlene on the back, wishing them good luck as they walk past.

"Make us proud out there!" Remus smiles when we get to the opening to the pitch where we have to go into the stands to find seats.

"We will! We're gonna kick some badger butt!" Sirius laughs.

I kiss each of them on the cheek, whispering good luck to James and making my way into the stands with Remus, Peter, Hestia, and Alice.

"Make room! Girlfriend of the captain here!" Hestia yells with her arm over my head pointing down at me. I laugh and smack her arm down.

We finally find a seat after about 5 minutes of pushing past loud, excited kids going all out in their Gryffindor gear.

The game is about an hour long. Not the longest I've ever been to but not the shortest either. When the Gryffindor seeker catches the snitch, cheers irrupt from the stands. Even coming from some of the people in yellow. We start making our way onto the field to congratulate the team like we do after every game. When I catch sight of James, I run over to him and throw my arms around his neck as he picks me up with a spin,

"I guess it really is your lucky charm then, huh?" I smile.

"It sure is." He returns the smile and kisses me before setting me down and hugging Sirius.

We make our way back into the castle to cool off and celebrate in the Gryffindor common room. As we walk down the hall, I see Severus around a corner and when he sees me he stands up straighter, "Lily!" he yells.

I turn to my friends and smile before turning into the hallway that Severus is in, walking a few more feet until I reach him, "What?" I say slightly annoyed, knowing that he's about to ruin my good mood.

"What's gotten into you?" He says, angrily.

I furrow my eyebrows at him, "Excuse me?"

"You betrayed me." He answers in a way that seems like I should know what he's referring to.

I stare for a moment, trying to comprehend how anyone could look at our relationship and say that I am the one who did the betraying, "I betrayed you?!"

"Yes!" He yells, "It was bad enough that you became friends with them, but now you're actually dating James Potter?!"

"So what if I am?" I ask, anger building in my chest at his nerve.

"It's betrayal!"

"That's rich coming from you." I scoff.

"Before me, you didn't even know who you were!" He yells, "I taught you everything! I made you who you are!"

I glare at him, "This is my life, Severus. Not yours. Mine! The only way you made me who I am is by screwing me over so bad!"

"I didn't screw you over, Lily. Don't be dramatic." He responds.

I laugh at his arrogance, "You told me that it didn't matter that my parents were muggles! You said it didn't matter and that no one would care!" I say, my voice getting louder with each sentence. "And then we get here and everyone fucking hated me because of it! And then you bloody well joined them! And now, my parents are dead. Don't act like I did the betraying in our relationship!"

"You're dating James Potter!" He yells.

"And you're friends with the people who want to kill me! I'm pretty positive that's worse!" He stares at me, anger evident on his face as I'm sure it is on mine as well. I feel so angry that he could even accuse me of being the reason for our friendship ending and being seemingly un-fixable. "Fuck you." I say, quietly, shaking my head. "Fuck you, Severus!"

"You ok, Lily?" I hear Remus ask behind me. I turn to see that they're all still standing there waiting for me, a couple nosy bystanders with them as well.

"Ya," I look back at Severus. "I'm fine." I turn and walk towards James, grabbing his face and pulling him down into a kiss. He, of course, immediately grabs my waist and leans into it. I pull away and turn my head to glare at Severus, who is still watching, before I turn back towards my friends and start walking away.

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James' POV:

I turn and look at Sirius, who shrugs and we all turn to catch up with Lily who was now storming up the stairs, "You ok, love?" I ask.

"Yup. I'm fine." She replies, dryly.

We continue up a few more steps, "You sure?"

"Yes." She answers, still walking up the stairs at the same speed.

"Can I ask where we're going?" Peter says.

"I'm going to lay down. I don't know where you guys are going." She answers.

"Oh, ok." I slow down. "We'll see you later then?" I ask as she continues to walk on in front of me.

"Yup." She replies.

We stop and watch as she continues up the stairs, "Did I do something wrong that I'm forgetting about?" I ask.

"No." Marlene laughs. "She just gets like this sometimes. Specifically after talking to Severus."

"Ya, when she's upset she just needs a bit of time to herself to process her feelings before she talks about it." Alice adds.

"Oh, ok." I reply, nodding.

Hestia laughs, "Shouldn't you know this? You're the boyfriend."

"I'm new on the job." I laugh.

The girls decide to head up to their dorm to relax for a bit before dinner. And the guys and I decide to take a walk around the castle. We come to the end of a corridor where there is a big window with pillars on either side. I lean against one of the pillars and smile, "Wanna cig?" I ask, grabbing the pack of cigarettes' out of my back pocket.

"You had those the whole time?" Sirius ask, shocked.

I nod. "Git." Remus laughs, taking one from me.

Peter does a quick check up the hall to make sure no Professors are coming and then lights his. Blowing the smoke out the open window.

"So how's it going with Ol' Lily-Flower, mate?" Sirius asks. "Shag yet?"

I laugh, "No. Things are good though." I say, grinning.

"I hate how giddy you are. It's sickening." Peter jokes.

I smile at him, "Did you end up finding that portkey spell, Remus?"

"Ya. Its quite difficult though. We've been practicing in the dorm." Remus answers.

I gasp, "Without me?" I place my hand on my chest, mouth still hung open.

"Oh, shite! My deepest apologies, James! Please. Please forgive us for our sins!" Sirius pleads, jokingly bowing down in front of me over and over. Taking drags of his smoke in between them.

I laugh and smack his head before turning when I hear footsteps coming up the corridor. But we can't put our smokes out in time before Professor McGonagall sees them, "Enjoying ourselves, our we?" She asks, crossing her arms.

"Yes, we certainly are, Minnie." Sirius smiles with a nod.

She shakes her head, "I will see you four in detention tomorrow afternoon."

"Yes, Minnie." I reply, causing her to turn back and glare at me, despite having a slight grin on her face at our shenanigan's.

"I better not catch you with those again." She replies.

"You won't. We'll keep a better eye out next time!" Peter smiles, and we laugh. She shakes her head and walks away.

"You boys better invite me over next time you're practicing that spell!" I say.

"We will, Prongsy!" Sirius smiles. "As long as you're not too busy with Evans."

"I could never be too busy for you guys!" I smile. "Unless of course she's naked. Then you guys can sod off."

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Chapter 18 up now!

#harry potter headcanon #harry potter marauders #harry potter fanfiction #marauders fanfiction #marauders era #jily fluff #jily #jily fanfiction #james x lily #james potter #lily evans #sirius black #sirius x remus #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #marlene mckinnon #alice prewett #hestia jones #7th year #hogwarts #quidditch

[medalloway-blog]

On spot now (five)

Six Deaths by moonshine623 | Oneshots compillation | Jily - Wolfstar - Dorlene | Marlene, Dorcas, Lily, James, Sirius, and Remus' deaths. What happened after.And what happened when they all were able to meet again.

Only One Who Know by sweeetbabe | Oneshot | Sirius Black x Hestia Jones |  Sirius feels guilty after that Halloween that almost caused him to lose his friends and godson, and on the same night, to have lost two other friends - one who betrayed them, and another who believes it is better to stay away. But Hestia is there to prove to him that he is wrong, or at least try.

Round and Round (Part 1, Part 2 and Part 3) by @anxiousblanketqueen | Complete (3 parts) | Charlie Weasley x Reader | A smutty fic with Charlie Weasley. 

Firewhiskey and Butterbeer by @spxllcxstxr | Complete (2 parts) | Sirius Black x Reader | Hogsmeade date with Sirius Black. 

Daughter of the Exiled by @darkpsyche | Ongoing | Charlie Weasley x Odessa Tonks | I am quite curious about this one, the OC character, Odessa Tonks is Alphard Black’s daughter and was raised by Andromeda and Ted Tonks. 

Betrothed by @moonyblackwerewolf | Ongoing | Sirius Black x Reader |  Sirius and Y/N meet at a family dinner and have some fun, later she finds out she is betrothed to some pureblood boy so Sirius comes up with a mental idea to save them both.

#masterlists #on spot now #fanfiction #sirius black x reader #sirius black x fem!reader #sirius black x y/n #charlie weasley #charlie weasley x reader #tedromeda #tedromeda fanfiction #marauders fanfiction #marauders #marauders era #pre marauders era #hestia jones #sirius black x hestia jones #jily #jily fanfiction #wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #dorlene fanfiction #dorlene #dorcas meadowes #marlene mckinnon

[screennamealreadyused]

Solar Eclipse

Hello! My name is Kairi and I like writing and Remus Lupin. 

I’m writing a story that I shall post it here!

The "real story" doesn't start until chapter 5. The first 4 & 1/2 chapters serve as backstory for the audience to understand how we've gotten to the point of the main story. These chapters will go through their first 4 years at Hogwarts (and before Dahlia meets anyone) and establish the relationships in the story. 

The plot goes officially from their 5th year until Halloween of 1981 when James and Lily die. However, there are plans for a sequel eventually, maybe, probably!

However, I would like to clarify that while there are easter eggs and references to other fandoms and such, I can promise that for most of them, the timelines won't line up. For example, Sam and Dean Winchester from Supernatural are referenced and at one point make a brief appearance, and Dean isn't born until January of 1979. Therefore, I have to ask you to bear with me as easter eggs are where everything might get a tad wonky. What’s written here is cross posted onto Wattpad (x)

#remus x reader #remus lupin x oc #marauders era fic #jily #blackinnon #peter pettigrew #sirius black #james potter #lily evans #marlene mckinnon #mary macdonald #hestia jones #emmaline vance #remus lupin #harry potter #hp fanfic #alice fortescue #frank longbottom #and no one was there #hp

[queenpadfootandprongs]

Spring 1977 - snuck out of hogwarts to see muggle movie.

Alice, James, Marlene, Dorcas and Sirius. Lily and the rest we’re geting the popcorn and drinks. Taken by Mary

#dorcas meadowes #james potter #lily evans #marauders era #marlene mckinnon #sirius black #blackinnon #frank longbottom #hogwarts #jily #alice longbottom #peter pettigrew #remus lupin #movie #muggle #the marauders #marauderera scrapbook #hestia jones #mary mcdonald #sirius x marlene #dumbeldore #minerva mcgonagall #love #youth #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #mischief #harry potter #pureblood #photography #summer

[mirrorbaii7]

this screams sirius x hestia😭💖💖💖. @sweeethinny write about this if you want