iwantedtoforgetyou

[iwantedtoforgetyou]

Locker Room, Draco Malfoy

Warnings: Pure, filthy smut. That’s it.

Word Count: Literally don’t know. I wrote this in a haze.

Note: Have fun reading. ;)

The field was alive with noise, echoing with the voices of the crowd that filled the air, causing the stadium seats to shake with their movements. Even as you walked the hallways afterward, the sound still lingered in your ears, gradually forming into a headache. 

You brushed a hand across your face, swiftly navigating a corner in the hallway. The route to the locker room felt instinctual, ingrained beneath your skin. 

You were confident you could find it even with your eyes shut.

The headache only appeared to intensify as a group of Gryffindor boys passed by in their crimson attire. Their wide smiles stretched from ear to ear, their hair slick with sweat.

"Fucking finally," one of them exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. "Draco deserved that!"

Another boy vigorously nodded, chewing on something as he spoke. "He's a prick," he muttered between bites.

You held back a remark, brushing past them. Their gazes followed you, but no one dared to speak.

They understood better than to.

Continuing forward, you kept biting at the inside of your mouth, dragging the sensitive skin between your teeth. Gryffindor had won.

And Slytherin had lost.

The locker room door swung open, and Marcus emerged. His hair was curled at the ends from sweat, his face flushed beet red.

He cautiously approached, tilting his head down to address you, his eyes scanning the hallways but never meeting yours directly.

"He's furious," Marcus said, licking his lips dry. Even from a distance, it would be hard to tell you were conversing, and you knew Marcus did that deliberately. "He's really, really pissed."

You let out a sharp breath, glancing up at him, but he still avoided your gaze.

"I know," was all you managed before walking away, the locker room door creaking open, its sound reverberating through the empty space, aggravating your headache.

"Draco?" you called out as you stepped further into the room. Rounding a row of lockers, you leaned against them, noticing him standing in front of a sink.

"Draco," you repeated, this time more softly. His shoulders tensed; his frustration palpable.

He turned on the faucet, and rushing water escaped as he leaned down, cupping handfuls and splashing it onto his face. You watched him closely.

Water beaded at the ends of his hair, clinging to his forehead as he straightened up. His face bore a light shade of pink, a hue he only acquired from the cold.

Inhaling deeply, you approached him, reaching for a towel. Gently, you began patting at the damp skin of his face, his gaze meeting yours.

"Why are you doing this?" he asked, his voice thick with emotion.

You leaned back slightly, meeting his gaze fully. "Do you want me to stop?" you countered, holding the towel away from his face.

For a moment, you both remained like that, locking eyes, searching for something within each other.

Eventually, he spoke.

"They're bloody cheaters," he muttered, his jaw clenching with each word. You tilted your head, narrowing your eyes at him.

He stood up straight, gazing down at you, his eyes filled with intensity. "You reckon they actually won?" he challenged.

Leaning in closer, his voice barely a whisper in your ear, he added, "Over me?"

You swallowed. Hard.

"Draco," you began, but the touch of his hand at the hem of your shirt made you falter. "Draco."

He leaned back, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "What?"

You ran your tongue over your teeth. "You know what. There are still people outside."

He shrugged, his fingers creeping higher beneath your shirt, their chill contrasting with your skin. "Outside," he said, as if to reassure.

Your chest rose and fell quickly, your eyes scanning his face. “Draco—”

His hands ascended higher, sending a shiver down your spine, leaving your mouth slightly agape. Draco's gaze lingered on your lips, intensifying.

"Y/N," he murmured, his voice husky and pleading, nearly bringing you to your knees.

Without hesitation, your lips collided with his, a fervent and fiery kiss. The flavor of mint danced between your mouths as his tongue intertwined with yours.

His fingers pressed into the flesh above your hips, pulling you nearer. A gentle gasp slipped past your lips as his hold intensified.

“Fuck," he muttered, deftly guiding you until your back met the sink. His hands traveled upwards, caressing the soft warmth of your breasts.

You threaded your fingers through his hair, tugging at it lightly. Unexpectedly, a low groan escaped him, prompting you to pull harder, the sound igniting a frenzy within you.

"This is wrong,” you murmured your disapproval amidst fervent kisses, feeling the strain on your lips. Draco held you close, his touch firm.

"Terribly wrong," he murmured, planting kisses along your neck, nibbling gently. Tilting your head, you granted him easier access.

A soft moan escaped you, your grip tightening in his hair. Warmth pooled in your stomach as Draco's kisses left a sloppy trail on your skin.

You pulled at his hair, guiding his head back slightly. His lips were parted, a deep shade of red.

A smirk played on his face. "Enjoying the view?" he teased, his hands tracing your curves, venturing lower.

You nodded, breathless.

His fingers traced the edge of your trousers, his gaze fixed on your face. "Speak, Y/N," he whispered, his voice husky.

"I need your words."

You hesitated as his hands slid beneath your pants, his touch sending warmth through you.

He smirked, tilting his head. "What's the matter?"

You exhaled slowly, your breath shaky. "Nothing," you breathed, a light smile gracing your lips. "Absolutely nothing," you added, drawing his face closer and sealing the gap with another kiss.

This one was tender, cautious. Draco took his time, his tongue exploring your mouth.

His hands remained just below the waistband, keeping you against the sink. You yearned for his touch to go lower.

Gradually, the kiss grew more passionate. Draco captured your bottom lip between his teeth, sucking gently.

You released his hair, capturing his hand in yours. As you guided his hand downward, the kiss intensified. His fingers brushed against the fabric of your underwear, eliciting a moan from you.

"Fuck, Y/N," he murmured before deepening the kiss. His fingers began to move slowly against the material, igniting sensations that made you gasp with pleasure.

His pace accelerated, eliciting a moan from you as he deepened the kiss. Another moan escaped and suddenly, he withdrew, swiftly turning you around and pressing you against the sink, your back against facing him.

As you gazed at him in the mirror, mouth slightly parted, he hovered over you. His disheveled hair fell over his forehead, cheeks flushed.

Gently, he brushed your hair aside, his touch sending shivers down your spine. Feeling his hips against yours made you moan involuntarily.

Smirking at your reflection, he grasped your shoulders and guided you upwards. Your lips met again eagerly, the heat between you fueling your passion.

His hand ventured lower, slipping beneath your pants and moving your underwear aside. Breaking the kiss, you watched in the mirror as his fingers began to explore.

A soft moan escaped you as he entered you, instinctively pushing back against him, craving more.

In the mirror, you saw him watch you squirm, his mouth slightly open as his fingers worked effortlessly. Adding another finger, he relished in the sight of your head falling back against his chest, a smirk forming on his lips.

You exhaled slowly. "I need—" Another moan slipped out as he added another finger.

"What do you need?" He teased, his thumb tracing circles on your clit, making your knees tremble.

"I need you," you breathed heavily, pressing against him. His laughter tickled your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

He kissed you once more before withdrawing his hand and guiding you back against the sink.

Your gaze remained fixed on him as he slowly removed your pants, letting them fall to the floor. His hands caressed the curves of your backside, his touch electric against your skin.

"I'd say I've won either way," he remarked, meeting your eyes in the mirror, a smirk playing on his lips.

You smiled softly, your mouth going dry as you watched him undo his pants, the sound echoing in the locker room.

A surge of warmth rushed between your legs as you tightened them, watching him discard his boxers, exposing himself fully.

His body pressed against yours, a smirk playing on his lips as he held the wrapped item in his mouth, gazing at you.

Your mouth fell open wider at his touch, his hands trailing along the edge of your underwear. He teased the fabric, snapping it lightly against your skin.

Gradually, your skin flushed red as he gingerly removed your underwear, letting it fall beside your pants. His eyes darkened at the sight.

"You're so wet," he murmured, tracing a finger down your core. "All for me."

You moaned in response, your legs trembling with anticipation. Wetting your lips, you heard the sound of the wrapper being opened echo in the room.

Draco slid it on, discarding the wrapper to the side. Aligning your hips, his touch sent electric pulses through you.

"Are you going to take me like a good girl?" he inquired, placing his hand on the small of your back, smirking at your reflection in the mirror.

The warmth intensified between your legs as you responded breathlessly, "Always." With that, Draco pushed into you, the sensation causing you to shift against the sink.

A loud gasp escaped you as your hands gripped the sink's edge. Draco began to move, his mouth agape as he watched your reflection. Moans filled the air, heat enveloping both of you.

"Fuck," Draco uttered in a heavy breath, picking up the pace. "Y/N," he gasped, his hands guiding your hips, intensifying the connection between you.

You raised your head, observing him through the mirror. His mouth hung open as he entered you, his breathing erratic. It was a sight unlike any you had witnessed before.

His hands grasped your shoulders, lifting you upright from the sink. He continued his movements inside you, brushing aside your hair to gaze into your eyes.

Leaning in, you kissed him passionately as your bodies moved in harmony, the sound of your union filling the quiet space.

Your stomach tightened with pleasure, and you moaned into his mouth. "I'm close," you whispered between kisses, your breath fast.

Draco quickened his pace, pressing your shoulders down. "Cum for me," he urged in a shaky voice, kissing you. "Do it for me, baby."

With his words, the sensation overwhelmed you, and you released, the ecstasy coursing through your body. Your head fell back against his chest, your skin glistening with sweat.

Draco continued his movements at a slower pace, his cheeks flushed and his hair disheveled.

You remained intertwined, neither of you eager to move. Unsure if you even could.

Gradually, Draco withdrew, holding you by the waist. You smiled at his tousled appearance in the mirror.

He noticed your expression and smirked. "What?"

Turning around slowly, your legs feeling weak, you ran a hand through his hair, pulling him closer.

"Nothing," you replied, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on his lips. His hands immediately found your hips, supporting you.

"I could go again," he mumbled against your lips, and you laughed, kissing him with renewed fervor.

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[iwantedtoforgetyou]

A VARIETY OF HARRY POTTER BOY IMAGINES

Love Confessions (silent, angry, etc)

Harry James Potter

It was a quarter past six, and the sun timidly emerged on the horizon.

You and Harry had quietly snuck out early, donning scarves around your necks and stolen hot chocolate from the great room.

Visible puffs of breath hung in the air as the two of you strolled through the courtyard.

"My glasses are fogging up," Harry half-laughed, a lopsided grin gracing his face—the kind of look you could never tire of.

"Here," you handed him your mug, deftly removing his glasses and wiping them with the sleeve of your sweater.

His gaze softened as he observed you, his chest aching for reasons beyond the cold.

A soft smile played on your lips as you returned the cleared glasses to his face.

"Perfect," you said, grinning.

Ronald Bilius Weasley

The fireplace crackled, releasing a puff of smoke into the room.

Having returned from a chilly afternoon in Hogsmeade, you and Ron opted to cozy up in front of the fireplace.

A chess board occupied the space between you, accompanied by the treats acquired in Hogsmeade casually strewn to the side.

"Checkmate," Ron declared, a smirk playing on his lips as he unwrapped a chocolate candy.

You playfully rolled your eyes, grabbing the candy from his hands. "I let you win."

He laughed. "Sure you did."

You shrugged, popping the candy into your mouth. Without a second thought, Ron reached across the chessboard, wiping the corner of your mouth.

"You're a mess," he half-laughed, and you looked away, cheeks aching from smiling.

Draco Lucius Malfoy

The air hung heavy and still, as if the slightest sound could shatter the silence.

Draco sat on the staircase, his head buried in his hands, a level of distress you'd never witnessed in him before.

"Why is this so hard?" you questioned, running your hands through your hair before letting them rest at the base of your neck.

"Because," he began, drawing out the word, his voice low and uncertain. Abruptly, he lifted his head and stood up.

"What are you—"

"Shut up," he interrupted, stepping closer, his hands grasping either side of your face.

Your mouths collided, breaths melding into a heated mess.

He pulled away for a moment, smirking against your lips. "Because of this."

Cedric Diggory

The field resounded with noise.

Cheers erupted, the stands quivered, and your heart thudded against your ribcage.

The Hufflepuff had secured their first Quidditch victory, and yet, your thoughts centered on a particular brunette seeker.

You joined the rush onto the field, and amidst the celebration, it didn't take long to spot Cedric in the midst of the crowd, holding a towering golden trophy.

Eagerly, you sprinted toward him, and as you approached, he handed off the prize and enveloped you in a tight embrace.

Cedric spun you around, laughter resonating through his chest.

"Oh god, you were everything!" you exclaimed over the roaring crowd, and he responded by squeezing you even tighter.

Fred Weasley

Each step guided your chest to rise, Fred's palms covering your eyes as he led you.

Exiting the Great Hall after dinner, Fred whisked you outdoors, draping a scarf around you in his mischievous manner. Chuckling to himself, he brought you to a halt in front of a railing.

"Ready?" he asked, the hint of a smile evident in his voice.

You nodded, and he removed his hands. A brief silence enveloped the scene, darkness prevailing until a burst of light filled the air—a firework exploding.

They continued, one after the other, each eruption illuminating your eyes with a vibrant array of colors.

"This is amazing," you exclaimed, stealing a glance at Fred, who was already focused on you.

He grinned, encircling you with an arm and pulling you closer to his chest.

"You're amazing," he murmured, planting a kiss on the top of your head.

George Weasley

The library sat vacant, save for a handful of students scattered at tables.

You and George occupied seats across from each other, a spread of books lying between.

With the owls exam looming, George had volunteered to keep you company during the late-night study session.

Although he proved to be more of a distraction, the company was welcomed.

"Take a look at this one," he suggested, handing you an open book. Placing it down, you began to read, only to flip a page and discover a hidden note.

In messy cursive, it read, "Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll give it back."

You bit the inside of your cheek to stifle a laugh, but George was already ahead.

"You're cute," you remarked in a mocking tone.

He shrugged, still smiling.

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[iwantedtoforgetyou]

Smokey Library, Benedict Bridgeton

Relationship: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: You encounter Benedict Bridgerton smoking in the library and choose to join him. What could possibly go awry?

"You're aware that habit is destined to be your demise someday?" Benedict muttered a self-curse under his breath upon hearing that familiar voice—your voice.

He had been darting between rooms, attempting to elude the watchful gaze of his family's friends, and you were the last person he anticipated encountering that evening. Yet, oddly, he felt an unexpected longing for your clever remarks.

Your mere presence.

Leaning against the closest bookshelf, he rested his head against the wood, never taking his eyes off you as you approached. A cigarette dangled from his lips.

With swift precision, you plucked the cigarette from his mouth and took a drag for yourself.

Benedict grinned. "I thought you said this habit would be the death of me?"

You smiled, exhaling a stream of smoke from the corner of your mouth, and Benedict discovered himself gazing at you more intensely than ever before.

More intently than he had ever looked at any woman in his entire life.

"Not your kind of gathering?" You nodded toward the door, where the distant sounds of music and conversation filtered through.

He dipped his head slightly, his gaze narrowing as he regarded you.

"You're well aware of the response to that," he stated.

He longed for the sensation of a cigarette between his lips, the smoky flavor filling his lungs.

Yet, he remained steadfast in keeping his attention fixed on the enchanting woman before him, smoke gracefully billowing from your mouth.

"Why are you here?" He prodded, leaning closer to you.

You drew another drag from the cigarette, casting a glance back at the door.

"My mother," was your succinct response, and that was enough for Benedict to understand.

Your mother had been incessantly pressuring you to find a suitable partner for months, and it had escalated significantly in the past few weeks.

The entire town had become well aware of your mother's desperation, with the Bridgertons especially privy to it.

As you inhaled the cigarette smoke, feeling its lightness coat your throat and exit through your nose, a sudden, sharp pain flared in your ribcage.

Overwhelmed earlier, you hadn't noticed the pain, but now it consumed your thoughts.

Swiftly, you handed the cigarette to Benedict and began fumbling with the strings at your back. Benedict watched, perplexed, as he extinguished the cigarette in an ashtray nearby.

"Need some assistance?" he quipped, a smirk on his face.

Your eyes met, momentarily distracting you from the stabbing ache in your ribcage. But with a deep breath, the pain resurfaced.

Without a word, you turned toward the door. Benedict straightened up from the bookshelf and gently started to undo the strings of your corset.

The air around you grew heavy and tense, and the only sound that filled the room was the steady thump of your heart.

His hands meticulously loosened each string, gradually relieving the pressure of the corset. You closed your eyes, savoring the freedom and the touch of another person.

The hands of Benedict Bridgerton.

He cleared his throat before speaking. "Is that better?"

Turning around slowly, you became acutely aware of your proximity to him. Your eyes traced over his face, taking in every detail that had eluded you during your childhood.

"Much better," you whispered.

A smile graced his lips at the sound of your relief, and he welcomed the closeness between you.

He had never imagined himself yearning for the girl he had known for years. Craving her laughter, her smile, and her red-stained lips.

He yearned to kiss those lips.

"Y/N," he murmured, releasing a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

"Benedict," you replied, your voice infused with a hint of reverence.

He had never been particularly fond of his own name, but when it passed through your lips, he developed a newfound appreciation for it.

“Benedict," you repeated, this time with more fervor.

Quickly, he raised both hands, pulling your face towards his, and your lips met with a forceful collision.

The flavors of smoke and alcohol melded within your mouths.

His hand fell away from your face, and it began to explore the exposed fabric left bare by your corset.

You let out a moan that only encouraged him to proceed, as his hands moved lower, reaching your buttocks and squeezing them firmly.

You both started to move, and in no time, Benedict had you pressed firmly against the bookshelf.

His hands explored every contour of your body, yearning for more. Meanwhile, your own hands were entangled in his hair, pulling and tugging gently.

Another moan escaped your lips just before the sound of the door interrupted.

Benedict swiftly moved away, pretending to browse the bookcase.

"Mr. Bridgerton, your mother is requesting you," a younger boy chimed in, a grin stretching from ear to ear.

You couldn't help but smile in return. "Tell her I'll be right there," Benedict replied, adjusting his shirt.

The boy dashed out of the room, the door closing with a loud click.

You remained in place, observing Benedict as he haphazardly fixed his shirt and smoothed his hair.

A smile remained on your lips, and the memory of his touch lingered.

Benedict sensed your smile and paused briefly in front of you before leaving the room.

“Until next time," he said, his grin wide. He leaned in quickly, kissing you lightly at first, but your response deepened the kiss.

"I must go," he whispered into the kiss, and you groaned softly against his lips.

He pulled away slowly, leaning in for one more lingering kiss. “Goodbye, Y/N." he said while exiting the door, winking at you as he left.

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[iwantedtoforgetyou]

Bathroom, Fred Weasley

Relationship: Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Word Count: short lol

Summary: You and Fred are stuck in the bathroom.

Notes: Thinking of writing an actual fan fiction about Fred Weasley, so let me know what you think!

Fred positioned himself discreetly in the bathroom, the muffled quarrels of Ginny and Ron seeping through the closed door, saturating the confined area.

The absurdity of the situation overwhelmed you. Here you were, trapped in the sole bathroom of the Burrow, alongside Fred Weasley.

With a heavy sigh, you lowered your head onto your lap, unintentionally causing the toilet to emit a faint creak. A suppressed chuckle escaped Fred's lips, followed by the distant sound of approaching footsteps.

Gradually, his feet materialized within your field of vision, followed by his upper torso. He knelt down in front of you, placing his hands on either side of your thighs.

"If we're destined to be stuck here, might as well make the most of it," he remarked, his words carrying a world of implications that required no further explanation.

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[iwantedtoforgetyou]

Remus John Lupin

The marauders era

“Inside me, something seethes. Inside me, some feral animal claws at my ribcage, trapped.”

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[iwantedtoforgetyou]

Coffee Kisses, Remus Lupin

Relationship: Remus Lupin x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warning(s): Slight smut. Also, first time ever writing it, so it may not be all that.

Summary: On a cold winter's day, you and Remus find comfort indoors beside a crackling fireplace, sipping coffee. The warmth of the fire and your closeness create an atmosphere ripe with possibilities.

Another surge of cool wind escapes the nearby windows, and causes your body to tremble. You were too numb to get up and shut them.

You looked up when you heard footsteps leave the kitchen and saw Remus coming out with two mugs in his hands. 

His light skin was somewhat rosy from the cold, and his hair was a knotted mess. You could never get over the way he looked.

So innocently young.

He murmurs, "I brought you some coffee," and hands you one of the cups.

You willingly accept it, and the warmth instantly induces a soothing chill throughout your body.

"Thank you, Remus." You say, taking a cautious sip from the cup. Even though the hot liquid was blistering against your tongue, you didn't care enough to stop.

"It is too hot?" He asks, his attention now solely on you. "I could make you another one."

You struggle to suppress a smile.

His eyes soften as you respond, "It's perfect."

He settled into the seat beside you, the other steaming cup of coffee cradled in his lap.

"Why are you sitting so far away?" You chuckled, raising your cup to your lips.

He awkwardly scooted closer, a lopsided grin gracing his face, revealing two dimples at the corners of his lips.

Silently, you both sipped from your cups, exchanging glances back and forth. Each time your eyes met, you couldn't help but smile into your cups.

It was moments like these that made the bitter cold outside seem insignificant.

"This is the best coffee I've ever brewed," he murmured, nodding in affirmation.

You squinted at him while maintaining your smile. "I've tasted better."

He chuckled softly, setting his cup on the coffee table in front of you. "Oh, really?"

His eyes locked onto yours, and a change seemed to sweep over him. He raised his hand, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers delicately brushing against your cheek.

"What are you doing?" you whispered, losing yourself in the comforting touch of his fingers.

He sighed softly. "I don't know."

In unison, you both leaned closer, your breaths blending into a warm, continuous exhalation.

You had longed for this, for him.

"Y/N," he whispered your name, as if uttering it was a mental battle.

You closed your eyes briefly before pleading, "Remus."

His grip on your cheek tightened at the sound of his name, and he reached for your other hand, gently setting aside your cup on the table without a glance.

“Say that again,” he whispered.

Your heart raced, and your stomach twisted in knots. His name escaped your lips like a prayer, effortless and fervent.

“Remus, Please.”

He moved in quickly, his lips meeting yours, and the taste of coffee and peppermint mingled in your mouth.

A soft gasp escaped you unexpectedly, spurring Remus on even further. He used his other hand to secure your waist, gently guiding you backward onto the couch.

You embrace him tightly, deepening the kiss, and a passionate moan escapes Remus for the first time.

The sound sends shivers through your body, and your fingers grip his back, longing to hear it again and again.

His hand moved from your waist and slipped under your shirt, his warm fingers caressing your skin.

A soft moan escaped your lips as his hand reached your breast, his fingers gently tracing circles around them.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he whimpered, briefly pausing the kiss before resuming with even more intensity.

Your hands moved from his back to his head, where you tangled your fingers in his hair, gently tugging.

His body pressed firmly against yours, his hips aligning perfectly. You had never truly appreciated the sensation of someone's weight pressing down on you.

He gently lifted your head, trailing kisses down the length of your neck until he began to focus on your collarbone.

The area where his lips was pressed against the skin started to take on a pale purple hue, a change he anticipated might invite criticism later on.

You tugged at his hair with more urgency, moving your hips to generate some friction.

He chuckled softly against your chest. "Impatient, aren't you?" he remarked while caressing your breast.

“Please," was all you managed to utter, all that was necessary for him to respond with a swift motion, his hips meeting yours, and your moans filling the room.

"Better?" he asked, a self-assured grin adorning his face.

You responded by playfully arching your hips, catching him off guard and prompting a loud moan.

"Better?" you teased, wearing a sly smile.

He shook his head, chuckling, then leaned in to kiss you once more. However, this time it was distinct—gentle and unhurried.

For just a moment, you pulled back to truly study his face.

His tousled hair fell gracefully over his forehead, his cheeks adorned with a rosy flush, and his wide smile revealed charming dimples.

You drew him closer, engaging in another kiss, and amid it all, you came to the realization that you wouldn't mind a lifetime of kissing that infectious smile.

A lifetime of just him.

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[iwantedtoforgetyou]

Third Chance, Remus Lupin

Relationship: Remus Lupin x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: You and Remus have faced countless challenges together, and in what felt like a farewell moment, you both finally reveal the feelings you've harbored for years.

As every fiber of your being urged you not to follow him, to release the man who had shattered you into countless pieces, there was a small part of you that insisted on pursuing him.

That sliver of hope drove you to chase him, disregarding all warning signs.

Your head throbbed, and your body ached as you sprinted down the deserted street, watching the man you had once loved vanish from view.

Please turn around. Please don't go.

Thoughts swirled within you as the frigid wind stung your face, almost pushing you back. You needed him to understand that you still cared, that you still loved him.

You pressed harder against the ground, catching a fleeting glimpse of his figure. You had to be there, beside him, to feel the warmth he had shared so many times, to banish the feeling of loneliness.

You needed him.

Your heart thumped inside your jacket as you wished you hadn't given up, for he was all you had left, or so you hoped.

You wanted to scream, not only because you despised yourself in that moment, but because you yearned to shout his name, to express how much you resented his departure and how much it hurt to see him go, especially after his broken promise of a better tomorrow.

You found yourself slowing down, questioning whether it was even worth chasing someone who had inflicted such pain upon you.

You ran your hand through your hair, stopping at the nape of your neck as you gazed at the dark sky, hoping for a shooting star to grant you a chance to wish for better times.

Who were you kidding?

He was gone.

"I'm scared, you know," a raspy voice suddenly confessed, though you recognized it all too well to be frightened. You lowered your head to meet his gaze, keeping your hand on the nape of your neck, listening in silence as he continued to speak, his eyes locked onto yours.

"I'm scared of loving you. Terrified of how deeply I love you and how desperately I want to be with you," he admitted, his hands in his pockets, swaying slightly.

"How much I think about you."

Your heart raced as those final words slipped from his lips. He was here, right in front of you, and somehow, you found yourself missing him.

"I love you, Y/N, I truly do. More than you can imagine. I'm just... I've never loved someone before, and I'm afraid I'll mess it up," he confessed, avoiding your gaze and fixing his eyes on the pavement.

You felt for him, realizing he had never experienced love or been loved, trapped in a bubble until you set him free.

Now, it was your turn to speak.

"Remus, I'll admit it. I loved you more than I let on, more than I showed. But you weren't ready for it, and I entrusted my heart to you, even though I knew you couldn't handle it," you rambled, pausing to catch your breath halfway.

"And I apologize if I ever made you feel pressured into loving me, but I did love you."

"I love you," you corrected yourself, exhaling deeply and lowering your hands to your sides.

"I don't..."

"You never made me feel pressured, Y/N. You can't force someone to love you when they already do, for a long time," he interjected, cutting you off.

Your heart pounded faster than it should, and you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. He had loved you long before you confessed.

He had loved you first.

"You... loved me first?" You asked curiously, raising a hand to your forehead and lightly touching it.

His eyes shot up from the ground, his hand leaving his pocket to scratch the back of his neck. "Well, I mean, I think I knew the night we went to the museum."

The museum.

That realization had come months before you had confessed your love. You couldn't believe he had loved you silently for so long.

"The museum?" You pressed, dropping your hand from your forehead and holding it in the air.

He nervously chuckled as his cheeks turned a light shade of pink. "It was when you were lying in my lap, playing with a ring I had given you.

We watched as the projector displayed stars, and you kept pointing out constellations. That's when I knew," he finished, meeting your amused expression.

That was cute, you'll admit.

"Want to know when I realized?" You suggested, receiving a nod from him. If he was sharing his moment, you might as well share yours.

Here goes.

"It was the evening you came over and stayed at my house. We had just returned from the bookstore, and you decided to lie in my bed. We exchanged notes we had left in certain books, and you fell asleep," You paused, gathering yourself.

"You ended up snuggling against me, resting your head on my chest as I ran my fingers through your hair. That's when I knew," You revealed, recalling the day he had cuddled with you. You had woken up earlier to make us coffee.

His hand had moved from his neck back to his pocket as he stood still, gazing at you. He remained silent for a few moments, his eyes locked onto yours. "I didn't know I enjoyed cuddling."

A laugh escaped your lips as you tilted your head slightly, looking back at him.

You truly loved him.

"Don't worry; you don't drool or snore," You teased, attempting to make him smile, which you succeeded in doing.

"I'm willing to be scared for the rest of my life if it means you'll be part of it," he declared out of the blue, taking a few steps closer to me.

"And I'm willing to wait, if it means you'll be in mine," you replied, following his lead and drawing closer.

"That also means you'll have to endure my clueless remarks," he noted, stepping closer to place a hand on your cheek.

"And you'll have to tolerate my random questions," you grinned, placing your hands on his face, gently brushing your thumb over the side with his scar.

"I think I can handle that."

"Can you now?" You teased, as he pulled your bodies even closer with a tug at your waist.

"Yeah, I think I could manage," he mumbled with a smile, leaning down to kiss you softly.

I think he could handle it just fine.

"I love you, Remus Lupin," you reassured, pulling back slightly, your foreheads touching.

"You terrify me, Y/N," he responded with a mischievous smile, which remained intact as he leaned in for another kiss.

They say the third time's a charm.

Hopefully, that's actually true.

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[iwantedtoforgetyou]

Sirius Black

The marauders era + rockstar!au

“What is life without a little risk?”

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Welcome Home, Bill Weasley

Relationship: Bill Weasley x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: With his hair short and facial stubble, Bill Weasley returns from London. You are only staying with The Burrow family for the summer. You weren't expecting to see a person whose face you had memorized over time.

Sunlight poured through the slightly tattered curtains, casting a warm glow on the worn countertops and the mismatched china displayed on the shelves.

The sound of running water filled the air as you diligently washed dishes, a contented smile on your face.

You loved these moments, the simplicity of domesticity, and the sense of belonging you felt within the walls of this magical home. It was a place that held so many memories and where you had found a surrogate family.

Just as you reached for another plate, a voice called out from the living room. "Darling!" Mrs. Weasley's voice echoed through the house.

You turned your head, your heart skipping a beat as you caught sight of Mrs. Weasley's expression. In an instant, you felt your breath catch in your throat, anticipation and curiosity flooding your senses.

Mrs. Weasley moved swiftly, gently bumping you aside as she grabbed a towel and hurried to the kitchen sink.

"There's no need to do these!" she exclaimed, her hair slightly disheveled and a rosy flush adorning her cheeks.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but you couldn't contain your curiosity. "What's happening, Mrs. Weasley?" you asked, your voice filled with both concern and intrigue.

Mrs. Weasley glanced at you with a mix of excitement and motherly affection. "Molly, sweetie," she corrected, a fond smile playing on her lips. "Just call me Molly."

You blinked, surprised by the sudden change in address, but a warm smile spread across your face. "Alright, Molly," you replied, feeling a sense of closeness and acceptance wash over you.

Before you could ask further, a familiar figure appeared in the doorway, causing your heart to race. Bill Weasley stood there, his presence filling the room with a mix of surprise and joy. His hair was slightly tousled, and a crooked grin adorned his handsome face.

You felt your knees weaken, your breath catching in your chest. You hadn't expected Bill to return home so soon. Memories of your past flooded your mind, the way his laughter could make your heart skip, the way his eyes held a spark of mischief and tenderness.

Mrs. Weasley wasted no time, abandoning the sink to rush into Bill's arms. The motherly embrace enveloped him, her words muffled against his chest.

The Burrow creaked as the rest of the Weasley family gathered in the kitchen, their cheerful presence filling the space with warmth and familiarity.

Bill's gaze met yours, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. The air crackled with unspoken emotions as he released his grip on his mother. He started walking towards you, his gaze never leaving yours.

Your heart pounded in your chest, and you could feel your palms growing clammy.

He drew you into a tight embrace, his arms enveloping you in warmth and familiarity. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, holding him close, savoring the sensation of being in his arms once again.

Bill leaned back slightly, his hands resting gently on your waist, as he looked at you with a mix of surprise and delight.

You were left shivering as Ron tugged on his shirt, prompting him to step back.

"Come join me and George in the yard!" Ron exclaimed eagerly.

"Ron, my dear," Molly interjected, affectionately tousling his hair. "Let Bill settle in first, please."

Bill waved his hand dismissively. "It's alright, he's just thrilled to see me."

In one swift motion, he scooped Ron up and hoisted him over his shoulder, letting Ron's head hang loosely against his back.

"Let's go, you goofballs!" he shouted, pushing George through the rear door.

The remaining Weasley brothers followed Bill outside, ready to practice the new spells they had recently learned in class.

Caught up in the excitement, you couldn't resist joining them outside. You took a deep breath, your heart fluttering as you watched Bill playfully interact with his brothers outside.

The familiar warmth of the Burrow surrounded you, creating a sense of comfort and belonging. You couldn't deny the joy you felt at his return, even though you knew he was involved with someone else.

As the chaos settled outside, you stepped out onto the porch, your eyes searching for Bill among the boisterous Weasley clan. You found him leaning against a tree, catching his breath from the playful wrestling match with Ron.

Your eyes met, and a soft smile spread across his face as he made his way towards you. Your heart skipped a beat, and you couldn't help but smile in return.

“Hey," Bill said, his voice gentle and warm. "It's good to see you here."

Your fingers nervously played with the hem of your shirt as you replied, "It's good to be here. The Burrow feels like home."

Bill's gaze softened, and he took a step closer to you. "You've always been a part of this family, Y/N," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "It's good to have you back."

You swallowed the lump in your throat, your eyes shining with unspoken emotions. "Thank you, Bill," you whispered. "I've missed being around all of you."

As they stood there, the gentle breeze carrying the scent of fresh grass and the laughter of the Weasley siblings, you felt a mixture of contentment and longing. The years apart had changed you both, but the connection you shared remained.

Bill reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "You know," he said softly, his voice filled with a hint of hesitation, "things have changed since we last saw each other."

Your breath hitched, your eyes locked with his, your heart pounding in your chest. "Yes, they have," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

Bill took another step closer, the space between you shrinking. "But some things haven't changed," he murmured, his voice low and filled with tenderness. "The way you make me feel, Y/N... it's still there."

A mix of hope and uncertainty swirled within your heart. You wanted to believe that you could find your way back to each other, but you also didn't want to disrupt the life he had built with Fleur.

"Bill," you began, your voice filled with vulnerability, "I don't want to complicate things. You have someone special in your life."

He gently cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing a soft caress. "Fleur and I, we're going through a difficult time," he confessed. "Being here, seeing you again... it makes me question everything."

Your eyes searched his face, searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation. "Bill, I don't want to be the reason for any pain or confusion," you said, your voice trembling slightly.

Bill's gaze held a mixture of longing and determination. "You've never been a burden, Y/N," he said, his voice filled with certainty. "If anything, you've always been the one who brings light into my life."

The air around you was heavy with unspoken desire and the lingering question of what could be. You knew you had a choice to make – to explore the possibility of a renewed connection with Bill or to protect your heart from potential heartache.

With a mix of courage and vulnerability, you leaned in, your lips just inches away from his. "Bill," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper, "I can't promise you a future or how things will unfold, but I do know that being here, in this moment, feels right."

Bill's eyes searched yours, a swirl of emotions reflecting in his gaze. He closed the remaining gap between you, his lips softly brushing against yours. The kiss was tender, filled with unspoken longing and the weight of your shared history.

Your heart fluttered as you wrapped your arms around him, deepening the kiss. Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourselves in the warmth and sweetness of the moment. The worries and uncertainties faded away, leaving only the electric connection between you.

Your embrace tightened, as if trying to hold onto the preciousness of the moment. You could feel the familiar touch of his hand at the small of your back, his fingers tracing gentle circles, and it felt like coming home.

You were finally home.

Note: Bill Weasley is underrated, that’s all I have to say.

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[iwantedtoforgetyou]

A VARIETY OF IMAGINES

How the Gryffindor boys would react if you offer your help during difficult situations.

HARRY POTTER

Harry had maintained a quiet demeanor over the past couple of days. He exited the main room early and walked through the hallways with a downcast gaze.

Everyone seemed unaware, except for you.

On one evening, as you both made your way back to the Gryffindor dorms, Harry suddenly dropped to his knees.

Without hesitation, you were by his side, urgently asking, "Are you alright, Harry?" in a worried tone.

His head hung low, and he remained still except for his eyes, which darted back and forth.

Instinctively, you gently held his face with your hands, bringing your forehead to his. In that position, the two of you stayed pressed together for a while.

Gradually, your breaths synchronized, and his head began to move.

Summoning a smile, you delicately ran your fingers through his hair, drawing him closer.

He spoke only a few words for the remainder of the night, his voice so soft it was barely audible. "Thank you."

RON WEASLEY

Ron's stress-eating habits were hard to miss. His bed was a sea of wrappers, half-eaten candies, and scattered boxes, some of which had even found their way to the floor. With the owls less than a week away, the pressure was clearly taking its toll on him.

You cautiously pushed open the door to his dorm room, spotting him sprawled across his bed. His head faced the entrance, and his legs were propped up against the wall. A book rested on his face.

Stepping quietly, you moved further into the room, stopping just at the foot of his bed. It was evident he wasn't sleeping; the absence of snoring gave it away. Something was amiss.

Gently lifting the book from his face, you revealed flushed cheeks and reddened eyes. He had been crying.

Your expression faltered, and Ron hastily began offering explanations. "I've just been yawning, this material can be really exhausting, you know?!"

Rolling your eyes, you uttered his name, prompting him to gaze directly up at you.

"It's alright to feel worried," you whispered, leaning down and hovering over his face. "You'll excel, I'm sure."

Tenderly, you placed your lips on his, and in that moment, everything else faded away.

As you pulled back, Ron shot upright, grabbing textbooks and spreading them out. "I've got this!"

A smile tugged at your lips. "Yes, you absolutely do."

FRED WEASLEY

The first party of the year was a disaster. Shouts echoed through the air, discarded drinks cluttered the surroundings, and the crowd seemed to grow uncontrollably.

True to their nature, the Weasley twins had orchestrated something, and as expected, it had spiraled out of control. Amidst the chaos, George was conspicuously absent, while Fred sat before you with a split upper lip and emerging bruises on his cheeks.

You kept a watchful eye on him as you dampened a paper towel under the faucet, afraid he might bolt. Yet, he remained still, not even lifting his gaze.

Shutting off the water, you walked over to his side, clutching the wet paper towel in your hands.

"Look at me," you murmured, your fingers grazing just beneath his chin. "Please."

Reluctantly, he lifted his head, but his eyes avoided meeting yours.

In the quietness, you meticulously tended to his injuries, though he let out occasional groans of discomfort.

"It wasn't your fault," you interjected, shattering the silence. "Fred?"

His eyes shut, and you could swear you saw them glisten with tears.

Your heart clenched.

Setting aside the paper towel, you tenderly guided him closer, enfolding him in your arms and pressing him against your chest.

Almost instinctively, his arms wound around your back, and he buried his face in your embrace, tears soaking into your clothing.

For what seemed like an eternity, you held him there, both of you unmoving.

“I'm sorry," his voice quivered against your chest. "I'm so sorry."

GEORGE WEASLEY

George, though usually reserved in his emotional expression, held his pain within him.

He'd rather endure a bitten lip until it bled than reveal his feelings. However, his demeanor shifted entirely when he was with you. 

After your two-hour class, you returned to the Gryffindor dorms with treats from the commons. Upon entering your room, you were taken aback to find George lying on your bed.

While his presence in your room was a common occurrence, him skipping class was not. You approached the bed and set the bag of sweets on the bedside table.

It didn't take long to notice his tear-streaked face and reddened eyes. Without hesitation, you climbed into bed, cradling his head in your lap.

Neither of you spoke; instead, you shared a moment of silence as your fingers softly traced through his hair.

Eventually, he must have drifted off to sleep, as he became still. Just before you closed your own eyes, he whispered, "You're the best thing that has ever happened to me, Y/N."

A smile graced your lips, and that smile accompanied you through your slumber.

OLVER WOOD

Gryffindor's first match of the season ended in defeat, leading the entire school to turn against them.

Exiting the locker room, the team scattered down the hallway while you waited, overhearing the comments from others.

Amidst this, Oliver was absent.

Upon asking a passing teammate about his whereabouts, they nodded toward the locker room.

Acting on impulse, you opened the door and entered the locker room.

The atmosphere inside was both warm and quiet.

After wandering a bit, you discovered Oliver seated by himself on a bench, his head buried in his hands, still clad in his quidditch uniform.

Approaching cautiously, you knelt in front of him.

Despite his hands still covering his face, you gently took hold of his wrists. "Oliver," you spoke, coaxing his arms away from his face, "you performed admirably out there."

He glanced up briefly, offering a sorrowful smile. "Thank you," he replied.

You responded with a hum, soothingly rubbing your thumb across his arms. "Let's leave this place," you suggested, getting to your feet while still holding onto his arms. With a sigh, he rose as well and met your gaze. "I'd appreciate that," he said, a smile gracing his lips.

NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM

The greenhouse served as Neville's personal sanctuary.

Hours upon hours were spent there, immersed in plant-related activities that he had come to cherish and defend over time.

Besides you, he never shared the secret of the greenhouse with anyone.

One evening, when Neville was absent from the common room, you embarked on a search for him. Arriving at the greenhouse, you discovered the door slightly ajar and faint, muffled cries emanating from within.

Gently pushing the door open, you slipped inside and observed Neville, huddled over a garden pot, tears flowing silently.

Quietly approaching him, you stood by his side and placed your hand on his back, a gesture that seemed to intensify his tears.

Speaking softly, you asked, "What's wrong?" as you observed his tears dropping into the pot.

He took a deep breath and admitted, "I don't know," clutching his chest.

Tilting your head slightly, you covered his other hand with yours. "Just breathe," you whispered, resting your forehead on his shoulder.

“You're alright." Gradually, his breathing began to steady, and he shifted beneath your touch.

In a sudden and unanticipated move, he embraced you tightly. With genuine gratitude, he murmured, "Thank you... Thank you."

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[iwantedtoforgetyou]

Hello there!

As you can probably tell, I’m incredibly new to this app. Nonetheless, I’m really excited about beginning to write and rewrite here!

I will be open to taking requests, although initially, I'll probably focus on sharing the fandoms I enjoy!

This includes Harry Potter, The Originals, The Marauders, Outer Banks, and Criminal Minds.

I hope that some of what I write catches your interest!

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