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padsmoony04 · 5 months
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The Words "Best Friends" Become Redefined (one shot)
Regulus Black AU
Summary: You had been Regulus' friend since childhood and now his mistress. The war had changed many things, Regulus among them. Now its time to decide if you should put your self-worth over missing someone who was gone.
Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 
Rating: M
Song in Chapter: Fast Car by Tracy Chapman 
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You lay in satin sheets watching Regulus dress. The clock on the wall read 11:30 pm. As usual, Regulus was done in less than an hour. It seemed, lately, that when the two of you met up for sex it wasn’t lasting as long as the time before that. Every time it seemed once Regulus got what he came for he was done. That was it, goodbye the end
Taking a breath, you looked back to your friend, lover, whatever Regulus was to you. Your heart ached as your eyes reached the dark mark on his arm. Regulus’s choices that been the frequent topic of all of the arguments that the two of you had. Had someone told you a year ago that this would be the predicament that you would find yourself in, you would have punched them. Never in a million years would you ever think that your best friend…the best friend that you had since 1st year…the man that you loved would ever be one of them. Yet, here he was and here you were trudging along after him.
You weren’t completely sure where the lines between friendship and lovers had blurred. Sleeping with Regulus had started months maybe a year ago. Sex was all that it was. Regulus had never once made a mention of making things official. He never even said anything romantic to you unless it was about how tight you were or how perfect your tits were.
Yet another thing that I never thought would happen with Regulus…
Regulus acting like you were some common piece of ass was something that never crossed your mind. When you began sleeping with Regulus, it was to provide him comfort. If you were comforting him, he wasn’t chasing someone else for comfort. You were providing him with what he needed and maybe, just maybe, he would reward you with what you wanted the most.
Keep dreaming. He would never date a Lupin in the open.
You frowned at the thought. Was there something wrong with your family? No, not in your eyes. In Walburga and Orion’s eyes, however, you were trash.
“Stop looking so god damn depressed, will you? It makes me wonder why I bother coming to see you.”
You looked up at Regulus’ harsh words. That’s another thing. Regulus was nothing like himself. He wasn’t your funny, thoughtfully caring best friend. Now he was cold, cruel, and hurtful. Yet again, you wondered why you trudged after him begging for a moment of his time. Were you afraid to let him go? Yes. You could easily admit that. Even with his cruel words and volatile temper, you weren’t prepared to let him go…at least not yet.
“I’m sorry, Regulus. This war…everything is so messed up. Can’t you stay tonight? It's late and we haven’t gotten to spend much time together in a long while.”
You said, before letting the sheets drop from your chest. Maybe seeing your bare breasts would be enough to appease the beast within Regulus. You were, after all, the one who comforted him when he needed it.
“I don’t have the time. Nothing is messed up. The dark lord will win soon enough. You need to stop being such a whining wimp.”
Pressing your lips together, you took a few moments before speaking.
“Is all that you have to say to me negativity? Is nothing that I do, outside of bed good enough for you?”
Regulus finished buttoning up his shirt. He knew that he was being cruel to you but did nothing to stop it. In Regulus’ mind, if he kept you pushed away he was keeping you safe. You wouldn’t be seeing the horrible things that he was doing or what his family really was. What he didn’t see was the foundation of your relationship beginning to crack and fracture.
“I’ll say anything to get a piece of your ass.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Is falling in love so bad? You make it sound so dreadful.”
Regulus moved to fix his bed-ravaged curls.
“Love isn’t real, Y/n. It's some made up emotion to woo silly little girls. Besides why waste your time? It’s shit. I don’t want someone whining after me wanting things that I don’t want. It sounds like a nightmare. Waking up to the same blasted person day after day…listening to them bitch because you don’t live up to some fairy tale being that one’s mind created. I would rather off myself.”
Had Regulus been paying attention to you at all; he would have seen how your hopeful expression fell to sadness.
“I thought that you loved me once upon a time.”
Regulus chuckled before turning to look at you.
“Poor little princess. I suggest getting over yourself or I’ll find another girl to keep me company. While whoever she would be wouldn’t please me as you do…it would be nice not to listen to your whining.”
You stood up and began searching for your own clothes. If this was how Regulus wanted things to be then you would just go home. You would go back home to your own friends. Sirius, Remus, James, and Lily never treated you like this. You weren’t just an option to them. They didn’t threaten to replace you when you were sad or questioning your worth. No, not your friends. They would instead go out of their way to make sure that you knew how much you were valued.
“Do whatever you wish then.”
You replied. Regulus tugged on his wool coat bore, again, rolling his eyes.
“Y/n, if I didn’t care about you then I wouldn’t be fucking you bare risking everything just to be close to you. Lucky for us, you're the smart one that thinks to use birth control potions…we would be really fucked.”
You turned to look at Regulus one last time. Something told you that this would be the last time that you saw him. This would be the last time that you lay in bed savoring how he made you feel. This. Was. It.
“So lucky for me to go home with your come dripping down my thighs. Goodbye, Regulus.”
You walked from the hotel room without another word. When Regulus didn’t come after you, that spoke volumes.
This was it.
For the next few weeks, you avoided Regulus like the plague. He had been sending owls requesting to see you. In Regulus, mind everything was fine. The words exchanged at the last meeting clearly meant nothing and you would be ready to entertain him as soon as he was free.
You never responded. With each owl’s arrival came a letter with cold scathing words, insults, and whatever Regulus thought would con you into seeing him. You had nearly given in when he sent a letter along with an emerald bracelet.
Now he thinks bribing me will work.
You thought before tying the little box back to the owl’s leg and returning the gift to its sender. Had it been a few weeks ago, you would have been thrilled with the bracelet. This was Regulus showing some emotion other than only an interest in sex. Now, however, you wanted no part of it.
Heartache…
That was the one emotion that you had. Your heart did ache for Regulus. It ached for your Regulus…your best friend. This new one sucked. You craved your best friend…the best friend that you would probably never see again.
“Hey girl, hey.”
Sirius’ voice pulled you from your thoughts. You looked up from the owl that was now flying away as Sirius came in and sat down.
“Hey boy, hey.”
You replied, earning a smile from your friend. Sirius put his feet up on the table. The two of you knew that Remus would have a fit if he saw Sirius with his feet on the table but he wasn’t there.
“Now that is a greeting. So, I was coming to see if you wanted to come out to the pub? Remus, James, and Lily will meet us there. It will kind of be like old times before the world went to shite.”
You leaned back into the sofa before nodding. Going out sounded nice. Seeing your friends was just what you needed.
“That sounds great. I need a drink and some shitty bar music.”
Sirius smacked his hands together before standing up.
“Let's go!”
Half an hour later, you sat in between James and Remus while Sirius was having way too much fun listening to Bon Jovi. Taking a drink of the fire whiskey that Remus put in front of you, you slowly were beginning to feel like your old self.
“This is some good stuff.”
Remus commented downing the rest of his drink and signaling for another. You turned to your older brother and smiled.
“Shame on you for encouraging your baby sister to drink booze.”
Remus chuckled.
“We can all have crazy nights every once and a while. Besides, I think we all need it.”
You couldn’t agree more. In the past month, the order had suffered some big setbacks. Dorcas and Marlene both had died while the Longbottoms were now out of their mind courtesy of Bellatrix. All in all, it had been the biggest shittiest month of your life. Losing friends and your lover definitely topped most of the other bad things that you had been through.
“I can drink to that.”
You said while Remus downed his other drink. Sirius sauntered over and held his hand out to you.
“Are you proposing to me or something? If you are, you have the wrong Lupin. My brother is off looking for another drink.”
Sirius snorted. You couldn’t help but feel some joy at the smile on his face. It seemed like it had been forever since Sirius smiled last. You hadn’t realized just how much you had missed his shitty jokes and weird humor until it wasn’t there every day.
“I know which Lupin you are, sugar bean. I am merely requesting that you dance with me because no one else will.”
James helped you stand up and shoved you toward Sirius.
“Go dance with him before he asks me to. I’m too drunk and will fuck up his nice shoes.”
You stuck your tongue out at James before going out with Sirius as a slower song came on. Wrapping your arms around Sirius’ shoulders, you lay your head against his chest.
He feels like Regulus.
That thought alone made your heart freeze. You hadn’t realized just how much Sirius reminded you of Regulus. He held you the same, had the same cologne…and the song on the radio playing definitely didn’t help… Oh, god…
So I remember when we were driving, driving in your car, speeding so fast it felt like I was drunk City lights lay out before us and your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder. And I-I had a feeling that I belonged. I-I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone
You didn’t say anything but you were two seconds short of having the biggest panic attack of your life. Thankfully, Sirius’ voice stopped you.
“He’s an idiot.”
“Who?”
You asked, looking up at your new best friend curiously. Sirius raised an eyebrow.
“My brother. He’s an idiot for treating you like trash and letting you walk away. You were the best thing that has ever happened to him and he blew it. It was all him not you.”
Your eyes widened. Sirius knew…SIRIUS FUCKING KNEW!
“I feel like it was all my fault in some way. I miss him, Sirius. I miss him so badly.”
Sirius was frowning as he tucked your head under his chin.
“I know, kid. I miss him too.”
You were quiet for a few moments as you fought the tears that were beginning to stream down your face.
“Don’t tell Remus. Please don’t tell him…or the others. I’m not ready for them to know.”
Sirius was quiet a moment as his eyes locked on Regulus across the room. His younger brother was watching them with a death glare on his face. If Regulus started throwing hexes, Sirius wouldn’t at all be surprised. Sirius gave Regulus one final glare as Regulus turned and walked out of the bar in a furious huff.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t heard anything from you.”
Sirius replied. You didn’t need to know that Regulus was there. In Sirius’ mind, all that you needed to know was your friends had your back and always would.
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timotheechlamett · 7 months
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ok imagine,
young james potter bbf or bf’s (boyfriend’s or best friend’s idc) brother:
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and then imagine dbf or bfd james potter:
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moonyssmommyy · 6 months
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James Potter Moodboard
James Fleamont Potter
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Aaron Taylor-Johnson as James Fleamont Potter
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anauro · 2 years
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the fact that there’s so little fan art of atj and timothée as james and regulus is a crime
Yes, but have you seen this ATJ James fanart? Blows my mind! @darquevdg also has some other fanarts with Timmy Reg 🥰
I personally don’t mind this that much. I’ve never been strongly attached to fancasts and I like the desi James rep 😇
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dilf-lover99 · 1 year
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And I Love Her | J.P.
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Pairing: James Potter x Female Reader
Summary: The 3 times James tries to get the girl and the 1 time he finally does. Or In which James Potter is hopelessly in love with his best friend.
Warnings: so. much. pining., idiots to lovers, miscommunication(s), a dash of angst, some heavy kissing, james potter being the literal definition of boyfriendism
Word Count: 4.8k
a/n: hi ! james potter won the poll and i am so completely okay with it. i really intended for this to be angst but he's just SO boyfriend. this may be my favorite thing i've ever written and i really hope you enjoy it too ! p.s. i missed u guys lots and i'm so grateful you've stuck around after months of crickets from me. love u love u love u<3
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(y/n).
Depending on who you asked, it was only a name. The name of a classmate, or a friend, or yourself, but only a name nonetheless.
Unless you asked James Potter.
It wasn’t only a name. Not to him. To James, it was everything.
Because it was your name.
Your name that hastened his heartbeat with every mention.
Your name that sent a salient stream of blood rushing to his cheeks, tinting them a lucent shade of scarlet.
Your name that, once mentioned, seemed to follow him everywhere, as though the wind itself would begin whispering it, rustling alongside the branches of the whomping willow tree before floating its way over to his ears, sounding sweeter than any melody he’d ever heard before.
To state it simply, James Potter was irrevocably, inconceivably, in love with you.
But saying it that way didn’t seem like enough.
He didn’t just love you with his heart, for his heart could stop beating. And he didn’t only love you with his mind, for his memories could fail him one day. James Potter loved you with the entirety of his soul, with every fibre making up his being. Of that, he was certain.
What he wasn’t certain of however, was how to bare his infatuated soul to you.
After all, how exactly does one tell his best friend he’s besotted with her?
He tried the gentle approach first. 
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The train back to Hogwarts was filling up quickly. Stories of his peers’ summer holidays flow obstreperously through the air as James’ eyes remain glued to the door of him and his friends’ usual compartment.
“Ease off it with the evil eye, Prongs. She’ll be here.” Sirius’ teasing voice breaks James away from his thoughts, which were unsurprisingly fixated on you.
He doesn’t bother denying it, well aware he’s been staring daggers at the door since he stepped foot off platform 9 ¾, anxiously awaiting your appearance after spending the entire summer holiday apart from you.
“Leave him be, Pads. He misses her.” Remus interjects kindly, not lifting his eyes from the well-worn pages of whichever book he’s decided to burrow his attention into for the ride back to Hogwarts.
“Well he can join the bloody club then, can’t he?” Sirius starts, intent on ignoring Remus’ suggestion, “I’ve just about fallen for her myself after spending my entire holiday listening to this git recite his bloody sonnets for her,” he continues with a not-so flattering mimicry of a lovesick James, “It is the east! And (y/n) is the sun. O Romeo!” He throws himself dramatically to the floor on his knees, clasping his hands above his heart.
Peter watches the spectacle with a grin, covering up his chuckle with a cough after James sends him a look of warning. Before James can defend himself against Sirius’ melodrama, the door to their compartment slides open, revealing a beautiful and slightly out of breath you.
And suddenly you’re not the only one who’s out of breath.
You’ve gotten even prettier over the summer, somehow. If somebody had asked James before, if he thought you could possibly have gotten any more beautiful, he’d’ve laughed in their face, telling them tales of how your beauty could put Aphrodite to shame. But now? Now his heart was beating so violently in his chest he was almost certain it was attempting to escape, trying to take its rightful place upon your sleeve.
“Sorry I’m late, I nearly broke my neck out there!” You stop briefly to catch your breath, the jog on your way over winding you more than you’d care to admit. “Someone ought to tell those first-years there’s enough seats on here for the lot of us. I’ve just been walloped by a bloody eleven year old! Cheeky little-” You cease your rambling amidst your confusion at the sight before you, Sirius on his knees at James’ feet.
“Have I interrupted something? Perhaps a proposal of sorts?” You jest, your amusement growing at the wide eyed look on James’ face as he scrambles to stand, coming to greet you properly with a hug that doesn’t last nearly as long as you wish it would.
“No!” He protests instantly, amidst wrapping you in the soft embrace.
“Cor, I’ve missed you.” He mumbles after pulling away, leaving a hand on your back as he gently guides you to your seat beside him, hesitant to do so, as once you’re sat he’ll no longer have an excuse to touch you.
“I missed you more!” Your enthusiasm brings him optimism, there’s a chance she means it the way you do, he thinks, there’s a chance-
“And what of me?” Sirius and his bloody interjections. James has half a mind to lock him out of the ruddy compartment and leave him to fend for himself amongst the overzealous first-years.
“I’m sorry, have we met?” You feign confusion, though not very well, James can see the brilliant smile forming leisurely upon your lips. What I would do to those lips, his thoughts are running rampant after a summer spent away from your presence, too caught up to hear the jokes you and Sirius are trading back and forth, and that laugh! His internal monologue continues, ’s like a proper bloody song. Just ask her, right now. If she says no you can play it off as a joke. It might sting a bit, but surely it’d be better than keeping it all locked away.
“Will you go to Hogsmeade with me? Just us two? We’ll have a lovely time, I swear it.”
He knows what he was hoping you’d say, something along the lines of ‘Yes, James, I’d love to!’ but he wasn’t expecting it.
He also wasn’t expecting your given response.
“That’s a wonderful idea, Jamie, thank you! D’you see that, Sirius? A helpful suggestion. You ought to try one of those sometime.” You’re back to chatting with Sirius and Remus as Peter leans over to James, whispering an explanation to his visibly confused friend.
James had caught you mid-complaint about how you’d forgotten to bring the dittany leaves you need to make the special healing chocolates you gift Remus after a particularly bad full moon. After Sirius’ not-so-helpful suggestion to try substituting them with pot leaves, you gladly welcomed the chance to pop over to Hogsmeade with James and buy some more.
You’d mistaken his date proposal for a shopping trip.
Marvellous.
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This is going to be the year that James tells you how he feels. He’ll make sure of it.
If for no other reason than this was your seventh and final year at Hogwarts together. His stomach churned at the mere idea of allowing you to slip through his fingers for good; you acting as the coarse sand to his adamant hourglass. He wouldn’t have it.
So he’d try again.
In the few weeks since you’ve returned to Hogwarts, your time’s been consumed by studying for your N.E.W.T.s. You’re also determined to acquire a spot in the internship programme at St. Mungo’s. The sheer amount of time you’ve spent there with your boys over the last few years has more than prepared you for a future as a healer if you end up enjoying the work.
“Alright, who was the first witch to extract floo powder?” James has spent the last hour and a half quizzing you on all matters Herbology, if it were anyone else he’d’ve been bored to slumber by now. But it wasn’t anyone else, it was you.
The two of you were sat outside together on a blanket, taking full advantage of the uncharacteristically sunny day. James is leaned comfortably back against a tree as you sit across from him, simultaneously taking notes and answering each of his questions without pause.
“Ignatia Wildsmith. Ravenclaw. Come ‘ead James, I’ve told you to stop going easy on me! Every seventh-year applying will know all of these.” Bloody lucky I love her so much, James thinks to himself, I thought that was a hard one.
He’d like to laugh your nerves away, crack a few jokes and tell you that you may be going a bit overboard. You’re going to get the internship, and not just because you’re brilliant and perfectly qualified, but also because your Herbology professor had written a glowing recommendation letter singing your praises.
But he can’t find it in himself to mess around when you’ve got that adorable little wrinkle between your eyebrows displaying your worry, and your lips have turned down into a delectably kissable pout. It takes nearly everything in him not to brush it away with his own lips. 
“(y/n),” He starts, wetting his lips with his tongue as he desperately attempts to keep his thoughts from overtaking his voice, “It’s going to be alright, I promise. You’re more than ready for this. Why don’t we try taking a little break?” His heart feels as though it’s leapt into his throat when you glance at him and send a delicate smile of gratitude.
“I’m sorry, Jamie. We’ve been at this for hours, you must be exhausted of me by now.” You smile, more cheerful this time as you realize a break is precisely what you need.
James can’t contain the laugh that escapes him.
Exhausted? Of you? 
The absurdity of thinking he could ever grow tired of you was an inherently laughable concept to him.
He’s nearly clutching his stomach when he finally manages to compose himself, making heart-stopping eye contact with his equally amused and puzzled best friend.
“Are you mad?” James’ dimpled smile sets a kaleidoscope of butterflies aflutter in your stomach, “I’d spend all my hours with you if I could.” He means it with every atom that makes up his being, he’s meant it for years but now he’s actually saying it to you.
Your smile grows wider with each word he speaks, your own thoughts matching the underlying sentiment of his articulation more than he could ever know.
“I-” He pauses, inhaling deeply and squeezing his eyes shut tightly in an effort to maintain his courage, “I love you.” You did it, he thinks to himself proudly, you actually bloody did it, Prongs! He exhales shakily, reinitiating eye contact with you as a small smile begins to blossom on his tender lips.
“James,” Your voice holds an underlying tone of sadness that causes an adorable crinkle of confusion to settle between James’ eyebrows, “I love you too.” You smile tightly, almost as though it’s causing you discomfort to do so.
“You do?” James is more perplexed now than he had been when you’d explained to him in painstaking detail the intricate relationships between each member of Fleetwood Mac the first time the two of you listened to Rumours together.
“Of course I do,” Your smile stretches intimately, the somber quality of your voice never wavering, “You’re my best mate, after all.”
Best mate? James thinks, is that really all she sees?
Had he not been so caught up in his own racing thoughts, he may have picked up on yours. He may have realized that his situation was holding a gargantuan mirror up to your own, casting a perfect reflection of the feelings within.
Best mates, you internally chastise yourself, that’s all he sees.
A proper bloody mirror.
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“It was completely humiliating, Pads. She might as well’ve called me her bloody brother.” James has been yammering on about what happened that day for the past three weeks. Three weeks. Sirius is going positively mad, somehow having become James’ sounding board to rehash his complaints every time he remembers the encounter.
“I mean, how am I supposed to tell the girl I’d like to spend the rest of my life with her now?” James is pacing back and forth agitatedly at the foot of Sirius’ bed, as the aforementioned boy lays back uninterestedly, wishing his duvet would come to life and swallow him whole in an effort to escape the worlds most redundant conversation.
“She’d probably tell you that sounds lovely. Make you her future child’s godparent.” Sirius jokes dryly.
James abandons his invisible footpath, a wave of panic comically widening his warm hazel eyes substantially.
“She what?”
“For Merlin’s sake, Prongs! I can’t take any more of this,” Sirius sits up agitatedly, now far beyond his capacity for James’ lovesick commentaries, “Just go tell her. Right now.”
“Are you mad? Have you not just heard everything I’ve said?” James would normally find humour in Sirius’ lackadaisical attitude, but confessing his feelings for you was an entirely serious matter with no margin for error.
“Oh I’ve heard it, Prongs. For the past three weeks. And the entire bloody summer. And every single year before that.” He moves to stand in front of James, his agitation fading into sincerity, “I know how you feel, Prongs. But does she?” James swallows thickly as Sirius continues, “I don’t mean just telling her you love her, I mean telling her how you love her. As more than a friend. Maybe she feels the same way.”
James takes his time considering Sirius’ words. He’s tried to tell you, clearly, but he assumed that you’d only seen him as a friend. But what if you hadn’t? What if Sirius is right, and you told him you loved him as a friend because you’d assumed that’s what he’d meant when he said it?
“I’m a proper git, aren’t I?” James concludes aloud.
“Most certainly, Prongsy. It’s why I keep you around,” Sirius’ playful mood returns swiftly, “Makes me feel better about myself.” 
You’re talking softly with Remus in the library, voices low enough not to disrupt your peers but just detectable enough for James to catch your words when he finds you, internally preparing his declaration of unwavering devotion for you.
“You’re not going out with him, are you?” Remus’ hushed voice holds a curious tone.
“Of course not, Rem.” You smile softly, “Could you honestly imagine that? Him and I dating?”
James’ eyebrows furrow together in confusion, he presses himself slightly against a nearby bookshelf in an attempt to hear your conversation more clearly.
“No, I guess not,” Remus chuckles faintly, “It would certainly make things awkward if they didn’t work out. Being friends and all.” 
“No kidding.” You chuckle good-naturedly. 
James feels like a bag of cement has been poured down his throat, constricting his lungs and settling into a block of concrete in the pit of his stomach.
Sirius had been wrong. You didn’t love James as more than a friend, in fact, you’d practically laughed at the thought of it. In his hasty escape from the scene of the melancholic crime, James neglected to hear the rest of your conversation with Remus.
“He’s a lovely lad, truly,” You smile genuinely, “Any girl would be lucky to call Amos Diggory her boyfriend. We’re just better as friends is all.” You trail off, leaving out the part where your heart already belongs to another shared friend of yours and Remus’.
It’s not like it was ever going to happen anyway. Your love for James Potter was entirely unreciprocated.
Wasn’t it?
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James is avoiding you.
As painful as it is to spend each never-ending moment of spare time away from you, James can only think of how much more agonizing it would be to spend those moments with you.
To fix his loving gaze on your sparkling eyes, only to find them filled with affections one would hold only for a friend.
To accomplish the feat of bringing a luminous smile to your delicate lips, only to remember those lips would never brush tenderly against his own.
To be so close to the girl he loves, only to be denied her heart in equal measure.
It’s easier, in a sense, to push you away.
It’s only temporary, just until he can stomach the thought of spending the rest of his life as your best mate and nothing more.
But it’s been weeks, and the idea still makes his head feel like it’s underwater, like he’s fighting to reach the surface but his leg’s been caught on a viciously determined blade of seaweed.
Still, he’s convinced himself that this is his best course of action.
Unbeknownst to James, however, you’ve been going stark raving mad.
You’ve hardly spoken to him in weeks. When you think about it, you’ve barely even seen him, save for a few quick glimpses in your classes and across the dining tables in the Great Hall.
You’ve tried to talk to him, clearly something is bothering him. Maybe you’ve said or done something to upset him without realizing it. But he’d brushed you off before you could even get out the words ‘are you alright?’
You’d asked Remus, Sirius, and Peter about it, each of them giving you vague semblances of justification that fell entirely flat, a few “He’s just busy with quidditch”s and a couple of “Must be studying today”s. You’ve grown tired of the excuses and you’re determined to get to the bottom of it yourself.
You’re leaning picturesquely against the wall outside of the lad’s changing room when James finally sees you again. His curly hair is spilling droplets of water from the shower he’s just taken, successfully washing away the evidence of his quidditch practice.
You’re beautiful. That’s all he can think as he finally allows himself to take you in fully for the first time in weeks. He feels like he’s been holding his breath since he saw you last and now he can finally exhale, a sense of euphoria filling his chest as his lungs deflate mercifully.
“Hi.” You state gently, a delicate smile painted daintily across your lips.
“Hi.” James echoes once he’s relearned the inhale-exhale repetition of breathing again.
“I waited for you,” You start after a brief silence, “Which- You can see that, obviously.” You chuckle a ebullient breath that causes a small smile to form on James’ face, Merlin, I’ve missed that, he thinks as you continue. “I just, um- I thought maybe we could talk?” You’re fiddling with your fingers, a nervous habit of yours that James has long since memorized by now.
He instantly reaches for your hands, tenderly taking one in his own and carefully intertwining your fingers together with his. The action is like second nature, he hardly thinks twice about it.
You smile visibly at the act of comfort, if he’s upset with you and that’s the reason he’s been avoiding you, it makes your heart skip a beat that he’s putting it all aside to calm you down when you’re anxious.
“About what?” He tries, though you both know that’s not going to work.
“Nice,” You smile teasingly, “Want to give it a real go this time?”
James swallows something akin to a lump in his throat, averting his resplendent hazel gaze from your eyes to land somewhere along the floor as he overthinks which approach he should take.
He could try honesty. Yes, he thinks, because that would go over proper well. I’m avoiding you cause I’ve been gutted since I heard you’re not in love with me. Surely she’ll find that real mature, Prongs.
He could also try lying his arse off. And that would work, he sarcastically chastises silently, Me? Oh nothing’s wrong at all. Just tired, y’know? Practice and homework and the like. As if she’s ever believed a lie you’ve told her before.
He finally chances resuming eye contact with you, heartbeat hastening expeditiously as his hazel orbs lock onto your patently awaiting eyes. You should be looking far more frustrated, James wouldn’t blame you if you were. You have every right to be upset, and yet you’re not.
Instead, you’re you. 
You, who’s calmly awaiting a response, fingers still gently intertwined with James’. 
You, who’s looking at him with soft, sparkling eyes, eyes that are silently promising him no matter what he says, everything is going to be alright.
You, the girl he loves more than anything in the world.
“You.” He states after an implicit eternity.
“Me?” Your features mix together to create a perfectly darling display of confusion that, even despite the circumstances, causes a modest smile to tug upwards at the corners of James’ mouth.
“I’ve been avoiding you.” He conveys, sounding as though he’s just revealed to you a hidden secret you’d’ve never otherwise been able to uncover.
You can’t contain the short laugh that escapes you, a smile taking its rightful place on your face. “Yeah, ‘m not exactly Sherlock Holmes, but I managed to put that one together.”
James can’t subdue the traces of guilt that seep onto his face.
“I was hoping maybe we could talk about why. If I’ve done something to upset you-”
“No!” James cuts you off, “No, love, you haven’t done anything. Nothing you could control anyway.” His voice is less than half of its usual volume at the last sentence he utters.
Your face is back to holding that adorably confused expression that James so desperately yearns to kiss away.
“I have to admit, Jamie, I’ve got no idea what you’re on about.”
James sighs, finally releasing the hand that’s been holding comfortably on to your own and running it through his leisurely drying hair. He releases a sigh of distress and squeezes his eyes shut firmly in an attempt to figure out the best way to explain himself.
“If you’re not upset with me, then why have you been avoiding me?” You’re trying to put it together on your own as James is proving to be no help, “Wait a mo! Is this some kind of prank or something?” You smile, though you’re not entirely certain you’re correct yet, “Are you trying to get back at me for dying your knickers pink? Because that was an accident!” 
James can’t help but smile at your incorrect deduction. Merlin she’s adorable he thinks, how am I supposed to tell her now?
“Yes!” James concludes untruthfully, “You got me. Just a prank. Might’ve gone a bit too far with it though. Sorry ‘bout that, love.”
He brings you into a hug and, after going weeks without it, it feels like home.
You feel like home.
You’re hugging James, after having just gone weeks without it. And you just know. 
You have to tell him.
You have to tell him, right now, that you’re in love with him.
And so you do.
“I love you.” You state breathlessly, pulling away from the warm solace of his embrace and looking bravely into his glimmering hazel eyes.
James nods his head mechanically, as if he’s agreeing to your suggestion on what to have for dinner and not taking in the confession of eternal love you’ve just spouted.
“Yes, I love you too,” He smiles a tight, strained smile, “Mate.” He punctuates his final word by bumping his fist gently into your shoulder.
Oh, you think, I’m going to have to spell it out for him, aren’t I?
“No, James. I love you,” You take a step closer to him, not breaking eye contact despite the nerves that are jostling around your insides like a violent sea in a raging storm, taking a deep breath before exhaling somewhat expeditiously, you continue, “Like- Like, I’m in love with you.”
The first thing James feels in that moment are his eyes widening emphatically behind his round-rimmed glasses, his dark lashes making direct contact with the top of his eyelids. He’s certain he must have heard you wrong, that or he’s understood you wrong.
The second thing he feels is hope. What if he hadn’t understood you wrong?
The third thing he feels is his heart, beating faster than it ever has before, so fast he thinks it might be ready to do him in for good. Surely a heart shouldn’t be beating that fast.
“You’re in love? With me?” James speaks disbelievingly, though he’s unable to hide the traces of optimism he’s feeling as a modest smile begins to form on his face.
You nod your head assuredly, a genial smile of your own starting at the sight of his, “Yes, I’m in love with you. Madly, in fact.”
You’ve spent months, years even, deliberating on how you would tell James, if you would tell James. You’d spent countless hours wondering how he would react and what would happen after all was said and done.
You’d planned to tell him all about that. About how long you’ve felt this way, when it started and why it’s taken you so long to tell him, how you were too afraid of risking your best friend should anything have gone wrong.
What you hadn’t planned on was what happened the second you got the last word out.
James eagerly presses his plush lips onto your own, savouring the long overdue sensation of your mouth against his. He tenderly brushes your bottom lip with his tongue once he feels you respond to the kiss with equal fervour. Enthusiastically, you grant his tongue access into your mouth, pulling him closer to you by the roots of his damp hair.
James lets out a low groan at the contact, pulling you flush against his body by your waist, his hands hungrily gripping onto you for dear life as, somehow, the kiss deepens even further.
When the need for oxygen outweighs your mutual need for each others lips, you reluctantly part the slightest of distances, foreheads resting tenderly against one another.
“I’m in love you too. So bloody madly.” James whispers contentedly with a lovesick grin. 
You’re each donning smiles brighter than you can ever recall before.
The moment you’ve caught your breath you’re back at it again in full force, gripping at each others clothes and tangling nimble fingers through the other’s hair. James pulls back when your beaming smile makes it a little harder for him to kiss you, returning a smile just as wide that compels you to pull him back in for another kiss, or two, or three.
When the two of you finally feel satiated enough, James pulls back again, a noticeably farther distance. He’s still smiling but it isn’t quite as bright as it was a moment ago.
“What was all that about in the library, then? With Moony?” He asks you the question that’s been clawing at his insides for the last few weeks.
You pause, visibly confused as you shuffle through the files of your memories until you land on one a few weeks ago with Remus in the library. The two of you were discussing a friend who’d asked you on a date. You’d declined as politely as you could, valuing his friendship but knowing your heart had long since been beating for James.
“What about it?” You smile confusedly.
“Well, you were talking about me, weren’t you?” James looks down to the floor, expression now almost devoid of the happiness that had previously overtaken every inch of his face.
“What?” You laugh briefly before it registers, not just his words, but the reason he’s been avoiding you for the last few weeks.
“Wait- James!” You tilt your head into his line of vision, gently cradling his face with your hand as you turn his head to face you fully, “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me? You thought.. Oh, Merlin.”
You pull him into a hug, holding him tight enough to convey just how wrong he’s been.
“I was talking about Amos Diggory.” You state with a gentle exhale, something between a laugh and a sigh, pulling back you rest your arms at your sides. “He asked me to dinner.”
James doesn’t hide the relief that courses through his body, despite the slight scoff of jealousy he lets out at your final sentence.
“But,” You wrap your arms back around him in reassurance, looking up into his eyes that are once again sparkling with happiness, “I’ve been a tad busy, being in love with my best friend and all. So I told him no. Obviously.”
“Right, obviously.” James replies with a cheeky smile that makes your heart skip a beat.
“You’re a git, you know.” You roll your eyes, the action a mixture of lovesickness and frustration. “You could’ve just asked me then. Instead of hiding in the books like a proper stalker. And then avoiding me. For weeks,” You’re smiling, but you know you’re still getting your point across, “You git.” You punctuate your final word with a gentle swat to James’ chest, smiling adoringly when he grabs that hand and brings it up to his lips, placing a tender kiss to it before dropping your intertwined hands back at your side.
“I know,” He admits apologetically, “I’m sorry.” He’s smiling breathtakingly, “Still love me?”
You can’t find it in yourself to be upset with him, because in some roundabout way, it’s what led you to this moment right now, where you can reach over and kiss him if you want to.
And you want to. 
Pulling him into you by the fabric of his shirt, you plant another kiss upon James’ lips. The passion and tenderness in the kiss meld together just as perfectly as your lips do.
“Yes.” You mumble happily when your mouths finally break apart. “Always.”
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in2meijasworld · 7 months
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hii, could you write a story about dave lizewski where him and the reader are dating and one day he randomly calls her mommy as a joke but it turns out that she likes being called that(causes him to start calling her it regularly) and one time he says it and she was already kinda horny and it leads to smut with a kinda dom reader and sun dave. but the reader doesn’t say things like good boy or any of that kinda stuff she he just praises her while she’s the one in charge ig. sorry if this doesn’t make any sense!
a/n: I am definitely not used to writing this typa smut dynamic but ima get out of my comfort zone for this bc i love yall and I've been obsessed with Dave since 2012. Also this is kind of an old request, I was waiting for the drive to write this and I got hit with a Dave obsession and IM SO READY. Also is this my first Dave fic? How outrageous. Promise this won't be my last (;
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Talk to Me Nicely
Dave Lizewski x Fem!Reader
pre-sum: reader and Dave on a gym date, and he surprises you with a new nickname.
TW/tags: MINORS DNI. gym date, fluff to smut, use of 'mommy', dom!reader, sub!dave, praising, nipple play, p in v, f&m orgasm, cum play, motor boatttt (doing tw's make me giggle so hard sorry not sorry)
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Dave would take on criminals without batting an eyelash, but when it came to relationships, he was practically a puppy. Yet, it made your relationship more sincere; only a couple months in, you considered it a newer relationship. You both were able to learn from each other— even if it was things, or nicknames to be exact, that were completely stunning. You were clearly more experienced than Dave, but that never caused any problems. And admittedly, you liked it that way.
One trait you learned from Dave was finding the courage to attend the gym. You never knew it would've turned into something you looked forward to, really only because you were able to see Dave sweaty and shirtless, regardless of simultaneously hating the mere idea of the gym.
Today was your least favorite day of the fucking week– leg day. And for some reason, Dave loved it. Luckily, the gym always took place in Mindy's basement– away from the public, which was the origin of why you always hated the gym to begin with until now.
But sparing your alone time with Dave in this private gym you both shared, while Mindy was at school, turned into a method of intimacy. Aside from the music bouncing off the sound proof walls, Dave always supported your every move, staring at you with intensity and quite nearly biting his tongue and bottom lip off every session in an attempt of hiding his horniness and hard-ons.
"Fuck," you managed to groan out, scrunching your eyebrows and mouth in one bundle, fighting your way to launch up from the heaviest squat you hit.
"You got it y/n! up, up, up!" Dave yelled out, encouraging you and spotting from behind, "YEAHHHH!!"
With one more harsh groan, you finally re-racked the barbell with Dave's help, panting hysterically, trying to choke out a smile at his excitement.
He came up from behind, wrapping his arms behind you and rocked you side to side with a big grin branded into the crevice of your neck.
Your hands rested on his, giggling from his enthusiasm while still trying to regain your breath, "Thanks Dave," you said turning to face him with beads of sweat rolling down your face.
He stared at you, taking in every feature of your sweaty face and body. God you were so sexy and gorgeous to him, even in moments you would consider your 'ugliest'.
The quick scan flicked a switch of lust, "Anytime, Mommy" he said without hesitation, catching you off-guard.
After seeing your face and eyebrows raise in shock, or horror he thought, he bit his tongue and swallowed down the lump that formed in his throat, his cheeks filling with a fluorescent red, suddenly fearing that he might have crossed a line.
"I'm... I was just joking," he was glad the previous workouts already made his palms and forehead sweaty, otherwise the heat of the moment would've been obvious and even more embarrassing, "I'm sorry..." he pleaded with a worrisome look of guilt.
"Dave it's-" you began.
"I don't mean to make you feel uncomfortable," he interrupted, clenching his palms nervously with his fingers, his eyes reached the floor in search of hiding his embarrassment.
You took a step closer to him, lifting his chin and fixing his glasses back up on the bridge of his nose, "Don't interrupt me next time, I liked it." You bit your lip with a smile, staring down at his lips and back up to meet his eyes.
His eyes widened and you felt his heart race, "Really?" He questioned, staring down at your lips, still in a nervous manner, "I mean-"
You interrupted him this time, smashing your lips into his with hunger, his glasses getting in the way, but paid neither of you to care.
Dave groaned against your lips and his hands snaked around your waist, your tongue found a way to his, engulfing him and moaning into his mouth.
A tent pitched in his pants, poking at your thigh. You reached down and massaged his cock through his gym shorts, causing him to inhale sharply and pull away from your mouth in fluster.
"Baby..." he started, "I...." but failed to finish.
You pecked his lips gently with a grin, "Use your words Dave." you reached into his pants, caressing his hard cock directly now, giving it light strokes.
"F-fuck...." he moaned, resting his forehead onto yours while looking down at your hand working around his hard on, "I need you..."
"Show me how much you need me," you whispered into his neck before gesturing him backwards onto the large foam box for him to sit on.
Lifting up your shirt and sports bra, your tits popped out, causing Dave to nearly almost faint at the sight. He scooted back as you took a seat on his lap to give you more room.
His breath hitched under you, grabbing your breast with his palms so gently, as if they would break with too much pressure, "You're so so beautiful..." he choked out.
"You think you could do those pull ups in front of me earlier without me wanting to fuck you?" You asked soft but harshly, ignoring his praise and raising his chin to meet your eyes as you spoke.
Another lump formed in his throat, he swallowed it down and it somehow made his dick grow tighter against your pussy, "Anything for you Mommy." he groaned.
"Do you wanna suck on my tits Dave?" You asked, grinning down innocently at him.
"Yes, but...." his face grew even more red, "I might... you know..."
You let out a light giggle, "Next time you should cum inside me and make me a real Mommy." You teased jokingly. Maybe not a joke.
He bit his lip before attacking one of your tits, sucking on it harshly and massaging the other in his hand with ease.
He caught you by surprise, causing you to gasp and tangle your fingers in his sweaty curls, "Oh my god Dave..."
His tongue drew up and down and circled around your nipples, causing every nerve and bundle to shoot down to your pussy. Your head drew back in moans, grinding your hips against his dick in a back and forth motion.
His hand on your other breast flew down onto your hip, gesturing you to pause, "Baby... I was serious.." he said in distress and fluster.
"Would it be better if your cock was inside my pussy?" You said gently, pecking his lips and dragging it down onto his neck, biting gingerly on his nerves.
"Yes... I would like..." he began as you started pulling your gym shorts off your legs and connecting your lips back onto his, "..that" he finished in between.
"How much baby?" You asked tenderly, pulling his shorts down slightly and lining himself up at the gape of your pussy.
You teased him, rubbing his tip along your soaking folds, causing him to nearly whimper.
"Please..." he begged at you edging him.
"Anything for you, Daddy," you said while lowering yourself fully into his cock, causing you to moan in sync.
His eyes shot up to yours in shock and lust at the realization, he had to choke up everything in his will to not cum already. He found his way to your breasts bouncing in front of him, grabbing onto both of them and motor boating you. He sucked into your nipples, giving each one a turn before biting the skin around it, giving you marks you know would be dark by the time you got home. If you could even make it home.
"Fuck Dave..." you squealed out, not being able to keep the dominant play consistent.
But you couldn't help it, the way his tip reached so deeply into your pussy, stretching you out in the most pleasurable way nobody else could ever achieve. You arched your back at the overstimulation of his cock being buried into you and his tongue working on your tits, causing his dick to hit more spots you were never aware of.
You looked down to his face, catching him admiring the way you were enjoying yourself bouncing up and down on his cock as he massaged your boobs in his hands.
The room filled with the sound of moans and the squelching of your pussy coating his cock– both of you were glad that the room was soundproof. You felt your orgasm chasing you from the pit of your stomach, causing you to scream and nearly cry at the feeling of it melting in your whole body, coating his thick dick with your cum.
You continued grinding your hips against his, moving up and down at a steady yet husky pace. He felt it himself- feeling your cream lube up his dick and your pussy clench tighter onto his cock.
His eyes screwed shut and his mouth caved open as a warning, you pulled yourself off and hovered just above his knees. Your hands replaced your pussy, stroking him swiftly and attaching your lips onto his neck.
"Just like that Dave..." you praised into his ear, "Just for me baby..."
He groaned loudly, followed by an illiterate mess of moans, "Ohfuck-y/n..baby-baby..baby" was the only thing you could sort out from his words as he jolted up his hips and shot his cum, coating your whole hand with himself.
"Yeahhh..." you continued, pumping out every last bit of his cum onto your hands and looking back up at him.
When his eyes met yours drunkily and out of breath, you licked every strand of his cum on your hands and smiled at him with innocence.
"Next time." He smiled out of breath, brushing your hair out of your face.
"Next time what?" You questioned.
"Next time I'm making you a real mommy."
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HIGH (ON LOVE) - james potter
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PAIRING james potter x fem!reader
SUMMARY you get your wisdom tooth out and fall in love with your husband, james, all over again. oh, and sirius is there too.
a/n: a special request from the lovely @loving-and-dreaming ! apologies for taking a while to finally finish this but i hope you still enjoy reading it. 🫶🏻
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James sat on the uncomfortable hospital waiting room couch, his leg bouncing with nervous energy as he anxiously waited for you to return from your tooth extraction. It was a relatively minor procedure, but he couldn't shake off the worry that clung to him like a shadow. The concept of tooth extraction was foreign to him, but he knew it was for your well-being. The lack of knowledge about the process made him feel somewhat helpless, but he trusted the medical professionals to take care of you.
Restlessly, he fiddled with the ring on his finger, a symbol of your love and commitment to each other. It was a simple silver band, but it meant the world to him. Leaning against the wall, he kept glancing at the entrance, hoping to see you walk through any moment.
Finally, the door swung open, and James eagerly stood up, expecting to see you. However, it was Sirius who entered, munching on a candy bar, looking far too relaxed.
"Missed me already?" the black-haired boy teased. "Don't be so jumpy, mate. She's gonna be fine.
"I know she will," James replied with a frown, trying to keep his worry in check. "Just been a while since I've last heard from the nurse."
Sirius plopped down on a chair beside the bed, tossing the candy wrapper into a nearby trash bin. "Calm down, Prongs. People will see you and think you're waiting for your wife to finish giving birth.
"Ha, very funny," James retorted half-heartedly, sinking back onto the couch.
"It's just teeth, my friend. Your lovely wife has survived way worse than this," Sirius remarked, trying to lighten the mood.
Though it was supposed to be another joke, James couldn't help but agree. You were resilient, always bouncing back from every fall and mishap during Quidditch. He admired your determination and strength, but he couldn't stop the gnawing worry that nagged at him now.
Too deep in his thoughts of you, James didn't notice Sirius shaking him. "Prongs, she's here— help her out."
Startled, James turned towards the entrance, and there you were, in a wheelchair with your eyes closed. The nurse carefully wheeled you in, her demeanor reassuring.
As soon as you were close enough, James rushed to your side. The nurse held your arm while James gently took your other hand, helping you onto the empty bed.
You looked dazed and groggy, and there was something in your mouth that prevented you from speaking clearly. James felt his heart clench at the sight, desperate to make you feel better.
As if the nurse read his mind, she explained, "The cotton balls inside help with the bleeding and keep her mouth open for the healing process. She still has some of the medication from the operation.
James nodded, grateful for the explanation but unable to focus on anything else but you. You started to mumble words he couldn't quite understand, likely a side effect of the medication.
He held your hand tightly, trying to calm your agitation. "Hey there, love. It's me, James. How are you feeling?"
Your eyes struggled to focus, and then you managed to mumble, "So handsome..."
A soft smile spread across James' face. "Am I?"
You nodded slowly, and it made his heart soar. "You're exactly my type, you know. Handsome, glasses, hair, everything..." You tried to reach for his face, and he gladly leaned in to meet your touch.
"Thank you," he said, touched by your words, and feeling a bit bashful at the compliment.
But then your eyes shifted away from his face, and your expression changed to one of distress. You started to cry, and James' heart sank, worried that you were in pain.
"Why are you— why are you crying? Does anything hurt?" he asked, his voice filled with concern as he gently caressed your swollen jaw.
You shook your head, still sobbing, and managed to say, "The ring on your hand... It's from your partner."
He chuckled, wiping the tears from your cheeks gently. "It's alright, love. You're just a bit groggy from the medication. Don't worry about a thing."
You sniffled and looked at him with teary eyes, still not fully comprehending the situation. "But that means you're married."
James couldn't help but smile at your innocent concern. "Yes, I am. To you," he said, holding up his hand to show you the matching wedding band on your own finger. "We're married to each other."
Your gaze shifted between his hand and yours, and a flicker of recognition finally crossed your face. "Oh!" you exclaimed softly, as if a light had suddenly switched on in your mind. "You're my husband!"
"That's right," he said, relief washing over him as he saw you starting to understand.
A grin spread across your face, and you giggled, sounding slightly loopy from the medication. "I have a husband, and he's handsome!"
"You certainly do," James replied, a playful glint in his eyes. "And you're my beautiful wife."
You giggled again, and then your expression turned thoughtful. "Do you love me?"
The question caught him off guard, but he didn't hesitate to answer. "More than anything in the world. I love you with all my heart."
"Forever and ever?" you asked, a hint of vulnerability in your voice.
"Forever and ever," he repeated, leaning in to press a soft kiss on your forehead. "I promise."
Sirius, who had been watching the interaction with amusement, chimed in, "See, you two are perfect for each other!"
You beamed at him, seeming to have momentarily forgotten about the tooth extraction. "He's my type," you declared, pointing at James.
"He sure is," Sirius agreed, giving James a playful wink.
As the effects of the medication started to wear off, you snuggled closer to James, content and reassured by his presence. He held you gently, cherishing the moment and feeling grateful for your evident love for him despite under the influence.
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"I was your type?"
"Merlin's beard, James." You groaned, turning away from the sly grin of your husband, focusing on your cooking. "Talk again, and I'll burn your bacon."
You felt his hands snake around your waist, underneath the apron, and his light kisses on your neck. "You would never do that to your husband, won't you?"
Before you could retort, he spun you off your feet, surprising you with his playfulness. You gasped, "James! Put me down!"
Though your face held obvious annoyance, the knots inside your stomach didn't stop as he tightened his grip on you, burying his face in your hair.
"Why did I marry you again?" You asked playfully when he finally placed you back down.
He tucked some of your stray hairs behind your ears with a smile on his face. "Because I'm your ideal type. Handsome, glasses, hair, everything."
You rolled your eyes but couldn't hide the smile that tugged at your lips. "Well, I suppose I can't argue with that. Now, let me finish cooking, or we'll have to order takeaway."
As you returned to the stove, James wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. "Whatever you say, my love."
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Tutor
Pairing: James Potter x Reader
Warnings: smut, angst
Word Count: 3.2K+
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“Mr. Potter, I’d like to talk to you about something,” Professor McGonagall called from her desk as everyone was filing out. James had to stifle a groan as he exchanged a look with Sirius before making his way to the professor’s desk. It was his last class before dinner on a Friday and he was starving and wanting to get pissed with the marauders. 
“Yes Professor?” He asked, hoping he didn’t sound too eager to leave. 
“Your grades this past year have slipped, Mr. Potter. You’re a very talented wizard but I’m afraid this year you’ve become more focused on Quidditch than your studies.” Professor McGonagall gave James a disapproving look over her glasses. 
“Oh yes, it’s been a bit of adjustment now that I’m captain but I’m confident we’ll crush Slytherin in the tournament.” James said eagerly. 
“Mr. Potter you are not listening. If you do not get your grades up you will not be allowed to play.” McGonagall sighed and took off her glasses. “You know there is nothing more I would enjoy than watching my house win the Quidditch cup. Now, I’ve found a tutor for you to help you in your area of weakness: potions.”
“Moony? Evans?” James asked hopefully. 
“No.” McGonagall shook her head. “You have a potions exam in two weeks. If you are able to get an A or above you will be permitted to play.”
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“I can’t believe you have to have a tutor! It’s inhumane!” Sirius protested after James explained everything over dinner.
“It’s just tutoring, Sirius,” Remus said with an eyeroll, “Who’s tutoring you anyway? Evans?”
“I wish. McGonagall didn’t mention who. I’m supposed to be in the library tomorrow at ten in the morning.”
“Ten! On a Saturday? Inhumane!” Sirius repeated. Then he looked down the table and called, “Oi! Evans! Why aren’t you tutoring Prongs in potions?”
“Tell the whole hall why don’t you?” James grumbled, laying his down on the table. 
“What?” Lily looked over at the boys with an already bewildered expression. “I’m tutoring a second year Hufflepuff in Transfiguration tomorrow.”
“Are you failing potions, James?” Mary chuckled. “Not failing,” James said, not moving his head from the table, “but I need to be doing better.”
“Who’s tutoring you?” Marlene asked. 
“Don’t know.” 
“What if it’s Snape?” Peter asked, a little fearful.
“Oh that would be perfect.” James hit his head on the table. 
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“Oh god, I’m so hungover.” James said, hitting his alarm with his eyes shut. 
“Shut up!” Peter groaned, curling his pillow around his head. 
“Both of you be quiet! I can’t get hard with you both talking.” Sirius yelled from Remus’s bed. 
“Sirius!” It sounded like Remus had punched Sirius as Sirius groaned and then fell through the curtain, holding his nose. 
“Why is your alarm going off anyway?” Sirius asked, standing up and covering his dick with one hand and his other hand still on his nose as he shuffled to the bathroom. 
“Put some clothes on!” Peter groaned, turning so his face was pressed into his mattress and his pillow was over his head. 
“I have tutoring today,” James groaned, putting on his glasses and trying to see how long he had until his tutoring session started. It was ten fifteen and James felt like his brain was pulsating inside his head. 
“Aren’t you going to be late?” Remus called from his bed. 
“No, no. I still have a quarter of an hour before I have to go.” James let his head hit the pillow again. 
“I thought you said your session was at 10?” Remus stuck his head out between the curtains of his bed. 
“No, 10:30. Right?” James started to feel a pit of dread form in his stomach. 
“You said 10.” Peter shook from underneath his blanket. 
“10!” Sirius called from the bathroom. 
“Fuck!” James shot out of bed and pulled on a pair of jeans and a sweater. “Padfoot!” He slammed his fist against the bathroom door, “Get out! I need to brush my teeth!”
At 10:25 James was stumbling into the library and staring around. He was sure that his hair was sticking up every which way as he looked to see where his tutor was. 
He saw you, Sirius’s cousin who the marauders all affectionately called Baby Black, much to your chagrin, sitting at a table in the library, looking over a piece of parchment with a red quill as you twirled a spoon in a cup of tea. 
“Hey! Baby Black,” James said, slamming his hands down on the table where you were, “are you my tutor?”
“You’re late,” you said, “and don’t call me that,” not even looking up from the parchment. You were the same year as the marauders but you had about as much to do with them as you did with the other Black cousins: Regulus, Narcissa, and Bellatrix. You preferred to forge your own path at a school that was seemingly bursting at the seams with your family. Sirius often talked about how you had been the luckiest of all the Black children as your parents, while a little wicked as was Black nature, were the calmest and kindest Blacks aside from any Blacks who had been ex-communicated. Needless to say, even though you were in Slytherin you were nothing like anyone in your family. 
“Sorry, sorry. I have a wicked hangover because I was super drunk last night and-”
“Just sit down,” you cut him off, “I’m finishing up grading a quiz from one of my other students in Defense Against the Dark Arts.”
“Sure, sure. Sorry.” James said, sitting down and taking off his glasses. He had a terrible headache and felt like his eyes were going to pop out of his head. 
“Alright, so potions? What do you need to brew amortentia?” you asked after setting the parchment aside. James took a second to look you. He couldn’t help thinking you were gorgeous: the way your lips were slightly parted as you read, the way you twirled your ring on your finger as you spoke, the brightness in your eyes. He was sure you had a great smile too, but he had yet to see it. 
“Uh, right, love potion. Rose thorns and petals, powdered moonstone, pearl dust, ashwinder eggs, uh chocolate?” James looked at you as your eyes narrowed. 
“Chocolate? God really doesn’t give with both hands, does he?” You shook your head.
“Tulip nectar! Pinecones! Fairy dust?”
“Stop guessing. It’s peppermint. You’re more behind than I thought.” 
“Why are you asking about love potions anyway? Got a crush?” James asked, leaning in and looking up at you seductively. 
“First,” you said, pushing James back with your two pointer fingers, “you have to brew amortentia for your potions exam. Second, you smell like whiskey and vomit.” 
“You love it, Baby Black.”
“I will get Regulus to hex you, Potter.” You said with a light shake of your head. You worked with James for the next hour and a half before assigning him some homework. 
“Thanks for all your help, Baby Black. I’ll see you Tuesday?” James tried to send you another winning smile and you shook your head at him. 
“Monday.” You said, pushing your books into your bag.
“I have quidditch on Monday.”
“What are you going to do when you’re done playing for Gryffindor?” 
“Play professionally,” James shrugged, “Marlene’s brother said he could arrange a meeting with the Canons.”
“So that’s it? You’re going to play quidditch for the rest of your life?” You weren’t sure why you were getting so upset about the situation but you couldn’t stop yourself. 
“What’s wrong with that?” James started to get upset too, raising his voice. “Who doesn’t love quidditch?”
“I don’t.”
“How can’t you? Your cousins Regulus, Narcissa, and Sirius all play or played quidditch. Is the sport of the international wizarding world!”
“It’s beneath you.””
“You don’t even know me. You’re just supposed to be my potions tutor.” James snapped. 
“Fine,” you said cooly, “I’ll see you Tuesday, then.” You practically ran from the library. James shook his head and made his way over to the great hall. He tried to search for you at the Slytherin table before he sat at the Gryffindor table for lunch.
“How was the tutoring session?” Lily asked, stabbing at a piece of lettuce on her plate. 
“Fine. You’ll never guess who it’s with.” James said, looking at Sirius who had been trying to lick Remus’s neck for the past minute. Every time he got close, Remus would snap his fingers up and grab Sirius’ tongue. Sirius’ tongue was currently lodged between Remus’s fingers as Remus read the book that was in his other hand. 
“Who?” Sirius asked, trying to turn but was pulled back by his outstretched tongue, “Let me go!”
“Stop trying to lick me!” Remus said, letting Sirius’ tongue go. 
“Anyway,” Sirius stuck his tongue out at Sirius, “who’s your tutor?”
“Your cousin!” James said with an eyebrow raise. 
“Regulus?” Peter cocked his head.
“Don’t be stupid,” Remus rolled his eyes, “you mean Baby Black don’t you?”
“My cousin is tutoring you? Why didn’t she tell me?” Sirius asked, looking over at the Slytherin table. 
“I have no idea.” James shook his head. 
“Oi! Regulus! Where’s the girl?” Sirius asked, tossing a crumpled piece of parchment at Regulus. Regulus couldn’t have given Sirius a more intense glower before rubbing his nose and saying, 
“Excuse me?”
“Our cousin, Reg. Have you seen her?” Sirius looked at Regulus like he was an idiot. Regulus looked around for a moment and shrugged,
“No idea. I’ll check on her after dinner.” 
“Did you say something to her, James?” Remus asked. Sirius took advantage of this moment of Remus’s distraction to lick him up the neck. 
“Ah ha!” Sirius grinned triumphantly. 
“I’m going to murder you!” Remus said, pulling out his wand. 
“Nevermind,” James rolled his eyes. 
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Over the course of the next two weeks, you and James met twice a week for tutoring lessons in the library. One Thursday was just one of those days that was rainy and sleepy and the last day in the week before one of those rare gorgeous three day weekends. It wasn’t a true three day weekend, really, there were no classes on Friday due to a set of makeup exams that were offered to students who wanted to improve their winter exam scores. James was one of these choice students who would hopefully be done once and for all with potions tutoring after the Friday exam. After a full set of classes and an early morning Quidditch practice, all James wanted was to eat dinner and crawl into bed before the weekend ahead of him. Of course, you had chosen today of all days to meet for a final tutoring session before the big potions exam on Friday. 
He was eating dinner when you stopped by the Gryffindor table and sat down next to him.
“What are you doing here?” Sirius asked, shocked by the presence of another Black at the Gryffindor table. 
“I need to talk to James,” you said quickly, “Meet me in the potions classroom in the dungeons for tonight’s lessons.”
“Why the dungeons? What’s wrong with the library?” James asked.
“Slughorn said we could use his classroom so you can fully practice brewing your assigned potions.” You said, getting up from the table, “See you at 8. Don’t be late.” You got up and walked away. James watched you leave the great hall and then sighed, 
“I can’t wait for this to be over.”
“Yeah right,” Remus snorted. 
“What do you mean?” James asked.
“All you’ve talked about these past two weeks is Baby Black.”
“Well yeah. Complaining. She’s annoying.”
“No, not complaining. You can’t stop talking about her. You like her.” Remus grinned. 
“You cannot date my cousin, James.” Sirius said with a hard expression.
“I don’t even like her!” James insisted. Apparently Sirius wasn’t the only Black child that was concerned about you. Regulus stalked over and sat down next to James where you had been only a few moments before. 
“Stay away from my cousin. She’s fragile and sensitive and doesn’t need a rat like you sniffing around her.” He snapped at James. 
“She’s just my tutor! I don’t like her! She barely even tolerates me!” James cried, ignoring Remus’s shit eating grin. 
“I knew it!” Sirius slammed his hand down on the table, “you are trying to fuck my cousin!” 
“Oh my god! I’m leaving!” James stood from the table, looking at the Black brothers. “You two are exactly alike. Why I would ever want to get more involved with this family?” 
“Hey!” Regulus and Sirius said at the same time as Remus cackled. 
“Your cousins are insane,” James said with a head shake as he sat down next to you in the dungeons. 
“You’re telling me.” You muttered. Your hair had been pinned up with your wand stuck through and you pulled your wand out letting your hair fall more freely. You worked with James for the next hour and a half and it seemed like James was going to pass his exam.
“Okay, the last thing I need to do is check on your amortentia, but we can do that tomorrow morning before your exam. Meet back here at eight in the morning.” You replied. You were fanning your neck it had gotten hot in the dungeons after James’ heating potion had gotten a little of hand. You took off your sweater so you were just in a pair of trousers and a thin tank top. James watched a bead of sweat make its way down your neck and into your cleavage.
“Thanks with all your help, Baby Black. You really saved my ass.” He smiled. 
“You worked hard for it, James. No wonder Sirius loves you so much.” You smiled back at him. You had to admit that James wasn’t bad looking at all. He was a bit annoying, the way the Marauders were, but he had a kind heart and easy smile. Before you could fully process what was happening, James was leaning in and kissing you.
“What are you doing?” You asked, pulling away suddenly. 
“I’m sorry! I thought…we were…you aren’t into?” James asked, bewildered. 
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” You scrambled up and ran out of the dungeon. It wasn’t until you were at the portrait in front of the Slytherin dormitory that you took a minute to stop and let your fingers ghost over your lips. You felt a small smile crawl onto your face and thought about how sad it would be to no longer have an excuse to see James. 
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“Where’s Moony?” James asked as he burst into the dormitory. 
“Sucking my dick.” Sirius called from his bed. “Ow! Fuck Moony enough with the teeth!”
“What do you need James?” Remus asked, sticking his head between the curtains. 
“Can you talk? Privately?” 
“Yeah, just a second. I left my notebook by the charms room today. You can walk with me.” Remus got dressed and walked alongside James to the charms classroom.
“So what’s going on, Prongs?” Remus asked. 
“Okay, first, you can’t tell Sirius I told you this.” James started. 
“You’re freaking me out, James.”
“I kissed baby Black.” James blurted out. Remus stopped dead in his tracks and looked at James. 
“You did what?”
“I know! It’s just…she was so nice. And she’s so warm but still sassy and she hates quidditch and doesn’t worship me or anything. And it was hot in the dungeons and she had her sweater off and I don’t know what happened but I kissed her and she ran from the room. Oh god, Moony what did I do?” James was rambling. 
“Okay. Alright. Listen. Did she say she was going to tell anyone?” Remus asked. 
“She didn’t say anything.” 
“You better hope she doesn’t tell Sirius. Or worse, Regulus. You should talk to her.” Remus shook his head. 
“I have to see her tomorrow for her to check my potion before the exam. I’ll talk to her then. Will you come with me?” James felt his stomach flip at the thought.
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James felt like his feet were cinderblocks as he made his way to the dungeons with Remus. You were there, in that damn tank top again, looking at the potions. 
“Oh good,” you looked up and gave him a shy smile, “you’re here…with Remus.” Your smile faltered. 
“I’d like to talk about-” James started but you cut him off. 
“Let’s just look at your potion.” Your words were clipped. 
“Alright, Remus why don’t you smell it first and let us know what you think and we can make sure it smells different to everyone.” James said. Remus bent down and took a large sniff of the bubbling liquid in the cauldron. 
“Smells like chocolate, parchment, leather, vinyl. Sirius. Nice job, James.” Remus sat back a little and smiled. “After you Ms. Black.”
“Alright,” you took a large sniff, “Clean cut grass, butter beer, hot Yorkshire pudding.”
Remus was stifling a smile, “And you James?”
“Firewood, a freshly sliced apple, vanilla, and…the Black estate? That smells like you.” James looked up at you confused. 
“I’m going to leave you two alone.” Remus stalked out of the dungeons, sending James a knowing look on his way out. 
“You smelled me in the potion,” James grinned. 
“You must have brewed it wrong.” You shook your head but you couldn’t hide your smile either. 
“You hate quidditch.”
“You’re a stupid jock.”
“You undress me with your eyes every time you see me.”
“You are Sirius’ best friend.”
“You are Sirius’ cousin.”
You grabbed James by the back of the neck and kissed him hard. James’ hands found your waist and started pull at the hem of your tank top. You took the tank top off and laid back on the desk. 
“You’re so beautiful.” James muttered, taking his shirt off too. He sunk down his knees and buried his face between your thighs. His tongue was as long as it was sharp and it darted in and out of your opening. 
“Fuck,” you murmured, your hands in James’ hair as you practically road his face. You came on his tongue before pulling him back up to kiss you. James unbuckled his belt and pushed himself inside you. You started to move your hips but James stopped you.
“Just,” he sounded strained, “I need to adjust for a moment. I’m so close, already, baby.” 
“Oh my god,” you grinned, pulling James closer so his forehead was against yours. James nodded and started to move. He pushed himself in and out of you and you were both moaning, especially when James reached a hand between your bodies to rub your clit. You saw stars as you came with James pulling out and cumming on your stomach soon after. He laid on top of you as you both tried to catch your breath. 
“Potter, what the fuck are you doing?” A new voice said. You and James turned to see Regulus and Sirius standing in the doorway of the potions classroom. 
“Oh Prongs, we’re going to have to kill you.” Sirius shook his head sadly.
“Oh fuck, you’re Sirius’ cousin.” James could only bow his head. 
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my favourite faceclaim of james ever... aaron taylor johnson <3
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ddaisychaser · 6 months
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hockey player james headcannons for those who love this au as much as i do muah!
• so so sweaty when he gets home from practice. as much as you love that james is like a personal heater for you when it comes to those cold rainy night cuddles or womanhood surprisingly greets you one morning, he also is a sauna coming off the ice. yet, he’s so excited to see you, that when he burst’s through your apartment door and jumps on the bed to give you kisses, they aren’t very enjoyable when your comforter and clothes get soaked by his presence.
• of course, he somehow then manages you to take a shower with him every time.
• wearing his jersey might be one of the reasons james will ever burst out into tears of pure happiness. the first time you both started dating and you came to one of his games with ‘potter’ displayed across your back, wearing his number, poor thing almost got knocked out by a flying puck because he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.
• speaking of flying pucks, james definitely has lost a tooth or two from his reckless behavior and cocky attitude, that perhaps sometimes the other team don’t seem to understand. as much as we all adore james’s kindness and big heart, that boy is a loose canon on the ice. usually finding home in the penalty box more that either one of you would like.
• if you don’t know how to skate, it’s your lucky day! because you best believe your first date consist’s of james taking you out into the empty arena, and spending all day holding your hand as you get used to the ice. don’t worry about falling though, because james would be damned if you ever hit the ice without him catching you. those big muscles aren’t just for hockey wink wink.
• definitely is the cutest little grump if his team is to ever lose a game. james loves winning (not as much as he loves you) but considering being captain, all he wants is for his team to cherish the sight of holding the number one title and a great big trophy to display in the locker rooms. speaking of, when he does walk out after losing a game, his face immediately falls into the comfortable crook of your neck and leans all his body weight into you. just mumbling, “i tried baby, i really did.” before kissing that sweet spot behind your ear.
• dating james also includes your position as the team’s ‘mom’ james will make sure every one of his teammates adore you just as much as he does, and to give their full respect if you are to make your presence know. yet, if james isn’t around, all those boys are doting on you and asking for favors. ‘hey y/n! can you help me find my jersey?’ or, ‘y/n, i can’t figure out this recipe. can you look it over?’
• as james watches his teammates over time grow fond of you, of course he get’s sweetly jealous. mumbling, ‘sweetheart, why do you have to help sirius with his homework? you are suppose to be hanging out with me.’ although james can’t even lie, watching you bond with the team is such a hilarious, yet special, moment to witness.
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Lily's Sister (Part 7)
Regulus Black AU
Summary:  You are Lily’s younger sister. Regulus never becomes a death eater but abandoned his family for the order. The two of you have a love/hate relationship that intensifies after you come back from a year abroad.
Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader
Rating: M- smut
Link to Part 6
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“The Mckinnons are dead.”
Those words took a moment to populate in your mind before you were able to react. Your hands automatically went to cover your mouth! While you should be entirely shocked by this news (afterall, people on both sides died). It was still shocking to hear that all of the Mckinnons were dead
Oh Merlin, Marlene!
Your heart ached at the realization that one of your best friends was gone forever.
“Did you say the Mckinnons were dead? Like all of them?”
Regulus questioned. Sirius only nodded. He couldn’t bring himself to repeat it. Knowing yet another one of his childhood friends had met a grizzly fate was something Sirius didn’t want to keep repeating.
Regulus was silent for a moment. While he didn’t give two shits that Noah was dead, the news the whole family was wiped out was shocking. His gray eyes flickered in your direction. You hadn’t said anything since Sirius dropped the news.
“Fuck, now they are wiping out whole families.”
Regulus grumbled before turning his attention back to you. He wrapped a hand around yours gently squeezing.
“I’m going with Remus to set up all of the arrangements. We don’t even know who to contact now that all of them are dead.”
Sirius wasn’t surprised when Regulus didn’t appear at all interested or bothered. This was just typical Regulus Black behavior.
“Yeah, good luck with that.”
Regulus commented before turning to go find fire whiskey.
You, meanwhile, turned your attention back to Sirius.
“Marlene…did it…appear that she suffered?”
Sirius took a shaky breath. He didn’t want to tell you everything. Sure, you had every right to know but this was still one of your best friends.
“Unfortunately, yes. You know what they were up against. I’m sorry about Noah.”
Regulus’ grey eyes flickered in his brother’s direction as you pressed your lips together.
“Noah wasn’t anything special to me, Sirius but thanks. He had no issues giving me hell over dating Regulus earlier today. I suppose I feel bad that I don’t feel bad enough.”
Regulus smirked and took a sip of his drink. Something told him that he would probably have ended up killing Noah for how he talked to you had some death eater not beaten him to the job.
“Well, Noah was awfully jealous of the two of you.”
You only nodded as Lily walked into the room. Her eyes were puffy as she looked in your direction.
“I talked to mum. She’s fixing a roast chicken tonight. Would the two of you feel up to coming with us?”
Regulus instantly made a face. He DID NOT expect to meet your parents that quickly. His evening plans consisted of shoving you in a nice steamy shower and having his way. Now, he had a feeling that he was about to go give your father some cheesy line about how much he liked his daughter.
“I probably shouldn’t introduce myself as the man who makes Y/n’s legs shake.”
Regulus thought with a smirk as Lily turned in his direction. Lily’s smile faded. She was not at all happy with the lover that you decided upon. Lily would have much rather that you ended up with Sirius vs Regulus. She knew that you would have to fight Remus or join some kind of throuple but at least it would be with someone decent.
“You might as well come along too, Regulus. We should get mum and dad introduced as soon as possible.”
“You sound so excited.”
Regulus grumbled before turning back to you. He knew that you weren’t looking forward to going anywhere either. You were devastated about Marlene. Now Lily wanted you to make some kind of social call.
“Sugar, do you want to get this over with or shall we do it at another time?”
Regulus’ voice pulled you from your thoughts. He was hoping that you would say tonight wasn’t a good time but that didn’t happen.
“Lily’s right. We might as well get this over with.”
An hour later, you stood outside of your parent’s home with Regulus at your side. He hadn’t said much since arriving. James was his normal golden retriever self as he reached for the door.
“Hey Regulus, now the heat can be on you. Thank you for coming along and getting it off of my shoulders.”
Regulus gave James a cold glare as the front door opened. You had been thinking of things to say to your parents for some time. Turning up and looking devastated wouldn’t end well. Your mom had a nose like a Doberman and could detect the slightest thing being “off.”
While your parents knew about the war in the wizarding world, they hadn’t been told entirely everything.
“Let's go in here and act like everything is fine. There is no need to worry mum and dad more than necessary.”
Lily commented as her eyes met yours.
“No, there isn’t. They will never sleep at night if they knew everything.”
You replied. James grinned. He wanted nothing more than to ease the tension.
“Maybe you also shouldn’t mention that you are sleeping with Regulus already. Something tells me that won’t go over well.”
“James, I will give you money to shut up.”
Lily grumbled at her husband as your mother opened the door. You were so thankful to see your mother’s warm kind smile. With everything that had happened that day, you needed something warm.
“I’m so happy to see all of you!”
Mrs. Evan said happily before moving to kiss Lily. She quickly grabbed a hold of you next. Wrapping your arms around your mum’s shoulders, you took a moment just breathing her in.
“Hi, mum.”
You said, faking a smile. Silently, you prayed that your mum would buy it. Mrs. Evan’s cupped your face. It was always good to see her baby.
“Y/n, sweetheart, I haven’t seen you in weeks. You are looking well. Are you doing alright? Your eyes look puffy.”
You faked another smile.
“I’m fine, mum. I promise. Mum, I have a boyfriend. This is Regulus. He’s Sirius’ younger brother.”
You watched as your mother took a step back and looked Regulus over. Maybe it would be funny later but your mum reminded you of a wary motherbird.
Mrs. Evans meanwhile, was carefully taking Regulus in. She could tell he was Sirius’ brother. He shared the same perfectly handsome good looks that the boy who had become like a son to her possessed. Something about Regulus, however, was different. He didn’t seem nearly as extroverted as Sirius was.
While Mrs. Evans had her concerns she decided to push those out of her mind for now. She could always talk to you about this more in-depth later.
“Nice to meet you. How long have the two of you been together?”
You had returned back to Regulus’ side and squeezed his hand.
“Officially, yesterday but we’ve been seeing each other for a bit.”
You decided to leave screwing like bunnies as “seeing each other.”
“It's a pleasure.”
Regulus added in a quiet tone. His quiet nature was coming right back out. You hadn’t expected Regulus to chat your parents up as if he had known them for years. In fact, you had expected him to be quiet.
“Come on in, I am finishing the finishing touches on dinner. Your father is in the dining room waiting.”
Mrs. Evan commented in your direction. She decided to let you be the one to drop the whole “boyfriend” topic on your father.
James and Lily walked in as if nothing major was happening. For once, the attention would be off of them. James was looking forward to seeing Mr. Evans lay into Regulus. He didn’t foresee Mr. Evans being too thrilled with Regulus’ reserved nature.
Regulus looked around the home as he followed you down a narrow hallway. His eyes glanced at the family photos lining the hallway. He knew good and well that your family was muggles but seeing no movement in the photographs felt strange to him.
With each step, Regulus could easily point your pictures out. They went all the way from a baby photo up to a family portrait that was recently taken.
“Merlin, she’s stunning.”
Regulus thought with an internal smile as you turned to face him. He suddenly couldn’t remember why he liked to bug you so much in school. Maybe it was because he always liked you but didn’t want to admit it because of your blood status? Now none of that mattered. Regulus didn’t care that you were a muggle-born and, if the two of you had children someday, that they would be half-blooded.
“Children? What the fuck? Where did that come from?”
Regulus thought, in total confusion. The two of you had been dating officially for a day and here he was being dopey thinking about you. Regulus didn’t know how to exactly process that thought. Never before, in the history of his life, had Regulus ever been this “feeling” over. You were making him question everything about himself. Since when did Regulus even entertain the thought of having children? As far as he was concerned, Regulus hated children. Now...he wasn't so sure about that topic.
“What is this girl doing to me?”
Mr. Evans’ talking pulled Regulus from his frantic thoughts. Regulus quickly looked to the middle-aged man who had stood from his place at that table.
You had let go of Regulus’ hand to go hug your father.
“Dad, it's good to see you.”
You said as your father kissed your cheek.
“It's good to see you too, sweetpea. What’s new?”
You turned your attention back to Regulus. Had the situation not been a bit tense, you would have made a joke about how Regulus looked ready to run right back out the front door.
“Dad, this is my boyfriend, Regulus.”
You chuckled at the expression of sheer annoyance on your father’s face. Mr. Evans had the same reaction when he met James or Vernon for the first time. According to your father, no man was ever good enough for his daughters.
Mr. Evans looked Regulus over carefully. The boy in front of him looked less than pleased to be in his home. Something about the perpetually bored expression on Regulus’ face made Mr. Evans raise an eyebrow.
“Ah, what to do you know? So, Regulus, what do you do for a living?”
Regulus didn’t let his cool calm composure falter.
“I’m the muggle equivalent of a lawyer.”
You looked between Regulus and your father with a wary look.
“We went to school together.”
You added. Your father nodded before turning his attention back to James. Mr. Evans would ask his own questions later.
You edged your way to where Regulus stood as your mother called Lily into the kitchen to help with dinner. It was no secret that your mother was interrogating Lily about Regulus.
“Well, that was exciting.”
Regulus said in a soft tone. You winced.
“Want to come see my old room?”
Regulus quickly looked up at your father. The last thing that he really wanted was for Papa Bear to hear that.
“Don’t you think they will notice that we have gone missing?”
Regulus questioned. You rolled your eyes.
“It will be fine. They won’t notice anything. Dad is grilling James and mum is busy with Lily. We will have a few moments.”
With that, you turned and pulled Regulus out of the room toward the stairs. After the day that the two of you had, you had an itch that only Regulus would be able to fix.
Regulus, meanwhile, was chuckling to himself. Did he realize that you were this big of a tart? No. He expected you to be a little more tame but, as usual, you were proving to him that he was right about nothing.
You opened the door with a smirk. As Regulus walked past you, you reached out slapping him on the ass. It took Regulus all of three seconds to pull you into the room and shut the door. You were pushed against the door and had Regulus pressed against you before you were able to register what exactly happened.
“You’re going to pay for that, little girl.”
Regulus said in a stern voice. He reached down to wrap his hand around your thigh, hoisting it over his hip, You bit your bottom lip as Regulus shoved your head to the side.
“I hope that I do.”
You replied. Regulus leaned down to kiss your neck.
“And you said that I was slut.”
Regulus murmured against your neck before biting down. His breath was hot against your skin with each kiss and nibble. You took your want out, casting a silencing spell on the room before moaning. Regulus moved his hands down to cup your breasts. He squeezed and teased your nipples through your dress.
“Let's see how ready you are.”
Regulus said, in that dominating tone that made your clothes fall off. His hand slid up your thighs. You gasped feeling the coolness of his rings on your skin. The moment that Regulus made contact with your bare flesh, he froze.
“No panties and making love in your childhood bedroom…such a naughty thing.”
Regulus said as he stroked his finger over your pussy lips. They parted easily for his fingers. You were swollen and puffy. Regulus used the pad of his longest finger to tease your clit. He rubbed softy at first before rubbing harder. You cried out, your breath ragged and knees shaking"
“Come for me, sugar, Come for me now or I’ll lay over my lap and spank you. You’ll have to go downstairs and face your parents with a red little ass.”
Regulus whispered in your ear. You did exactly as Regulus told you. You came in a deep and shuddering orgasm. Regulus held you close, feeling the pleasure energy run through your body.
“I would love a blow job but we don’t have the time. We can’t let your mummy and daddy know what I’m up here doing to your little twat.”
Regulus said with an evil little smile. He slowly unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down enough to get his cock free. Regulus was half tempted to leave you like this. Make you face your parents, still wet and frustrated…but he couldn’t be that cruel. Especially not after he removed his free hand from your body and it was soaking wet. You were most definitely going to have your pussy stretched.
Regulus was hard and aching for you. It was still amazing how you were like sexual kryptonite to him. It wouldn’t make much more than a wanting look from you for Regulus to be ready for whatever could happen.
“Please, Reggie…”
You whimpered as he continued to tease your opening with the head of his cock.
“Fuck, sugar. You beg so pretty.”
Regulus groaned before pushing his hips up enough to completely sheath himself inside of you. He set up a nice steady pace, pumping in and out of you. You put a finger on your clit and strummed it in time to Regulus’ thrusts. It didn’t take Regulus long to feel your orgasm building. Each time your pussy spasmed around his cock, Regulus felt the burning need to come building within himself too.
Your eyes were closed in ecstasy with each snap of Regulus’ hips. How you would face your parents all flushed was a mystery that you weren’t ready to think of yet. Regulus whimpered your name before coming hard within you.
“You really are a little tart.”
Regulus murmured as he leaned down to kiss you once more. You giggled against his mouth.
“And you love it.”
Regulus was about to say something cheeky but froze hearing Lily calling your name…
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thatboisus · 3 months
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the fan cast for the young marauders is without a doubt one of the best fan cast i have ever seen it’s so perfect and flawless whoever is responsible seriously needs a kiss on the forehead
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love-fictional-ppl · 2 months
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Boobjob w/ Subby!James
James is already in love with your tits so when you bring it up, he looks like a kid in a candy store.
James can’t help but fondle your titties the minute he sees them bare and in the open. Pinching and twisting your nipples to his pleasure, he seems to forget about his aching hard on being neglected.
Reaching forward, you free his member. Gasping at the sudden shock of cool air against his cock, James pinches your nipples even rougher. You let out a pained and pleasured moan, sitting up you spit on James’ dick and start stroking it.
“F-fuck, good girl,” James groans.
You then move his penis to sit between your boobs, moving your hands to either side of your breasts you then squeeze them together to suffocate James’ cock.
James hisses out, “Oh my fucking god, your tits feel great.”
James spits, lubing your boobs and his cock up. You can’t help but squeeze your thighs together, feeling aroused by the sight of James falling apart from your tits alone.
“Sh-shi-itt, more, Mommy.”
You speed your motions up, licking at his dripping tip, which peeked out every time you moved down on his cock. His dick was twitching, needing the high that was so close to him.
“O-oh! Yes I’m about to c-Um!” As soon as he could finish warning you, he sprayed your face and tits with cum. James couldn’t help but still feel turned on by the sight of you, covered in his cum. Scooping some of the cum off your tit, he lifts his fingers to your mouth and shoves them down your throat. Wanting you to gag around his fingers, he hit your uvula purposefully causing you to tear up.
“Can we please do this again?”
A/N: not proofread!
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pretty-little-mind33 · 9 months
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Masterlist & Intro
Welcome! My name is Sky. I'm 19! My guidelines are simple. Minors must NOT interact with anything that has (nsfm) as a warning in this blog. Thank you so much for respecting that boundary :)
This blog is mostly a place where I'll post my works for multiple fandoms depending on what mood I'm in lol or what inspires me!
Here is a list of the character/fandoms I'll most definitely write for (if you would like, please feel free to request something and I'll try and write it)
- Conrad Fisher - The Summer I Turned Pretty
STARLIGHT - You've always felt inadequate compared to Belly, but it's possible you never had a reason to.
DIRTY LITTLE SECRET - When Conrad Fisher catches his secret girlfriend masturbating, he loses his mind. SMUT (nsfm)
- Kaz Brekker - Six Of Crows/Shadow and Bone
WEAKNESS - Kaz Brekker isn't insecure…
- James Potter - Harry Potter/Marauders era
KING OF MY HEART - You and James are friends with benefits until daisies and an incident with one asshole Quidditch player stirs up some hidden (or not-so-hidden) feelings.
MAROON - James usually doesn't like violence but he'll fight anyone who bad-mouths his girlfriend.
LAVENDER HAZE - Having a thing for your best friend's dad was your dirty little secret. Up until it wasn't so secret anymore. SMUT (nsfm)
THIS LOVE - Sometimes your lovely boyfriend can have a hard time with the word 'no'.
HOW YOU GET THE GIRL- You've never had your first kiss — well not until you stupidly kiss the boy you've had a crush on since forever, the same boy who happens to be your best friend.
FOOLISH ONE - James was and would never be yours.
TIMELESS - James wants to take you out to one of his families' fancy parties. However, he underestimates how cruel people can be when someone is different.
*** related: muggle!reader ***
ENCHANTED pt.1 - Three weeks after his devastating break up with Lily, James wanted Remus and Sirius to bring him to a muggle bar in central London.
SWEETER THAN FICTION pt.2 - After months of dating, James finally tells you he's a wizard.
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YOU ARE IN LOVE - You never realized how much of an idiot your brother's best friend is until he becomes jealous.
GLITCH - You never intended to admit you would fuck James Potter. You hate him. Well, turns out you hate him a little less when he's touching you in ways you'd only dreamed of. SMUT (nsfm)
WILDEST DREAMS - Finding out that your ex-best friend might have smelt you in the Amortentia feels as surreal as you smelling him.
INVISIBLE STRING - When you're having cramps, your boyfriend doesn't even think of shying away from helping you in anyway he can.
STAY BEAUTIFUL- When you overhear some of James's friends comment on your weight, James comforts you.
SANTA BABY - James wants to make his family's Christmas special.
NEW ROMANTICS - When your "friends" play a dangerously stupid prank on you, James is the last person you'd think would help you.
COLD AS YOU - You want your boyfriend's attention again.
I THINK HE KNOWS - Your boyfriend promises to watch over you when you want to get drunk. SMUT (nsfm)
BEGIN AGAIN - James has been persuing you for years and you've never said yes, until now?
END GAME - Playing Quidditch against your secret boyfriend is usually fun…
GOLD RUSH - You're a stupid drunk and James Potter is very very bad at dealing with his romantic feelings.
DAYLIGHT - When your boyfriend finds out he didn't make you come, his anger quickly turns into lust. SMUT (nsfm)
• Sirius Black
• Remus Lupin
• Poly!Marauders
- Tangerine - Bullet Train
MASTERMIND - Since the mission in Tokyo, you wanted Tangerine out of your life as soon as possible. Instead, he stormed back in to save you from yourself.
DRESS - Your best friends promised never to tell you about their dangerous job. However, all goes to shit when you find out another way.
NO BODY, NO CRIME - You meet a sexy, dangerous, stranger on a train. And he somehow ends up kidnapping you?
- Alexei Vronsky - Anna Karenina
MY SUNSHINE - When Alexei brought you a kitten, he didn't think you would spend your entire time with her.
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