#and you’d think he’d have raised Harry better or loved him better?

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The worst thing about Wolfstar is that Remus’ mediocrity and negligence is blamed on Sirius to facilitate a false equivalence that hinges entirely on Remus having Sirius’ personality and Sirius having no personality.

#sirius black #remus lupin critical #marauders #hp #with the way fandom harps on about Sirius’ reckleness and irresponsibility #you’d think he was the one who abandoned his pregnant wife and unborn child #and blasted his dead best friend’s kid into a wall in his other dead best friend’s house #You can argue that Remus owed nothing to the Potters ans Harry #I’d agree and say this is exactly why James AND LILY made SIRIUS the godfather #Dude was out there feeling sorry for himself when Sirius was crawling out of Azkaban and eating Rats for Harry #While Remus could hardly be persuaded to stay for his own kid #and you’d think he’d have raised Harry better or loved him better? #I think not.

[freedomfireflies]

Pillowtalk*

Summary: An extra for Mine*

Save a horse, ride a pillow.

Turns out, Harry isn't always so forgiving.

Word Count: 4.4k

(This one shot is separate from the events of the last extra!! Just something smutty for fun!)

*Contains Mature and Explicit content! Please only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞 You are so much more important!*

You know you’ve fucked up even before Harry walks through the door.

He’s normally a very patient man. Very forgiving. Understanding.

But you know today will be different.

See, you’ve done the one thing he absolutely hates, more than anything in the world:

You’ve lied to him.

Or rather, you’ve refused him. Refused his suggestion. His offer to help you relieve some tension. And not because you don’t want to or because you feel uncomfortable. Because you know if you’d used your safe word, he would have dropped it instantly, no questions asked.

But you know he’s been watching you for the past few days. Noticing how you rut against him in your sleep. Throw a leg over his thigh and grind down without even realizing. Whimper beneath your breath at the faint contact before curling into his side.

See, you’ve been fighting your subspace for weeks. You’re not sure why it’s kept trying to creep up on you. Maybe you’re lonely. Maybe you’re in heat. Maybe you just need Harry to fuck you into the mattress to set things right.

But he’s been incredibly busy. And stressed. And the thought of bothering him with this has been out of the question. So, you’ve kept it to yourself.

It wasn’t until Asher found you squeezing a pillow between your thighs earlier today that Harry became aware of how serious it was.

Asher had called him instantly and told him before Harry made him put you on the phone. He was anxious to fix it for you, asking if you’d like to come to the warehouse so he could help you out. He’d play with you, kiss you, cuddle you, and make everything better.

But you hadn’t wanted to be a bother. You’d brushed him off, told him you were fine. You’d watch some TV and get over it.

And he hadn’t liked this, instead suggesting that he leave work altogether and come home so he could dedicate the rest of his day to you.

Another proposition that you refused. Insisting once more that you didn’t want to take up any of his time. You knew he was busy, and this was nothing. You weren’t an animal. You’d be fine.

It was your second refusal that upset him. The way you lied just to please him. How you put his needs above your own.

You knew he wanted to chastise you over the phone, but he simply offered a solemn but chilling goodbye before the line went dead.

So, you handed the phone back to Asher with a sheepish raise of your eyebrows.

He tutted sympathetically as he said, “Oh, sweetheart. You’ve done it now.”

It became clear then just how badly you’d fucked up. And you could do nothing but wait for your boyfriend’s return as the anxious pit in your stomach began to form.

This is how Harry finds you a couple of hours later. You’ve been anticipating him, his driver having radioed to Asher about his arrival before he left.

And you’ve done nothing but pace the living room floor, practicing what you’ll say when you see him. Which will be any second now. You can hear him coming up the stairs, the heavy boots on his feet echoing in from the hall. 

He can’t be that mad. He can’t. Not after he hears your side. 

You’ll start with a string of apologies and then an explanation. And maybe he’ll understand because sometimes you don’t think when you’re in this type of headspace, and surely he’ll be able to see that. Surely he’ll listen to reason—

“Hi, mama.”

The normally loving nickname is murmured beneath a low strain of voice, and you look up from the carpet to find the man of the hour.

Shit.

He’s standing by the now closed door, eyes narrowed, and expression stern. His tongue is running over his bottom lip and he casually makes his way into the apartment just as Asher steps out of the room.

“Hi,” you call timidly, hands sliding behind your back as you wait for him to approach. “How was…how was your day?”

“Fine,” he replies after a long moment of pause. “Before I got a rather upsetting phone call.”

You swallow, lashes fluttering the closer he gets. “I know, I’m sorry. I…look, you’ve been under a lot of stress, and I know you were just trying to help, but I didn’t want to—”

“No,” he says simply, bringing your spiel to a halt. “No, I don’t want to hear you speak again until I give you permission to do so. Is that understood?”

Instantly, your lips press together as you nod once. Shit, shit, shit.

“Good.” He takes another step, and it feels as though he sucks the air right out of your lungs. “Do you understand why I’m upset?”

Another nod, wordless.

“Do you understand that I don’t like when you lie to me?”

Nod.

“Do you understand that if you’re struggling or floating away from me, I need to know?” He’s close enough now that you can smell the faintest whisper of cigarettes and cologne. An oddly comforting mix. “That if you lie to me when you’re in your subspace, it’s incredibly dangerous? And scary?”

You hadn’t thought of it like that. In fact, it never even crossed your mind to imagine how he might feel to be put in this sort of position again. Especially after the last time. 

 Guilt crawls up the back of your neck as you fight the urge to look down at the floor, forcing eye contact with the tall man before you. 

You motion your agreement once more before Harry’s hardened expression softens.

“Did you know you were slipping?” he asks gently, now reaching out to brush his palm along your cheek. “Because if this was an accident, and you weren’t sure, then I won’t be mad at you, sugar.”

You could say no. You could get yourself out of this mess with one simple word. Make him happy. Reassure him.

But…you knew. You had a suspicion even if you weren’t one hundred percent sure. And lying to him again will only make the damage worse.

You press your hand over his, keeping it against your face. Soaking up the contact and the few short moments of his relaxed demeanor you have left.

“Yes,” you whisper quietly. Bashfully. You don’t look at him. You look at the collar on his shirt, willing the tears to stay inside. “And I was scared.”

He takes hold of your other cheek now, grasping onto you with concern and love as his brows furrow. “Scared how, mama? What can I do?”

You whimper, fingers slipping around his wrists. “I didn’t want to take you away from your work. It was more important. And I didn’t want you to fall behind or feel like you had to help me. I thought I would be okay, that I could fight it. And I could wait until you weren’t as busy.”

He’s still frowning but it’s softer now. As though he’s in great pain. “My sweet girl,” he exhales, stepping closer until your chests brush. “I never…ever feel like I have to help you. I want to help you. I thought you knew that.”

And you do. But when you’re in that sort of mindset…

He sighs. “I never meant to neglect you. Or leave you here or make you wait. You are the most important thing in the fucking world to me. There’s a reason I have so many men working for me, and it’s so they can take over whenever I need them to. Whenever I have better places to be. Like here. With you.”

A tear falls but his thumb gingerly wipes it away.

“I worry about you all the goddamn time,” he murmurs, and your stomach flips. “It’s hard enough being away from you, but knowing you were in so much pain and so much frustration when I wasn’t here to fix it for you makes my fucking skin crawl. It’s the scariest thing in the world to me to know you’ve slipped when I’m not here.”

You nuzzle into his touch, remorse clouding your vision.

“It’s even scary when I am here,” he whispers, almost as if admitting a secret. “Because it proves how much you trust me. And all I want to do is keep you safe, keep you mine. Keep you. In any way I can.”

“I know,” you finally say. “I know, I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to upset you.”

He scoffs a bit beneath his breath, like it wounds him to hear you say this, and you can see the repercussions of it on his face.

“Sugar,” he breathes, “asking for my attention will never upset me. My attention belongs to you. It’s yours, always, every fucking second of every fucking day. Even if it’s just a headache and you need me to come home, I will. I will always put you first.”

Your heart feels as though it blooms in your chest.

“And if I can’t be there,” he continues, “I know there’s someone else here to keep you safe until I can be.”

With this, he glances over his shoulder toward his second-in-command, who’s now leaning against the doorframe, watching you both closely. 

Surprised, and a bit relieved, you and Asher exchange a small, knowing smile before you look back to Harry. “I know. I’m sorry. Really.”

And you can tell this hasn’t fixed anything, but he seems somewhat comforted by this as he leans forward and presses his lips to yours. His palms pressing hard into your cheeks to keep you close.

“I know,” he echoes, leaning back and releasing you. “But you still lied to me. When you knew better. And actions have consequences, don’t they, mama?”

Your blood runs cold as you nod mutely and watch him walk toward the couch. He’s relaxed yet firm. The air in the room shifting instantaneously while he nods at Asher who begins walking closer as well.

Everything is spinning, your head, your heart, your stomach. You have no idea what to expect next, and as Harry takes a seat, you decide that you probably aren’t going to like it.

“I promised I would always take care of you,” he begins, throwing an arm over the back of the sofa as his right-hand man comes over to sit beside him. “And I plan to keep that promise, even after you’ve been so disobedient.”

You notice now the large pillow in Asher’s hand, and a hundred and one questions flash through your mind as it’s handed to your boyfriend.

“So, that’s what I’m going to do,” Harry says, taking the object from him before tossing it toward the ground at your feet. “Gonna let you ride this pillow until you feel better.”

Oh.

It all clicks now. Makes perfect fucking sense and heat floods your cheeks as you look from the pillow to the two men in front of you. 

Harry nods his chin, the corner of his mouth curling up into a rather sadistic display of reassurance. “Go on.”

And you can’t refuse him again. Can’t argue or try to talk him out of it. He’s made up his mind. In fact, he probably decided on this the moment he hung up the phone earlier today.

Instead, you swallow thickly and slowly lower yourself onto your knees. You can’t deny that you’re slightly…thrilled by the idea. Something you assume Harry knew you would be. No matter how callous the man can be, he always puts your pleasure first. Even when he’s upset.

And yes, this is meant to humiliate you. Which it does.

But you like the idea of them watching you. Of them seeing the way you get yourself off with something as pathetic as a pillow.

“Uh-uh,” comes a warning tut, forcing your eyes up. Harry is frowning, head cocked to the side. “Panties off, mama. You know better.”

You do know better, and you nod mutely as you warily grab hold of your shorts to tug them down, your underwear following suit.

Now left in nothing but your thin tank top, you return to your position on the floor, hands on your thighs as you kneel before the pillow.

The men are far too relaxed as they settle back into the cushions, looking down at you with smug appreciation.

“Come on, Sugar,” Harry pushes, once more encouraging you to begin. “Haven’t got all day.”

And Asher smirks at this, arms crossing over his chest, focused eyes glued to yours.

So, with a deep inhale, you scoot forward, grabbing onto the pillow to angle it the way you need. Then, you straighten up a bit, pushing and fluffing the cushiony fabric just so before pulling it between your thighs. 

Once it’s in the right place and you feel comfortable in your straddle…you lower.

You can’t help but gasp as your cunt makes contact with the pillowcase, the soft yet somewhat rough material like ecstasy as it slides between your bare, silky folds. 

The boys are quiet. Far too quiet for your liking. Not even a hum of approval or a look of excitement. They watch you like they’re watching the daily news. Intrigued yet hardly fascinated. 

You suppose this is a part of your punishment, but it breeds something insatiable in your stomach. Making you want to earn their interest and admiration.

You begin to rock yourself back and forth. A steady rhythm, just to get started. The need you’ve been fighting for weeks returns tenfold, growing stronger with each brush of your clit against the side of the fabric.

Then, Harry speaks.

“Talked to Cal today,” he says to his partner, glancing over as if somehow, that conversation is more important than watching you soak the pillow between your legs.

It makes you frown.

“Yeah?” Asher responds, looking over as well. 

Harry nods. “He’s working on expanding the shipment. Said he found a way in.”

“Good. You think he can handle it?”

“Probably not, but that’s why it’s not the actual shipping container. I’m leaving that to you.”

Asher laughs, and the amused sound makes your stomach clench. “And what’ll you do if he finds out you’re testing him?”

“If he’s really on our side, he’ll understand,” Harry says simply. “And if he has a problem with it…we’ll take care of it.”

The ominous threat has you whining softly in the back of your throat as you squeeze your eyes shut and work your hips a little faster.

This time, Harry chuckles. “She’s cute, isn’t she?”

“Very,” Asher replies, and even without seeing them, you know they’re smirking at you. “Maybe she should disobey more often.”

“Maybe,” Harry agrees. “It’s more fun this way.”

Your head lifts, attention finding them as you plead with your boyfriend to have a little mercy on you.

But the second he sees you looking, he smiles and shakes his head.

The living room falls silent for just a moment as you continue to thrust against the material in search of more.

It’s building, slow at first and then really fast. A very prominent wet patch has begun to form and knowing you’ve most likely ruined this poor pillow makes you whimper as you arch your back.

Your knees slide on the carpet, spreading you open. Over and over and over you rut against the cushion, breathless and panting for air.

And it's nice. Tantalizing, in a sense. But it will never be the real thing. Never be able to satiate your appetite the way you want. Can't fill you, or fuck you, or leave you.

Yet, despite its faults, it helps get you there. And maybe you should have been doing this all along.

Harry’s focus glues to you now, eager to see you come, and it makes your heart soar as you sneak a glimpse of his handsome face. Punishment or not, having his eyes on you is like an honor. Knowing that he could be looking at anyone…but he’s looking at you.

Your orgasm rips through you like a tornado, tearing your insides apart as you practically collapse on the floor. Hips twitching while you attempt to ride it out.

Again, a certain quiet settles over the room, and you feel relieved to know you’ve completed this little exercise, no matter how degrading. You’re ready to jump up onto your feet, crawl into his lap, and bury yourself in his arms for the remainder of the night.

But it seems Harry has other plans, and he hums condescendingly when he sees you begin to sit up.

“Where you goin’, mama, hm?” he calls.

You blink.

“You’re not done yet,” he says, far too pleased for your liking. “In fact, you’re not done until I say you’re done.”

…shit.

“So, go on,” he instructs, once again nodding at you. “Give me another.”

With that, he leans back against the couch, leaving you to wilt under the stares of the two men above you. 

Shaking slightly from the aftershocks, you squirm a bit over the pillow and steady your stance. Then, with a deep breath, you lower yourself back down and drag your pussy over the side of the fluffy material. 

But you’re incredibly sensitive, and you instantly lift up with a mewl as you attempt to get away from the sensation.

“Sugar,” Harry warns, “s’part of your punishment, and you know it. You gonna make Daddy even more upset?”

It takes all your strength to whisper, “No,” before you begin again.

Pleased, they return to their previous conversation, allowing you to twitch atop the cushion as you whine and cry out pathetically from the overstimulation.

Your poor, puffy clit is rubbed raw against the pillowcase yet even through the slight pain, you feel relief. Because this type of ache makes you excited. Makes you want to find reprieve and drives you toward the end. 

So it’s not too difficult to work yourself back up, now grinding against the floor as though you’re a rabid animal in heat.

Your legs are sore, knees bruising from the harsh sting of the carpet. But you don’t mind. You can see how proud Harry is of you, even if he’s not always watching.

This is your punishment. And if taking it like a good girl will make him happy, you will. Take anything he gives you.

The second one is slower to form and unravel but it’s still just as potent. It forces a shudder to roll down your spine as you moan lewdly and tremble from your spot on the ground.

Hoping that this will be enough and that he’ll have a bit of compassion on you, you glance up expectantly.

However, he simply runs his tongue over his bottom lip.

With a slight sink in your stomach, you press your palms into the floor and readjust your straddle.

It aches a lot more now. And it’s so bad, it’s good. Tears are quick to slip down your cheeks as you writhe and buck against the fabric, joints strained, and pussy abused. It's damp between your legs. And while the idea is invigorating, you don't know how much more your body can handle.

“Please,” you whisper, glancing up through the water in your lashes to plead with the man before you. “Hurts.”

“Does it?” he coos, frowning some but it’s incredibly condescending. “Does it hurt as bad as you lying to me?”

You shiver again, choking on a soft, pathetic whimper as you continue to gyrate along the edge of the material. “Daddy, please—”

“No.” It’s so simple, it makes your stomach flip. “Keep going.”

“Please—”

“Mama,” he warns lowly, and a fresh wave of arousal seems to rush between your thighs. “Begging won’t help you today. You’re gonna keep going until I tell you to stop.”

So with a pitiful cry, you continue your thrusts along the pillow, chest heaving from the deep breaths you’re attempting to take.

Harry watches you closer now. Perhaps to make sure you’re all right, and knowing that he’s still worried about you, even when he’s dominating you, is all you need.

You try to make the most of your punishment. Try to get yourself to the next one the way he wants. And it almost kills you, but you carry on. Lowering your shaky fingers toward your cunt as you scoot up to make room.

You circle them around your clit a time or two, indulging in the way it feels. It’s not as teasing as a pillow and it makes you clench in a desperate flutter as you begin to thrust against your hand.

“Uh-uh,” he suddenly calls, a low bark of disapproval. “Did I tell you to touch yourself?”

And you could practically disappear through the floor from the chasting tone of voice as you glance up. “Need to—”

“No,” he repeats, just as unrelenting. “Move your fucking hand.”

“Please—”

“I said no. Would you like to make this worse?”

And that’s the last thing you want. Because the look in his eye tells you he’d happily leave you untouched for weeks on end if that’s what it took to help you learn.

And you’d rather this pain than that.

With a mangled gasp, you pull your fingers from your soaking pussy and instead raise them to your chest. Needing to please him somehow, and he’s always been privy to your breasts.

You take hold of the low-hanging neckline on your tank top and rip it down until your left tit is revealed. Then, you squeeze it in your hand—tight. Groping the delicate flesh as you rut atop the pillow. Exactly the way he asked.

You vaguely catch the way both men shoot you smug looks of approval, endlessly entertained with this little display as you’re left to your humiliation on the ground by their feet.

So, you switch your focus. Linger on the tent in your boyfriend's pants as you picture how hard he must be about now.

You're pleased that this degrading act of remorse is turning him on. And you wish, more than anything, that he'd take out his cock and present it to you.

You'd suck him into your mouth eagerly. Flick him with your tongue before dragging it along the underside. He'd be heavy and warm between your lips. His fingers would bury into your hair as he forced himself down your throat, making you swallow around him.

And he'd groan through gritted teeth. Praise you the way he loves to do. Or maybe he wouldn't. Maybe he'd tell you how fucking pathetic you look with spit dribbling down your chin. Tell you that you can do better. That you need to be better to make him come.

The mere thought makes you stutter, sucking in a sharp inhale as you work your tit and cunt faster to the thought of him.

Always to the thought of him.

“That’s it,” Harry says, tossing both arms over the back of the sofa while his legs spread apart. “What a cute, pathetic little bunny, hm? Look at you, humping your poor pillow just to get some relief. Bet you like it, don’t you? Like showing us how desperate you are?”

You moan again as his words instantly and expertly work you back up that peak.

“Should I start calling you Bunny?” he continues, and Asher grins. “Are you my naughty Bunny, baby?”

Your eyes roll back, hips stuttering through the pace you’d begun to set as you cry a little harder and fight to keep going.

“Please,” you whisper, head shaking quickly. “Can’t…can’t do it—”

“Yes you can,” Harry corrects, a bit harder but still laced with encouragement. “Know you can, sugar. Come on—”

“No…no, hurts. Can’t—”

“Keep going,” he says. “Make us proud, Bunny. Don’t you wanna make Asher proud?”

And you can’t even look at the man in question because you’re so humiliated and so overcome with about ten different emotions. Instead, your focus finds the floor as you suck in a shaky breath.

“You’re all right, sweetheart,” you hear Asher offer, and it makes you whimper as you force your head up.

He’s smiling at you. It’s incredibly proud although still haughty, and it does something to this desperation you’ve already begun to succumb to.

“Go on,” he adds, and you drop to your elbows.

You become deranged. Yearning for this release more than anything in the world. 

You’re a blubbering mess, practically collapsed on the ground as you roll your hips at a swift pace.

“Please,” you whine again. “Need…can’t—”

“Shh,” Harry murmurs, now leaning forward as he rests his arms over his knees to peer down at you. “You’re okay. One more, Bunny, come on.”

This praise and encouragement are nice but not nearly as nice as the smell of him as he gets closer. You’d do anything to feel his hands on you. In any capacity. Do anything to have him hold you. Or kiss you. Or just make it better.

“Think of it as my face,” he adds, and you whimper just from the thought. “Know you love to ride my face, don’t you, mama? So go ahead. Ride that pillow like it’s me, yeah? Make me happy.”

It shouldn’t work so well, but it does. You can already picture the glistening of his chin. The puffiness of his lips, all swollen and red from how he’s licked you clean. The way he’ll pull your clit into his mouth by his teeth before releasing it. How he’ll scratch down your ass to keep you stuck to his tongue.

He’s always so good. So fucking good to you and the moment you imagine it…it hits you.

The noises you make are loud and incoherent, and you feel as though your body is being ripped apart by the cruel hands of the sadistic men before you. Despite the fact that they aren't even touching you.

You begin to weep dramatically the minute it subsides, which is only a second or two later, and instantly, Harry is dropping onto the floor in front of you.

“Okay, okay,” he whispers, quickly pulling you into his arms as Asher crouches as well to pull the pillow out from between your legs. Relieving you of the stimulation. “You’re okay, sweet girl. M’right here. You’re okay.”

He tucks your head under his chin as he strokes your back and cheek for comfort. And it’s so perfect. All you’ve ever wanted, but you can’t stop crying. Even if you aren’t inherently sad. 

You don’t know what you are.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you gasp, nose nuzzling into his shirt. Comforted by the warmth of his chest. “I’m sorry. Didn’t wanna make you angry. I’m so sorry—”

“Baby,” he exhales, holding onto you tighter. “I’m not angry. Promise. Could never be angry with you—”

“I hurt you,” you whimper, and you feel his breath catch. “I hurt you, Daddy. I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to hurt you. Was trying to be good. Trying to be patient—”

“Oh, my darling love,” he whispers, pulling you away from his body only so he can shower your face with kisses. “I know, baby, I know. You are so good to me. So patient, so kind. You’re okay. We’re okay.”

Your fingers clutch onto his dark button-up as though he’s going to let you go. “I’m sorry—”

“Don’t have to be sorry,” he hushes you, eyes flicking to Asher as they exchange a certain look before Harry is nodding once and Asher is standing to his feet. “It’s okay. It’s over, yeah? I’m here.”

You sniffle as you watch the other man go, lashes filling with water again. “Where’s he going? Did I make him mad?”

“Never,” Harry tells you, nuzzling his nose against your cheek and snaking his arms even tighter around your frame. “Never, mama. He’s just getting the bed ready.”

You look back, blinking some of the wetness away. “Oh? What for?”

“I wanna hold you,” he says simply, leaving another kiss to your bottom lip to help it stop quivering. “Haven’t gotten to hold you in forever. Just wanna sleep with you in my arms for a bit. Is that okay? Can Daddy do that?”

“Yes,” you say quickly, nodding. “Wanna make you happy.”

“You do, sugar,” he chuckles but it sounds sad. “Always make me happy. You’re my favorite fucking thing in the whole world.”

It’s exactly what you’d needed to hear, making you blush the entire way to the bedroom as both boys help you get settled under the covers. 

Harry instantly pulls you into his chest the moment the two of you have laid down, but before Asher can offer you your privacy…you’re thrusting a hand toward him.

“Stay,” you call quietly, lips pushing into a pout. 

He freezes in the doorway.

“Stay?” you repeat, eyes pleading with him. “Please?”

He looks toward his boss, who frowns a bit before nodding once, allowing him to return to the bed.

Asher is gentle as he takes a seat on your other side. Almost as if scared to cause a rift in the dynamic.

But you simply smile and hum as you nuzzle back into Harry’s embrace.

“There,” Harry smirks, keeping you close. “Better?”

“Better,” you whisper, already drifting off. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“Always,” he whispers back, pressing his mouth to your forehead and keeping it there until you fall asleep.

And it’s better than any dream in the world. 

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Want

“--and you’d think, after rereading the chapter twice that I’d have a bleeding clue what Vector was on about, but I haven’t. The OWL is going to be a complete disaster.”

“You could always fall asleep in the middle,” Harry suggests, smirking. “I’ve heard that’s an effective way to get out of OWLs.”

“Excellent advice,” Ginny snorts. “And anyway, what are you on about, ‘fall asleep in the middle'? I thought you had a vision?”

It’s odd to joke about what was arguably the worst evening of his life – the worst evening in a life already rife with horrific evenings contending for the top spot – but he finds that the twinge of grief and regret doesn’t come. Not while her warm hand is clasped in his. “I did,” he says airily. “After I fell asleep.”

“You’re a terrible influence,” she snickers, smacking his arm lightly with her free hand. They’re not taking the most direct route from the Library to the Gryffindor Common Room, choosing instead to meander lazily in the relative privacy of the nearly-curfew corridors. They’ve ended up somewhere on the fourth floor, somehow. “What’ll you do when I flunk out of Hogwarts, eh?”

“You won’t,” he answers.

“I might,” she says warningly, and then she heaves a great sigh. “I suppose I could stay at home and help Mum with the chickens, assuming she doesn’t murder me…” 

She’s joking, but Harry thinks he sees a glint of something resembling genuine worry in her expression. He’s reminded irresistibly of himself in the days leading up to his expulsion hearing, how he’d gone to Sirius, hoping desperately for reassurance that expulsion wouldn’t mean the end…

“If you do, we could always just move to France,” Harry says. “According to Fleur it’s better there anyway.”

Ginny raises an eyebrow. “‘We’?”

“Yeah,” Harry says, nonchalant. “You’re not ditching me here to do NEWTs alone.”

Ginny stares at him, and then a smile spreads across her lips. “Yeah, alright. But not France. I’m not going anywhere Fleur thinks is good.”

“Wherever,” Harry shrugs easily. “I’m not fussy.”

Ginny tugs at his arm so he’s facing her, and then she backs him slowly up against the craggy stone wall of the corridor, and he feels his heart quicken. “What about Siberia? Would you go there?”

She’s pressed herself up against him, her hands snaking up around his shoulders, and he’s finding it difficult to think at the minute. “Siberia could be nice.”

She presses her lips against his, so soft, and his breath hitches in his chest. Before he has the chance to melt into her, she pulls back, but only just. Her eyelids are fluttering, and her lips still ghost against his as she whispers, “The Sahara, then?”

“Sure,” he agrees, not caring where he’s agreeing to as long as she’s there, and then he’s kissing her. He wonders vaguely if he’ll ever get used to this: the feel of her pressed up against his chest, the way his life seems so much brighter now that it’s lit up with her fiery glow, how dangerous wanting has become now that all he wants is her. 

He kisses her, and pulls her in closer, and the want nearly swallows him whole - to touch her everywhere, to have her for more than just a fleeting moment, to escape the sword hanging overhead, poised to slice him open along the seams she’s only just sewn together. 

Siberia could be nice, really. No prophecy, or Horcruxes, or Voldemort. Just Ginny, her skin dappled with freckles, and the cackle of a laugh that he loves coaxing out of her. 

He might be free to want her and actually have her there. 

#hinny #canon compliant #hbp missing moment #hinny fluff

[lionizingheathen]

Please I need to see you writing something with dbf!James Potter (I would be so happy if you add some size kink too)

This is territory i haven't explored, so I apologize if it is not what you are after (All parties are 18+)

DBF!James Potter x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, Age gap, Jealousy, Size Kink, Some Degredation, masturbation, oral sex male recieving

Bless Theodore Nott’s money and his want to date you, even if it would never happen… the money, the cars, they were both wonderful reasons to take little trips home to visit your little brother.

"I had a great time with you today, I'd love to see you again sometime." Theo said, and you nodded.  You’d missed him, he was such a good friend.

"Absolutely." You pressed a kiss to his cheek, squeezing his hand before you straightened up.  "I'll see you later."  You called over your shoulder, and you waited for him to speed away before you turned toward your house, making a beeline for your door.  You didn’t want anyone to see you getting in, this was a quiet visit, you weren’t wanting to get in any conversation-.

"Y/N.  I didn't realize you were home from University." You jumped, glancing over to see your neighbor, Mr. Potter, leaning on his lawnmower, sweaty from lawnwork.  God, he was so hot… you’d forgotten that, forgotten how hot he’d looked at your father’s pool party… that was the last time you’d truly seen him, you’d left for University the week after.

"Mr. Potter!  Hi, yes, I'm home for the weekend, just needed to see-." He raised an eyebrow, running his fingers through his hair with a frustrated sort of grunt.

"Some boy."  He finished, and you sighed, shaking your head.  No, going out with him was a chance to spend time with an old friend.  It was not the reason why they went home.

"My brother, is what I was actually going to say."  You said, and he nodded, looking skeptical as he straightened up, stretching up, drawing attention to his waistline, your eyes being drawn down to his crotch.  God, you wanted to ride his cock.

"Hm." He examined his nails, giving you a look. "Certainly seemed like you were here for someone else entirely." Why did he care?  This didn’t affect him at all, he’d barely paid you any mind aside from the times that you’d babysat Harry… Granted, he was a bit more reclusive since he lost his wife, so it wasn’t surprising.

"I can't hang out with an old friend from high school?" You asked, and he chuckled, shrugging as he wiped his face with the hem of his shirt. You tried to not stare at his exposed lower stomach, the tight abs, the line of dark hair that disappeared below his waistline... you clenched your thighs and glanced away, trying to cast any thoughts of your father's best friend out of your mind.

"A friend who wanted to fuck you." James snapped, his tone coming out a little bit rough, a little bit dangerous, making a shiver run down your spine. God, if you didn't know any better you'd think that James Potter was jealous... He probably wasn;t, but the bare idea of it was enough to make your knees get weak, thinking about him taking you right and now, making you scream his name and apologize for your attitiude.

"He does not-." He cut you off quickly, frustrating you with the way that he did that with ease, placing his large hand on your shoulder. Like he did it all the time.

"Oh, please. I'm a man, I know when someone wants that. I know it very well." He said, and you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms across your chest as he walked over to you. You looked up at him, setting your jaw. Yeah, he was hot, but why was he being so fucking cocky about this?

"How would you know? No one's fucked you since your wife passed away." You fired back, and he scoffed, dropping his hand from your shoulder as he took a large step back. Well, that was very telling, you knew you were probably right, but god...

"You have no way of knowing that." He snapped, and you smirked, shrugging your shoulders as you rested your hands on your hips. He was such an open book, it was no surprise you'd figured that out with ease.

"Except for perception. It's clear." You said, and James was silent for a moment before he looked down at you, raising an eyebrow.

"Is this how your father taught you to talk to his friends?" He asked, and you shrugged. Honestly, your father had never really given you any direction on how to talk to his friends because you rarely even thought of talking to them in the first place

"My father didn't ever tell me how to talk to his friends." You said, and he shook his head, grimacing as he took a step back onto his side of the lawn, walking away backwards.

"Stay away from that boy-." You cut him off, feeling frustrated. He didn't control you, he wasn't anything more than a man who was occasionally in your house... unless he was making you cum, he had no control over that, and that was simply a pipe dream.

"I don't have to do a single thing that you say. I'm an adult, I'll hang out with whoever I please. I'll fuck whoever I goddamn please. Goodbye." You walked up to your door, yanking on it. locked. And you knew your keys were on your desk. You shook your head and sighed, resting it against the door. "Shit." You hissed, and a moment later you heard someone walking up behind you.

"Y/N? Are you alright?" James asked and you turned around, giving him a small smile as you shook your head. All the frustration was draining from that situation now that you were locked out, now you were just angry at yourself for leaving your keys at home.

"No. I'm locked out and my father is out for the night." You sighed, and James raised his eyebrow, clearly not seeing the problem.

"Can't your brother come to the door?"

"He's at a sleepover tonight, so he's not home either." You explained, and James chewed on his lip for a moment before jerking his head towards his house.

"I have an empty guest room. It's getting late, come inside." James said, and you paused. While he was being nice, you still didn't feel you should come in unless the invitation was only a formality.

"I don't want to put you out-." He waved you off. Okay.

"Y/N. I offered. Please come in." He said, and you nodded, following him across his lawn and into his house.

"God, I haven't been in here for months." You sighed, taking in the house. It looked more or less the same, but it felt different. More like a house and less like a home... Lily had brought it to home status.

"It's a little messy." He said, and you shrugged. There were some empty bottles and a couple of things strwen about, but it wasn't dirty. Just... human.

"It just looks lived in, that's better than looking clincal." You said, and he nodded, sighing as he rested his hands on his hips. He had bags under his eyes, looking more stressed the longer you actually took in his frame.

"That's... thank you." He said, and you nodded. You meant it, it was still comforting even if it wasn't the same.

"Of course."

"Well..." He rubbed the back of the neck, both of you standing awkwardly for a moment. You could kiss him, no one could stop you... but if he didn't want that, that would be bad. "Guest room is down the hall. I'm going to go into my room, the door will be shut, just knock if you need anything." He said, and you nodded.

"Okay." You had nothing to wear to bed... that either meant sleeping naked or sleeping in jeans. "Shit." You whispered, and he paused, turning around to look at you.

"What?" He asked, and you waved him off. Truly it was such a small thing.

"Nothing, don't worry about it." You said, and he let out a chuckle, leaning aganist the wall.

"Well, now I'm more worried than I was before." He said, and you shrugged. No need for any of that.

"I don't have any clothing to sleep in." You said, and he furrowed his brow. Yeah, wasn't that big of a deal, excatly like you'd said.

"Oh, I'm sorry-."

"No, it's okay. I can just... sleep naked. I do it all the time, it's why my dad insisted that I get some curtains-." He cut you off.

"Ahem..." He disappeared into his room for a moment before thrusting a large shirt into your hands, not meeting your eyes. "Borrow this. But give it back." He said, and you smiled, crumpling it in your hands. You'd turned him on, you could tell from the look in his eyes.

"Thank you, Mr. Potter." James grimaced.

"James. You can call me James, it's okay." He insisted, and you nodded. That felt unnatural, but you would still do it... it was only right if he was asking

"James. Right." You paused, listening to the silence of the house. Where was he? "Where's Harry?" You asked, and James gave you a funny look.

"He's gone at school." He said, and you nodded. Right, that weird boarding school... He'd be back at Christmas then and so would you, you'd have to stop by, say hello.

"Right, I keep forgetting about that..."

"Come on, he's only two years younger than you." He said, and you nodded. Yeah, but he was always a kid in your mind, it just never left.

"Feels like he's a child to me..." You picked up the photo on his table, the last one taken before Lily passed. Harry was holding her hand and James was "God, sometimes I forget how bright his eyes are."

"Yeah, he's got her eyes for sure..."

"Does it make you miss her more?" You asked, and he nodded, a sad smile on his face.

"Of course it does. I miss her every moment of every day." James sighed, leaning against the counter. You placed a hand gently on his bicep, resting the urge to squeeze it. So strong.

"She was terrific." You said, and he was quiet for a moment, introspective as he tucked his hands into his pockets, jerking his head toward his room.

"I'm going to turn in for the night, if that's alright." James said, and you nodded. Yeah, you should too... Your dad would probably be freaking out when they got home.

"Of course." You said, and he gave you a small smile as he opened his door, pausing in the doorway.

"I'll see you in the morning, Y/N." He said, and his door was shut a moment later. You wandered down the hallway, looking at the framed photos of James and Lily with Harry before she passed, how happy they looked... you missed having her next door, she'd been a comfort. Inside the guest room you found a bed mostly made, but missing a comforter... maybe it was in the closet?

"Fuck..." You couldn't find the blanket. "Mr. Potter?" You called, but he didn't respond. Okay, so you'd have to go find him... You crept down the hall, knocking quietly on his door before opening it, hearing soft noises from inside.

"Mr. Potter, I was wondering-." You paused in the doorway, mouth falling open as you watched James try to cover his lap with a blanket. "Oh god." You gasped as the blanket fell, revealing his cock, the tip glistening. He was even bigger than you expected, thicker too, and you rubbed your thighs together at the thought of taking him all.

"Y/N! Close the door." He insisted, and you still stood there, drinking him in.

"I..."

"Close the door, please." He begged, and you shook your head, kicking the door shut behind you as you stood against it. You were fucking him. Tonight. There was no stopping you.

"Fuck, you're so big, James." You gasped, walking toward him. He was frozen, hand still on his cock, the tip leaking clear precum as you pulled James' shirt over your head, making his mouth drop open. You saw his cock twitch in his hand.

"What?" He asked, and you nodded, walking closer, watching the way that his eyes clung to your chest, chewing on his lip. He looked so fucking good.

"Do you mind if I... take over?" You asked, and his mouth dropped open as he blinked rapidly, like his body was trying to catch up to his brain. You leaned down and kissed him deeply, feeling him moan against your lips as he pulled you down on the bed. You slid your tongue into his mouth, tangling your fingers in his hair as you felt him grip your ass, grinding you against his cock. So hard. You sat up a moment later, slipping down to your knees in front of him with a large smile. He grunted, tangling his fingers into your hair as he looked down at you through heavily lidded eyes.

"Y/N, you don't have to-." You leaned forward, swirling your tongue over the tip of his cock, moaning around him as you gripped his shaft, jerking your hand up and down. He leaned his head back, gasping before he glanced down at you, looking slightly frantic.

"You taste amazing, James." You sighed, leaning forward again before he could speak, taking him as deep as you could down your throat, gagging as he hit the back of your throat, making your eyes water. You breathed through your nose, trying hard to ease him deeper. You wanted to die around him.

"Fuck, your mouth is so hot... God, you're taking me so well... You don't have to take it all-." You lifted your head, looking him in the eyes as you ran your hands over his large thighs. You wanted him to ruin you in every sense of the term.

"Make me take it all."

"God, you're such a whore, aren't you? Never knew I had such a good cocksleeve living next door..." He said, his voice sounding gruff, sending shots of electricity right to your clit. God, he was so hot.

"Mmm." You groaned around him, feeling his hand push your head further. He pushed you until you had him all the way down your throat, your nose pressed to his pelvis as you struggled to breathe around him.

"That's it baby, that's it... doing so well." He sighed, and you beamed at the praise, bobbing your head up and down as you worked with his size. He was easily the biggest you'd ever had, stretching the corners of your mouth as you continued to suck him off. You couldn't ignore the throbbing between your thighs anymore so you reached down, spreading your thighs as you rubbed at your clit. You heard him let out a small gasp.

"Touching yourself for me, baby?" You nodded, shivering at the pet name. God this was probably the hottest thing you'd ever done with anyone, and he wasn't even inside you.

"Mhm."

"Why don't you fuck yourself on your fingers, hm? You look pretty fucking desperate... so worked up over sucking my cock... Been a while since I've had someone as eager as you." He sighed, and you moaned around him, letting him fuck into your throat. God, it felt so fucking good to be used by him.

"That's it, baby. Fuck yourself faster, I know you can." He said, and you nodded, fucking your fingers in and out faster as you swirled your tongue around his cock again, making him jump.

"You sound fucking pathetic, Jesus... thank god you forgot your key." He gasped, and you nodded, reaching up to slide your hand up his chest, shivering at the feeling of his skin. He groaned above you, placing his hand over yours.

"I'm getting close... Fuck, I'm gonna cum." He groaned, and you trembled, feeling yourself reaching the edge too. God, you wanted to taste him.

"Mmm..."

"I'm gonna cum down your throat, baby. Gonna take it all?" He asked, his voice getting a little more gruff as his hips began snapping up, making you gag around him.

"Mhm." You let go, your thighs trembling around your hand as you tried to focus on taking his cum while working yourself down "Mmph!" You gasped, slumping onto his lap as you continued letting him fuck your throat.

"Oh... Fuck..." He stilled, pushing your head all the way down again, cumming down your throat. "Swallow it. Swallow. Good girl." He said as he pulled away, tracing a finger under your lips.

"Fuck, that was so hot... Seriously, Jamie." You sighed, standing up before you let him pull you back down on top of him.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah..." He brought his hand between your thighs, but you winced and batted it away. That'd been intense enough. "Mmm... too sensitive right now. And I know you're tired, old man." You joked, and his mouth dropped open in mock offense.

"You've got such a mouth on you." He looked you up and down and sighed, shaking his head. "God, I really wanted to be able to fuck you tonight..." He sighed, and you nodded. That would've crossed two things off your bucket list.

"Yeah, me too... got a little carried away though, didn't we?" You asked, and he smirked, pulling you down into a lingering kiss.

"Tell you what, you can ride my cock in the morning, I know you're dying to take it." He mumbled.

"Tired already?" You asked, and he shoved you lightly, opening one eye to glare at you.

"Leave me be, I've got work in the morning." James muttered, his voice filling with the sound of sleep. You nodded and sat up, searching for the shirt he'd given you on the floor, pulling it over your head before you stood up, pressing a kiss to his hairline.

"Okay." You whispered, and he caught your arm before you could leave, squinting up at you.

"Where are you going?" He asked, and you jerked your head toward the door. To the bed he'd told you to sleep in, obviously.

"Guest room?" You asked, and he grunted, furrowing his brows as he easily yanked you back into bed beside him, wrapping an arm tightly around your body.

"Sleep here. With me." He murmured, and you smiled to yourself, wiggling close against him, feeling the strength of him surrounding you.

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[chrisevansonly]

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: what better way to celebrate your first christmas season together than by wearing matching christmas pyjama’s

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none, just fluffy goodness

𝐚/𝐧: i am in such a december christmas mood now that it’s almost the holiday season and idk it’s giving me little bursts of energy to write so here’s a lil harry fic for you all! i know it’s been a while, don’t worry he’s not going anywhere and is still very much my boy❤️

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“Okay sit down, I have something for you!”

Harry raised his eyebrows at your excitement, I mean who wouldn’t be excited it was the first Christmas season for the two of you as a couple, and you were about to share a tradition with him that you’d always loved from childhood to now.

“Should I be scared?”

“Maybe of how much I love Christmas, but this I promise, will not hurt you”

He couldn’t help but laugh, giving you a simple nod as he settled onto the couch, his eyes watching you with a gentle curiosity

“So I know it’s our first holiday season together, and I wanted to give you this…it’s a tradition that-well I want us to share it…but only if you want to, here..”

Handing him the tissue wrapped package he smiled, taking your hand to kiss it gently before unwrapping your gift. When he spotted the soft pyjama bottoms dark blue with snowflakes and little reindeer, a matching top only it was plain, leaving all the fun to the bottoms he smiled

“Thank you baby, I love them”

“Um do you know why I gave you pyjamas..?”

He nodded

“To be comfy of course!” he stated, enthusiastic as always

“Well yes but…” you paused, walking to the love seat across the living room and picking up the matching pair, and bringing them over.

As soon as Harry noticed his eyes softened and he patted the seat next to him

“You got us matching Christmas jammies baby?”

“I did…” your voice was shy, it almost made you want to internally cringe

“I just, I loved wearing matching pyjamas growing up and I wanted to share the tradition with you…but if you don’t like it then it’s okay!”

Harry was quick to pull you in for a kiss, the thoughts and insecurities melting away as his hand moved to cup your jaw, knowing just how to get you to stop talking

“I love this, and I love you, thank you m’love”

Your heart grew warm at the sheer amount of love he held for you always making you feel that special kind of warm and fuzzy

“I love you…so do you maybe want to put them on and watch Charlie Brown Christmas…? I made cookies earlier”

“You know what, I think that sounds like the perfect night to me”

Some might think it’s silly, not even December first and you’re already in the holiday spirit, getting ready to wear your matching pyjamas, watch a Christmas movie and enjoy yummy sugar cookies, but Harry didn’t care, and neither did you.

He’d do anything to make you happy, and he’d be a fool to skip out on the greatest holiday movie of all, especially paired with your famous cookies, he’d never ever turn those down.

With the snow falling outside, there was no better night to get cuddle up on the couch with his favourite girl, and his new favourite jammies…

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[ma1dita]

truth be told

can be read as a standalone, but part one can be found here: liar, liar

this was a request! here

words: 3k

summary: After everything, only the truth remains. A continuation of your life with Sirius. Loosely follows the events of the books. Sirius Black x fem!reader

warnings: one use of y/n, ANGST guys if i cried writing this you will too, non-descript smut for the plot, ending open to interpretation, Sirius deserved a better life. star-crossed lovers strike again!

a/n: it has been months but i wanted to get this right. Saddest shit I’ve written in a while, hope you enjoy! Let’s rant about how the Blacks have the saddest character arcs…. And this has an open ending, tell me what you think happened!! Tunes attached at the end for your reading pleasure.

(posted: 12/18/23)

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There’s always a proper explanation for drastic life changes. Surely, there’s a reason this keeps happening to you.

At the very least, this time around you feel as if you owe it to your dead friends. You’d never thought you’d be the one to outlive all of them, with how much the world has gone to spite you, but then, you heard about Harry Potter. It was never fair, the way he lost loved ones that you loved too. Perhaps it was sympathy or your ongoing savior complex, but 12 years gives you a lot of time to ponder past transgressions.

So when Remus sent you an urgent letter about Peter being found alive, arranging your international portkey to meet them at Hogwarts immediately was a no-brainer.

Professor Remus, who is so eloquent with words, just casually had to omit the fact that your ex was also back in the picture. And that he was the most wanted wizard in Britain. Truthfully, your life has been much quieter since him. There’s truth in these details…

Now, as you follow Severus Snape to the Shrieking Shack under the guise of catching your ex red-handed, something about this scene feels familiar.

The seed of doubt that was planted back then still lingers as a big and scary thing, all twisted and it rips open old scars for those involved. It makes you stop in your tracks at the entrance of the base of the Whomping Willow and you can't help but be struck by the thought of how much things have changed since that fateful night all those years ago. And yet, somehow, it is all the same.

A pang of guilt stabs at you. The night was supposed to be about catching the big bad Sirius Black, but you couldn't help but be reminded of how important he had been to you back then, and how you loved him. Love him. It was almost as if you were playing the part of the traitor rather than looking for one...

You’re 33 now, after all. What else could go wrong?

—

You hesitate outside the entryway, listening to voices from your past and present intermingle, and the thundering in your heart drowns out the sound of your heavy breathing. Godric, and they said Harry has his life threatened every year? Isn’t Hogwarts supposed to be the safest place on Earth?

As Severus raises his wand to attack Sirius, you step into the light and wordlessly stupefy your colleague, his body dropping to the floor like a bag of rocks. Multiple pairs of eyes meet, some in fear and confusion, but you are immediately drawn to him, his presence calling something within your soul as it did 12 years prior. Sirius Black, your lost love, all covered in grime and more suffering than man. He has that look on his face, the one he’d get when he was about to make a point— and it irritates you so quickly that it’s almost debilitating.

The rush of emotions as you see him again floods you with a memory of a time like this long ago. It hits you like a tide that washes over your senses, the way one breathes in saltwater, all nostalgia and raging hurt, and as you gulp in oxygen, breathing heavily. For a second, the shadows in this dark room look like the friends you lost on a night this, one you no longer talk about.

Guilt, anger, and love all vie for your attention but your mind goes numb as Sirius steps closer, his face twisted in a wry smile as he meets your gaze.

"Hello, wife." He whispers, his voice tinged with affection and regret. He’s different now, older… starved. Sirius steps closer to you blinking slowly, hand grazing your wrist like he’s afraid you’re a figment of his imagination again. He’s spent a lot of time over the years imagining you. But then the anger comes back to the forefront of your brain before he can do anything about it.

You sock him hard in the jaw, and he crumples to the ground like paper. What a scene— Severus lying unconscious behind you, Sirius keeled over holding his jaw, and the Golden Trio stares at you with open mouths.

“Who even are you?” A ginger boy holding a ball of fur almost howls in disbelief. Is that…

“Good to have you back, love,” Remus says with a knowing grin, and then all you can hear is Sirius’s laughter. Despite the blood dripping from his lips he laughs, so filled with enjoyment that he hasn't felt in years.

“Someone’s gotta keep you two in line,” you huff, looking around quickly as you point your wand at the damn rat of a man hiding in the grasp of these children.

“Put him down so I can hurt him,” You spit, and Peter Pettigrew, ever the petty little man launches himself at you going down in a flurry of multicolored sparks and misfired spells.

“Kill him, baby, kill him! You knew it wasn’t me, didn’t you? I’ve been waiting for this… 12 years of it! In Azkaban!” Sirius chortles, almost rocking on the floor in glee, finding this hilarious.

“Quiet you git, or I’ll make sure you’re next!”

A low growl comes out of Remus, and you realize revenge will have to wait once more, pushing the Trio out of the shack. One thing is clear in your mind as you run for your life.

You have got to stop testing fate.

—

Tomorrow, you turn 34. What better way to celebrate than to pay a visit to your ex-boyfriend after he escaped from Azkaban? Clearly, Remus Lupin thinks it’s his best idea yet.

“He’s not doing so well, (Y/N). Can’t seem to adjust at Grimmauld Place and find a new normal…” Remus mutters over the floo network late at night.

“I don’t think normal and that place could ever belong in the same sentence,” you say with a furrowed brow. From one prison to another, you think.

“I just… I thought I’d floo you because I’m running out of ideas. You know… you knew him best.” The fireplace illuminates your face in the small apartment you’ve been residing in for the past month since your return.

“Does it matter? We’re strangers again, just bound together by hazy memories. I wouldn’t know what to do…”

“But I think you do, and he wants you there. Just doesn’t know how to say it. For some of us, memories are all we have.” The image of Remus’s head was getting licked at by the hot flames, and the idea of being in front of Sirius again, not for Order business, but to be even a friend, after everything…

You felt like you were on fire too.

“Isn’t it ironic that the happy memories hurt more than the sad ones, Rem?” Silence greets you from the other end of the fire, both of you knowing that it’s the truth

Sirius sees you approaching the house in the early morning as he watches out the window after another sleepless night. His body jerks up from his hunched position at the bay window, wiping at the corners of his eyes. You came. You’re here. For him.

He meets you downstairs, daybreak peeking in rays of blue and purple behind you, the frame of the doorway separating the two of you along with the realization that you’ve missed each other for longer than you’ve known one another.

You step back into his space, and he takes your coat quietly, scared to make another mistake, scared to push you away like he has many times before.

Something akin to grief holds you there in the foyer, staring at each other in a new light, faces changed by the life you should have lived together. For right now, there’s nothing more to hide, nothing less than the simple truth that you are two different bodies with the same souls. There is no struggle in the way your hand reaches out for his chest, to feel the steady beat of his heart, and for the first time in a while, you both feel alive.

“Sirius…” you whisper. No nicknames, because what do you call him after all that? The man who left that night with hushed promises and left you to handle the wreckage.

The world keeps moving and he’s still stuck there in that cell. In this house. Sirius can’t seem to walk away from what haunts him, but at the sound of your voice saying his name he smiles.

No one’s said his name that kindly to him in years. Not in the way that you do.

“Happy birthday, gorgeous.”

—

You’re 35 now, and you’ve realized that it takes time. Time is all you have when your love is in hiding. You’re caught again between the blurry lines of friends and something more, but the work that has to be done comes first before anything.

And it is driving Remus mad.

You moved into one of the many spare rooms at Grimmauld Place when Remus did, to keep Sirius company and organize affairs for the Order. But to watch you two dance around each other awkwardly makes him want to claw at his skin more than he already has.

“Friends stick together. We help each other out,” you say nonchalantly and Sirius’ head bobs as he helps you put the groceries away one day. Remus is not as amused.

There are a lot of things to fix here, with the house swarming with dark magic and cursed artifacts. You all spent weeks researching the combination of anti-sticking charms to tear down the family tapestry.

Wretched Walburga’s painting was almost one with the foundation of the building, so you found a way to magic it shut forever. To take down the bad memories brick by brick, hurt and shame—if that’s what he wanted, you and Remus made sure it was what he would get. It’s what he deserved. When you finally showed Sirius the closed-off wall, without the invidious glare of his birthgiver, he thought he could kiss you with the happiness it brought him. You have a way of doing that, so intentional with your words, and how you’ve been caring for him, giving him the room he’s learning to occupy again…

So he did.

Hesitantly, then desperately drinking you in like a man left starved, and he had years of a fill to catch up on. He could drown in you if you’d let him.

And you did.

You kissed in the middle of the living room he was once damned in, legs hoisted over his hips as you fall onto the sofa. Frantic movements, kisses conveying words left unsaid, and at one point you both cry in pleasure and relief at being in each other’s arms again. If everything’s gone wrong in life, dear Circe, was this finally right.

His thrusts are slow as he gazes at you from above, hair moved out of your face to properly see you. Calloused hands roam your body that he wishes to reacquaint himself with from the inside out, from your skin to your bones.

“It’s okay,” you sigh as you touch his jaw, “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’m scared to ruin this. To ruin you.”

Your hips slow as you reach around to hug him. Sirius had long come to terms with the fact that he ruins everything he touches, and you’re not an exception in a long line of proof. You gently pull his body down before rolling over him, placing kisses everywhere you could reach. The crease in his forehead, his sunken in collarbones, the lean of his chest until your eyes and lips fall upon the dark etch of your name on his ribcage, under his heart. It joins the many other tattoos that grace his slender body, but it’s the only one in bright, devastating red. Your eyes meet again.

“I…they kept trying to take the necklace away. I had to remember you somehow. I’m sorry,” he says bashfully, eyes flickering to the ceiling in timidity, and the apology slips out from his lips. It makes you smile at how far he is from the arrogant man you once knew.

“Then ruin me then. Again. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Your approval stokes the fire in him, hands grabbing for dear life to feel you more underneath his fingertips and with the movements he makes from under you, striking hard like he has something he needs to prove. As you sigh into his neck and hold tightly onto his hand, you think of how loving him has always been red. Necklace or not, that has always been the truth.

Naked underneath a throw blanket that might scar Remus’ senses when he gets back from his mission and surrounded by the construction job of a house he once hated, Sirius breathes easily with you resting upon his chest. He hasn’t dreamed in a long while, but here, he can conjure images of finally marrying you and making this house a home.

“What are you thinking about? Tell me the truth,” you whisper, and he stops breathing, thinking you’re already asleep. Your fingers rub a mark on his neck lovingly.

“I want you to call me anything else. Baby, sweetness, darling…” he muses with a crackly voice.

“I don’t like my name. You’ve always known that. I don’t think it’s ever been mine. But I have always been yours, even when I didn’t know it. Even if you don’t want me.”

You press yourself closer to him, if that’s even humanly possible, gripping onto his soul.

“Husband it is then.”

—

At 36, you didn’t think you’d be having this fight with him again.

It wouldn’t be Sirius if he didn’t put up a fight. The man who’s spent his entire life fighting to get everything he wants or even a fraction of what he felt he needed. So why would loving him be any more simple?

He won’t easily admit that he’s never experienced life the way he wanted to unless he was with you, the only constant, his only calm. But there’s no way in hell you’re letting him rush out into the night again to never be seen.

“Harry needs me, my love. I need to protect him! You need to stay here,” Sirius bites back at the desperation writhing through his being, needing for you to understand that he wants you safe too.

“I’m tired of fighting you, babe, I can’t…” Your hands slam onto the dining table as he paces around it, running away from you again as he grabs things he needs. The lack of air in your lungs is making everything rush to your head, anxiety making you spiral as you chase him again, reaching out for him like trying to grapple with smoke.

“I can’t do this. I’m not letting you leave without me again,” you wail, and he’s not listening, hyperfocused on saving one of the few people he has left to live for. He laces his boots haphazardly, keys being thrown into his jacket pocket, and it all boils over.

“SIRIUS!” you scream. He stops in his tracks and looks at you in the moonlight, face illuminated by the kitchen window. You’re crying, shaking, with your hand still outstretched for him to hold. He pulls you into his arms and kisses your forehead with all the love he can muster.

“I...can’t lose you again. Could it be easy this once? I’m not the enemy here. Please don’t fight me on this,” you heave between soft sobs, hands crinkling his shirt to keep you grounded.

“You’re coming.” he surrenders, and you nod, both of you knowing it’s the truth. The blue light of a refashioned heart necklace lights the space between you. Fear fills the air again, and he silently grabs your jacket, zipping it up and tucking the pendant underneath your shirt. His thumb brushes over your jaw in an unhurried moment as he looks at you long enough that you wish to stay here forever.

“I love you.”

“I know, husband. I love you.”

Your hand grips onto his and you apparate to the Department of Mysteries.

—

The quiet tragedy of your love will never truly leave your ribcage, and Sirius’s quite literally etched in the skin and bones of him, under his heart.

One moment, he’s fighting for his life with you beside him, and the next, he’s falling. The love never disappeared, though it appeared differently the second time around. You couldn’t love each other the same way twice, with everything that’s changed since the beginning of it, but the love was there. It evolved with you. It endures.

You’re the only family he needs, and this point is further solidified when his cousin sends a killing curse his way, and his saving grace is you letting go of his hand to to blast her into oblivion. He trips backward to the Veil all the same.

“Wife…” he breathes out, being pulled in by nothingness. Your body turns slowly and your eyes meet, his hand out his hand stretches to reach yours. His eyes reflect the red glow of the pendant on your chest, and then you know what to do.

“Husband!” The sound of your voice brings a smile to his face and he shuts his eyes not needing to know how this will end because you’re here, and barely a breath away.

There wasn’t even a second thought to grab his hand, and the both of you are falling, falling again. Hands intertwined, both ringless, yet all the more secure and true. This is how it was meant to be.

—

“I can’t decide if time

Is my enemy

Or my friend

Time takes the pain away

But time takes you away too.”

-Whitney Hanson

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love me some tunes! I listened to these three songs while I wrote: cedar by gracie abrams, adam's ribs by jensen mcrae, the alcott by the national (ft. taylor swift)

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I love your headcannons! Can you do some headcanons on how it be dating Thor (gow) pleasseee :3

Dating Thor (GOWR Headcanons)

A/N: Hey everyone! It’s truly been a while huh? Well here’s a Thor/Top!Male!Reader, I haven’t written for this guy before so any comments or criticisms are welcome!

>>>>>(A little smut so MDNI)<<<<<<

Depending on when you meet Thor your relationship could be very toxic or very sweet.  In his early days the young god was a glutinous, mead drinking, blood thirty monster.  He’d met you after his fight with a red harried warrior, stumbling back to the nearest tavern and drinking his wounds healed.

Your giant form was tucked away in a small corner nursing a light beer and enjoying a savory slice of pie.  Your serenity ruined when the chair infront of you creaked with its new added weight to it.  The smell of blood and alcohol surrounded the disheveled god as his hazy eyes found yours.

“You a giant” he grumbled with a drunken slur as his hand gripped the handle of his hammer.  Your brow raised at him but not a word came out simply returning back to your meal.  This young Thor was used to getting his way without question and using force to obtain it otherwise.  He wanted a fight something to keep him busy and your calm attitude only made him antsy.  His leg bouncing impatiently with each minute of this silent stand still between you.

Even long after you left the god thought about you from time to time.  Leaving to search for the giant with “a sweet tooth” as he coined it.  You knew he was searching for you and when he did you were more than prepared.  But instead of fight you got something much better…

It was a hate filled bitter sweet exchange of pleasure.  The two of you tangled in the blankets of your bed, his loud moans filling the room with each swipe of your tongue on the underside of his cock.

Deep in his heart he hated himself and what he was, a half giant who killed his own people for selfish manipulative gains.  You were everything he hated, a man who looked beautiful, a cozy home, surrounded by neighbors that actually liked you.

Things he never had… things he desperately longed for.

You didn’t rush him out but let him stay curled up into your bed until the sun forced you both out.  He left wordlessly and gave barely a nod before he shot off into the air.  He never told anyone of you or about what he had done with you, his visits would grow more frequent to your home whenever he craved some kind of company.

And for your years this arrangement would continue up until the night of his marriage to Sif.  While he loved her his heart still longed for you even after his sons were born, even when Thrud was fresh into the world he thought of you.

He couldn’t keep his two lives separate and when Magni and Modi were little he’d bring them to meet you.  Letting them run through the piles of leaves that you’d build up just for them.  Teaching the boys to read runes and tell them giant stories and legends from eons before their birth.  

A stark difference to the way they lived back on Asgard surrounded by the toxic and manipulative hold of their grandfather.  Their memories of you were fleeting now that they had grown up and became the lap dogs their grandfather pushed them to be.

Thor was growing more bitter and angry which led to the official end to this relationship that you both had built.  It was only after the death of his sons then divorce did he come back to you.  His broken eyes looking over you with such a glassy look to them as if he wasn’t there.

His days and nights were spent with you until the end of days was upon you…

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A/N: Ngl I really like Thor and this headcanon should probably be something extended on, it really turned it more of a story than a what it was supposed to be. I think I’ll make a separate smut fic to go along with it but we’ll see.

i am working on some more smaller things so if you have requests feel free to send them on, hope you enjoyed and don’t forget your umbrella.

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you wanna know what i’m thinkin’ about paige? harry’s probably pretty sore..🙁 i mean we know he works out a lot but this is tour 🙁 he’s workin’ extra hard 🙁 and as his wife it’s kinda your responsibility to make him feel better 😌 im thinkin’ a nice little bubble bath for your boy 😌 maybe a few rose petals and some soft music in the background to really spoil ‘im 😌 “what’s all this lovie? 🥺” his voice would be soft and he’d start rubbing his thumb over your ringed finger, something he does whenever he’s feeling a little emotional and you’re holding hands 😔🫶🏽. “just a little somethin’ for my rockstar.” he’d pull you to him and press a kiss to your lips “you’re so good t’me, too good for me baby.” he’d whisper in your mouth. his hand would drop yours and they’d both come up to your waist, raising your dress up to your hips before he lifts you up to the counter. “harry! you’re supposed to be relaxing..” “this is relaxing to me.” he’d pull away smirking and slip his hands up your sides, pulling your dress off completely “a nice bath with my favorite girl, nothing could be more relaxing than this.” you’d smile at him, dropping your hands to his pants button and undoing it “i was gonna go set up your other surprise but i can join you for a few minutes..” he’d hum and kiss your forehead “there’s more? you’re spoiling me pet.” “you deserve it, don’t want you to think that just because you’re working that you don’t deserve to relaxing. and that i’m always gonna be here to make sure you’re good.” “god i fucking love you.” he’d pull you into a deep kiss, not letting up until you nibble at his lip needing to breathe. after that you’d both make quick work of undressing and getting into the tub, you’d have your back pressed to his front, his lips on your neck while his hands are running all around your body “i love you so much baby, mean the world t’me.” he’d mumble against your skin “i love you too harry.. cmon, waters cold honey.” you’d have to push him away from your neck, not without a whine though, and standing holding your hand out for him. he grabs your towels and wraps yours around you using it to pull you to him to kiss you again and making you giggle and kiss him back. you’d both dry off and you tell him you’ll get his underwear for him. “h, let’s go to the room.” he pulls his boxers up and follows you into your shared room closely, slipping one hand into the band of your lingerie and the other coming up to cup your boob and thumb at your nipple. he’d chuckle a little when he sees what’s on the bed, lotion and a towel “are you giving me a massage baby?” “only if you want me too.” “oh i definitely want that, absolutely. yes ma’am.” you’d just laugh at him and get on the bed next to the towel and pat it “okay lay down please sir.” he’d lay down, face flat, and you’d start warming the lotion in your hands “okay, you just relaxing okay baby?” he’d hum and nod letting out a soft okay. you’d start on his shoulders, digging into the tension knots. he’d tense up for a second before relaxing and letting out a soft grunt “i know, i’m sorry baby.” “s’okay.. feels good.” you’d hum in response and slowly move your hands down his back, you’d use your palms to dig in when needed. he’d go from giving soft grunts to humming every now in then as you keep working his back over. eventually all you hear is soft breathing and you coo “h.. baby are you sleepin’?” “not yet.. keep goin’ please?” “of course baby.” you’d lean down and kiss at the base of his neck making him shudder and whine softly. you’d rub from his shoulders to his lower back a few times more before he hums “okay, im actually falling asleep now. better stop before you have to pick me up to sleep.” you’d giggle and get off his butt where you were straddling and he’d sit up groaning “fuck that felt so good, im givin you one tomorrow baby. thank you, for the bath and the massage and just everything. you’re the best wife i could ever ask for, i love you so much lovie.” he’d cup your cheek and pull you into a soft kiss, no tongue and he’d hum against you “cmon, wanna hold you.”

OH MY GODDDDKFJCHBUIJRDFNCBHUJDNFCBHBV WHAT THE FUCKJKKCKVJ NFKVNJKM

#harry concept

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Ch. 15: The Petrified

Fandom: Harry Potter (Hogwarts years 1-7) Pairing: Draco x OFC

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Story Masterlist // Romina’s Masterlist

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It was after Easter break that the second years started getting a reminder about what was coming next year. Almost every single class warned the second years that they would have to be choosing classes for their upcoming third year. It became the talk of the day; it had a lot of students going into a frenzy trying to decide what they would take.

"I didn't know Hogwarts had all of these classes..." Arden remarked during their study period in the Great Hall. She, much like the rest of the students there, was looking over the list of new subjects they were allowed to take for the next year.

Romina sat beside Arden and was looking at the same list between them. "I had some idea but now that it's here, it's...real."

Angel chuckled at the two. He sat opposite of them with Carolinha on his left and Draco on his right. All three of them had their individual lists in their hands.

"Spot the newbies," Theodore snickered with Blaise. It was actually amusing how Romina and Arden gave the two a simultaneous glare.

Beside the girls, Daphne and Pansy put their lists down on the table. Daphne sighed, looking very put out while Pansy was quite clearly disgruntled.

"Is anyone taking this seriously?" Angel leaned his head forward to catch the group's eyes. "These subjects could affect our whole future."

Draco snorted. "As if it matters."

"It doesn't?" Romina looked at him, confused. "Were we in the same class?" That's the big speech that Snape had given them before the lists were handed out. According to him, it most definitely did matter.

"Well, to some of us it doesn't matter," Draco said with a smile that Romina just couldn't figure out.

"It's all different for us, Romina," Daphne said abruptly, sighing. She understood exactly the point that Draco was trying to make. "You wouldn't know about it."

"What?" Romina's head flipped in Daphne's direction. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Don't get upset," Daphne said, raising her hands in front of her, "It's just, well, you didn't grow up within our social circle. Everyone knows that a lot of us already have our futures arranged for us."

"What's that mean?" Because Romina still didn't get it.

"Oh for Merlin's sake!" Pansy groaned. "It means purebloods don't have to worry about this stupid stuff!"

"Pansy," Daphne made a gesture to the girl that she needed to calm down. Romina wasn't liking what she was hearing already. "Many families choose the best career and path for their children," Daphne explained, "For example, my parents' marriage was arranged. My mother doesn't work."

Arden let out a snort. "Daphne, I love you, but that's barbaric."

"It's actually very common," Carolinha remarked, drawing both Arden's and Romina's gazes. "Our parents were arranged as well. Our dad's dad was a lawyer and so is our dad now. Our mother doesn't work."

"My mother doesn't work either," Daphne said, leading Pansy and Draco to say the same thing.

"What — so you're not going to work?" Romina raised an eyebrow at the girls. "None of you?"

Carolinha shrugged. "Dunno. Mom doesn't really mind it. I think a lot more families now are more modern."

Romina was progressively more horrified with what she heard, as was Arden.

"It's the dark ages," Arden whispered to Romina who hummed in agreement.

"It's normal for us," Draco said with a roll of his eyes. "Romina, you already know that."

Romina's face hardened. "You better not," she warned him to keep his mouth shut about those lessons he'd given her last summer.

Draco didn't regard it but he didn't slip either. "You're an Oswell. Pureblood family. You have options to continue your family name."

"What, am I supposed to marry and pop out a kid?" Romina shook her head. "No thanks. Let's see that list again." She picked up the subject list from the table and started reading through the classes again.

"Divination sounds kind of cool to me," Arden admitted, "Imagine being able to see a vision!"

"It's poppycock, Arden," Theodore said, but after a moment he seemed to think about it again. "But it would make for an easy class — Zabini, write that one down too."

Arden shook her head at the two.

"Romina, what's catching your eye?" Angel asked the girl curiously.

"Mm, I don't know yet," Romina replied, "Care of Magical Creatures sounds interesting. I'd love a class outside with some fresh air. Plus, learning about all the different kinds of creatures in the Wizarding world sounds cool. I'm not allowed to have any pets at home."

"I think you would do well in that class. You have a gentle touch," Angel said, earning a smile from Romina. When Romina looked at the list with Arden, Carolinha nudged her brother with a knowing smirk.

"I totally wish I could drop Potions," Daphne sighed, "I hate that class."

"You only hate it because you're horrible at it," Draco said dismissively, "So, yeah, drop it."

"Oh, and you're so great at it?" scowled Daphne.

"I am. Fantastic, actually," Draco grinned. "You can ask Oswell."

Romina pursed her lips, not daring to look up from the list. It was a pain to admit that he was absolutely right. He was gifted in the damn class but it would never come out of her mouth.

"It doesn't work like that anyways," Blaise remarked, "You keep all your old core subjects. You just add on to the list."

"Yeah, that sucks," Pansy said disdainfully, "I won't need these classes in my future. That's what happens when you're a pureblood and with good money. Arden, what are you going to do?"

"Stab you with my wand if you ask me that again," Arden said cooly while she studied the list with Romina.

"I hope that whatever classes you two get, they're not the same," Carolinha mumbled.

~ 0 ~

It was time Quidditch and everyone in the school with interest was running for the stadium. It was a long awaited match between the Huffelpuffs and Gryffindor. According to Harry, it was supposed to be their comeback.

"You're going to be late!" Romina shouted from the bottom of the staircase. She could see Harry making the first to run so that he wouldn't be late for his game. "Oh, Ginny," she caught sight of the ginger haired girl coming down the hallway. "You're not going to the game?"

Ginny seemed paler than usual. She shook her head fervently and rushed off.

"I didn't do anything, I swear," Romina said when Harry, Ron and Hermione had arrived.

"Don't worry about it. She gets weird and weirder by the day," Ron carelessly shrugged.

"You might want to look into it then," Romina remarked when they began to walk.

"Kill this time... Let me rip... Tear…"

Harry came to an abrupt stop. He looked around but unfortunately only found his friends.

"No…" Ron gulped, recognizing that face, "...don't tell me…"

Harry ran back in the direction they'd come from, leaving the others to follow. He cautiously ran his hands against the wall, something that caught Hermione's attention.

After a moment, Harry gave up with the silence around them. "It's gone," he informed them.

"Harry…" Hermione raised her eyebrows, "...I think I've just understood something!"

"That's great, care to share?" Romina asked, still bewildered as she scanned the walls in case something popped up.

"C'mon, I'll show you in the library!" Hermione reached for Romina's arm.

"What—I don't want to go!" but Romina yelped as Hermione yanked her in the direction of the library.

~0~

The Quidditch game between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff was a bit of a no pointer for some students since Hufflepuff wasn't know very well for their excellent team, but since it was a chance to forget about school no one questioned whether they would attend or not. For this exact reason, Arden King was perplexed as to why Romina had not yet met up with her and the others.

"She's probably just sitting with Ron and Hermione," Carolinha told her on an off chance.

Arden glanced at the other stand where she would easily be able to identify the ginger Weasleys. "Only Ron is there, Hermione and Romina aren't."

"Well maybe they're just late," Daphne Greengrass offered as another solution.

Something wasn't sitting well with Arden, but since she had no concrete evidence, she had to sit and be quiet. The game was about to start anyways.

Time ticked past the official starting time and no team ever came up. Instead, there was an official call for all ALL students to return immediately to their common rooms. The game had been cancelled. As each House returned to their respective common rooms, Arden and Carolinha kept their eyes peeled for Romina, but the girl never showed.

"What do you think happened to make them cancel the game?" Carolinha asked once they had taken a seat on the couch.

Her brother came by with a knowing smile. "What do you think, Carol? Isn't it obvious? Someone has been attacked."

"Again?" Carolinha shook with terrible fear. Angel just smirked and went on his way.

A full hour passed until Snape walked into the place with a roll of parchment. Knowing their Head of House, they wouldn't be getting a clue of what happened. He rarely showed emotion.

"Quiet," he ordered only once before he unfolded the parchment and began to read aloud. "In light of the newest attacks, all students will return to their house common rooms by six o'clock in the evening. You will be escorted to each lesson by a teacher. No exceptions. Unless the culprit behind these attacks is caught, it is likely that the school will be closed." And just like that, without intending to give an explanation of this 'attack', he rolled the parchment back up and started to leave.

"Professor," Arden spoke up, already looking paler than usual, "Who exactly was attacked this time?"

But for those who knew the only missing Slytherin, the answer was not needed.

"I would assume you are calculating enough to realize the answer Miss King," Snape stopped only to respond. "But I will also emphasize this was a double attack. Miss Oswell and Miss Granger were both found near the library earlier today."

A frail 'what' escaped through Arden's lips. She nearly fell back against the couch if Daphne hadn't gotten to her.

The following morning, no matter how troubling the idea was, a visit to the nightwing was quite in order. The only one who refused to visit was Pansy on the basis that it would 'creep her out'. Arden exposed her more colorful, muggle vocabulary on Pansy before storming out of the common room.

Romina's petrified form had been discovered holding something in her raised hand. It was rumored there had been a compact mirror in it once before Madame Pomfrey confiscated it after being brought in along with Hermione.

"This is wrong…" Carolinha appeared a shade paler than usual. She may have even shuddered.

"You're telling me, she's not even a muggle-born," Draco looked between Romina and Hermione, though spared Romina more of his attention.

"That's not the point," Angel stepped up beside him, looking worse for wear. "She was attacked by whatever is roaming this school. We should be searching for whatever did this."

"I think it's pretty clear what did this," Daphne muttered, "A monster. A monster that's still free!"

Carolinha squeaked and ducked her head as if the creature was about to strike now.

Arden ducked to be on the same level as Romina's bed and raised her hand exactly in the manner Romina's petrified raised arm was.

"What are you doing, King?" Draco raised an eyebrow.

"Isn't it weird how Romina was found like this? Exactly like this?"

"Don't girls like to look at themselves in the mirror?"

Arden rolled her eyes and straightened up. "When the hell have you ever seen Romina do something like that?"

On that, Draco had to concede. Romina was hardly the girl to stare at herself in the mirrors. That was usually more around Daphne's corner.

"What could she have been using it for?" Angel caught on to what Arden was trying to get at. "Something Hermione knew, no doubt."

"I hope they do something about this soon," Carolinha spoke quietly. "You heard what Snape said. If they don't catch whatever is doing this the school's going to be closed down."

"Well, I'm no Sherlock but I'm thinking this has got to do less with muggleborns now," Arden crossed her arms. She happened to glimpse at Hermione from her spot and squinted her eyes at something poking through Hermione's hand.

"Who's Sherlock?" Angel cluelessly asked. Draco and Carolinha seemed just as lost. "Look, I can't be here…" Angel looked at Romina for the longest of moments, "...it's just hard." He turned to leave.

"Well, even I'll admit I'll miss the predictiveness," Draco gave a light shrug of his shoulders and started to leave as well. Carolinha whimpered and rushed past him and her brother.

Arden's eyes flickered quickly to Madame Pomfrey before scurrying to Hermione's bed. "Alright, Granger, what are you hiding…?" She tugged on the slip of paper in Hermione's fingers.

"Young lady, what do you think you're doing?" Madame Pomfrey rose from her desk, suspiciously looking at Arden.

"Um...just looking…" Arden sheepishly smiled and began to leave, deciding it would be better to come by another time.

~ 0 ~

It proved to be much harder to go and see Hermione Granger on the basis that Hermione was only good friends with Romina, Harry and Ron. It was harder to even get to talk to Harry or Ron because both boys seemed to be on the opposite side of Arden's whereabouts. The only way to talk to either of them was to pretty much catch them in the night wing when they visited Hermione and Romina.

"C'mon, Angel, you're up there all the time…" Arden trailed after the boy one night in their common room. "Just pull the little slip of paper from Hermione Granger's hand."

Angel was rolling his eyes at the girl but keeping it polite at the same time. "I don't know her and I frankly don't care what she has in her hand. I'm more interested in seeing Romina."

"Why do you keep going?" Zabini looked up from his potions book on the couch. Though he hadn't been there to see Romina in her petrified state, he was more than glad to hear about it. "It's not like Oswell can hear you."

"I know that," Angel said defensively. "But unlike you, Blaise, I like to comfort my friends."

"Friends," Zabini repeated with a hint of amusement. "Right."

Angel glared his way and continued for the boys' hallway. "Arden, leave me alone!" he shouted when the girl tried to follow him again to plead on her case. "This is much more difficult than it needs to be."

"King, are you still shouting?" Draco came in with Crabbe and Goyle behind him. "You were doing that all dinner time. Frankly, if you think because Oswell isn't around that I won't shut you up, you got another thing coming."

Arden planted her hands together, pressing them against her nose to calm herself. She was so frustrated no one would listen to her. "You don't get it - none of you do! I know Hermione and Romina were up to something, alright? Romina doesn't even own a compact mirror so why would she have one when she was petrified? Plus, she was holding it up—" she raised her hand above her head, "—and that makes absolutely no sense. I know Hermione has something in her hand."

"Then go get it and quit bothering the rest of us," Draco pushed past her and headed for the boys' hallway.

"I can't! Pomfrey won't let me back in. She's suspicious of me."

"Then get Angel to do it," the blonde stopped midway and turned sideways. "Merlin knows he spends half his days up there. Nearly chewed my head off for making a visit."

Arden's eyes widened. "You visit Romina too?"

His little slip made Draco shift uncomfortably. "Well...one, two...times...I don't know…"

"You can do it!" Arden excitedly said and ran up to him. "Oh my God, you can do it for me. Take that little paper from Hermione, please?"

"Now why on Earth would I ever do that? I don't even like the fact Romina's within a ten feet distance from Granger."

"I can make it your worthwhile!"

Now interested, Draco turned fully to face her. "Like…?"

Arden thought about it for a moment. Money was something he had and something she didn't, so that was definitely out. What would be good enough for him? Arden looked around, obviously hoping to see something with an answer. Luckily, she saw Zabini reading from his potions book again and beamed with the answer.

"History!" she pointed once more. "You hate History and, frankly, you suck at paying attention in that class. I don't. I'll let you see my homework till the end of the year."

Draco raised an eyebrow, a little doubtful of the sweet plan. "All of it?"

"All of it," Arden nodded. "Right answers guaranteed. I'm a History wizz. C'mon, Malfoy, you know you want to."

"I'm never one to pass down a good negotiation. Deal. I'll take whatever Granger's holding."

Arden laughed with happiness and hugged him. "Thank you!"

"Gross! Get off me!" Draco pushed her right off him within the second. "Don't you ever do that again or I'll hex you into next Tuesday!"

Arden didn't care. She was just happy to get her plans moving. "Tomorrow, Malfoy. I want that paper in my hands."

"And I want that History homework tomorrow night," Draco reminded.

"Deal."

~ 0 ~

The next morning, following through with his word, Draco visited the nightwing on the grounds of seeing Romina - his friend - once more. He hated dealing with Pomfrey's excessive questioning. He was not surprised to find Angel once more visiting as well.

"What are you doing here?" Angel spared him a brief glance.

"Business," Draco glanced at Pomfrey to see her working at her desk. He discreetly moved over to Hermione's bed.

"Is Arden still bothering with that paper dilemma?"

"Yeah, and I'm getting something out of it." Now looking closer, Draco could see that Arden was right. A bit of paper was sticking out from Hermione's fingers. It was hard to detect at a simple glance which is why no one had seen it yet.

"I don't know why she bothers," Angel sighed. "It's Romina we should be worried about. I mean, no offence to Granger, I just don't know her. I keep wondering what Romina was doing with her the day they were attacked."

"Sticking their noses where it didn't belong, I'm sure. It's usually their prerogative." Draco was having difficulty taking the paper from Hermione's hand. How the hell did she even have a grip right now? She was petrified!

"Hey," Angel's voice sharpened. "It's just us, you know? You don't have to pretend Romina wasn't a friend."

"I prefer the term acquaintance. I can't say I care for her associations," Draco took a breath and glared down at Hermione. She was just making it incredibly difficult for him even when she was motionless. It was ridiculous.

"C'mon," Angel insisted, "You knows that if she had lived in the wizarding world, she would've been part of our social group. She would've been with the girls like they are now."

"That's true," Draco had no problem admitting. "And then maybe she wouldn't have made the friends she had. It's all about the people we choose to be around."

"But you still care," Angel said, having been watching Draco struggle to get the little paper out of Hermione's hand. "Or else you wouldn't be up here trying to steal whatever Hermione's holding."

"I'm doing this for my History grade," Draco scoffed. "I don't care what King is going to do with the paper."

"Oh come off it, Draco," Angel rolled his eyes. "You could easily take the answers off anyone else. You don't need to be here and you know it."

Frustrated, Draco turned to him with a glare. "Can you shut up and let me work?" He had to hold his shout back because of Pomfrey being in the room. "If you're so high and mighty about being good friends with Romina then maybe you should be doing this instead of me. But you're not. And that's ironic, isn't it? King begged you to do this and you refused. I might just turn out to be helping Romina instead of you who only stares at her like an idiot waiting for her to look back at you."

Angel gaped, mouth falling slightly ajar, but Draco wasn't finished.

"Yeah, it wasn't that hard figuring out you wrote the stupid Valentine's letter to Oswell," Draco sneered at him, very much smug when he saw Angel go red in seconds. "I think everybody knows except for Romina herself. My bet is that she'll either a) never notice you or b) end up dating someone else. Neither option benefits you, Angel, so you might as well move on now. I've known you my whole life and I know that you're not the type to say what you want." Draco turned back to Hermione and with one big pull, he finally yanked the paper from the girl's petrified hand. With a grin he marched out of the nightwing with it, never looking back to see Angel's reaction.

~ 0 ~

At lunch, Arden didn't even commence eating when the good appeared. She was much more interested in waiting for a certain blonde to appear. She tapped her fingers along the table, bothering Pansy to no end but not even her rude remarks could pull Arden from her thoughts this time. Finally, she saw Draco coming down to their table.

"Finally you show," she shot him an accusing look when he sat down. "You did get it right?"

"Yeah, yeah," Draco took the seat that was usually Romina's. "Here," he put the slip of paper down on the table between them. Before Arden could even touch it, he put his hand over it. "History homework every night."

"Yes, fine, I already agreed," Arden smacked his hand away and took the paper.

"What are you two doing?" Pansy eyed them suspiciously. "You two don't usually talk without your mutual mediator."

"Shut up, Parkinson, he was doing me a favor," Arden was trying to understand what the paper meant.

"I didn't do it for you," Draco gave her a sharp look. "I would never do anything for you." Arden rolled his eyes, not the least bit bothered by his words. "I suppose Angel was right in something. I miss Romina."

Now this was enough to momentarily take Arden's attention. "Woah, you just called Romina by her name. You never do that."

"What are you talking about, King?"

"That right there," Arden gestured to him. "I'm King, she's Parkinson," she gestured to Pansy, then moved a hand to Carolinha, "Paes. The only ones you call by their first names are Angel and Blaise."

Draco rolled his eyes, trying to seem as casual as possible. "Don't make a big deal out of it. It slipped." And it truly had. He didn't realize it and now he wasn't sure if he should continue calling Romina, well...Romina.

"I think I will," Arden, amused, went back to reading the paper for the sake of priorities.

It was a funny thing, the paper...it was nothing more than a description of a creature. Now Arden couldn't understand it but she was sure it would mean something to Harry Potter.

"What are you going to actually do with that thing anyways?" Draco's voice made Arden jump in the hallway; it didn't phase him at all.

Arden slowly continued to walk once her surprise wore off. "What, so we're admitting that we care now? In the open?"

Draco rolled his eyes at her. "You don't get these things, King."

"Get what?"

"You don't get where certain witches and wizards stand. You, a muggleborn, don't stand very high—"

"Funny, because where I stand, you look very tiny," Arden shot him a 'polite' smile.

Once again, Draco rolled his eyes. "Don't take it personal, but Romina stands higher. She's a pureblood witch. An irritating, strange witch but a pureblood witch nonetheless."

Arden let out a small laugh and came to a stop in the middle of the hallway. "You really can't just say that Romina's your friend and you want to see her back because you care? I mean, you already said you miss her too. Did you know there's nothing wrong with admitting that you actually like having friends?" She swore she saw Draco's lips twitch as if he were going to say something, but in the end he looked away. "Okay, I have to go find Harry. Thanks for helping me — Romina."

"You think Potter's going to do something with that?" Draco called after her, forcing her to stop a few steps ahead of him. "Seriously?"

Arden turned back to him. "Did you know that Romina and I live next to each other?"

"Unfortunately."

"And Harry lives down the block from us?"

"Unfortunately."

Arden rolled her eyes. "Well, we grew up together. Just like you, Blaise, Theo, Angel, Daphne and Carolinha—"

"And Parkinson?"

"Whatever," Arden waved her hand dismissively. "You guys have been your little group since you were, I don't know, five. Well, that's how it happened for me, Romina and Harry. We've known each other way before all this" — she flapped an arm above her — "Hogwarts and magic stuff. I know Harry will understand whatever this paper's about. So, if you'll excuse me..." She wiggled her fingers goodbye at the blonde and turned on her heels, walking off.

~ 0 ~

While Ron was surprised to have been pinned against the wall by the petite brunette, Harry seemed more or less used to the situation. When Arden wanted something, she used her hands.

"Something on your mind, Arden?" Harry carefully detached Arden's hand from his arm.

"We gotta talk, Harry," Arden stepped back and allowed Harry to come off the wall. "Now I know that you and Ron know more than you're leading on about Hermione and Romina and before you deny it let me save you the trouble by saying I don't care what it is. I just want to help get my friend back, so here." She slapped the paper into Harry's hand.

Harry blinked and looked between the paper and Arden. "Wh-what is this?"

"I got it off Hermione's hand and figured you would know it meant," Arden felt like lying about how she acquired the paper would be better for everyone's sake. "It's talking about a Basilisk."

Harry made a face as he unfolded the paper. Ron scooted to his side to see what it read.

'Of the many fearsome beasts that roam our land, none is more deadly than the Basilisk. Capable of living for hundreds of years, instant death awaits any who meet this giant serpent's eye. Spiders flee before it and only the crowing of the rooster can kill it.'

Arden recognized the looks of realization in the boys' faces and smirked. "I knew it. You know what it means."

"Arden…" Harry spoke in a hushed tone, "...you can't tell anyone about this. It could—"

"Save it Harry," Arden stopped him midway with a raised hand. "I only want one thing from you."

"What is it?"

"Get rid of whatever did this to our friend. Contrary to what everyone believed, I think you're the only one who could face that beast."

Harry smiled warmly at the girl. "Thank you, Arden."

Arden nodded and smiled back. "Bring it down, Harry. I trust you."

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[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

If Angel was really sleepy so she got extra clingy it would make demonrry so cocky. Like imagine him trying to get out of bed to use the bathroom or something and she is not letting go she 🦥 while he walks to the bathroom hahahahahaha that mans ego would ⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️

He’d go to grab a snack and she’d cling to his arm and let out the most childish whine he’s ever heard. “Where are you going?”

“Hungry. Gonna grab something to eat.”

“No.”

“Pardon?”

“No.” She repeats, and then proceeds to hook her legs around his waist and lock her arms around his neck, burying her face into the center of his bare back as she groans dramatically. “Stay.”

Harry casts his eyes towards the ceiling at her theatrics, the corners of his lips twisting smugly as he reaches back and squeezes the underside of her thighs playfully, where he knows she’s ticklish. Y/N squirms against his palms, but her ever-present stubbornness refuses to release him. He sighs tiredly as he confronts her antics, a cocky undercurrent sewn into his words. “So you want me starve to death, is that it?”

Her voice comes out deadpan, muffled by his smooth skin. “You’re already dead.”

“Doesn’t make starving any less painful.”

Y/N bites into the warm muscles of his spine spitefully, just hard enough to draw a low hiss from his lips. “Take me with you.”

“Why the fuck would I do that? You literally just mauled me.”

“Because.”

“Because what?”

“Because I said so.”

“Is that a threat?”

“Because you love me.”

“That’s debatable at the moment.”

“Just do it.”

Harry glances at her over his broad shoulder, one of his brows inching up curiously. “You really want me to piggy-back you all the way down the stairs and back just so I can grab a granola bar?”

She blinks up at him innocently, nodding her head as if the idea should be obvious. “You said we’d spend the day in bed.”

“And we have.” He reasons, pinching at her thighs again to try and wriggle himself free from her insistent embrace. His actions result in her calves tightening harder around his hips, her ankles crossing over his belly button as her forearms strain against his throat. Harry exhales through his nose in lighthearted surrender, but continues to plead his case nonetheless. “However, I think I’m entitled to a couple of breaks every now and then, for the sake of my stomach and bladder. Don’t you?”

“No.” Y/N grumbles bluntly, burrowing her face deeper against the curve of his spinal column. “I don’t.”

“So you’d rather my organs digest themselves? Or worse, burst?”

“Fine by me. They’ll regenerate, anyways.”

“Wowwww. Very selfish of you. Very unangelic.”

“Don’t care.”

“Babe, I’ll only be a second.” He stretches back and sponges a chaste kiss to the angry crinkles furrowing her forehead. “You can time it and everything.”

“Take me with you.” She reiterates firmly, one of her own brows copying his previous expression, raising slightly in challenge. “If it’ll only take a second, then bringing me along shouldn’t be a problem, right?”

The demon purses his rosy lips to ward off an amused smirk. He hums quietly deep in his chest, shaking his head in an absentminded afterthought. “You’re getting too good at out-witting me. That’s dangerous.”

“You’re losing your edge, Belphegor.”

“I’m not.” Harry argues haphazardly, shifting his hands to get a better grasp of her legs in preparation for their voyage down the stairs. “I’m just letting you win.”

“Mm, sure.” She teases, scooting closer to him until her chest is fully flushed across the expanse of his toned back. “Keep telling yourself that.”

He ignores her quip, leaning back against the mattress before rocking forward with all his strength, using the momentum to propel himself onto his feet. He stumbles forward a few yards as he fishes for his land-legs, zig-zagging towards the door with her in tow, shrieking and giggling at his risky motions. He teeters and jolts grandly, snickering along to her own laughter as she clenches to his body and warns him to be careful. She can tell he’s doing all of this simply to get on her nerves; he has enhanced strength, so lifting her weight requires the same amount of effort a human would put into lifting a piece of paper. He just enjoys fucking with her, in every aspect of the phrase. Thoroughly.

Harry— after a couple more wobbly steps and pretending to almost drop her— finally steels himself, hoisting Y/N higher around his torso with a soft grunt of exertion, his chuckles tapering off to an end. He suddenly makes an odd glitching sound effect that reminds her of a telecom system radioing in, and she can’t help but roll her eyes at his following monologue. And if it coaxes a goofy, smitten grin onto her face, that’s no one’s business but her own.

“Good evening, passengers, this is your Captain speaking. We had a bit of a rough take-off— some turbulence and a close call with a pair of trainers on the floor— but I’m happy to announce that our flight is now officially under way, and it should be smooth sailing from here on out! Please make sure to keep your seatbelt on at all times, and keep all arms, legs, and belongings inside the plane until we have properly landed. That means no groping or inappropriate caressing of any kind— we know the vehicle model is top notch and incredibly irresistible, but for your own safety and the safety of others, please refrain from any debauchery for the remainder of the trip. Our route will take us about two or three minutes total, depending on how clear the skies are, and our final destination is the kitchen. Hopefully. We might stop to refuel in the living room, if the co-Captain continues kissing across the back of my neck. Anywho, thank you for choosing Styles Airlines, we hope you enjoy the ride.”

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[twelvegods]

touch

pairing/s; fred weasley x fem!reader

warning/s; periods, cramps, and one (1) suggestive statement

word count; -1k

summary; anon “can I request fred weasley x reader. fred being a caring boyfriend while his girlfriend struggles with studying for final exams at hogwarts while on her period? thank you in advance.”

a/n; thank you anon! aaa this was a really cute prompt and i really liked writing it. sorry it’s short! hope you enjoy!

"merlin, george, would you please shut up?" you snapped, rubbing your temples, your half finished muggle studies essay staring up at you condescendingly, as if scolding you for having waited until the very last moment to do it.

you were currently situated in the gryffindor common room late at night where you’d decided it best to study for your upcoming exams, only to remember the muggle studies paper you’d been putting off. george had come to accompany you since he’d admitted that he quite liked your company when you weren’t a soppy mess with his brother.

he looked up from where he was quietly sat next to you, his legs on your lap as he pored over the marauder's map he'd borrowed back from harry, blinking as though offended. "i wasn’t even—"

"yeah, george, shut up."

just then, your boyfriend fred comes from behind, leaning down to plant a kiss on your head while simultaneously flicking his twin's nose. his brother muttered a tiny ‘ow’ as he rubbed his nose and fred raised an eyebrow at his brother's current position, but wordlessly dropped onto the empty seat to your right and simply kicked george's legs off, effectively replacing him.

"cramps?" fred asked you, adjusting to apply pressure against your lower abdomen. you sighed in slight relief at the gesture, your boyfriend sympathetically pouting when you nodded in response to his question. "my poor baby."

dipping your feather into the ink pot you'd borrowed from hermione, you forced yourself to begin scribbling another sentence. "i had george do it since you weren't around to."

"it hurts that you think we're interchangeable, (y/n)." the twins spoke in unison, feigning hurt in varying gestures.

you fondly rolled your eyes at the two. "i still find that creepy, you know."

after finishing a paragraph on the marvelous muggle invention that is sliced bread, you finally dropped your writing instrument as your hand began to cramp, but you knew you were nowhere near completed. just as you were flexing your fingers, fred softly took your hand in his, making quick work to massage your wrist and joints. you shot him a grateful smile at which he retaliated to with a wink.

"oh, right!" fred exclaimed suddenly, your hand still in his as he turned to grab his book bag from where he'd slung it across the back of the chair before sitting down. from it, he pulled out an unassuming paper bag. "ta-da!"

george leaned forward in curiosity. "...is it going to help us defeat you-know-who?"

fred snorted at his brother's sarcasm. you laughed at their exchange, finding the situation and the punchline to be quite funny.

"even better." your boyfriend wiggled his eyebrows at you. reaching into the paper bag, fred revealed a large bar of chocolate. "professor lupin did say that chocolate helps you feel better a lot of the time and—”

you snatched the bar from his hands, unwrapping the heavenly dessert and immediately sinking your teeth into it. fred smirked as he watched “—and (y/n) loves chocolate.”

“yeah, but the sounds she’s making is ghastly.” george’s face contorted into that of disgust and you just stuck your tongue out at him childishly.

fred shrugged, reaching to rub the back of your neck now that you’d taken back your hand to grip the chocolate bar like someone might steal it from you. “you should hear the sound she makes when we—”

george pushed his chair back abruptly, gathering his things as fast as he can. “okay! i do not want to hear any more, thank you, so i’m off to bed.”

you and fred snickered as george huffed up the stairs leading up to the male dormitories. your boyfriend leaned forward to plant a kiss on your temple as he delicately took the now half-eaten chocolate bar.

“right, eat moderately. and finish your essay, meanwhile i’ve to figure out the right ingredients for this stink bomb i have planned to douse ron with.”

while fred took out his supplies, his left hand dropped to hold your knee and you leaned against him while you wrote, his presence particularly calming. as the night went by, you effectively forgot about your abdominal pain and headaches so long as some part of fred was touching you.

and he knew that, which is why he commented that any first year to see you two like this would surely hurl.

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[rockingrobin69]

Immeasurable

For the incredible @generalpizzaengineer​, who prompted me about a lifetime ago: an exact 1k of sweet, sweet fluff.

“I have a surprise for you.”

Draco took a moment to adjust his reading glasses before raising a suspicious glance. The look on Harry’s face made him swallow a little too sharply.  

“What… gods, what have you done now?”

The sheer audacity, to have such innocent green eyes in the middle of all that smirking. “Nothing. I just got something I think you’d like. Something small.”

“When you say small—” Draco had to stop himself from swearing. Harry didn’t know what the word small meant. He once bought an entire house because Draco complained his flat didn’t have enough room for all his plants; just like that, bought a house. They weren’t even dating then. Simply, here, you’re my friend, I got you a house with plenty of sunlight, because I’m an utterly disturbed person with too much money and not even a basic understanding of proportions.

“Small. Really small, this time. I promise.”

Rolling his eyes felt automatic, far from satisfactory. Harry spent weeks learning how to knit because Draco was so often cold. “Just tell me what it is.”

“It’s more of a come and see business, I’m afraid.” His smile was so soft. Damn it. Draco once made a passing remark about liking classical music, and Harry got an entire orchestra to play in the restaurant where they had their first date. He flew for thirteen hours straight just to see him when Draco had that conference. He memorised the entire Black bloodline, back to Draco’s great-great-great-great grandfather, just to try and impress Mother. Harry didn’t know when to stop. And Draco has made his peace with it, most days, could understand it to a certain point. That to love Harry meant keeping an eye out. Meant making sure Harry remembered to take care of himself, too, not to give away too much. Draco cleared his throat and closed his eyes; this had to be done delicately, or not at all.

“Why don’t you sit down? Let’s talk for a moment.”

The sound Harry made in response was so disconcerting, Draco’s eyes flew open. It was—not exactly a yelp, but something even smaller? “Erm,” Harry said then, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh, love,” Draco shot up, chest constricting painfully. “My darling, you know that I don’t mind. It’s just, I’m worried that you don’t know how much—”

“What? No, I know. Just, come out and see?”

That noise again, tugging on all of Draco’s heartstrings, orchestrating a terrible melody of ache. He buried his face into the crook of Harry’s neck, holding him close. “Dearest…”

“Draco,” Harry laughed, detaching himself. Those green eyes will be the death of him. “You numpty, just come on. Outside the door, the box, it’s for you. Well… us, really.”

“Oh.” Draco didn’t know what real fear was before stepping out of the sitting room. What will it be this time? A piece of the moon Harry’s flown to get him? A treasure chest from the depth of Loch Morar? What ridiculous thing has Harry spent his precious time on, in the futile attempt to prove something Draco knew better than his own name?

But the box was small, and, alarmingly, moving. Not a lot—just a quiver, perhaps. As if it were excited. Draco stared and stared.

“Go on, open it,” Harry nudged softly, and Draco took another step, when that voice again—but was it coming from inside the box?

“What on earth have you done?”

“Just open it,” Harry chuckled, resting his head on Draco’s shoulder, ironically preventing him from performing said task. “We talked about it for ages, but then it was never the right time, and now… now it is. Plus, he sort of had your name on him.”

Something big and heavy settled in Draco’s throat. Concern, maybe. Or something else. “He?”

“Well, when I say your name. They called him Orion, so I thought, he’d fit in perfectly.”

They went together, had to, because Harry didn’t move his arms from where they were wrapped around Draco’s waist. Together they crouched, and the box made that noise again, that heart-wrenching noise, and Draco’s fingers trembled so badly when he opened the flap—

And revealed the lump of fluff inside it, wiggling with all his little might, eyes like two black beads. When Draco sent a hand forward, a sneaky little slab of pink licked it.

“A puppy?” his voice cracked, barely making it out of his mouth. “You got me a German Shepherd?”

“I always liked them. I mean, we don’t have to—I could go back to the shelter and—”

Draco gave him a glare sharp enough to make him cough. “Of course we won’t take him back. Don’t be ridiculous.”

“So, you want to keep him?” Harry’s smile was so bright, Draco found himself panting.

“I… just… is this something you’re doing for my sake?” he didn’t know how to ask, exactly. How to make sure he was keeping an eye, how to make sure he was keeping Harry safe—

“Honestly? Not really. I always dreamed of having this huge, shaggy dog, the kind that’d make Aunt Petunia faint. Having a place that was completely my own, you know? Where I could be… me. And I can, with you. You let me be as large as I need, or as small as I want, so—is… are you okay?”

He wasn’t crying, just, well, weeping with uncontrollably huge sobs, which Orion took as his cue to leap out the box and ram into Draco’s knee, whining for an in.

“Baby? Are you alright?”

“I… yes. Yes. Thank you, Harry. I only… thank you.”

“What for?” Harry laughed, sitting down next to Draco, one hand on Orion’s fluffy head, one on Draco’s shoulder.

“For sticking to your word, at last. He really is quite small.”

Orion barked, a single woof, perhaps a touch indignant. All the love in Draco’s chest felt almost unbearable, uncontainable, too large to be quantified.

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The one about Y/n and her Stuffie

Based Off Of This Ask

And This One

This One Too

A/N: ITS BEEN OVER A FUCKING MONTH SINCE I LAST POSTEDDDD…but I’m backkkk🤪🥳😙😌it’s not the fic i originally planned on doing for my next piece, but since I’m currently in the middle of everything in my life rn, and this plot doesn’t have to be extremely thought out, i figured i’d do a hot lil fic for y’all. Enjoyy girliess...i hope it doesn't suckk🙃

When Harry came upstairs, he was expecting you to be doing just about anything besides what you were actually doing. As soon as he stepped foot into the doorway of the bedroom, Harry was stopped right in his tracks, completely focused on you, and beyond stunned at the sight in front of him. You were down to a tight little t-shirt and a little pair of panties, and you were humping one of the cute little stuffies he’d bought for you some time ago. You had your legs spread wide over the toy and both of your hands planted on the bed in front of you as you messily dug your cunt into the stuffed toy. Harry intently watched and listened as you tried to relieve yourself. He relished in the sounds of your desperate whines and moans, taking in all of your cries for daddy and how your pussy was in need of and completely throbbing for him. From where he was standing, Harry could clearly see how you were moving against the stuffed toy. You never let up with your movements, continuously digging your needy pussy into the stuffie. You were really intent on digging your clit into it and making sure to rub against the raised parts of the toy to get the most pleasure. And when you rubbed yourself just right, you’d go into a complete frenzy, trying to recreate and feel that exact feeling over and over again. 

As Harry stood there, not only could he not stop himself from pushing a hand into his pants to squeeze at his cock, Harry also had the inability to stop his mind from wandering and conjuring up all the things he could do to you in the position you were in. For starters, Harry could just picture himself coming up from behind you and pushing you down onto your front before tossing the stuffie away and replacing it with his cock. If he did that, Harry was certain that you’d have the loudest and prettiest screams and moans from being suddenly manhandled and from the sudden and intense pleasure. Harry also dreamt of you thrashing back and forth against his cock. Once you’re all done fighting with his cock and you’ve finally gotten all of him into that tight little entrance of yours, Harry could vividly picture you moving against him in the same way you’re moving against the stuffed toy. You’d have your hands planted on his chest and you’d be trying to get into a rhythm but you’d be quickly overcome by the pleasure and you’d just do whatever would give you the most pleasure. The vivid visuals of you moving on his cock are accompanied by the picture of your tits bouncing in front of his face. And the fact that he could see your pebbled nipples through your shirt only made the visual that much better. Those were just two of the many filth ridden thoughts that roamed Harry’s mind as he watched you. And with each and every one of these scenarios, while all being different from the last, you were gushing in no time, making a complete and very wet mess on the bed at the end of every one of them. 

Eventually, after a while of silently stalking you from across the room, Harry finally (and kind of begrudgingly) pulls his hand from his pants and makes his way over to the side of the bed where you were. He then brings a hand up to softly caress your cheek, to which you slightly jump from the sudden company. 

“What are you doing puppy?” He softly asks, watching as you continue to hump the stuffie between your legs.

“I can’t help it daddy! My clit hurts so good!” You pitifully slur, your eyes remaining snapped shut as you continue to move against the toy.

“Want daddy to make it stop hurting and feel good sweet girl?” Harry asks sweetly, continuing to stroke your cheek and watch you dig your clit into the stuffie, noticing you still had the jewel plug in from earlier in the day. 

“Please daddy! You can do anything you want just- m’throbbing so bad!” You whine in response, opening your eyes for the first time in Harry’s direction. Your eyes were all watery and he could see how bad you needed him and how subby you were feeling.

Without wasting anymore time, Harry swiftly maneuvers you both onto the bed. He pulls you down onto your back, completely abandoning the stuffie, before removing the little bit of clothes you had on from your body. He then proceeds to undress himself, practically ripping his clothes off before climbing between your legs. As soon as he does this, his attention shoots down between your legs to see what he was working with.

“Aww look, your little cunt is all swollen and sticky.” He coos, admiring how swollen and dripping you were for him. “So desperate; how pathetic.” He chuckles, bringing his hand down to pinch your puffy pussy lips between his index and thumb, getting his fingers covered in your juices. “What made you so needy baby?” Harry asks, keeping your pinched between his fingers as he lowers himself down between your legs.

“Just-“ You softly sigh, not wanting to give him the real, and slightly embarrassing answer.

“Just what?” He presses before bringing his mouth in and sticking his tongue out to lap up the juices that were spilling from the part where your two lips met. When he does this, you immediately try and snap your legs shut. But Harry stops you right in your tracks. “Close them and you won’t cum.” Harry simply, yet sternly replies, causing you to open your legs back up. “Good girl. But if you don’t answer, you won’t cum or get my cock.” Harry continues on.

“But daddy!” You whine, trying to get out of revealing why you were humping the stuffie not too long ago. 

“If you wanna cum, you better tell me. Or I could just suck on your swollen little button until you cry then jerk off right in front of you. It’s completely up to you.” You couldn’t argue with that ultimatum. In the state that you were in, the simple thought of not being able to cum made your eyes well up a little. 

“Fine…I was thinking about how good it felt when you took me after you pushed my princess plug in earlier.” You manage to finally spit out, struggling to do so from the way Harry kept squeezing your lips together. 

“So all of this is because my baby is a little cockslut.” Harry cockily relishes with a wide smirk spread across his face. “That makes it even better.” Harry hums before suckling on your clit. You didn’t even have the time to scream from how good his mouth felt because it only lasts a couple seconds before he’s letting go of your pussy lips and removing his mouth, moving himself back up your body. Stopping on the way up to sponge wet kisses onto your already pebbled nipples. Harry then attaches his lips to yours, trapping them into a sloppy, lust filled kiss. You let Harry do most of the work, keeping your mouth open and moving your lips against his. As he kissed you, you could hear Harry’s shaky breaths and moans, and you could feel him rutting his cock against your sticky cunt. This only made you need him more than you already did. You wanted to move around and try and push him inside, but Harry had you trapped pretty good. All you could do was move your head around a bit. So that’s what you did, you moved your head to the side, causing Harry’s mouth to break away from yours.

“Need you daddy!” You beg, wrapping your hand around Harry’s bicep that was right by your head.

“Y’always needing me, you’re my little cockslut remember?” Harry coos into your ear, using his other hand to blindly line himself up with your soaking entrance. “All you can think about is me splitting your little pussy apart to fit all of my cock in there.” Harry begins, bringing his hips in to start filling you up. “All you can think about is being pounded until I’m done using your pathetic little hole.” Harry grunts into your ear, bringing the other arm up to rest against the bed near your head. “I bet you like feeling completely powerless when I’m fucking into you.” Harry groans, feeling your tight walls around him as he practically pries them apart with his large cock. As Harry speaks and fills you up, you’re losing your mind below him. Not only are you losing the ability to even think, you’re also feeling and relishing in the pleasurable sting that came along with Harry’s cock and the full feeling that came along with it as well. On top of feeling incredibly needy, you were feeling subby as well, which only intensified the feeling and caused you to use your stuffie. All you could do was dig your nails into his biceps that were almost cradling your head and whimper as Harry made sure you felt everything he gave you.

Once he’s fully inside, Harry goes right into pounding you. And he doesn’t let up. He continuously slams his hips down into yours, pushing his cock all the way up inside of you again and again. With every thrust, there was a flick to your clit. He’d always come down, in, and up, causing you to feel everything inside and out. On top of all that, Harry had his mouth right up to your ear and you could hear his beyond animalistic growls. He kept asking you ‘Is this what you wanted?’ and he kept telling you how good of a fuck and cockslut you were and that he loved destroying you. 

Harry was on cloud nine to say the least. He had worked himself up enough leading up to this moment that he could be cumming any second now. But he decided to hold off a little longer. Not only were your insides, your perfect little walls feeling even more amazing, but he was enjoying being able to fuck you like this, all rough and filthy while you were feeling all small and subby. When you were like this, Harry would go on a bit of a power trip and just degrade you and fuck you any which way he wanted. And on top of that, he got to hear your whimpers and cries from how good it all felt in the process. With the position he had you two in, the same way his growls were clear in your ears, Harry’s able to clearly hear your cries and whimpers from how good it all felt. Harry thought your loopy moans and whimpers were music to his ears. He even heard you call yourself daddy’s cockslut, which only made him go even harder on your pussy.

“Please daddy! I need t’cum!” You whimper, holding on to his biceps for dear life as young for him to let you finally cum. Even though you weren’t being that good of a girl earlier when you were using the stuffie, you didn’t cum, which is a big rule of Harry’s, especially when you haven’t gotten permission. So you’d been holding this release for a long time now and you were dying to just let go already!

“Awww, does my baby’s pathetic little pussy need to cum around daddy’s big cock.” Harry coos patronizingly, continuing his never ending thrusts. 

“Can’t hold it anymore daddy!” You cry, beginning to squirm underneath his tight grip from how much this orgasm was consuming you.

“Go ahead doll, show me how much of a little cockwhore you are for daddy.” Harry pants into your ear before lifting himself up from on top of you, stopping to spit down into your mouth as he sits up. Harry then begins to feel your walls rapidly pulsating and convulsing around his cock. And to follow up, a warm stream of your juices begin to gush out of you, getting Harry and the sheets wet. But you were too busy feeling absolutely amazing to even care. Harry was in awe at how much you were squirting and he thought you looked absolutely adorable as you came around him. He also felt very riled up and anxious to have a similar release of his own. 

Once he feels like he’s given you enough time to ride the seismic waves of your release, Harry dives right back in, not skipping a beat with his intense thrusts.

“Can’t anymore daddy!” You cry out to him, trying your hardest to close your legs around him and push his body away from between your legs as you were just coming down from your first high and were already feeling another powerful release quickly building inside the kind of sore pit of of your stomach. 

“But you said you wanted it doll.” Harry reminds through his teeth as he pries your legs back apart. “You were so caught up in being a little cockslut you forgot about what you agreed to.” Harry chuckles down at you. He resumes his thrusts and then proceeds to slap your clit a couple of times, causing you to have mini releases, squirting onto him back to back with every slap he delivered to your clit. “Messy little slut aren’t you. Look at how much you squirt when I destroy your pussy.” Harry moans, continuing to deliver a couple more sting filled slaps to your oh so sensitive button, garnering a few more screams and squirts of your warm juices to his lower body. 

Harry then flips you onto your front, to which he pushes your legs apart a little more before sitting on top of them to keep you down before wrapping his hands around your hips and plunging back into you. You were already worn out so he didn’t exactly have to pin you down. As he fucks into you, Harry can feel his overwhelming release beginning to overtake all of his senses in the exact same way yours did. He began to feel even more pressure in the pit of his stomach as his impending release mounted and mounted, waiting to be released. 

When he’s just a mere minutes away from his release, Harry lays himself down on your back, keeping his mouth close to your ear as he sloppily delivers his final thrusts. You could feel him sucking on the area right below your ear as he reached the hilt of his release.

“And if there has to be one thing I love most about having you as my needy little cockslut, it’d have to be the fact you keep my cum all save and warm in that perfect little honey pot between your legs.” Harry growls before unloading every last drop of his cum into you. Your body was a complete and quivering mess as you took all of Harry’s heavy load, and as you gushed all over him and the bed for the second time. 

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Incident with a time turner

Part 7: Hogsmeade

Sirius x Fem! Potter! Reader

Summary: The pair head to Hogsmeade, setting their plan in motion to catch Peter, but when Harry gets hurt, Sirius can’t help but feel responsible

Warnings: cursing, mentions of bullying

a/n: Longest part yet, got a little carried away, enjoy!

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“Better than the train?” y/n looks behind her, her hands griping the handles tightly, as they whiz through the air

Sirius wraps his arm around her waist, keeping the other firmly half on the handle, half over her smaller hand, he bends down towards her ear “Much better”

Y/n cheeks heat up feeling his grip on her, she shuffles back leaning into him slightly. Sirius smiles to himself, resting his chin on her shoulder as they fly. When Sirius first saw his bike he was thrilled, he loved that bike, and his heart warmed knowing she had gone through the effort of getting it back.

He always wanted one, although the original reason he was so interested in getting one was to piss off his parents. He used to hang posters of them along with half-naked women on his walls to annoy his mother, even using a permanent sticking charm so she couldn’t remove them. After he left Hogwarts he moved in with James, shortly after he decided on a whim to finally buy one.

After letting Sirius gawk over the bike, they both removed the side car from it and shrunk it down to a normal size. Y/n implemented an invisibility booster so they could fly there without raising any suspicion from both muggles and wizards alike, Molly had told her about it, explaining how her husband had put one on their old car.

They land the bike a few miles away from town, despite having the booster they agreed Sirius’ bike might be recognisable by some of the professors or old order members that often visited Hogsmeade. Y/n casts an invisibility charm on the area around the bike, just in case any students or residents of Hogsmeade ventured out too far. The pair stash their helmets in the charmed area along with a spare bag filled with emergency supplies.

“Reminded me of the good old days” Sirius notes as they start to walk in the direction of Hogsmeade

“Yeah” She smiles, walking ahead of him, turning around so she’s walking backwards “Hey, you remember the first time you took James on it” she starts giggling

Sirius chuckles remembering that day “He screamed like a little baby”

“You know you’d think for a guy that played quidditch all his life he’d be less scared of a bike”

Sirius watches her fondly as she giggles, he walks up to her, wrapping his arm around her “I also remember the day I got it”

—————— flashback ——————

“What in the name of…” Y/n wakes up to knock or clink at her window

She sits up, stretching groggily as she gets up to go to the window. Just as she gets to the curtain, there’s another clink at the window. “Jeez louise I’m coming, I’m coming” she says as she opens the curtain, to see Sirius hanging on the pipe next to her window

“Merlin” she opens up the window, letting him climb into her room “You realise you used to live here right, you don’t need to sneak in” she questions smiling at his antics

“I know but where’s the fun in that darling” Sirius winks at her, y/n tries her best to hide her blush, shifting to close the window

As y/n closes the window he smiles, she was wearing one of his shirts, with some red tartan bottoms. Y/n had stayed with her parents after he and James moved into a flat together, her flat with Alice and Lily wouldn’t be ready for another month. Sirius missed her, with them both being assigned different mentors they hardly saw each other anymore, which is why after he made the impulse decision to buy a motorbike, he rode it straight to the Potters household after adding a couple magic modifications.

It was funny, James had always been his closest friend, a brother to him, his chosen family, but he never saw y/n as a sister. She was the one he felt he could be most vulnerable with, the person he wanted to tell first when he got good news or bad, his best friend, and the girl he didn’t realise he had fell for until he hit the ground

“So, what brings you back to my neck of the woods” she plops herself down next to him on her bed

He gives her a cheeky smile “I know that look, what did you do?” she asks

Now she got a good look at him, she noticed he was wearing his favourite leather jacket and he had a new tattoo poking out the top of his slightly unbuttoned shirt. He looked great, he always did though, there was a reason people fell for him, and she was no different.

“Put on some shoes, love” he taps her leg standing up “Got something I wanna show you”

Y/n giggles a little “Sir yes sir” she pretends to salute as she goes over to the chair by her bed

Sirius chuckles, before his eyes widen as she looks up at him ready to pull down her pyjama bottoms “Sirius turn around” she motions at him “You didn’t think I would go out in my pjs did you?”

“oh…right” Sirius turns around, blushing a little, merlin what’s wrong with me, why am I blushing

Y/n slips on her jeans and shoes, it was early August so she didn’t bother with a jacket. She walks over to the window, opening it, sitting one leg in one leg out as she calls out to him “You coming Siri”

He turns around smiling a little as he nods, following her out the window and down the pipe. He’d told multiple girls over the years he hated being called Siri but never y/n. He liked when she called him it, she never called him by his marauders name despite calling the rest by theirs, it made him feel special.

“Ta da” Sirius gestures to the motorbike, presenting his latest pride and joy

Y/n’s eyes light up, her mouth agape before morphing into a huge smile “You didn’t” she playfully hits him in the shoulder, walking up to check out the bike

“I did, I’m assuming you approve?”

“Hell yeah” she smiles back at him again, running her hands over the handlebars

His heart leaps at her reaction, he didn’t know why, but her approval meant more than anything to him. He steps forward, mounting the bike.

She looks at him hopefully “Can we…” she gestures to the bike

“You didn’t think I rode it all the way here just to show it off, did you?” he chuckles handing her the spare helmet.

Y/ns eyes light up as she takes it from him, slipping it on. Just as she’s about to mount the bike behind him, he stops her “No no, you’re going to want to sit in front, trust me”

She eyes him sceptically before mounting the bike. Sirius moves forward chuckling at her as she gasps a little at his close proximity, her back flush against his chest. Sirius starts the engine, moving his hands onto hers to get her to grip the handlebars, before pressing a little button on the small console, he looked around for a second making sure the area was clear before speeding off, the bike starting to rise up as it gained speed

“Holy shit! It can fly” Y/n grabs the handles a little tighter, sure she was used to flying a broom but the bike felt different, now she understood why Sirius wanted her to sit in front, she’d probably would’ve fell off already

“Don’t worry love, I’ve got you” Sirius wraps one arm around her, moving his head to kiss her cheek before resting it on her shoulder

“That was awesome!” Y/n exclaims as she takes off her helmet

“Glad you enjoyed it love, just wait until your brother gets a shot” He leans on the side of the bike, his face unable to hold back his smiles

“Wait Jams doesn’t know yet?” She looks at him in shock, her heart fluttering that he let her see it first, he shakes his head

“Well, I’m honoured to be your first passenger” she walks up to him, handing him the helmet, to which he takes placing it beside his own on the back of the bike

“Your welcome, I needed a good guinea pig” he teases, to which the girl scoffs

“Don’t worry, if the girls don’t fall for you enough already, they’ll sure as hell will with this bad boy” Y/n jokes, smiling at him, pretending not to feel the small pang in her heart

“Aww you know you’re my best girl” he winks, to which she rolls her eyes

Sirius looks down at her, he notices her shiver a little from the breeze “Here” he shrugs off his jacket “take this”

She shakes her head “Siri, I’m literary at my house keep it”

He ignores he draping the jacket over her shoulders, she looked up at his face pouting with fake annoyance, before slipping her arms through the jacket properly. He smiles, it was a little big on her but she looked great in it, perfect even, it was then he hit the ground, I love her, prongs is gonna kill me

Y/n looked up smiling at him “What?”

His life altering realisation was cut short by Y/n’s mother, Euphemia shouting, “Sirius Orion Black! Y/n me Potter...”

—————— end of flashback ——————

“She was livid” Y/n giggles “You know she grounded me until I moved in with Lils and Alice”

As their laughs die down, the stop Hogsmeade as they reach the end of the forest. Sirius shifts into his dog form, sticking close to y/ns side as they walk down the last stretch. Y/n adjusts her scarf as they walk through town, even though her scar was quite old, it was unique and she didn’t want to draw any attention to herself. There was a small chance someone might recognise her, they had taken some precautions, obviously Sirius would remain in his dog form whenever they were in public, and y/n planned to use her animagus form to sneak in and out of the room. However, as she walked through the town, as when she had to interact with other people, she would wear a turtle neck, or scarf and use her hair or a hat to shield her face and scar. They knew it would get easier once it approached late autumn, the extra layers would make it easier to cancel her identify, as well as Sirius’ if he couldn’t shift for any reason.

When they got to the B&B, Sirius begrudgingly let the owner’s daughter play with him as y/n checked in. Once they got up to the room, Sirius shifted back. They were on the first floor, in a room at the back of the building, they were lucky with the way the canopy on the side of the building was, it meant Sirius could also sneak out of the room in his form. They set up a map of hogsmeade and the castle on the desk in the room, y/n also charmed it, much like the one they used when creating the marauders map so the maids who came in to clean wouldn’t see what they were up if they were nosy.

They came up with a cover story, she told the owner she was a herbology geek that was combing the forest for her latest study, and her dog was helping her sniff out the right plants. That way they could come and go, often heading towards the forest and hence Hogwarts, without much suspicion. Plus, after she bored the inns keeper half to death with useless knowledge, the inn keeper made a note not to bother with any gossip on her since she seemed too boring to harbour any.

Only thing they hadn’t thought of was there was only one double bed in the room. The first night was a bit awkward, both attempting to stay on their respective side as they tried to fall asleep. Sirius wanted to respect her space, it took everything in him not to turn around and wrap his arms around her. Y/n wasn’t any different, all she wanted was to shuffle over and cuddle into him like they had the night of their reunion.

The first week was slow, plotting exactly how they were going to get to peter, y/n knew from both Molly and Harry that Ron was very protective over ‘Scabbers’, so it wasn’t going to be easy to steal him if Ron was constantly around. That was until y/n received a letter from her nephew with some interesting information, he wrote that Crookshanks, Hermione’s new cat seemed to be constantly trying to attack Ron’s rat. Y/n had noticed in her animagus form that regular birds and other animals were able to tell she wasn’t a real robin, which meant Crookshanks could also tell what, or more like who Scabbers really was.

Y/n and Sirius planned to gain the cats trust, since y/n could effortlessly fly into Hogwarts undetected, she would be able to get to Crookshanks quite easily. The thought of her flying through one of the windows into Harry and Ron’s dorm had crossed their minds, but it would be risky, not to mention once she’s in she would have no way of getting Peter out of there without him anyone noticing. Then, there was the problem that any of the boys in the dorm could be in there, and there was no guarantee Peter would even stay in there and could too easier slip away as rat when he realised it was her

Sirius and Y/n decided not to tell Harry about the true identity of Scabbers, y/n had explained what he’d gotten up to before, with the troll, philosophers stone, and the chamber of secrets. They knew if Harry found out the man who was responsible was within his reach he would so something about it. Besides, she wanted Harry to have a normal year, be a regular teen for once, and let his Godparents handle the rat.

In his letter Harry had asked if he should tell Remus she was alive, he mentioned that Remus helped with a dementor that got onto the train, and after their encounter he felt like he could trust him. This made Sirius and y/n smile, they knew Remus was trustworthy, he was the best out of all of them, but they couldn’t risk him getting involved, not yet anyway. Y/n wrote back asking not to tell to him she was alive, as he still believed Sirius was a traitor, she mentioned she had a lead on Peter, and it kept Remus safer if he didn’t know the truth for now.

By the end of November, their plan seemed to be going well, y/n and Sirius were slowly gaining Crookshanks trust. That was until Halloween, when Sirius was growing impatient, feeling cooped up in their room. Luckily y/n managed to convince him not to do anything rash, leading them to go a long walk in the forest, even going a ride on the bike, letting him clear his head. Afterward, Sirius was glad she stopped him, if he had gone through with it he would have alerted everyone he was there. While at the moment despite there being dementors roaming the grounds, no one could say for certainty that Black was there or if he would even come to Hogwarts, which they hoped meant they could catch Peter off guard.

“Were there always these many stairs or am I just less fit than I thought I was” Sirius puffs a bit, as they near the top

Y/n chuckles a little at his complaining, but nods in agreement as she says “You’re not the only one. Actually…think this is the first time I’ve climbed one of these”

“Really?” he looks at her raising an eyebrow “I though you said you watched Harrys games last year?”

“Yes, and yes…but I was always playing back when we were a school and I can fly remember” She shifts into her form flying up the last flight of stairs before shifting back, a smug smile on her face

“That’s not fair” he shakes his head, huffing before trudging up the steps

As they pair see people starting to head to the stands they both shift into their animagus forms, Sirius jumps up to sit on one of the benches at the back. Y/n moves to perch herself on top of his head, Sirius looks up, despite being a dog it was clear he was smiling.

Y/n and Sirius watch in anticipation as Gryffindor and Hufflepuff play, after a couple hours, Gryffindor is winning. As Harry spots the snitch he also spots a dog in the stands, spooking him. In his shock over the sight of the same dog he fails to see his aunt is with him, while he’s distracted he fails to see the 100 or so dementors until they are right on top of him. Y/n and Sirius watch in horror as Harry is knocked off his broom plummeting towards the ground, fortunately Dumbledore appears to ease his fall.

Sirius heads back to the Inn, while y/n flies into the hospital wing to check on Harry. As she flies up to the open window, she settles on top of it, watching as people came and gone visiting Harry. After a while, everyone leaves, the other students in the infirmary were asleep, along with Harry himself. She flies down into the room, shifting as she lands by his bed. Taking one of his hands with hers, before moving one to his hair in a motherly fashion.

She had overhead Madam Pomfrey say he would be okay but she watched to keep him over the weekend, but she was still worried. For some strange reason, she felt like the dementors where going after Harry on purpose. She didn’t think the train was an accident either, she didn’t know much about the logistics that saved Harry that night and defeat Voldemort, but she did wonder if Dumbledore was keeping something. She brushed away the thought for now, Dumbledore always did things for a reason, sure he was cryptic and to a degree, damn right manipulative, but she didn’t think he would do anything to intentionally hurt Harry.

After a few minutes she shifted and flew away, unbeknownst to her, the one and only Severus Snape witnessed the interaction. He was coming to check on Harry himself when he saw a robin fly in and shift, he realised that must be Robin Evans the women that adopted him, but the man never believed for a second that was her real name. At the same time, he never thought the women would be none other than Y/n Potter herself, a woman that’s been thought to be dead the last 12 years. Snape watched as she seemed to comfort Harry in his sleep, he saw the way she looked over him with such love, like a mother would.

Although he hated James, and all the marauders for that matter, he didn’t completely despise y/n. She never seemed to play a part in their cruelty towards him, in fact she’d actually told them off a few times for going too far. Y/n was also a prankster but unlike her friends she pranked those who deserved it, like she pranked anyone that called lily, or any other muggleborn students a mudblood, she pranked the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff girls that bullied and shamed others and she even pranked fellow Gryffindors, including her brother and friends when they went too far.

Snape decided to keep what he saw to himself, but to keep an eye out for that robin from now on. As the man walked away he recalled how well she had aged, he pondered why she waited until last year to seek adoption of harry, or if she was helping Black. If she was helping him, why would she care for Harry? He started to wonder if Harry might not be the one Black was after, he shook away the thoughts, deciding not to jump to any conclusions.

Y/n made her way up to their room, as she opened the door she was met with Sirius, sitting on the edge of the bed, head hung, hands fiddling nervously. As he heard the door his head shot up

“Is he okay?” the worry was evident in his voice

She closes the door, walking over, taking a seat next to him, before grasping his hand “He’s fine Siri, I overheard Poppy saying he’ll be just fine” y/n left out that part where she heard her say the dementors were having an alarming effect on Harry, it was clear Sirius felt like he was to blame

“This is all my…” she cuts him off, bringing her hands up, forcing him to look at her

“Sirius Black this isn’t your fault, don’t you dare blame yourself” she scolds him

“They showed up because of…” she puts her hand over his mouth shutting him up again

“They showed up on the train and you weren’t there, so no they didn’t show up because of you. Got it?”

Sirius gestures with his eyes, “Oh” she chuckles taking her hand off his face

“I’m not to blame” he mutters

“Sorry I didn’t quite get that?” she tried to get him to laugh with her, but he’s not in the mood

“I’m not saying it again…I’m going to bed” he stands up walking over to get into the bed, climbing in, he watches as she sighs heading into the bathroom to get changed.

Sirius looks over at y/n’s figure, turned away from him, he shouldn’t have dismissed her like that, she only trying to help. He turned around, shifting a little closer to her, wrapping his arm around her slowly, giving her ample time to swat his arm away if she was uncomfortable. His heart flutters as her own hand moves down to cup his, giving it a squeeze, he takes this as permission to move closer, pulling her into him.

“It’s not my fault” he whispers, she doesn’t say anything, just squeezes his hand again, smiling to herself

Sirius smiles a little, snuggling into her, the two feeling at peace as they fall asleep in each other arms, both saying I love you in their head to one another

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[finelinevogue]

for tour content, maybe you could do an imagine that’s like a series of small moments like little interactions on stage or picking tour outfits or nights in the tour bus/airplane ! just little domestic things <3

i’m going to do this because i have so many weird ideas and just no way of putting them all together ! ;

Grilled Cheese Conversations

The tour bus smelt like it was on fire.

You had been sitting in the living room with Harry for a couple of hours, both of you just skimming through photos from the Met Gala together - judging obviously, before Harry announced he wanted to make himself some food and so left for the kitchen.

He’d been in there for 45 minutes now and the smells that were diffusing from their smelt bloody awful. Harry could cook really extravagant foods, like caviar and lobster, but when it came to something as simple as making a sandwich he was absolutely terrible for some reason. The point was proven when he walked back into the room with a burnt coal looking sandwich.

“What, is that?” You laughed, still sitting with your phone in your hand and waiting for him to come back so you could continue judging these Met outfits together.

“It’s a grilled cheese sandwich?” He spoke as if you were dumb and you should have known that instantly. He walked over to you, sitting down next to you and resting the plate on the table in front of him.

“No, that’s a piece of char.” You raised your eyebrows disapprovingly and watched as he scowled at you for being mean to his culinary skills.

“Well i’m sure it’ll taste great.” He looked smug, up until he took a bite from the cheesy melted - burnt - bread. As soon as the food touched his tongue he was quick to spit it back out again, you groaning in disgust. He pushed the plate away and looked at it in anger. “45 bloody minutes and it tastes of burnt wood.”

“I’m not even going to ask why you know that.” You raised your hands and laughed, watching as he turned to scowl at you again. He had quite the angry face when he wanted to. “Sorry, alright! Do you want me to go make you one?” You asked, sitting up to go and make him one if he wanted.

Harry pulled you into his lap so you were sat with your back to his front, his arms looping around your waist tightly to keep you with him. His chin rested on your shoulder and he kissed your cheek because he could. “No. Stay w’me.” He got all cuddly and soft and you loved it when Harry was like this. He was like a life-size version of your stuffed teddy bear you used to sleep with at night - all cute and cuddly.

“Okay, okay.” You calmed him when he thought you were just going to get up and go. “Let’s judge some people again.” You pulled out your phone and opened it to a twitter account which had posted all of them.

“Where did we get up to?” Harry asked, fiddling with the skin on your stomach as his hands snaked beneath your hoodie.

“Um, Kim K.” You clicked on the image of her and tried to hold back the laugh. It was a dreadful outfit and highly meme worthy, so you’ve heard.

“Well…” Harry sighed, reaching his own hand to swipe seeing as he didn’t have anything more to say on this particular one.

“Billie looked beautiful.” You smiled as Billie’s huge dress came on display, looking a fluffy pink marshmallow dream. She looked very Monroe with her makeup and you were always so shocked when people told you her age, because she looked so mature.

“She must’ve taken inspiration from Marilyn Monroe.” Harry added, nodding in approval of Billie’s outfit.

“More so than bloody Addison Rae.” You laughed, thinking about how far that had been from the truth.

“Addison who?” Harry asked and it made you smile and turn your head around to look at him. He looked down at you, noticing the cheeky glint in your eyes and couldn’t help but steal a glance at your beautiful lips.

“This is why I love you.” You sighed happily and gave him a kiss on the lips, cupping his cheek to direct him better. You were only going for a peck, but Harry made it that you got the full taste of him and kissed you for a minute longer. He felt perfect against you and you really did just simply love him.

“Yeah,” Harry broke from the kiss for a brief moment to tell you something important, “and I love you.”

••••

All Things Sparkles

It was an hour before the Dallas show and Harry was getting ready for another big show.

Dallas were known for being crazy and you were so excited for the energy they’d bring for Harry tonight. Harry always enjoyed the shows more when the crowd was actually ecstatic to be there and he knew Dallas wouldn’t let him down.

He was putting on his silk trousers, Lambert just to the side as he was ironing the shirt to get rid of all its crinkles. Your Harry currently looked so funny in his Gucci silk trousers, his bright yellow socks with bananas all over them, his suspenders hanging down by his sides and no shirt on as of yet. It was the socks that really pieced everything together. He had just had his hair and makeup done, just needing to get dressed before he was completely ready.

He was really glowing tonight. It made you happy to see him like this.

You were watching him through the vanity mirror as you touched up your own makeup, adding highlighter to the areas you wanted to shine a little brighter. You also started adding some gems around your eyes, wanting to be a bit different tonight along with your glittery eye shadow that you didn’t normally do. You were glueing your gems when you felt your boyfriends presence behind you, the heat of his bare chest radiating against the skin of your back.

“You look stunning, m’love.” You looked up through the vanity to catch his gaze, he smiled and you smiled back.

“Thank you. Not too bad looking y’self.” You cheekily replied, motioning towards his bare chest. “Are y’going to be keeping that out all night?” You asked, being hopeful that he would, because fuck it was hot, but also wouldn’t, because you wanted this part of him all to yourself.

“You’d like that wouldn’t y’yeah.” He squinted his eyes at you and nodded, a clear sign that no his tits were not going to be out for Dallas. “Up.” He spoke, lifting you up from under your armpits and walking around the chair so that he could sit down himself. He plonked you right back on top of his lap and watched as you leant forwards to add another gem to the corner of your eye.

“Y’putting me off.” You whined, your ass leaning right back onto the hard of his cock. He couldn’t keep soft around you, that was his kryptonite.

“Oh i’m sorry. It’s not like m’girlfriend is just sitting there looking ridiculously beautiful and yet so innocent.” He leaned forwards to whisper the rest of his words, because they were only for you. “Just look so fuckable right now.”

You had to bite your tongue from turning around and shoving it down his throat, because god did his words make you want to jump his bones. “Shut up, before y’get us both in trouble.” You wiggled your ass back over his cock as you sat back to admire the work of the gems brightening up around your eyes.

“Then stop being a fuckin’ tease.” He grabbed your hips and stopped your from moving anymore. You just smiled and put the lid back on the glue before it went everywhere, especially over Harry’s expensive clothing - even the banana socks were £17.

You looked at him through the mirror to find him already looking at you. You blushed quietly as you watched him take in your beauty. It was quite hard to get over just how ethereal he looked tonight and it made you so feral knowing he was all yours and only yours. Looking down at the gems you got an idea.

“Do y’want me to put some gems on y’too?” You asked, pointing to the ones around your eyes and thinking that he’d looked even prettier with some around his.

“Only if i’m matching w’you yeah.” Harry nodded excitedly. You got up from the chair and swizzled yourself around until you were sat back on his lap, only this time straddling him. You were so close to him now that it was getting ridiculously harder to stop yourself from taking him here and now. You leant down, instead, and gave him a lasting kiss on the skin covering his heart. Your lips lingered there for a moment, before you moved back up to see him already staring down. He smiled when he saw the stain of your lipstick printed over where his heart beat. “I proper love you, Y/N.” He smiled and cupped your chin in his fingers to bring your lips to him.

“No!” Lambert shouted, making you two pause. “You two’ll never stop if you start, so don’t start until after the bloody show.” He rolled his eyes and continued with his ironing, making you and Harry chuckle feeling like high-school kids.

“Okay, now stay still.” You spoke as you glued the first gem and held it steady against the corner of his eye. He wanted to keep his eyes open to keep looking at you, because that’s all he ever wanted to do, but you instructed him to close them just to be on the safer side. It went on easy, sticking to the outer corner of his eye, in a soft white colour that matched his trousers. Yours were the same creamy white colour to match the colour of your dress.

“Do I look pretty yet?” Harry asked rhetorically, but you replied anyways.

“Y’look pretty always.” You kissed the top of his nose whilst you glued the other gem. He closed his eyes as you told him to, but he still smiled at your words. You concentrated as you stuck the gem to the corner of the other eye and sat back to make sure they were even. Harry opened his eyes to see you making sure they looked good. “S’perfect.”

“Like you then.” He hummed in appreciation of you.

“Let’s see then.” Lambert asked, making you both turn in the chair to face him and you readjusting yourself so you were sat back against his chest. “Oh yes! Okay this is photo worthy.” Lambert took out his phone and held it up to face you both, making sure you could see the gems.

“I don’t even have a shirt on!” Harry exclaimed, but held you close anyways as you smiled for the photos and his words making you belly laugh. You posed more seriously for a few and then took a few silly ones to. Your favourite one, though, was one where you were laughing so happily and Harry was looking at you and smiling in awe over you.

He set it as his lock screen. You set it as yours. It would stay that way until your new favourite photos became your wedding day photos.

••••

Sign Of The Times

Tonight was the first Love on Tour show you were attending, only having missed opening night in Las Vegas.

Harry knew that you were coming, but you’d told him to source you out within the crowds because you wanted a full fan experience. You’d gotten the all-clear from Harry’s security, allowing your from backstage and straight through into the cherry pit. You had your lanyard and your sign ready, as fans started to pile in. You were originally going to go straight to the barricade, but you thought the fans deserved that more than you so you hung back and stayed the ends of the crowds.

A few fans spotted you and came up to asking for photos, so you did. Posing with your mask on was weird because you still smiled underneath the mask even though it wouldn’t be seen in the photo. Some fans asked whether they could stay and dance with you ask night to which you were so happy for, because dancing alone would’ve been embarrassing even for you.

The intro for golden started and the crowds were deafening, but all you could think about was your boyfriend and his challenge to spot you within the crowds. Golden and Carolina came and went, you dancing like a crazed fan along with all your new friends. Everyone was so happy and some were even crying tears of joy.

There was just love, love, love, everywhere.

Harry came to his first pause and took a quick drink since he was already quite hot and the altitude in Denver was crazy.

“Good evening Denver!” He shouted into the mic, waiting for the screams of his fans to uproar and then settle before speaking on, “The altitude is crazy here. I’ve barely done anything and I can’t breathe!” He spoke, making you slightly anxious for him but you knew he would be okay because he had an oxygen tank on stage. “Now, m’girlfriend is somewhere here tonight and i’ve gotta find Y/N before I lose the challenge.”

The fans around you started screaming that you were here and the message kept on getting passed down the crowds until they reached the front. Harry was walking around your side of the stage until he met the fans at the front saying that you were behind them. Harry held his hand over his eyes to help him find you better and you held up your sign to help him. Your sign had taken you all of 5 minutes to doodle, but the message was clear;

“I want a kiss from the one in suspenders.”

“There y’are.” He laughed when he saw your sign, dropping his mic and leaning over himself to catch his breathe from the belly laugh that he just let out. You smiled when you saw him laugh, the fans around you screaming and thanking you for making him be this way. Harry stood up and looked at you, messing with his earpiece so he could hear the arena better.

“Kiss me!” You shouted and the people around you were also shouting for him to kiss you. Even with masks on Harry could clearly understand the message.

“I wanna kiss you but I can’t!” He spoke through his mic and his voice echoed throughout the arena, making everyone scream and you simply blush. You knew he couldn’t come and just give you a kiss, it would be too dangerous, but he sent you loads of blown kisses instead and you kept them all. You sent your own back and he stuffed them all in his back pocket, before moving on to his next song before he got told off.

“Damn, he really loved you.” One of your new fans friends says next to you and all you could think was; yeah, yeah he does.

••••

My Only Angel*

For four hours he had been gone.

Four hours since he was in this hotel room with you. Four hours since you had first started acting like a brat. Four hours since he’d gotten fed up of our attitude and tied you up and left a vibrator pulsing against your clit. Four hours since your first orgasm, four minutes since your last.

The whole time Harry had been on stage, all he could think about was you being bound tight in his hotel room and dripping wet from the number of orgasms you would’ve had. He knew you’d never be able to hold yourself for four hours, so he didn’t say you couldn’t cum only he forgot to mention that the number of times that you did cum would be the number of times he denied you later on in the evening. Harry had gotten especially hard performing Only Angel, because that was your song that he’d written for you and then fucked you countless times to. Fans noticed, but put it down to the adrenaline of being onstage rather than the thought of his girlfriend being tied up and overstimulated back in his hotel room.

You just came down from the high of another orgasm when Harry walked through the door. You sighed when you saw him, thinking this would finally be it and he’d let you go free now you’ve suffered your punishment. That was wishful thinking, however.

“Oh, I didn’t see you there.” Harry pretended, wanting to tease you as much as possible, as he walked past you and hung his jacket on the back of a chair.

“H-harry.” You sighed, squeezing your eyes when you moved and felt the vibrator hit and new and exciting angle. You moaned quietly and had to suppress the embarrassing cries you wanted to let out.

“Yes?” Harry moved so he was standing at the edge of the bed, undoing the buttons on his shirt one-by-one. He looked so hot with his sleeves rolled and the suspenders already dropped down to his sides.

“I-I please s-st- enough.” You whimpered, pulling on the restraints to try and stop it yourself but you’d already tried that one too many times and nothing has come of it.

Your wrists were slightly red and bruised from all the tugging you’d been doing and Harry noticed that as he peeled away his shirt from his body. He threw the silk shirt somewhere else in the room and walked over to the right side of the bed, sitting down to get a closer look at your wrists. He leant down to give it a gentle rub and a kiss. You sighed in delight at the feeling of his cool lips burn against your flaming skin. Harry sat up and tilted your face to the side so you could face him, slight tears in your eyes. He looked at you for a few moments, taking in the shear beauty of you and your glorious body, before making sure you were alright.

“What’s your colour, baby?” He asked you gently, stroking your cheek and then running his thumb along your bottom lip with a soft pull.

“G-green.” You nodded and he smiled, leaning in to kiss you on your desperate lips. You basked in the taste of him, closing your eyes like you needed to save this moment to memory forever. You loved him like this, when he was dominant with you. He let you be submissive like you wanted to be.

“That’s my good girl.” He leaned back from you and moved onto the bed more, straddling your bare body. The silk of his pants felt erotic against your hot skin and you moaned at the dreamy sensation. He ran his large, ringed, hands up and down your body, feeling every curve and crevice. He massaged your boobs lightly in his hands, up and down your stomach and to your inner thighs behind him. You hummed at the feeling, gasping when Harry finally turned off the vibrator and moved it away from you. You felt lighter from freedom all of a sudden.

“T-hank you.” You breathed out, opening your eyes to meet his electric green ones. Wow, he looked beautiful - still slightly sweaty and hot from his concert.

“Don’t thank me yet, angel.” He grinned as he took down his trousers and pants, pushing them to the floor with his foot.

He didn’t even wait for you to register what was going on before he slipped himself inside of you. You loved the feeling so greatly, but your clit was still so sensitive. You shuddered as he picked up his pace and thrusted into you harder and harder, faster and faster. The sound of his skin slapping against yours, made you arch your back and your toes curl and then feeling if him so deep inside of you was enough to make you cum already, again.

“Feel s-so good.” You looked at him and saw the desire within his eyes. He was so full of lust right now, because the sight of you tied up with him pounding into you is better than simply imagining it. Nothing could feel more euphoric than this, both of you were sure of that.

“Yeah? Feel me all around you? So perfect f’me. M’beautiful angel.” Harry moaned out, cupping one of his hands around your throat and pushing you deeper into the mattress, whilst his other hand went to cup your breasts and give them the devotion they deserved.

Everything felt everywhere.

His rocks became sloppier as he reached his high, yours approaching much sooner than you thought it would. You were surprised you actually had anything left in you. His cock hit a spot inside of you that made you scream out and he felt you collapse around him all at once, causing his own release to quickly follow. He continued to fuck you through your release and bent himself over to press his lips to yours. He felt and tasted amazing, you couldn’t get enough. It would never be enough.

“Love you so much.” You spoke the best you could and Harry released his hand from your throat, leaning down to kiss it softly. He reached over to your hands to untie them afterwards, giving them both a few kisses over your wrists when he saw the harsh marks. Your arms were so tired that they just fell to your sides, but Harry kept on touching you softly; stroking your messy hair away from your face and caressing your cheek softly as if he hadn’t just fucked you raw. He kept his face close to you as he whispered the words that would stay imprinted on your heart forever.

“I love you, Y/N.”

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[muffindaddystyles]

OMG I LOVE DOM H THATS INLY SOFT FOR HIS SUB BUT WHEN THEIR BRATTY HE GOES FULL DOM MODE

MELTS AND BOILS OUT OF HORNINESS

Y/N was more of cuddly and clingy tonight.

Wanting nothing but to hide herself in Harry’s chest pawing at his well-built hips with a huff through her nose to be more closer to him, all of it because of his sweet praising for her's while he took her pictures in his phone before leaving for this party he wanted her to be his date— maybe a simple companion she doesn’t know yet where they stand.

She looked too angelic in a baby pink satin slip dress for him not to smother her face in careful dotting kisses and grumbled in feign offend when she pushed him away with her small hand and giggled shyly.

“Y'gonna say no to daddy, Angel?” His daunting tut, blew her pupils into surprise and she rolled her eyes and went to swat his bicep, while her lower abdomen sparkled and tingled with excitement and delight. He likes to play all sweet and precious, but underneath that tentative and “’M putty in my Angels palm,” gooey exterior’s a wicked, mischievous little sneak and satan who likes to see her suffer, basking in the sputtery and fiddly reactions of hers.

Especially in public. Oh he loves it, when he’s intentionally grazing his warm lips against her earlobe to whisper how she’s so good for daddy, darting his tongue out to wet his lips and tease her. He liked taking her out on expensive fancy restaurants and be a filthy prat with his words without a shame making her knees knock into tables, gets her all warm and pink with his little plays like kissing her fingertips one by one and slipping them slowly into his mouth, kissing the dribbles of ice-cream from her chin and murmur hotly against her cupid bow, “Hmm. Your peach’s sweeter, moppet.” to feel her squeeze onto his hand that holds her all the time, always having a hand on the small of her back and raking it impossibly low only to get her all squirmy and bashful for him, barking out a laugh when she squeals for he slip it inside her bottoms and snapped them playfully.

He loves to rouse her and make her dip into the haziness, then has an audacity to sharpen a finger at her and grunt at her, “Behave.” When she copied his vicious actions back.

Saying this, he was back to chatting his friends and call Y/N bratty how much you want but the impulsive yearn that was bubbling in her tummy skunked over with jealousy, so she chose the better option. To infuriate and arouse him with her risky little play-tactics, in hope he might drag her away and push her into the nearest washroom and tell her to suck onto daddy’s cock— then swat her hands away harshly and fuck her little watery mouth himself.

So. When she tried to be as sly as possible pretending to drop something on the ground and then bent to have her ass, clad in silk lacies peeking for him teasingly. Harry noticeably gets a bit disgruntled, adjusting himself in trousers and shifting to yank her back to pull her against his chest with a displeased frown.

This time he didn’t tell her to behave making her pout awfully whiny up at him and getting her even more frustrated by smiling down at her as if nothing happened.

Though, the smile’s one of the sinister pressed jaw bbreakin-ly to stop him from gritting his teeth and land a hard stingy slap to her bum right infront of everyone.

Y/N stomps her feet which indeed gains his attention but he chooses to ignore it, wrapping his arm around her waist to keep her closer to his side without even sparing a glance down at her.

Alas. Y/N has waved white flags of defeat considering no-amount of teasing and battiness would break his resolve – one the many things she’s envious of him in their little escapade of naughtiness, is Harry got a hellish of self-control, no wonder that’s one of the reasons he’s her dom.

“Where y'going?” He asks through a smile that was gleamed at his childhood bestfriend and not Y/N, she gulps down the lump of bitterness down her throat–- tone high-pitched in her mumble from the unbelievable achiness between her thighs and all she wants to do’s claim him hers, with deep red bites at his sweet pulse and the front of his throat’s bump.

She has no-idea in the flying fuck, what she’s stammering about, “Ni. Ma–. . . maybe he’ll be a better dom than you.” Ouch. Harry’s veins boils with spleen and indescribable outrage, his face sculptures into a fierce indignation–- out of his realization staring down at her blankly.

For a moment though Y/N feels an immense guilt pour down her head like cold icy water, cause all he’s been to her is sweet and caring telling her how precious she’s for him and how he’s gonna make love to her once they come back home.

She tends to say rubbish in her floatiness but never she has ever doubted him and her eyes gets all swimy, hands rushing up to cradle his face not caring if there’s a gathering around them – though she retreats when he doesn’t let her and to play nice with him has become a none to never option, atleast for tonight when he sets his eyes back on his friend, Y/N’s shoulders slump and shrugs; her head perks up immediately after when he’s bidding them byes and her inners fill with excitement and anticipation to just go home.

. . .

Her panties pools with arousal when he spreads his thighs apart, patting his meaty flesh with a skewered annoyance, “On daddy’s lap, bum out,” With gleeful little nod she’s stumbling her way towards him and he’s not pawing at her hips to lay her down and shove her face into the mattress, keeping his hands to himself quite for a moment before pondering if it’s the right punishment seeing how her panties are already twisted, she shrinks into herself at his cold demeanour wiggling a little to adjust.

Don’t get her wrong. She loves having him gentle and sweet and tentative, pressed so tight she could feel each lull and thump of his heart. Feeling him crush her under his weight with each thrust of his’s overwhelming each of her pores with so much love for him—- sometimes she imagines him to be rough with her, when he grabs and holds and bite her to leave her sore and whiny next day. Pinning her thighs roughly and fucks into her so fast and hard and deep .. god so deep she feels him in her tummy and her pussy swallows down onto him wetly.

He bunches her dress up her spine, strokes her cheek lovingly, plucking at her waistband and touches the soft supple skin then realizes how and why they ended up here.

Her body relaxes into him, nuzzling her nose into his knee and thinks he changed his mind and is out of fumes, will now fuck her nice and warm until a very, disrupting startling swat to her bum makes her gasp and she jerks against his bicep that’s holding her place in now, “Tha’ hurt!” She whined, pouting even though he couldn’t see it because his hold’s firm on her and if it stung didn’t mean she wants to stop him – it’s sparking the tingles in her pit wanting for more.

“’S supposed to,” He grabs onto her hand that tries to reach behind and rub the sting away, “Knows why you’re gettin’ punished right?” He doesn’t wait for her short nod and gives another firm slap to her right cheek and she feels it jiggling under his calloused palm.

“Words!” He growls, she feels small and little in his lap and she’s loving it – knowing he’d immediately stop if she’d accentuate any discomfort, “Was mean. Teased daddy and ...” She mewls when he kneads her blushed skin and clucks his tongue at her, something so dominating and domineering about him in a way she wants to obey him and listen to him quite oddly now after so much wreck havoc—- her noise strangling inside herself out of embarrassment and utter shyness; that she hurt him.

“...and daddy doesn’t likes to be teased.” He says derisively, blunt nails scratching her thighs to raise goosebumps on her skin.

“Ought to teach ya a lesson, didn’t I? You’d be still a filthy brat if it wouldn’t hurt.” He slithers his long fingers under her chin and grabs it, makes her look up at him– giving a light slap to her parted lips when she refuses to look him in eyes.

She's puckering her spit coated lips to suck his digits in her mouth and shallow her cheeks around them, grousing when he removes them out of her reach and she melts into his palm when he gives her two more spanks one after another between her asscheeks quick and hard and rolls his thumb painfully closer to where her little hole is clenching.

Might, in other cases, he'd have cooed at her and caressed her bottom, murmuring, “Such a soft little thing,” and “Moppet y'did so good for daddy,”

“Turn over.” He elevates her with his knee, rocking her on his bulge teasingly and loops his arm around her waist to finally help her up.

The sea foam glazed eyes peering down at her with such intensity makes Y/N chase for his lips eagerly and she cries out when he backs away, “Daddy no ...” Her complain is dropping to a low whimper as Harry strokes his thumb over her bottom pouty lip, creaming her panties and pricking the balloon of exhilaration in her tummy -- she’s a bit upset he hasn’t called her pet names at all and he still thinks she’s bad and hasn’t learned her lesson.

She did! She’s good!

“Maybe if you weren’t so mean,” He cups her bum, breath hitching for a moment when she hisses, lifts her up and glides her panties down, “I would’ve eat your cute pussy out earlier.” He utters, nose burrowing in her neck when she tries to get rid of the panties to be good for him, “Perhaps only really good girls gets their peach eaten . . ‘cos they really deserve it, dunno?”

Her head bows against his chest, feeling unexpectedly too small and disheartened as she murmurs kittenishly clutching his sides and blinking up at him in desperation with glossy lashes, “’M good daddy. Aren’t I?” He let a small smile tick his dimples which went unnoticed by her, of how much haziness and subbiness she has gone under.

He sponges his lips to her collarbones, a whimper scrapes from her throat from where her hands are pressed to the seam of his slacks, while he leans back undoing his buttons.

His cock twitches and akin to it his face warm pink and happy at the noises she creates once he’s out and he grasps her wrists and tugs her forward, “I’m your good girl.” She takes a huge weepy sigh leaning herself to get his cock inside her without seeming bad— because she wants to be good and she’s needy and achy at the same time.

“Your sore and stingy bum would say otherwise, Bunny.” He grins, and a groan rattles in his chest when he swipes his fingers up her folds to inspect her and she’s dripping thickly.

“Fuck. Sucha tight pretty hole f'me.” He murmurs. Helps himself ease inside wet, tight hole and holds himself from making both of them flop back into sheets when she fits around him velvety and snug, his balls pressed to her bum.

She goes to loop her elbows around his neck to smush herself into him and to muffle any inhumane noises she’ll create-- too afraid she’d sob out for being in such a vulnerable state, rather, he hooks his fingers around her wrists securely and holds them behind her spine.

“Bounce on my cock, Bunny.” He orders and she mewls, realizing he isn’t done with her and knows she tires herself too early whilst ridding him and ends up grouching and huffing.

She complies. Feeling herself stuffier and stuffier, she soaks his cock utterly slick with each of his throb inside her and she always loves how he gets more stiff once inside her like it’s the best place he wants to be in and she gazes with hooded eyes to where she has created the slide for him easier, as her pussy squelches around him with his each buck and rough thrust.

“Aah! Ah!” She cries, nibbling onto the fading love-mark on his neck when he slips his hand between their bodies to roll her clit, “Yes, yes. Right there daddy!” He tips her chin to wrap his mouth around her swollen bitten lip and suckles on it murmuring.

“Here yeah? Is daddy’s cock nice and big, hitting your spot good, fuckin’ my baby’s spots good.”

She pouts up at him, chest heaving from all her work and he brushes her hair behind, “Apologise fo’ being naughty and you might get to cum,” She wastes no time, body stretching in arched bow with his slam of hips into her.

“I’m sorry, for being naughty and misbehaving!” She blubbers slumping onto his chest.

He pats her bum, groping it to help her fuck her cunt down his heavy prick and he whispers gutturally in her ear, “Keep going bunny. I could feel ye' pussy squeezin' me s'bloody tight.” He fucks her sloppily circling her sensitive nub twice, thrice until she’s gushing all over him in a heavenly manner thrashing in his arms and not able to screw down any moans and noises.

His own orgasm follows her. Pouring her hole with a heavy cum-load and his grip from around her wrists loosens up, falling on his sides and crinkling the sheets while he stuffs his nose into her shoulder hill thighs jerking under her.

They stay, like that for some seconds, covered in sheen and possibly eachother’s sweat— his recovery was too livid he didn’t heard soft sniffles against his cheek and his chest immediately suffocates up when he draws Y/N away to be met by her glassy drunk pink eyes, lower lip wobbling awfully sad.

“Daddy I’m sorry, I’m bad, I’m so sorry daddy —...” Her jumbled apologies gets lost into her violent sob that knocks her chest and she gasps, bursting wide pupils locked to Harry’s panicked ones and he quickly cradles her face shaking his head furiously, “No baby. You’re my good girl, me best girl.” His tone honest and loving and adoring.

“No! I hurt you ....” She trembles, hiding her face into her elbow and Harry pulls it away, he moulds both of his palms against her teary warm cheeks and lulls her face with all of the endearment he holds for her in his heart.

“I didn’t mean it daddy, promise.” She sulks, fear swimming in her eyes shattering Harry’s heart into infinite pieces and he scolds himself for it, terrified he went too harsh with her, “I know bunny. I know."

“Now come back to me, Angel. Harry misses you. Wanna have me Angel bac—...” Her babbling takes over his coaxing and she hiccups, head a mess of vivid thoughts and doubts, “I got jealous, don’t like it when you look at your friends the same way y'do to me,” He wasn’t. He could never see someone in the same light and same affection and adoration he sees his lovie, since, she was gone under the foam of dizziness too much and neglected of his attention it seemed like that to her and Harry’s beating himself for making her feel like it.

“I...I know, shouldn’t. ‘M sorry, but I love you so much daddy . . .” More tears springs and falls from her eyes. Her crying confession leaves Harry appalled and shocked, butterflies swarming in his tummy and his hands stays limp on her side before he ponders that’d make her over-think he doesn’t wants to touch her so he instantly rubs his hands up and down her arms, mouth guppies many time to stutter out something.

They hadn’t exchanged ‘I love yous' yet. He knew they’d. He wanted it be when they’d be all cuddled and he’s pecking her all where and making love to her, not when she barely knows about her presence and is too floaty to have her feet on ground.

“I love you too. I love you too, so much baby, fuck.” He presses his forehead to hers, nosing her softly and gently and then smashes his lips against hers in a deep humming kiss instead of answering when she blinks up at him startled asking, “You do,” So innocently that Harry had to kiss his love and feel the taste of sex on her mouth and suckle on her tongue to drive her mind away from deprecating herself.

“Wanna have my Angel, back. Please? Pretty please?”

“No more mad?”

“Could never be, you my baby.”

“Can I keep you inside me for sometime? I’ll be good.” She murmurs sleepily, Harry wraps his arms around her and snuggles her into his chest, “My cock’s all yours pretty girl.” He soothes her back. Waiting patiently for her breathing pattern to go back to normal.

“Thank you.” Her voice sobering up, cracking the cocoon of fog where his Y/N rests and the moment she’d be out, he’s gonna kiss her love for him out of her lips.

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