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[fuckmymunson]

a/n: so, this post forced me to do this... good evening. | 18+ babes!, minors DNI.

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Holding a red box, decorated with a big golden bow, you walk to your stepdad’s office, the skimpiest dress you owned hugging your body similar to the possessive embrace of a lover, the white fabric decorated with yellow flowers, the lace on the hems of the dress and the heart-shaped neckline, framing your breasts and pushing them together. A perfect dress for the perfect day. 

“Come in.” You hear his muffled voice across the mahogany door, and you giggle in anticipation at the way his eyes brighten at the sight of you, how his eyes travel across your body without a trace of decency, he loved that dress, he gifted you that dress. As you placed the box on top of his desk, you approached him on the other side, your skirt flowing gracefully with your movements, letting him glimpse your pink pair of underwear that you chose especially for the occasion.

Your hands meet his chest, as your nose brushes his. “Hi, daddy.” His hands are pressed over your hips, dragging you closer and placing you in between his legs. 

“Hello, princess.” He coos at you, kissing your jaw and sliding one hand across your thigh. “You look gorgeous.”

“Thanks, daddy.” You giggle again, and he coos at you again, loving how polite his baby is. “I got you a gift.”

A thousand butterflies attack your stomach when you see him smile, those pearly white teeth had you spellbound. “A gift? What for, lovely?” His hand creeps north, ghosting at the edge of your underwear, making you squirm in anticipation. 

“Father’s day, of course, daddy.” You pull away for a moment, just to bend over his desk, giving him the perfect view of the adorable curve of your ass, and James can’t help but sigh at the beautiful sight. “I hope you like it.” Handing him the box, you hop just to sit on his desk, your breasts bouncing lightly at the action. James undoes the bow, tossing it aside and carefully unwrapping the gift, careful to not rip it apart, knowing it would break your heart. You watch how his fingers work cautiously, and your gaze fixates on his movements, wishing he was unwrapping you instead, sliding his fingers across your folds, curling them inside you, kissing your lips and calling you a good girl.

He gasps in delight at the red set of lingerie that is presented inside the box, the sheer fabric embroidered with cherries, and next to the set there’s a red tie, the same deep red and also embroidered with cherries and his initials on a golden thread. “Oh, princess, you didn't have to.” He smiles even wider, already picturing how perfect the lingerie set would look on you. 

“So we can match, daddy.” He places the box on his desk again and urges you to sit on his lap, you bite your lip when you feel his cock against your underwear, and your hips roll involuntarily, making you mewl in satisfaction and making James laugh. His hand returns to your thighs, this time he flips over the fabric of your dress, exposing your ass to the room. “Did you like it?”

“Oh, I loved it, princess.” He kisses your lips, your jaw and your neck, stopping at your collarbone. His left hand meets your covered cunt, smirking when he finds the material slightly damped. “Let me reward you for such a wonderful gift.” Moaning against his lips, your cheek is pressed against his and your arms are lazily wrapped around his neck, while you ride his fingers, the sopping sounds of your cunt being rewarded are music to your daddy’s ears. 

He kisses you while you orgasm on his fingers, curling his digits and pushing them deeper inside your puffy, wet pussy. His favourite gift at the end of the day was you, his princess <3.

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ik i'm a whore<3.

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[fuckmymunson]

Hi love! How are you?? 📸 Anon here. Could please write a blurb on comfort where reader is on their period and they're being moody. I don't really get cramps on my period, I just get a lot moody and snap at people. So I get scared that I'll end sweet and scared relationships I've build over the years with someone I'm really comfortable with. Idk if it makes sense, but I'd really like it if you write it, I going trough stuff rn 🥺Love, -📸

a/n: Hello my love! I'm a lil' tired but nothing a comfort movie and blankets can't fix<3. Of course love! whatever u want<3. I hope you feel better now, I'm sending u lots of hugs and forehead kisses. I got a little Sirius biased at the end... Just cuz I know u love him sm<3

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"Pup, are you in there?" The sudden knock on the bathroom cubicle makes you jolt.

"Y—Yeah, give me a second." You reply sliding your hands over your quidditch uniform, feeling uncomfortable with the makeshift pad with toilet paper. It was no use, there was no way you could go back to the field like that.

"Are you hurt?" Sirius sounds worried, as he leans his shoulder in the bathroom door. "I know James can go overboard sometimes with practice. If you want I can tell him—."

"Is fine!' You snap, impulsively. "I promise, Sirius, I'm fine." The words were slightly harsher than intended, and you instantly regret talking to one of your boyfriends that way. "Shit—, I'm sorry." You open the cubicle door just to find yourself alone in the girl's bathroom.

"Great, now he's mad at me." You rub your face annoyed. Looking at your reflection, you raise your middle finger to yourself. "Can't believe I got my damn period while flying, fuck."

The walk back to your dorm was uncomfortable as hell, the headache of the physical exhaustion of James's long-ass practices and having to dodge Sirius's lethal bludgers were making your arms and legs hurt, plus, the constant anxiety of staining your uniform was so stressful. Inside the common room, you see Remus and Lily chatting about the last prefect meeting, who greet you with a small smile and a wave. Remus, the sweet boyfriend he is excuses himself to walk towards you.

"How was practice, love?" He kisses your forehead and you try your best to smile.

"Great, I'm just tired, m'gonna go take a shower." Remus frowns at your lack of excitement, you adored quidditch practice with James and Sirius, who speaking of...

"Where are the other two?" Remus's hand cups your face, noticing your bad mood. "Something happened? Was James too brusque again? I already told him to take it easy, is just practice. Or Sirius was bothering you again?"

You loved how they took care of you, how attentive and thoughtful your boyfriends could be, but the hormones, the headache, the 4 hours of sleep you had last night... "Remus I'm fine, I'm not made of glass, you know?" Ugh, the disgusting sensation of your body literally throwing up blood made you shiver. "Just because I'm not as good as James is flying, or I'm not as strong as Sirius, I—."

"There she is." Speaking of the devil. Storming into the common room, James and Sirius finally reach you, James is holding your broom and his, and Sirius is holding his and a small plastic bag. "When I returned to the bathroom you weren't there, pup. I asked Marlene and she said you walked back to the common room."

"How are you feeling?" James is quick to hold your hand, leaning down to kiss your cheek. "Do you need anything? we brought you chocolate. We know it makes you feel better."

"How did you?—" You ask, furrowing your eyebrows. "How?"

"Darling, every time it happens, you get all moody and is obvious that you're easily annoyed." Sirius chuckled. "I kind of figured it out when you snapped at me, but I did the math and it makes sense, you know."

"So that's why you almost scream at me?" Remus teases you, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"I didn't scream at you." The pout you give him only makes him laugh. "I'm sorry, I know this is no excuse for my bad mood, but it's really fucking uncomfortable when I'm flying. "

"Don't worry, pretty girl." James joins the hug, kissing your nose lovingly. "Let us know for the next time, and if you don't want to go to practice, is fine."

"Why don't you tell me is fine to skip practice?" Sirius glares at James, stabbing him with his grey eyes.

"Because you're not a pretty girl, you just look like one."

After a shower, you're now comfortably laying under the covers of Sirius's bed, biting on a piece of dark chocolate. Sirius kisses your forehead, loving how cute you look right now, hair damp and sticking to the sides of your face, wearing his shirt and your legs crossed with his. "feeling better, pup?" He asks, this time kissing your lips, tasting the chocolate.

"Much better." You smile, snuggling into his arms.

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smooch<3

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[fuckmymunson]

𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 — 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

❀ CW: Obsessive, toxic, possessive and unhealthy behaviours.

❀ Part 2.

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James was used to getting whatever he wanted. Since he was a child his parents spoiled him and showered him with attention, gifts, and praised him, he was their precious golden boy. He was the unspoken leader of the Marauders, he was the head boy of the Gryffindor house and he was the quidditch team captain.

James knew he was loved, adored, and worshiped. His narcissistic behaviors were disguised as a high ego and self-esteem. He never took a no as an answer. Every girl who had eyes fell for him, and James was obsessed with the attention. Being the center of the play was his favorite activity, maybe that's why he got along with Sirius Black, another boy who loved the attention and enjoyed having all eyes on him. Girls floated around him like pretty little butterflies and who was him to deny their coquette eyes and kissable lips? He gave them the best night of their lives, just to later brag about it and don't even bothered to look back at their way.

But this one girl, this one had im infatuared.

You were different, you were bold, and you were the only girl who dared to reject him. And the very first moment you pushed him away, he knew he had to have you no matter what. His flirting started rather harmless, which escalated into being literal harassment. At first, James thought you were playing hard to get, but rejection after rejection he finally got the message.

You hated him.

And that only made him even more fascinated with you. 

"Prongs, don't you think it's too much? She already rejected you eight times." Sirius looked at how James was (again) tracing your steps in the Marauder's map. 

"It's never too much when it's about her, Pads." James sighed, dreamily. "She's gonna be my future wife, I'm sure of it." The rest of the marauders looked at each other worried, but they were boys, after all, they didn't know how to approach him without feeling uncomfortable. 

He followed you everywhere. Stalked you, track your steps on the map at any moment of the day.  He knew every class you attended, he knew who you frequented. James knew everything he could possibly know about you. Paying extra attention to your favorite pastries, your favorite flowers, the ink you used on your quill your favorite secret spots to hang out alone. He couldn't stop himself, he was completely obsessed with every little thing about you. One of his favorite activities was to hide under the invisibility cloak and follow you around, to the girl's bathroom, to the library, to your dorm. His dreams were flooded with your image, with your smile, with your laugh. James felt every inch of his body reacting to your presence and was sure you were the love of his life. 

 James loved the way your hair brushed your face while you slept. 

Oh, he was entirely enamored with you. 

James stole some of your things from time to time, your clothes being his main and usual target. He had to hide his smile every time he heard you asking about your pair of socks, your blouse, your tie, or even your underwear that one time. James had to swallow his rage every time he heard you talking about boys who weren't him, when you talked about your first kiss, or who asked you out. No one was good enough for you, only him. Only James Potter was the only one worthy of your love. It was alright if you didn't accept it because he was going to make you change your mind. 

One way or another. 

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[fuckmymunson]

Hello! Are you gonna write a part 2 of 'Obsessed'?

𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐈 — 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

❀ CW: 18+, SMUT, NON-CON/DUB-CON, choking, slapping, (borderline) praising kink, masturbation (f & m), oral sex (f), gaslighting, obsessive, toxic behaviours, stalker!James | Part 1. Part 3.

❀ a/n: Yes!!, thanks so much for asking!! Here it is, hope you like it jiji.

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Alone in the dorm, fingers curled inside you, biting your pretty lips to hold back any moan. Your naked form was protected by a thin oversized t-shirt and the heat of the heat building up in your lower abdomen made your back arch in the soft sheets. 

James's large hand palmed himself through the tight fabric of his trousers. He was starstruck by your gorgeous little spectacle. One that, inside his wicked mind, you made just for him to watch. His eyes followed the way your hand ran through your body, touching your lovely tits and how for fingers slid in and out of your wet core. The sounds were music to his ears, he had a front-row seat for free and all he had to do was to wait patiently next to your dorm room under the invisibility cloak.

Watching you come undone in your hand was hands down, the hottest and most appealing thing he had ever seen before. Pumping himself to match your pace, James bit his lip hard enough to draw blood from it just to silence his own sounds. Your post-orgasm state was a delightful sight, your cheeks blushed and your soft skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat. He didn't miss the way your legs tremble while putting on your pink panties and a loose pair of sweatpants. Walking out of your dorm, James followed you to the prefect's bathroom, only taking a quick stop to wave at Remus who was in the common room with his girlfriend doing homework. This wasn't the first time he followed you to the prefect's bathroom but it was the first time he had seen you pleasuring yourself so prettily. 

James leaned against the wall, looking at you run the bath, your clothes pooling at your feet. James was high with the sight of your naked form, just like he had done countless times before. But this time, this time it was different. Seeing you touch yourself like that, seeing the cute little face you did when you reached that peak of pleasure, brought him to a different state of mind.

He wanted to be the one to cause you that type of pleasure. 

A large hand covered your mouth in a flash. Muffling your instant scream. Looking at the mirror next to you, you recognized the messy curls and pair of glasses, feeling his lips brush against your ear shell. Your whole body was frozen in fear and shock. 

"Sorry I scared you, love," James whispered. "You're just so pretty, so beautiful. I can't fight the urge to make you mine anymore."

The hand around your mouth muffled your sobs, while the tears cascade down your cheeks, your legs tremble with fear. James kissed your ear, making you whine again.

"Baby, don't cry." His voice was sweet, intoxicating. "I'm gonna remove my hand, okay? And don't even think about escaping or screaming. It will only make this worst for you." 

You nod desperately, feeling the adrenaline rush through your veins, you prayed for something, someone, anything. James slowly removed his hand and you pushed him, running towards the door not even bothering to cover your nudity. Unfortunately, he was quicker, stronger, he was insane. A painful grip on your arm made you cry, his body pushing you against the cold wall, caging you.

"I told you to not fucking try and escape." James's eyes flashed red, his voice low and dangerous. 

"I'm sorry." You sobbed, closing your eyes. "Please, please don't hurt me." You implored.

"I would never hurt you, bunny." James hid his face in the crook of your neck, kissing the exposed flesh. "I love you so much, and you know that." Large hands cupped your face. "Open your eyes." You denied his request, and he pressed your cheeks harder. "I said open fucking your eyes." And you did. 

"Why do you hate me?" You asked, the question, and your tears made his heartbreak a little.

"I don't hate you, bunny." James frowned. "Why would you say that?"

"You're always bothering me!" Your words are accompanied by a sob. "I already told you so many times to leave me alone, please, please stop this. It's so scary."

"Baby, I love you." James kissed your nose, with a smile that screamed insanity. "I would never leave you alone, you are the love of my life." You cry louder at his words.

"Why are you so fucking obsessed with me?!" You shout, which earned you a hard slap, and the sudden sting in your cheek shut you up. 

"Don't raise your voice at me, bunny." A threat, that was a threat. "You are the one making things hard for both of us. I love you, and it pains me dearly every time you pretend you don't love me back."

"I don't love you." You spat. "I fucking hate you with all my soul, you're just a fucking playboy, thinking every girl wants you back, your ego is so high you're literally going insane. And what for? Just because I didn't want to fuck you?"

A hand is wrapped around your throat cutting your words, your feet barely brushing the cold marble floor. Your vision starts to blurry and your tiny hands wrap around James's arm, scratching his skin for a bit of air, for a release.

"You're lying." James laughed, a laugh that was now flooding your head. "Stop with these games, love. If you want to pretend you don't love me, fine." He leaned closer, lips brushing yours, breathing your air. "I will make you love me for good." 

Releasing you, the cold floor welcomes your body, James sinks to his knees and grabs a fistful of your hair just tugging it painfully, crashing his lips with yours. His tongue invades your mouth, dominating you and drinking your cries. Large hands cup your naked chest, touching you just like you did to yourself minutes before. Your whole body shivers at the touch. James licks your cheeks, savoring the salty taste of your tears, groaning in response. You were intoxicating, so sweet, so pretty. You were everything he wanted, he longed for. 

"Please, please let me go." You beg, trying to curl and hide from his gaze. "I won't tell anyone, please just leave me alone."

"I'm afraid I can't do that." James fakes a sad smile. "I need to remind you once and for all, that you belong to me."

And with that, he parts your thighs with his hands, positioning himself in the middle. His lips dance all across your neck, leaving purplish marks, bites, and kisses. Another sob made its way to your lips, a finger brushes your lips.

"Suck." He commands and you weakly open your mouth for him to insert his middle finger, covering it with your spit, James groans in satisfaction. "M'gonna make you feel so good, baby."

While his lips are busy tormenting your breasts, licking and biting every inch of flesh that was in his reach, he sucks on your hard nipple making you moan, this time not of discomfort or pain. The guilt feeling clouds your head at the very same moment your body reacts to his ministrations, the fear and the pleasure making you feel awful, you shouldn't be enjoying this, and yet you were rocking your hips slowly at the feeling of his finger circling your clit, following the same pattern you did in the darkness of your dorm. James was a quick learner. The tears kept running down your red cheeks, and for James who just backed away to admire you, it was the prettiest sight ever. All covered in his love bites and enjoying yourself in his fingers. 

"Oh, baby." He whispers. "I can't wait to make you cry with pleasure."

The foreign feeling of his tongue against your bare core surprised you, the wetness of his tongue was now mixed with the one between your legs, a constant reminder of how you were enjoying this, enjoying being pleasured by someone you hated, someone who stalked you and was completely obsessed with you. His tongue slid inside you just like his fingers did moments ago, James groaned in pleasure at the taste, it was sweeter than a jar of honey, it was delicious and he was sure he was now addicted. Curling his tongue, he hit the spot and you moaned, one hand flying to grab his hair, a motion that made his heart flutter. You tugged his locks almost gently, which only encouraged him, his thumb brushing your cute little bundle of nerves just the right way, another loud moan had him painfully hard. Decided to make you come undone with his tongue, James did just that, while you cried and your back arched, pushing his head so now you were grinding yourself against his face, not that he was bothered, of course. James was in love. 

A trail of your slick connected your pussy and his lips, and it wasn't supposed to make your stomach flutter, but oh, it did. 

"You're a goddess." James moaned and kissed you, forcing his tongue again and you moaned at the taste of your desire in his mouth. 

Feeling your head all fuzzy, you felt dizzy. The orgasm was harder than any other you had before, no one before was able to make you finish that hard and fast, not even yourself. The kiss is heated, and for the first time, the moment James pulls back, you chase his lips again, eager to feel that spark of pleasure again, the only salvation to push the feeling of guilt and shame that terrorized you.

"Say you love me," James demanded, locking eyes with you. "Say it." Left hand quick to wrap your throat again, your eyes widened at the action.

"I love you." You whispered, feeling the tears again, ready to fall. "I love you, James."

"Good girl." He praised and kissed you, a gentle, loving kiss. "I knew you will come to terms sooner or later, maybe you just needed a little push." He chuckled, kissing your nose. "Promise me you will never leave me."

"James, please." A simple beg. "Please, I'm scared."

"Promise me, bunny." He ignored your pleas. "You have all the power to make this easier for you. Just accept the fact that you're mine." 

"James, please let me go." Closing your eyes, the tears made their presence known once again. 

You hear him sigh, you hear him shift for a moment, and then you feel it. 

Opening your eyes, you look at the way James brushed his hard cock against your wet pussy, making sure to lubricate himself with your previous release. You whine, still sensitive and overworked by your fingers, his fingers, and his tongue. 

"W-What are you doing?" You ask, that awful feeling of fear creeping its way into your body. 

"I'm gonna fuck you until you forget your name." He says it so sweetly, with a smile. "Maybe that way, you will never forget who owns you."

And with that, he enters you, slowly. The pain, both mental and physical exhausted you. You felt your head going dizzy again, almost floating, feeling underwater. Drifting away, just praying for everything to be over. You moan at the sensation and James does as well, bottoming out. If eating you out pleased him, being squeezed tightly by your wall was the closest he had been to heaven. 

For you, it was hell.

Like a gentleman, he gives you a moment to adjust to the new feeling, pinching your nipples and caressing your sides, comforting you. Fighting the feeling your body has to move, to feel, to search for pleasure, you cry. Although you failed miserably, James groaned loudly at the sensation of your hips rocking against his.

"That's it, angel." He praises. "Make yourself feel good, this is for you." He kissed you while he starts to move, slowly, carefully. He bottoms out again, his name escaping his lips. "Godric, you feel so warm, so tight, so perfect." The praises feel so genuine, your body reacts positively to his words, your wall clenching against his cock. 

A few minutes later and James is now pounding without any mercy, eager to hear more, to feel you cum around him just like you did in his mouth. Your wet pussy makes such lovely sounds, skin colliding, James even regrets not doing this sooner. 

"I love you, I love you." He repeats, like a mantra. "So perfect, so good for me." You moan, not knowing if you agreed with him. Everything was confusing, your common sense already far behind you, pleasure clouding your pretty head, numbing any other thought. "Please be mine, always. Just mine." His thumb finds your clit again, making you moan.

Making you moan his name.

It was like a dream come true, it was all he desired. James whined, lost in pleasure, lost in you. Finally, finally, finally you were his. Just like he wanted. 

"Pretty." He manages to choke out. "Such a lovely pussy, all for me." Each word is followed by a deep and hard thrust. "Mine, all mine." 

The familiar knot in your lower abdomen was getting bigger, harder to ignore. James felt it too, it felt how your pussy tightened around him, he saw how your cute face scrunched in pleasure, just like he wanted. Just like it did in your bedroom. It was tougher for him to move, which meant you were close, so close. 

"Cum for me, baby." He hurries you, he encourages you. "Please, let me feel you. Let me see how pretty you look cumming on my cock. Mine." He moans, and you do too. Reaching that desperately wanted climax. James moans, he moans your name, how good it feels. "Tell me you love me." He demands.

"I love you." That was the last thing you said before you released all the built-up pleasure, his release following yours after a few sloppy thursts. The warmth of his seed inside you rips a weak sound from your throat. "I love you." You repeated, maybe you lost your sanity as well.

"Thank you," James whispered kissing your neck, your jaw, lips, and nose. "Thank you. Thank you."

There it is again, the feeling of guilt, hitting you like a bucket of cold water. It was pointless, you were trapped now. Trapped in a sick love. James showers you with kisses, helps you take a bath, washes your hair, and takes pauses to kiss you, to worship you. For a second, you believe him, maybe it was better this way, maybe it would make everything easier.

He wraps you in a soft, fluffy, and big towel, kissing your shoulders. 

"My sweet, girlfriend. Mine." James whispers lost in a trance, in a delirium. 

"Yours." You agree, maybe... Maybe it wasn't that bad.

"Yes, mine." He smiles at the way you comply with him. "No one will love you like I do, doll. No one will make you feel this way, you know." He whispers sweet little nothings to you while he helps you get dressed. Completely forgetting the cloak in the prefect's bathroom. You felt caged, you felt scared. But, again... Maybe, maybe this was your only choice. Maybe, maybe you did love him back, you were just pretending not to, just like James said.

No one says a thing, no one dares. Remus and his girlfriend are still in the common room, when they noticed you two walking, holding hands. They look at each other confused but remained silent. Sirius and Peter, who seemed to join them at some point of the night, were just as confused, Sirius attempted to stand up, but Remus's hand kept him seated on the floor. 

"Wanna sleep with me tonight?" James asks you, making you feel like you have a choice.

Even though you know you are helpless now.

"Yes." You reply, crestfallen.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, my love."

Sorry for any mistakes! English is not my first language. I appreciate any feedback!˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

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[fuckmymunson]

𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞 — 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧

♡ CW: Abusive relationship, toxic behaviours, heavy angst, miscarriage, verbal and physical abuse, destructive and intrusive thoughts. | Word count: 3.4k.

♡ a/n: trying the [y/n] format, lmk if y'all like and if I missed a tag pls.

♡ If you happen to be in an abusive relationship, please seek help! Take care and stay safe, xo.

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He wasn't a monster, he was just a broken soul.

And she was a fool, trying desperately to fix the broken pieces of a doomed man.

The first signs were written in big, flashy red ink all over the walls, her body, and her eyes. But she believed, she hoped, and wished for a change. He was a good man, he loved her. 

And if so, then why was she so afraid of him at that very moment?

"Remus, you're hurting me." She spoke weakly while a large scarred hand was wrapped around her wrist.

He looked at her, with wide, teary eyes, and his heart shattered for a second. Releasing her from his hold, Remus took a step back. She looked tiny and scared. Scared of him, of his words, his actions.

"Please answer my question." His voice was shaky, anxious.

"I already told you he is just a coworker, you don't need to worry." A soft hand caressed the now bruised wrist, and the guilt flooded his body, Remus took a step closer only to wrap her in a tight hug.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, feeling his own eyes tearing up. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He repeated. "I got carried away, I was jealous." It wasn't an excuse, but the words came without hesitation. "I can't lose you."

"Remus." Her sweet voice was comforting, and it only fueled his regret. "I would never leave you."

"Never?" He asked with a slight sob. 

"Never." She promised.

It was a promise.

Remus was insecure, he was conscious of it. He tried to push his intrusive thoughts instead of working with them, instead of healthily dealing with them, being so used to just bottling up his emotions. Years after years of not feeling enough for anyone, she made him feel worthy of being loved and cared for. He was selfish for keeping you up with him, he was also conscious of that, but after almost two years together, Remus was incapable of imagining life without her. She got him through every dark night, hugging and consoling him after every nightmare, kissing his tears away. Every full moon she was there, the only ray of hope he had in his life. The only one he truly cared for, and she was a dream come true. 

She was his muse, for a long time. Remus wrote poems about her, songs, and books. Words scribbled down in messy writing just describing how much he loved her, recounting every happy memory, expressing the feelings his lips weren't able to pronounce. Remus adored her and treated her like a goddess. She was his goddess. 

After almost two years, something changed, something snapped inside him. His insecurities returned, knocking him down. She noticed something was wrong, and started questioning herself; Wasn't she enough for him? Was he realizing she wasn't worth it? doubt after doubt, Remus failed to notice how his mood was affecting her, being too self-centered in his self-destruction to notice he was destroying the one he loved the most. 

The first time he hit her, he cried. 

He apologized, for what felt like hours. She cried, but in the end, he forgave him. She believed in him, he could change, and he was going to help him be better. They cried together and Remus did everything in his reach to comfort her the same way she comforted him every dark night and bad day. That night, when they fell asleep together, he kissed her. Kissed her pretty, soft lips and felt at ease once again, all the anger melted away. Why was he angered in the first place? Remus couldn't recall what was the issue. All he could focus on was the way their lips danced together, how his hand caressed her body and made her feel loved. Neither of them heard it, neither of them noticed, being too distracted in their heated embrace.

Too lost in a loving kiss, to hear the sound of breaking down. 

Exhausted. If she had to summarize how she felt, it would be exhausted. She loved Remus, beyond everyone and everything, it was a love so intense and devoted that she forgot she was someone. She forgot to love herself. He was her priority. He was all she could think of. He wasn't a bad guy, he just had bad moments. She learned to hide the bruises, she learn to hold her tears, knowing that seeing her cry upset him. The warnings were still there, brighter than ever. But she ignored them because Remus needed her and she liked to be needed. She loved to be desired. 

"It's so hot, [Y/N]." Sirius looked at her from behind his sunglasses. "Take that sweater off please, you're making me uncomfortable."

She quit her job, Remus told her it was for the best and she agreed, eager to please him. She loved to see how his eyes brightened every time he saw her after work, dressed in that lovely pink apron he bought just for her. She liked to stay at home, she liked the privacy, doing the chores, and taking care of their little love nest. Remus invited James and Sirius for dinner, and surprisingly, Sirius was the first one to arrive. 

"It's not, stop being ridiculous." She replied while preparing the table, feeling a sudden wave of nervousness hit her. Her left arm had a giant bruise, and the fingerprints of Remus's hand on her forearm, it was an accident of course. Remus apologized and bought her a bouquet of her favorite flowers the next day, demonstrating how much he loved her. 

[Y/N] was afraid, knowing that his friends might not understand it, Remus loved her, and that was all that mattered. Sirius would probably be really mad, especially towards Remus and she didn't want to be a breaking point to such an important friendship for her boyfriend. So it was better this way. Remus who walked out of their bedroom at that moment heard the conversation, feeling the same nervous feeling at Sirius's words. They would probably judge him, and they will try and take her away from him, and Remus couldn't allow that, not even from his best friends. They didn't know anything about their relationship. They were in love, they just had problems like every other couple.

James arrived half an hour later accompanied by Lily, who looked radiant, pregnancy suited her, making her glow brighter than the sun. Hearing the young couple talk so excitedly about their baby, made Remus wonder, would you be willing to have a family with someone like him? Would you put your life at risk for him? 

"Moony and Mrs. Moony, I think it's your turn to have a lil' moon." Sirius joked. Remus remained silent at his words but she giggled. 

"Speaking of which... I have an announcement." Her words were like an illusion, Remus refused to think it was real, but it was. 

Sirius yelled, excited, James and Lily cheered with him, a baby. A baby. 

"Earth calling Remus." Sirius waved a hand in his face. "Are you with us?"

"Yeah." He replied, blinking a few times. 

"Aren't you happy?" James asked with a frown, the moment Lily announced her pregnancy, James cried with happiness, they knew Moony wasn't the expressive type, but the lack of reaction worried them. 

"I am." Remus faked a smile, holding his girlfriend's hand. "I'm just really surprised." And he kissed her, noticing how happy she looked. Remus could only imagine how beautiful and brave she was for carrying his child.

His child. 

That night, Remus felt something change inside him, again. He felt at ease once again, he was going to be a father. Something that in his younger years he never thought possible, not even in his wildest dreams. He placed a pair of large hands over her stomach, earning a giggle from her.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier." Why was she apologizing? "I just wanted it to be a surprise."

"Thank you." He whispered, hiding in the crook of her neck. "Thank you."

"What for, love?"

"For staying."

Once again, he promised himself to be a better man. Not only for her, for him, but for the little one who was now growing inside her. A part of him, of her. A part of their love. 

Life wasn't easy, and from here, it would only get harder. Remus's intrusive thoughts returned just a month later. Haunting him. That poor child was cursed, the poor child who had a werewolf father. A father incapable of loving without hurting. Remus was too consumed with his own life, consumed by his fears, and those fear started to take the best of him, to threaten his sanity. The goodnight kisses stopped, the morning routines felt monotone, and dinner felt empty. She started questioning, again. Feeling useless, feeling drained. The pregnancy was consuming, and she was barely hitting her third month. The distance that Remus was unconsciously placing between them only made things worst. Forced to watch her youth slip away every day that went by. She started to feel lonely, Remus was so close and yet so far. His presence felt like the sun itself, giving her all the energy and happiness, but draining her if they spent too much time together. 

"Do you still love me?" She asked one night after he laid down away from her.

"You know I do," Remus replied feeling his heartbeat speeding up. 

"Then why won't you show it?" She tried to suppress the sob, but it was too late. She started sharing her heart, she started tearing apart in front of him.

It hit him like a thousand concrete bricks. Remus hugged her, hugged for what felt like years. Too caught up in his emotional decay to notice his neglect towards his pregnant girlfriend. He kissed her tears away, just like he used to do. Whispering sweet nothings and empty promises. Promises that soon would be broken. For the following days, everything seemed to be going better, the kisses, the routine, and the love blossomed again. 

But good things never last. 

It was supposed to be a surprise, she bought a new dress, form-fitting and all. She walked to the little market down the street to gather all the supplies to cook his favorite food and bake his favorite cake, even taking time to stop by the local library and borrow some of his favorite books as well. Remus loved to lay on her lap while she read for him. She even called Sirius and asked him for that bottle of wine she knew Remus liked and was quite rare to get, who agreed, promising her he'll be at their apartment before her boyfriend returned from work.

Everything was going according to plan. Maybe that's why the moment she opened the apartment door, she was surprised to find a very startled Remus, his hair was a mess like when he runs his hand through it when he's nervous, his eyes were different, the usual loving honey eyes were looking at her with pure rage. 

"Where were you?" He asks, his voice screaming danger. He had a very maul bouquet of flowers in his hand, her favorite flowers. 

"I was at the market." Reassuring her statement, she placed the paper bags on the table. 

"Don't lie to me [Y/N]," Remus spoke, looking almost disturbed.

"Remus, I'm not lying." She frowned, placing her slim hands on top of her belly in a protective manner. "I wanted to give you a surprise, cook your favorite dinner, and bake you that chocolate fudge cake you like." 

"You're fucking lying." With quick steps, his hand pulled her by the arm in a bruising grip. "You were trying to leave me?"

"No!" She squeaked, panicked.  "I promise!"

"Good." He breathed. "If you ever try to leave me..."

"Remus I would never, I love you..."

"If you ever try to." He continued, ignoring her. "I will fucking kill myself."

She tried to push him away, scared. Tears fell quickly with loud sobs, trying to place a distance between them, Remus interpreted it as a threat, she was trying to leave him. His emotions were too strong, too intense. Unbeknownst to both, the full moon was just around the corner. Making everything harder than it already was. Remus saw red. He pounced, and everything happened in a matter of seconds.

They were yelling at each other, screaming. She was crying, asking him to stop, to stop hurting her, to stop hurting their love. Remus tried to, but he wasn't conscious of his actions and for a moment he wondered if there was a time in his life when he was truly aware of what he was doing. Although that life seemed too far at that point. She pushed him, scratched him, kicked him. The bouquet was now forgotten on the kitchen floor, while the white linoleum was stained with blood. 

Breaking down, breaking down, breaking down.

The front door swung open in a violent way. Sirius ran into the house just to find the most horrendous scene he had ever seen in his life. Blood, tears, pain. The bottle of wine in his hand fell to the ground, breaking and staining the floor as well. Remus hugged her unconscious body, his face bleeding from a few superficial scratches, his hands covered in blood. He was sobbing, clinging to her form desperately. 

It took Sirius a few seconds to put the pieces together, and when he did, oh, he did. 

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He screamed, a crashing feeling of anger quickly taking control of his body.

"I didn't mean to." Remus cried, pressing his forehead against hers while his tears fell all over her face. 

Breaking down, breaking down, breaking down. 

The waiting was torture. The silent hospital hall was too loud, Remus felt his head pounding painfully, the blood that stained his clothes a constant reminder of his actions. On the other side of the waiting room, Sirius fixated his grey eyes on him, using every ounce of self-control he had left to not choke and murder the guy in front of him. His hands were also covered in her blood. He enjoyed watching him like that, looking like a guilty bastard, and Sirius wished he would feel that way the rest of his life. His black boot tapping anxiously against the white flooring, Sirius let out a shaky sigh. The tall, white walls felt suffocating, the bright lights felt pointed at Remus and only him, like big white arrows that screamed "culpable."

"Since when." He asks, after taking another deep breath, the bruises on her arms and legs caught his attention when the nurses were prompt to undress [Y/N] and cover her with a hospital gown. Remus only lowered his eyes, locking them with his leather shoes. 

She gave him those shoes, for his birthday.

"Remus, since when." Sirius insisted, clenching his fists until the knuckles were white. 

"I don't remember." The taller boy replied in a whisper. 

The doors of the waiting room opened, and James walked in followed by Lily, who looked concerned and confused. They noticed the heavy atmosphere and the blood on their clothes and hands. Something was off, there was something in the air, something bad.

"What happened?" Lily asked, placing her hands on her swollen belly, just like she did a few hours ago, trying to protect her baby.

Their baby.

"Tell them." Sirius spat with irregular breathing, his chest rising in anger. 

"Tell us what?" James inquired, while Lily grabbed his hand, something was really off. "Moony, what is he talking about?"

"If you don't tell them, I will." His dark curls framed his face, leaning down with narrowed eyes. Remus tensed, the shame and guilt were crushing his body, his soul, and his heart. Everything was too much, he felt heated, nauseous. He heard her cries inside his head on replay, asking him to stop. Please. 

"It takes a different type of coward to hurt his girl, his pregnant girlfriend." Sirius's words clicked instantly. Remus bit his lip choking a sob, James's breath hitched and Lily gasped. 

"Please tell me he's joking." James broke the silence, hands shaking. "Remus please tell me it's a lie."

Please.

"It's not a lie." He confessed, knowing there was no coming back. 

A hand slapped him, all across his cheek. It stained, but he deserved it, he knew that for sure. Lily's face was as red as her hair, she screamed at him, the same words Sirius screamed at him, their words sinking deep down his chest, burning him. James hugged his fiance while she cried in his chest, trying with all his strength to maintain composure. 

"Mrs. [L/N]?" A nurse walked in, with papers in hand and a gloomy look in her eyes.

Sirius and Remus stood up, expectantly, both fearing the worst. 

"She's fine, just a couple of bruises and internal bleeding." She explained, unaware of the situation, or pretending to be, that it wasn't her place to opine or talk. She was just doing her work. "She was brought just in time."

"And the baby?" Sirius asked, snatching the words from Lupin's mouth. 

"Unfortunately, it was a miscarriage." She lowered her head while saying those words, those mournful words. Lily pressed her face against James's chest even harder, muffling her sobs. 

Remus felt his whole world-shattering, falling and breaking apart. He failed, again and again, he broke another promise and was now paying the consequences of his actions. His shoulders dropped and the tears streamed down freely. Sirius had a similar reaction, mixed with wrath, he blamed himself too, for not noticing it before, before it was too late. 

"Can I?..." Remus spoke, raising his head, which gained him a piercing look from Sirius. "I'm... I'm the father."

He was. 

Laying down in the white bed, [Y/N] had a dull expression. She looked extremely tired, with dark bags under her eyes and a melancholic aura surrounding her. She was still beautiful, the prettiest girl he had ever seen. 

"I'm sorry." Remus kneeled next to her bed, burying his face in her covered thigh. "I'm so sorry." He repeated, over and over, crying. 

A cold hand made its way through his hair, brushing it, comforting him.

"Stop apologizing." She spoke, softly, emotionless. "You don't mean it."

"I do." A whimper, a life filled with regret. "I swear I do."

"You broke every other promise we had." She closed her eyes, feeling the urge to cry, but no tears came out. "Why would this one be different?"

The worst thing was that he knew she was right. 

"I gave you everything, and it still wasn't enough." She continued. "I left everything behind for you, I stopped living my life, to live yours."

It was a harsh realization, it was a nightmare. 

"Aren't we too young for this?" She asked, letting out a bitter laugh, one that broke into a sob. "We were supposed to celebrate our child, not to mourn it."

He was done, his life was done.

"I wish I could hate you." Her fingers kept playing with a strand of his sand-colored hair. "I wish you could love me the way I did, now I'm wondering if you ever loved me. A part of me still wants you, but I can't. A part of me still wants to live our dreams, to accomplish our goals. Please, please tell me I'm wrong."

The sick feeling was too heavy, the burden was too strong. It was a dependency, it was a raged desire to be loved and cared for. It was two broken hearts trying to fix each other without noticing how empty they truly were. Remus knew he would miss her if he left, or if she left. But it was probably for the best. He felt caged, inside his own feeling and his actions. Knowing he still had the indecency to be next to her after what happened, he was far too selfish. She was the only thing he allowed himself to keep, to be happy, and he fucked it up.

He needed to leave, even if it meant his death of him. [Y/N] was better off without him, but without her, he was lost. He was a stray boat in the middle of an ocean, a dark ocean that threatened to drown him. Remus remembered all those times when she convinced him he wasn't a monster, all those times when he promised her, he promised her to love her, care for her, protect her. Failing miserably to protect her from himself.

Maybe he was a monster after all.

"I love you." That was all he could say.

"I'm afraid I love you too."

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Not sure if you’d want to but I am soooo interested in what the continuing relationship with James would look like following part 2 of obsession. Like would Sirius and Remus be wary of it or would things be relatively okay?????

Would you be willing to do a part 3? 👀👀

❀ CW: Obsessive, toxic, possessive, and unhealthy behaviours, implied sexual content. Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with these topics. | Song inspired! ❀ Part 1. Part 2.

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Sitting at the Great Hall, the table feels really uncomfortable. James was fluttering around you, talking excitedly about his next Quidditch match while you listened to him in complete silence, emotionless. It was a bit creepy. A week has gone by since they saw you two walking together to the Gryffindor’s common room, holding hands, and since then James and you were attached to the hip. Although you never displayed the proud smile and heart-shaped eyes he always had when you were by his side.

Which literally meant every moment of the day.

James’ demeanour completely changed when he saw a fellow housemate approach you, it was your potions partner, and under your boyfriend’s gaze, someone who was trying to tear your relationship appart. He innocently asked if you were done with your part of the essay, James replied for you, while you drank some orange juice, looking completely unbothered. 

“I’m sorry, mate.” He looked at him from behind his circular glasses, a frigid stare. “She’s not going to work with you anymore, she’s now paired with me. Her boyfriend.”

“Oi.” Sirius interrupted with a frown. “You’re my partner.”

“You can team up with Moony,” James replied as if it were the simplest thing in the world. 

“Remus is my partner.” Moony’s girlfriend joined the conversation, with a quizzical look. 

And that’s how the fight started. 

“Is just a damn essay on rat tonic, does it really matter who she's with?” Sirius spat, irritated. Other students were starting to look their way. 

“Yes, it matters!” James leaned over the table, his glasses sliding over the bridge of his nose.

“Lower your damn voices.” Remus joined the discussion, feeling irritated as well. His girlfriend squeezed his hand from under the table trying to calm him down. 

“Tell him to stop being a weirdo.” Sirius looked at Remus, almost like a child throwing a tantrum. 

“It’s not weird for me to spend time with my girlfriend!” Pushing his glasses over his nose to prevent them from falling, his face flushed with a mixture of anger and frustration. Why weren’t they able to see his relationship with you like he did!?

“It is! It’s really fucking weird Prongs.” The jet black curls framing the pureblood boy's face swing gently when he tilts his head. “You’re literally glued to her, is so weird, I can bet you don’t even leave her side to go to the loo, it’s so creepy.”

He leaves the table silent after his words, maybe because they know that he is telling the truth. There was no way they would understand what James was feeling, they weren't as in love as you and him. You can see his hazel eyes studying you, trying to gauge your reaction to Sirius' words. Gazing at the cold breakfast before you, you sighed. 

Please, please, please, James thought over and over. 

“I’ll ask professor Slughorn if I can switch partners.” Emotionless and borderline automatic, your voice made everyone hold their breaths for a moment. “S’ alright. I’m deeply sorry for the inconvenience.” 

Lucky for y’all, the bell rang. Sirius is the first to stand up and leave the great hall, the group followed him to their morning classes in silence, while James never let go of your hand. 

“So, um.” You and Moony’s girlfriend sat in the tall Quidditch terraces, on a cold January Sunday. “How’s everything with James?” She asked, trying to initiate a conversation. 

James, flying over the field glanced at you every now and then, making sure you were in the best spot available, making sure you were warm, all dressed up in his favourite sweater and scarf, which smelled like him, the now-familiar scent being an odd comfort you sought for. He smiles at you from the air, and you just waved weakly. “Great.” You muttered briefly. 

Although things were far from great. 

James was jealous, extremely and sickly jealous. He didn’t liked it when you hang out without him, or with friends that weren’t his friends. So, in order to make him happy, you stopped frequenting your group of friends and joined his, who tried their best to welcome you without being disrespectful of your sudden presence. James knew who you talked to, their names, their grade, their family. He told you who you could talk to and who wasn’t allowed to be near you. He controlled what you did, claiming he knew what’s best for you. He even went ahead and presented himself to your parents with a polite and sophisticated letter, asking them for permission to date you and of course, your parents were delighted with such a distinguished gentleman and gladly invited him over the holidays. He was just the precious, golden and perfect boy. 

"This is for your own good, darling," he said one night. Speaking of nights, you stopped spending them in your dorm, laying next to him every night, drapes closed, and ignoring the fact that his three friends were in the same room as you, wearing only one of his old t-shirts. “A lot of guys just want to tear us apart, they’re jealous, because I’m with the prettiest witch in the world.” His words were muffled by the way he nuzzled into your hair, smelling the sweet scent of your shampoo, the one he already knew you liked. 

James was affectionate to the point that he took advantage of every opportunity to kiss your nose, your forehead, and especially your lips. He told you how much he loves you every single day, every time he woke up and every time he went to bed next to you. Unless you kiss his lips and wish him luck, he will not get up to win the match. Always holding your hand, sending you little love letters explaining something he loves about you, wrapping his arms around you adoringly, warmly and possessively. It was obvious James was completely devoted to you. 

“Are you sure?” The girl next to you inquired. “I don’t pretend to be noisy, you know.” She chuckled nervously. “It's just that um, you don’t look as happy as he does and well…”

“I’m fine!” you interrupted her swinging your arms over your thighs. “Please, is my relationship with James, not yours. I’m happy with him and I love him.” After your words, she remained quiet for the rest of the practice. You felt guilty for snapping so unfairly towards her, who was just worried. 

After practice was over, James grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the group, to the nearest girl’s loo. “What did she say to you?” He urged, leaning down. 

“Nothing.” You reply, knowing lying would get you in trouble, but you don't want to get her in trouble either. “She just asked me how are things going, nothing else.” His eyes scrutinized yours, looking for the slighted hint of a lie. 

“And what did you tell her?” 

“That I’m happy with you and that I love you.” You quickly replied, smiling. James, who was pleased by your answer smiles back, kissing you with fervour. 

“My lovely girl.” He whispered, rapted. “You know how I adore hearing you say it.”

“I love you.” You complied, feeling the fogginess inside your head getting heavier, while your thoughts go numb and all you did was moan against his hands all over your body, urgent. It was a way to escape his asphyxiating love, just letting your head float all over him, agreeing with whatever he said and pleasing him, just like he expected from you.

So, while he repeated how much he loved you while pounding deeply from behind you, inside one of the bathroom’s cubicles, you moaned against his hand, eyes rolling to the back of your skull. He was such a good boyfriend, so caring, always rewarding you for your good behaviour. Nobody dared to utter a word when you two arrived to the common room an hour or so later, but the pleased smile on James’ face said it all. That night, while you laid down on his bed, you tried to ignore the conversation taking place next to you.

“Are you threatening me?” Remus asked from his bed. 

“I’m just saying.” James shrugged. “Tell your girlfriend to mind her own business, I don’t want her sticking her nose where’s she’s not suppose to.” 

“It wasn’t Mrs. Moony’s idea.” Sirius was quickly to join Remus’ side. “It was ours. We just asked her to help us.”

That seemed to take James by surprise. “Pardon?” He asked, blinking a few times.

“Prongs, we’re worried about you.” Remus frowned, with the slightest hint of hope. “We know you’re happy, and you know we care for you, but is getting a bit excessive.”

“Don’t you think it’s getting a bit out of control?” Impetuous as always, Sirius took a step closer, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “You barely hang out with us.” He gave an emphasis to the word, gesturing Peter and Remus. “Godric knows when was our last prank. Is our last year Prongs! As the one and only marauders, we must raise the bar! This school needs our most sumptuous farewell.” 

“Is there something wrong with me spending time with my girlfriend?” The defensive tone and corporal language of James evidenced how their words were digested the wrong way. “Just because you don't have a girlfriend, it means you can have an opinion on mine.” 

“Stop acting like a jerk, James.” Sirius spat, now visibly annoyed. “I think your glasses aren’t working anymore ‘cause you’re too blind too see how you’re literally forcing her to be with you. Is so agonazing to be around you two.”

“I think what he's trying to say is that…” Peter now spoke, trying to ease Sirius’ words. “She doesn't seem as happy as you do.” The words lingered in the thick air, and the following silence was so loud. 

Uh-oh.

You stood up, walking towards the bathroom feeling nauseous. James called your name but you just closed and locked the door behind you, your back pressed against the oak wood and exhaling trembling breaths. James called your name again, this time impatiently. He knocked the door with a furious fist. Taking a step back, you shivered. James hated when you ignored him, he hated when you disobeyed him.

“Sweethear, open the—” You hear him from the other side. “Open the door, please.” He repeats.

“No.” Your voice was weak, wrapping your arms around you in a weak attempt to protect yourself. “I want to be alone for a moment.” Another shiver ran down your spine when you hear his breath hitch, another hard knock made you jolt. 

“Open the damn door.” He said raising his voice, you loathed to be around him when he was mad. “You know your rules.”

Rules. Peter, Sirius and Remus looked at each other, concerned. They heard you denying his request once more, asking him to leave you alone for a moment, please. 

This time, is their turn to jolt the moment James’ angry fist banged the door. “Angel, can we not fight anymore? Please.” His voice is sweet, dangerously sweet. “I understand if you’re scared, luv. You know I will never leave you.” The silence on the other side of the door only fueled his insanity. “Sweeheart, don’t make me come in there.” That was a threat. His friends behind him knew they needed to do something, but they were attached to their place, watching in awe how his friend and leader was losing his mind and dripping toxicity. 

“Luv, I’m gonna count to three.” He smiled, twistedly. Taking a step back, he released a shaky sigh. “One. Two…” When the door remained closed, something snapped inside him. “Fuck it!” 

Sirius rushed his way towards James, but it was too late, the door opened violently by his foot. Four pair of eyes fixated on you, crouching in the farthest corner of the tiny bathroom, crying in silence, scared. James placed both hands on your shoulders, pressing you against the stone wall. 

“Please, don’t hurt me.” You sobbed, closing your eyes. 

“You pushed me like I was rubbish!” James whined, desperate, his face inches away from yours. “Are you trying to leave me? Did you forget what you promised me?” The idea is just too much, it possessed him, terrorizing him. “Why can’t you understand it?”

“James.” Sirius spoke behind him, but the aforementioned shunned him. 

“I was meant to be yours.” He continued. “We were meant to be one. You can’t leave me.” In response to his words, you sobbed miserably. “You were meant to me mine.”

“James.” It was your turn to speak. “You’re hurting me, please stop.” Another sob made its way past your pretty lips, the lips he kissed countless times. 

“Why can’t you get that I’m all that you need?” James shaked you from his grip on your shoulders, frantic. Why, why why? Why were you so blind? “Your name is carved in my heart. You can’t just leave me to bleed.” 

With weak hands, you tried to push him away from you, which ended up being a big mistake. 

“Don’t leave me!” He shouted at your face. “You’ll never leave me!”

Witnessing this was a horrifying experience. 

“I won’t!” You break, weeping loudly. “I love you! You and only you!” He smiled maniacally at your words, adoring how pretty you looked saying it. “I love you.” It was a mantra, a desperate plea for mercy, to end this. 

“Promise me you’ll never leave me.” James demanded, just like he did that night in the prefect’s bathroom. 

“I promise I will never leave you.” And he hugged you, letting you cry on his chest. His hands caressed your hair, gently. “I will always be with you, I swear by my life.” Oh, and how those words railed him up, he began to comfort you as your head sank into the familiar subspace you created in an attempt to escape his suffocating love. 

“See?” James grinned proudly, looking back at his friends. “She loves me!” Moony’s eyes were wide as hell, Padfoot’s throat was dry and Wormtail looked like he was about to vomit. “So you can stop worrying about me.”

“Yeah.” Sirius stuttered, mesmerized by James’ actions. “Cheers for true love.”

“Cheers mate.”

Cherry kisses <3, Happy pride month!!! Reminder that requests are open （≧∇≦）

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𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐥'𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧! [closed]

I can't believe I reached 200 followers! (224 as we speak, hehe<3). I'm truly grateful to everyone for following me, liking, reblogging and being the most amazing human beings in the whole universe&lt;3.

🏹 This celebration will be hosted by yours truly until June 23, 2022⭐️

This blog started as a way to vent my thoughts and share the little musings I had daily, and I'm beyond grateful for this little milestone<3. I choose two activities to interact with y'all! Here we go!

🌻: Send me 3 words from this prompt list (or whatever words you want!), followed by a character and an SFW or NSFW #, if you're not sure if I write about a certain character, ask away! 🌕: Send me your name (it can be username, nickname!) and I'll tag a song with each letter! (I saw someone do this before but I don't remember who, I loved the idea, if someone remembers who, lemme know so I can tag em'!)

As a token of my enormous appreciation, I did three playlists! One for each marauder (sorry not sorry Peter, lol). The covers are also made by me! I had so much fun doing them &lt;3. || Special thanks to @lillypevensieorpottersworld and @littlemisstrouble whose words always brighten up my day 💛💛💛.

☆。*𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤*。☆。♡

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐋𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

*＊✿❀ 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫❀✿＊*

This celebration included!:

♡ Holy fool - Dark!Sirius Black ♡ Sore Loser - Professor!Remus Lupin

Again, thank you so much, and I hope you have a wonderful daesteffight! ♡♡♡. || Masterlist <;3.

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