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Mafia!James Potter x reader

Part 2

You aren’t sad as you buried your husband after all he only hit you and forced himself upon you in the nine months of marriage you shared but only one week later you are engaged to James Potter and you are adamant to protect yourself this time around.

Tw: mention of violence (mafia), social status, arranged marriage, death of husband, past abuse, rape, alcohol,

Part 1

You woke up the next morning disorientated; you looked at the other bedside only to find it empty. The events from last night hanging heavy over you. The guy you swore yourself to despise so badly cradling and comforting you till you fell asleep.

He didn’t force himself upon you.

He even asked if he could hug you. Asked

But you weren’t naïve, you were still his property now, you couldn’t develop a false sense of security and-, your thoughts were interrupted by the bathroom door opening showing a wet James potter only dressed in a towel hanging loosely around his hips, water droplets flying everywhere as he shook his hair like a dog yet you couldn’t force yourself to look away. He was truly handsome, his muscles big and defined, the water droplets on his six-pack making it look like he was about to have a photo shoot.

“Morning Beautiful, How are you feeling?” You shook your head, getting rid of the shirtless image of James Potter and putting on your best poker face, “Good.” You nodded curtly before pushing him aside to get into the bathroom.

You didn’t have a honeymoon as James had to go back to work immediately and even though you feigned disappointment, you were glad thinking about the honeymoon you shared with your ex.

The next weeks passed by slowly, James worked almost all the time and you tried to distract yourself by playing the role as the perfect wife adamant to not make James angry - even though his muscles and broad frame made him attractive you didn’t want to see him use them against you. You always stood up early to have his breakfast ready before he could get up. You wore makeup and an elegant dress at all times and only spoke when spoken to. James, on the other hand, really seemed to try to connect to you, greeting you with warm smiles and always trying to start a conversation no matter how tired he was, but you never let it escalate beyond small talk.

Trying to keep your promise of protecting your heart.

Even though James seemed to try everything to talk to you, he never initiated physical contact, even when sleeping in the same bed he always kept his distance going as far as almost falling out of the king-size bed because he tried to give you as much space as possible but you knew better.

Most wolves look like puppies, after all.

You were just finishing up making breakfast as James came into the kitchen, his hair even messier than usual.

“I’ll pick you up at around seven all right?” He asked, voice still raspy from sleep.

“Pick up?” You had no idea what he was talking about.

He furrowed his brows. “Did you forget? The opening party of the club.”

Your eyes grew huge. You did indeed forget. You internally cursed yourself as your stomach knotted up in anticipation of James’ reaction.

But the bespectacled boy just chuckled, grabbing a piece of toast, “Do you have a dress?”

You nodded, taking a step back, scared he might explode any moment, but the explosion never came. He seemed completely unfazed by the encounter as he easily put on his jacket and waved at you as he got out of the door.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you held; he didn’t get angry, he just chuckled. A part of you wondered if the reaction might come later after the party when he wouldn’t have to worry about getting to work, but the other part of you was just beyond relieved.

You dedicated the day to make yourself ready, and you found yourself thinking back to the days when you actually enjoyed going to these types of parties. Before Rabastan came into your life and destroyed everything, before the careless dancing was overshadowed by Rabastans anger when a guy looked at you, before his iron grip insisted on hanging with his boring friends and you knew you’d get a beating at night either way. And most importantly, before the alcohol at these kind of events meant Rabastan would get drunk and force himself upon you to ‘mark what was his’ or whatever.

You heard the click of the door and shook off the dark thoughts, knowing you were in for a night full of fake smiles and playing the happy bride.

Even though the Order was known for its arranged marriages, it was still expected to act loving and couply in public to keep the morals high.

You made your way towards the door to greet your husband, the shiny material of your dress glittering under the lights as you made your way towards him. He was dressed in a black Armani suit, accelerating his broad shoulders. His hair, although still messy, seemed to be slightly more tamed giving him a more mature look. You swallowed. Under different circumstances, you would probably find him unbelievably hot.

You felt yourself relax a little as his mouth quite literally fell open as he took in your appearance. “You look-, you are beautiful.” He said, his eyes staring right into yours.

“Thank you, you look quite nice yourself.”, this was the first time you complimented him back and James started grinning so wide that his dimples deepened and for a short fleeting moment you wanted to compliment him more just to see this beautiful smile.

James held out his left hand. “Ready to go Princess?”

You shook yourself out of your haze, going back to your neutral expression, reminding yourself of the circumstances.

“Of course.” You said, taking his hand and James frowned at your sudden change of demeanor.

James was the perfect gentleman, insisting to hold the car door open for you even though the driver offered to do it and helping you in gently.

During the whole drive, James attempted to start a conversation but as you only answered with one syllable answers or simply nodded, he gave up fairly quickly.

He pouted slightly as he looked out of the window. He really tried to get you to open up to him, but anytime he felt like he made progress with you, you shut him out again.

He sighed, one step forward, three steps back.

The car parked in front of a vast building, the press already hurdled by the entrance, all wanting to get some pictures of England’s richest and hottest businessmen. You shuddered. Even though you were familiar with the press from your marriage with Rabastan, you weren’t stupid. James was not only richer but also hotter than Rabastan, they would pounce at him and in extension you like vultures.

“Don’t worry, just stay close to me.” James whispered as if he had read your mind.

You nodded, letting him guide you out of the car, his arm was snuck around your waist, pulling you closer as the reporters came towards you.

“Mr Potter? Mr Potter! Is this your new bride?”

“Wasn’t she married before?”

“Sleeping her way to the top, isn’t she?”

“What a slut.” You felt your throat constrict at the comment. Slut used to be Rabastans’ favorite insults for you and it still hit a nerve.

“Don’t ever call my wife that ever again.” James barked and for the first time since you knew him he sounded genuinely angry and you would have flinched away if his warm hand wasn’t still secured around your waist.

You felt him pull you inside and you tripped a few times as your knees were so weak, your hands clutched at his jacket as if he was your lifeline.

“Are you alright?”

You nodded even though you knew you weren’t.

“Hey, look at me.” He cooed carefully, taking your face into his large hands. “take a deep breath, they were just trying to get a reaction out of you, you are none of that.”

You took a few deep breaths, feeling your heartbeat slowing down again, James pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, and you felt oddly safe with him in this moment as if everything would be okay as if he would protect you. You allowed yourself to dwell on this feeling shortly, leaning in his touch, feeling his defined muscles under his dress shirt.

James's heart seemed to blossom as he felt you leaning against his chest looking at him for safety and he softly played with your hair in hopes it would further relax you. But just as he got used to you being vulnerable with him you straightened yourself out and cleared your throat. You couldn’t afford to be soft now.

“Let’s get inside.”

He nodded eagerly even though you saw his shoulders slumping slightly as you pulled away from him; he took your hand into his leading you through the big oak doors into the main hall.

His hazel eyes quickly scanned the room for his friends while your eyes were glued to the floor You only knew Rabastans social circle as he never allowed you to hang out with people and you’d rather shoot yourself than look for them.

“Is it alright if we go to Sirius, Remus and Marlene or do you want to find your friends first?” Your husband asked politely, and you almost snorted at the thought of having your own social circle, even when you were little your parents didn’t let you choose your friends forcing you to hangout with whatever high rank family they seemed fit.

“No, lets go see your friends.”

“Are you sure we could-“

“It’s fine, let’s go see them.” You said a little embarrassed about your lack of friends and nervous to meet James’.

You technically already saw them at your wedding but you couldn’t remember a lot from this day. You knew he was friends with Sirius Black, another rich high ranking mafia member. You knew Sirius Black as he sometimes hung out at the same gatherings as Rabastan, but you never really talked much even though you had always found his snide remarks quite funny.

You were pulled out of your thoughts as James stopped in front of a small group of people introducing you.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Remus Lupin.” a lanky tall man said, shaking your hand.

“Thank god finally another girl I was going crazy with those two dimwits,” a blonde girl said gesturing to Sirius and Remus, “I’m Marlene.” she introduced herself pulling you into a quick hug which you awkwardly returned.

“Y/N” You said, a smile tugging at your lips at Marlene’s enthusiasm.

“I believe we already know each other.” Sirius said, smiling his infamous charming smile, and you nodded.

Talking to James’ friends was fun, James kept his arm draped loosely around your waist at all times asking you if you were alright and if you needed something to drink at least every 10 minutes, and you felt yourself relaxing even slightly leaning into James’ touch. Which, unbeknownst to you, made his heart skip a beat.

“Are you sure you are alright with standing here? We can always look for your friends or get a drink if you are thirsty.” James said for the surely hundredth time and your heart felt warm at the contrast he was to Rabastan, who just forced you to stand next to his sexist friends all night.

“James, stop fussing over her she has a mouth she can say if she wants to be somewhere else.” Sirius said, rolling his eyes.

“You can always just kiss him to shut him up.” Marlene suggested wiggling her eyebrows, making you blush profusely.

“Sorry.” James mumbled in your ear and you didn’t know if it was his hot breath fanning over your neck or the fact that he was nothing but nice and considerate all this evening but with a sudden surge of confidence you kissed him on the cheek. Making James grin wider than any of his friends had ever seen him grin.

“Awwww you are so cute together.” Marlene cooed excitedly clasping her hands together and Even Remus had some sort of fondness in his eyes, Sirius on the other hand seemed rather bored from all the romantic talk letting his grey orbs scan over the room as if he was looking for something or someone to do.

The conversation went on James’ hand holding your body close to his and you felt yourself melting in his embrace like chocolate on a hot day.

You zoned in and out of the conversation, your mind focused on James’ warm body against yours and to your surprise you didn’t feel fear, you felt comfortable, loved and warm.

But your thoughts were soon interrupted with Sirius suggesting a k.o drinking game making your body freeze. It was a known thing in the Order, especially under the younger members, to get drunk, to let off steam and forget about their jobs for some time. But you knew what the drinking meant for you, the shouting, the degradation, the rape and the abuse you would have to endure.

Subconsciously you moved away from James and to your surprise he let you, other than Rabastan, who had always had you under his iron grip.

“While the boys do their stupid games, we should have a girl talk.” Marlene suggested, beaming at you. You were surprised at her kindness but your body felt too frozen to react thankfully she grabbed your arm pulling you to the bar forcing your body out of its paralyzed state.

You felt sick.

Marlene ordered some drinks that were named like a bad romance novel, but you ignored her. You felt bad for her as she was happily chatting while you tried to focus on your breathing, but you couldn’t help it.

Your eyes wandered over the room seeing James, Sirius and Remus talking to some redhead.

Marlene’s arm on your shoulder made you look at her abruptly.

“Don’t worry, Lily and James are long over they just had a short thing back in high school.” Marlene said, smiling warmly, completely misinterpreting your panicked state.

“Uh yeah, thanks.”

You looked at the girl more intensely, so she and James were a couple. And she looks gorgeous. Great.

You have a weird feeling in your stomach, but tell yourself that it would be good if he went home with her. Rabastan had always been a lot more bearable when he found another girl to fuck, but still you couldn’t shake the weird feeling in your stomach.

You tried to focus on the conversation with Marlene, throwing in some well timed nods and questions when needed but without fully paying attention to her your eyes always fixated on James and Sirius laughing and drinking on the other end of the room.

“Are you alright?” Marlene asked, following your gaze.

“Hm? Oh yes sure.“

You forced a smile, as you noticed Lily walking right towards you.

Lily and Marlene greet each other like old friends and you suddenly felt the intense urge to flee the scene.

“You must be Y/N it’s so nice to meet you. James doesn’t stop talking about you. Even though he and Sirius are drunk out of their minds already.” she rolled her eyes playfully while you felt all the blood leave your face at once.

He. Was. Drunk. Out. Of. His. Mind.

The words echoed in your head faster and faster till they meshed together in a loud buzzing. Very distantly you heard the redhead who obviously read your paleness wrong reassuring you that James and her weren‘t a thing and even if he was drunk out of his mind, he would never cheat but you couldn‘t bring yourself to answer, your whole body was pumped with adrenaline and you knew there was nothing you could do about your situation. No matter how nice James appeared to be, he was drunk now, and you knew what that meant.

You barely registered the confused and worried looks the two other girls exchanged, as now James was making his way towards you and you had to concentrate all of your willpower on not throwing up.

“Y/N“ he called, his words slurring slightly only adding to the knot in your stomach, he stood beside you loosely wrapping his arm around your shoulder. You felt your whole body freeze up, your whole nervous system hyper focused on the arm draped around you.

“You look beautiful.“ James said and even though you were pretty sure he was trying to whisper, he said it loud enough for a group of girls standing a few meters away to turn around and eye you up and down.

You felt your face turn red, unable to speak through the knot in your throat. Keeping your gaze down, you didn’t see James furrowing his brows as he took in your pale appearance.

“Are you ready to go?“ he asked almost making you jump at the thought of being alone with him but you nodded, letting Marlene pull you in for a hug while Lily waved at you awkwardly still thinking you were scared of her stealing your man.

The drive home went mostly silent, James having his eyes closed most of the time and you trying to calm yourself down before the driver pulled up in front of your house.

You didn’t leave James a lot of opportunity to talk to you as you quickly got changed in a set of matching Pyjamas always keeping your safe distance from him.

The moment you stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, he was already wrapped up in bed looking at you with half-closed eyelids.

“Hey” he murmured. “Did you have fun tonight?”

You stood at the foot of the bed nervously fidgeting with your fingers, trying to evaluate the question. Was this a trick? Did he want you to say something wearing so he would have a reason to hit you?

“Uh it was nice.” You said carefully.

“Do you want to cuddle?” He asked, his eyes suddenly wide open. He didn’t look threatening at that moment, more like a little boy desperate for attention yet you still shook your head carefully, hoping he was drunk enough to just fall asleep.

He pouted like a little child before grabbing his pillow and cuddling it making some kind of satisfied grunt as he burrowed his head in it; you felt yourself relax; he seems to be to tired to do anything. You slowly moved, trying to be as careful as possible as you moved out of the room.

“I’m sorry that you don’t like me, I really try you know.” Was the last thing you heard his words sounding oddly clear not a single slur in it still you closed the door behind you hoping he wouldn’t come after you which thankfully he didn’t.

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Josephine Fawley or as her brother liked to call her the tomboy Princess had a striking romance with Hogwarts very own Pureblood rebel Sirius Black.

Sadly her parents deemed his Brother the so called Slytherin Prince as a better fit and arranged a marriage with the younger Black.

Tw: Arranged marriage, possible smut, swear words, lots of fluff, angst,

Part 1

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A few days later Josephine woke up to Sirius handing her a beautiful black dress.

“It will look great on you Siri, don’t worry.” she mumbled groggily, and she heard Regulus laugh from the other side of the room making herself smirk into her pillow.

“Told you I should have given it to her.” The younger Black brother said teasingly.

“Shut up. It’s for you Joey.”

“Why are you giving me a dress?” she asked, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.

“Oh fuck. I forgot to tell you.”

“I’m never letting you take on responsibility ever again.” Regulus sighed, “In a few hours we’ll have some people over.”

Joey sighed. She was used to Sirius informing her about things last minute, as things always seemed to get lost in his brain. But this was different. She was supposed to put on an act of being someone’s fiancée.

“Narcissa will be there.” Regulus offered as if he had read her mind, “and you,” he looked at Sirius, “give her the dress and now out of my room.”

Sirius scoffed, pressing a soft kiss against her forehead before turning on his heel and leaving the room.

“I apologize for my brother’s behavior. I shouldn’t have trusted him to tell you about the gathering.”

She made a dismissive hand gesture as she stood up, steadying herself against the nightstand.

“Will you be ready in time?”

“You really think I need that much makeup?”

“No, uh, I mean,” and then the greatest thing ever happened to Joey. She saw the always oh so greatly composed Regulus Black blush.

She smirked, winking at him playfully with her newfound confidence before disappearing into the bathroom to get herself ready.

Her Make-up was dark and Heavy, fitting the theme of the Black dress.

She walked out of the bathroom, almost running into Regulus, who stared at her, eyes wide, lips parted.

“Does it look alright?” she asked, suddenly nervous, thinking about all the people who would judge her as Regulus’ new wife.

“You look beautiful.” she felt her cheeks growing hot, not expecting such a genuine compliment from the boy.

“This is our first event as a couple, we need to seem believable.” Regulus said, buttoning up his jacket.

“Doesn’t everybody know that-“

“No, they don’t, and even if they do we still need to seem in love, my parents want a clear loving pureblood wedding.” Joey took a few steps back as Regulus’ authoritarian tone reminded her as to why she was so scared of him in the first place. “Hey,” his face softened immediately seeing the girl’s shaky demeanor, “I just wanted you to be prepared if-“ he paused as if he was weighing what he wanted to say, “when I kiss you or something.”

Her face went pale. “You are, I mean we will - kiss?”

“We are engaged,” He answered, his face hardening again, making her gulp.

She nodded, scared her voice may give out if she tried to talk.

Downstairs she was met with an abundance of cold looking business man and their squeaky wife’s all of them cut from the same kind of cloth. God forbid the Blacks would try to enact some diversity on their events. Regulus’s arm slips through hers, pulling her towards the drinks. To everyone else, they seem like the picture perfect couple. Regulus, the Blacks’s golden boy, known as the Slytherin prince. Josephine, the darling of the purebloods, known for her wit and status, her bloodline linking to multiple powerful wizards. Regulus leads through the crowd. His one hand clasped protectively over hers and Joey felt herself gravitating closer to him, craving the stability he emitted.

They were stopped by an elderly couple; the woman gushing over Joey’s dress.

“Mr and Mrs Creevey, how is your cat?” Regulus said and Joey was surprised how effortlessly Regulus not only remembered the name of the couple but apparently also remembered them having a cat?

“Oh, Mrs Norris is fine, I’m pretty sure she’ll outlive us all.” She laughed before starting to tell them numbingly detailed stories about her cat.

“That really sounds like Mrs Norris wanted to talk to you, Mrs Creevey, but we have to go now make our rounds.” Regulus interrupted the woman, gently tugging at Joey’s hand to make her come along.

“I am way to sober for this,” Regulus murmured under his breath as soon as they were out of earshot and Joey laughed wholeheartedly and even though she could practically feel Sirius eyes shooting daggers at her, she was glad to hear her own laugh - she had missed it.

Suddenly she thought of something else, “I never saw you drink.”

“I don’t like alcohol, I like being in full control of my body, but I have something better.”

He maneuvered her expertly through the crowd, greeting occasionally but never stopping to talk to someone before leading her to a glass door.

He opened it for her and she saw a surprisingly big balcony with a with a picturesque Hollywood swing placed in the middle and beautiful plants decorating the railing.

“Wow.”

Regulus smirked at her dumbfounded expression, taking a seat on the swing. Joey looked at him, thinking about standing so she didn’t have to sit that close to Regulus, but finding her laziness overpowering her anxiety as she sat next to him. Both looked straight ahead, not caring to start a conversation. But as he looked over at her, it suddenly struck him how beautiful she was. Her hair was blowing carelessly in the wind, rich and dark in the sunlight. He had the oddest impulse to touch it, to see if it was as soft as it looked. Her eyes fleeted over the buildings, reflecting the warmth of the sun in them. He wondered who or what she was thinking of. She saw her eyes following two squirrels chasing each other up the tree, making her giggle softly, and he couldn’t help but wish that it was him that made her laugh.

He found himself staring, desperate to learn more about her, about the girl that seemed such a huge mystery.

“What are you looking at?” She asked, finally pulling him out of his daze. He was at a lost for words.

“Um ... You.” He cursed himself for the answer, seeing her eyes grow wide. “You have a leaf in your hair.” Hey added quickly. He reached out, but stopped himself.

She shook her head, making her hair fall over her shoulders in beautiful waves, which just made his heart speed up.

“Is it gone now?” She asked so casually, as if everything wasn’t so damn complicated.

He wanted to say ‘no’ so badly just so he had an excuse to touch her hair, but he stopped himself. “Yes. Yes, it’s all gone.”

Could he tell her she was beautiful? No, that could ruin everything. She just seemed to not start trembling in his presence anymore. No need to ruin that.

Instead, he forced his face into one of neutrality before clearing his throat and asking her to come back inside with him to greet the guests.

The day easily faded into the evening, Narcissa and her family nowhere to be seen and Sirius eyeing Regulus and her like a hawk. But the real nightmare started as one of the snotty ladies started chanting for Regulus to kiss her, making some of the other already slightly drunk people join.

Regulus looked at her, mouthing a silent apology before his lips pressed against hers. She expected his lips to be hard and cold, but instead she was met with soft and gentle lips. She felt herself leaning into the kiss before her slightly dazed mind reminded her of Sirius. She abruptly pulled away, forcing herself to smile for the show while her eyes searched for Sirius. But Sirius was nowhere to be found.

She swallowed thickly, hoping that Sirius wouldn’t be mad. He knew it was just for show, didn’t he?

Her thoughts were interrupted by a squealing girl tugging her into a hug. She inhaled the flowery scent, “Cissy.”

“Josephine, I’m so happy to see you! I can’t believe you are getting married too! You have to tell me everything.” She took Joey’s hand, tugging her away from Regulus in a swift motion. “Sorry dear cousin, but can I borrow the bride to be for a few minutes?”

Regulus nodded, a smile tugging at his lips even though his eyes seemed weirdly hollow.

After Narcissa pulled her away from the peering party guests she started squealing again. “Tell me everything? How was it to shag both brothers?”

Joey almost spat out her drink at Narcissa’s comment, “I didn’t-“

“Don’t be shy. I want details. How did he propose? What happened to you and Sirius? He was always so jealous what did he say after you started sleeping with his brother?”

Joey winced, hoping Narcissa would finally stop saying that she slept with Regulus.

Narcissa looked at her with big puppy dog eyes, clearly waiting on details about the proposal, Regulus performance in bed and the breakup with Sirius that Joey couldn’t really give her. She contemplated lying to the girl but decided against it, “It’s an arranged marriage Cissy.” She said, not daring to look the girl in the eye.

“Why didn’t they marry you off to Sirius?”

“What?”

“Usually the eldest gets married off first,” Narcissa explained, brows furrowed. “That’s why Bellatrix and Rudolphus are married already and I am next given that Andy ran away with this muggle boy.”

Something like hope glimmered up in Joey’s stomach. Could this all be some grand mistake? Could she maybe still marry Sirius?

“But what’s going on with you and Regulus?” Narcissa’s question brought her back to reality.

“Nothing.”

“C’mon I saw the way he looks at you.”

“He looks at me like our parents forced us to be engaged.” Joey said, rolling her eyes at the blonde girl.

“Oh, no, that wasn’t a, our parents force us to marry look, that was a rail me right now on this table look.”

“Cissy!”

“Just stating facts.”

“Speaking of facts, what’s going on with you and my brother?” Joey changed the topic, making Narcissa’s cheeks turn bright pink.

“I’m promised to Lucius.”

“That doesn’t mean you love him. He treats you like shit.”

“Me and your brother can never be a couple, yet alone have a future. So it doesn’t matter, Lucius is the one for me.” She said finality in her voice and Joey knew better than to push the girl.

The evening went on, minutes blurring into hours and the guests getting more and more drunk and Joey felt sick just thinking about the fact that this was her future. Sitting at these kind of events conversing with people about how much money they have and what they bought with said money.

In a way she admired Regulus, his trained calculated smile at the right time, his genuine seeming questions and his polite demeanor. Yet she couldn’t help but wish that Sirius was by her side, poking fun at the guests and even though his face would be red with anger or green with disgust his emotions were open and genuine while Regulus seemed robotic, as if every move was carefully trained in front of the mirror.

“If you may excuse us, we are both already quite tired.” Regulus just said, grabbing Joey’s Hand and bringing her back to reality.

She looked at him, confused but still took his hand, letting him lead her out of the dining hall.

“I apologize if I misread the Situation, but you didn’t seem to enjoy yourself.” He whispered, and Joey furrowed her brows. She hadn’t expected him to pay close attention to her, yet alone read her that accurately.

“You seemed to enjoy yourself.”

He shrugged, “I do what’s expected from me, but you are my fiancée so you are my priority now.” He knew how cold his voice sounded, talking about her as if she was a chore, but he couldn’t help it. She was in love with his brother and he couldn’t allow himself to feel for her.

She nodded, trying to swallow the hurt about his nonchalant demeanor, but as her eyes refocused on their path in front of them she felt an incomparable hurt, making her forget about Regulus and his cold ways.

Sirius was standing right in front of them, blocking their path, his tongue buried deep in a pretty brunette.

She blinked a few times, hoping it was just an illusion, but the petite girl moaning Sirius name gave her all the confirmation she needed.

Tears spilled down her face, probably ruining her makeup, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care. In a blur she noticed Regulus pulling her closer, telling his brother to move; in a voice sharper than any blade. She didn’t see Sirius reaction as Regulus swiftly pulled her in his room, almost carrying her at this point, her knees buckling from the pain in her heart.

Regulus helped her on the bed, kneeling in front of her awkwardly.

“Is it okay if I hug you?” He asked, voice as soft as cotton candy.

She nodded weakly, letting the boy embrace her softly. His body was warm and his touch gentle, slowly easing her sobs.

“Sorry.” She choked out, not looking into the boys’ eyes.

“What for?” He furrowed his brows, pulling back from the embrace a bit to take a better look at her. Even like that, makeup smeared, shoulders slumped and nose snotty, he still found her beautiful. And even though he wanted nothing more than to shut out his feelings, letting his cold facade reappear, he knew he couldn’t do that to her right now.

“I’m crying and you feel obligated to comfort me and-” a sob broke through her words, making him pull her closer again.

“Shh, don’t worry Angel, I’m a Black I wouldn’t do anything I don’t want to.”

Her heart felt warm at the nickname, the attention soothing over her hurt.

“I can’t really blame him, can I?” Regulus didn’t answer. “I mean, I will be marrying his brother.” Regulus shuddered internally by the disgust she laid into the word brother. She hated him, he was sure of it but he was all she got right now.

Joey felt Regulus pull away, faintly hearing his steps moving in the direction of the bathroom.

She was alone now. The empty feeling of pure loneliness almost made her break out in tears all over again before she saw Regulus coming back, make up wiped in his left hand.

“May I?”

She nodded, her hazed state, not fully realizing what was happening but just glad she wasn’t alone anymore.

Gently, as if he truly believed her to be an angel, he wiped the makeup from her face, murmuring for her to close her eyes here and there till he was sure he got all the makeup removed.

“How did you know where?” She asked, feeling too weak and hazy to finish the sentence.

“You use them every day.”

“I didn’t think you’d pay attention to that.”

“Of course I do.” He said, brushing a loose strand of the girls’ hair behind her ear.

She looked at her pyjama neatly laid out on her pillow, consisting of short sweatpants and one of Sirius’ shirts, and she felt tears pricking in her eyes again.

As if Regulus read her mind, for the second time this evening he threw her one of his shirts, tugging Sirius shirt away in some drawer to get it out of her sight.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Usually she would lock herself in the bathroom to change, but today she just slipped on the sweatpants under her dress and pulled her dress over her head revealing a black lace bra that almost making Regulus’ heart stop.

The boy forced his gaze away as she undid her bra, understanding that it wasn’t meant for him to see.

After he was sure Josie was fully clothed, he looked up seeing her snuggled up under the covers.

He smiled involuntarily, his brother really was an idiot.

As always comments make my day and make me smile like an idiot :)

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A dating service where matching is based on people’s search history exists. You’re a serial killer. You go on a date with a writer.

#i love this #imagine Sirius and Remus #can someone please write this

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me @ me: just talk to them u guys are mutuals

also me @ me: BUT AM I MUTUAL ENOUGH????

#me tho

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New Norm Part 2

Hello!!! I’m back with the highly requested part 2 of my New Norm series. I am defiently open to a part 3 as well if people continue to enjoy it. Not too too much ‘plot’ here, just getting back to school while trying to navigate a new relationship. Some tender moments, and some very cuddly Sirius. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did writing it!!

Part 1

Sirius Black x Reader

The last few weeks of summer we’re the longest and most brutal weeks of your life, and for the first time you felt you understood Sirius and how he became the lighthearted boy he portrayed daily at Hogwarts. When dealing with trauma, and Merlin his mother was traumatizing, people adapted in different ways. Never have you seen such polar reactions as you saw with Sirius and the dutiful Regulus.

Sirius spent the first week you were living at Black Manor picking fight after fight with his mother. Not that she didn’t start her own plethora of ‘disagreements’. You could tell Sirius got something significant out of disobeying her and making her angry, much to your demise; as the woman began taking it out on you as well. She would nitpick you worse than your own grandmother. Sit up straight, ladies shouldn’t speak out of turn (Not that she didn’t do plenty of speaking), and most recently, a wife should know how to cook. So you spent hours of your day locked up with the awful Kreacher in the kitchen.

After a conversation one evening in hushed voices, curled up under the covers he had apologized to you.

“I’m sorry about my mother,”

“Sirius, it isn’t your fault,” You assured, playing with a loose string of his duvet.

“I don’t help it,” He admitted, staring up at the ceiling. Your hands paused and you turned your head to look at him sadly.

“Maybe not, but I can’t blame you either. She’s a witch, and I mean that as an insult. Like the Snow White kind.” Sirius turned to you making a face.

“What’s a Snow White?” You chuckled, shaking your head.

“Oh nevermind, just.. God I know it’s easier said than done, but, try and ignore her? We’ll be back at Hogwarts in no time, away from her. And then my mother said next summer we will have our own home.” Sirius gazed at you for a moment before turning away to look at the ceiling again. He didn’t answer, though you gave him room to do so. Finally you stopped your fiddling with the string and reached over, taking his hand in yours and squeezing.

“We’ll be alright.” You promised him as well as yourself. You had to be, you had no choice. Sirius squeezed your hand back and didn’t let it go for the rest of the night. Eventually silence ebbed into static breathing and light snores, and when the sun peeked through the window, you were still in bed, fast sleep, hands clasped. Sirius woke up first that morning and laid there for a while longer as you slept. He remembered his vows, that he would protect you, and that included from his own mother. If that meant becoming complacent in her demands for these next few weeks- that was something he was willing to do. For you.

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wait draco fucking his arranged marriage wife on a couch after she admitted to still seeing her ex (not knowing he has feelings for her obviously) and he’s like oh? can he fuck you like this tho?

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

warning(s): 18+, adultery, arranged marriage, slight degradation

word count: 3.0k

a/n: this was not supposed to be this long but it ran away from me as i started writing. this is the longest thing i’ve written on tumblr so far and i hope you all enjoy it! one of my own person favorites.

Another day felt like another day wasted in the walls in the stuffy Manor you called home. Except it wasn’t home. And it wasn’t another day.

No. After weeks of trying to get your husband to open up to you, you had had enough. It was an arranged marriage, and although you were no fool and had no pretenses of pretending to love him, you’d at least like to get to know the person you called your husband.

Back in school you had always thought the infamous Draco Malfoy was rather handsome, anyone would be a fool to deny it. He was confident and popular, great at Quidditch, and seemed like the perfect gentleman - everything you could want in a husband. Turns out it was the opposite. All the feelings you thought you might develop for him were unrequited, and he ignored you at every turn.

So you took it into your own hands to get what you were so desperately craving: physical affection. It didn’t take much, truly. All you did was send an owl to your ex boyfriend from your school days and one thing led to another until you were in his bed, wrapped in his arms, and rocked to your core with pleasure.

But now you were back in your ‘home’, wasting away within the walls of the Manor with your husband nowhere to be found.

It wasn’t until hours later, when you were getting ready to push yourself up from the couch to head to bed, did the fireplace flash green, signaling his arrival home.

“Hello. How was your day?” You asked politely, hoping just this once he might fall into a normal conversation with you.

“Fine,” he replied shortly, not even bothering to look at you as he emptied his pockets and put down his very important briefcase that was a mystery to you.

A blaze of frustration ran through your body, desperate to get more out of this man than just one word. A crazy thought came into your head, to tell him about your day, but you pushed it aside. No, Malfoy’s wouldn’t think highly of a girl who committed adultery within weeks of marriage. But…

“My day was great,” you told him, rather impulsively.

At first he seemed shocked that you even said anything, the conversation usually reached its end by now. But he recovered quickly, politely asking “And what was so great about your day?”

Naturally, you could lie. Tell him you met up with your female friends for lunch. Tell him you read a good book. Tell him anything but the truth. But…

“I reacquainted myself with my ex boyfriend from school,” you told him, daring to look him in the eye as you spoke.

“Reacquainted? How?” He asked, a series of emotions flashing over his face that you had never seen before. It sent a thrill through you to see him showing any emotions at all.

Again, you could lie. Tell him you met him for lunch. Tell him that you ran into each other in Diagon Alley. Tell him anything but the truth. But…

You knew even if the truth did come out, he would have to keep it a secret. He wouldn’t dare be seen as a spineless cuckold as his wife went around sleeping with whomever she pleased.

“I owled him a few days ago, asking to meet him,” you began, watching as his face contorted into something akin to anger. “I went to his home, for lunch, and it didn’t end with lunch.”

You left the end of your short story rather ambiguous, wanting to see what he’d do with the information you presented him. He had barely moved from his place by the fireplace, but the look he was giving you could set you up in flames if he wanted it to.

“So, what? You fucked him?” He asked, the politeness in his voice giving way to the anger he was feeling.

In a sick way, it pleased you to see him angry. Gave you a sense of pride that you, the wife he had seen fit to ignore, could get such a rise out of him.

“Yes, seeing as you haven’t even touched me,” was your spiteful reply, foolishly placing the blame all on him despite your own actions.

“You stupid, silly little girl,” he said under his breath as he stalked over towards you, menacing in just how much bigger he was than you. “You don’t fucking understand a thing about me, do you?” He asked, hovering over you, his hands braced on the back of the couch that you were still seated on, your faces inches apart.

“You don’t let me. You never speak to me,” you argued, ready to turn this into a fight filled with low blows if he really wanted it to go that way.

“You think this is a fucking walk in the park for me? Having some girl I’ve barely met in my house looking terrified of me every time I come near her? Suffering through your daily attempts to talk to me, but knowing how unbearably uncomfortable you are in being here? You think I wanted this? For either of us?” He asked seamlessly, almost in a rush to get all of his thoughts out before he thought better of it. A look of hesitation passed his face for a brief moment before he continued on, more quietly now. “You think I wanted the girl I couldn’t take my eyes off for a single day after fifth year hating being in my presence? Going behind my back to fuck someone else because I’ve held myself back in case she was uncomfortable doing anything more than just acting like my wife?”

He didn’t meet your eye at first, but when he did you saw the weight of his emotions. He was hurt, by himself and by you. He was jealous of the man you had chosen to spend your day with. He was terrified of your reaction to his words. He was furious he even had to have this conversation, in this way, in this situation. He was relieved he finally got it all out.

“Wh- What are you saying?” You asked cautiously, not wanting to twist his words to meet your own fantasy of having a loving husband.

He took a deep breath before he answered, but made no moves to rid himself of his proximity to you. “Y/N, I’ve been head over heels for you since the moment we met. But having an arranged marriage, I couldn’t do much more but assume you didn’t share the same feelings as me.”

“Oh,” was all you could even say back, too overwhelmed to think of anything else. You searched his eyes for the lie, but they held nothing but the raw truth. He must have seen something in your eyes as well, because his tone shifted into something else entirely before he spoke again.

“Now, Y/N, I think we got off on the wrong foot and I didn’t make my intentions clear with you. I intend to be a good husband, a loving husband. And yet despite my best efforts to be the perfect gentleman so far, you went behind my back to sleep with some other man. And what does that say about you?” He asked, his eyes boring into yours as he spoke.

You were sure he could hear your heart rate from how close he was, your pulse racing at his words. “I- I don’t know,” you stuttered, willing to let him take this wherever he saw fit.

“I’m not going to place the blame all on you, because I know I haven’t been perfect. But one might say that you’re a dumb little whore, and I might be inclined to agree. A stupid, little girl trapped in her big, posh Manor. Going out to let any guy fuck her, not even knowing that her husband can fuck her better than anyone else could.”

“And you could fuck me better than someone I know can?” You asked incredulously, shocked at the words spilling from his mouth. But even if you tried, you couldn’t deny the way he was so sure of himself, so sure he could please you better than any man, aroused you to no end.

He let out a dark chuckle and looked at you, amused. “Of course I could, darling. That is, if you give me the chance,” he told you in a teasing tone, before pushing himself off of the couch to walk away.

“Wait,” you started, once again acting on impulse. You might regret your next words, but damn it if you weren’t curious. And he was your husband after all. “Prove it.”

“Prove it?” He asked, turning on his heel to face you again, a victorious grin written across his face. When you nodded, he only lifted a brow before he continued. “Now? Haven’t you had a long day of, oh how did you put it, ‘getting reacquainted with your ex’?”

“You talk a big game, Draco. Now I’m asking you to prove it. Scared?” You asked, baiting him.

In a split second and a flurry of movement later, he had you laying down against the couch, pressed into the expensive fabric, with his weight on top of you, pinning you down.

“I’ll give you one last chance to back out of this. Tell me now, otherwise I’m going to fuck you through this couch,” he said through gritted teeth, clearly fed up with your antics.

Without even thinking, your lips crashed onto his in a heated kiss. Lips you hadn’t felt since your wedding day. You hadn’t even remembered what they felt like until his tongue was darting along your bottom lip, hastily requesting entry.

As your kiss remained heated, he was expertly shedding you both of your clothing until you were almost bare. He had only left you in your small, lace thong in the aftermath of his destruction.

His hands traveled your body possessively, as if trying to memorize every curve and edge of your skin. The moment your bra came off, your breasts were in his hands, easily rolling your nipples until you were gasping for air. He swallowed all your noises greedily, as if you were feeding them to a starved man.

It wasn’t until he pulled away, his hands resting on the waistband on your underwear, did you have a moment for a coherent thought.

“One last time, are you sure Y/N?” He asked as if it was painful for him. As if it was the case that you said no, it would be immensely difficult for him to pull himself away. As if it was the case that you said no, he’d die a painful death at your feet.

“I’m sure,” you said softly, not wanting him to think for a second that you had any hesitant thoughts about this moment.

As he slowly pulled down your final layer of clothing, it gave you a chance to finally look at him.

And he was beautiful.

He looked like an ancient Greek statue, perfectly carved and crafted out of marble come to life. His perfectly defined lines, his impossible definition, his muscles in all the right places. Your eyes eventually traveled down to his cock, and your breath hitched when you finally saw how large he was. If you had known this all along, perhaps you wouldn’t have sought out another man for your pleasure.

He seemed to be taking you in just the same. His eye trailing down your body with such reverence that you felt like an ancient Greek goddess yourself, if only for a moment.

“You’re gorgeous,” he said softly, almost as if he didn’t mean for you to hear the words.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you replied, giving him a shy smile when his eyes met yours again.

“I’ve been waiting to do this for a long time,” he told you, still in the soft tone that he had. He gracefully let his body fall back over yours, bracing himself on one forearm while his other hand traveled the length of your body.

When he caught your lips again, it didn’t hold the same heat as before, but there was something new there. Something good. Something that could only be translated through your lips in that very moment. Something akin to adoration, worship, even love.

His hand stopped its travels at the apex of your thighs, expertly running his fingers over your clit and down your slit, feeling for himself just how wet you were. He groaned at the feeling of how wet and warm you were, and you felt his cock twitch against your stomach in anticipation.

He slowly opened you up for him with his fingers. First with one, then two, even venturing to three before he was content that you wouldn’t be uncomfortable. He didn’t rush the process, kept a slow, steady, predictable pace as he worked your body. And every time you got close to the edge, he’d gently bring you back down, leaving you a whining, writhing mess by the time he was aligning his cock with you.

“Draco, please,” you begged shamelessly, more than ready for him.

“Did you beg for him earlier?” He asked almost nonchalantly, teasing you with the tip of his cock.

He must have seen the shock on your face, shocked that he would bring it up in this moment, because he only chuckled before pushing inside of you, a gasp easily pulled from your lips at the intense stretch.

He didn’t fuck you gently, immediately starting with a breakneck pace that left you seeing stars from the first moment he bottomed out. You were easily rewarding him with your moans, letting him know just how good it felt without words. You couldn’t speak even if you tried.

But he talked. Oh, yes. He ran that pretty mouth of his as if he wasn’t thrusting so deep inside of you the couch was rocking.

“I was right, wasn’t I? You’ve never been fucked like this, have you?” He asked, right as you were beginning to climb that peak into a pleasurable abyss.

You gave him a feeble nod in return, not trusting your own mouth to properly respond.

“Did he fuck you like this?” He asked, biting the question out through clenched teeth as if he was dreading the answer. “Tell me, Y/N, did he?” He asked, fucking you even harder now in his frustration.

“No,” you cried out, breaking free of your moans for a second to answer him. “He can’t fuck me like this,” you added, if only to stroke Draco’s ego, but nevertheless it was true. No one could fuck you like this.

“Cum for me, let me feel you,” Draco said, lowering his head into the crook of your neck to ground himself, trying to fight off his orgasm until you got yours.

It didn’t take much longer after that. He had worked you up so much beforehand that your orgasm came to you easily and came with such a force you were left breathless in its wake. Your nails carved down Draco’s muscular back, sure to leave delightful scratch marks that you could study later, as you cried out in bliss.

The moment he felt your walls contract around him, he let himself go with a low groan. The sound was music to your ears, and only intensified the feelings you were experiencing. To have him so close, sharing in the same ecstasy you were, it was like magic.

When you both came down from your highs, he swiftly rearranged the both of you until you wrapped in his arms, both lying on the couch. It was a strange feeling, being in his arms for the first time like this. If someone had told you this would be happening only a few hours before, you would have laughed in their face. But now here you both were, sweaty and satiated, basking in the bliss of finally consummating your marriage.

The thought made you giggle, and when he shot you a perplexed look, you couldn’t help but explain.

“We finally consummated our marriage,” you explained, still giggling. “And don’t worry, by the way, I’m on the potion,” you thought to add, just in case kids weren’t looming in the future for him.

“Good to know you won’t be birthing any bastard children,” was his sullen response, clearly still hurt by the events of the day.

You shifted your body until you were looking directly at him, but he made no moves to pull his arms away from you. If anything, he held you tighter when he felt you move, unwilling to give up the moment.

“Look, I’m sorry about what I did today. It wasn’t right and it wasn’t fair to you. And if I had known even a fraction how you felt about me, I wouldn’t have done it, because I feel the same about you. I was just feeling incredibly stuck in what I thought was a hopeless marriage, and I was lonely, so I sought out someone else. But now I understand that that isn’t the case, and I can promise you, from the bottom of my heart, that it will never happen again,” you told him, putting everything out there for him.

“You feel the same?” He asked timidly, after a moment of deliberation. There was a look of hope on his face, and never in your wildest dreams would you shut down such a rare display of emotion from him. Then again, you may be expecting more of his emotions from here on out.

“Yes. I’ve always been attracted to you, and the little bits of you that I do know, I like. I want this to work, Draco. I want this to be a real marriage. All I wanted was a shot.” you said, just praying he wanted the same.

“‘I’ll admit, I wasn’t a good husband to you by any means, and I probably unknowingly pushed you into doing what you did. But now that our intentions are out there, I’d like nothing more than to give this a real shot,” he responded, that newly familiar look of hope in his eyes present once more.

In that moment, you could both feel it. The beginning of something great.

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