↳ PAIRING: Vampire!Sirius Black × F!Reader

WORD COUNT: 10.2k

CONTENT: NSFW 18+, smut, murder, blood drinking (feeding), P in V, mentions of child abuse, dom!sirius, sub!reader, obsessive thoughts, praise, slight degradation, fluff, crying, overstimulation, possessiveness, dubcon?, love confessions, religious imagery, slight manipulation?, plot

NOTES: It’s time for the #dietmonsterfuckers to RISE. And Happy Halloween everyone! I really hope you’ll enjoy this xx

Silhouetted by the waning crescent moon, daunting walls rose from the shadows that towered over the dark alley. With every sharp twist and turn, loud panting rebounded throughout as a deep scorching sensation lashed at the man’s throat; lungs consumed in painful gasps as he sprinted.

Fools (II)

Gif not mine

This is the second and last part of Fools. You can read part 1 here. I hope you like it!

Warnings: language

Word count: 2,917

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Hogwarts was really crowded the next morning. Every single student was being forced to stay inside by the heavy rain that turned the grounds into mud. 

The Gryffindor common room was a complete mess for that reason. All the chatting and loud laughs made you feel like you were in a party, but not a good one. You could sense the headache coming, so you decided to leave before it did.

You didn’t know when you were supposed to meet Fred. It was Saturday, which meant the only thing that could possibly get in your way to continue the assignment was his Quidditch practice, but you knew Angelina had cancelled it due the storm. So, you wandered around, not knowing where to go or what to do.

It was a miracle that you were even standing, to be honest. You hadn’t slept well at night because you couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened. You couldn’t understand why Fred had acted that way, calling it a night when you had barely started the assignment. Yes, you were tired, but still you wanted to finish it as soon as possible, so you could have the weekend free.

Something you couldn’t deny was the fact that a slight melancholy made its way to your heart that night. There was a very unsettling atmosphere around you as you thought about the quick nap you took on his shoulder. You didn’t really know how you should feel about it. At first, you were embarrassed and a little flustered, but then… you were sad? Why? 

You crossed your arms as you walked down one of the many corridors in the castle. You needed something to do, otherwise those thoughts would drive you crazy.

As if the universe had heard you, the twins came into sight at the end of the hallway, making you freeze on the spot. Suddenly, you didn’t know how to act.

They were laughing at each other, George nearly in tears as Fred said something to him. You felt a twinge in your chest when the older twin noticed you and his laugh died immediately. 

He mumbled something to his brother, who waved at you, and he started walking towards where you were standing. His face was serious, though, which made you quite anxious. 

“Hey,” he tucked his hands in his pockets, “Angelina cancelled practice.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Are you busy?”

“Not at all. Do you want to do it now?”

“If you want to, yeah.”

What kind of conversation was that? It wouldn’t be weird if it was between two classmates that didn’t really talk to each other, but… You two were close. Well, had been close. Either way, it didn’t suit you. Where was his cheeky grin and the annoying remarks? 

You told him that the common room was crowded and you both decided to go to the library instead. You’d just have to pick up your books in the dorm first and then you’d meet him.

As you parted ways, the realization hit you. Shouldn’t you be happy that he was finally off your case? Angelina would be, you were sure. It had finally stopped, like she wanted.

You were confused, though. You didn’t understand why it had stopped, but decided not to ask him about it. Maybe the right thing to do was just finish the damn assignment so you could go back to your previous routine, only this time you would pretend you didn’t know him and he would leave you in peace.

But the thought of it bothered you for some reason. You felt like this was the closure you two didn’t have when you broke up, and although you had longed for it in the past couple of months, you were now feeling slightly sad. Well, he was annoying and immature, wasn’t he? And the rival thing was tiring, wasn’t it? You should be glad then.

It took longer than expected for you to go get the books in your dorm. The corridors were filled with students and you had to dodge them in your way to the common room and then to the library, rushed apologies as you bumped into one or two students.

When you finally got to the first-floor corridor, you saw Fred resting his back on the wall with his arms crossed, waiting for you to go inside. You approached him and mumbled a ‘let’s go?’, receiving a nod in response. 

You both walked in the library and you started searching for an isolated table, preferably in a corridor in the back, since you knew a lot of people would want to spend time there and you didn’t want to be interrupted. Your goal was to finish everything before lunch, so you could enjoy the rest of the day wrapped in a cozy blanket with a cup of hot cocoa by the fireplace, just chatting with your friends or reading a non-scholarly book. It was the perfect weather for that, after all.

The ideal table was found and you spread all your stuff on it, sitting down. As Fred sat next to you, you handed him A Guide to Advanced Transfiguration opened at the same page from the night before.

“We stopped here,” you pointed at the last line you had written down, “But I read it this morning and I don’t think this part is really relevant. Maybe we could use something from here, look.” 

Fred quickly read the part you were pointing at and nodded. “You’re right.”

You grabbed your quill and started writing it down.

“Okay,” you said when you were done, “Now we just need the conclusion. There’s something in Intermediate Transfiguration that seems to be perfect for that, but I’m open for suggestions.”

Fred showed you inserts from A Beginner’s Guide to Transfiguration that seemed to be more appropriate, and you agreed, writing them all down. It took a while, but he read it out loud for you to make it faster, skipping what you both considered irrelevant. After that, he wrote a different introduction, since you had taken yours from the wrong book.

Fixing everything together, you had your summary done. The thought of how long you would have taken if you hadn’t asked for help or that your grade would probably be lower without him crossed your mind a few times, along with the thought of how great he must have felt, but you shrugged them off. He had won already, you didn’t have to torture yourself even more.

“I always thought how cool it is that Animagi have the ability to communicate with normal animals,” you thought out loud as you looked at the title of the summary, “I would love to talk to my owl…”

Your voice tone lowered until you completely stopped talking. You were suddenly embarrassed. Why were you saying that to him? You weren’t even friends anymore.

You looked away and started packing your things.

Fred sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

“How did we end up here?” he said, making you stop, “Like this?”

“What?” you looked at him.

“How did we get to the point where we can’t even talk about random stuff anymore? Tell me about why you’d like to talk to your owl, I wanna know.”

“Fred…”

“Tell me about your day o-or your plans for next year. Tell me about why you didn’t go to Hogsmeade that Saturday or why you were sent to the hospital wing last week. Talk to me.”

You didn’t say anything. You were shocked he had even noticed those things in the first place. But what did he expect? You had broken up in a not very cool way, of course it would reflect on the friendship you had before you started dating. Things wouldn’t be normal, they never were after something like that.

“We were in love, Y/N. We didn’t spend a minute away from each other,” he looked down for a few seconds, shaking his head and wetting his lips. “Last night, when you fell asleep and I didn’t wake you up, it wasn’t because you were tired. It was because I enjoyed having you on my shoulder after months and I didn’t want it to end so soon. I enjoyed feeling you close to me again…”

He looked at you, his eyes meeting yours, and you finally understood why he was sad. 

“At that moment I realized how stupid this whole thing is,” he added, “The provocations and everything else… I was angry at myself for letting you go so easily and I think that was the way I dealt with it, picking on you every time I had the chance. I guess it was better than nothing, you know? It was shit, but it was still a way of being around you.”

You were listening, not daring to interrupt. Your heart was pounding so hard inside your chest, though, and you thought the library had suddenly become so hot. 

“But it took two months and one homework to make me realize that it was only pushing us further away,” Fred continued, “Do you have any idea of how many times I wanted to run to you and show you a new product for the shop? Or how many times I looked at you and felt the urge to tell you how pretty you looked? It was awful to know I couldn’t do any of that anymore. It was awful that the only words I was speaking to you were meant to annoy. But, hey! I was speaking to you.”

Gosh, how weird you felt at that moment. You had been through the exact same thing a few times, hearing a joke you knew he would like but not being able to tell him… or watching the pranks from afar and not being part of them… You thought you had started hating the pranks, but now you realized what you hated was the fact that you weren’t there doing it with him. You weren’t in his life anymore and it wasn’t nice to see that so clearly.

“I know none of us meant what we said to each other, Y/N. I don’t think you have a big ego.”

The tiniest and shiest of smiles formed on your lips.

“And I don’t think you’re immature,” you admitted, “Annoying, yes. But not immature.”

He smirked, looking down. “I can live with that.”

A comfortable silence settled upon you two as you remembered your relationship. Life was so much more exciting when you were with him, you couldn’t deny that. Each day had a different sparkle and he managed to make you feel loved and cared for all the time. You couldn’t think of a single day in which you didn’t feel safe or happy around him back then.

But now… 

“What happened to us, Y/N?”

“Honestly?” you asked and he nodded, “I don’t know. I won’t lie to you and say that there weren’t times when I felt sad about something and your hug was the only thing that could make me feel better, or when something exciting happened and my instant thought was ‘how is Fred gonna react?’, because… there were.”

You sighed as you remembered a fight you had with Angelina weeks before and how you had craved for his hug. And deep down you knew… you knew that if you had looked for him, he would’ve been there for you. 

“Pride can be a terrible thing sometimes, Fred,” you realized, “It can make things so complicated when in fact they should be very simple.”

You looked at each other, both regretting everything from the last two months. You felt incredibly stupid for your behavior regarding the assignment, but you were not the only one. Fred cursed at himself in his mind for letting you waste so much time with it, when he knew the answers all along. Why did the two of you have to act like that? How could you have let pride be in control?

The details of the fight that caused your breakup were slowly coming back to your memory, allowing you to realize how stupid and petty it was. You always prided yourself on being a responsible and mature person, but that silly fight proved the contrary and it hurt.

Jealousy on Fred’s side and impulsiveness on yours. The two combined resulted in a heartbreak and months of a shitty way of coping with it.

“Can I ask you something?” he said after a while.

“Yes.”

“Do you still love me?”

You were completely taken aback, you were not expecting that question at all. Did you still love him?

As you thought about the fact that he was the one who could make you weak just by smiling at you or make your heart skip beats with a mere ‘doll’, you looked down. To think of the word ‘safe’ was to think of Fred’s arms and you could not ignore that. He knew you better than anyone in that school or in your family, really, and he understood even your craziest thoughts. He was the person who you could ramble about anything in the world to and he would listen. You never felt judged or uncomfortable around him, even after the breakup with the whole rivalry thing.

Fred was part of all the happiest memories you had, all the happiest moments of your life in Hogwarts. And, to be honest, he was the reason they were happy.

You looked in his eyes, shining with hope at that moment, and sucked in a breath.

“I do. I didn’t stop loving you for even a second.”

He smiled brightly, the prettiest smile you had ever seen, all dedicated to you, making you inevitably smile too. But his face earned a serious expression when he spoke again, his voice tone slightly lower.

“Can I ask you one more thing?”

You nodded.

“Would you try again?”

“Yes. Would you?”

“I would. As many times as necessary.”

You watched as his eyes slowly switched their gaze from your eyes to your lips, making you feel instantly nervous, just like you had been before the very first kiss you shared with him.

As he leaned closer, you felt his breath caressing your lips in a way that drove you crazy, agonizing with the temptation. You licked your lips as you stared at his now. They looked so perfect… and how you missed the feeling of them pressed hard on yours, sending all kinds of sensations to your body.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You needed him.

Ending the distance between you two, you crashed your lips on his. You closed your eyes immediately as you placed your hands on each side of his face, stroking his cheek with your thumb. Fred slowly slid his hand into your hair, the other gently placed on your waist.

The feeling was beyond words. You blushed fiercely as you kissed, while Fred felt like a lightning had struck him. No kiss you shared before could compare to the one happening at that moment. Maybe all those crowded emotions were due the affection deprivation you both went through the last months, you couldn’t know. What you knew was that if it depended on you, Fred wouldn’t have to go through that ever again.

When you pulled away, you were feeling breathless. The boy in front of you was panting, but with a big smile spread across his face.

“I missed this,” he said, running his thumb over your lips, “I missed touching you.”

“Then touch me.”

You didn’t have to ask twice. Fred pulled you to his lap and pressed his lips on yours again, in a more eager kiss this time, as if you were trying to compensate for the wasted time.

His hands were now placed on your thighs, occasionally roaming to your waist again, while your arms were around his neck, one hand slightly pulling his hair back.

“Y/N?”

You broke the kiss immediately, already feeling your face reddening.

“Oh, my God. I’m so sorry! I’ll talk to you some other time,” Hermione apologized, her cheeks bright pink.

“It’s okay!” you said quickly, getting off of Fred’s lap as he held his laugh and looked the opposite way. “What is it?”

“It’s… um… M-My book. I need my book back,” she gulped.

You grabbed her book from your bag as fast as you could and handed it to her, thanking her once again. She nodded and left in long steps.

Fred hid his face on his arms, resting them on the table, and laughed hard, the hardest you had seen in a while.

“Stop,” you pushed him, but a giggle escaped your lips.

“The look on her face,” he raised his head, “Oh God, the look on your face.”

He wasn’t even trying to be discrete and you were sure people could hear his laugh from across the room.

“If you get us kicked out of the library, I will end you.”

“Well, maybe I do want to get kicked out of here,” he smirked, eyeing you from head to toe.

“Weasley!”

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Fools

Gif not mine

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Summary: You and Fred dated for a year before having a silly fight and breaking up. Now provocations are an everyday thing and you can’t stand each other.

Warnings: language

Word count: 4,831

a/n: welcome to the lovers to enemies and back to lovers trope :)

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“You are the most annoying and immature person I’ve ever had the misfortune to meet!” 

“Really? Well, then I’ve just accomplished my mission in life.”

You crossed your arms, breathing heavily. Fred had a cheeky grin on his face as he watched you get angrier and angrier by the second. 

“Good for you!” you replied, “Now, if you excuse me, I need to get back the IQ points I lost while talking to you.”

“Go ahead,” he stepped aside so you could walk past him, “But be careful! You might trip on your ego.”

You showed him the finger, walking away in fast steps. 

It had been two months since you had broken up with Fred. At the time, you thought it was the right decision, but right now… you were sure. You didn’t know how you could have dated someone so insufferable! You deserved an award for being that unmindful. 

However, your relationship with him had become very interesting after the breakup. Boredom wasn’t part of your routine now that you were some sort of rivals. Even though it wasn’t a conscious decision, you both had started competing in pretty much everything. You were always on opposing sides, teasing and picking on each other, which sometimes made you laugh and have a good time, and sometimes made your blood boil… like at that moment.

You headed to the Great Hall trying to ease your thoughts and let go of the tension upon your shoulders. You were not going to let him ruin a day that had barely started. It was a special one, after all.

“You’re coming to the game, right?” Angelina asked as soon as you sat next to her to have breakfast. It was a lovely Saturday morning and you weren’t going to miss that match for anything. Gryffindor versus Slytherin was always exciting.

“Of course!” you said, “I’ll be there screaming your name as loud as my lungs allow me to.”

Angelina smiled, but you could see she was nervous. Well, being the captain wasn’t easy and Oliver Wood had left quite a lot to live up to. 

She had to leave the Great Hall with the team sooner, since they had to get ready in the locker room, so you stayed alone at the table, finishing your meal and wondering if you would be alone at the stands too. For your relief, Ginny invited you to attend the game with her, Neville, Luna, Ron and Hermione. 

After the breakup, you were afraid things would be weird between you and your ex-boyfriend’s siblings, but thankfully everything remained the same. You could still call George, Ginny and Ron your friends, although you kind of kept a certain distance whenever they were with Fred.

Soon enough, you were leaving the castle with them and heading to the pitch. It wasn’t a surprise to see that it was completely full. Everyone in Hogwarts knew the game would be thrilling.  

“What a beautiful day for a Quidditch match!” Lee announced on the speaker, “The Gryffindor team enters the field!” 

The Griffindors and lots of students from the other two houses cheered as loud as they could, you being one of them. 

“The Slytherin team arrives,” Lee announced in a bored tone, receiving a warning look from Professor McGonagall.

Madam Hooch called the captains and did the formalities. You observed Fred talking to George and Harry, before they flew up to join the others. He gave a quick look at the stands, apparently searching for something until his eyes fell on you. You held his gaze for a few seconds, but looked away after he gave you a wink. What the hell?

Madam Hooch whistled and the match began. 

You felt your stomach get cold as the Slytherin Seeker started following Harry, even though your friend hadn’t seen the Snitch yet. 

The Quaffle was going from hand to hand so fast it was almost impossible to keep your eyes on it. The Gryffindor Chasers were really close to the Slytherin goalposts and you instantly held your breath as you saw Alicia throwing the Quaffle to Angelina, who caught it graciously and aimed for the big hoop in the middle.

“And Gryffindor scores a goal!” you heard Lee’s voice and the crowd cheering excitedly, “Angelina Johnson, what an amazing player!”

The excitement took over you as you cheered with your friends, but it didn’t take long for you to feel restless again. Harry was still being followed closely by the Seeker.

“Harry’s got company,” you told Ginny. 

She looked at him just in time to catch the player pushing Harry, almost making him fall. 

“Son of a-”  

As Harry tried to stabilize again, the Slytherin Seeker increased his speed in order to push him one more time, but a Bludger was sent from the opposite direction nearly hitting the Slytherin, who slowed down. You looked at where the Bludger had come from and saw a proud Fred Weasley flipping his bat. When he saw you, he threw his bat up and caught it back flawlessly, earning an eye roll from you. What a show-off.

“Gryffindor scores again! That makes twenty points to Gryffindor and zero to Slytherin!” Lee yelled without hiding his excitement. 

Suddenly, Harry changed his direction.

“I think he saw the Snitch,” Ron squeezed his eyes, trying to see it.

Harry stretched out his arm, going in full speed. That’s when you saw a glimpse of a tiny golden glow in front of him. 

“He’s really close, we’ll make it!” Hermione jumped on her seat.

Indeed, Harry was almost touching the Snitch, but the opposite team’s Seeker was back at his tail, stretching his arm as well and trying to catch Harry’s broom’s ending. 

“Slytherin scores! Twenty points to Gryffindor and ten points to Slytherin,” Lee announced on the speaker and the Slytherin students cheered loudly, being followed by lots of students from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff as well. It was a really divided crowd…

When the Slytherin seeker was almost reaching Harry, a Bludger hit him on the shoulder, making him hang on his broom. 

Fred smiled proudly as George high-fived him. Your ex-boyfriend had saved Harry once again.

“Harry Potter catches the snitch!” Lee shouted the loudest in that morning, “That’s one hundred and fifty points to Gryffindor! Gryffindor is the winner!”

You were caught off guard when Hermione hugged you tightly and the students around you screamed like crazy. 

“Gryffindor! Gryffindor! Gryffindor!” the crowd shouted in tune. 

Madam Hooch had to hold back the Slytherin Seeker, who was visibly furious, trying to get to Fred. You felt apprehensive and slightly angry as the boy shouted several insults at the older twin, things he didn’t deserve to hear. You were glad that the teacher was there to prevent something worse, though. 

Ginny, however, watched amused the worried expression on your face.

“He’s tough,” she said, catching your attention, “Don’t worry.”

You shook your head, looking away. “I’m not worried.”

“It’s okay,” she smirked, “I won’t tell him.”

“I’m not worried,” you repeated, but she was already leaving the pitch with the rest of your friends.

In the common room, where everyone gathered to celebrate, you were finally able to hug your best friend. 

“You were amazing!” you smiled at Angelina.

“Thank you,” she seemed relieved, “I just heard about the Seeker trying to push Harry. If I had seen it happening, I would probably have done something I would regret. Luckily, Fred got his back.”

“Yeah,” you shrugged, indifferent.

“Oh, come on, Y/N. You have to admit he was vital for this win.”

“I wouldn’t say vital. Maybe slightly relevant?” 

Angelina raised her eyebrows at you, obviously waiting for you to say it. “Fine,” you rolled your eyes, “Fred was really important for the win.”

“Did I just hear Y/N Y/L/N saying I am important?”

“Oh no,” you closed your eyes, regretting the words you had spoken. 

Fred came out from behind you and stood by your side, that obnoxious cheeky smirk on his face once again. “I’m flattered.”

“I said you were important for this win, specifically. Don’t get too excited,” you side-eyed him.

“Hm,” Fred furrowed his eyebrows in a fake thoughtful expression. “That means you admit I’m an excellent player.”

“That means I admit you weren’t completely useless today.”

“Which means you were watching me.”

“I was watching the game. You just happened to be in it.”

“There’s no need to pretend, love. Everyone knows you can’t take your eyes off of me.” 

You looked at him feeling the irritation building up. Why couldn’t he just leave you alone?

“I think I’m gonna go…” Angelina murmured, slowly stepping back.

“No, stay,” Fred motioned for her to come back, “I was on my way out. I just want to thank Y/N for her kind words and the recognition of my talent.”

“Well, being a pain in the ass indeed requires a lot of talent,” you smiled, “You’re welcome.”

Fred’s grin grew bigger after your words. Something in your head told you he loved to see you firing back, but you couldn’t help it.

“See you around?”

“Hopefully not,” you smiled again.

As Fred walked away, Angelina sighed, shaking her head. 

“I can’t even- I… Fuck it,” she threw her hands in the air, walking away as well.

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It had all happened so quickly you didn’t really know what happened. You were serving detention with you best friends, Fred and George Weasley, with Professor Sprout. She had been teaching the second years about mandrakes, but they had not potted them correctly so you and the twins had to repot them all as punishment for your latest prank (which had been bloody brilliant in your opinion). You had forgotten your earmuffs and had to use a pair of the schools, rookie mistake really, the schools earmuffs were cruddy and sometimes didn’t work. You put them on anyway, cruddy earmuffs were better than non at all, and then the three of you set off to serve your time. That’s when it all happened. First you were pulling a poorly potted mandrake out of the shapely green pot it was in, and the next the floor was rushing up to you faster than you thought possible, and just before you hit the ground everything was black.  

The next time you opened your eyes you saw the brightly lit Hogwarts Infirmary. You sat up and looked around the room, Fred and George were there. Fred in the chair right next to your bed, and George was standing at the end of the bed. From what you could tell you were fine, other than a splitting head ache, which was likely caused by the mandrake cries. Or possibly from hitting your head? You didn’t know. 

“Wow, Y/N, if you liked Fred so much you could have just said so.” George joked, knowing of your massive crush on his twin brother. You could feel a blush rising in your cheeks because of the comment but retorted with: 

“What are you going on about Weasley?”

Fred looked at you slightly confused at the blush in your cheeks, wondering why it was there before saying, “You Fainted…Straight into My Arms. You know if You wanted my attention. You didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

Fred tried to make a joke of it and normally you would have laughed it off, but the mandrakes had gotten to your head and when you didn’t reply everyone got silent. The room quickly became thick sexual tension and awkward embarrassment. You and Fred were both looking at your hands which were fidgeting in your laps. George was the only one in the room who didn’t seem to notice the change in the air. He was grinning widely, like he knew something the two of us didn’t. He chuckled to himself softly to himself.

“Well I’m going to leave the two of you to it then.” George said turning on his heal to leave. 

“What?” You and Fred said at the same time and watched as he walked away.

George, turning around and holding both doors open answered, “Think of it as me, metaphorically locking the two of you in a broom closet until you realize your madly in love and snog each other’s faces off!”

Then he slammed the doors shut in a dramatic exit. Fred whipped his head back around to see you wide eyed and blushing brighter than Fred’s hair. A huge smile spread across Fred’s face, “You do like me back! That bloody arse knew it too! Didn’t say a damn thing!!!”

Your jaw dropped, Fred Weasley liked you back. Fred Weasley liked Y/N Y/L. And George had known about your crush for months. You should kill him. But instead you laughed. 

“What?” Fred asked, smile falling from his face.

“I just … can’t believe you fancy me too. And George has known for months.”

“So you’re telling me, I could have done this months ago?” He asked before leaning over to kiss you. At first it was just a soft press of his lips to yours, and as a response to his question you hummed “MmHmm” against his lips. Fred deepened the kiss, licking your lips and gaining entrance to your mouth before exploring it. You pulled away for breath after a bit. You both were breathing heavily. 

“The bloody prat made me wait for that? I am going to kill ‘im!” Fred laughed still slightly out of breath and smiling like an idiot. You leaned forward, not done with him yet and kissed his neck and he made a soft noise in response. You began kissing him in between words.

“I think.” Kiss. “It’s time.” Kiss. “We get.” Kiss. “Dear George.” Kiss. “Back.” Kiss. “For all.” Kiss. “That wasted.” Kiss. “Time.”

Fred hummed in the back of his throat with agreement. Then he pulled away for your assault on his neck and looked at you, “But first…”

He then proceeded to snog you until Mdm. Pomfrey found you and gave Fred detention for “disturbing someone who should be resting.” He just looked at you and winked and you both smiled like the happy pair of idiots you were. 

Broken Headboard

Sirius wasn’t an idiot, he saw the way Remus started at me. He saw the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when I was near. Most importantly, I saw the way he started at me, the way he tensed around me. How absolutely enamored he is by me. I saw everything, yet here we are dead silent in Sirius’ and I shared room.

It doesn’t take long before I’m in Sirius’ lap, he holds me by the waist. Remus near the door watching us, Sirius licks his lips ,“She’s quite something isn’t she Moony?” Remus stays quiet but nods, Sirius chuckles and plays with my hair ,“I’ve seen the way you look at her.” He smirks his hand running down to touch my breast ,“You want to fuck her don’t you? Make her yours?” My eyes go wide and I elbow Sirius’ ribs, Remus however nods. All Sirius does is chuckle and runs his hands up and down my body ,“Well you can’t make her yours, I’m far too jealous for those kinds of things. I’ll tell you what mate, fuck her. Fuck her tonight, here and now. ” I look up at Sirius,“Babe and you?” Sirius shakes his head ,“I’m a kinky bastard, I’ll watch. However, if any of us say "Fire” everything stops.“ I blush and start playing with my hands, I look up at Remus and he is staring right at me. Sirius speaks up ,"She’s a very good girl, she’ll fuck you silly Remus. What do you say?”  Remus clears his throat and nods, he walks up to me and picks me up. Before Sirius walks off he grabs my face and kisses me, he strokes my cheek and whispers into my ear ,”I love you but after this is over, I’m fucking you silly baby.” I blush and Sirius brings a chair as he places it at the end of the bed and sits, he watches us with piercing eyes.

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oops | bestfriend!s.b x reader

word count: 1016

summary: you’re dating remus and accidentally send a special message to your best friend sirius instead

warning: smut, phone sex, degrading, dom/sub dynamic, mutual masturbation

a/n: all characters are over 18. they have phones in this au. i might make a part two if you guys like this one

Oops pt 2 | r.l x s.b x reader

part 1

word count: 2856 (ik im sorry lol)

summary: remus punishes you and sirius for playing together without him warnings: smut, threesome, rough sex, degrading, dom/sub dynamic, orgasam denial, slight cnc, slapping. lmk if i missed anything a/n: I went a little overboard with this one, it's kinda long haha. I put this marker (***) for where the smut starts if you want to skip to that. Thank you sm for the love on the last part. Also I kinda didn’t exactly follow the ending of the last fic but whatever. Again they have phones in this au. All characters are over 18, all acts are consensual, a safe word is in place.

S.Black: Fill Me With Light (Part 1/3)

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Sirius Black. Post Prisoner of Azkaban. Part 1/3.

Summary: In which Sirius is drawn to a girl that is full of the light that was stolen from him during his thirteen years imprisonment.

Pairing: Sirius Black (Old) x Reader (Younger)

Warnings: Very light sexual themes (Part 2 will 100% have smut so be warned)

Genre: Angst. Kind of fluffy. Future smut.

Words: 1662

Sirius did know he wasn’t ready for freedom until he got it. Well, kind of. He had escaped Azkaban, meaning he wasn’t truly free. He was a wanted convict, stashed away into hiding to avoid the cold dementor’s kiss.

The House of Black was empty and full of terrible memories for Sirius. All the trauma-filled memories seemed to rush back to him the second he walked through the door. He hated this place. He hadn’t stepped into it since he was sixteen and swore he never would again. But it was the only place he had left to go.

“I’ll stop by tomorrow,” Remus promised as Sirius showed him out. They had had dinner together and talked about different subjects.

Sirius, desperate for any form of company gave a hum of agreement. “I’ll have Kreacher make some pastries and tea.”

“I might bring along some people,” Remus added, making Sirius raise an eyebrow. “Later this week. Just some Order members you might get along well with. That is if you want them over.”

“Of course, Moony. Maybe I’ll get back to my old partying ways.” Sirius joked, but his grin wasn’t wholeheartedly like it once was.

Remus smiled back, giving a small chuckle. “Maybe. I’ll see you later, Padfoot.” And left.

Sirius, alone his dusty childhood home, gave a heaving sigh. Merlin, he hated being alone. He felt like at any second a dementor would float through the window and steal all the remaining happiness left inside of him. That couldn’t happen. He needed to be here for Harry. When all this was over and his innocence was proven, they’d be a family. Harry would have someone who loved him and Sirius would clasp onto the last lingering bits of James he had. He had to survive. He had to stay hidden.

But this staying hidden thing meant spending a sad amount of time alone with nothing to do. At first, he tried to clean. That house was disgustingly grimy as no one had lived there for years. He abandoned that idea when he accidentally knocked the sheet covering his mother’s portrait off, causing her to start wailing insult into the empty house.

“Blood traitor! Disappointment! Get out of my house! GO!” It echoed so loudly Sirius was sure the shrill voice would ring in his mind forever. He hadn’t heard his mother’s voice in so long, but he would never forget the sting of her words.

He covered her up hastily as Kreacher came running out to comfort his poor mistress. The ugly house elf gave Sirius a glare as Sirius hurried out of the room.

That is the first night Sirius had gotten blackout drunk to cope with his overwhelming loneliness. Remus came by as planned and arrived to see a passed out Sirius surrounded by firewhisky bottles. He gave a sad sigh, cleaning up the mess and instructing Kreacher to take care of Sirius.

Remus brought it up the next day, but Sirius just shrugged it off. He defended himself by saying, “Didn’t have good alcohol in Azkaban, mate.”

Remus had no good rebuttal to that.

Friday night, Remus brought along a handful of Order members. Some Sirius knew from the good old days when everything was still good. Moody was as crazy as ever, making Sirius feel comfortable. He remembered laughing with James after meetings about Moody’s outbursts. Unfortunately, reminiscing made Sirius instantly solemn. He stayed back in a loveseat in the corner while everyone laughed, talked and drank.

Many people Sirius had to be introduced to. Nymphadora Tonks, his distant cousin, was a feisty Auror and Sirius felt a deep sense of pride speaking to her. Another member of the House of Black who abandoned the pureblood ideologies.

Another person he had to be introduced to was Y/N Y/L/N. She was fresh out of Hogwarts and as fiery as his cousin. He watched them talk adamantly about Auror training, something Y/N hoped to do. He’d look back down into his amber liquor whenever she would look over at him. He’d usually stop watching someone after being caught once, but he was too infatuated to stop.

It was probably because of her age, Sirius decided. Not in a creepy old man preying on a teenager way, but in a recollecting way. He remembered just graduating Hogwarts, his best friends with him. They joined the Order faster than you could blink, Lily in tow. Somehow between then and the Halloween night his world came crashing down, everything got so muddled up. He remembered being like her. Eighteen years old, wanting to help the greater good. Not caring if your life was at risk because you felt immortal.

Sirius learned the hard way that he, nor anyone around him was immortal. Yet, he missed that free feeling. He wanted to take back that free spirit personality that you radiated.

“Talk to her,” Remus spoke to him, leaning against the wall.

“What?” Sirius furrowed his brow, feeling like a creepy deer caught in headlights.

“You’ve been watching Y/N all night. Talk to her. Ask her whatever question I can see you’re formulating in your head.” Remus kicked off the wall and went to snag another brownie from the coffee table.

Sirius rubbed his temple, pondering on if he should bother. She was so young and fresh. Not like him at all. He was beaten down and always disheartened. He didn’t want to rub any of that negativity onto you. So, he stayed in his loveseat, stealing plenty of glance at Y/N and avoiding Remus’s insistent gaze.

At the end of the night, there was a handful of sober enough wizards disapparating from his home. One or two were walking and another was hailing a cab, trying to explain the convenience of cars to the confused others.

Sirius locked the front door after the last of the drunken crew left. He leaned against it, feeling the earth move around him in his drunken haze. He hadn’t drunk too much, not wanting to lose himself in front of strangers, but it was enough for him to feel light and airy.

A thump upstairs stole his attention from his buoyant feeling. Everyone was gone, as far as Sirius knew. He was about to dismiss it as nothing when he heard it again.

Sirius drew his wand, making his way stealthily up the stairs. No one was in the dimly lit hall as far as he could tell. He slowly walked through the long corridor, listening for any noise. What if it was a dementor? Sirius thought with a chill. What if it’s an Auror who wasn’t apart of the Order? Or a Death Eater?

All these thoughts stopped as a door swung open on Sirius left. He quickly swung to face the person, wand pointed at their face.

“Whoa, man. Watch where you point that thing.” Y/N laughed, pushing past him. She was holding her heels from earlier in her hand but was still stumbling. “You are very hostile, sir.”

Sirius spluttered, “Hostile? It’s my house. I thought someone had broken in.”

Y/N put her hand on her hip and leaned on the wall for support. “I didn’t break in. I’m guest, remember.” She drunkenly grinned.

Sirius chuckled, feeling the free spirit of her rubbing off on him. She was contagious. “Yes, I remember.”

Y/N leaned towards him, using him for a bit of support. Luckily, the adrenaline from earlier had completely sobered Sirius up and made him stable enough for her weight.

“Mr. Black,” She said softly in his ear, making goosebumps appear on Sirius’s neck. “Show me to bed.”

Sirius choked on his tongue. “I—Y/N.”

She yawned dramatically, stretching her arms. “I’m a tired drunk. I want to sleep.”

Sirius cursed himself for having such a dirty mind. Of course, that’s what she meant. “Right.” He guided her by the arm to the nearest bedroom.

It was his old bedroom, covered in Gryffindor banners and muggle posters. Sirius hadn’t been in here much, choosing to sleep in a spare bedroom instead. This wasn’t his bedroom anymore, he had grown too much to stay in such a naïve space anymore.

Y/N toppled back onto the bed with a huff. She threw her shoes to the side and sat up, looking around. “Gryffindor?” She observed.

“Yes.” Sirius nodded, fiddling with the ring on his middle finger. “I was one back in my Hogwarts years.”

“Nice,” Y/N yawned as she spoke, scrunching her nose. “So was I.”

Sirius pretended to be surprised, but he wasn’t. The girl in front of him was too gutsy to be a Hufflepuff, too reckless to be a Ravenclaw and too good to be a Slytherin. He knew she had to be a Gryffindor. Just another reason to be attracted to her, he supposed.

Y/N stood up, turning to face away from him. “Help.” She pointed to the zip in the back of the red dress she wore. She had looked amazing tonight, Sirius noted this the second he saw her.

Sirius carefully unzipped the dress. He expected her to wait until he had left before stripping off the garment, but he was dead wrong. Sirius’s heart sped up boyishly when she revealed the lacy underwear to him. She seemed unfazed by his gaping mouth, as she went back to lay back down on her stomach.

“Well,” Sirius backed away towards the door, “I’ll leave you to sleep.”

“G’night.” Y/N said, face already shoved into her pillow. Sirius forced himself to keep his eyes on the dark wooden floor and off the perky ass on full display in his teenage bed. If only sixteen-year-old Sirius could see his room now.

Sirius shut the door behind him in a hurry. When did he become so prudish? When did his mind and body clam up at the sight of a scantily clothed woman? Probably from thirteen years of not seeing a single woman. Sirius wiped his sweaty palms on his pants as he disappeared into the spare room he had been sleeping in, cursing himself once again.

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S.Black: Fill Me With Light (Part 2/3)

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Sirius Black. Post Prisoner of Azkaban. Part 2/3.

Summary: In which you have have a very dirty time with a newly freed Sirius Black.

Pairings: Sirius Black (Old) x Reader (Younger)

Warnings: SMUT!!!!! Age gap.

Genre: Smut. Fluff at the end. Kinda angsty because of post-Azkaban Sirius.

Words: 2386

Sirius was fast asleep when his bedroom door slowly creaked open. He remained entirely unaware as a certain new Hogwarts graduate patted across the hardwood floors, cladded in only her underwear.

Y/N watched the older man’s tattooed chest rise and fall. She felt a sense of pity fall over her. She had already slept off the cloud the Dragon Barrel Brandy had put her mind under. When she had awoken in a strange room, her recent drunken mishaps came back in a rush.

She laid awake, a growing feeling of empathy restricting her from falling back to sleep. She thought about poor Sirius Black. His scarred body and mind. She imagined if she was in his situation, accused of a horrendous crime he didn’t commit, and what would she do. Surely she would not be as strong as Sirius. Y/N hated to admit her faults, but one was definitely her way to face defeat when pushed far enough. She’d give up.

The man below her was no quitter. She admired that.

She thought about how she had drunkenly taken her dress off in front of him and how he backed away like he had seen a dementor. She remembered earlier in the night catching his persistent gaze on her while she spoke with different people. She felt a sense of smugness from the way he looked at her. Then she was reminded of how long he was in prison. Thirteen long years in Azkaban. No one to talk to. No one to even look at. No one to touch.

That is what drove Y/N into Sirius Black’s bedroom. She wanted to appease his urges. Even if he hadn’t jumped her bones when she was revealed to him earlier, doesn’t mean that he wasn’t thinking about it.

Y/N reached around her, unclipping her black lace bra and throwing it to the side. Her underwear followed soon after. As quietly as possible, she perched herself on the old bed, straddling his waist.

“Oh Mr. Black,” She softly cooed, tracing his sharp features with her index finger.

Sirius’s face scrunched and his eyes shot open. He took in the sight above him. Oh, what a sight it was.

Sirius gulped involuntarily. “Y/N? What are you—?”

“Mr. Black don’t ask questions.” She leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Just go with it.”

She crashed her lips down onto his. Sirius took a moment to kiss back like he was trying to remember how to do so. When he did, he instantly began gaining passion and control. He grabbed onto Y/N’s locks and her own fingers raked through his shaggy hair.

When they pulled back, Y/N purred, grinding herself onto him, “Mmm Mr. Black, don’t keep me waiting.”

Sirius had no plans to disappoint. He flipped her down onto the bed, changing positions. Y/N laid under him, completely naked and Sirius felt the need to follow suit. He started reaching for his pants when Y/N stopped him,

“No one has taken your pants off in a while, hmm? I want to do it.” She reached down and pushed his pajama pants to his knees with one shove.

Sirius had taken up the habit of wearing no underwear while in Azkaban, and it had become a part of life outside of it too.

Y/N took the opportunity to hold him in her hand, feeling the weight of his fully erect cock in her hand. “Did you use to fuck a lot of girls before it?” She felt that saying Azkaban while holding a dick in her hands would spoil the mood a bit.

Sirius bit his lip, feeling her thumb side over the slit on the head. It rested there, spinning circles while waiting for his reply.

“I suppose.” Sirius’s voice was raspy with sleep and need. If only she’d slink down and take him in her mouth.

“I suppose?” She mocked with a giggle. “Is that a yes? You were a huge player, weren’t you? I can tell. You’re too good looking to not have been.”

Sirius felt a bit confident at that, reaching up to mimic the circling motion on her right nipple. “You’re not wrong.”

“Well then, Mr. Black.” She leaned in to kiss his jaw, biting down to leave a nice marking behind. “Don’t let me down. I expect to leave this house thoroughly fucked.”

“And so you shall.” Sirius grinned, forcing her lips up to his, kissing her harshly.

Her hand had started to move, running up and down, only stopping to play with the head. “Mmm,” Y/N pulled away from the kiss, “Let me blow you first. I want you to have the full package for your first fuck back in civilized society.”

“Why thank you for being so considerate, my dove.” Sirius chuckled, allowing the girl to push him onto his back and climb on top of him.

Y/N sat back on Sirius’s thighs, watching the handsome older man under her. She imagined if he looked this good after escaping imprisonment, what he looked like prior. His rib cage was faintly showing under his heavily tattooed flesh, not as prominent as it was when he first made his escape. Through hearty meals, Sirius had gained a bit of his original body mass back, no longer looking like a skeleton. He had cut his hair as well, getting rid of the large mads that had appeared in his hair from neglect and opting for a well-groomed shaggy look that he used to wear in his later Hogwarts years.

Y/N ran her hands over his thighs, slowly making a trail of goosebumps. When they arrived near his pelvis she let the nail of her index finger make soft shapes all over. Sirius inhaled sharply when she ran her nail gently over his erection.

“Merlin… Get on with it, dove, please.” He begged, staring up at the ceiling to avoid busting before she even got a hold on him.

Y/N smirked, running her nails teasingly over his cock again to feel his thighs clench again and his eyes squeeze shut with concentration. She wondered if he’d even make it to the final course at the rate he was going.

“What do you want, Mr. Black? Tell me your wildest desires.” She asked, voice sultry, as she raked her nails over his left hip.

Sirius thought for a moment. What did he want right now? Well first, release. But how did he want to come? He was afraid if he let her take him in her mouth or hand he’d come prematurely, and that would make for a very disappointing night. He had a beautiful girl, sitting naked on his legs waiting patiently for instructions. He knew she was probably doing this out of pity. He knew every Order member was aware of his struggle to freedom, and Y/N was probably feeling charitable.

Still, he couldn’t stop the way his heart swelled looking at her. Earlier in the evening, fully dressed, he only saw the light that was shining within her. Now, with her naked above him, he saw an even more beautiful confident woman. She was so perfect and Sirius wanted to absorb some of her light in order to survive his struggles. That is all he wanted.

But he wasn’t about to confess his more than likely unrequited feeling in the middle of sex. He made that mistake in seventh year with Samantha Cook, and he was not about to go there again. To be fair, she had quite the talented mouth. Yet, that mouth had nothing to say when it ran out of the broom cupboard with a horrified expression.

“Ride me,” Sirius growled his unreturned love pooling out of him in a domineering manner.

Y/N flipped all her hair over her right shoulder, grinning wickedly. “Your wish is my command, Mr. Black.”

Sirius didn’t understand why she was still calling him Mr. Black, but it made his cock twitched unusually and he seemed to like it. It made him feel like an old man, but he had to remember he was an old man in comparison to Y/N.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by Y/N rubbing his head over her damp slit. He grunted as she let out a soft whimpered when she focused him on her clit. Sirius felt like he should off some foreplay, not wanting to go in dry, but she seemed to be working herself up on her own.

She was more than happy to use him as a masturbation tool, rubbing his head in circles over her clit as she shut her eyes and moaned. “Sirius…” She panted, her ‘Mr. Black’ façade falling with her pleasure. “I’m gonna put it in now. Okay?”

Sirius gripped her soft thighs, feeling them twitch as she felt waves of pleasure. “Go ahead, dove.”

Y/N gasped as she slowly slid onto him, feeling herself stretch and a warmth spread on the bottom of her stomach. Sirius slid his hands up to hold her hips and guided her up then down to help adjust.

“Ready?” Sirius asked, looking up at the twinkling eyes of his beautiful lover.

“So ready?” Y/N moaned as she began rocking on him, trying to build a rhythm. He was so thick and hard, and she was so transfixed by him. How could a felon be so damn attractive?

Y/N was alight with sparks, but Sirius seemed to get sick of the slow rocking.  He realized he wasn’t going to last too long and should pick up the pace for both their sakes. He abruptly gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises and held her hovering with just his tip left inside.

“Hold on my dove, I’m taking control.”

And drove himself hard into her. She let out a loud yelp at the sudden speeding up and leaned down to grip his shoulders. She dug her nails into his skin, leaving little red crescents behind. He was going so fast his movement was almost frantic like if he didn’t get off right at this moment he would die of need.

“Merlin… Sirius!” She moaned into his ear, only spurring him on further.

He threw her down on the bed, pulling himself up to hover above her. Before she could think, he had already sunken back into her and was back at an erratic pace.

“Oh Y/N. Oh, Merlin…” Sirius grunted as he pulled her legs over his shoulders in an attempt to go even deeper.

“Sirius… I’m gonna come…” Y/N whine, clawing at his back like an animal.

She came with a loud string of moans, squeezing around Sirius like a python with its prey. Sirius couldn’t resist anymore. He plunged as deep as possible before letting his warm seed explode into her. He collapsed onto her, panting while sticky with sweat, feeling completely spent. She looked nearly unconscious with a blissful smile on her soft lips.

“You did not disappoint Mr. Black.” She teased, kissing his shoulder in an affectionate manner.

“Neither did you, my dove.”  He joked back, making her blush as she remembered all the outlandish things she had said earlier. He noticed their sweaty torsos sticking together and said, “How about a bath?”

Y/N nodded, allowing him to lead her to an adjoined bathroom. Sirius ran the tub, which magical filled instantly with the rose scented bath water. He helped her into the bathtub as her legs were shaking like Bambi’s. He followed suit, comfortably sliding in behind her. The water was perfectly warm and relaxing, making Y/N’s eyelid feel heavy.

“Sirius?” she asked on the brink of sleep.

Sirius, who was staring absentmindedly at the tiled wall made a noise of acknowledgment. “Yes, dove.”

“What do you think of me?” Y/N tentatively asked, like she afraid he was going to call her some disgusting names and kick her out at any moment. “I mean, I hardly know you. But I snuck into your bedroom naked to sleep with you. I bet you think I’m crazy.”

Sirius shook his head, squeezing her waist with his arms. “I don’t actually.” Y/N looked at him strangely from the corner of her eye. Sirius just chuckled, “I think you’re the most confident, mesmerizing woman I’ve ever seen. If I had met you when I was young, I would have probably given up my rebel phase. I’ve never met someone who is so perfect—”

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Sirius.” Y/N reminded him, thinking of all the times she’s been put down for her confidence and wit.

“Well, my eye says you’re perfect.” Sirius teased, kissing her cheek. Y/N giggled and the two remained quiet in their embrace until Sirius spoke again, “You probably don’t feel that way about me, though. I’m old and damaged. I understand if that was a pity fuck.”

Y/N looked back at him, looking confused. “Pity fuck? What am I a saint? I don’t fuck people because I feel bad for them, Sirius. I do it when I like them. Physically, mentally.”

“But how could you like me? You’re too good for me. You deserve far better.” Sirius sighed a heavy weight on his heart.

Y/N turned in the tub to face him, sitting comfortably between his legs. “Listen, Sirius.” She gripped the sides of his face to force his grey eyes to lock on her own. “You can put yourself down all you want. You can call yourself damaged like you’re some dropped piece of fruit with no worth, but I won’t sit here and let you dictate what I deserve. If I want a damaged old orange, then I will have a damaged old orange. You’re perfect to me. You’re courageous and brave and clever. You escaped Azkaban for Merlin’s sake! That has to count for something!”

Sirius chucked at her overdramatic flailing arms and metaphors. “You seem to have thought about this.”

“I don’t just think about how great your cock is in bed, I also thought about your character. Ya know, just to see if you’re worth a second go. Or maybe even a meal.” Y/N teased with a smirk, tracing his tattoos.

“And what is your verdict, Ms. Y/L/N?” Asked Sirius, eyes locked on her light-filled eyes.

Y/N pretended to ponder it before humming, “I guess you’re worth a date, Mr. Black.”

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S.Black: Fill Me With Light (Part 3/3)

PART ONE | PART TWO

Sirius Black. Post Prisoner of Azkaban. Requested. Part 3/3.

Summary: In which Sirius is enjoying the light that Y/N fill his home and heart with.

Pairing: Sirius Black (Old) x Reader (Younger)

Warnings: Kinda not really sexual.

Genre: Very fluffy.

Words: 1433

Sirius considered himself the luckiest man on earth. He had spent a whole year as a free man, living under the radar to avoid incarceration. He had to stay secluded in his terrible childhood home, but he wasn’t alone anymore.

He would wake up every morning to see a lump under the sheets next to him. Regardless of the number of times that he had seen this, it still brought a giddy smile to his face. Sometimes, she would be facing him, peacefully sleeping. He’d stare at her for a few minutes, taking in all her features illuminated by the golden sun pouring in through the ajar curtains.

How did he become lucky enough to get her? He didn’t deserve to be the one who woke up next to her, or the one to sit across from her while they ate dinner, or the one to watch her read a book while in bed with her hair dripping wet from her shower. She deserved to have someone her age, with a bright unblemished future ahead of them. Yet, she chooses to stay with him.

They had their first date the morning after their affectionate night together. Due to them staying up until morning light, Sirius woke up at nearly noon. He looked around the bedroom, feeling for Y/N, only to find the spot and room empty. He felt his heart drop into his stomach, realizing she was more than likely gone. She probably woke up and realized how insane he was and bolted. With his head now forming a brutal migraine, Sirius forced himself out of bed and down the stairs.

His breath hitched when he entered the dining room to see an array of breakfast foods lining it. He was so used to Kreacher’s reluctantly made scrambled eggs, that he approached the food with narrowed eyes.

“Why are you creeping towards the waffles? Afraid you’ll scare them away?” The honey-dripped voice he had fallen in love with within a span of an evening spoke behind him.

Sirius spun around to see Y/N standing in the archway between the kitchen and the dining room. She was wearing a Gryffindor quidditch jersey that Sirius recognized as his own back in his younger years. Her legs were bare, running on for what seemed like miles. She had a glass of orange juice in her hand, looking at Sirius with amusement.

“You know, Sirius,” she started with a teasing tone as she walked past him to sit in a chair. “Waffles have no legs. They can’t escape.” She smirked as she took a sip of her drink, and Sirius found him watching her every movement.

Sirius cleared his throat, trying to seem more alert; nonetheless, he was still taking note of how her toes curled and her fingers played with the discolored tablecloth. “I’m aware of the anatomy of food, my dove.”

Y/N laughed at that before offering Sirius a waffle, which Sirius gladly accepted. Y/N told him how his mean old house elf said some rude things to her after she found some clothes to wear. Kreacher refused to make her food, calling her a mudblood under his breath before disappearing into some musty hidden place. In turn, Y/N decided to make them both breakfast. She continued on telling Sirius about her mother and how she taught her plenty of cooking spells. She mentioned how much she loved helping her mother cook and bake as a child, and Sirius listened closely. He held onto every word she said, imagining going to the childhood home she described. Meeting her mother and father and truly becoming a part of her life.

This was in no way Y/N and Sirius’s last date. Y/N would come for dinner every night after she got off work at a muggle café. He learned how much she loved muggles, her father being one and being raised in both worlds. He would click the object called a pen that was in her apron pocket until she got annoyed and snatch it away. The annoyance didn’t live for long though, as Y/N would kiss his cheek and call him, “The annoying Mr. Black.”

By November, most of Y/N wardrobe had somehow materialized in the House of Black. When Sirius would tease her about her use of his closet space, Y/N would blush and rolled her eyes.

“Would you rather I have to go home after dinner every night in order to get dressed the next day? Leaving you all alone?” Sirius shook his head. “Exactly.”

When Harry had sent Sirius a letter telling him he’d been mysteriously chosen as a fourth champion, Y/N was there to remind Sirius that Harry would be okay. Sirius knew the death toll of the Triwizard Tournament and was riddled with anxiety that Harry would somehow join that statistic. Y/N told him that Harry was noble and strong, telling him stories of Harry’s bravery in his first three years.

Sirius listened to all the tales, resting his head in Y/N’s lap while she stroked his hair. He was torn between being a Marauder and a responsible godfather with his reactions. In the end, he settled on allowing whatever reaction that bubbled up express. He didn’t feel the need to put on a show for her as she knew what he was thinking anyway.

Christmas came, and sadly Harry was staying at Hogwarts for the Yule Ball. After reading this, Sirius fell back onto the couch, letting out a huff.

“What’s wrong? Is Harry okay?” Y/N asked from over her book. She was curled up on a loveseat opposite of him with a blanket covering her chilly frame.

“Yes. He’s great, really. Spending the break at school for a ball.” Sirius stated, pouting like a little kid, making Y/N smirk and get out of her seat, abandoning her book and blanket.

She sat on the end near Sirius’s head. “Oh, Mr. Black. You’re so cute when you’re pouty.” She poked his cheek teasingly, leaning closer to his face.

“I’m not pouting…” He grumbled, looking away from her eyes because he knew she could read his every thought. And frankly, Sirius Black was lying through his teeth.

“Of course you’re not.” Y/N giggled, fiddling with his hair. She lightly pecked his pouty lips, making Sirius lift his head a bit as they pulled away. “Pouty and needy. This must really be bothering you.”

Sirius let himself relax into her hand playing with his hair, admitting, “I wanted to introduce you two. We’d have Christmas together. You’d get along well, I bet. We’d be like a family. Opening presents, sitting by the fire, eating a Christmas dinner.”

Y/N paused her twiddling, making Sirius feel tense. He’d admitted numerous times about wanting to be like a family to Harry, but he’d never included Y/N in the mix. What if she wasn’t ready for that? She was only eighteen, maybe the idea scared her.

“You want to be a family? With me included?” Y/N asked, her voice soft and wary.

Sirius gulped, pulling himself up to look her in the eye. He took her hands in his own. “I want you there for everything and anything. If you need time to think about that, I understand. You don’t have to be a part of it if you don’t want to, or if the idea is too much for you. I’ll understand, but please tell me if you do.”

Y/N took a couple of seconds to ponder the idea. She knew, deep down, that Sirius and Harry were a package deal.  This made her imagine waking up every morning in a house with Sirius. She’d make her infamous waffle and Sirius would come downstairs, a bed haired Harry following in tow. She imagined taking Harry to Diagon Alley for supplies at the end of the summer, her and Sirius sitting outside of Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour. She knew it was a hypothetical situation, but she was in awe of it.

“I would love to be a part of your family, Sirius.” Y/N smiled, making Sirius serious face melt into a goofy grin.

“You have no idea how happy that makes me, Y/N.” He grinned, grabbing her face and kissing her passionately.

Between heated kisses, Y/N spoke, “How about you show me by taking me upstairs?” She rather not do the deed out here, as you never know when that creepy little house elf will pop out of a shadow.

Sirius hoisted her over his shoulder making her let out a surprised shriek. “Come on, my dove.”

He really was a very lucky man.

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Dating Sirius Black (marauders era✨) headcanons

Shelter - Remus Lupin x Reader (contains smut)

Request: would you ever do a PoA Professor Lupin and student y/n smut imagine?? If you can’t, then that’s okay! I absolutely love your work and if you’re not comfortable with writing it, then that’s absolutely fine ✨ Warnings:  This is a PROFESSOR Remus imagine that contains smut. It’s perfectly legal since the reader is 18. However, if you do not like the idea or feel comfortable with it, please don’t read this. Just scroll past it. (I have to tell you though, that there is nothing wrong with relationships with an age difference-personal experience.) .Other than that, my English and the smut part, which is not the most graphic smut I have written. (under the cut) Image and gifs aren’t mine/ Credits to their original owners.  Word count: 6k+ MASTERLIST

You knew you were in for a hell of a year since the moment you laid eyes on him. You didn’t know why or what but you knew… your last year would be a year to remember. You had missed the Sorting Ceremony, again. So, you went to your dorm and settled things down while you waited for everyone to fall asleep. You would then sneak to the kitchens and grab something to eat. Naturally, you were in for a surprise, but of course, you had no idea. After a while, it was late enough for you to go unnoticed. You had quickly found the pear and tickled it, transforming it into a door- knob. You smiled to yourself. You had found your way around the castle without that ridiculous map that the twins had stolen from Filch’s office. You knew every single secret passageway and every single corridor-you knew Hogwarts. You were friends with them, with all of the Weasleys. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that you had briefly dated Charlie. Even though you had realized that you were better off as friends after a while. You had bonded with the twins over Quidditch and pranks. You had tried to make them study-it had ended badly; your hair had gone pink, the color you hated the most, for a week. You crept inside the kitchens, and almost immediately were greeted by the kind house elves. “Hello, Miss! Welcome back!! What can Bloom get you, miss?” one of them asked you. “What have I told you, guys? It’s just Y/N” you smiled warmly at them. They just shrugged it off and started preparing only Merlin knows what. At some point, you were worried about the amount of food they were piling up, so you just stopped them, reaching for the chocolate bar that was right before you. “Um, guys… Chill. I think I’ll just grab some chocolate and-” but before you could finish off with your sentence you heard a low cough like someone wanted to make their presence known, coming from behind you back. Oh, no. You slowly turned around, ready to face the music-and probably Snape and detention- only to find a very, very, disturbingly young man, looking at you, rather amused. He had a beautiful face no matter his scars, that under the dim candle light illuminating the room, seemed to be soft and strangely attractive. He must have been in his early thirties, you thought. Oh, shit. He has to be your new DADA professor. He was your teacher? Great. “Hello” you said sheepishly and lowered your gaze, but not for long. You found yourself way too captivated by his kind eyes to look away. You saw him fighting a chuckle. “It’s past curfew, miss…” he trailed off, not really reprimanding you. You smiled and all your confidence had rushed back in.  You were never the coward one. “Y/L/N. Oh, I know” you said, raising an eyebrow in emphasis. You liked challenging people. Not too much but just enough. Which seemed to be the case here as well. He was slightly surprised at your answer. He thought that you would apologize and rush out of the kitchen. But there you were, sitting on the table, opening the wrapped chocolate bar, answering back completely nonchalant. He stayed silent for a couple of seconds while you hadn’t even dreamt of breaking the eye contact you held with him. His eyes. “You do realize I could give you detention, Miss Y/L/N, right?” he asked you. You could tell that he intended to be strict but it didn’t exactly work. Instead, his tone sounded playful and a bit… provocative. You jumped off the table, walking over to him-it wasn’t your fault he was standing near the door. “But you won’t” you said steadily while piercing his eyes with your intense gaze. He was taken aback by your boldness. You chuckled lightly. “Goodnight… professor” you bid him goodbye, sending him a wink before you walked out. Oh, boy. What just happened?

You knew it was going to be bad. The moment you walked into his class, you just knew it. He had insisted on focusing on the practical experience of facing a boggart. You knew very well that you weren’t capable of facing your worst feat. It was simple, really. You didn’t fear something that could take shape. You feared your own mind. Your life was a lonesome experience and you could understand that very fact more than anyone. You carried the weight of humanity itself with you everywhere you went. You could say that you were trouble. You never really fitted in- your mind was so unending, you knew no limitations. Dumbledore had said that those were signs of geniuses. You thought that those were the signs of madness. Nobody quite understood what made you different, you didn’t even understand it yourself- but you felt it. You felt deep in your bones. You were the lone, last star of each ending night, that was still shining brightly as the sun began to rise. You knew you were no good. Maybe, professors saw an excellent student; maybe, your friends saw an amazing prankster; maybe your ex had seen a great lover. But none of those things were true. Not entirely, at least. And that feeling, being numb, that was your worst fear. It paralyzed you. That was why, when that boggart never took shape, you were instantly unable to move. Nobody really knew what was going on. Your classmates thought you feared nothing and the boggart couldn’t morph, but he knew the truth. Before he could help you, you had helped yourself. You weren’t looking for a knight-you were looking for a sword. You remembered every single moment that you felt like you had a family of your own. The twins making you burst into laughter in the middle of the Great Hall with their crazy pranks, Cedric making you feel welcomed and appreciated with his kind personality, Oliver counting on you to win the game. You were not alone, and you gave a silent promise to yourself to never feel numb. Even if the pain became too much to handle. Even if there wasn’t a single hope left. Even if the end was near. You would never shut yourself. Because, feeling, even the pain, was what made us humans. Because feeling and feeling too much was better than forgetting what it was like to have emotions. Feelings made something real. And you wouldn’t change that for the world. You hadn’t turned your boggart into something funny. You had simply placed it back inside the trunk that it had been. You looked at him, searching for something you didn’t even know what it was. His soft, rich caramel eyes were already on you. He seemed… confused. You stepped back, letting the next person in line perform the spell. You slipped out of the class and you knew that he had noticed, but you simply couldn’t stay there. However, you knew that he knew, so you had to face him at some point. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do that. You couldn’t face those big, soft, caramel eyes. Oh, Merlin. I am melodramatic. 

For the next month, you had avoided his classes. You would come up with excuses, silly ones to stay away from him. You knew it wasn’t… shit, what were you supposed to do? Because the truth was… you had developed a crush on your professor. You couldn’t help it. He was kind and caring and sweet and gentle, he had helped Harry with his boggart… and you knew what he was hiding. You had guessed it the very first time you saw him. The secret behind his scars. Scars that to everybody else would seem… weird, or even ugly. But to you… to you, they were perfect. You wanted to trace your hands along his scars, you wanted to kiss every single one of them. And you had to contain yourself, or you would sigh in front of everyone. “Hello?”. You snapped your head towards… Fred and George. “What?” you asked as in a haze. You couldn’t possibly focus on anything else but him. You were having breakfast- well, coffee to be exact- and you could feel his eyes burning holes on your back. You knew it was him and you felt guilty. He hadn’t even mentioned that you were skipping classes to Dumbledore. “Lupin told us to tell you to get your ass to his office after class” the said in unison. You raised an eyebrow in question. “He told you to get my ass to his office?” you asked sarcastically, but you were too worried and stressed out to actually care. “Well, not per say. But that was the meaning. What did you do?” Fred said at once. You, however, didn’t want to answer. Because you knew what had led him to call you to his office. Your mind though, oh… that dirty little mind of yours. You were imagining all kind of inappropriate things you would do to him if you ever had the chance. And then it hit you. You would have to attend his class today in order to see him after. That little shit. Suddenly, you weren’t feeling all that guilty. “Nothing that concerns you two” you answered calmly. They just smirked. Sometimes, you could swear, they were able to read your mind. You blushed and kept your head lowered. Great. The day had passed in a blur. You didn’t really pay attention to any of your classes until… his. You were about to sit down as far away as possible when you realized that the were no desks or seats. Your eyes met his. For the first time in a month, you felt your heart squeezing in a strange way. His eyes were intense and a bit greener and a little less caramel that what you remembered. And captivating. Always so captivating. Before you could continue your daydream, more students walked in and he removed his gaze from yours. “Does anyone know what a Patronus is?” he asked the class after a while. His voice was soft and melodic, rich and kind. You had it bad. “A Patronus is primarily used to repel Dementors. They can also be used for communication by accomplished witches and wizards, sir” a girl said, ogling him, causing you the urge to throw up. “Very well. What else can you tell us?” he continued and you felt like you could melt. It was his voice, so it was his fault. “The Patronus is Guardian which acts as a shield between you and the Dementor like a projection of the very things that the Dementor feeds upon such hope, happiness, the desire to survive. However, since the Patronus is an incantation the Dementors can’t hurt it. The Patronus has two forms, non-corporeal and corporeal. A non-corporeal Patronus can appear as ‘a thin wisp of silver’ that hovers ‘like mist.’ Whereas a corporeal Patronus has a form that is clearly defined and is more than vapor or smoke. The ability to cast a corporeal or non-corporeal Patronus is down to the skill of the witch or wizard. Each Patronus is unique to the witch or wizard who conjures it, and it’s possible, in some cases, for a Patronus to change” you said looking him directly in the eyes. You simply had to answer, otherwise that… girl would receive his attention. Oh, no. No. No. You couldn’t be… were you jealous? Great. Amazing. You had a crush on your professor and you were jealous of everyone who caught his eye. Very… nice. He was clearly taken aback; he didn’t believe you would participate since you had been avoiding his classes for a month now. “Precisely miss Y/L/N” he praised you and you blushed. Where was your confidence? He went on about the charm, how to pronounce it and details about the way to cast it, but you already knew that. You may haven’t been able to produce a corporeal Patronus yet but you had been practicing since a very young age. “Miss Y/L/N. Why don’t you demonstrate for us?” he simply asked you in a way you could have never said no. He gestured the front of the class. Another amazing moment of your amazing day. You walked over there confidently, suddenly feeling like yourself again. You focused on your memories. Not one, as he had said, but many happy ones. Your first time on a broom, your first Quidditch game, your Hogwarts letter, your friends and the pranks you had pulled, the people you cared about. Before you could control it, his face appeared only to disappear seconds later. You didn’t have to say the incantation out loud. With a flicker of your wand, a silvery form emerged. Was that a… Thestral? The creature walked towards you and bow down its head for you to pet it. You placed your-shaking- hand on its fragile head. It was so surreal. You knew you were one of few people who could see those magnificent animals. They are only visible to people who have seen someone dying and fully accepted, understood and internalized the concept. The animal slowly raised its head and its eyes met his, lowering lightly its head in an indication of respect and then it disappeared. You didn’t move for a few seconds after that. You could hear that the other students were performing the spell as well. Some of them, summoning a corporeal Patronus, some of them not. You were a bit lost for a while after that, so, naturally, you jumped slightly when you felt a hand on your shoulder, shaking you gently. You focused your vision on his face, but you were too confused to remember your little crush. “Are you alright?” he asked you politely but concerned. You hadn’t realized that no one else was in the classroom. You nodded, forcing a smile, but it was too weak to last more than a couple seconds. With his hand on your back, he prompted you to his desk and made you sit down. “Why a Thestral?” you questioned, not really asking him; you asked yourself. He eyed you cautiously. “A Patronus is a representation of who you are and is manifested by a creature that represents you in some way. I have to ask you… have you witnessed a death?” he quietly asked you. They all did, eventually. “Three. My parents and my brother were killed-no, murdered by Voldemort himself. Such an honor” you answered softly, trying to prevent the memories from drowning you, therefore the use of sarcasm. He seemed to grow quieter. You didn’t want pity. “I think it is safe to say that those with this Patronus often have the gentlest souls of all, an exceptional wizard or witch who has emerged strong from a dark past” he said in a small voice, making eye contact with you, or trying to, since you wouldn’t look anywhere near him. “I do have to ask you one more thing. Why did you avoid my class the previous month?” he continued once he realized that you weren’t going to look at him. What could you possibly tell him? “First the boggart, now my Patronus. What is it with your class that makes my life so difficult?” you playfully asked. It was your coping mechanism. You dared to look at him, a small smile playing on his lips-oh, his lips… and that small scar on his upper lip… 

It was your birthday, it was Saturday and it was freezing. You had the day to yourself since your friends had visited Hogsmeade. You had decided to stay and stroll around the almost empty castle. It was snowing and everything was covered in white. It was serene. You had purposely missed the breakfast so you could sneak something from the kitchens- some chocolate and tea would be nice. This time you greeted the house elves but since they didn’t have something to do, you wouldn’t keep them there, forcing them to make you something. You were a big girl. You could do it yourself.  

You were boiling the water needed for the tea when a small cough made you jump and spill it on you. Many profanities left your mouth that moment. “I’m sorry, Y/N. Oh, Merlin, you must have burnt yourself” a guilty voice said, making you snap your head towards it. You were face to face with him. He seemed tired, exhausted really. And then you remembered… the full moon was two days ago. His eyes were more caramel that green, this time. You quickly muttered a drying spell along with a healing one and smiled comfortingly. “No need to. I’m perfectly alright” you said extremely nonchalant. You returned to the counter and started preparing tea again. “What brings you here, Professor?” you inquired amused. He let out a heavy breath and came next to you, placing his back against the edge of the wooden counter. Well, it wasn’t his back, but his hips… but that, you chose to ignore. You had talked and chatted few times after class, before class, in between classes. For nothing and everything. Sometimes he would do the talking, sometimes he would listen. Sometimes he would let something small of his past slip. You could tell that he didn’t mean to, but he didn’t really regret it either. Sometimes your conversations would be about the weather; sometimes about the very meaning of existence. A week ago, he had found himself wanting to tell you about his secret. You had seen it in his eyes. That was the thing about you. People were opening up to you, easily. It had something to do with the fact that you never judged anyone, that you accepted almost everything, that you wouldn’t be afraid to fight and stand up for your loved ones. He had discovered that you may were just eighteen, but you weren’t just eighteen. And even though you didn’t know this, he had found himself waiting with anticipation your next talk. He hadn’t answered when you handed him a cup of tea. It was your favorite and quite coincidentally his as well. He smiled at you, but he was tired and you felt bad for him. You reached for the top self-even though you weren’t that tall, you managed to get it. Two of the most amazing chocolate bars ever created. You smiled brightly, handing him one. He looked puzzled but entertained. “When someone gives you chocolate, you don’t ask questions. You just take it” you said in a playfully serious tone, taking a sip of your tea. It was hot and exactly what you needed. “Thank you, Y/N” he told you, rather moved by your small action. You just shrugged it off. “So what brings you here?” he asked you, moments later, a smirk plastered on his face, lighting up the whole country. “Hey!” you retorted. It wasn’t fair, using your question. He raised his eyebrows in amusement. You rolled your eyes, dramatically. “Fine. I wanted to have my special day spent with chocolate” you informed him, but he furrowed his eyebrows. You sighed heavily to add to the drama. “It’s my birthday” you said with a fake exasperation. His eyes twinkled with something that if you didn’t know any better you would identify as…hope? Mixed with something else. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but it was there. He placed down his cup and chocolate onto the table next to him. “Happy Birthday!” he wished you, excitedly. Before you could answer, he had enveloped you into a hug. You were thrown off. Like, completely off. After a few seconds, though, you shyly hugged him back, whispering a ‘thank you’ before breaking apart. He seemed shocked and happy and more shocked. Like he didn’t expect himself to be that bold. Or you to return the gesture. He had even blushed-something that made you realize that your crush was long gone and it had been replaced by something deeper. A connection you couldn’t understand in all its glory because you had never felt like that before. “Thank you, Professor” you said again but it didn’t feel right, calling him professor. “Call me Remus outside the class” he said so naturally that, again, he was taken aback by his own words and boldness. You chuckled lightly. “Remus” you said tentatively. He instantly smiled and your whole world seemed brighter.

You were proud of yourself. You hadn’t missed a single class and your grades were better than ever. You enjoyed school this year, but for entirely different reasons. It was something about him that made you feel… good, after a long time. You were very well aware of everything that would appear to be ‘problematic’. But you were also aware of your feelings. You felt l so naked when you were with him. He could strip you of your walls, of your guarded defenses, leaving you completely and utterly vulnerable. He had shattered any mental boundaries you had ever possessed. He left you breathless with his aura and creative, rhythmic way of speaking to everyone. You were losing your mind and falling into madness and it felt okay, almost a necessity. He showed you how to embrace the lack of time that humans all have, that death was the inevitable and that was not as important as people around you made it seem. You were out of your mind and that was such a wonderful thing. Your conversations were longer and more meaningful; you had found yourself in the Astronomy Tower the other night, talking to him about your love for the night sky and how you preferred the stars over the moon. Especially the full moon-you had seen him tensed up a bit and you had ‘accidentally’ let a hint slip through your lips. You had gone silent after that until you decided to tell him. You asked him when he would trust you enough, if ever. He had looked bewildered and slightly worried. You had smiled his anxiousness away, letting him know that you knew, and it was perfectly alright because it was still him, even if he didn’t think that. That you couldn’t care less. You didn’t know this, but in that moment, he had to admit to himself something that he kept pushing away all this time. He was captivated by your very essence. And it didn’t matter that you were a student-he never saw you as anything less than an equal; sometimes he saw someone greater in you- greater than anyone who had met before. Someone who held the wisdom of the world inside their soul. You had told him that you had always felt older than your age and that even Dumbledore had said that sometimes you were older than him. He had laughed and that sound was honey to your ears. Ever since that night, you were closer to each other, stealing glances and sending small smiles even across the class. You could sense that he was low-key, proud of you when you declined every single boy that had come up and asked you out on a date. You didn’t want to get your hopes up, but you felt it. Due to your past of falsehoods, you had developed this theory that all men are no good, worthless. He had shown you that men could be loyal, passionate, tender, and caring creatures. The boys you have dealt with were the complete opposite. He had made you see that there was a huge difference between the boys you had dated and the man you craved. You had finally met someone who meant more than a lot to you. And not just the ‘he makes me feel special’ but that person that you would fight harder for than you would for yourself. That person that made you want to be better, that showed you your true essence that you didn’t know existed until they came along. You had discovered things about yourself just from being with him. It started as a crush; after a while, you found yourself in love; and now… you could feel something more. Something selfless. It was the little things he would do that made you smile and cry at the same time. You knew that he felt it too-maybe not in the romantic way you did, but still. There was a connection that no one could deny. It was a cold February night but your heart was warmer than ever. In fact, it was so warm you couldn’t handle it. You couldn’t really take it anymore. You had found your way to his chambers. You didn’t really know how you were to say this. You couldn’t exactly walk in and go all ‘Hello, I’m in love with you. Okay, bye’. But once he opened the door, even that felt like a good idea. He was ravishing in the dim light. He smiled and it seemed that the sun had lost its glory. His eyes captured yours and you felt like you could melt under his gaze. You loved him. Merlin, you did. How could you be so stupid, thinking that it was just a crush? When you didn’t respond, he furrowed his eyebrows, asking you if you were alright, stepping aside so you could walk in. The moment that door closed, every single restraint you had… was gone. Every single defensive mechanism… gone. “I need to tell you something. I am in love with you. I have been for a while now. And I know that I am not supposed to feel that way. But I do and I can’t shake you off of my mind. You’re constantly there, reminding of everything I want and cannot have. Your mind is a masterpiece and your soul is ethereal. Extremely delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world. Effortlessly, you shine brighter than the sun itself and when you smile, every pair of knees weaken, bowing down to the ingenious design you are. You are the kind of art that captures the blinding light that keeps me from opening my eyes, but how I foolishly don’t mind and long to go blind by such greatness. Your imperfections are my delight” you finally told him. You had let go of everything that was holding you back. You knew what he would tell you and you knew that he would try to make it hurt as less as possible, but he would start avoiding you. And even the thought hurt but you couldn’t cope with it any longer. When you finally looked at him, he was pale and visibly shaken. “I think you should go” he said in a small voice. He didn’t sound mad or angry or strict. You nodded. You had clearly overstepped your boundaries. You reached for the knob, but before you opened the door, you whispered a question that would torture his mind for a while. “Is it because of the ‘difficulties’ or because you don’t like me like that? I don’t need an answer. But you do”. With that, and a stolen glance you left his room, closing the door behind you. You let out a long breath. At least, you were honest with him and most importantly, with yourself. He was your teacher after all and almost twice your age. You could see the ‘problems’ as other people would call them. You weren’t stupid. You were, however, completely, unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him. But that didn’t mean that he was. 

You were merely right. You hadn’t talked or chatted or looked each other ever since that night.  He wasn’t avoiding you per say, but he wasn’t thrilled spending time with you, either. And that’s why you never pressured things. You had done your part. And he had done his. It hurt because you were pretending you didn’t feel that way anymore, but in all honesty, you were falling even harder every time you saw him, thought about him… him. You had felt the urge to bang your head against a wall or something in order to stop thinking scenarios that would never be true. Months had gone by. April was almost gone. You felt that you needed a change. That was the main reason that you agreed on a ‘friendly’ date. He was good looking, smart and funny. He was a really nice boy. But that was all he was. A boy. Nonetheless, you had decided to dress up a bit. It was spring and the sun was spreading its warmth all over the place, so after a lot of thinking you found yourself in a beautiful yet casual lilac dress, with your hair in loose curls and a touch of makeup. You looked good, you thought a tad surprised. You were about to turn when you bumped into someone. You would have apologized quicker if it wasn’t for your lack of focus. “I-I’m sorry, professor” you whispered. You saw him grimacing at your last word but then his expression turned into one of admiration. You knew you had blushed, feeling his eyes roaming your body like a second skin. You locked eyes with him. You could see the desire in them. Act on it, you stubborn git, you thought to yourself. He opened and closed his mouth too many times. You just shook your head and left. Or tried to. His hand was wrapped around your wrist, gently, almost scared by the very action. You halted and faced him. You were done playing games. You have had enough. And he did too, apparently. “I’ve tried distancing myself, making up excuses, intentionally finding reasons to avoid you but none of it ever worked” he admitted shyly but… finally. Your eyes widened a bit, your breath was caught on the back of your throat. Did he really just say that? “Never have I felt something more compelling than this bond we share. But I’m your teacher and twice your age and that’s not even the worst part. I can’t escape these feelings but I don’t know what to do, Y/N” he continued. He seemed almost vulnerable. Feeling like you would explode, you slowly brought your hands to his face, cupping his cheek, electrified by the touch. He pierced your eyes with his and boy, you were a goner. Not being able to handle it any longer, you crashed your lips to his. It didn’t set off fireworks, it set off an atomic bomb. His lips were soft and warm yet hungry. He kissed you deeply and pulled you closer, his hands wrapped around your waist, holding you in place. You kissed him back with the equal amount of lust and hunger and emotion. You softly bit his lower lip, tracing your tongue across it. But he pulled away, leaving you… empty. “We shouldn’t. This is wrong” he murmured trying to convince himself more than anything else. You grabbed his hand and without letting him complain, dragged him-quite literally- to his room. Thankfully it was just around the corner. 

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“Hey beautiful!” Fred beams at you as you join him in charms.

You smile, placing a soft kiss to his lips before you take your seat, his arm resting against the back of your seat as soon as you do.

For the last week this has become your normal routine. Ever since you and your best friend, Fred Weasley, decided to date. You weren’t going to complain about it, but it certainly could be better. Especially if all of this was real.  

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