#james potter
You would think some of Sirius’s worst dreams would be of prison, Harry dying, losing all those he loves, but they’re not. His worst dreams are of James and Lily alive. Harry happy and safe at home. They’re all there happy and with him.
Then he wakes up.
James Potter
I just finished ATYD and needed to sketch some happy Marauders moments because my heart is broken
It’s end of the year, so it’s Harry Potter season
Does anybody want to talk about Wolfstar raising Harry? Like… headcanons and stuff? Dm me if you want to bc I have no Potterhead (marauders fans) friends and I’m dying over here
I really want to write a marauder’s era fanfic but I don’t know whose POV I should write
Author Spotlight: polyjuicedpadfoot
We’re recognizing authors who completed and published works during our March Write-a-Thon! @polyjuicedpadfootfinished The Limp, her first foray into smut, and the result was as hot as it was playful. She is primarily a Wolfstar writer, and we also highly recommend checking out her Your Mark On My Body series.
The Limp
Pairing: Remus Lupin/Sirius Black/James Potter
Length: 5,545 words
Rating: E
Summary: When Sirius walks into the dorm limping, James is immediately concerned for his friend; that is until he finds out exactly why Sirius is limping. Then, he gets curious…
Reading Marauders Dynamics in SWM
By@thecat-isblogging-blog and myself
The fact that SWM happened after the werewolf prank lends an interesting colour to the dynamics we see in text.
We’d like to start with the two differing ways Remus responded to werewolf jokes. Number one:
Did you like question ten, Moony?’ asked Sirius as they emerged into the Entrance Hall.
’Loved it, said Lupin briskly. ‘Give five signs that identify the werewolf.Excellent question.’
’D'you think you managed to get all the signs?’ said James in tones of mock concern.
’Think I did,’ said Lupin seriously, as they joined the crowd thronging around the front doors eager to get out into the sunlit grounds. ’One: he’s sitting on my chair. Two: he’s wearing my clothes. Three: his name’s Remus Lupin.’
Wormtail was the only one who didn’t laugh.
To
I’m bored,’ said Sirius. 'Wish it was full moon.’
’You might,’ said Lupin darkly from behind his book. 'We’ve still got Transfiguration, if you’re bored you could test me. Here …’ and he held out his book.
In the first instance, Remus feeds into the werewolf joke and laughs at his own dry joke - and in the second instance, he reacts slightly negatively.
We know from what Remus says in HBP that he is not averse to these jokes. He laughs when Harry says fiercely, “But you are normal - you’ve just got a problem!”. Remus says in nostalgia-tinted affection, “Sometimesyou remind me a lot of James. He called it my 'furry little problem’ in company. Many people were under the impression I owned a badly behaved rabbit.”
The difference, especially given the light of what happened in the werewolf prank (James saves Snape and by extension Remus, Sirius endangers him), is the presence of James. (Reference our meta here as to understand why he sees James and Sirius as his protectors in wolf form, which James unconsciously still fulfills here)
Remus feeds into the joke when James is around, and the moment James is off doing his own thing with the snitch, Sirius’ own reference is met slightly passive aggressively. Remus is simultaneously telling Sirius his boundary is being crossed while redirecting his boredom somewhere else (hey, test me?).
[An important addition by @dragonlordette here: The dark “you might” response could be seen as Remus remembering the prank. The first joke is a joke among friends about his condition, the second one is reminder that Sirius still doesn’t truly grasp how much danger he put Remus in during the prank. Hence “you might” - like, reminders that Sirius Doesn’t Get It aren’t appreciated the way other jokes are. It serves as a marker of how Remus might feel Sirius has burned him before - he is forgiven, and still loved, but it’s not forgotten. Whereas the way he talks about James forever demonstrates that he clearly feels James never let him down.]
Cat goes further to describe Remus handing the book to Sirius as “a handout before the other person can respond to the initial negative response”. (Remus and his hyper awareness of social situations is underused in fics!)
The third werewolf reference looks very different in the light of POA:
’How thick are you, Wormtail?’ said James impatiently. 'You run round with a werewolf once a month–’
’Keep your voice down,’ implored Lupin.
Yes, Remus is reacting to his secret, but given he just made the joke about himself being a werewolf (“Three, his name is Remus Lupin”), his primary concern feels like something else. He seems more sensitive about the Animagus secret - it is the same fact he actively hides from Dumbledore in POA, manifesting in one of the worst things he did: not informing Dumbledore of that secret when he still believed Sirius to be a mass murderer.
Here is how he describes it in POA:
“All this year, I have been battling with myself, wondering whether I should tell Dumbledore that Sirius was an Animagus. But I didn’t do it. Why? Because I was too cowardly. It would have meant admitting that I’d betrayed his trust while I was at school, admitting that I’d led others along with me… and Dumbledore’s trust has meant everything to me. He let me into Hogwarts as a boy, and he gave me a job when I have been shunned all my adult life, unable to find paid work because of what I am. And so I convinced myself that Sirius was getting into the school using dark arts he learned from Voldemort, that being an Animagus had nothing to do with it..”
Moving on, it’s also interesting that when Sirius declares he is bored, both Remus and James offer ways out.
Remus asks him to test him (which he rejects), while James offers going after Snape (which he accepts). This dynamic establishes Sirius as the instigator - he begins the werewolf joke (“did you like question ten, Moony?”), he is the one who is bored which both James and Remus try to address. However, when it comes to attacking Snape, after Sirius accepts, James takes the lead whereas Sirius falls back on a supporting role.
Peter also is exclusively attached to James through the scene - cheering him on, which James enjoys and doesn’t challenge Sirius’s disparaging, “Put that away, will you. Before Wormtail wets himself in excitement.” (Peter turns pink, and James does put the snitch away with, “If it bothers you” xD)
Essentially, Sirius keeps pushing boundaries (begins werewolf joke, is bored, the prank), but it is James who sets them (joins in the first joke which makes Remus join in without any passive aggressiveness, offers the attack for boredom, and has his actions save his everyone from dire consequences in the prank).
James Potter is essentially the center of the Marauders, who is everyone’s favourite. Sirius is James’ favourite - which other two are aware of.
Never underestimate the power of a good close reading, folks.
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Needy
Needy James is my religion, can i get an amen? Pls how is he so pretty
Warning: 18+
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Something soft was rubbing against your throat. Opening your eyes you realized that James was smearing his lips over your collarbones, his dark hair tickling your chin.
“James” You chidded, carding your hands through his hair softly, “Go back to sleep, my love.”
“Can’t” James whined quietly as to not wake the others, “M’not tired anymore..”
Obviously you knew what he wanted from you, but teasing him seemed a lot more fun then getting straight to the pleasure. His head hidden in the crook of your neck, lips leaving delicate, barely-there kisses along your juglar, one hand already slipping between your bare thighs to play with the waistband of your panties.
“Need you” He simpered, lifting his head to cast you a pleading look, “Please?”
His voice had that lovely lilt to it whenever he got espacially needy and let you know that he was in the mood to be submissive. His face was the picture perfect representation of desperate, red glistening lips jutting out in an adorable pout, blue eyes twinkling with adoration.
“Hmm” You let out gently, “Tell me what you want first, darling.”
James groaned and let his head fall against your chest, lips locking around your exposed nipple. He suckled gently and you let him, breathy sounds escaping you when he used his tongue.
“Wanna make you feel good” He mumbled, voice slightly muffled by your soft flesh between his lips, “Can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout you, please..”
You felt his fingers push your underwear aside, fingers tracing the up and down your slit, before they settled on your clit. James glanced up at you through his lashes, still sucking on your nipple.
“Want you to kiss me down there” You commanded, but kept your voice down. You had to be quiet.
“Thank you, thank you” James purred, kissing his way down and settled between your open thighs, holding them open firmly with his muscular arms.
James rubbed his nose along your inner thighs before he pressed the tip on your clothed center, inhaling your scent. Letting out a breathy whimper he pushed the fabric aside with his teeth, breathing turning to pants when as he watched you move your hips slightly.
“James” You gasped, “Don’t tease, you know what happens when you do, right pretty boy?”
James nodded quickly and pressed his mouth on your clit, tongue sliping down to lick at your entrance.
Back arching your let your eyes drift close, focusing on the way James‘ mouth made you slip in a state of pure bliss. The pleasure steadily building up in your veins you let out soft moans, praises slipping from between loose lips.
„That’s it love“ You muttered, staring down at him.
James preened at the praise and went harder, two fingers slipping inside to make you cum faster. He was wanted to feel you clench around him as you came, wanted to taste you.
„Please cum in my mouth“ James begged, groaning when you clenched at his words, „Please let me taste you“
„Oh oh James there ah-“
James curled his fingers and sucked hard on your clit, his free hand pinching your nipple. Locking your legs around his head you pressed him so close you were sure that he couldn‘t breathe, cumming so hard that the only sound you had energy for was a choked whimper.
James let out throaty moans, lapping your cum up eagerly and you let him clean you up.
„So good“ James whispered, kissing his way up to your lips to kiss you.
You basked on his kiss for a while and calmed yourself down, trailing your hands up and down his smooth back.
„Let me-“
„No“ James declined and gave you a soft grin, „Don‘t want anythin‘, jus‘ wanted a taste.“
You pulled him close to you, forcing him to rest his weight on your body and fell back asleep.
I’m in love with someone who doesn’t reciprocate my feelings because they are in love with someone else. They are one of my best friends and I just can’t stop loving them and it hurts. I now know how James Potter felt about Lily Evans.
‘What Is This?’ Part Two.
Reader x Poly Marauders
Contents: Abortion, Angst, Abusive Acts, Swearing, Sadness and way too much use of the word 'you’.
After 11 years of living there, someone knocked on your door
It was Albus Dumbledore.
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You were in noticeable shock and gasped.
'Fucking Hell’ You thought.
“Indeed Ms L/N” Dumbledore smiled.
“Don’t do that” you stated coldly.
“Ms L/N, I have an inquiry and would like to be let in.” He gave 'that’ look with his sparkling eyes.
Oh, but you knew that look all too well. It was the same look he gave you when you played a prank on Barty Crouch Jr. and he wanted information out of you.
“No. Say it now” you were not budging this time.
No one ever spoke to the old Professor that way and it was clear to see. He looked slightly alarmed but gathered his usual composure quickly.
“I want you for the Defence Against the Dark Arts Position and Hogwarts.” He still gave you his warm attitude.
You took several moments.
You had all this success and Fame… Why should you leave a relationship? The relationship in which for a fact you knew he was sleeping with other women… But your career, where most of your job was done because you did such a good job at your job… The Dog… That you were thinking of getting.
'Why am I staying?’ You questioned.
“September First I’ll start I suppose. And I want a big office none of those shitty corner offices… And I want a higher pay than the rest of the” you stated your wants clearly to the professor.
“Done and Done… Professor L/N” He smiled.
“Thank you… Sir” you shook his hand and quickly shut the door. With your back leaning against the closed door… For the first time in eleven years, you began crying. You mourned for the eleven years you spent without your boys. The life you could have had.
After a good half, an hour of crying you composed yourself.
It was August 30th 1995. Albus was a little late with the offer you had to say. But… A little part of you was excited. Life was slowly getting better.
Your bag had been packed for years now. That should have been the first sign to leave. But you were scared like always. You wrote a quick note to your boyfriend saying your goodbye and telling him how to sort all your affairs.
You left the apartment you have had for a decade. A decade of wasted useless memories… If you could even call them that.
The Leaky Cauldron is where you decided to reside. It was where you spent a lot of your teenage years with your ex-boyfriends.
Tom the owner recognised you immediately not for your fame but from when you were younger. It was a nice refresher.
Unfortunately the Jet Lag really got to you and you ended up sleeping for 36 hours. You were late for the grand feast at Hogwarts.
The feast started at 7:00 pm it was now 7:15 pm.
“Shit. Shit. Shit” you began quickly getting dressed and putting on your make-up with very useful enchantments.
You quickly grabbed your two suitcases and ran down the rickety old stairs.
“Bye Ms L/N” Tom the Owner gave you his famous welcoming smile.
“Nice seeing you Tom” you waved goodbye and quickly hopped into the fireplace and floo* away.
You arrived just outside the great hall where Filch was with his scrawny little cat.
'That Thing is still alive" You thought.
“Hey Filch” you gave him you cheeky grin.
“No, Not you it’s bad enough with the others” He snapped.
“Others?” You mumbled to yourself.
“Anyways, would you kindly take my luggage up to my room” You gave him a darling smile “and if you even try to open it will bite”
He grumbled and snatched the two cases off you.
You began making your way to the entranceway to the great hall when you heard a distant 'ouch’ from Filch. You chuckled to yourself knowing you still got it.
The doors were closed meaning you were going to have to make a dramatic entrance and not a quiet one like you hoped. You quickly took out your wand and swung the doors open with power.
The students and staff were greeted with an enormity of wind from the doors and you.
You made your way in boots clicking on the floor.
The hall was silent all eyes were on you.
Then there was a “HOLY FUCK THAT’S Y/N L/N THE AUROR” and the hall erupted into chatter.
Then you saw them. Remus, James and Sirius. Looking at you with mixed emotions of Shook, Anger and Sadness.
You greeted Dumbledore and he showed you your seat right beside Hagrid and… Remus.
’Fuck’
You promptly sat down not even acknowledging the werewolf beside you who was staring at you with all his might.
The chattering was still going on to which Dumbledore shouted 'SILENCE’.
Boom. The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
“Now, Professor L/N is going to be the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher so I think we should give her a proper welcome”
The whole hall erupted into applause but you didn’t stand up. You were used to standing ovations this was nothing you were not really bothered.
The clapping quietened down and everyone went back to their meals.
Hagrid made light conversation with you and offered you food around five times but you could!’t eat you felt sick with them around.
They all took turns glaring daggers at you.
You just remained staring at your lap the whole time.
“Erm Y/N-” Remus’ soft voice started.
You quickly got up from your chair,
“I think I am going to retire for the night, Goodnight Professor Hagrid” he nodded to you with a concerned smile and you quickly got up and left the room.
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It was the next day and you started your first lesson with First Years. They were all scared and new so it was easy to get things done and it was a quiet class. Next was a set of Fifth Years in which you threatened maybe too harshly so they were quiet for the rest of the lesson.
Now it was third years.
They were all filing in and about to sit down.
“Don’t sit down” you said flatly.
“Assort yourself Alphabetically statting with A’s at the front”. It took about three minutes for everyone to get into their seats which took a bit of shouting from you to get them to move faster.
You then went through the role.
“Pansy Parkinson”. “ Here, Professor”
“Parvarti Patil” “Here”
“Harry…”
'What the actual Fuck… THEY PROCREATED’ Your mind was racing.
There it read 'Potter-Lupin-Black’. This was going to be shit.
“Harry Potter-Lupin-Black” you repeated stiffly.
“H-here Professor” “Don’t Stutter. It lets your opponents know you’re scared” you gave him 'the look’.
He gulped and looked down.
You got on with the role and class began.
“So, what defensive spells do you know?” You asked.
No one put their hand up.
“Did you learn anything in the past 2 years?” You snapped in and the students all jumped.
A girl with curly brown hair put her hand up.
“Yes?” You questioned.
“Eh s-stu-”
“Don’t stutter” you cut her off.
She quickly composed herself not looking you in the eye.
“Stupify,” she said more confidently.
“Name?”
“Hermione Granger,” she said quickly still refusing to look you in the eye.
“Next?” You questioned.
Then the one you knew to be Harry put up his hand. There was no questioning that he was James’ son, He looked almost identical… Except for the eyes. You have seen them somewhere but you couldn’t put your finger on it.
“Go”
“The disarming spell,” he said proudly.
“And it’s name?” You questioned.
“Expelliarmus”
“Okay, any others?” You quickly moved off from him.
No one out their hand up.
“Are you serious? Does anyone know anything? Merlin’s saggy balls. Who was your teacher?” You wondered how they knew absolutely nothing.
“Eh… Professor Lockhart” a girl told you.
“That dumbass? No wonder?” You rolled your eyes.
“I think expelliarmus works quite well” Harry said.
“What?” You asked him
“It does is a really good spell… Do we need much more?” The boy questioned pathetically.
“Oh I’m sorry”
“What?” He asked looking confused.
“I’m sorry. Why don’t you get up here and teach the class? You seem to know quite a lot about disarming spells Mr Potter-Lupin-Black. I didn’t mean to impose on your magical ability.” You were harsh but it was necessary.
“I eh- erm”
“What did I say about stuttering?” You snapped “It seems the great Harry Potter-Lupin-Black thinks one can get through life by simply snatching someone’s wand! Believe me Harry there are much worse ways someone can threaten you without a wand. Ways your mindless brain couldn’t even comprehend. Do you think I got where I am today by simply disarming someone Potter?” You were now leaning over the poor boy giving him daggers.
“No… And it’s Potter-Lupin-Black” he looked down shamefully.
“It’s Potter in this class. And don’t you dare correct me again.” The class was in terror and the boy was shaking.
“Give me your wand Potter” you held your hand out to take it from him.
’“But prof-” he started to whine.
“Looks like your precious disarming spell might come in handy Potter. Give me the fucking wand” He quickly put the wand in your hand and you placed it on your desk
“You shall not get this back until you write a list of every defensive spell you can find in your textbook and library and write them all down with what their purpose is and the motion used. All of you will do it and it should be on my desk, next class” The class collectively groaned.
“Class is dismissed for the day” you waved them off.
“But professor the bell has not rung yet” the Granger girl said.
“I am the professor and what I say goes. Now, leave all of you!” You sort of shouted the kast bit and they all scattered out the class room.
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It was dinner time but you decided to skip out and start writing. You were writing a book on all your best wizarding battles in America.
You were sitting at your desk with the dim candlelight shining on your face accentuating your featured and Suddenly your door burst open with the three men you knew more than yourself came in.
You didn’t look up and kept writing.
“Threatening Our Son now L N” James snarled.
“Would have been nice of you to knock” you smirked to yourself still not giving them your full attention.
“Oh cut the crap L/N, You’re not impressing anyone” Sirius’s infamous voice rang in your ears.
“Wasn’t trying to, I think I am enough for all my adoring fans” you finally looked up at them and gave them a cheeky grin.
They hadn’t changed much in eleven years.
The three men stood there looking very tall and assertive.
Most of Remus’ scars had faded there were just one or two new ones. You knew every single scar on his body since you used to kiss each one after a full moon. He had some dark eyebags which wasn’t surprising since the full moon was only 2 days away.
Sirius had grown a beard which made him look older, mature and sexier. His eyes were still the same mysterious grey colour that at times you couldn’t stop looking at them. They consumed you.
James was still buff from quidditch. His hair was no longer as messy and as unruly as you remembered. He still had a mischievous glint in his eyes and smile lines embedded in his face from his famous 'Potter Smirk’ as Marlene McKinnon used to refer to it.
“See you’re still sitting on your fat ego” James smirked.
“Oh don’t worry Potter, couldn’t nearly compare to yours. Looks like you still have two bitches kissing your ass every night” you smiled which seemed to infuriate the three men more.
“Give me Harry’s wand” Remus spoke up in an angered tone.
“Oh no the big bad wolf is mad. Oh Please Remus don’t blow my house down after all I’m just an innocent little girl” you teased.
Sirius looked like he was about to pounce.
“Easy there mutt don’t want to go barking up the wrong tree, do we?” You were having the time of your life.
“We are all adults we can remain civil” James tried to calm the room.
“Not to worry Jamsie I won’t do nothing… Just having a little fun”
“Seemed to be having a lot of fun being a bitter bitch to my son? Jealous L/N” Sirius questioned.
“Your son can’t even rub two brain cells together to come up with a better spell than expelliarmus” you snorted.
“Typical L/N ignoring the question. I asked if you were jealous? Huh L/N. Oh I get it she’s scared again” You quickly pulled your wand out and pointed it right at him.
James and Remus quickly pulled out their’s.
“Say it fucking again Black. I dare you. I could do things that not even Grindlewald could fathom” you seethed.
“Look at you again. Putting up all these walls cause your scared. You act all tough with your top Auror position but deep down you are a scared little Bitch” He smirked.
“And you don’t fo the same thing Black? Hows Mummy?” You snarled.
“Okay, what crawled up your bitter arse and died?” He shouted.
“YOUR FUCKING CHILD” you screamed back and immediately realised what you said and clamped your hand over your mouth and gasped.
You couldn’t believe what you just said.
The room went deadly silent.
It was terrifying.
Then there was a burst of laughter from Remus.
Followed by the two other men.
You started laughing as well.
For the first time in years, you had a proper laugh.
The laughing went on for a good minute until it died down to a few chuckles. You were all wiping the tears from your eyes.
“Fucking hell” James sighed still laughing a little.
The room was in comfortable silence for a few moments.
“You are right” you admitted.
“What?” They all questioned at the same time.
“I am scared. I’ve been scared for the last thirteen years. I was scared for a child… Then I left and was scared to leave my stupid boyfriend and I am scared to face you.” You hated to admit it but ur was true.
“I’m sorry. Truly I am I don’t regret what I did though. I don’t want children. Never have and never will. I do regret leaving you though. But then at the same time, I don’t because I think you could have fought harder to find me. But you didn’t” you had tears in your eyes threatening to spill.
“It was better that you left anyways” Sirius said.
You knew what he was going to say the one thing you didn’t want to them to say but it was gojng to happen.
“We were cheating on you” There it was.
Deep down you knew it all along.
“How is Lily doing?” You asked. It was Lily it had always been Lily. They loved her first and she would always be first. The girl with emerald green eyes and flaming red hair. They told you not to worry about her but you knew and you were right. No matter who you were you would always be the second choice. Because why choose Y/N L/N when they can have Lily Evans.
“How di-”
“Wha-”
“This was a mistake” you stood up from your desk and walked to your room. You grabbed your suitcases not been unpacked yet. And grabbed your book from the desk.
“Tell Dumbledore I am sorry but something else came up” you stated flatley.
“Y/N-” Remus started but you cut him off.
“I refuse to be second choice again not with you or this job. He wanted you first and you refused… For the first time in my life, I’m not going to be second… Goodbye, My Loves, I’m sorry” With that you stepped into the fireplace and vanished in the flames.
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Harry came into the Potter-Lupin-Black household holding a book in his hand.
“Hey Look what I found in the Muggle Book shop” Harry came in and showed his three fathers.
It was a light lilac book, average size with gold accents.
On the cover, it read 'to my first choice, from your second - Y/N L/N’
I’M BACK LOVES!!!
sorry I went M.I.A. I am studying A lot because I have a Big Exam in June so yk. Also, I’m a lazy Bitch. Anyways you can now stop your enquiring about when will Part Two be out. It’s here now also on April Fool’s Day it’s not a joke though I promise. Also Happy Birthday to the Weasley Twins who are both very alive and well. Sorry for the like Year-long wait.
See you guys later xx
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Not So Sexaul Tension
Contents:
Mentions of Sex, genderneutral reader, actually lots of Sex talk, Uncomfortable sex talk, anxiety, touching, pressurised sex, illusions to asexuality
NOT MY GIF
Disclaimer: Sorry I have been kind of MIA lately… I have just been really enjoying life and I am in a really good place right now.
Sitting on the floor in the common room with you sitting in between Regulus’ legs with his arm draped over your right shoulder. The fire was crackling adding a comforting dim, orange light to the normally unwelcoming room. Across from you was Barty Crouch Jr. sitting with his girlfriend Adorabella Greengrass. To the left of you was Caius Avery with his boyfriend Jacob Abbot. Evan Rosier was laying on the couch playing with the snitch he had stolen from James Potter.
Most of the night had been filled with light conversation and meaningless chatter until Evan Rosier picked up the conversation.
“So… How’s everyone’s sex lives?” He blurted.
“Wanna get in with the action Rosier?” Caius asked which caused a few sniggers.
“No, you prick just interested in who’s getting it” he smirked at you. A blush crept onto your face as you just stared into the fire refusing to make any eye contact.
“So Avery, Abbot what’s the gay sex life like?” Rosier laughed.
They both went on to make several jokes and descriptions of what it was like.
You and Regulus were getting both visibly uncomfortable. You were tapping your foot and feeling a little ill and Regulus was scratching his palm which he only does when he is anxious.
Soon the conversation got directed to you and Regulus.
“So Black… Are they good in bed?” Crouch asked.
“P-pardon” he coughed.
“You heard me, Is are they good… Well, the real question is do you enjoy it Y/N?” He laughed along with the rest of the group.
You laughed nervously squeezing Regulus’ usually cold hands but now they were clammy.
“Oh look at them they are getting Horny I can feel it” squealed Adorabella.
“No-” You tried to reply but got cut off quickly.
“Oh go on you two wankers quickly before the mood is gone and Regulus’ cock shrivels up” Rosier joked. Everyone laughed in response.
You and Regulus reluctantly went upstairs and sat on his bed.
You both started awkwardly making out until you both pulled apart.
“What are we doing?” You exclaimed staing up.
“To be honest I haven’t a fucking clue” Regulus nodded.
“Why is everything about Sex these days” you sighed “ I mean what is the big craze about it… For most people it’s disappointing… Especially women”
Regulus sighed and laid down on the bed you joined him and you were both staring at the celing.
“Y/N… Do you even want Sex… Like ever?” He asked in a gentle, curious tone.
“To be honest not really… I mean maybe one day to try it… But I’m not ready yet it’s just so… So pressurised and a big step also I don’t know I just don’t like the idea of mushing out bodies together” You ranted.
Regulus listened intently.
“I’m so fucking glad” he whispered.
“What-” you questioned.
“I feel the same way Y/N/N… It’s just so… I don’t even know how to explain it. Don’t get me wrong you are an attractive person but like… I don’t find it appealing having our sweaty bodies join you know?” He smiled lightly.
You gave him a soft tender kiss.
“You get me Reggie and I love that” you giggled.
“I will always try my best to understand Y/N… I promise”
“I promise too”
You both then interlocked one another pinkies to seal the promise.
For the rest of the night, you just snuggled in each other’s arms feeling a connection like no other.
The next morning you both went downstairs and sat at the table in the great hall.
“So how was your night?” Barty asked wiggling his eyebrow subjectively.
You both looked at each other and smiled.
“It was the best night ever,” you said softly.
“Agreed,” Regulus said kissing your lips gently.
Guys mentally prepare yourselves for sad marauders fic and edits. Anyways happy death day to my besties
My Mum just told me to lose weight so here is just a little blurb of Sirius Worshipping chubby reader to make myself and you guys feel better.
Sirius Black x Chubby Fem!Reader
Warnings: weight, insecurities, body dysmorphia, swearing, sex refrences
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Standing there in your underwear you were looking at yourself in the mirror. You felt insecure. All those other girls were skinny and looked perfect. You felt inadequate.
Sirius your boyfriend looked perfect. And you knew he had a type before you. Skinny and popular girls. You were different to those girls. Naturally, would feel insecure.
A knock on the door shook you out of your thoughts.
“Baby, Can I come in?” You heard the sound of your boyfriends voice.
“C-come in” your voice wavered.
He opened the door and came in with his usual cheeky smirk plastered on his face.
“Hey bunny… Marlene said you were a bit upset” he said quietly.
You looked at the ground in shame. Tears had came to your eyes.
One tear managed to fall.
“Oh Baby” he whispered and wrapped you in a hug.
“What happened My Love? Hmm. What’s got you feeling like this” he asked you still coddling you in a hug.
“Sirius look at me” you sobbed “ I’m awful looking. Those skinny girls walk around looking amazing and here I am…” You cried into his shoulder.
“I don’t know who you are but you can’t say those things about my girl. My Y/N should know that she’s perfect. I mean have you seen her. Look at her perfect eyes and her soft stomach and Merlin her thighs holy shit. My girlfriend is the hottest and most beautiful girl in the world. So whoever you are saying these things that are simply lies about My baby should leave. I need my Y/N/N back” You giggled through your tears.
“Agh there’s my perfect girl back” he smiled kissing you all over your face while laughter spilt out of you.
“S-siri stop it” you giggled.
“I can’t your just so GodDamn beautiful” he whispered finally stopping.
“I know you have insecurities my love we all so and that’s okay. But I need you to know that I love every single fucking part of your body and you my love. You are the most beautiful human to walk this earth and anyone who tells you otherwise is a fucking dumbass” You didn’t say anything in reply you just wrapped you arms around him tightly.
“Thank you” you whispered in his ear.
“I’m gonna make sure you know how beautiful each part of your, body is,” he said.
The night had just begun…
Sirius, angrily: ARE YOU-
James: Fucking.
Sirius: -KIDDING ME?! YOU-
James: Fucking.
Sirius: IDIOT-
Peter: …what was that?
James: Remus banned Sirius from swearing, so I volunteered to help him out
Au Revoir
Sirius, whose first language is French. Who starts hogwarts with a thick accent that curls around his words, and an oddly formal manner of speech for an 11 year old. And it’s not stiff, not at all, he speaks in flowing prose, everything he says is so carefully crafted and delicately delivered and Remus Lupin thinks he speaks like an angel. Of course, he’s teased mercilessly for it by the other kids in their year, and manages to drop it in a few weeks. Remus pretends he doesn’t hear the boy whispering to himself late at night, practicing making his vowels more English. More harsh and grating. Less pretty.
Sirius, whose first language was French, who learns to make puns and witticism in English, but writes in French when no one is looking, with carefully dotted i’s and loopy, curving s’s and f’s. Remus knows his parents write to him in English, because Voldemort speaks English and the Blacks speak little French nowadays past the harsh lines of their motto. Off course, that isn’t to say they don’t have their own ways of saying things without being understood. They just don’t need French to do it.
Sirius, whose first language, first love, was French. Back when his mother loved him she’d read him poems at night, about the moon, about the stars. She stopped when her stomach began to swell, when she realised she had another chance, when she realised Sirius had taken her words to heart, that he truly believed he could touch the stars if only because he loved them so. Foolish boy. The stars were hers to have and hers alone.
Sirius, who when Remus tells him he loved him, babbles nonsensically in french. Sirius who, as he gets more comfortable, begins to throw around the occasional word, then phrase. And by their fourth year he’s speaking in a fluid mix, all elegant poetics and flowing statements, every word so carefully planned and gods Remus loves it, loves the way Sirius’ voice seems to catch in his throat and bubble under his tongue and reach into Remus’ head. Sirius, who when he cries can’t muster up a word of English. Sirius who, when James dies, can’t muster up a word at all. And when Remus greets him years later with a soft “Bonjour”, months after that terrible night in the shack, Sirius just stares tiredly, and whispers back “Hello”.
(He never speaks a word of French again, not until one night when he sees James, no, Harry. And Remus can’t hear a damn thing, but he sees the words on his lips. A farewell too soft to hear. Harry doesn’t notice, doesn’t understand, never knew. But Remus knew. Remus knows, that slight smile, the whispered “Au Revoir”, the faded eyes. He knows he knows he knows. He wishes he didn’t.)
