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Smut headcanons: Harry Potter.

[Notes: Well here´s the next one, gotta love this man]

TW: NSFW CONTENT!, Bdsm, dom/sub relationships, Dom! Harry Potter, degradation kink, somnophilia, nudism, cock warming, sensation play, bondage, blindfolds, sex in semi-public spaces, marks and hickeys, aftercare and mentions of BDSM clubs.

BDSM is a yes for him.

He didn't believe that it would make it for him, it sounded like the worst type of torture.

But when he started to go to clubs, accidentally went into a BDSM club, where he saw his first scene.

That made his dick harder than a rock, of course, but he laso couldn't stop watching how the little sub was making a big effort to not cum and how they reacted when their dom praised them.

He wanted that, to hold someone like that even when there was no touch between the two of them.

Harry discovered a whole new world again, he witnessed an endless amount of scenes, read several books, different newspapers and the more confident he was, the more he dared to try.

It was the scariest thing for him to hurt a sub, so he had an insane amount of anxiety the first time he had an scene.

But he's Harry Potter, the scene went great, a little slow but it was a great start.

He has many fixed kinks, and some that if he didn't dislike, he would do them just to please his sub of the moment.

Of course that when you too met, it was the perfect match, even before sex. You two talked and moved around each other as if you were an old married couple.

Somnophilia was one of the most prominent kinks, after the war his sleep was always light, and when a sub of his told him he could have whatever he wanted while she was asleep, he had no turning back.

"Shhh go back to sleep, love, I just came homo from a mission. I didn't meant to wake you up."

It was the best way to wake up, him pounding you from behind, his ragged breathing trying not to wake you up and when he notices your eyes open, his thrusts deepen until you both come.

Blindfold his sub is one of his favourite things to ever do. He feels so powerful everytime that his sub let him blindfold them.

He knew how vulnerable it was for them, and something inside him warms up with appreciation for the trust his subs give him.

Sometimes he would blind fold you for the entire day, he would go on with his day, with the exception that he could look up at any moment and see your pretty figure waiting for him.

"You are the most beautiful decoration that I own."

Other times it would be only in the scenes, keeping you tied in a star shape while playing with your sensations, passing feathers, ice, ropes or whatever comes to mind at the moment.

"Don't move , I'm not done with you yet."

Other times he would take you in front of the mirror, just to pull your hair and remove the blindfold at the last minute and say "look how pretty you are when you come."

Another of his problems was that he loved skirts a little to much, specially the short ones. Leather, pleated, flared, latex, all of them.

He also when you were wearing them for him with no underwear.

And those that if someone looks a lot at your thighs they might see some of the love bites that he left behind.

It drove him crazy to see you walk in skirts, to see how your thighs rubbed against each other and how your hips move with every step you take.

That mixed with his impulsiveness often led both of you to get off in the street, with him leading you to an empty alley and crushing you against the wall.

The adrenaline of doing it in a public place also turned him on, but it was not something you two did regularly, with Harry being the boy-who-lived it wouldn't be strange that a photographer is following you all the time.

However "You would love that right? that they photograph us with my cock buried inside you so that they see that you are only mine, wouldn't you? Sure you would, look at you, you're soaked just thinking about it." Harry would say against your ear.

Being naked in the house was another of his favorite things, he could see you all he wanted and you could do the same with him.

However, if he wanted you to know he's angry, he would put some clothes on and order you to stay naked.

He could see all the marks that he had made on you throughout the week, the love bites on the lower part of the breasts, the mark of a rope on your ankle that rubbed you too much, hickeys on your neck and collarbones, everything.

"Come here, I want to see that ass from a better angle."

He would come home from work and you will greet him naked, because there are no longer any 'house clothes'.

Clearly he had to take action for that, the fireplace was always closed even for Ron and Hermione, only you twl could appear inside the house and the windows were enchanted so that you couldn't see through the glass from the outside.

In the same way that Harry liked risk in public, he also liked to push you against a window and threaten to remove the enchantment so everyone could see you surrender to him.

You know that he really wouldn't, he tries to hide it, but you know he loves being the only one who sees you like this, and wouldn't want to share you with anyone else.

He hates having paperwork to do at home, so you often help him from under the desk, keeping his cock warm.

"Stay there, I'm almost done and we can go to dinner later. "

The aftercare was one his favorite parts ever, holding you against his chest telling you how good you were even if you weren't.

He would get you clean, while playing your hair and kissing your forehead.

"Thanks, love that was amazing."

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not that they were ever closed lmao but!

specifically reader-inserts, just so we’re clear here boys

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Hello x May I get a marvel and Harry Potter ship? My names Laurel, I have short, black hair, kind of like Snapes actually. I’m 5’3, dark brown eyes, tan skin. I belong in the hufflepuff house. I’m loyal and caring. I’ll put everyone before me but I will put my foot down if I feel they’re taking advantage of me. I’m assertive when I need to be and I will take things into my own hands if I need too. I can have an attitude and get sassy when I feel necessary. But I try and see the beat of everyone.

—I ship you with Draco Malfoy!

draco’s kinda an asshole, let’s be honest. and you’re so not about to take his shit. he’s kinda taken back when you sass him one day because he was being a jerk to a friend of yours. like?? damn okay.

he’s curious about you. you’re really nice but you stood up to him? and you’re curious about him too. it’s not hard to see that clearly there’s more to draco. and despite the fact he’s kinda jerky, you want to see the best in him 

you give him a smile once in the hallway and he loses it oh my god. affection? the boy is shook. that smile turns into a few more smiles and passing glances and oof, help this lovestruck boy. you make the first move by asking him out and like, rip draco

draco’s still kinda snippy at people but nowhere near as much. you make him more empathetic and like?? he’s just inspired by you because you !! care !! and he wants to care too !! 

also there’s enough of a height difference that draco can rest his chin on your head and he lives for it. he’s soft okay.

—I ship you with Tony Stark!

you’re spunky okay, like, you’re nice and caring but you’re also so ready to put someone in their place and tony couldn’t be more of a fan. you could literally give him attitude and he’d buy you flowers like, he loves it

speaking of, you’re always putting people before yourself which is strangely familiar to this guy wow. so of course he wants to do whatever he can to make you happy. he could buy you a house. he definitely buys you a house. don’t try to return it. he’s too stubborn for that. also it’s nicer than your old apartment so really, don’t return it.

you’re legitimately always worried for this man. does he know what calm down means?? no, no he doesn’t. he’s just always doing something and trying to protect the world so you literally have to pull him out of the lab. he’s upset about it at first because he’s *busy* but he can never be mad at you, puh-lease

you enjoy those few moments you get where you’re just standing behind him in the lab as he’s sat at his workbench. your arms are draped over his shoulders and he’s just affectionately holding onto your hands and sigh, this is wholesome

you’re both going to save the world together. whether it’s because you’re both all for the greater good, or because you work together to think of a way to save everyone, you will. together.

Hey there! Could I have a male and even female HP ship please? I’m a female and pretty on the short side and also Asian American. I’m a Hufflepuff technically by I do stray towards Gryffindor. I’m a mix between an extrovert and introvert, I do like going out to see my friends but I also love my space and alone time. My friends often describe me as someone who brightens up everyone’s day. Even so, I do get insecure like any other person would. Thanks and good luck with the online classes!

+ (Con’t from last post) I love to read, listen to music and sing (I let myself believe I have a pretty good voice). I especially enjoy seeing and making my loved ones happy. Sorry for the extra post, this is my first time doing this lol!

—I ship you with Hermione Granger!

i’ve been waiting to see who i’d ship with this book bean wow

when isn’t she stressed over schoolwork? when she’s stressed over the whole ‘voldemort’ thing. you’re always there to calm her down and make her relax, it’s what she deserves !! whether it’s just sitting on the couch cuddling or having a nice refreshing butterbeer, you’re like the only person who can make her relax

you told her you like to sing—she had heard you one day though so it’s no secret—and she’s always telling you she’d love to hear you one day. she’s not pressuring you but like…sing for her. and when you do? uwu. she loves her talented girlfriend oh my god. 

you’re constantly trying to get a smile out of her that it’s physically impossible for her to not smile around you. you literally just make her so happy?? 

she loves recommending books to you. you recommend books for her too but i mean, bold of you to assume she hasn’t read everything. anywho, she’s always so excited to hear your thoughts on the books because she loves them so much and if you love them too?? double the love !! give your bookworm studious girlfriend the world please.

—I ship you with Cedric Diggory!

a powercouple but lets continue

i guess we could say that you guys are popular. you radiate just this aura that makes people love you and so does cedric. it’s a thing. all your friends gush about cedric and you don’t see it and then he smiles at you one day and no yeah, you get it.

next thing you know?? you’re dating. this tall goofball loves you?? so?? much?? he loves just kissing your forehead and giving you surprise hugs from behind. he’s so warm!! and he smells like cinnamon!!

when he’s in the triwizard championship, you’re actually the most worried?? this is a dangerous thing like this is the wizarding world. we have a forbidden forest OUTSIDE. but cedric tells you not to worry and then he literally gives you his jacket as a gift because you’re always stealing it so like. you’re no longer mad.

also at the ball, this boy is literally flabberghasted. you look so pretty and he loves you. you’d rather be sitting on a couch right now reading but cedric asks you to dance and he tells you he loves you and wow, did i mention how much you love the ball?? couches? reading?? what are those?? you love him. it’s great. soft. 

Hello how are you? Ship plz with a man from Marvel and Harry potter. My name is Julie but I have many nickname so I barely hear the real one,I'm a 5.5 French curvy women with black hair and black eyes. So me I'm a slytherin andindependent, feminist,distant but very chill and funny caring and loyal too. In my group I'm the popular one and big sis, I hate arguments so I communicate.For my hobbies I love listening to music, singing, playing video games, watching TV, cartoons, cooking, telling jokes

—I ship you with Cedric Diggory!

look at this pretty boy wow

he’s just so drawn to you if we’re being honest with yourselves. you don’t really get it but you’ll catch him staring at you in class and then he’ll just get this goofy smile when you notice him and you’re vehemently confused

and THEN he asks you to the ball. okay makes sense. you’re hesitant at first, i mean this is cedricdiggory? but he’s got this small and even though he asked with full confidence, you can tell he’s nervous and oh what the hell!

also whatever you want to do, cedric’s here for it. whatever you want to do, whether it be cook or sing, he’s just ready to sit and be supportive. he just really loves you okay, let this fluffy haired boy be. 

you’re just always there for him and he wants you to be proud of him and gosh. he’s so determined to be the perfect boyfriend and never wants to argue and if you guys ever did, he’d apologize in about half a second. you are NOT going to be sad on his watch okay.

love your hufflepuff boyfriend. love him.

—I ship you with Bucky Barnes!

*cracks knuckles bc its my first marvel ship*

welp, this guy needs some serious love. poor brainwashed metal man. and you happen to be a witch, less so like wanda or strange. like you’re legitimately like a witch from like charmed. 

gosh you just want to help this man! he’s troubled and has a whole metal arm. you have empathy and every so often you can just calm his thoughts. his mind never stops for a few moments they do and he couldn’t thank you more.

around you, he feels normal. he just wants to be around you constantly. you don’t freeze up around him or treat him differently. you suggest movie nights to watch movies he wouldn’t have seen or sometimes it’ll be early in the morning and he can’t sleep so you’re on the couch, munching cereal and watching cartoons with him

he loves it. you joke with him, teach him how to cook—he’s not great though, sorry buck—and play video games. he’s not great either. technology is a little hard for him but he appreciates you helping him, he appreciates yOu. 

Hi honey! May I have a HP ship please? I’m Sadie and my houses are hufflepuff/pukwudgie and my patronus is a black mare. I’m a taurus and my personality type is ISFJ. My hair reaches below my shoulders and it’s almost blonde. My eyes are blue and I wear occasionally glasses. I’m 5ft3 so reaching high shelves is hard lol. I’m calm, caring and friendly but I’m also shy and very sensitive. My sense of humor is slightly dirty. I’m a bit of a hopeless romantic and hugs are great. Thanks a lot xx

—I ship you with Neville Longbottom! 

also thought about ginny but neville deserves some love so here we are! 

gosh. neville is so shy and he’s instantly just like “she’s too pretty can’t talk to her oof” but nope, you’re gonna be his friend. it’s fate. it’s destiny. written in the stars. it’s here. take it or leave it. 

he asks you to the ball. he does it, mhm. he’s stammering and he’s red and you can’t really understand what he’s saying but you say yes! neville does just about die but you know, he’s excited nonetheless! 

he treats you like a princess okay. he just wants the best for you! you’re feeling sad? neville will hug you and tell you herbology facts! you’re feeling mad? neville will promptly say he’ll fight whoever you want him to. he’s a little weary there but you know he would if you asked. he. would. die. for. you. 

he likes to buy you plants. like, we like succlents nowadays. we have rooms full. so do you because neville loves giving you gifts! appreciate him! 

also, he grows tall! you can reach shelves now!

Hey there could I have a male and female HP ship? ☀️ I am a female and a proud Gryffindor with some Hufflepuff tendencies. I am very sarcastic and lazy at times. My friends describe me as a charming person and I can be very flirtatious without me realising it. I love to write and gift poems to ppl I love and learning languages as well. I love giving advice and supporting and hyping up the ppl I love about anything at all. Thanks and congrats on 100, dear!!

—I ship you with Luna Lovegood!

wow, the softest ship ever hm

most people find luna weird but you find her so unique and you just love being around someone so strangely vibrant! 

luna appreciates you endlessly okay. the first time you gifted her poem, she had framed okay. everytime after that? she has them pinned to a nice little memory board. it’s soft and aesthetic. 

luna just genuinely loves being around you. she tells you everything about her day and you tell her about yours, including what new things your learning and luna adores it! kiss her on the nose as thanks please! she deserves it! 

give your soft, smolravenclaw girlfriend the world. she’s so energetic and sometimes you don’t want to do things but chill so compromise! you do whatever she wishes for awhile and then you just cuddle later as she hums in your ear. it’s soft. im crying. bye.

—I ship you with Ron Weasley!

*cracks knuckles*

okay so you and ron have been friends forever. don’t even test me. you’ve just known each other forever. have you liked ron since you met him? we’ll never know

you do occasionally flirt with him and it’s flustered him like hell ever since you first did it. he turns red and just stammers and he once dropped a whole book on his foot. it was a thing. when you realize it? you start intentionally flirting with him because of course you do.

give this boy a break! you flirt with him and then you give him a poem! he’s dead. deceased. byeron. he swore he didn’t like you yet here we are! uwu! 

when he asks you out, you accidentally drop a book on his foot and it’s very reminiscent of when he did it. so fate? yes. his mom makes you a sweater immediately. you always insisted she didn’t but now you’re her future daughter in law so uh?? enjoy your sweater! and your flustered boyfriend! 

Congrats on the 100 followers. Harry Potter ship please? Tall intj female with layered brown hair and black eyes. I love writing and working on technology. I may seem cold and brutal but once I get to know someone, I end up becoming a chill person that loves to make some twisted jokes. Thanks!

—I ship you with Harry Potter!

debated between him, muraders era sirius and then like cho for a long while? but here we are!

you can easily handle dating harry okay. the whole prophecy, voldemort thing, doesn’t faze you much. you’re too tough for that okay. 

you didn’t get the whole harry potter hype at first? like yeah he’s cool? but then you gOt it because this boy literally just throws himself into danger and you’re like, yeah okay same. 

it took awhile for you and harry to even become friends but he’s fun! plus he has no sense of danger and he’s kind of just oblivious to everything. so he’s fun to be around, who would blame you for liking him???

no one is gonna hurt him while you’re around and no one is gonna hurt you while he’s around. is that a powercouple? yes because you’re gonna kill voldemort yourself if you have to. no prophecy is gonna stop.

after the whole battle though, you and harry get to chill and just drink butterbeer without consequence and it’s so supremely chill. harry loves his badass girlfriend and you love you’re slightly moronic heroic boyfriend.

Congrats on 100 followers!! Could I please get a male Harry Potter ship? I am Hufflepuff female with brown hair, blue eyes, and I’m average height. I am an extrovert but I love to hang out with my close group of friends. I am protective of my friends and family, and I am also a very optimistic person. I love to read, write, sing, and act. I think that is about it, thank you!!!

—I ship you with Draco Malfoy!

opposites attract and i raise you draco malfoy! (thought about cedric for awhile but ssh, ily)

draco’s pretty…rough around the edges and that’s no different with you. he’s not mean, but he’s not about to shake your hand and ask you to be his friend. but you’re nice to him? 

you’re chipper, so to speak and you like to be involved. you want to do things and you’re generally fun to be around and draco really can’t help but enjoy your company. is he going *gasp* soft? no but seriously he’s legitimately nice now.

nobody sees it coming with draco asks you out. sure he’d been suddenly nicer with you in his life but draco has feelings?? he’s rly bashful about it too and he blushes. wow. what did you dO.

he’s actually the most supportive boyfriend. you want to write something? he’s will write. you want to sing for him? this boy has already pulled out a chair. you want to star in a play? he’s buying the first ticket. do not test this boy. 

i stand by this ship wholeheartedly now. wow. 

GUYS!

I’ve been inactive for awhile now and well, oOf. Y’all have sent in requests and I haven’t done anYtHing. In fOrEver.

My online school is kinda kicking my ass rn bUt I’m determined to come back, so!

SHIPS!

I’ve reached 100 followers and as a thank you and also to apologize for dying off, I’m doing ships!

Send me an ask describing yourself and I’ll ship you! Request which fandom you want a ship for and then describe yourself!

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“Ship for Teen Wolf please? Male or female! I’m a 5’7 brunette INTP, ravenclaw who’s insanely sarcastic and pessimistic. I’m kind of dorky and bitter and I enjoy writing and reading. I’m fairly smart and pretty funny. Thx!”

I have no idea if that’s the right character limit for an ask? But you guys get the idea! So! Send away! I’ll be here!

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Masterlist

Riverdale

Still Do - FP Jones x Fem!Reader

Teen Wolf

Following a Lead — Liam Dunbar x Reader

Scowling — Brett Talbot x Hale!Reader

Supernatural

Marvel/DC

Wormholes and Spacetime — Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader

Missed Me —Peter Parker/Spider-Man x Reader

The 100

Supergirl — Bellamy Blake x Reader

Fatherhood — Bellamy Blake x Fem!Reader (Modern!)

Forever — Clarke Griffin x Reader

Harry Potter

Hi do you take some mature Fic requests? I'm sorry I tried finding your info about requesting but I couldn't find any. If you would be lovely if you could write a remus x reader fic. Reader is a slytherin. Enemies to lover one. Thank you sm ! I love the way your write.

Heyy! Sorry I didn’t have any guidelines uploaded before, but you can find them now as my pinned post. Thank you for requesting <3. Tried my best, hope you like it xx

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Pairing: Remus Lupin x fem!reader

Summary: You hated him. With every bone in your body, you despised Remus Lupin. He was always silently competing with you in all your classes. Whenever he got a grade higher than you, he would find a subtle way to rub it in your face. On top of it all, his friend group, the ‘marauders’- they called themselves, were revolted by you and your house. You were a slytherin after all, it was wired in their heads to hate you. But, Remus was the worst of them all. At least the others had the curtesy to laugh in your face after a ‘prank’, but Remus. Oh, Remus, would just stand in a corner and penetrate you with his cold gaze. For 7 years, you and your friends had been the butt of their cruel jokes. It all changed one day, when you both got stuck in detention together after an unreasonably cruel prank orchestrated by his friends.

Warnings: NSFW!mdi! P in v , fingering, orgasm denial and language.

(Let me know if I’ve missed any.)

Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, catching dust motes dancing in the air. The Charms classroom buzzed with quiet energy, desks scarred by years of spellwork, shelves lined with humming, glowing artifacts. At the front, Professor Flitwick stood atop a stack of books behind the podium.

“Before I announce the highest scorer of last week’s exam, I want you all to take this student as inspiration, and push yourselves to do better. Remus Lupin, secured a perfect grade, coming first once again!” The tiny professor beamed.

Wonderful. This is just what you needed, Lupin beating you in yet another class. You were seriously considering jumping off the astronomy tower at this point. It was fine at first, you were able to beat him in most classes till 5th year, but 6th year - something changed. Remus changed.

He looked different, his shoulders were broader, his hair longer and messier- cascading like dominoes on his face, he had more scars than before, but you didn’t care enough about him to question it. He even seemed more confident, dare you say more outgoing? He was probably going through late puberty, you could not let his new persona get to you. It was Lupin after all, you loathed him.

After the class ended, you made your way out, a sour look plaster across your face. A cold arm brushed against yours, you looked up and your eyes met Remus’ eyes, he held his test paper up, grinning at you.

“Oh fuck off , Loony Lupin.” You spat, pushing past him.

“Oi, Y/n, you playing quidditch today?” He questioned.

“Why should I tell you? So you and your thick headed lot can pull another one on me?” You rolled your eyes.

“I’ll take that as a yes then!” His voice called after you as you walked away.

The day went by quickly, you made your way to the quidditch field after classes, to join the rest of Slytherin team.

“Y/n!” Your best friend’s called, hugging you from behind.

“We have the field booked for the entire evening today!” She explained.

Halfway through practice, twenty feet in the air, you noticed something odd. Your team captain seemed to be loosing control of his broom. Followed by the chasers and then the beaters, they all suddenly started wobbling and spinning uncontrollably on their brooms. You knew immediately who was behind this. Looking down, you saw James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew laughing hysterically. But Remus, Oh Remus, was just standing in a corner, his gaze not shifting from your direction. Right on cue, your broom started to act funny, your efforts to gain any control of it failed and all of a sudden, you were free falling.

“Arresto Momentum!” A familiar voice shouted.

The speed you were once falling with reduced miraculously, causing you to land safely on the ground. You stood up, mustering all the strength from your body, and charged to the imbeciles responsible for this.

“YOU ABSOLUTE ARSES! I’M GONNA HEX YOU INTO NEXT WEEK!” You shouted at them, reaching for your wand.

“Oh relax Y/l/n, it’s all good fun.” Sirius said.

“Good fun? The rest of the Slytherins are hanging on mid air for their bloody lives!” You countered.

“Don’t be so dramatic-“ James started, but you cut him off.

“Please. If I had your need for attention, I'd hex myself just to get sympathy. At least my personality doesn't rely on harassing innocent people to be interesting." You pointed your wand towards the three of them.

“Y/n, calm down.” Remus’ voice came from behind you. You snapped your head in his direction.

“You shut up. Don’t act like you’re any better than your pathetic little friends!” You spat.

A tinge of anger spread across his face as he reached for his wand.

“What is going on here!!?? Put your wands away right this instant!” A shrill voice demanded.

“Professor Mcgonagall! I was just-“ You tried to explain, but she didn’t care to listen.

With one flick of her wand, the Slytherin team landed safely, but furiously on the ground.

“Save it Ms.Y/l/n. Detention. For you as well Mr.Lupin.” She said, walking away.

You made your way to detention in the trophy room the next day. The air smelt like metal polish, Remus sat with a polishing cloth and a few plaques in his hand, rubbing them vigorously.

“You are not permitted to use magic to finish this task. I will be back in an hour.” Mcgonagall said as she walked out of the room.

You took a seat at the opposite end of the room, as far away as possible, from the brown haired boy. You picked up an old trophy and begin scrubbing furiously.

“You think this is funny, don’t you?”

“No. I think it’s detention. What’s funny about that?” Remus said, not looking up.

“You know you guys could have really hurt someone today! You obviously don’t give a shit though. If whoever performed the ‘arresto momentum’ spell did it a few seconds later, I could have died-“

You were yelling, but you got cut off my him.

“I was the one who performed the spell.” He said, through gritted teeth.

What? Was he telling the truth? Why would he do that? No. It’s still not okay.

“That’s cold comfort! You could have stopped them, but you didn’t! That says enough about you.” You spat.

He was no longer sitting in the corner, he was marching in your direction.

“I don’t need you of all people to be judging my character.” He was angry now. Anger you never saw on him before.

“Why? Did I lie? I’m telling the truth, aren’t I? You act like you’re above all of it. But you’re just as cruel as your friends when it suits you. Godric, I hate you and your lot.”

You kept going. It was almost like word vomit. You could see he was getting really provoked now. He didn’t say anything, just kept walking closer to you. You were standing against the desk now, your fingers gripping it, so you didn’t fall backwards. He was extremely close to you now. The warmth of his breath grazed your skin. Merlin’s tits, when did he get so beautiful? Every logical part of you was telling you to push him away, but something deep inside made you do something you never thought you would.

You grabbed his collar, breathless from arguing, and pulled him into a kiss. Remus didn’t hesitate, he gave in before your lips even brushed. His hands gripped your ass and lifted you upwards, sitting you down on the table. His kiss grew sharp and urgent, slightly biting your lips in between breaths.

“Look at you, can’t think of any snide remarks now?” He said, looking you in the eye, a wide grin plastered across his face.

“Oh shut it Lupin, you know you want it more than I do.” You replied.

He took that as a challenge, his hand moving up your leg, finding your soaked underwear.

“You’re so wet for someone you claim to hate, dove.” He cooed.

His fingers glided over your pussy, your warm slick coating them. You whimpered

as he hit your sensitive clit, legs twitching in response. The taste of iron coated your tongue, biting down as a pathetic effort to try and keep quiet. You felt a familiar knot in your stomach about to be released.

“I didn’t finish-“ You mumbled, as he pulled his digits out.

“D’you think I’d let you cum so easily, love? No. You’re gonna feel every inch of me before I let you cum. I’m going to fuck the hatred you have for me out of you.”

He kissed you again, unbuttoning his shirt. His body was covered in huge scars. The largest one was a violent gash against his abdomen. You trace your palms against the marks, gingerly placing kisses along them. His hands found your jumper, ripping it into half and throwing it across the room.

“Hey! That was my favourite jumper!” You exclaimed.

“Don’t worry, love. I’ve got plenty more you can borrow.” He replied, cooly.

He looked at you, waiting for approval, before pushing his pulsing cock into you.

You wanted to scream at the size of his member. He moved with a steady speed, your vision was going blurry as he continued to speed up. Feeling your high building up again, he held back his own, wanting to finally release together, he lifted a hand off of your ass, circling steadily over your little button to push you over the edge.

White coated your vision as you came all over Remus’ cock. He pulled himself out, hovering above you.

“Still hate me, dove?” He grinned.

“Just a little.” You rolled your eyes.

He leaned in and pulled you into another quick kiss before helping you get dressed again. You looked at the sad remains of your favourite jumper as Remus gave you a spare one from his bag. It smelt like chocolate with a hint of smoke. It smelt…comforting.

Godric’s balls, y/n. What have you gotten yourself into?

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Pairing: James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: You and James have been friends since first year. You both would spend majority of your time together due to quidditch practice. Somewhere along the way, you started to develop feelings for him. You would never assume he felt the same way towards you, even though he flirted with you mindlessly and came up with clever excuses to be around you, you never assumed he would like you any other way than as a friend. All that changes one night, when James finds your diary.

Warnings: Fluff and Kissing.

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The Gryffindor common room was buzzing with energy after a Quidditch match victory. James Potter, sweaty and exhilarated, looked more beautiful than usual. You watched him slip away from the crowd to grab a Butterbeer, joining you at the snack table.

“That was a nice save towards the end, Potter. I thought you were going to fall off your broom for a second.” You said.

“Fall off? Please, I had it completely under control. The dramatic dive was for effect. You know, to impress certain players” He smirked.

“Oh? And did it work?” You laughed.

“Depends… were you impressed?” He said, leaning in closer to you. A shiver ran down your spine, this is how James was. Friendly flirting until the other person was completely flustered. You should have gotten used to it by now, but you didn’t. You were anything but used to it.

“Maybe a little. But I was mostly impressed you didn’t hit your head again. That’d be, what, the third time this term?” You said, brushing him off.

“Ouch.” He groaned, dramatically clutching his chest.

The celebration continued till 1 am that night, at some point, you, James, Sirius, Marlene and Mary ended up in Sirius and James’ dorm.

“Right, it’s getting late. Me and Mary are gonna head back to our dorm, coming y/n?” Marlene asked.

“Yea. James, is it alright if I leave my bag here? I promise to take it first thing tomorrow.” You said, little did you know that was going to change your entire relationship with James Potter.

The next morning, you woke up with a horrible migraine. Still, holding up your promise, you made your way to James’ dorm, half asleep, to collect your things.

“James?” You called, before entering the room.

“Come in.” He said from inside.

His hair was messier than usual, his face a mix of surprise and sleep. He was sitting on a chair with his legs on the bed, holding up a diary, grinning like he had just found gold.

Oh for Merlin’s sake. Your diary. How could you be so stupid? You had totally forgotten your diary was in your bag, but you didn’t expect him to go through your things.

“What the hell, James?” You said, anger edging in your voice.

You marched over to him, trying to snatch the diary away, but he pulled it out of your reach.

“James Fleamont Potter, you give that back right now!” You screamed.

James laughed, “Relax, I only read… like, two sentences. Three tops. One might’ve mentioned someone with ‘wild hair and a hopeless ego.’ Ring any bells?” He said coyly.

A red blush crept up your face and made its way to your neck.

“You. Are. Utterly. Unbelievable.” You spat.

“Oh, come on, it’s kind of flattering. You wrote about me! That’s practically a love letter in diary terms.” He joked.

“It is not! Now give it back!” You demanded.

“Nuh uh” he teased, childishly.

“I also called you ‘a walking disaster in Quidditch robes.’ Did you read that part?” You asked, annoyed.

“I knew you noticed my robes! You do like me.” James said, gasping dramatically.

“James” you groaned, getting more and more embarrassed now.

“Hey—don’t be embarrassed. If I had a diary, you’d be in it. Probably underlined. With little stars and everything.” He joked, stepping closer.

He handed you your diary back, his fingers brushing yours just a second longer than they needed to.

“I didn’t read anything else, promise.” He said.

“Thanks…” you whispered.

There was a pause, neither of you moved. The room was quiet, except for the crackle of the fireplace. You could hear James’ heartbeat, his breath and you could feel his closeness.

“You know…. I was half- hoping it was about me, when I found it.” His voice was quieter, as he took a small step closer.

Your eyes searched his, looking for truth.

“Why?” You asked.

“Because I’ve been walking around pretending not to feel what I feel. And it’s exhausting, honestly. I’m James Potter—I’m not built for subtle.” He answered.

“That is definitely true.” You said, smiling and rolling your eyes.

“So if you’re pretending too… I don’t know. Maybe we can stop. Just for a minute.” He pleaded, taking your palms in his.

He was so close now. Close enough for you to see the freckles under his eyes, close enough for you to feel his breath on your cheeks, close enough for you to smell his scent.

His voice dropped lower, barely a breath.

“Is it so terrible? Liking me?”

“No. It’s terrifying.” You admitted.

James’ hand slips up to your cheek, his thumb brushing your jaw, you lean into him instinctively. He closed the space between the two of you, placing a warm kiss on your lips. It was soft, but a little hesitant at first, like the both of you were trying to memorise this feeling. His lips move against yours gently, like a question being answered with every second you didn’t pull away.

You break apart, just barely, your foreheads rest together, and he’s smiling like he’s completely undone.

“Took you long enough.” You smiled, breathless.

“Oi—I was being respectful. Chivalrous. Noble Gryffindor and all that.” He countered.

“You read my diary, James.” You defended.

“And I’d do it again if it brought me here.” He grinned, wrapping his arms around you.

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Pairing: James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: It had been a month. You no longer saw James every where, and no matter how much you hated to admit it, you missed him gravely. A dramatic confession takes place in the great hall. Happy ending.

Warnings: Swearing, kissing and angst with a happy ending.

Author’s note: Heyhey, this is the FINAL part of the series. I hope ya’ll enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Comment to be added to the tag list, happy reading!

Update (5th may 2025) I changed the confession scene a bit to make it better. I didn’t like the previous one much. Xx

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It had been a month. A month of guilt that settled deep in your stomach. Each tick of the clock echoed his absence. Your insides hurt, stained by choices you couldn't undo. His laughter haunted the quiet. You didn’t want to admit it, but oh how you missed his wit. Guilt sat heavy—unmoving, unforgiving, a shadow you couldn't escape.

You didn’t see James that often anymore ; he no longer lingered in the corridors, waiting for you to come around. He didn’t stalk you in the library anymore, you should have been happy- you could finally study in peace- but you weren’t. It felt so wrong; not being immersed by his presence.

Pushing aside thoughts of James, you made your way to detention with professor Slughorn. You had been skipping potions class, dreading working with James. I mean thats how it all started - Potion’s class. So, you decided to bunk it and just read from the textbook, you knew it wasn’t right but you hated confrontation. Obviously, when Slughorn found out, he gave you detention.

You made your way to the dungeons, the musky smell filling your lungs.

“Look who decided to finally join us, take a seat Ms. Y/L/N.” Slughorn greeted.

“You can work with him and sort the bats spleen and eels eyes.” The professor continued. Thats when you noticed another figure sitting in the class. His messy black hair looked longer than usual. Merlin’s sake, this cannot be happening. The universe is definitely punishing you. You made your way to James and let out a low “Hey.”

He looked up, but didn’t say anything, and just smiled.

Oh come on. Why was he being so modest. You wanted him to yell, to scream or to at least give you an annoyed look. Maybe then you would feel less guilty, but no. James Potter, being the man he was, remained respectful. You both sat in silence for half an hour, before James finally broke the tension.

“So, why did you get detention?” He asked.

“For not attending any classes from the past month…” you answered , hesitantly

“What about you?”

“For skipping classes…” he trailed off.

Brilliant. Both of you had been bunking classes to avoid seeing each other.

“Blimey Y/N, you don’t need to look so guilty.” James said.

“It’s my fault, I’m the one who should be feeling that way, not you. After all, it was me who initiated the whole thing. I’m sorry for pushing something you didn’t want.” He continued, sounding too mature for his own good.

“Something I didn’t want!?” You exclaimed, exaggerating the ‘i’.

“Yea, you made that extremely clear that night on the staircase.” He defended.

“I never said I didn’t want this. I never said I didn’t want you…” your voice trailed off.

“You do realise how bloody overwhelming you are, right? Especially your friends, don’t even get me started about them.” You said, letting out a bitter laugh.

“Well this isn’t about them, it’s about us.” His voice raised a little too loud.

“If you really thought about ‘us’ ,then you would have done something when Sirius was firing missiles at me the whole fucking night.” You defended.

“Everything all right?” Professor Slughorn asked, intercepting. You had forgotten he was even there.

“Everything is fine professor. I was just leaving.” You spat, storming out of the room.

James had the audacity to think that you didn’t want him? After you spent years and years trying to deny any ounce of attraction you felt towards him, he had the nerve to say you didn’t want him? Oh how you wanted to strangle him right then and there.

It’s fine. This is for the best. You were never meant for someone as flamboyant as James. You knew better than to get sucked into his world. The following night sleep treated you as a stranger. You sat awake, thoughts of James Fleamont Potter stirring in your head.

Sleep deprived and in desperate need of caffeine, you made your way to the great hall for breakfast, half dressed with messy hair and morning breath. It was a bright Sunday morning, most people slept in, so you thought you were safe. But, boy were you wrong. James sat at the Gryffindor table, standing up hastily as soon as you walked in. Before you could turn around and leave, he pulled out his want and cast a spell that locked the doors of the hall. You looked around the room, noticing very few students, so at least your embarrassment was reduced to half.

“What are you doing, James?” You whispered- shouted.

He didn’t respond. He simply looked at you, smiled, and stood up on the fucking dining table. All his friends were gaping at him, especially Sirius.

“Are you feeling all right in the head today , mate?” Sirius asked.

“Oh shut it, Black.” James commanded.

“Y/n… You know, for someone who’s always been told he’s brave… I’ve never been more terrified than I am right now.” He chucked, everyone was staring at him, but he wasn’t taking his gaze off of you.

“I messed up. I shouldn’t have just sat there that night when Sirius ran his mouth. That was fucking pathetic mate, targeting her like that.” He continued, earning a puzzled look from Sirius.

You couldn’t believe it. Was James Potter really standing up to Sirius Black… for you?

“You walked away and I don’t blame you. I knew what I was doing, but I didn’t know it was wrong. I’m sorry for overwhelming you. And I’m so fucking sorry for wasting a whole month avoiding you, when we could have spent it together.” He reached into his robes, pulling out a bouquet of enchanted flowers.

“Accept my apology, love?”

Your heart was racing, your head was spinning and you knew you couldn’t be trusted with any major decisions right now…. But you didn’t care.

You walked closer to him. He stepped off the table as he handed you the flowers. He knew you hated causing a scene. He knew you didn’t like being seen. He knew what he was doing, he was giving you a Gold Rush, and he was enjoying it so much.

You placed a hand on his cheek, not caring who was looking, and kissed him like there was no tomorrow. James wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer, completely engulfing you into the moment.

Cheers and whistles erupted from excited students who got to witness a scene this early in the morning. You pulled away from him, to look him in the eye.

“I hate you, James Potter.” You blushed.

“You know you love me, Y/N Y/L/N.” He smirked, still holding onto you.

“Get a room!” Someone , probably Sirius, shouted .

“Oh, we definitely will.” James teased, making you red.

In that moment, you didn’t care who was looking, you didn’t care that everyone else wanted James potter, because you were the one he wanted.

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“Y/N! Wait up!” A voice called, as you were walking to class.

It was Sirius Black. Ugh, what did he want?

“Listen…. I’m sorry about being so… for being such a prat. I gave you a really hard time for no reason, well I had my reasons. You see, James is the closest thing I have to family that I actually love, so naturally I tend to be very protective of him. I thought you weren’t right for him…. Your just …. Quite different from us. Can I put it like that? But, seeing how happy you make our Jamie, I realised I owed you an apology. Oh and also, James threatened my life if I didn’t set things right with you. Anyways, catch you later, I’ve got class. Bye!” Sirius walked away, after unloading all of that on you and not even giving you a chance to reply.

Oh how you loved your boyfriend- James Potter.

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Pairing: James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: The day after you and James share a kiss, he invited you to watch him play quidditch. You get jealous seeing him with another girl. You meet his friend group. Things don’t end well.

Warnings: Lily is mentioned as James’ friend for the sake of reader x james,( I love jily), Cursing , Rude Sirius, Angst towards the end.

Author’s note: Hi cuties xx. I hope you enjoy pt.2. I’ll be posting pt.3 soon. Feel free to leave comments or send requests if you have any suggestions/improvements/ ideas for this pt and pt-3. Follow me to keep up the updates. <3.

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You woke up to the sound of your dorm mates bubbling over today’s quidditch match. Your head was throbbing with pain; you barely got any sleep last night. Then it all came crashing back to you, the late night stroll that lead to your kiss with James Potter. Bloody hell. Did it really happen? Or was it just an extremely vivid dream. Dubious about the accuracy of your memory, you got up and quickly got dressed , and headed to breakfast.

The great hall was filled with the chatter of excited students; they were all raving about today’s match. Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Well that explains the dung bombs last night.

Your palms were sweating with nerves, you were so not ready to see him yet.

Right on cue, you spotted James sitting with his friends, and stuffing his face with food.

“I’ve got to fuel up for the match. D’you think having this amazing body was easy?” James gloated coyly.

Your stomach filled with butterflies, how pathetic. There James was, an arrogant git, attacking his food like there was no tomorrow. Yet, you couldn’t help let out a small smile.

“Y/n!” James shouted across the hall.

Your face flushed red out of embarrassment. You tried looking away , but it was too late. James jogged over to you.

“Hey pretty.” He smirked.

“Hi.” You said plainly.

“So, today is the quidditch match. You coming to see me play?” He grinned.

“Uh… I don’t know. I’m not really a sports kinda person.” You told.

“Oh come on, just come to see the legendary James Potter in action, love.” He pleaded.

Merlin, how could someone be so obnoxious yet so charming.

“Tone it down a notch, ‘prongs’. “ You teased, making air quotes.

“I’ll see if I can come, i’ve got a lot of reading to catch up on.” You continued, walking away before he could reply.

The encounter left your stomach rumbling. Thanks to that idiot James, you couldn’t even think about keeping down any food right now.

You hated how James left you feeling. You didn’t like anticipating your face in a red flush, you didn’t like seeing double vision in a rose blush, and most of all, you didn’t like feeling vulnerable by the mere presence of someone, let alone a boy. A boy that half the school is in love with.

Going to the quidditch match was a bad idea, letting James in was a bad idea, it went against everything you told yourself from your very start of Hogwarts. Yet, you found yourself doing exactly that.

You decided you could spare a few minutes to watch the quidditch match. You gaslit yourself into believing you were going for the sake of ‘enjoying and learning the sport’, and not for James. You made your way into the Y/H stands, trying your best not to be noticed by the messy haired Gryffindor chaser. Although, you hardly doubted he would notice you from 50 feet above.

The match dragged on for 3 whole hours, and you were appalled by the fact that you stayed the whole duration. You watched a handful of matches your whole life, but this one, this one was different. It had something to do with the fact that, James was so effortlessly good at what he did.

Gryffindor won even though Slytherin’s seeker caught the snitch. They were leading by a 100 points, and James had thrown the quaffle into the hoop more than 20 times. Even you knew that the victory was mostly his doing. The Gryffindor team jumped off their brooms, and started jumping with excitement, adrenaline pumping through their veins. You wanted to congratulate James, it was the decent thing to do, right?

As you were walking up to the ground, a red headed girl beat you to him. She hugged him rather intimately, and placed a kiss on his cheek. Your stomach churned. Maybe it was the nausea from not eating or maybe it was seeing that girl being so close to James, you didn’t care. What were you doing? Coming to a quidditch match for the captain of the Gryffindor team? You didn’t expect him to notice you, then why were you so offended when he didn’t? Without thinking, you ran out the filed, wanting nothing more than to forget about the stupid match, the stupid kiss and stupid James fucking potter.

The following night in the library ,you were drowning in a pile of books, struggling to finish all your assignments.

“We need to stop running into each other like this.” A voice whispered into your ear from behind.

“Although, you seem to be more interested in running away from me than into me.” James continued. Well you’d he damned. He did in-fact notice you at the match.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you mumbled, refusing to turn around and look at him.

“C’mon, love. Don’t be coy. Why did you run away like that? Still flustered after last night are we?” He pressed.

“Piss off, Potter.” You spat, trying to walk away.

“Wait! Don’t be like that. Do you want to talk about what happened last night, is that it?” He asked, gripping your wrist, stopping you from walking away.

“No. Clearly you’d rather talk to that red headed girl you were being so ‘friendly’ with earlier. I get it, the kiss was no big deal. It’s cool” You lied.

“No big deal? Ouch.” He said, removing a fake arrow from his heart.

“That red head earlier was Lily Evans. She’s my good mate. Trust me, you do NOT need to worry about Lily, plus I’m certain she’s got a thing for Snivellus.” James explained.

“Snivellus?” You questioned. What is up with him and these stupid nicknames?

“Long story. Anyway, why don’t you join me and the lads in the Gryffindor common room tonight. We’re celebrating the win.” Was James asking you to meet his friends tonight? No way. There was only one person you found more insufferable than James, Sirius freaking Black. He was obviously going to be there.

“Um- I- I have uh… errands-“ you tried to come up with an excuse but James cut you off.

“I’ll see you tonight.” He said, as he winked and disappeared into the dark.

A few hours after dinner, you reluctantly made your way into the Gryffindor common room. Everyone seemed to be asleep. The room was dimly lit, with cosy sofas arranged next to a roaring fire. You spotted James , Sirius, Remus , Peter, Lily and Marlene sprawled in front of the fire place.

You cleared your throat, making your presence aware.

“Y/n! You came!” James greeted, pulling you into a side hug.

After introducing you to the group, James insisted you sat right next to him on the sofa. At some point during the night, his hands found their way to the small of your back, tracing gentle circles on it. You didn’t want to admit it, but you were starting to enjoy yourself. But that didn’t last long.

Sirius insisted on playing a game of Truth or Dare, where he mostly targeted you. You managed to dodge most of the questions, which really pissed Sirius off.

“Ok. Fine. If you’re not going to answer any of the questions, Y/n, why is it that you have no friends? Why do you walk around alone and eat alone all the time like some depressed loser.” Sirius said bluntly.

Heat spread from your ears to your neck. Your face burned with embarrassment. That did it.

“Fuck off , Black.” You flipped him off , as you stormed out of the common room.

“What the hell, mate?” You heard James say.

You were walking so fast it could be considered running.

“Y/n, wait!” James called after you.

You tried to ignore him, but he caught up with you in the corridor because the stupid stair cases decided to move, again.

“Y/n…I’m so sorry. Ignore Sirius. He can be a real dick.” James said.

“Hey, look at me.” He tilted your head up to meet his eyes. They were filled with regret. He probably regretted calling you tonight. What was he thinking? Did he expect his friends to like you? In what world would that be true? You saw how they picked on people like you. How they bullied those different from them. Why did you expect anything else?

“What are you thinking?” James asked, brushing his thumb against your cheek. He was standing extremely close to you again. Practically hovering. Before you could answer, he pulls you in, locking his lips with yours. A sudden warmth spreads through your body. You close your eyes, the subtle pressure of his hands on your waist sending jolts of electricity down your spine. This was wrong. Stop. Pull away. You thought to yourself, but your body wouldn’t comply. You kissed him back with more aggression than you anticipated, running your fingers through his hair. After what felt like an eternity of pure heavenly bliss, James pulled away.

“Should we head back?” He asked.

Then you came back to your senses. Reality was a harsh slap in the face. Deal with it now, so you’re not left wretched later.

“I can’t ,James. I can’t do this. I don’t know what I was thinking. I thought I could handle your friends, the crowds and the constant attention your around. But, truth be told, I really can’t. It’s all too much for me. You’re too much for me…you’ll probably be fine, maybe even better off without me. This was a big mistake.” You said, gesturing between the two of you.

For the first time in history, James Potter was left speechless. His face was engulfed with hurt. You didn’t want to hurt him, but it was better him than you.

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Pairing: James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: James Potter was charming, mischievous, captain of the quidditch team and very popular among the girls at Hogwarts. He had a certain talent for making his presence aware , a charisma that was unmatchable. You didn’t have many friends, no matter how hard you tried, people never seemed to acknowledge you. To put it quite plainly, you were the polar opposite of James. You spent years trying to push out and ignore any romantic feelings you had for him, because come on… there is no way he even knows you exist…. Right?

Warnings: Mild swearing and kissing/ making out.

Author’s Note: Hi my loves, this is part 1 of a mini series called- Gold rush. I will keep updating, as fast as I can. If you like my work, feel free to send in requests and leave comments 💌. Happy reading xx. Part 2 and Part 3 out now! (Comment to be added to the taglist)

The lively chatter of students filled the corridors. Golden light shone on the cold, aged walls. The air was heavy with the scent of old books, dust and a hint of magic. You made your way towards the dungeons, just in time for Potions class. You were fairly late; your usual spot was taken by another student. You scanned the classroom, looking for a vacant seat. Unfortunately, there was only one, at the very front of the class.

You settled in the empty seat, when you noticed the boy sitting next to you. His messy black hair was overgrown, and ruffled in a way that looked purposeful. His hazel eyes appeared large beneath his round glasses. James Potter was unreasonably attractive, that wasn’t a secret. You spent your first few years at Hogwarts trying to deny it, but it was of no use. You tried telling yourself his good looks didn’t make up for his arrogant and vexatious personality. He was insufferable.

You hated the way he paraded around the school, hands casually tucked in his pockets, increasing his voice by a few extra decibels whenever a pretty girl walked by. You hated the way he effortlessly drew attention to himself as soon as he walked into a room. And what you hated the most, was when he would catch your gaze lingering on him for a little too long.

“Good morning students. I will be assigning you your partners from now onwards. You will stick to these arrangements for the rest of the academic year.” Professor Slughorn announced, earning disappointed groans from the whole class.

“I have learned my lesson after the ‘incidents’ young Mr. Potter and Mr.Black have caused.” He continued, causing wide grins to spread across James and Sirius’ faces.

Slughorn spent most of the lesson reading out the pairs he had made. You were growing impatient, he hadn’t called out your name yet, maybe this was the perfect opportunity to finally make a new friend… and you know, make it last this time.

“Mr.Potter and Ms. Y/L/N” The professor called out.

You have got to be kidding me, you thought to yourself, a horrified look plastered across your face.

“Why that face, love? I don’t bite” James said turning towards you, then to Sirius and letting out a laugh.

You rolled your eyes and left class, saved by the bell.

The next day, you decided to spend your free time in the library and catch up on some homework. Immersed in your work, you almost didn’t notice the figure walking towards you.

“Feeling studious, are we?” James asked, placing his hands on the table and leaning forward.

“I was, until you came along.” You mumbled, mostly to yourself, as you stared packing your things up.

“Wait, where are you going?” James asked.

“I’m sorry, is there something in particular you want from me?” You snapped.

“You’re my new potions partner aren’t you? I thought we could study for the upcoming test together.” He said cooly.

“Right… well, I’m y/n.” You said, extending your hand.

“You’re kidding right?” James asked, with an almost offended expression.

“Why would I be kidding about my name?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Bloody hell… I know who you are y/n!” James exclaimed. “Third year, Defence against the dark arts, fourth year transfiguration and history of magic and fifth year, divination and astronomy. Those are all the classes we had together, do you not remember?” James continued.

“Oh- um… yea, I guess.” You said, dumbfounded. You remembered. You obviously remembered. How could you forget? But the real question was, how in Merlin’s Name did James freaking Potter know who you were? Did you hit your head and fall into an alternate reality, where you were one of the bimbos he noticed?

It had been a week since that unforeseen encounter with James. He would wink at you during meals or purposefully walk too close to you in the corridors, just enough for your shoulders to brush. He would pretend like he didn’t notice you, but you could feel his stare penetrate when you weren’t looking.

The following night, you woke up in a cold sweat. Your stomach was churning with nausea; it must have been the puking pasties a girl named Marlene gave you.

You were in desperate need of fresh air. Careful not to wake your dorm mates, you slipped out of bed, not caring that you’re in your pyjamas and decided to take a stroll around the castle. You had to be really cautious to not get caught, you didn’t want your house to loose points. You made your way to the dungeons, as it had a lovely view of the black lake.

“Light them up before Filch comes!” A voice whispered.

“What if the Slytherins wake up!” A shrill voice filled with fear added.

“Leave if you must , Pete! But do not ruin this for the rest of us.” You could recognise that voice anywhere.

You peaked your head from the corner of a wall, spotting James and his group of friends, ‘the marauders’, they called themselves. How cheesy. They were in-front of the Slytherin common room, with what seemed to be dung bombs and fire crackers in their hands.

‘Bloody hell. They’re mental.’ You thought to yourself.

“Shit! Run!” One of the voices shouted.

The crackers exploded, creating loud sounds and a strong pungent smell. From a distance, you could see Filch running towards the mess. Suddenly, you felt someone grab you from behind. Before you could shout, their hand covered your mouth. You turned your head to see James signalling you to be quiet. He pulled you into a hidden corner as Filch scoured the surroundings, looking for the culprits behind the mess.

He released his hand from your mouth.

“What the hell! What are you guys doing! Have you absolutely lost your minds??!!” You whisper shouted.

“Y/N Y/L/N, are you following me?To answer your question, no our minds are very much intact. Just a bit of sweet revenge on the Slytherins. Nothing special.” James smirked.

You noticed just how close the both of you were standing. You could feel his warm breath on your cheeks. You could see the soft curve of his lips and the slight flush in his cheeks. You could hear his heart racing.

He lifted his arm, gently brushing a strand of stray hair away from your face.

Whatever gap was there between the two of you, was closed by James. His lips crashed into yours with an intensity that set your skin on fire. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer, as if he couldn’t get enough of you. You didn’t hesitate to kiss him back. All the years of pent up emotions you felt for James came rushing. He pulled away from the kiss to catch his breath, the overwhelming force left you reeling.

“Prongs! Prongs, where are you?” A voice hissed.

“Shit.” James said, through clenched teeth.

“Prongs?” You asked, smirking and raising an eyebrow.

“It’s Sirius. I’ve got to go. Will you be able to go back to your dorm on your own?” James questioned.

You nodded.

“Catch you later, y/n” He said, flashing you that famous James Potter smile.

That alone was enough to make your heart melt.

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♡𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓲𝓷’𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭 ♡

Pairing : James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: You had a one stand with your long term rival, James potter, before Christmas break.

Now back at Hogwarts, James becomes more annoying than usual ; cock blocking you from seeing any other guy besides him.

Warnings : 18+, !minors dni! ,Jealous James potter , Angst , dramatic confessions, smut, oral (f receiving) , body worship , p in v. First time writing smut.

(Let me know if I missed any!)

A/N: This is the clean version of the same story.

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The snow covered windows blocked any trace of sunlight from entering the dimly lit Potions class room. The smell of powdered sage and fresh wormwood wafted in the air , creating a perfect ambiance for potion brewing. Students were filled with more energy than usual ; having just returned after Christmas break.

You take a seat at the very front of the classroom, excited for professor Slughorn to start the lesson. All the excitement drains from your face when an all too familiar figure plops down on the seat next to you. His messy black hair covered his forehead, making his Hazel eyes appear brighter and larger.

“Psyched to be back, are we?” James Potter said, flashing you that famous grin of his.

You were dreading this moment since last night; having to see James again after what went down before break. How was he acting so normal?

“What do you want, James?” You asked, annoyed, refusing to make eye contact with him.

“It’s lovely to see you too, y/n. My holiday was great, thanks for asking. How was yours?” He said cheekily.

“Piss off , Potter.” You mumbled.

The conversation was cut short, thankfully, after Slughorn entered the classroom.

You didn’t understand why James was being so nice. He was never exactly unpleasant towards you, but you and James were rivals in all the things that mattered. Whether it was Quidditch or the Grades you got, you both always had to be better than the other in everything you did. This lead to you both exchanging snarky remarks now and then , James teasing you whenever he had the chance. Sometimes, he would take it as far as publicly humiliating you in-front of the whole class by playing practical jokes on you. That’s why you hated thinking about what happened before Christmas break.

It was way past curfew, and the library was empty , except for an exhausted James Potter , sitting at the table across yours. You made the awful mistake of joining him for a cup of coffee. One thing lead to another, and the next morning you found yourself tangled in the sheets of the arrogant gryffindor boy. However, you thought that was the end of it, neither of you would acknowledge what happened and go back to usual. But, James clearly had other plans.

A month had passed and you noticed the fact that James had gone back to normal. Back to being your annoying rival. Nothing else. You didn’t understand why it bothered you so much. This is what you wanted.

One morning, during breakfast, you received a box of sweets from honeydukes and a bouquet of enchanted flowers that turned into butterflies at your touch.

“Who are they from!” Lily said, jumping with excitement by your side.

“I don’t know… there’s no note.” You said as you blushed uncontrollably.

“Someone’s got herself a secret admirer! I personally think they’re from that Ravenclaw boy, Marcus, she’s been talking to.” Marlene shouted, too loudly for your liking.

At this comment, James’ head jolted up, his eyes meeting yours and his expression almost… hurt.

That evening after dinner, you made your way back to your dorm, when you were greeted by a distressed Marcus. His face was badly beaten, a large bleeding gash was across his forehead and he had an enormous black eye.

“Oh Merlin! Marcus what happened!!??” You yelled.

“Y/n… just to be clear, I did NOT send you any gifts this morning. I think it’s best if we stayed away from each other.” Marcus said, as he practically ran away from you.

“Wait! Marcus! Atleast tell me who did this to you!” You shouted after him, but he was already 10 feet away.

The day after, in charms, a kind boy from Hufflepuff was teaching you the right way to hold your wand while performing a certain spell.

“So you want to hold it at an angle of 45 degrees, whilst making a ‘S’ motion with your arm.” He explained, guiding your hands with his. You couldn’t help but smirk, because obviously he was flirting with you. From the side of your eye, you caught a very irritated… almost jealous looking James, staring daggers at the Hufflepuff boy.

About an hour later, you went to Madam Pomfery to get some cream for your finger; you nicked it during potions, when you found that kind boy who had just helped you in charms, lying on a bed. His face was swollen ten times the normal size, and his body was shaking uncontrollably.

“Madam Pomfery! What happened to him?” You asked, worried.

“Nasty Hex. He claims one of the Gryffindor boys did it.” She explained.

Weeks went by, but you noticed something extremely unusual. Every single guy from your year was avoiding you. Even the ones you thought were your friends. Something wasn’t right.

“Lily! Wait up!” You called after the red headed girl as she walked to class.

“Hey y/n! How you holding up?” She asked, a pitiful expression plastered across her face.

“How am I holding up? What do you mean?” You sounded almost offended.

“Oh sorry… I thought you noticed by now-“

She countered.

“Noticed what? Noticed the fact that every single boy is avoiding me. Yea. I have bloody noticed that. Do you happen to know why the hell that is? “ I questioned.

“Oh… erm. I really shouldn’t get involved but, James has been beating up and threatening every guy who speaks to you.”

She told.

“What. The. Actual. Fuck?” You hissed through your teeth.

“I’m sorry, love. I thought you already knew. I’ve got to get to class…. I’ll catch you later!” Lily said, as she walked away.

You were furious. Where ever James Potter was, he better watch out, because you were going to END him. You burst into an empty class room to make sense of everything, and thats when you saw him. James was sitting on a desk, with a few books spread open in front of him.

“INCENDIO” you pointed your wand at his books, setting them on fire.

“What the fuck are you doing!?” James shouted, as he jumped up and away from the flames.

“Who the actual fuck do you think you are, potter? You pathetic piece of shit. Beating up guys who talk to me? It was a one night stand. Get over it. You are NOT my boyfriend.” You said, practically up in his face, with your wand poking at his chest.

“How oblivious are you? It may have been a casual thing for you, but it was not bloody casual for me!” He spat back.

“You think you can just exist. Exist being so perfect. Looking so beautiful, that it physically pains to be away from you. I ACHE EVERY MINUTE I AM NOT WITH YOU!” He shouted, pushing your wand aside and getting closer.

Whatever gap there was between your faces was closed by James smashing his lips into yours. You gave in. You finally just gave in, and kissed him back. Oh,with each kiss you were wondering why you resisted for so long. You kissed his jaw then his jaw line and then his ear, leaving hickeys as you went. James trailed a finger down ur spine, giving you shivers.

“James…” I trailed off.

“Oh.. do you not want to?” He asked

“No! No.. I definitely want to , but I don’t have-“ you hoped he’d get the hint.

“I have like an entire pack of condoms in my bag ,over there.”

“wow. Way to make a girl feel special…” you rolled your eyes , but also felt kind of sad , because why did he need so many condoms? Who were they for?. You were spiralling in a train of thought and just then James’ voice snaps you out of it.

“Y/n…. These are the ones i share with the boys… Remus got them from the muggles and this bag here is his.” James said holding up Remus’ bag.

That made you feel so much better.

James picks up where you left it.

James trails kisses from your mouth to you abdomen. You couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, earning a small smirk from him.

“James, what if someone comes in?”

“Colloportus” James said as he pointed his wand towards the slightly open door.

“There. No one is going to be coming inside, but there will be a lot of cumming inside…” He smirked as he made his lewd remark.

“Yuck James! That was corny even for you.” You complained as you threw your cardigan at him. “Unfunny freak” you sniggered.

After kissing for about 10 minutes, James unbuttoned his shirt, and then goes to remove your clothes.

“Is this okay, love?” James asked

You nodded.

“I need a verbal ‘yes’ y/n.”

“Yes.”

Now both of you were in nothing but your underwear. James started kissing you and slowly made his way down. Oh how you’ve missed this! Once he reached your lower abdomen, he gave you a look and removed your panties. He slid his tongue between your slit.

“Oh Merlin! James!” You gasped, clutching a fistful of his hair.

“Does that feel good , love? Wanted to get you a little excited, but it seems to me you’ve got that covered.” James grinned.

You reddened at that comment.

“Don’t be ashamed, love. Let me try something. You just relax and spread your legs. Thank-you.” James instructed as you spread your legs apart.

He stuck one finger, then a second , curling them inside. Oh.my.world. This felt so good, you wanted to scream. He bought his mouth down to your clit and started sucking it.

“Potter… I’m so.. c-c-close” you barely managed to say.

With two more thrusts of his fingers, you finished in his mouth.

“You’re so fucking sweet, darling “

“Ok darling, I need a verbal yes for this part” James said as he slid a condom on.

He aligned his length with you. “Darling?”

“Yes. Please James. I need you.” You begged.

“Oh love, you look so beautiful, begging for me like that.” He said as he pushed himself in.

Your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head due to the intense pleasure you were feeling. This was so much better than the first time. Maybe because both of your feelings are out in the open this time.

“Y/n , you feel so good my love. “ James cooed.

With a few more thrusts you could feel a knot coming undone in your stomach.

“Hold on for just a minute, darling” James said.

“I’m gonna cu- James-“ you pleaded

And just like that, both of you finished at the same time.

James cleaned you up, and you both redressed. As you were leaving the empty classroom, James grabbed you by your wrist. He placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Next time Potter, when you send me flowers, make sure to leave a note on them. Don’t want people to get beaten up for no reason.”

You teased.

“Next time Y/L/N , be better at acknowledging my feelings” James joked.

“Next time , be better at fucking showing them!” You countered.

You both laughed, as James pulled you in for one last kiss before class.

⋆˚࿔ 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙞𝙣’𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝜗𝜚˚⋆

James Potter x fem!reader

You had a one stand with your long term rival, James potter, before Christmas break. Now back at Hogwarts, James becomes more annoying than usual ; cock blocking you from seeing any other guy besides him.

“𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒊𝒏’𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝑰 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆”

Angst and a very jealous James Potter

(Happy ending)

Author’s note: Hey everyone! This is the clean version of the fanfic/ story. Here is the explicit version.🤭.

Happy reading <3!

The snow covered windows blocked any trace of sunlight from entering the dimly lit Potions class room. The smell of powdered sage and fresh wormwood wafted in the air , creating a perfect ambiance for potion brewing. Students were filled with more energy than usual ; having just returned from Christmas break.

You take a seat at the very front of the classroom, excited for professor Slughorn to start the lesson. All the excitement drains from your face when an all too familiar figure plops down on the seat next to you. His messy black hair covered his forehead, making his Hazel eyes appear brighter and larger.

“Psyched to be back, are we?” James Potter said, flashing you that famous grin of his.

You were dreading this moment since last night; having to see James again after what went down before break. How was he acting so normal?

“What do you want, James?” You asked, annoyed, refusing to make eye contact with him.

“It’s lovely to see you too, y/n. My holiday was great, thanks for asking. How was yours?” He said cheekily.

“Piss off , Potter.” You mumbled.

The conversation was cut short, thankfully, after Slughorn entered the classroom.

You didn’t understand why James was being so nice. He was never exactly unpleasant towards you, but you and James were rivals in all the things that mattered. Whether it was Quidditch or the Grades you got, you both always had to be better than the other in everything you did. This lead to the exchange of snarky remarks now and then , James teasing you whenever he had the chance. Sometimes, he would take it as far as publicly humiliating you in-front of the whole class by playing ‘practical jokes’ on you. That’s why you hated thinking about what happened before Christmas break.

It was way past curfew, and the library was empty , except for an exhausted James Potter , sitting at the table across yours. You made the awful mistake of joining him for a cup of coffee. One thing lead to another, and the next morning you found yourself tangled in the sheets of the arrogant gryffindor boy. However, you thought that was the end of it, neither of you would acknowledge what happened and go back to usual. But, James clearly had other plans.

A month had passed and you noticed the fact that James had gone back to normal. Back to being your annoying rival. Nothing else. You didn’t understand why it bothered you so much. This is what you wanted.

One morning, during breakfast, you received a box of sweets from honeydukes and a bouquet of enchanted flowers that turned into butterflies at your touch.

“Who are they from!” Lily said, jumping with excitement by your side.

“I don’t know… there’s no note.” You said as you blushed uncontrollably.

“Someone’s got herself a secret admirer! I personally think they’re from that Ravenclaw boy, Marcus, she’s been talking to.” Marlene shouted, too loudly for your liking.

At this comment, James’ head jolted up, his eyes meeting yours and his expression almost… hurt.

That evening after dinner, you made your way back to your dorm, when you were greeted by a distressed Marcus. His face was badly beaten, a large bleeding gash was across his forehead and he had an enormous black eye.

“Oh Merlin! Marcus what happened!!??” You yelled.

“Y/n… just to be clear, I did NOT send you any gifts this morning. I think it’s best if we stayed away from each other.” Marcus said, as he practically ran away from you.

“Wait! Marcus! Atleast tell me who did this to you!” You shouted after him, but he was already 10 feet away.

The day after, in charms, a kind boy from Hufflepuff was teaching you the right way to hold your wand while performing a certain spell.

“So you want to hold it at an angle of 45 degrees, whilst making a ‘S’ motion with your arm.” He explained, guiding your hands with his. You couldn’t help but smirk, because obviously he was flirting with you. From the side of your eye, you caught a very irritated… almost jealous looking James, staring daggers at the Hufflepuff boy.

About an hour later, you went to Madam Pomfery to get some ointment for your finger; you nicked it during potions, when you found that kind boy who had just helped you in charms, lying on a bed. His face was swollen ten times the normal size, and his body was shaking uncontrollably.

“Madam Pomfery! What happened to him?” You asked, worried.

“Nasty Hex. He claims one of the Gryffindor boys did it.” She explained.

Weeks went by, but you noticed something extremely unusual. Every single guy from your year was avoiding you. Even the ones you thought were your friends. Something wasn’t right.

“Lily! Wait up!” You called after the red headed girl as she walked to class.

“Hey y/n! How you holding up?” She asked, a pitiful expression plastered across her face.

“How am I holding up? What do you mean?” You sounded almost offended.

“Oh sorry… I thought you noticed by now-“

She countered.

“Noticed what? Noticed the fact that every single boy is avoiding me. Yea. I have bloody noticed that. Do you happen to know why the hell that is? “ I questioned.

“Oh… erm. I really shouldn’t get involved but, James has been beating up and threatening every guy who speaks to you.”

She told.

“You can’t be serious.” You hissed through your teeth.

“I’m sorry, love. I thought you already knew. I’ve got to get to class…. I’ll catch you later!” Lily said, as she walked away.

You were furious. Where ever James Potter was, he better watch out, because you were going to END him. You burst into an empty class room to make sense of everything, and thats when you saw him. James was sitting on a desk, with a few books spread open in front of him.

“INCENDIO” you pointed your wand at his books, setting them on fire.

“What in Merlins name are you doing!?” James shouted, as he jumped up and away from the flames.

“Who the bloody hell do you think you are, potter? You pathetic excuse of a man. Beating up guys who talk to me? It was a one night thing. Get over it. You are NOT my boyfriend.” You said, practically up in his face, with your wand poking at his chest.

“How oblivious are you? It may have been a casual thing for you, but it was not bloody casual for me!” He spat back.

“I sent you flowers y/n…. And you thought they were from someone else… I ache every second that I am not with you. I burn for you y/n…”He whispered, lowering your wand and getting closer.

Whatever gap there was between your faces was closed by James smashing his lips into yours. You gave in. You finally just gave in, and kissed him back.

Why did you have to resist for so long? This is what you wanted. This was secretly what you wanted all along. Now you were regretting everything you just said to him.

Pulling away from the kiss, a soft “I’m so sorry…” escaped your lips.

“I know, love.” James said, as he tucked your hair behind your ear.

“Next time Potter, be better at expressing your feelings.” You joked.

Wrapped in the arms of the boy you tried so hard to hate all these years, you couldn’t love him more.

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𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ You belong with me 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡

Ron Weasley x fem!reader

Friends to lovers

Summary: You and Ron have been best friends since first year. Unbeknownst to you, you had started developing feelings for him but he starts dating Lavender Brown. Everything changes one summer night at the burrow.

(Happy ending ofc <3)

Word count: 2k

Requests are open 💌

Sunlight reflected off his scarlet quidditch robes, making his red hair appear redder. You ran up to Ron to congratulate him, and the rest of gryffindor, on their victory.

“Well played weasley.” You smirked as Ron pulled you into a hug.

“Couldn’t have done it without your support from the benches” he joked

Pulling away from him, you noticed a curly dusty blonde haired girl eager to make her way towards Ron.

“Congratulations Won won!” She giggled and pulled Ron into a deep kiss.

What the hell? Who is this freak? Does she congratulate every guy by kissing them? You thought to yourself.

“I’ll see you in the common room later.” She winked at Ron as she walked away.

“Who the hell was that?” You asked

“Oh, that was Lavender. Lavender Brown. We started seeing each-other last month. She’s a bit…. strong spirited…. If thats the right way to put it.” He explained.

“Last month!!?? And you didn’t even have the courtesy to tell me? Only been your best friend for six bloody years and you don’t tell me you’ve got yourself a girlfriend? Piss off Ronald.” You shouted as you walked away.

“Y/n wait-“ You heard Ron call but you didn’t care.

How dare he? You always shared everything with him. Every single detail of your life, and he did the same. Well, up until now. You didn’t understand why it was bothering you so much; the mere thought of Ron and Lavender together made your blood boil. It must have been because he kept you in the dark about it for so long.

“Y/n… are you alright?” Hermione whispered.

You were sitting on the floor of the gryffindor common room, in-front of the fireplace, finishing your History of Magic homework.

“So I’m guessing you heard about my little outburst on the quidditch field this morning?” You asked

“Half of the school heard it” She quipped.

“Wow. Thanks. That made me feel so much better.” You said with a blank expression.

It has been three weeks since you found out about Lavender and Ron. He tried ‘explaining himself’ to you on numerous occasions, but each time you came up with a pathetic excuse to avoid him. He didn’t have to explain who he was dating or why he was dating them to you. That would be weird. Why should he be obligated to consult you about his love life? You’re over reacting, thats all - you tried telling yourself every night. It didn’t bother you, honestly why should it even bother you?

“Y/n! Please stop this madness. It’s been three weeks… I miss my friend.” Ron pleaded. He had you cornered near a wall in the corridors, you couldn’t escape him now.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Lavender immediately. Honestly… I didn’t see it lasting long anyway , so I didn’t bother telling you. And to be frank, I didn’t think you’d like her… guess I got that part right.” Ron explained as he scratched the back of his neck.

“No. Don’t be sorry. I’m sorry Ron. I’m sorry for acting so childish.” You apologised

Ron pulled you into a tight hug and smiled.

“Soooo… tell me about her. Is she a good kisser?” You teased

“Oh shut it” Ron play punched you in the shoulder.

“What!? Every time i’ve seen you guys together , you’ve been snogging!” You said laughing.

And just like that, everything felt normal again.

Exams had just come to an end, and you couldn’t be happier. Summer at the burrow with the weasley family awaited you. Every summer since your second year at hogwarts, Ron invited you, Hermione and Harry to the burrow to spend a few weeks there. Even when Harry and Hermione failed to go, you never missed the opportunity to spend time with the weasleys. They were the closest thing you had to family. Molly was like the mother you never had and Ginny was like a sister you adored. Ron… Ron was just your Ron. He was your favourite person in the entire world. You were hoping that wouldn’t change since he started dating Lavender.

“Did you tell Mrs. Weasley that all three of us are coming this summer?” You asked Ron. You, Harry , Hermione and Ron were sitting in the same compartment in the train whilst stuffing your faces with sweets from the trolly.

“Oh yea , i’ve told mum. She’s trilled. I even overheard Fred and George planning what tricks to play on us once we get there” Ron said.

“Did you tell her, Ron?” Harry whispered into Ron’s ear.

“Tell me what?” You asked nervously.

“Oh erm… Lavender is going to join us at the burrow this summer.” Ron mumbled stuffing his face with more sweets.

“Ron stop eating for a second. Your mouth is so full; I don’t think I heard you right…. For a second I thought you said Lavender is joining us this summer.” You said.

“Oh you heard him right.” Hermione said as she rolled her eyes.

Was he being serious right now? This was a thing the friend group shared. Why the hell did he have to ruin it by inviting his annoying little girlfriend. And just on cue, Lavender appeared outside the compartment, blowing her breath on the glass as she drew a heart and wrote ‘Lavender + Ron’ in it.

“I think I’m going to be sick” you said.

The days at the burrow passed by excruciatingly slow. You barely spoke to Ron. Lavender was every where. Even Mrs. Weasley seemed to have had enough of her. Fred and George tried to cheer you up on multiple occasions by playing tricks on Ron and Lavender every time you caught them snogging.

“Y/n , don’t be like this. Please. “ Hermione pressed.

“What do you mean? I’m not being like… anything.” You countered.

“ It’s so obvious you hate seeing Ron and Lavender together, in fact it’s obvious you hate seeing Ron with anyone that isn’t you.” Harry added

“I literally have no idea what you’re talking about.” You said as you burst out the living room.

That night, Lavender announced that she will be cooking dinner for everyone, since she wanted to do something special for her ‘Won Won’.

Everyone waited eagerly at the table , wondering what dish Lavender would be serving. You hated to admit it , but the smell coming from the kitchen was mouth watering. Your stomach made a rumbling noise as you glanced at Ron.

He was seated right across you, with Harry beside him. Hermione sat on your left and Ginny on your right. Everyone else were in their usual spots as Lavender finally bought out the food.

“Tada! I present to you , a recipe passed down for generations in my family , Cauliflower Casserole!” Lavender squeaked as she begin serving the dish to everyone.

“Double serving for you , because I know your gonna love it , my Won Won.” Lavender continued.

“Is she mental? Is she absolutely stupid? How has she been dating Ron for three months, and yet she doesn’t even know the fact that he despises cauliflower!?” You whisper shouted to Ginny and Hermione.

“Eat up Won Won.” Lavender hovered over Ron until he put a spoon full of casserole in his mouth.

“Mmm. It’s delicious.” Ron lied, turning a shade of green, as he continued eating.

“Ron you don’t have to-“ you were saying as Hermione cut you off.

“Don’t y/n. It’s not worth it.” She said.

Everyone else seemed to be enjoying their meal, even you, as the food was actually quite delicious. But, Ron barely touched his food which was extremely rare for him.

After dinner, you played a round of wizards chess with mrs. Weasley, Hermione and Ginny, and then went to bed.

You awoke at 2 am, parched and in desperate need of water. As you made your way down to the kitchen, you saw a figure standing above the stove. It was Ron.

“Hey… what are you doing up so late?” You asked.

“Blimey y/n. You scared me.” He jumped.

“Are you making food at this ungodly hour, Ronald Weasley?” You asked.

“Yea… I’m still kinda hungry.”

“Figured. Cauliflower casserole. Pft. Three months and it’s like she knows nothing about you.” you mumbled, mostly to yourself.

“I know you hate her.” Ron said

“Move over.” You ignored him as he handed you the pan. You cracked an egg and begin frying some bacon. Ron sat on the table, his mouth watering at the smell.

You placed the food on a plate and grabbed two forks. Ron practically attacked the food, making you laugh.

“Do you love her?” You asked

“Love!? Love who? Lavender? God no.” He seemed offended you even asked such a question.

“Then why are you with her , Ron?”

“I- Because I can’t be with the one person I want to be with.” He spat

“What are you taking about?” You asked, confused.

“It’s impractical. She’s like my bestest friend in the whole world. It would be nonsensical for me to confess to her. She probably doesn’t even feel the same way.” He explained.

“Are you talking about Hermione?” You asked baffled.

“Merlins sake y/n…. I’m talking about you!” He practically shouted.

“Me?” You said, your voice barely a whisper.

Both of you were standing now. Your heart was racing faster than your brain. Ron wants to be with me? How is that possible. You thought to yourself. He treated you like one of his brothers, playing rough all the time, he never even treated you like a proper girl. You would have never figured he had feelings for you.

“What are you saying, Ron?” You questioned.

“I’m saying- I’m saying that I’m bloody in love with you, y/n! I have been… for a very, very long time.” He said.

You walked closer to him, your faces only a few inches apart.

“You fool, why didn’t you tell me sooner?” You asked as you placed your hand on his cheek.

“I didn’t think you would return my feelings, and quite frankly I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.” He explained.

“Idiot” you murmured as you pulled Ron in for a kiss. He kissed back like it was the only thing he had been wanting to do all summer.

After a minute, you pulled away.

“What are we going to do about Lavender?” You asked

“I’ll sort it out first thing tomorrow. But for now….” Ron pulled you in as you smiled against his chest.

All was well. Ronald weasley was finally yours.

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𝔹𝕖𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥🤭💌

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Fred weasly

Warnings: Fluff, Suggestive and Use of y/n

Summary: Y/n falls off her broom after a quidditch match and sustains a serious spine injury. She is supposed to be in bed rest at madam pomfery’s , but her bf ,Fred misses her a little to much.

Black clouded your peripheral vision, the world seemed to be spinning and you couldn’t make sense of the figures before you. Soon everything came into focus, a group of people circled around the bed you were lying on; the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Where were you? What happened? Why was everyone looking down at you?

“I think she is waking up,” a girl’s voice announced.

Then it all came crashing back to you... You fell off your broom during the Quidditch match! You were trying to hit the Bludger away from Harry just as he was about to catch the Golden Snitch, but it hit you in the head and you fell, toppling down 20 feet.

“Did we win?” You managed to croak, your voice barely a whisper.

“A determined lad she is, even on her death bed,” George said.

“And there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. How are you feeling, Y/N?” Hermione asked, smiling at you.

“Never been better,” you joked.

“Yes. I caught the Snitch. All thanks to you. But please be more careful next time, Y/N. Nearly gave me a stroke when you fell,” Harry said, answering your question.

You smiled wearily.

Everyone was here, but the one person you wanted was nowhere to be seen.

“Uh- Where’s Fred?” you questioned.

“Right here, love.” A red-eyed Fred appeared.

“Aww baby, have you been crying?” you asked, teasing him.

Fred walked up to the bed and pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“We’ll take that as a cue to leave then. Take care, mate,” Ron announced.

After everyone left, tears escaped from Fred’s eyes.

“Freddie… I’m fine. Don’t cry, love,” you said as you brushed his cheek with your fingers.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again, okay?”

“Okay.” You gave him a weak smile.

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“THREE WEEKS!” Fred shouted at George.

“Three bloody weeks Y/N’s been on bedrest! I can’t take it anymore, good god help me!” he cried.

“What’s with all the yelling?” you asked as the Weasley twins approached you.

“This big guy here is having a hard time keeping his little guy under control, since you’ve been on bedrest.” George smirked.

You couldn’t help but turn red after George’s comment.

“Oh bugger off, George,” Fred scolded.

After George left, Fred cozied up on the hospital bed with you.

“I miss you so much, Y/N.”

“I miss you more.”

“You know… there are things we can do that don’t require much… action. I won’t even need to get out of bed,” you suggested.

“Don’t tempt me, love. What if someone walks in on us?” he asked.

“So let them…” you smirked.

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🏆The alchemy 🏆

Harry potter x Reader

Author’s Note: Hey! This is my first time publishing a fic/ one shot, let me know if there are any mistakes ( I managed to remove how many ever I found). Open to requests <3. Mainly FLUFF and quidditch. Hope you enjoy it!

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔* Where’s the trophy? He just comes running over to me °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*

It was the quidditch final. Slytherin versus gryffindor. Tensions were high and points were low. Harry had trained his arse off for this match, day and night, ignoring his school work, his friends and ignoring the one person he never wanted to ignore, you.

Oliver Wood was behind his tail the past month, working Harry like a dog. You would watch each-other during classes sometimes or exchange a few words during dinner. That was the extent of it for the past month. It was driving you insane; not being able to be with Harry. It was definitely not easier on him. He found himself constantly dreaming about you, and whenever he thought he had free time and came to see you , Wood would steal him away for practice.

Gryffindor needed to win today. No matter what. Then it would all be worth it. Harry’s efforts and time he spent on quidditch instead of on you would all be worth it if they won.

60:40, slytherin was leading by 20 points, but Harry needed to wait for gryffindor to secure 50 points before catching the snitch in order for them to win the cup. You watched anxiously, clutching your scarf , as Draco tailed behind Harry trying to knock him off his broom. Obviously, Draco’s pathetic attempts failed because Harry was too good at what he did. That’s one of the reasons you loved him so much. He was so effortlessly brilliant at everything he did.

You jumped in excitement as Angelina throws the quaffle through one of slytherin’s hoops. The final 10 points needed for Harry to catch the snitch were secured by Katie Bell. Gryffindor and slytherin were tied. 60:60. Seeing this Harry chases after the snitch, flying through the crowd, and over you at some point. After a solid five minutes, madam Hooch blows her whistle , as Harry catches the golden snitch.

“AND GRYFFINDOR WINS THE QUIDDITCH CUP!” Jordan Lee announced

The gryffindor team hurries to Harry’s side to celebrate, but he ignores them, pushing everyone out of the way, he eagerly jumps off his broom and sprints towards you.

Tears in his eyes, Harry hugged you so tight you couldn’t even breathe. Pulling away, he drew you in for a passionate kiss, it sent shivers down your spine. Your cheeks flushed and your stomach filled with butterflies. You kissed him back, tasting a bit of sweat and salty tears but you didn’t care. You knew everyone’s eyes were on you, they were cheering loudly. But none of it mattered as Harry embraced you tightly.

“Where’s the trophy?” You asked

“I don’t know. I just wanted to come running over to you” Harry smiled.

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i did NOT expect snape to be winning what😭

WELL WE’VE STILL GOT 20 HOURS SO💪💪

Me watching the most random ass cartoons I find because the cover has an attractive character, enjoying the cartoon frfr, but there's no (barely any) fanfiction and barely any fandom (literally dead):

(I need fics y'all..😔)

(Mostly talking about a random ass hot bf5 wheels cartoon)

(I'm asking for fanfic of Vert😼)

This rlly falls into the issue with the sexualization of Twins, too.

Bro, idec know anymore at this point, I am tired of seeing sibling character x reader x sibling chatacter (for example: fred weasley x reader x George weasley, that's just an example) Even if the poly is just the two siblings sharing the other person, it's disgusting. No, NORMAL siblings would ever think of sharing someone. Most of the people who read this shit r probably just wierdos. I promise you ppl who have siblings would never agree to someone if they said, "Can I date you and your sibling?" And if you think differently, ur weird. The reason isn't just a sexual reason (that's just plain disgusting, no normal siblings want to have a threesone or whatever with someone else siblings r very repulsive in that with each other) It can also just be a romantic reason. Just being in a relationship with the same person as siblings is gross. The same thing goes for Obey Me, especially Beelzebub and Belphegor. There have been lessons where it literally mentions how whichever one of the Obey Me brothers wouldn't be okay with sharing you with another brother, but people so desperately want that to not be the case. Especially that one lesson where Belphie mentions in his sleep how he actually isn't okay with sharing MC with Beel, but people r always like, "Oh! If they talk this out, it could work!" Bro, no 😭, except that he doesn't want to, you can't have both of two r siblings. It's utterly disgusting. The times that Obey Me have moments where they're like, "We can share MC." Is all for the money frfr, there has been many lessons signaling that they actually aren't okay with that. The parts were they mention sharing has usually been in events (money grabbing 👀.) I am tired of reading Obey Me fanfic and then when I get to Beel it's like- "Beel & Belphie, why not both :)))" mf i don't want "both" I'm not a weirdo. And I'm only making this post because it's EXTREMELY NORMALIZED that it's literally impossible to ignore it. Not even fictionally, even in real life, ppl who r poly with siblings.. Nahh bruh, even if those siblings aren't dating each other, they got some weird incest shit going on, especially if they both have sex with you at the same time, mental hospital. Me and my siblings and I always mention how disgusting it is, the same thing with my friends who also have siblings. This isn't a matter of "Oh, their all consenting adults they can do whatever." I will gladly tell any p3dos, Zoophil3s, and inc3sts to |< Ý $ no questions asked if you think I'm being dramatic, please exit. If I see shit like this I'm literally just gonna either block the person or report them (which is so much work considering since it's so normalized is fucking everywhere), or literally just say shit. No actual siblings would do this, y'all.. You just really want both of them, and that's fine with other characters that r not siblings (for example if u wanna be poly with Diavolo and Lucifer go ahead), but when their siblings your fr putting a weirdass fantasy in ur head that they r okay with it n shit. And with actual Inc3st ships I've seen literally so many ppl say it's ok (most of them ended up being only children not a suprise), and at this point my stomach hurts and I feel literally sick. I just enjoy the sibling relationship, beel and belphie . Meanwhile, the comments r like, "Me when I want both," mf touch grass.

Anyways yeah I'm just irritated at this point cuz it's so normalized that it's just everywhere so I felt I needed to speak out abt it because it completely ruins the mood when I'm just tryna enjoy shit, and I'm not rlly good with words so sorry if this is layed out wierd or something. I can't be the only one who has siblings and is weirded out by this (obv not cuz I talk to ppl irl who mentions how weird it is). If you have siblings, please put yourself in a situation where someone wants both u and ur sibling at the same time.

You people are acting like those creepy people in real life who go up to twins and r like "Threesome?"💀💀💀

Im ready for the weirdos after me

Close for Comfort

Harry Potter x Reader

Plot: You and Harry comfort each other after Moody demonstrates the Unforgivable Curses in class. 

Warnings: none per se, use of Unforgivable Curses/mentions of death may be uncomfortable for some

(This will be based off of the book more than the movie, for anyone wondering. Also, didn’t have a lot of time to proofread this so...oops? Feedback is welcome as always! Enjoy!)

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All fourth years were beyond excited to attend their first Defense Against the Dark Arts class with Professor Moody, what with the older students (especially the Weasley twins and Lee Jordan) ranting and raving over the class. Naturally, you were curious about what Moody could possibly do to get the twins actually interested in a class. 

You definitely did not expect to witness the use of the Unforgivable Curses.

The class chatted excitedly until a distinctive ‘clunk clunk clunk’ could be heard echoing down the corridor.

“You can put those away,” Professor Moody grumbled. All at once, the class shoved their textbooks back into their bags. He took attendance, his magical eye rolling around to look at each student, and minutes later pulled a glass jar from his desk. Inside, three large spiders scurried around, seemingly in terror of what was to befall them. 

“Imperio!” he cried. The entire class watched with bated breath as the spider Moody had placed in the palm of his hand began doing all sorts of flips and tricks. The classroom filled with laughter. 

All but yours.

“Think it’s funny, do you? You’d like it if I did it to you?” Moody growled. “Only one person in this bloody classroom with any common sense,” he muttered, his bright magic eye landing on you. 

You’d never had the displeasure of witnessing any of the Unforgivable Curses before today, and frankly, you were quite glad. The Imperius Curse made you uncomfortable; you weren’t by any means fond of spiders, but you couldn’t help but pity the poor creature. Certainly no one would enjoy losing complete control of their mind and body and being forced into acting as a show pony. 

And it only got worse from there. 

Neville, surprising the entire class, and undeniably himself as well, raised his hand and offered Moody the next curse - “the Cruciatus Curse,” he all but whispered. 

Moody lifted the next spider from the jar, enlarged it using Engorgio, and then cast “Crucio!” 

The spider’s legs curled into its body and it began to twitch and rock back in forth, gradually shuddering more and more violently. Tears filled your eyes as you imagined how much pain the poor thing was in. You felt sobs ready to escape your body and you watched the spider, and even more so once you realized poor Neville was visibly distraught as well. You were ready to put an end to this when- 

“Stop it!” cried Hermione. Moody raised his gnarled hand from the spider, reduced it to its normal size, and placed it back into the jar. 

The time came for the final curse. The Killing Curse. 

Professor Moody raised his wand and the entire class hushed in an equal mix of anticipation and horror. You closed your eyes, unable to watch the scene unfold. “Avada Kedavra!” 

Green light flashed, signaling to you that the deed was done; though you still dreading opening your eyes to witness the aftermath. Ron had nearly fallen out of his chair, and Moody proceeded to swipe the spider’s lifeless body onto the floor. Tears filled your eyes once again; death in general upset you more than you could explain.

“Not pleasant. And there’s no counter-curse, no blocking it. Only one known person has ever survived it, and he’s sitting right in front of me.” Everyone turned to look at Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived. Sitting at the desk to his left, you could see him squirm under the watch of so many eyes. And you could see the pain behind his own. You could only imagine the pain he felt, having watched his parents die trying to protect him. Even though he was so young when it happened, you were sure he had some recollection of it all. 

Once class had ended, you rushed to meet him in the hallway. “Harry!” you called after him. He motioned for Ron and Hermione to continue on without him and turned to you.

“Oh, (Y/N),” he uttered. “Um, is everything okay?”

“That’s what I wanted to ask you actually. I know watching all that couldn’t have brought up good memories, so I just wanted to check on you.” Harry’s eyebrows rose in surprise. He’d only talked to you a few times before, nothing major, so this was rather unexpected. Although, if he knew one thing about you, it was that you had a kind heart; you were even kind to Slytherins. Well, most of them. 

“Well...if I’m being honest, I am a little shaken, I suppose. Seeing the Killing Curse in person definitely isn’t my idea of fun,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Would you like to join me in the Astronomy Tower after dinner? With Halloween coming up my parents sent me some sweets a little early and I won’t be able to eat it all on my own,” you offered, smiling as sweetly as the candy stashed in your nightstand. “Plus, I could use a little pick-me-up as well.”

Harry thought for a second, then nodded. “That sounds lovely, (Y/N). I’ll see you then.”

Roughly an hour later, as you sat in the Astronomy Tower wrapped in your favorite blanket, Harry made his way up to join you. You spent hours together- talking, reminiscing, joking around with each other, and stuffing yourselves full of candy. Harry, at some point, found his way under your blanket as well, and from time to time you would brush hands or bump knees (not that either of you were complaining; you found a strange sense of comfort in each other). After yawning for about the thousandth time each, you realized it was probably time for the two of you to go your separate ways. 

“I had a wonderful time, Harry,” you told him. “It was nice to get to know you better.”

“I had a great time too,” he smiled. “We should do this more often; especially if there’s sweets involved.” Both of you laughed at his response. You bid each other good night, watching Harry as he made his way back to the Gryffindor Common Room. From that night on, he was not only the Boy Who Lived- he was the Boy Who Lived in your dreams. 

— tried to fight our energy. h.p

heavy inspired by ‘everytime’ by ariana grande.

angry!harry, mentions of yelling, NO SPECIFIED PRONOUNS ! harry & y/n are in love with each other but they don’t understand that

your face was straight. inside? you were fuming.

— well why didn’t you just tell me?!

— there was nothing to tell! - he exclaimed

— harry.. if there wasn’t anything to tell, you wouldn’t be so defensive. - you said, your voice shook with ire.

harry had been acting odd for the past week or so. you knew him and how he got so you decided to leave him be. you weren’t too concerned until he started sneaking off during classes.

— i don’t need to tell you every little thing, y/n.

that stung quite a bit.

— you think i don’t know that? don’t treat me like i’m stupid, harry. - your tone matching his.

you and harry weren’t a couple. you’d been friends since second year. there’d always been this sense of energy, though. you knew it, so did he. however, the two of you never dared to acknowledge it. why? the truth is, you weren’t sure.. neither was harry.

sure, you’d gotten into arguments with him before, but never this extreme. here you were, standing in his dorm. he was sitting on the bed and you were leaning on the wall. perhaps it had to do with you being older? you were in sixth year now.. you’d both been learning to use your voice. you didn’t know why it was such a big deal to you.. but it was.

— why didn’t you just tell me you were going out with romilda vane?! - you spat.

you despised that girl.

— i knew it’d turn out like this .. i knew you’d be upset. - harry rolled his eyes.

— listen, i’m not fond of it.. but i’m willing to tolerate it. - you said, barely louder than a whisper.

you felt tears begin to form. you hated yourself for that. you weren’t sure why. you loved harry, but you never thought of it that way. you looked at him with so much adoration in your eyes, and he returned that. you both cared about each other so much. never like that though.. right?

— i gotta go harry. — your voice broke slightly. i’ll see you in class.

you grabbed your bag and as you were about to walk out, harry grasped your arm.

— i’m sorry.

the boy stood above you now, his hair messy and his glasses foggy. you realized his eyes had glossed over.

— save it, harry. it’s fi-

— no.. y/n, it’s not! - he cut you off. i haven’t been .. completely honest with you.

— no shit. - you mumbled

harry wasn’t good at explaining things that didn’t have to do with voldemort or school. everyone knows he’s an awkward, nerdy boy. you know he was more than that. he was cocky at times, open too. but never this vulnerable. ever.

harry cleared his throat.

— y/n.. i have loved you since third year. i’ve tried to hide it from myself and i’ve tried to fight it off because i never wanted to screw anything up. but i can’t. it’s killing me. i never truly liked romilda. i did it to get your attention. — harry’s voice grew shaky. y/n.. plea-

you pulled him into a tight hug. you wanted to stay like that. forever. you never wanted to let him go. harry was crying into your shoulder now, he was so sorry for even keeping something so small from you. that jealousy you held.. you made him feel so terrible. you pulled away.

— harry. forgive me! please. i’m the one who needs to be apologizing. i was so frustrated. so.. jealous.. of something that was none of my business. harry, i love you so much and i’d never do anything to purposely harm you.

you were sobbing into your hands, harry engulfed you in a hug, just as comforting and just as tight as the one you had given him. he sat you on the bed, he made you look at him. he was .. smiling at you? he muttered a quiet, small “i forgive you” and so did you. you moved closer and closer to harry, slowly. your hands slid up to his jaw, his to either side of your face.. for a moment you looked into each other’s eyes, without a care in the world, you kissed each other like your lives depended on it.

you were never going to let that boy go, and you were never going to fight that energy again.