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I Wish

Pairing: James Potter x Reader x Sirius Black

Word Count: 2,421

Warnings: Slight swearing, angsty

Request: hey 💌 my request seems kinda sad (but i'm into it). sooo i was listening to i wish by one direction and i had an idea!! could u pls write a james x reader based on that song? like reader is dating sirius and james is in love with reader? and sirius knows? heheh thank u, i love your work ✨💗🙏🏽

A/n: I'm not a big One Direction fan but this was fun to write. Enjoy!

He takes your hand, I die a little

I watch your eyes and I'm in riddles

Why can't you look at me like that?

James swallowed harshly watching you as neared them. He knew it wasn't supposed to be like this but here he was. The boy looked down at his hands ashamed.

“Hey guys!” you greeted with a smile that made his knees go weak and his breath leave his lungs.

“Hey babe.” Sirius responded looking up at you from his position next to James on the couch. “Whats up?”

“Nothing much.” You answered plopping in between the two boys making James jump a bit. “You okay James?” You asked turning towards him.

The boy coughed sputtering for breath, “Y-yeah.” he stuttered nervously pushing his glasses back up his nose.

“You sure?” you placed your arm on his shoulder in concern and he went completely stiff.

“He's just upset his Lily flower is ignoring him again.” Sirius laughed rolling his eyes playfully.

Sirius couldn't have been more wrong but James just put on a fake smile and nodded along.

He slumped with relief when you removed your hand from his shoulder and turned back to Sirius.

Playing with Sirius' hair you said, “She can't keep the charade up for ever I mean you James fuckng Potter for Merlin's sake.”

The truth was James felt nothing the ‘James fucking Potter’ you mentioned. That James had died three months ago when he fell in love with you. He knew falling in love was supposed to be this wonderful thing, with fluffy bunnies, rainbows and cotton candy and he was sure that's what it was when he thought he was in love with Lily. Unfortunately he had done no such thing and when you walked into the common room Sirius’ arm around your waist he had truly fallen. And falling was definitely the right word.

It was as if someone had pushed him off his broom and he had plummeted to the ground below. Now he just lay there hurt and wounded attempting to pick himself back up as his heart crumbled to pieces.

Oh and of course every time he made the smallest bit of progress, his best friend would come over carrying you in his arms and kick him in the gut as you giggled and stared at Sirius like he with the king of England.

And now here you were doing it again. Sirius was talking about the prank he had just constructed and you had your head laid on his shoulder hand interlaced with his. Your beautiful y/e/c eyes locked on his stormy grey ones. All the while James was wishing you were looking at him.

When you walk by, I try to say it

But then I freeze, and never do it

My tongue gets tied, the words get trapped

I hear the beat of my heart getting louder, whenever I'm near you

James nearly went into cardiac arrest when you walked into the slug club meeting. You were incredible.

A lacy white dress hung snug to your chest before spreading out at your waist into a and hanging down your legs. Your hair was done up in a tight ponytail with silver sparkles sprinkeled in across your head.

James was sure if he watched you any longer he would forget about everything else in this world and sprint at you smashing his lips onto yours. So he turned his head to look at his best friend whose arm was linked to yours, the long haired boy had his eyes locked on you in a way that broke his heart, he looked at you the same way; with love. You just never looked back.

You waved to a few of your friends before turning back to Sirius saying something to him before disappearing into the small crowd.

Sirius made his way over to James giddy and smiley.

“Guess what.” He smiled his eyes still in a haze from your angelic form.

“What?"James drawled trying (and failing) to sound interested.

“I told her I loved her.”

James spat out the pumpkin juice he had taken a sip of, gaining everyone in a three foot radius attention, “You did what!?”

“Yeah I know!” the other boy bounced excitedly on his heels mistaking his friends misery for astonishment and happiness of his own actions. “She said it back too, I can't believe it! She's actually in love with me!” Sirius was practically bursting with joy as he broke his best friends heart into a million pieces.

“She's actually in love with you.” James whispered voice tearful and heart-broken as if he was realizing it for the first time.

“You okay man?” Remus asked coming up behind the pale boy.

“I think I feel a bit sick, i'm going to head back.” James muttered blinking back tears as he set his glass down and headed for the door.

“Oh okay.” Sirius said smile faltering for just a meer second.

Just as James neared the exit he had his hand grabbed and twirled around to be faced with the elegant y/e/c eyes he dreamt about.

“James, where are you going?” you asked a grin plastered on your soft pink lips.

He felt his tongue swell as his eyes took in your beautiful figure, your were nothing short of a piece of magnificent art. “I-I don't feel very well.” He managed to punch past the lump growing in his throat as he looked a what could never be his.

“Oh I'm sorry.” You said voice soft and laced with concern, “I'll talk to you later then, hope you feel better.” with that you turned to walk back to the party.

“Wait y/n!” James bit down on his tongue after he spoke wishing he hadn’t let those two words escape.

“Whats up James?” you asked turning back to face the breaking boy.

James felt the words he had been wanting to say building in his throat wanting desperately to escape. He swallowed again forcing those thoughts to stay just that; thoughts.

He managed a lopsided grimace before squeezing his eyes shut quickly and gasping out a sarrowfilled and broken, “Nothing.” before turning and walking quickly from the party before you could respond.

But I see you

With him slow dancing

Tearing me apart 'cause you don't see

Whenever you kiss him, I'm breaking,

Oh how I wish that was me

Over the next few weeks James learns slowly and, as always, painfully how to act normal around you. He would still feel himself breaking inside as Sirius pulled you into a kiss, but he kept it just there. Inside.

Now he stared at you pulling Sirius close to you and burying your head in his chest as you both swayed to the soft sound of the music he simply sighed downing his glass of fire whiskey in a quick gulp, hoping it would dull the pain.

It helped a bit but he dared not drink much more for fear of the false confidence he knew he would gain with a few more glasses, confidence that would take his friendship and rip it in two.

He looks at you, the way that I would

Does all the things, I know that I could

If only time could just turn back

' Cause I got three little words that I've always been dying to tell you

James looked down at the crowd below him and caught sight of you, feeling his heart soar before it dropped straight back into the ground. Sirius stood next to you holding a sign that read, "Kick some slithery ass!” in bright golden and red. This would have made him chuckle if the owner of the sign hadn't been staring at the girl of his dreams before leaning over and kissing her on the corner of her lips.

James could almost hear Sirius mutters a soft, “I just couldn't help it.” in your ear.

He couldn't blame him. He could barely help it himself.

He wished you were the one holding the sign, and that after this game he would be

able to go to hogsmeade with you and kiss the corner of your lips his hand locked with yours.

He wished he was the one who got to whisper, “I just couldn't help it” in your ear.

But he wasn't, so instead he flew through away from the heart wrenching couple and looked for something he could have. The quaffle.

But I see you

With him slow dancing

Tearing me apart 'cause you don't see

Whenever you kiss him, I'm breaking,

Oh how I wish that was me

Fire Whiskey was James Potter's new best friend. It wouldn't steal the love of his life away from him.

James had been doing okay but all rationalty had gone out the window when you had attacked him in a hug after he won the game. You had smelt of roses and pomegranates. The scent drove him crazy. He had wanted to freeze time and hold you forever, running his hands through your y/h/c hair.

When you pulled away not having you was so much more painful than before and he couldn't take the pain. So he numbed it.

He had taken four shots the second he had joined the party in the Gryffindor common room. The broken heart was now holding a bottle and bringing it to his lips as you drunkenly pulled an equally drunk Sirius into a sloppy make out session.

Godric, what James wouldn't have given for it to be him whose tongue was exploring your mouth.

Twice that night he almost fucked up his entire life and both times he had managed to stay sane enough to walk away from you and sit his ass back into a chair. After a third bailed attempt to say three little words to you he finally he stumbled upstairs and passed out on the floor.

With my hands on your waist, while we

dance in the moonlight

I wish it was me, that you'll call later on

cause you wanna say good night

Just like every other night, he dreamt of you.

This time you were dancing in a garden, the moonlight making you appear even more angelic than normal. You hair seemed to glow as you reached for his hand, bare feet twirling around on dewy grass. You soft lips were spread in their glorious lopsided smile. You had loved him. You had held him and ran your hands through his hair. You had kissed him softly lips tasting of strawberry and fire whiskey. You had wanted him, needed him, chosen him.

Then he woke to the sound of you leaving the room, hair in a messy bun, wearing Sirius t-shirt and boxers as you snuck from the room, bare foot, on hardwood floors. Because you had wanted him, needed him, chosen...him.

Cause I see you

With him slow dancing

Tearing me apart 'cause you don't see

Sirius was not blind. He saw the way his best friend looked at you. He saw the jealousy the anger, he saw all of it. He had hoped James was simply jealous of what he and y/n had wishing it for Lily and himself, but he was wrong and he had always known that.

“James.” He spoke when the two of them were in the library. They had been abandoned by Remus and Peter but were still in desperate need to study.

“Yeah?” James asked looking up sleepily from his half-finished transfiguration essay.

Siruis sighed deciding beating around the bush would only cause more pain, “I know your in love with y/n. ”

All of the previous tiredness that had found a home in James’ hazel orbs was now far from sight. The boy went pale, then red then pale again before he opened his mouth to speak, “I don’t kn-”

“Don't lie to me James. I know you better than I do myself, i'm not blind, I see the way you stare at her, the way you talk to her, just the way you act around her, its obvious.” Sirius deadpanned, he wasn't messing around.

James looked down ashamed of himself. He could feel his tears pushing through their defenses as the by he considered a brother spoke.

“James, I don't know how you fell for her, but I need you to move on." Sirius stared at the boy needing him to hear him, "I love her, she loves me and I know that this has been killing you, but I won't change how I feel about her because of you. I can’t. You guys and her are all I have, but I refuse to choose between the two. So you are going to have to swallow your feelings, bury them deep and keep your shit together. Not just for me but for her too.”

James looked up at Sirius’ stern face eyes glossy. “I will.”

Sirius squeezed his eyes shut in a silent prayer to keep his own tears down, he hated this conversation almost as much as James. “Thank you.”

James nodded and looked back down at his essay knowing he wasn't going to write anything meaningful for a long time.

But I see you

With him slow dancing

Tearing me apart 'cause you don't see

Whenever you kiss him, I'm breaking,

Oh how I wish

Oh how I wish, that was me

It became easier. The breaking became a dull throbbing pain, not great but better than the previous sharp stabbing he had felt before.

He didn't watch you anymore. He trained his eyes to look for red hair not y/h/c. He focused on everything he hated about you (a microscopic list) and everything he loved about Lily. He smiled more, dreamt less.

He tried not to wish for you but he still felt that deep desire not wanting to leave. He knew that with time he could do it. He avoided you, he needed space as well. He pushed you away best he could and focused, focused on anything but you.

James he knew that finally he was beginning to pick himself off of the grass and find the pieces of his heart to put back together. But he knew that you had one of those pieces and he was sure he would never quite get it back. Because a part of him would always be yours.

Oh how I wish, that was me

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White Lie

PART TWO

pairing - lorenzo berkshire x fem!reader

summary - After accidentally telling your mom you have a new boyfriend, you have to resort to your last option and ask your old friend turned enemy for help.

warnings - fake dating trope, cursing, mention of cheating, some bullying, Enzo being a little mean, grumpy x sunshine vibes, university au set in the states, not proof read (sorry)

wordcount - 2.8k

a/n - thank you guys so much for the nice comments on the first part <3 I'm glad you guys are liking it :)

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Enzo had come to pick you up bright and early Sunday morning, even getting out of the car to open the passenger door for you. And then he had the nerve to tell you one of the pretty bouquets neatly arranged in the backseat belonged to you. His good behaviour was annoying you to no end even though you were aware that you should be glad he’s taking this serious after all.

In order to avoid any meaningful conversation or a much likely fight from happening, you started quizzing the boy in the driver’s seat on the story you had come up with. Okay, maybe you had gone a little overboard with the four-page, detailed word doc you had sent him to study, but you wanted to make sure no question could possibly surprise you.

“When did we realize we like each other?” you questioned him, seeing in the quirk of his lips that he was done humouring you with actual answers.

“How about this? We had this huge fight after some party. You stormed outside and I followed you – it was pouring buckets, of course. And while you were there in the rain screaming at me, I noticed something. I noticed that the way your eyebrows scrunch up and those eyes flash at me in murderous glee every time we fight, actually doesn’t infuriate me at all! No, it really just encourages me to make you even angrier because I can’t get enough of it, because I think you just look so god damned cute when you’re mad at me.”

Rolling your eyes, you didn’t even try to interject, knowing he was having a moment and there was nothing to be done about it. The only option was to try and get him to wrap it up quicker. “Where is this going, Berkshire?”

“Well, of course, after I realized this I just had to do something about it. So, I took your face into my hands and I pulled you into the most swoon worthy kiss you could have imagined. Absolutely the dreamiest kiss ever, I’m telling you. Good enough it made your knees buckle and I had to catch you. And after that, you confessed that all this time – ever since we were little children – you had been secretly in love with me. And there’s that: Happily Ever Fucking After.”

He finished his story with a cheeky grin but didn’t even turn for a second to glance at your reaction. He hadn’t really looked at you since he started driving, you realized, eyes taking in the missing colour in his cheeks and the way his knuckles were turning white from how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. Maybe he was more nervous about lying to your families than he was letting on.

“That’s not the story you were supposed to memorize,” you told him with a shake of your head. “I already told you we should keep the lies as close to the truth as possible. We started hanging out through our friends knowing each other – Pansy and Blaise – and both apologized for being a pain in the other’s ass all this time. Then you eventually asked me out on a date, which went well. We ended up admitting to liking each other. And now we’re just trying to figure out where to go from there.”

Enzo scrunched up his face, still not taking his eyes of the road. “But that’s so boring. My story is way more exciting.”

“It’s not about being exciting, though. It’s about being believable,” you protested, slouching back into your seat. “You’re story sounds like the plot to some cringey rom-com.”

“Alright, first of all: Romantic Comedies are in no way cringe. You’re probably just too much of a grouch to enjoy any of the nice things life has to offer.” He took a shaky hand off the steering wheel to push away a strand of brown hair that had managed to fall into his eyes, only continuing speaking when both hands were back in their spots. “Secondly: Just because it might have been inspired by the twenty rom-com’s I’ve watched for research purposes this week, doesn’t make it less believable than your story. These things happen, the most unlikely people ending up together and things just falling into place. Those stories have to be inspired by something, right?”

“Those stories are made up by hopeless romantics who want to believe that fate will work everything out in their favour eventually,” you muttered, a sigh escaping through your nose. “But that’s not how the world works. So please stick to the story I came up with later?”

“Okay we’ll stick to your story,” he grumbled and you swore the skin of his face was getting paler by the second. You’d have to make sure to get some food into him at the next gas station.

“By the way,” you decided to change the topic, the shift in his mood almost palpable. “No offence to Rachel Platten or this song, but can we listen to anything else? I don’t even care what, you get to choose. I don’t think I can keep listening to ‘Fight Song’ for another two hours without going insane.”

“I can’t change the song,” he said quietly, fingers starting to fidget with a loose stitch in the leather of the steering wheel.

“That’s fine, I can do it. What’s your passcode?” you reached for his phone, assuming he didn’t want to take his eyes off the road.

“No, I mean I have to listen to this song,” Enzo went on, looking as if it was taking all of his focus to push the words out. “This is my driving song. It calms me down.”

“Your driving song?” you eyed the side of his head with raised brows. “Wait, are you nervous about the driving? I thought you were worried about the lying!”

Though his face was still void of all colours, a tint of red appeared on his neck, just beneath his ears. “Driving makes me a little nervous. I’m not a big fan of it but this song helps me. Now, can we please stop talking about it and just listen to the music?”

“But I see you driving all the time,” you kept pushing, still confused on why he even offered to drive in the first place.

“Well, just short distances usually. To school and back. I’m familiar with that drive and also get to listen to my calming song in peace,” Enzo told you with a roll of his eyes.

For a moment, you considered enjoying that you finally managed to get under his skin for once. But then you looked up at the grimace on his face again and pushed out a deep breath. “Pull over, Berkshire.”

“What? Here?” he asked, the nerves written so clearly all over his expression, you almost felt bad for him.

“In the next possible spot. I’ll take over for you,” you explained, keeping your eyes open for a space to stop. “Can’t have you looking like a ghost when we get there. And I also really want to listen to something else.”

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If your mother was surprised by seeing Enzo stand next to you when she opened the door, she didn’t show it. She quickly wrapped you up in a tight hug before moving on to him, lips spread into a large smile. “There you are! Was the drive over alright?”

“It was fine,” you replied, making your way inside to see the rest of your family already gathered in the living room, along with Enzo’s parents and one unfamiliar face.

Your dad was sitting on the sofa, your younger sister Jenny to his right and your older brother Mason to his left. Caleb, Mason’s four-year-old son was perched on his father’s lap but scrambled to the ground when he spotted you, his arms encircling your legs.

“Hey buddy,” you greeted your nephew, pushing a gentle hand through his curls. You would never admit it out loud, but this little boy was your favourite person. That might be a messed-up thing considering you loved your whole family and your two-year-old niece Thalia was possibly the cutest child you’ve ever seen.

But the last couple of holidays proved that little Caleb was truly the only person currently in this house to prefer you over the boy coming into the room behind you. Thalia had slowly become obsessed with him, crying whenever you tried to hold her because she wanted to go back to him. But your nephew always ran to you first, so he had earned his special place in your heart.

Thalia was currently in her mother’s arms. Erica, your brother’s wife was standing next to the fireplace with Enzo’s parents, sending you a small wave before going back to her conversation. Jenny’s fiancé was nowhere to be seen, and a small part of you almost hoped that there was trouble in paradise.

You had nothing against the guy. Landon was nice, he treated your sister well and so far he had really tried to become part of the family. The only downside was that he was related to your ex-boyfriend. That, and the fact that you weren’t super happy about the fact that your sister got engaged to her first boyfriend at nineteen.

“So,” Jenny’s fixed her gaze on you, her eyes flashing. “There’s no new boyfriend after all?”

With a roll of your eyes, you stepped out of your nephews hug to take a seat in one of the armchairs, folding your arms across your chest. “Hello to you too, Jen. I’m fine, how are you?”

“Don’t change the subject,” she narrowed her eyes at you. “See mom, I told you she was full of shit.”

Mason sent her a glare for cursing in front of the kids but Jenny shrugged it off, a content smirk sneaking its way onto her face. Before you had the chance to defend yourself, Enzo sat down on the armrest beside you, putting his hand flat on the small of your back, sliding it up until it was cupping the back of your neck as he gently pulled your body against his.

“I told you, we should have given them a heads up, Babe.” You didn’t need to look at him to know he was sporing his signature charming grin as the Jenny’s smirk vanished.

“Wait, what?” your mother’s voice exploded from the doorway. For a moment, everyone’s attention was on her and Enzo’s mom as they exchanged excited looks. You used the chance to try and relax your body, hoping no one could tell how stiff your muscles felt and how much you had to concentrate on not scooting away from the warmth Enzo’s body was radiating.

“Is this really finally happening?” Michelle, Enzo’s mother, squealed as she squeezed her husbands arm.

Glancing awkwardly around the people now staring at you again, all mustering you with different expressions on their faces, you forced a smile on your own face. Resting a hand on Enzo’s knee, you said, “Surprise!”

Mason was the first to make any noise after that, his snort catching everyone’s attention as he mentioned to the guy you didn’t know still standing near the kitchen door. “Well, this is a little awkward.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” you mom addressed the guy with a grimace. “I really didn’t think she was being serious.”

What was she talking about? Also, why was everybody so convinced that you had been lying on the phone? You were, of course, but that wasn’t the point. “Mom, who’s this?”

“Sweetie, this is Ryan. My co-worker’s son. Remember I told you about him?”

You rubbed at your temples, already feeling another headache brewing in your skull. “And why is he here?”

“I invited him because I thought you just said you had a new boyfriend to get me off your back,” your mom explained, unknowingly hitting the nail right on the head. “I just wanted you to give him a chance.”

With a sigh, you didn’t even care about the ‘no unnecessary touching’ rule you set yourself, letting your head drop to rest against Enzo’s leg. The skin of his hand felt hot against your neck where it was still resting, and weirdly enough, focusing on it helped keeping your nerves at bay.

Noticing the awkward tension now filling the room, Enzo nodded at the poor guy still leaning against the doorframe. “Nice to meet you, Ryan. Sorry to disappoint, but this one is taken. I’m sure you’re still welcome to stay for dinner, though.”

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Ryan, thankfully, decided not to stay for dinner. And as the mom’s started preparing side dishes in the kitchen and the dad’s went out to get the grill started, you sat yourself down in the garden with your niece and nephew to try and avoid getting interrogated by the adults.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Mason and Erica talking to Enzo and you hoped he was behaving himself and sticking to the story you had come up with. So far, everything had gone surprisingly well. Everyone seemed excited and accepted the lie without problems. Enzo had been right, your mother’s were basically over the moon excited, saying this was the best mother’s day gift you could have given them. They still melted when your pretend boyfriend brought in the flower bouquets and handed one to each of them, also having gotten three smaller ones for Erica, Jenny and Thalia.

You had to admit, it was easy to see why your family loved him this much. If he tried, he was disgustingly charming and at first glance, you’d think there wasn’t a single bad bone in his body.

The only person you were a little worried about was your sister. She had been eying you all day, barely speaking a word with you while the other’s were around. But now, much to your annoyance, she was making her way over to where you were sitting in the grass next to the sandbox, supervising the children.

She took a seat next to you, offering you one of the glasses of lemonade she had brought with her. “I hope you know what you’ve gotten yourself into,” Jenny started with a huff.

You had to keep yourself from rolling your eyes again. “What are you talking about?”

“Dating Enzo,” she added, as if that cleared anything up. When you looked at her questioningly she let out a sigh before going on. “I just hope you’re sure about it. You better don’t mess this up like you did with Brad. If this ends badly it’s going to break mom, you know. And it’s going to make it super complicated for all of us.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you grumbled, reaching over to help Thalia with filling up her bucket.

“It’s weird you know,” Jenny kept talking, gaze looking past you to where Enzo was laughing with Mason. “That no one knew the two of you were dating. I mean we all thought it would happen a couple years ago but lately we’ve been scared you might kill each other at one of these dinners.”

“We made up. People do that sometimes,” you scoffed, hoping the food would be ready soon so this conversation would be over.

“He didn’t even post you anywhere. And there’s nothing on your page as well,” Jenny said as she leaned back onto her arms, now mustering the side of your face, probably hoping to see that she was successfully riling you up. “Enz usually posts everything. Probably means he isn’t really serious about you.”

“We already said, we wanted it to be a surprise,” you accidentally knocked Thalia’s bucket over as you turned to face her, quickly pushing the sand back in before the girl noticed.

It was a relief when your mom appeared at the sliding door leading into the living room, calling everyone inside to eat. Pushing yourself up, you went to pick up your niece, desperate to get away from your sister’s prying.

Jenny stopped you, grabbing your arm. “Just don’t mess this up, okay? For once in your life, make sure this doesn’t end with someone hurt.”

You gaped at her, unsure how to respond to what she said. Jenny ignored your look, taking Caleb’s hand to take him inside, leaving you frozen in your spot with Thalia pulling at your hair, wondering if that’s what the others were thinking too.

Enzo was walking up to you, eyebrows furrowed and something looking almost like concern flashing in his eyes. "You okay?"

"Perfectly fine," you mumbled, not complaining when his hand went back to your back, gently pushing you towards the house.

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