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mercurymilkshakes · 1 year

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Pre-Christmas Gifts | Remus Lupin

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: remus lupin x gn! reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): none

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: remus went way over budget on your christmas gift, but it’s the thought that counts.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓(𝐒): “that’s far too expensive!” “it’s alright.”

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.4k

There was a chilling breeze in the air. A slight wind that nipped at noses and cheeks, causing any exposed beings to shove their faces beneath layers upon layers of fluffy, warm clothing as they pushed through the flurry of sparkling white snow.

Observing the winter wonderland that had become of the world outside your ice-frosted window, you sighed gratefully into the mug of hot cocoa you’d swiped from the kitchens, thankful that you were indoors under a pile of cozy throw blankets instead of outdoors getting pelted by charmed snowballs on the Hogwarts grounds.

Although, you certainly wouldn’t mind the objectively peaceful atmosphere of the outside realm- at least compared to your current surroundings.

“Y/N, when are we gonna do gifts?” James Potter whined as he leaned over the back of the worn red common room couch and adjusted the jingling antler headband upon his head.

“It’s not even Christmas yet, pea brain.” You chuckled, sipping on the wonderfully sweet drink that kept your hands pleasantly warm.

“But we can hardly wait for tomorrow.” Sirius joined in the groaning, wrapping an arm around James’ shoulder and flicking the pom-pom of his elf hat away from his face so as to give you his best puppy dog eyes.

Peter quickly joined the mix, a much longer elf hat with opposite red and green stripes to Sirius’ adorning his own head.

“Pipe down, all of you.” Remus muttered tiredly, shuffling over in his ratty brown slippers to place a gentle kiss on your forehead before collapsing in the armchair next to the window seat you currently occupied.

You chuckled warmly at his exhausted state, “Have they been bothering you all night or something?”

“You’ve no idea.” He sighed, pushing his hair beneath the fluffy lining of his Santa hat- the one that perfectly matched your own.

“Pleaaaase?” James whined, “Just one gift! We can each pick just one gift from one person, right? That way we still have gifts tomorrow!”

You sigh heavily. After hours upon hours of the boys’ endless complaining, you found yourself defeated by their tirelessness.

“One present.” You warn, raising a single finger to emphasize your statement.

Even with a hand over his eyes, Remus could tell that you’d made the action, and decidedly joined you by raising his unoccupied hand in a crude gesture, “Just one.”

You laugh at the sight of his middle finger and swat at his arm, causing him to chuckle and pull his hand away from his eyes, looking at you with mirth and adoration as the other three boys began jumping up and down in excitement.

“I choose Sirius’ gift!” James shouted, dashing for the medium, poorly wrapped box beneath one of the three Christmas trees in the Gryffindor common room.

“Aw, mate, you don’t wanna do that.” Sirius laughed with a shake of his head.

His words fell on deaf ears as James was already tearing at the paper and practically gnawing through the tape.

Just as suddenly as he had opened the gift, the unsuspecting box pushed a volcano of confetti directly in the boy’s face.

The room erupted in cackles as James furiously tried to huff the little red and green bits out of his nose.

“I warned you,” Sirius grinned proudly, “Could have been worse too, there was a sale on stink bombs that Peter had to force me not to buy.”

“You’re welcome.” Peter nodded with a sly smile, knowing the mess that the confetti caused was likely much more awful than Sirius’s original plan.

James ignored the mess and reached into the box, pulling out a small golden ball that unfurled its delicate wings at his touch, “Where’d you get a snitch?”

“Stole it from the school’s quidditch supplies, obviously.” Sirius stated in a ‘duh’ tone.

“Thanks, Pads, this is really neat.” A glint reflected off the boys glasses as he tossed the snitch in the air. A small shimmer of gold and subtle firelight from the fireplace he sat aside.

“Yeah, yeah, my turn! I pick… Y/N’s.” He snatched the gift bag from the ground and tossed the tissue paper to the floor, eagerly pulling out a large leather-bound book with gold embellishments.

Despite your dissatisfaction with the boys for having forced you to cave, you sat up ever so slightly to see the boy’s reaction.

“It’s.. a book?” Sirius seemed confused, and even the slightest bit disappointed.

“Read the front, dumbass.” Remus jerked his head as Peter took the book from his hands and turned it over, forcing it back into his hold.

“The marauders…” Sirius read, “a collection of family photos and portraits.”

Still confused, he unclasped the book and observed the first page, which has a messy collage of enchanted photographs depicting him and his dear friends, “You made a… family scrapbook? For us?”

“I just- I wanted you to always remember that there’s more than one kind of family…”

Sirius having been disowned the previous summer had affected all the group differently- but one thing that they had all maintained was that even if Sirius’s parents didn’t want him to think so, he always had a family in you and the boys.

“It’s… it’s brilliant, thank you.” Sirius blinked heavily and turned the pages gingerly, as if scared he would ruin them with anything more than a feather-light touch.

You smiled gently, sending a thankful look to the others, who had helped you put together the scrapbook with collections of their own photos.

“My turn,” Peter smiled, picking randomly off the small pile of his gifts, “I suppose it’s James’.”

Carefully, he tore away the messy bow and wrapping paper to reveal a brand new wizards chess set.

“Because I absolutely destroyed your last one.” James chuckled sheepishly, “Still sorry about that, by the way.”

“It’s alright. Now we can have a rematch after dinner.” Peter challenged lightheartedly, not having been affected by the loss of his previous chess set as much as James’ guilty conscious thought.

“You’re on.” James grinned.

“Well- I already know what Wormtail got me.” Remus plucked the gift bag off his own pile of presents, reaching in and tugging out a chocolate bar, opening it and breaking it apart, offering you some as he stuffed his own piece in his mouth.

“Thanks, Pete.” He uttered with his mouth full, earning a chuckle and shake of Peter’s head.

“Your turn, Y/N.” James urged, shuffling over to your pile, readying to bring you whatever you chose.

“Hmmm…” You considered your options as you set your empty mug on a side table, recognizing Sirius’ poorly hidden mischievous look and deciding the safest option was the best, “I pick Remus’.”

James nodded diligently and found a small gift among the clutter, bringing it over to you and presenting it to you as if it were a knight’s sword being offered to your royal self.

You roll your eyes at his antics, grabbing the gift and tearing carefully through the wrapping, revealing a small, plush box that you popped open.

A bright, shiny gold pocket watch greeted you with a sparkling wink, the engravings of various animal prints surrounding the face.

As you looked closer, you realized the animal prints weren’t random, and were in fact all of your animagi prints- cloven hooves, paws and claws forming a brilliant, subtle pattern— and in the direct centre, an incredible full moon that seemed to shimmer with a realistic silver glow.

“Perhaps it had more meaning to me.” Remus admitted sheepishly, “I just thought…”

He trailed off as you clicked the watch open, realizing it wasn’t an ordinary time-telling pocket watch, but it also had an enchanted calendar in the top- depicting the moon cycles and the date of the next full moon.

“You keep tabs on me anyway, I just thought I’d maybe.. make your job a bit easier…”

He violently mistook the frown on your face for disappointment, and you realized this as he began to flush nervously and over-explain his choice of gift- so you decided to quiet his burning thoughts, “Remus, this is lovely, but… this is far too expensive.”

You knew his financial situation wasn’t necessarily the best thing in the world, and it worried you that he seemed to spend so much on such a fantastic gift. An enchanted gold pocket watch? It was definitely out of your agreed budget.

Yet he just smiled, and settled back in his seat, “Not if it’s for you. It’s alright.”

You grinned back at the boy, sharing in his stark look of love and affection as James hung himself over your shoulder in an attempt to see your gift better, being swatted away by Sirius, who was trying to do the exact same.

“Geez, Moony, and what’d you get us?” Sirius joked as he admired the detailing of your present.

“You’ll find out tomorrow, arsehole.”

It’s been so long, but we are back with a Christmas gift! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, I hope you enjoy this little one shot I put together. - ♠️

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nerds-worlds-blog · 5 months

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December, my favourite time of year, when being in the mauraders fandom is no longer depressing for one whole month

#james x regulus #ao3 fanfic #jegulus #bookaholic #wolfstar #remus lupin #harry potter #christmas #mauraders #maurders era

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mxed-salad-greens · 4 months

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james and sirius duet baby it’s cold outside and last christmas and each year they swap who does what part

#sirius black #sirius orion black #james potter #mauraders #christmas

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staggeringly-handsome-potter · 4 months

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@rabbit-1961 Peter sent me the best fancy hack!?

#mauraders rp #for christmas

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your-brightest-star · 4 months

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4 for the christmas asks!

4. Do you like Eggnog?

Yeah! I just tried it this year actually? Remus let me try some. Then soon regretted that descision

#mauraders rp #Sirius answers ✨#christmas asks

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nadinebrooks · 1 year

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Here is the link to my masterlist.

James Potter x Reader: All I Want for Christmas is You

Warnings: Absolutely nothing but fluff.

It was nice to finally have some real friends. I hadn't had a real friend since I was a young child before I started attending Hogwarts.

I just wanted people to be my friend because they liked me and not because they wanted something from me. My first couple of years at Hogwarts, I was constantly surrounded by people, but the majority of them were not my real friends.

It took me much longer than I care to admit to realize that everyone isn't your friend. Just because you hang around someone and laugh with them doesn't make them your friend. People will pretend to be your friend to get whatever they can out of you.

My dad used to be Beater on a professional Quidditch team. People liked to think that if they acted like my friend they'd be able to meet my dad, get some private lessons out of him, or maybe even get tickets to a couple of matches.

At first I did give people tickets to matches and allowed them to meet my dad. I thought that giving these things to people would make them want to be my friend. But after I gave them what they wanted, they left me. Even though I was always surrounded by people, I was completely alone.

When I first got to Hogwarts, I enjoyed all the attention. I never had to worry about who I was going to sit with in the Great Hall or who I was going to sit by in class. There was always someone who wanted to sit beside me. I realized none of these people truly wanted to know me. They just wanted to use me.

After some time of struggling to find real friends, I met the Mauraders during my fourth year. I took a chance on sitting with them on the train one year and it was the best decision of my life. Now three years later, we had become the best of friends. I would do anything to meet them earlier. None of them had ever said or done anything to make me believe that they were being my friend for the wrong reasons.

The Gryffindor common room was always cozy during the winter holidays. At the moment, I was sitting on one of the couches snuggled up with a good book and a mug of butterbeer. Looking out the window, I saw that it had finally began to snow. This was my absolute favorite time of the year.

I read for about an hour or so until I noticed that the common room had been really quiet lately. This was not normal. There was no sign of the boys so who knows what kind of trouble they had gotten into. I shrugged it off and kept reading until I dozed off.

"Wake up sleeping beauty." I have no idea how long I had been asleep, but I slowly opened my eyes to meet a pair of warm brown eyes and messy black hair. I felt my cheeks heat up from being so close to James.

I had always had a little crush on him, but I tended to ignore those feelings because I knew it would change the whole dynamic of the entire friend group. It took me a long time to find these friends and I wasn't going to do anything to jeopardize that.

I had a feeling that James would never feel the same way about me. He had his eye on Lily for the longest. Sirius had mentioned that he had feelings for another girl, but I didn't think so. There was no way he was going to let Lily go.

"I'm awake." I yawned and jokingly rolled my eyes. I lightly pushed him away from me, but he didn't budge. He cocked his head to the side and his eyes never left mine.

Eventually, I looked away from him. I could never hold eye contact with him for long. He didn't say anything for a minute, but then plopped down on the couch beside me.

He then adjusted himself so that his head in my lap. I reached down and started running my fingers through his hair and scratching his scalp. He let out a couple of low moans. I couldn't help but smile at the image. He was absolutely perfect. We sat like that for a while neither of us saying much of anything,

"What do you want for Christmas?" James was the first one to break the silence. I glanced down at him to see that he still hadn't opened his eyes. I guess he was enjoying the silence in the common room as well.

"I haven't really given it much thought James. Maybe a new sweater or a pair of shoes."

"That's a good gift." Was all he said before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a golden snitch. He liked to carry that thing around everywhere he went. It was one of his favorite memories. It was one of my favorites as well. All of my memories with James were pretty pleasant. James caught that snitch during our fifth year when Gryffindor beat Slytherin in the championship.

When James finally caught the snitch, I pushed my way through the stands until I reached the field. I sprinted to James with his outstretched arms. Jumping into his arms, it felt as if this is how it was supposed to be.

I let go of him and I thought we were we were going to kiss. I felt it and I know he felt it. But the second he started leaning in towards me, we were bombarded by the rest of the Mauraders. Leave it to them to ruin a perfectly good moment. It was nothing new.

I stared at the snitch and watched its wings fluttering in James' grasp. I recall him telling me something about how they have memories. They remember the first person that touched them. He let the snitch go and it flitted around the common room for a little bit before returning to his outstretched hand. He did this a couple of times over and over again.

"Where's the dog?" I finally questioned after I had gotten bored of watching the two of them.

"The last time I saw him he was outside playing in the snow with his new girl of the week. I believe she's in Ravenclaw."

"Are you sure? The last time I heard, he was dating a girl in Gryffindor." I sadly sighed. "I wish he would stop playing around with all these girl's feelings. It's not fair."

"Speaking of..." James grumbled looking towards the entrance of the common room. It was Sirius' girl from last week, Amanda Harrison. Maybe this was the girl that I was thinking of and he had now moved on to a girl in Ravenclaw.

She stomped into the common room and over to the window. She crossed her arms glaring out the window. She must be watching Sirius and his new girl playing outside. The girl whipped around to the both of us her eyes glassy with tears.

"He promised he wouldn't just use me and then leave. All my friends told me not to trust him, but like an idiot I believed him."

"I'm gonna go talk to him." James sighed and headed out the portrait hole. The girl dragged the back of her hand across her eyes trying to dry the tears and sat down beside me. I gave her a sympathetic smile and held on to her hands. She looked like she just wanted to talk and I was more than happy to be a listening ear.

"I know that you're around him all the time. How have you managed not to fall in love with him?"

"I have no interest in Sirius whatsoever. I never have." I shrugged.

"Oh." I could see the wheels turning in her head but I had no idea what she was trying to work out. "Does that mean you have a thing for James?"

"Something like that." I grumbled, "but he has absolutely no interest in me."

"Are you serious?" Amanda threw her head back and laughed. "Have you seen the way he looks at you?"

"What are you talking about?" I raised my eyebrow at her.

"You mean to tell me you've never noticed the way James looks at you? He looks at you as if you are the only thing in this world that truly matters."

"Why have I never noticed that ?"

"I guess you're just never looking when he does." She pointed out letting out a small sigh. "If a guy looked at me the way he looks at you I would marry him on the spot."

I wasn't sure what to make of anything Amanda was saying. I knew she had no reason to lie to me. She wouldn't make this up for her gain. I ran upstairs to my room, grabbed a sweater, gave a quick thanks to Amanda, and went outside to find James. I needed to talk to him.

I trudged through the ankle deep snow and found James standing under a small tree watching Remus and Sirius play in the snow.

"Hi." His eyes lit up when he saw me and I was seriously starting to consider what Amanda told me. He held out a hand and when I took it he gently pulled me into him wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. "Back in the common room you never asked me what I wanted." James mumbled. I could tell he was pouting and I let out a little giggle.

"What do you mean?"

"I asked what you wanted for Christmas when I was laying in your lap in the common room. You told me that you wanted either a sweater or a pair of shoes. You never asked what I wanted."

"You remember what I wanted?" I was surprised. I pulled away from him and looked up into his eyes then back down at my snow covered boots and then over to the frozen lake.

Whenever I get nervous around James, I can never look him in the eye. I usually just end up staring at my shoes.

"Of course I remembered (y/n)." He lowly chuckled using his one finger under my chin to force me to look up at him. We were standing so close that I could see the exact color of his eyes. There were a couple of flecks of green mixed in with his brown. "I remember everything about you (y/n)."

"What do you want for Christmas?" I swallowed getting more and more nervous every second that we were standing this close.

"You."

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trashmouth-padfoot · 1 year

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Sirius hated Christmas. Before attending Hogwarts, Christmas wasn’t truly celebrated at the Grimmauld Place. The Blacks found it stupid to celebrate what they considered a Muggle holiday, despite so so so many purebloods doing it as well. He hated receiving gifts, because it never felt real. Gifts were always the butt of some sick way of getting Sirius to mess up; his parents often did that to validate a reason to punish him. Sirius wasn’t stupid. The few times that Regulus would get him something, he wouldn’t hide it well enough, and his parents found him out, and he was promptly punished; any gift that Regulus managed to get Sirius was always Muggle related: albums from his favorite Muggle bands, merchandise from said bands, things of that matter.

During their first year at Hogwarts, all of the Mauraders went home. Sirius solely because he wanted to check on Reg. He had been sending letters, which began receiving less and less replies over the months.

That Christmas was the first time Regulus and him fought. They never really had the ability to before hand; their parents hated when they got loud. But over those months, his parents had somehow convinced Regulus that Sirius was the epitome of a disgrace, and that Regulus should be ashamed of and hate him. That hurt more than anything Sirius could have ever predicted. Sirius would’ve taken disownment over his own little brother regarding him like that, it would’ve hurt less.

He cried himself to sleep after that fight, and simply refused to leave his bedroom the rest of that Christmas; not a single Black cared for it.

The following year, Sirius stayed at Hogwarts. His mates were shocked.

“I thought you said you missed your parents?” Peter said questioningly, furrowing his brows. Sirius shrugged, knocking his head back. James, who was currently redoing the mandrake leaf step of the animagus process, and who had to restart said step because it fell out while he was talking, scribbled down on a paper, ‘we can stay with you if you want’.

Sirius glanced at his friends and then at his hands, which rested in his lap.

“You wouldn’t have to. I’m just going to fuck around. Give Filch a run for his money.” James snorted and Sirius gave a grin.

“I can ask my Mum and Dad,” Peter suggested and James nodded as if to say he would to. Peter and James glanced at Remus, and Sirius didn’t. Sirius knew Remus preferred being home for his transformations, where his mother was there to nurse him back to health and he could be somewhere he knew and trusted while he transformed. They tended to have deep conversations when neither of them could sleep, just sitting next to each other in the window, gazing lazily at the grass below and the constellations above. Sirius sincerely doubted Remus’ compliance to staying, and would never blame him.

“I’ll write Mum, I’ll stay.” Sirius’ head shot up, locking with Remus, who gave a smile.

“You don’t have to, Moony,” Sirius said breathlessly, an odd, unfamiliar feeling swirling through his stomach. “I know-”

“And if I don’t stay you shits are going to do something stupid that I didn’t help plan and probably get yourselves expelled,” Remus retaliated, almost defensively. Sirius blinked a moment before smiling.

“Thank you..”

“Of course.”

Four days before Christmas was the full moon, and Sirius didn’t have the energy to give Madam Pomfrey the pleasantry of him showing up after Remus did. He was anxious; his brother had went home for Christmas. Despite him and Regulus not getting on, he still worried heavily for his little brother, as he was the one who protected him, took the blame for everything wrong Regulus would do, and the one who helped Regulus stay out of it, putting so much attention onto himself that Regulus’ fuck ups were merely ignored. Sirius couldn’t do that thousands of miles away in a total different country.

Pomfrey had attempted to engage him in conversation about four times. He just continued pacing the Hospital Wing, all of his nails already bitten down to the bed. He began to gnaw on the skin around his nails, the taste of iron filling his mouth. He didn’t care. The idle pain was a good distraction.

“Mr. Black!” Sirius flinched and looked to Madam Pomfrey. “Please go back to your dormitory?”

“Remus-”

“Mr. Lupin will be okay-”

“I need to be here,” Sirius choked out, gesturing to nothing as if it helped. “I need- I-” He took a huge drawl of breath, biting down on his nail again. “You don’t get it,” he grumbled defensively, continuing to pace.

“At least sleep here? We both know he won’t be returning until early morning.” Sirius stared at Pomfrey. He knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep. No way. He swallowed, looking back at the white tile under him.

“I won’t be able to.” Madam Pomfrey took a long inhale, placing a gentle hand on Sirius’ shoulder.

“Would you like some Sleeping Draught? Just enough to put you to sleep until Mr. Lupin returns?” Sirius considered it for a moment, before deducing he probably would get a nightmare, and did not want to be with Remus while overtly jittery.

“No. No thank you, ma’am.” Pomfrey sighed.

“I will be in the room over. Please don’t touch anything.” Madam Pomfrey insisted. The boys would never prank Pomfrey, as she has done so much for the lot of them, considering James apparently fancied falling off his broom nearly twice a week, at practice or not.

“Okay.” Pomfrey left, and Sirius returned to pacing. He paced for hours, the nail of his left pinkie was almost gone, and he had accidentally gnawed so much of his left ring finger that it wouldn’t stop bleeding. Pomfrey tiredly entered to find Sirius haphazardly trying to stop the bleeding while trying to not make a mess. He was failing in both respects.

“Mr. Black,” Pomfrey said breathlessly, instantly taking his hand and waving her wand. The bleeding stopped and she cleaned it enough to examine what Sirius had done to himself. He wiped the blood off his chin with the back of his palm, watching as Pomfrey sighed and mumbled some spells. He watched as the skin on his fingers repaired themselves, and his nails returned to a natural height. She then cleaned up the several droplets of blood covering the floor.

Sirius jolted when none other than Hagrid ducked inside, a half conscious Remus Lupin in his arms.

“How bad was it?” Pomfrey asked As Hagrid gently laid Remus on the bed. Sirius went to approach, but Pomfrey waved a hand, forcing him back. Sirius chewed on his lip, tugging at the front of his sleep shirt.

“Seems rough. Not the worst.” They both were comparing it to the first transformation at Hogwarts, when Remus was bed ridden for two weeks afterward. Sirius rarely slept in the dorm those two weeks, bringing Remus assignments and working on them with him the whole of those weeks. Sirius barely ate.

Sirius forced his way to see Remus, a frown digging into his lips as he observed huge lash marks across Remus’ arms and chest, clearly self inflicted.

He reached and wound his hand with the werewolf, who weakly smiled, peeling his eyes open to look at Sirius.

“Did you sleep?” Remus asked, voice raw as he tilted his head to observe Sirius better.

“I couldn’t.” Remus drug his thumb across Sirius’ knuckles.

“I figured,” he whispered, eyes falling closed again. “Did you do the Yknow already?”

“Of course I did. At this rate, I’ll be the next one done.” Peter, ever the overachiever, had already reached his Animagus form, not having to redo anything more than once based off a technicality.

Remus gave Sirius a weak smile before Pomfrey insisted he give Remus space. Remus didn’t release his hand, and Sirius smiled, that weird feeling returning.

Sirius stayed with Remus for the entirety of his three day recovery, refusing any food that Pomfrey would send up, and refusing to eat any chocolate that Peter and James brought, giving it to Remus.

“It’s Christmas Eve,” James announced the obvious as the four sat in the common room, it being empty because nearly all of the Gryffindors returning home for Christmas.

“Wow, I didn’t know you we’re that observant James,” Remus said with a cocked brow, and Sirius giggled, raising his brows.

“Oh shut it. I got you guys gifts.” Sirius stomach felt upset.

“Oh,” Sirius said, unable to hide his tone. He quickly recovered. “I didn’t get you guys-”

“That’s alright mate,” James said, shrugging. “I didn’t think you would.”

The next morning, gifts were at each of the boys’ feet, save for Sirius. There was no pile of neatly wrapped gifts for him, and no letters with a gentle mother’s hand writing.

The others noticed it instantly.

“Your Mum and Dad didn’t get you anything?” James asked. Sirius shrugged.

“We don’t celebrate. Reggie gets me stuff sometimes, but he hates me, so.” Sirius stood, tryin to avoid his friends as he hurried to the restroom. Hopefully, they all would have opened their gifts, and he wouldn’t have to watch and be reminded of how neglectful his parents were.

He took his time, surprised when they all sat in a circle in the middle of the dorm; each boy with his own pile. Sirius realized quickly he had a spot between James and Remus, and his spot had five gifts. He blinked, stomach upset.

“Cmon sit. We’re gonna open ‘em.” Sirius begrudgingly sat. They took turns opening them, and Sirius watched as James received a broom care kit, Peter received a stack of books, and as Remus received a leather bound journal. “You’re go, mate.”

Sirius’ face twitched.

Two of his gifts were neatly wrapped, two were in bags that clearly indicated a Hogsmeade purchase, and one was wrapped neatly with cardboard paper and twine. He went for that one first, gently undoing the twine.

It was a sweater. A dark brown and grey sweater, much like the kind Remus wears often. He blinked at it for a long time, glancing to Remus, who indicated that the gift was from him prior to opening. Remus gave a knowing smile. Sirius had no clue how to react. Of course, he was grateful. But he felt severely on edge.

James opened his second present, seemingly understanding. They went around the circle again before Sirius grabbed at a nicely wrapped present which indicated it was from Mrs. Potter. He glanced at James and he grinned, nodding Sirius on. Sirius opened the gift, finding three things in the box. Another sweater, yet this one was tightly knit and felt a little scratchier than Remus’, a book, and a small Polaroid picture that moved. The picture was from the pick up day their first year, and all of four of them were on top of each other, hugging and grinning for the photo. Mini-Mauraders all seemed to tease each other every once in awhile.

“Mum helped me get them, yknow, proper. All of us have one,” James said, seemingly embarrassed that the one who doesn’t know how to receive gifts received the gift he was most anxious about giving.

“Thank you, James,” Sirius whispered, unable to smile. James nodded and continued the circle. It returned to Sirius, and he opened the other neatly wrapped gift, it being a Exploding Snap deck from Peter. Then, after the next round, he opened a Hogsmeade bag, finding a note indicating it was from Remus, and then a small watch was inside. He glanced at Remus, and Remus smiled. He couldn’t help but return it, that weird feeling returning.

On the next round, he opened the other Hogsmeade bag from James, finding a mirror.

“Mate, I know I’m handsome but this is-”

“No, you dunce, I have the other mirror, see.” He picked it out of his trunk and shook it. “It’s so we can talk! Yknow, when we aren’t with each other. Especially in those shit detentions Filch always dishes out where he has us in like total different parts of the castle.” Sirius felt a grin tug at his lips.

“Yeah. Thats- wow. Thanks.” James grinned and nodded.

“How’s that for a good Christmas,” Peter said, nudging Sirius. Sirius smiled stupidly as he watched his friends open their other presents.

Maybe Christmas wasn’t so terrible.

#mauraders #james potter #mauraders era #sirius black #regulus black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #james & peter & remus & sirius #christmas #the noble house of black #the black brothers

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Christmas post! (but on boxing day I’m sorry)

Also posted on AO3 and Instagram

As the night got colder, the cheers and laughs got louder in the Gryffindor dorm, everyone drowning in celebration. Presents were unwrapped, pranks were made and punch was spilled. Kisses were shared under the mistletoe and everyone was silently hoping for a certain someone to accidentally end up under with them. Said someone piss drunk on the couch, draped across Remus.

The night was young, and young love was to be seen everywhere. Innocent, sweet love could be found everywhere, even in the most unexpected places. James Potter was looking for his young lover, his secret, one no one would ever guess.

Two hours of silent longing later, James had to excuse himself from the festivities, heading to his room to find out exactly where his darling was.

His search led him to the astronomy tower, where his favourite Black brother was watching the sky with an innocence many would be surprised to see on face.

“Hey love,”

Regulus turned around slowly, his fingers loosening around the railing as his body visibly relaxed.

“My Atlantis,”

“Like—like the lost city? The one that sinked?” James stuttered out, confusion taking over for a minute or two.

“mhm,” letting go of the railing, he walked towards James, the sleeves of James’ sweater almost covering the tips of his fingers.

“Would you sink to the bottom of the ocean with me, my lover?” A red flush was on his cheeks, either from the cold or whatever alcohol was passed around in the Slytherin dorms. He raised a cold finger and ran it along James’ jaw, standing up on his tiptoes and moving even closer to James’ lips.

“Like Pyramus and Thisbe, a perfect kind of love,” the words were barely above a whisper, his free hand slipping down to cling onto James’ shirt. The barely noticeable scent of alcohol clung to Regulus’ clothes, hidden under someone else’s cologne.

“Your favourite,” James said, his volume mirroring Regulus’.

Regulus tilted his head up, shifting his gaze from James’ neck to his face, keeping his eyes locked with his.

Moving both hands to James’ shoulders, he used it to pull himself up to leave a quick peck on James’ lips, before tilting his head to deepen the kiss, leaving a breathy moan against James’ mouth when he tilted his head to reciprocate. That left an opening for James’ to enter his tongue, his fingers digging into the skin beneath Regulus’ sweater, his hands wrapped around his waist. Walking him backward while still snogging him like tomorrow doesn’t exist. Picking Regulus up like he weighed nothing, he placed him onto the railing, drawing a breathy moan out of him.

He keeps kissing him and Regulus is drowning. Sinking into James Potter but he just can’t help himself because it’s James sodding Potter and how is Regulus supposed to not enjoy snogging him. When he’s right there and he’s snogging him like he’s the only person that exists to him. Like he truly does love him. And Regulus can’t help but think that he could just stay there and drown in the miracle that is James and never have to take a breath again because James is all he needs. He is his oxygen, his lifeline, the heart racing in his chest. James is the only thing Regulus needs to survive and he's okay with that. Because James is kissing him like he thinks that all he needs forever is Regulus. His whole life, his past, present and future is in his arms and it’s name is Regulus Arcturus Black.

Eventually, they do have to pull it away, their foreheads against each other as they catched their breath. Regulus’ eyes stayed trained onto where their hands were interlocked on his lap, leaning into James’ hold.

“I’d sink to the bottom of the ocean with you, Reg,” James answered his question from earlier, pulling his hand away from Regulus’ to tilt his chin up. “Like Pyramus and Thisbe,” and he leaned down to leave another kiss on Regulus’ red and swollen lips, a quick and innocent peck on the lips before he was staring into Regulus’ eyes again.

“You’d die with me?”

“I’d die for you, my lover,” And he meant it. James Potter would gladly throw himself on a sword for Regulus. Without hesitation.

“I’d die for you. Not the other way around. I’d rather drown than let you die before me.” James heard the unspoken confession. I’m scared to be alone. Don’t die before me and leave me alone.

He cupped Regulus’ cheek and left a kiss on his forehead, whispering, “Then what if I don’t want to be alone without you?”

“Then you look to the sky and I’ll be there.”

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silencesscreams · 11 months

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𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞

james potter x reader

“inescapable, im not even gonna try, and if i get burned, at least we were electrified.”

a/n: maybe (just maybe) this was inspired by dress - taylor swift 🫡 also, ive had this in mind for AGES now, pls tell me about any grammar mistakes, english isn’t my first language!! also, i made up some characters just to have something to fit into the story pls dont mind that

warnings and tags: afab!reader, angstyish, uncomfortableness??, oh my god the tension, intimate and touchy relationship between friends, james mentions other girls blablabla, kissing, stitches, open wounds, falling, body shots, hickies, slighttt choking, oral sex (f receiving), praise, degradation???????? penetration, unprotected, v soft ending, use of y/n a couple of times, slow burn?? words words words. (god how i love james potter). james is a player !! r is in the mauraders group, r is v close with lily, like two years after finishing hogwarts, mauraders working together on the orderrrr

it started on your third year.

you were seated with a redhead named lily in potions, she was sweet. she was friends with boys mostly, so when you started getting close she was happy to have you as a friend.

on your first trip to hogsmeade, she came a long with you and brought four boys along with her; remus, sirius, peter and james.

james potter caught your eye as soon as you saw him for the first time, he was laughing to something sirius had said, and you swore that was the sweetest sound you had ever heard.

you bonded over the same taste in candy at honeydukes, music, books and enjoying the same sorts of jokes. not much longer, you could consider him one of your best friends.

after a while, you found out james was touchy, at least he was with you. he would play with your hands when he was bored, cracking your knuckles for you.

he’d always listen about all the gossip and talk shit on mutually hated people. lily was happy you got along, and most of her girl friends and guy friends were also your friends now, which made you incredibly happy to have found yourself in a group like that. you were happy about how a great friend james was, he was so nice to you.

well, until your sixth year. that was when james started getting girls, suddenly, over the summer, everyone started to drool over him. at first, it didn’t even bother you that much, sure, you bawled your eyes out when he skipped your usual outing in hogsmeade to go on some stupid date with some stupid girl, but it didn’t even bother you that much, did it? you dont know, but it started really to bother you at some point, sure, no one else was caring about it like you were, but maybe no one else was around him like you were. maybe no one else knew him like you did, at some points you even asked yourself if you really knew him after all those years. you even spent christmas with him once, how could you not know him? maybe you only knew what he wanted you to see. god, you hated this feeling.

around october it was really pissing you off. he barely hung out with you anymore, of course you always saw him in groups, but you liked being alone with him listening to music or doing nothing at all. james was sweet to be around. he was caring, and you liked his smell. the way his arm would always be around your shoulder.

but in november, what really pushed you over the edge, was him showing up to dinner with his neck filled with hickeys, really showing them off. he sat down next to you, as sirius and remus both eyed him, pretending they weren’t seeing shit, but they would probably joke around about it when you and the girls weren’t around. and that was it for you. you got up, got your books and left, you couldn’t stand to do this on that day. not when your clothes didn’t sit right, not when you didn’t feel clean, not when your hair was not staying how you wanted it to stay. not when you figured out you might be in love with your best friend.

“where you going?” james asked as soon as you got up, you ignored him and just started walking. your eyes just might’ve started to water and god you needed to go somewhere you could be alone.

so you found yourself in the library, sat next to the window, thinking about how you were going to explain storming off like that to your friends, and worst, to james. all of it was so fucking stressing.

“hey.” you heard someone whisper, and so you quickly dry your cheeks with your sleeves, turning around to face james.

“hi.” you whisper back, he signals to the chair next to you, asking if its taken. you shake your head in response, he smiles and sits down.

“what’s going on?” he asks, staring at you with his brows furrowed.

“don’t worry about it, you can leave. i know you have a date with that ravenclaw girl, i’m just upset. its nothing.”

“you really think i care about her?” he asks, rolling his eyes. “you’ve been quite upset these days, haven’t you?”

“yeah, i guess, don’t worry, really. you should go and have your fun.” you reply, smiling empathetically.

“i dont wanna go.” he answers quickly, he looks around, trying to find something to say. and then he sees your redish eyes.

“oh y/n, com’ere” he gets up, opening his arms, you roll your eyes playfully, getting up and hugging him. you dont know why but his hugs always made you feel better. it was like he took all of the sadness from you and just threw it out. he was wearing a new perfume. he smelled like 2 in one shampoo and lavender soap.

“you can go to your date, i’m fine. i swear.” you say, still hugging him.

“i dont wanna go. i wanna be here with you, that okay? plus, i need to catch up on history of magic.” he said, sweetly kissing the stop of your head, and afterwards, pressing his chin on top of it. and you didnt know if it was the moment or something else, but that was when you knew.

when you were sure of it all. when you needed to tell someone else or you’d explode.

“lily, i need to tell you something but you need to promise me this stays just between us. really.” you whisper as she takes a sip of her butterbeer.

“what’d you do?”

“i didn’t do shit. listen, don’t judge me, alright?” you reply, frustrated. she nods a yes. “i think i might be very into james and i have no idea how to deal with it.” you blurt out, staring at your own cup, too nervous to look at her.

“oh, i already knew that.” she answers.

“no you didn’t!” you whisper-shout at her

“i mean, it was a very firm theory. i just know you and the way you get silly around him and his dates sort of made me sure of it.” she smiles.

“god. im so stupid” you whisper, facepalming yourself.

“no you’re not. you should see the way he looks at you.” she says, grinning at how red your face is.

“lily, he’s had like, 20 girlfriends this past year, he’s not into me.” you answer, rolling you eyes.

“alright then.” she said, irony taking over her voice.

“im serious!” you reply, and she nods, still ironically.

for the rest of his 6th year, james didnt have any girlfriends. and on his 7th he had a few flings, but so did you.

“i just don’t get why you’re going out with this asshole!” james said while you walked with him to transfiguration class.

“he’s not like that, james, just give him a chance.” you smile at his horrified look to your comment.

“corrigan almost made me fall off my broom once, he actually is like that, sorry sweetheart.” he emphasized the part where he says corrigan is like that.

“james, we’re not getting married, its just a date.”

“a fourth date.”

“come on, he’s fun.”

“y/n, if you wanted fun you should be dating me.” you roll your eyes at that. “where’s he even taking you anyway?”

“madam puddifoot’s, i think” you answer, knowing exactly what was about to go on.

“oh, in his dreams. he’s gonna try to bang you i just know it.”

“at a tea shop?” you laugh.

“oh please, don’t tell me you’ll let that asshole suck your face.”

“i dont talk about who sucks YOUR face. because just let me add that this gale girl you’re going out with will probably give you a disease.” james laughs at that. “im serious! shes sick all the time, every time i see her shes coughing and sniffing and all of that.”

“that reminds me i gotta break up with her.” he sighs.

“nooo, why? i thought things were going well”

“nah, we’re just not good together.”

“maybe because every time you went out with her you used it as an excuse to spy on me and corrigan.”

“just trying to protect my closest friend. thats all” he smiles, winking at you and you swear you can melt into a puddle right there.

“shut up, you’re just doing this because you hate him.”

“im serious, darling. he IS an asshole.”

“i guess i’ll just have to figure it out myself.” you wink back at him.

“oh would you just look at that.” james whispered, looking through the window at mrs. puddifoots door.

he could ser how corrigans face was close to yours and how suddenly he kissed you, one hand on your upper thigh and the other on the back of your neck.

“is that jealousy im sensing, prongs?” sirius laughed.

“n-no! its just disgusting, he’s a prick” james was suddenly defensive.

“y/n/n seems to like him though” remus commented.

“shut up.” james said, still watching how corrigan was gripping onto you. ‘god, i hate him so much’ he thought to himself.

and that went on until you and corrigan broke up. he did end up making james fall off his broom, he had to get 20 stitches, and you cried about it. as soon as james hit the grass you were in the field, it wasn’t even a real match, just practice. you took him to the infirmary, you even held his hand.

“its just a few stitches, don’t worry about it.” he said, as the nurse started to clean the wound.

“20 is definitely not a few, just let me stay here.”

“she’s right” the nurse added, she rubbed alcohol onto the cut and james hissed.

“told you he was an asshole, hun”

“watch your mouth, mr potter” she added as he groaned again.

after you were finished with school, most of your friends went to work at the order of the phoenix, you had a part time job as a bar atender but also participated in the order. james had been trying to convince you to quit the job, specially because your ex was the manager (even though he wouldn’t admit it).

“james!” you shouted, laying down at the couch in the orders house.

“what?!” he screamed back from the kitchen, he was making those god awful scrambled eggs you said you loved because he made them with such care you were sorry for his cooking skills.

“you’re taking anyone to sirius’s birthday tonight?” you ask, hoping to god he’d say no.

“no, mia and i broke up last month, remember?”

“of course i remember!” you were all smiley about it, you could squeal if he wasn’t there. even if it was silly, you were ansious to ask lily to come over and she’d help you pick out your outfit.

you both ended up deciding on a black dress she was willing to lend you. being so excited for something as casual as a friends birthday, was a bit stupid of you, that you could admit. but you couldn’t take your mind off of james now, sure it had been that way for like four years now, but he still was your best friend and you couldn’t do much about it. what was even worse was that his hugs, his voice, his smell, was all so addictive to you. and you tried, you really did, you just couldn’t.

when you got to the party at the order, you were a like two hours late, you got held back because of work and you still needed to get ready, but you somehow made before they sung happy birthday. you wished sirius a happy birthday, giving him his gift and a tight hug. even though you weren’t close, he was still one of the most present people in your life, and you loved that about him, and so before you could even ask, he said:

“james is in the bathroom right now, but believe me, he’s been waiting for you all night though.” you smiled.

“thank you sirius, but i have other friends took, you know?” you said.

“he’ll love the dress” he whispered, and started walking away, you knew why. him and lily have been trying to get you and james together for ages now, and so you knew that when he just walked away like that, james was coming near, probably to talk to you.

“hey” you heard, and so you turned around to face him, and honestly, he looked great. he was wearing those jeans you liked and a shirt you complimented once.

“hi” you looked at him, smiling.

“you look amazing” he said, and so you turned a bit pink.

“thank you, i really like that shirt.” you felt the need to say something back.

“really?” he was just teasing you at this point.

“really.” and you liked to tease him back.

“y/n! finally, come on, we’re taking body shots” said lily, pulling you with her, and james came along.

everyone was there, laughing having fun. it was all super sweet, like you were in school again.

well, that was until sirius decided he’d make you regret you were ever born.

“PRONGS!” he shouted, as james was staring at him from a safe distance “COME ON LETS JOIN THE GAME, ITS YOUR TURN!”

“i’m not so sure about that, i feel like its sort of y/n’s turn, right?” james smirked to you, you glared at him. god, you didn’t know if you wanted to kiss him or kill him.

“ah james, you know how they say, gentlemen’s first? i believe that’s the phrase” you found yourself very idiotic in that place.

“i’m not drinking tonight though” james winked, you were trying to get yourself out of the situation, though it only seemed to get worse.

“perfect way to solve it, hear me out, y/n takes one off of james, problem solved!” sirius didn’t seem to have any common sense when he was drunk.

“good idea sirius!” said lily loudly through the music, and so you glared at her. this was definitely going o be the lowest point of your year, being sure james would say no, you looked over to him and he just decided to say

“fine by me” and just like that the shirt you liked to much was thrown on the counter.

“oh, uhm, okay then” you felt hot and red and you were sure that was exactly how you looked and it did not feel good. you were hoping the lighting would mask i, until james said “no need to be nervous, princess” and somehow that made you even more nervous.

“you know how this works right? lick, shoot, suck?” james asked, and so you nodded a yes, staring at the ceiling. he slipped a lime wedge into his mouth, and so you begging for this torture to end because you already felt so wet it was scary.

his tongue fell upon the rind, and so he could taste the citric flavor as you sprinkled salt onto his skin, from his navel to his waistband. he felt himself blush but decided to just ignore it and try to focus on something else.

and so it begins, you didn’t know it, but maybe james was more nervous about that than you. he was begging to the universe, spirits, everything he could, to not get hard on that moment you leaned over him, your warm tongue sticking out and licking a stripe up the salt. he tried his best to suppress a groan, you smiled, nervously, as you took the shot from his stomach, he could hear sirius saying something loudly, lily screaming and remus’s laugh. and he just saw you.

leaning towards his face, you looked at him with your ‘i’m so sorry oh my god’ look, your lips falling and plucking the lime from his mouth, but when you were going to pull back, your lips touched around the wedge and you felt your whole body ignite as your lips brushed against his.

but as quick as you tasted him, as quick it was gone.

james quickly got uo and fixed himself, putting his shirt back on.

“good job” he didnt know what else to say and just hi-fived you. you smile confused.

“thanks i guess” you say, as lily pulls you to the side to discuss what happened right in front of her and wasnt just actually one of your dreams.

around three hours later the party ended, and james did actually drink, once most people were hone and you were headed to the guest room you felt a hand pulling you by your dress, holding on to the silky fabric. turning around you found yourself very up close to james potter.

“hi” you whispered.

“hi” he said lowly.

“is everything okay?” you asked, his breath smelling like mint and lemons.

“yeah” he answered, still staring “can i crash with you? ‘dont wanna go home” you nodded a yes, and suddenly his hand was on the back of your neck.

“i’m about to do something so stupid.” he whispered.

“so am i.” you answered, your eyes not really knowing where to focus, his eyes, his lips, his neck, his mouth.

“good.” he nodded, and suddenly his lips were brushing over yours, your eyes started to close and then there it was.

your lips met, softly completing one another, which involved a pulling back and crashing. his lips strong against yours, and then his tongue was brushing over your lips, qnd so you opened your mouth and god, you dont know for how long you waited. his hands now roaming your body, you felt the heat of his body, and he pulls back.

“youre so fucking pretty” he blurted out, going back to the kiss. his hands now on your lower back, you pull him towards the guest room.

and then you were both sat on the bed, your heals off and his shoes too. Your lips still attached, more and more eager by the second, and now his lips were on your neck, teasing you, as his right grabbed onto your upper thigh and your dress was riding up.

he pulled away to take off his shirt, you just stared at him, having no idea what to say next.

“hey” he was so close.

“hi”

“you wanna do this? because if you don’t that’s fine by me, really, we can just forget it and pretend we were both really drunk” he started trailing off.

“no. i want you, really, i do” you were trying not to look at him because that would make you even more nervous. just like that, his lips were back on yours, his hand on your waist, laying you down on the bed, your head on the pillow as he unzipped your dress, he was back onto working on your neck, pressing kisses and nipping at it as he started to pull down your dress, his knee right between your legs, he was so so close to where you needed him.

you felt his cold hand reach for your breast, his lips trailing down to your chest, starting to suck on one nipple as his hand stimulated the other. you couldn’t help but just run your hands through his hair as you let moans escape through your mouth.

“james” you whined, as he left a trail of kissed from you chest to your inner thighs.

“yeah princess?” he looked up at you with doe eyes, right between your parted legs.

“please” you whispered.

“i cant hear you, what’s that?” he teased.

“please, i need you.” he smirked at that, pressing a kiss to the damp spot on your lace panties, your body now electrified because of the gesture.

“can i take these off?”he asked, his thumb playing with the fabric as you nod, he smiles as he pulls them down your legs. he’s using his hands to part your legs, holding on to your thighs. you can feel his breathing over your clit, he watches you as he places his thumb pad over your clit, rubbing it in slow circles and you let out a moan. his arm coming up, resting across your stomach.

embarrassment quickly turns into pleasure as he starts to kitten lick your clit.

his lips now attached as you threaded your hands into his hai, tugging and making james grunt. he’s slipping in a finger and you start to whimper.

“that feels good?” he asks, pulling his mouth off of you, you nod.

“yes, please…" he’s smiling lightly at that.

“what is it, huh? can you take another? is that it?” he teasingly asks, you whisper a yes. he watched his fingers as they slipped into you, he lets out a low groan. his fingers moving quicker as the feeling in your abdomen got stronger. his lips attach again to you clit and you whimper at the feeling. he’s flicking his tongue and his fingers are hitting the perfect spot.

“james”you whisper, he looks up at you, his fingers still going at it. “i need you now, i’m serious.”you blurt out, his fingers leave you, making you feel a empty, his thumb rubs your clit as he goes up to kiss you, you’re able to taste yourself on his mouth. you moan into the kiss as he rubs you clit. his hands leave you, he starts to take off his pants, your heart races as he unbuckles his belt.

he reaches up to pin your knees up to your chest, you can feel the bulge on his underwear as he goes up to kiss you harshly. god, he did feel big.

“you sure about it?”he asks one more time.

“yes”you quickly answer.

“good girl.” you feel you soul leave your body because of the praise. he takes a moment to palm himself through the boxers,

“fuck, need you so bad” he whispers. you moan as his pulls himself out of his boxers, his erection hitting up against his stomach. he runs his hand up and down the shaft, you can feel his tip up against you.

“shit”you whisper,

“gonna be a good girl?” he’s lining himself up against you.

“yes, please, i will” you quickly answer, giving in because of how needy you were. he presses himself closer to you, stretching you around him.

“of course you are.”he says lowly, “tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”he says, and you nod. he pushes himself into you just in one stroke, the sudden stretch makes you moan breathlessly. he groans into the crook of your neck, biting down on a soft spot. “still so tight. you feel so good, princess” he praises, and wastes no time and starts to move, shallowly rolling his hips up to you. he kisses your neck as you moan.

“oh my god”you whimper. he’s trusting harder now, starting to pick up a pace. you moan as he trusts forward, filling you up so well. you were starting to adjust to his size. your hands were back on his hair, holding on to it for dear life.

"fuck, james, harder please." he cocks an eyebrow, then pulls out to the tip, you whine at the loss,

"you asked for it, alright?” he thrusts forward roughly, filling you up with his cock, you feel him even deeper this time, the press of him against your walls making you whine louder as he thrusted even harder,

"can you take this, hun?" he fucks into you rapidly, mocking you, pushing you against the headboard, "you said you wanted it harder, didnt you?" your cheeks start to burn up. “you feel so fucking good” he groaned, the heat in your stomach building up again. you were blabbing incoherent phrases, all similar to ‘fuck please’ and ‘holy shit, oh my god james’. he’s filling you up perfectly and your walls start to tighten against him.

the sound of the slap of skin fills up the room, the base of him stimulating your clit along with his thumb, his right hand reaches up to your neck, squeezing lightly. he can tell your close, the way your hips started to buck up, grinding needily. you yelp as he throws your legs over his shoulders, fucking you even deeper and hitting your g-spot.

“need it so bad, please” you whimper and he hums at that.

“need what?” he’s back to the teasing again.

“i need to cum, please.”he’s fucking into you faster and harder than before. you clamped around him desperately, your high building up. he felt it, his hand pinching your clit as you moan in pleasure. his thrust only getting harder along with your whining. you just couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“you can cum princess, don’t worry” his thumb rolls on your clit faster, just like his thrusts. you came with a cry of his name, walls clenched around him as you gripped the back of his neck. seeing you, head thrown back in ecstasy, in pleasure as you cry out his name has him groaning, head dropped into the crook of your neck as his thrusts get faster and sharper, the overstimulation of it drawing out high keening noises from your throat, his cock nudging against your cervix as he spills inside of you.

"fuck, so good for me, princess," he kisses your shoulder, "such a good girl," he murmurs.

he pulls out slowly, putting himself back in his boxers, and lays you down when you mumble that you're too sore to sit up. he grins at that and you shove him, "what-? i'm just proud of myself that's all."

“you’re an idiot, you know that, right?” you tease him.

“you have no idea. i’ve loved you since i was seventeen.” he smiles, a bit nervous with his confession. and you pull him into a kiss.

“i’ve been in love with you since the first time i saw you” you whisper, and he lays down next to you, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

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an AUs series of established relationship!reader and remus.

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it’d be an honor |

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say the word and i’m down | 4.5k 🌷 / 🌾

part of my get up series

your boyfriend is a dick but your best friend james always has your back so maybe, maybe it was time you ended things with him

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◎ golden era

→ george weasley

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dittanyinbloom · 1 year

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Fate Aligned

This is a bit strange for me to post here, but it is a second part to this George Weasley x fem!reader fic I made on an old account. Sebastian Sallow heavily influenced me with ideas for a part two. If you want to know why George and reader aren’t going to the Yule Ball with everyone else, read that one first! It’s cute! I promise!

George Weasley x fem! reader. Rated T for a brief make-out session and a few curse words here and there.

summary: You and George manage to lose a total of eighty house points on the night of the Yule Ball which you were not planning on attending because George gave all his money for dress robes to Fred so that at least one of them could go.

(also, the lockets mentioned in this are a little Easter egg for a SebastianxMCxOminis OT3 fic I may or may not be working on called Lover’s Lockets. It’ll probably come out in early summer, but the inspiration to write this first hit me like the Hogwarts Express)

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The younger students that were not able to attend the ball had long since traveled home for the holidays. With everyone else draped in their best and headed for the Great Hall, you and George had the castle to yourselves. The possibilities were endless. Should you sneak into the faculty tower and see what the professors’ rooms looked like? Perhaps you would break into the Headmaster’s office and search for priceless Hogwarts artifacts. Maybe the librarian left the key for the Restricted Section at her desk while she was whisked away to the ball.

Of all the places they could go, George had chosen not only the most boring, most dangerous, but also the most unromantic of them all. Filch’s office was just off the Entrance Hall, which happened to also lead to the Great Hall. Only a couple sets of doors separated the two from being caught.

“Must this be done tonight?” You whispered from behind a giant Christmas tree that decorated the center of the Entrance Hall in front of the doors that lead outside. The Grey Lady was weeping at a statue perched on the upper tier, just a few feet from the door to the Reception Hall where you would find Filch’s office as well as a few stragglers taking a breather outside the Ball.

“They’re candies. We need to get them back and sell them before they go bad. This might be our only opportunity. When else is he going to be this distracted? He bought Ms. Norris a new collar. They’ll both be at the ball.”

“And we’ll both be in detention if your plan goes wrong, which they often do.”

“No, those are always Fred’s plans. Mine work like a charm,” and as he said the last words, he waved his wand and disappeared. The disillusionment charm was something you were becoming to be quite familiar with as of recently. Two boisterous redheads may or may not be the cause of it. You followed in suit, tugging your school robe over your hair and using the charm effortlessly. George smiles at how easily you complied before throwing on his own hood to cover his fiery hair and whispering, his voice low and thick as honey, “Good thinking.”

As soon as the Grey Lady wandered off, the two of you crept up the stairs and peeked through the giant set of wooden doors. The Reception Hall was startlingly empty. The faint sounds of orchestral music looked from beyond the Great Hall’s doors. The display of House Points seemed to have eyes on your back, judging you for your unapproved adventure. You tried not to dwell on the guilt, knowing Gryffindor’s house points would suffer greatly if you get caught.

“Look at that, not a soul in sight. Come on, then. Let’s not waste our luck.”

With the help of Alohomora, the two of you found yourselves in the tiny, dusty space Filch called his office. The walls were lined with cupboards. Knowing the twins had found the Maurader’s map in here their first year, you were sure more extravagant enchantments were stuck inside those drawers, collecting dust and begging to be used. Feeling safe now, you took off your charm and let George see your excitement. He matched your smile and immediately joined you at your side to start sifting through anything and everything.

“Ack!” You let out a squeak and jumped back from the second drawer.

George leaned over you and then laughed at the sight. “Dead rat? Probably lots of those. Ms. Norris does live here too, ya know.”

“Lovely.”

After a few more drawers, you found the familiar, warm brown briefcase the twins had been keeping their experimental treats in. “George, I’ve got them, now we can get the hell out of here.”

“Hold on, look at these!”

“George, really. We should take our winnings and go before someone-“ but the words die on your lips when George pulled the twisted chains of two lockers out of the drawer.

“Lumos,” he whispered to better show off the intricate floral pattern imprinted in the metal. “Think we should have a little reward for our venture, don’t you?”

“I agreed to help you find your treats, but stealing things that aren’t yours, Weasley-“

“Hush. You sound like a Ravenclaw. Always doing things by the book. Pft. Live a little, love.”

Completely derailed and flustered by his nickname for you, you didn’t have the mind to protest him further. Though looking back, you really wish you had. He untangled the lockets and bestowed one upon himself before inching closer to you.

“Be careful!” You whisper yelled. “What if it’s enchanted? Filch must have confiscated them for a reason!”

“Like he stole our taffies for no good reason?”

“He had reason. First years with ten-ton tongues were enough to justify them being taken.”

George flicked open the locket to study it. “Just a compass. Nothing evil about it.”

“Hmph. Well. Fine. I guess. . It would be nice to have a little souvenir.”

“See?“ He gently put the chain around your neck and took a step back, finally letting you breathe only to steal the air right back out of your lungs with his words, “So beautiful.”

The tiny office now felt unbearable. Earlier, you had confessed your feelings for him in not so many words. Whether or not he reciprocated, you weren’t sure. George hadn’t really had much time to respond or even take in your confession before your friends had come back. Since then, you had easily fallen into your usual pattern of playful pranking and chatter. It was easy to forget about your confession until his alluring compliment. The word had fallen off his lips almost breathlessly, a sultry whisper that had your mind alight and playing the moment over in your head.

Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful…

It was all you could think about. Your heart ticked nervously and your skin went warm. Did he really think you were beautiful, or was this just the typical Weasley charm the boys often used on girls, and even professors to get people to do things they wouldn’t normally do. You wouldn’t call the twins manipulative, they just... Okay, they could be quite manipulative, but never with malicious intent. Flirting as a way of buttering people up wasn’t exactly a bad thing. You surely didn’t complain when they used their charm on you.

But that was before you had confessed your feelings to George. If Fred had been the one to say it, the word would have rolled off your back like water without a second thought. George, however, was now in the know of the feelings you had been harboring. You almost felt betrayed in a way that he would whisper a sweet nothing like that so carelessly after knowing where your heart lies. Did he just not care? Had he forgotten in the moment? Or was it somehow possible that he returned your feelings and this flirting was now more meaningful than his usual antics?

“We should go,” you said rather stiffly, immediately hating how rude it came off. In your rush out of the office, you forgot how careful you two had to be going in and found yourself bursting into the Reception Hall without even trying to be quiet. “We should get this to safe keeping and then we can do something that’s actually fun.”

“And what might you have in mind?” Professor McGonagall called out from across the hall. She was standing with her husband who had traveled to the castle for the night to accompany her to the ball. His eyes were soft and kind, but he also had an all-knowing smile that was thrown your way. He patted Minerva on top of her hand that he had been holding and then excused himself back to the festivities, letting his wife deal with her troublesome students.

“I-uh.” The briefcase of candies in your hands suddenly felt hot and heavy.

George’s hand landed on your shoulders as he dipped down to whisper right by your ear. “Cat got your tongue?”

“Piss off-,” you uttered back, elbowing him in the stomach rather ungraciously.

“I will take that.” And with the wave of her wand, McGonagall had the case of candies in her hands. “I would send the two of you back to the common room, but it sounds as though I shouldn’t trust you to stay there until the Yule Ball is over.”

“Professor, we-“

“Ten points from each of you for rummaging around Mr. Filch’s office. And since I think it best I keep an eye on you for the rest of the evening... “ She pointed her wand at you with a curt wave. The fabric of your clothes began to wiggle and tickle your skin, swishing all around and changing color until you ended up in a long ivory gown with golden embroidery. George’s clothes were next to change into an ivory button down with a deep red vest decorated in gold buttons, the same gold as your dress. One final silent wave of her wand, this stroke alarmingly familiar… it was Expelliarmus. Both of your wands floated into her open palm.

That night, George had been wearing his only school robe that was still long enough after his recent growth spurt. He couldn’t afford to lose it, in the most literal sense since the price of new robes had gone up greatly over the holiday season and all of his money had gone toward Fred's dress robes for the ball. The loss of that set was detrimental, even in exchange for these fancy clothes. “But, our robes. .”

“If you should wish to have your school robes and wands back before classes, I suggest you find me after the ball. Now, don’t dawdle. In you go.”

Jokingly matching your professor’s air of elegance, George spoke in as proper of a tone he could muster, “If you insist, Professor, but I must have a word with my partner first.”

“Do not make me come looking for you, Mr. Weasley.”

As soon as McGonagall exited into the Great Hall, George’s serious face turned into a bright and mischievous grin, as if you hadn’t just been caught by your Head of House. He dipped into a regal bow and held out a hand to you

Voice still posh and dropping even lower, George kissed your hand and spoke, “It seems as though fate has aligned-“

“Why are you still talking like that?” You giggled.

“Because it’s fun. You must know what fun is, shall I remind you?” Then he was pulling you in close and twirling you in circles, humming along to the faint music coming from behind the grand doors.

“I think,” you managed out between laughs, “-this is exactly what McGonagall meant when she said not to dawdle.” With all you might, you dragged the boy to the doors where he planted his feet and refused to move another inch. “George, what are you doing now?”

“We can’t go in there, silly. I haven’t even asked you yet.”

Those pesky nerves were bubbling back. You tried to swallow them down. “You’re ridiculous. We’re here. McGonagall’s forced us into these clothes. You don’t have to ask at this point. We aren’t- it’s not like we’re going by choice, I mean-“

Ignoring your endearing mumbling, George gently took your chin to make your eyes meet his as he asked, “Will you do me the honors of being the only bloke you dance with at the Yule Ball?”

“As long as you promise to crash us into all the Slytherin couples with your atrocious leading.”

“That’s a given.” He held out his arm for you to hold onto before walking you into the Great Hall where you were very fashionably late.

Decorated from enchanted ceilings all the way down to sparkling floors, the Great Hall was completely transformed into a winter wonderland. The ceiling was cloudy with snowflakes trickling down, sadly designed to never fall. It was always astonishing how the magic encapsulated the exact look of the weather, but never the temperature. Perhaps the frigid cold of the snow would have been welcome tonight because the hall was surprisingly warm from all the bodies dancing about.

The four center tables had vanished in favor of a large dance floor. The platform professors sat at was being used as a stage for a live band that was currently playing a jovial waltz. The corners of the hall were filled with refreshment tables and smaller, more personal round tables for groups to have a break from the excitement.

You scanned the room for your friends but immediately regretted doing so when your eyes landed on Lee Jordan and Alicia Spinnet. It seemed you had witnessed a rather intimate moment of Lee kissing Alicia’s knuckles, and then the back of her hand, and then her inner wrist, and then. . You quickly looked away, clearing your throat.

“You’ve got to be joking,” George muttered to himself. He was patting down his vest and dress pants. Turning his pockets inside out, he was presented with piles of sand. “It seems McGonagall transfigured away the dungbombs and fireworks as well.”

“Oh no,” you replied sarcastically, “How ever will we survive?”

“I suppose we will have to dance to pass the time,” George played along as he dragged you to the center of the hall. Once there, he adjusted the hold on your hand to one where your fingers were interlocking. While many other dance partners were doing the same, it still felt strikingly intimate, even more so when his other hand landed on your hip to draw you in close. You lightly placed your free one on his shoulder, mimicking a very cordial and proper stance.

You weren’t able to maintain your posture long, because George whizzed across the dance floor at an alarming speed. Your hand had slipped from the feather of a touch in his shoulder down to his bicep where you clung on for dear life. His hand was meant to stay on your hip had snaked to the small of your back, making it much easier to swing you to and fro. How he had managed to step on other couples’ toes but not your own was a mystery.

Actually, it was probably deliberate considering two of George’s victims had been a Slytherin boy from your year and a boy from Beauxbatons that had both previously asked you to accompany them. The true mystery was how George managed to find out who exactly you had turned down so that he could target them.

Then you were being pulled to him to avoid your backside slamming to the Durmstrang Headmaster. There had been no warning, so you stubbled into George ungracefully with your cheek pressing into his chest as you let out a string of bubbly, nervous laughter. The hand on the small of your back had drifted all the way to your opposite hip now, holding you up, but also holding you so tightly against him that you had nowhere to go. Not that you could step back even if you wanted to with your faulty feet.

“S’cuse us,” George slyly offered to the terrifying man as he brisked you off in another direction.

“Sorry!” You had to call to the man over your shoulder since George had you gone in a flash.

George mumbled only for you to hear, “No need to apologize to him. You never actually ran into him. I know what I’m doing.”

“Maybe so, but we did give him a heart attack. And if you’re so aware of your actions, then why did you nearly just have me expelled?”

“All a ploy to get you closer to me.” His hand squeezed your hip for emphasis. “See? I can be quite romantic.”

“Falling into you is hardly romantic.”

“Oh, so you’re falling for me?”

“Did I not already make that obvious?” You had planned to play the words off as a joke, but George’s stiff reaction made it difficult. The tension only worsened when you found yourself at a standstill in the middle of the dance floor. George let go of your hip. You tried to escape your interlocked hands, but George tightened his grip, not letting you step too far away.

“We should talk about that,” George rarely sounded as serious as he did now, and the times when he had were never for good reason.

You winced at his tone. It was clear to you now that George didn’t feel the same. All the dancing and touching, it was all just in good fun. Nothing he ever did was meant to be analyzed. There was no reading between the lines. You were foolish to even try.

“No, it’s okay. I’m sorry to bring it up. I was only joking.” But the tightening feeling in your throat set in. It broke your heart to lie.

“You responded too quick to be joking, and besides, I-“

“Please, forget it. And forget what I said earlier,” Your voice diminished to nearly a whisper and you looked down at your feet lamely. “-I didn’t mean it, okay? Let’s just go back to having fun.”

George finally released your hand so that he could cup your face on both sides, forcing you to look back up at him. His brows softly pulled together. There was even a hint of a frown across his lips, a very foreign look on the prankster. “You’re an awful liar.”

“I’m not-“ you choked on your words, trying to hold back the sobs bubbling in your throat. “Just dance with me, George.”

“Ridiculous,” he huffed in disbelief. His hand wrapped around your upper arm to guide you toward the courtyard adjacent to the hall. You were still fighting the tears, refusing to let anyone see how much of a mess you truly were.

“You’re here! Brilliant!” Fred popped up just before the two of you made it out, placing both his hands on George’s shoulders to shake him in excitement. This in turn caused George to let you go, so you were thankful for Fred's intrusion. “Let me guess, you saw him run out to the courtyard too? Thinks he’s sneaky, that one. Well, he can’t escape all of us, eh?”

Fred and George did not disagree often, but this was one of those rare times George was putting his foot down. “This isn’t the time, mate.”

“This is the perfect time! What’s he gonna do to us with all these people as witnesses? Bagman doesn’t have the balls to pull something here.”

The name seemed to change George’s demeanor. He glanced at you to gauge your reaction. You knew of the antics Ludo Bagman pulled on the twins at the World Cup. This would be the perfect time to approach him, Fred wasn’t wrong. He just had absolute shite timing.

“Let’s go get his arse,” you proclaimed, jumping at the opportunity to avoid the awkward ‘I’m just not that into you’ conversation that George was no doubt planning to have with you out in that courtyard.

Fred’s grin spread across his face wildly. “Oh, how lucky Georgie is to have you. Angelina is livid I’m doing this. Knew I should have asked you as my date instead. And you clean up nicely too, I mean, look at you two.” And Fred did take a moment to give your dress a proper once over. His eyes landed on the locket around your neck and then flickered to the matching one his brother was sporting. “Now where in Merlin did you two nick those?”

Normally, George would jump at the opportunity to brag, but he was being oddly quiet. You spoke up in his place, “Filch’s office. McGonagall caught us stealing back your candies. She took those, but I don’t think she knew about these. . .”

Fred whistled lowly, clearly impressed, “You two have been busy. And I’ve just been here trying to dance like a babbling, bumbling, baboon!” His McGonagall impression was getting quite good.

You promptly followed Fred toward the courtyard. George seemed to drag his feet behind you. Eventually, you made it to the array of carriages the guests had arrived in that evening. A few groups of people were scattered about, chatting in the fresh air. Goosebumps instantly littered your arms and shoulders, but you welcomed the sensation. It was like jumping in a cold shower after that heated moment between you and George.

Fred wasted no time approaching his enemy with his arms raised in a faux welcoming stance. “I don’t believe my eyes! If it isn’t Ludo Bagman, old friend. How have you been?”

Bagman had been talking to an older, gruff-looking wizard you did not know. They both examined Fred quizzically, intrigued that a student would approach them in such a way. You moved to stand beside Fred, but George had stepped in first, crossing his arms and smiling at the two older wizards as if that alone was a threat. And it seemed to come across that way with how painfully obvious it was that his smile was forced.

George was quick to join in on Fred’s jovial greetings as well, “It’s been so long since we’ve seen you. When was our last chat? Remind me, Fred.”

“Oh, George, I do believe the last time we saw Ludo was during the Quidditch World Cup. You remember, don’t you?”

“Ah! Yes! I remember that night quite well. We won a pretty hefty bet, didn’t we, Fred?”

“That we did, George. That we did. Say, George, we still haven’t gotten the money from that, have we?”

“You would have been paid if you didn’t cheat,” Ludo sneered.

“We didn’t cheat,” George said through his teeth, immediately offended that he would even need to defend their honor against such a statement.

“You just want to keep the money for yourself,” Fred threw in offense.

Bagman’s eyes narrowed. “If the Weasley clan was known for their integrity, perhaps I would take you at your word. Now, quit wasting my time with this.” He looked to his companion and then nodded for the doors. They both turned to leave. Fred reached into his pocket for his wand, but you caught his wrist.

“Snape,” you whispered as the professor sauntered out into the courtyard.

“Bastard,” Fred murmured. You dropped his wrist, assuming he would put away his wand so as to not draw suspicion. Instead, Fred lifted his wrist and cast the disillusionment charm on himself. The motion was automatic at the mention of Snape. All you could hear was his hushed whisper. “What are you two doing? Let’s go before he questions us.”

George met your terrified eyes, looking rather pale himself. McGonagall had taken your wands. It seemed as though you were going to have to face Snape head-on.

“Fuck it,” George whispered as he grabbed you yet again, heaving you into the nearest carriage. You scrambled in with George following so close behind that he was nearly on top of you. The skirt of your dress had twisted and risen from all the movement. George planted himself on the bench next to you, mumbling apologies for nearly squashing you.

“How the hell are we-“

“Whisper!” George uttered. No wand, no ability to cast muffalo. The two of you would have to wait this out in silence. He pressed his ear to the side of the carriage and then looked very alarmed as he whispered, “Can hear him talking with Bagman and that other piece of muck.”

You tried smoothing down your skirt, but it was tangled horribly underneath you. Instead of offering to help or apologizing for the inconvenience, George merely followed the frantic movement of your hands. His eyes lingered over your exposed knee.

The sheer stupidity of your night was hitting you hard. Your jaw clenched in annoyance. If you hadn’t followed Fred to the courtyard, if you hadn’t made that stupid comment while dancing, if you hadn’t gone with George to Filch’s office, if you had never admitted you wanted to go to the bloody ball with him in the first place. .

“Lift yourself up,” he whispered, elbowing your arm.

You pouted in confusion, but gently lifted yourself up with both palms pressed into the bench of the carriage. George swiftly smoothed the fabric under you, meaning his hands had to skim over your backside and underneath you. Your breath caught in your throat at how nonchalant he acted. Once the underneath was straightened out, he pulled down the top to finally hid your exposed knee.

“Better?"

“You should warn a girl before grabbing her arse, Weasley.”

“I only did it so you’d stop fidgeting. Snape will know someone is in here if the cart is shaking.”

Any response you might have had died on your lips. Images of what sort of actions would make the carriage shake flashed across your mind. Your face felt uncomfortably hot, embarrassed that you couldn’t control the thoughts you were having about your best friend whilst sitting right next to him.

“Y/N,” his voice was soft and sincere, only making you feel more guilty for your own track mind. “I really should tell you-“

“Save it,” you begged. Merlin, you couldn’t hear the ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ speech while you were shamefully thinking of making the carriage rock. You would die of embarrassment if he turned you down at this very moment.

“I don’t want to save it,” he seethed. “Don’t know where you got the bloody impression that I’m going to turn you down but damn it, I said I would have been the first to ask you if I had the money for robes. I didn’t mean that in a platonic way. Thought that much was obvious.”

He sounded cross with you, but his words were a confession of sorts. You studied his features. His hands were opening and closing. He was biting the inside of his cheeks. His eyes couldn’t meet yours for more than half a second before darting to the floor of the carriage.

“You like me,” you whispered in awe.

George didn’t seem to notice you shift closer, too lost in his own demise. “Look, I know I’m a fucking idiot. You said you wanted a night of fun and dancing, the ball gets dropped into our lap perfectly, and I go and ruin it by getting you stuck in a carriage. I’ve been told my whole life I don’t know when to quit. It didn’t mean shite to me until now that it’s affecting you. I got us into this. I should have told Fred to bugger off, but he and I just feed off each other’s insanity and-“

Your hands guided his face toward you so your lips could feverishly crash into him. From the shock of your hold, George’s hands wrapped around your wrists almost like he might pull you off. His entire body shivered from the feeling of your lips over his. It was heated and messy right from the start because his mouth had been open from talking.

George melted into you, matching your fever and even raising the stakes by taking your bottom lip between his teeth. He was being gentle, playful even, but it still had your arse lifting off the bench and rolling onto your knee so you could lean in further to his pull. His hands moved in quick now that the opportunity arose. They trailed down your back, smoothing the dress over your backside much slower this time, deliberately stroking to get their fill before reaching the underneath of your thighs where his fingers shamelessly pressed into your soft flesh to pull you closer until you were dragged onto his lap.

You broke away to gasp with your hands landing on his shoulders to steady yourself. His mouth went for your exposed collarbone, kissing from one shoulder to the next and swiping the chain of your new locket out of the way to thoroughly get every inch of skin. You thought he would go for your neck next, but instead, his lips traveled down toward the exposing, sweetheart neckline of your dress.

The door to the carriage swung open on your right. Professor Snape glared at the two of you. George had not removed his hands from your waist, so you just smiled sheepishly at your potions professor from George’s lap.

“What on earth do you think you two are doing? Out. Now.”

Rather reluctantly despite the ridicule, George helped you off of him so the two of you could crawl out of the carriage. As soon as your feet were on solid ground, Snape was firing off punishments.

“Thirty points from each of you. A week’s detention with Hagrid tending to the Forbidden Forest should be enough to make you regret this awful choice you’ve made. Back to the Great Hall, now.”

You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop the laughter threatening to burst out and double your detentions. Snape keenly watched the two of you drag your feet back to the ball. “Hands to yourself, Weasley,” he drones when George had tried to put his hand on the small of your back to guide you. Once the two of you were heading inside, Snape moved to the next carriage to end a different couple’s impromptu snog session.

“That was horrifying,” you grimaced at the thought of facing Snape in your next class.

“Was my kissing that bad?” George mused.

You playfully slapped his chest, “Sod off. You know what I meant. I’ll never be able to look Snape in the eye again.”

“I’m sure he’s witnessed worse. Hell, he probably is witnessing worse as we speak. The others were in their carriages far longer than we were.”

And yet George still managed to look like a complete mess. His lips were bright red, matching the flush he still wore on his cheeks. His hair was staticky and wild, not at all fitting for the ball you were walking back into. You waved him over, insisting, “Come ‘ere. You can’t go back there looking like this.”

A lazy smile plastered across George’s rosy cheeks. His eyes shamelessly studied your serious look of concentration as you tried to smooth down his wild locks. “Think people are gonna know what we did no matter how long you play with my hair.”

His fingers swiped over your collarbone, pressing harder on the red, sensitive spots that were definitely going to bruise later. A shiver ran down your back. You would have to remember to down a healing potion tonight that way you didn’t wake up and go about your day tomorrow, forgetting how scandalous you looked.

“Quit making them worse.” You smacked his hand away. “I can’t believe you did that while I’m stuck in this stupid dress with no robes to hide it. You’re devious.”

“You’re the one who started it,” George challenged.

“Must all your comebacks be childish?”

“You find them endearing,” he teased. “Merlin, can’t believe we could have been doing that ages ago. Do you think McGonagall would notice if we slipped back to the common room to make up for lost time?”

“I’m not taking any chances while she still has my wand. Besides, we hardly got to dance!” You took his hand and pulled him into the hall. “There are more Slytherins that need to be run into.”

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley imagine #Yule ball #my writings #harry potter main series #George is so fun to write for because I feel like tender more serious moments can happen and he is still in character #but with Fred I just can’t take him seriously #still love Freddie too though don’t get me wrong #George had just always had my heart

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