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wolfstargazer · 24 days

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10th May - Only one bed/room - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 711

Remus was out of breath as he burst into the room. Sirius followed closely behind, having barely broken a sweat but eyes darting wildly, trying to figure out if they'd been followed before closing the door and locking it with a muttered incantation.

Remus cursed his body, weakened as it was so close to the full moon. It had betrayed him, failing him when he needed it the most. It had put them both at risk in their task to wait and watch and see if the information they'd received about the Dolohov and MacNair proved to be correct.

But they had been spotted, it had been all his fault, and Remus felt shame again as he remembered the way he'd slumped against Sirius, relying on his power and his pure physicality to Apparate them out of danger and to bring them here.

It was a Muggle hotel, perhaps somewhere unfashionable in a large urban area? Perhaps London somewhere? The man behind reception had waved them through with barely a glance as Sirius had slid the notes across the counter. The man had flicked the ash from his lit cigarette into a coffee cup with nicotine stained fingers before passing the set of keys. Remus wondered how it was that Sirius knew this place...wondered when and why he'd been here before...

Perhaps once he would have asked. Or perhaps not, Remus conceeded, his curiosity always stifled by a shy awkwardness and something too much like jealously for comfort that held him back from prying.

Remus still struggled to catch his breath, leaning back, taking in the wallpaper peeling from the walls and the bed with scratchy blankets, the silence broken only by his unsteady breathing.

"I'm sorry," Remus offered, weakly, desperate for something to say.

Sirius turned from where he had been peering through the peep hole in the door, dark hair falling in front of his eyes.

"It's fine," he said, simple and short.

A moment of silence from the hallway beyond told them both that they hadn't been followed.

"Lie down," Sirius said coolly, his eyes taking in Remus levelly who was trying and failing to conceal his pain.

"I...I just need a moment."

Sirius eyebrows drew together. He was unconvinced.

"Don't try to hide it. You need to recover. This close to the full moon is always difficult..."

Sirius trailed off, and Remus felt a tightening in his stomach. Remus caught the discomfort flicker in Sirius' face, a ghost of familiarity he quickly chased away with sarcasm when he said, "You'll be no good to the Order if you keel over."

Reluctantly, Remus made his way over to the bed, kicking off his shoes before laying down. The mattress sagged badly beneath him, but he couldn't deny the relief it afforded his weary body.

A strange tension settled between them. Sirius sat down on a chair that he put by the door, throwing his jacket over the back of it, settling in to keep watch. Although uneasy, Remus felt comforted by the presence of Sirius in a way that pained him to realise. And soon enough, he had closed his eyes and drifted into a dreamless sleep.

It was some hours later when he woke, confused as to where he was. Darkness had stolen into the unfamiliar room, and Remus' eyes struggled to adjust to take in his surroundings, strange shadows cast by furniture he couldn't place.

Remus shifted and felt the weight of a body close beside him. It made him start, his heart lept into his throat, before a familiar voice said lowly, softly, "Dont worry. It's me. I just needed to...lie down."

Suddenly, Remus' senses seemed to return. The sight of the dark silhouette of Sirius in the bed beside him. The sound of his breathing. The scent of woodsmoke and spice. The warm pressure of his body, so close and yet kept so carefully apart. It was heaven to feel him beside him, and hell to be reminded of how distant they remained.

Remus could do nothing. Mere inches existed between them. He could not reply. He waited a moment, held his breath, willing for Sirius to say something further...

And in the silence that followed, Remus turned away.

#remus lupin #wolfstar #mauraders #the marauders #remus x sirius #marauders era #sirius black #dead gay wizards #wolfstar microfic #microfiction #wolfstargazer microfiction #wolfstargazer microfic #clare mansfield microfic #first war angst #first wizarding war #one bed trope

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up-to-some-good · 1 year

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Written for @jilymicrofics prompt May 2nd - Mourning. Sorta part 2 of this

2 May 1988

Ten years. They had fought for ten years and, now, it was finally over. One decade of their lives thrown at the feet of Dumbledore as they fought against the darkness, and it was somehow over.

Ten years ago, Lily had been 18 years old, graduating school beside her boyfriend and their friends, doe-eyed and in love. Now, she was 28, still in love and married to that same boyfriend, mother to his child, but going into a world that had changed radically while she spent years in hiding.

She had spent her time refining her skills whole her friends went into battle everyday.

Remus, her best friend, had dropped out of the Order when the Potters went into hiding. He was burnt out at 21 and spent everyday praying the love of his life would come home. He hadn't rested in years.

Sirius had fought until the end, bolstered when his brother showed up half dead and joined their side. He had lost almost everything in the war and nearly lost Regulus a second time during the final battle. They both had injuries to heal, both physical and mental, and Sirius would have a limp for the rest of his life: a constant reminder of what he'd been through.

Peter was painful to consider. Dead and buried with the enemy. The loss burnt a hole in all of them.

The Potters weren't left untouched, despite their shelter.

James was less optimistic, less trusting. He was cautious in a way he hadn't been before and paranoid over little things, like whether they'd left the windows open before leaving the house.

Lily sometimes struggled to leave the house. She stand in the hallway, clutching Harry's hand until he complained and she had to turn back to the living room. They could go to the park tomorrow. Or the day after that.

And then there were the deaths. Marlene. Dorcas. Benjy. The Prewetts. The grief was a stab wound every morning. Each funeral a reminder that the bleeding hadn't stop, and wouldn't for a while.

The war was over. Her son was safe. Her family was safe and her husband was learning to smile freely and laugh loudly again. She had every reason to celebrate. And every reason to mourn.

Only one question remained: where would they go from here?

#jily #james potter #lily potter #harry potter #jily microfic #wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #first war angst

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mkaugust · 1 year

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A submission for @hp-poetry-fest based on a prompt to use this website: window-swap.com to write a poem.

Remus/James, 345 words. On AO3 here

Sunny skies look dreary

When you’re far from me.

Enjoy the weather,

People say here,

As if it ever changes.

As if it matters

When the clouds don’t hide the sun,

But you’re still hidden away.

I had hoped to see the stars out here,

With all the promise of cloudless nights

So different from home.

But the city lights still drown them out,

Out my window.

So I use the moon, nothing else,

To track the distance

From me to you.

Where would it be in your sky compared mine,

Out your bedroom window

Rather than the one in my temporary kitchen.

For a change using the moon to measure

Distance from me to you

Rather than distance to a monthly end

Again and again.

All my firsts are with you,

Even still, even now

With you hidden from my view.

"How is Lily?"

I ask in my pretend letter I won't be sending to you.

More than just oceans in our way.

"Is she keeping you warm while I'm away?

Are you holding her tight enough for us two?"

I ask my plain mirror, as if it were magic

And I could speak to you.

"How's Harry?"

I don't often dare to even think.

"Are you still teaching him my name?

Will he remember me?"

I whisper wishes out my window,

Hopeful the wind can carry across oceans and distance,

Across battlefields

And secrets.

"And how are you?"

I ask the moon.

Another first, speaking to it as a friend,

Speaking to it as if it's you.

A poor substitute.

I know you speak back to me,

I know you look at the moon, and it reminds you.

Please don't wait

For sunny skies and cloudless nights

To whisper your love up at the moon.

It shines bright through the thickest clouds

And peeks out in the day as a favor.

I asked it to.

You're hidden away from me,

But they can't hide you from the moon.

Look out your window;

I'm watching out mine,

We can always see the same moon.

#hp poetry fest 2023 #poetry #my poetry #moonchaser #remus lupin #james potter #remus/james/lily #first war angst #remus lupin/james potter #wolfbucks

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dreamingofmarauders · 2 months

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𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐎𝐧 𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙬𝙤

James Potter x Fem!Slytherin!Reader

Summary: In which an Order mission goes wrong and James realizes that you may not hate him as much as he thought.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Fighting, blood, crying, injury, swearing

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“You all are to be in the area around L/n Manor tonight.” Dumbledore said to James, Sirius, Marlene, Remus, Dorcas, Fabian, Gideon and you one evening at another Order meeting. You visibly had paled upon hearing the name of that hellhole. It was a building that haunted your nightmares even today, after all, you had only managed to slip away from your vicious family’s clutches not too long ago.

“L/n Manor?” You asked hollowly, hoping you had misheard.

“Yes, Miss. L/n.” Dumbledore replied making you shut your eyes for a brief second. “You will be leading the mission.”

“M-Me!?” You sputtered.

“Indeed, as you would have the most knowledge of the area, it is the best choice to have you direct the mission. All I want you to do is to see if you can collect intel and if needed, duel and capture any death eaters. The more of them we can take down, the faster we can end this war.”

You nodded, still in disbelief but you vigorously shook your head. Now was the time to work against the wrongdoings of your family. You straightened yourself up with an air of determination.

“As you wish, Headmaster.”

And an hour later, you along with the rest of the members for this particular mission, found yourselves scattered around the outside of L/n Manor.

You watched on while gritting your teeth as anger washed over you, as looking at just the mere building that you had spent years suffering in ignited a fire within you.

“Aw, why so upset at the sight? It’s home sweet home after all, darling.”

You jumped at the sudden voice, slapping a hand over your mouth to prevent a shriek from escaping.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Potter!?” You hissed at James who merely shrugged his shoulders while bearing a mischievous grin on his lips.

“Thought I’d grace you with my glorious presence.”

You raised an eyebrow as you scoffed, “You sure you’re not, Sirius Black?”

This made James let out a chuckle and you immediately slapped a hand on his mouth, making him stare down at you with wide eyes.

“Are you trying to get us caught?!”

However these words just flew over James’ head as he stared at you, making you squirm slightly in discomfort under his intense gaze and you removed your hand, returning your eyes to the Manor. The young Potter however kept staring at you, his body feeling something he had not felt many times before.

“It’s rude to stare, Potter.”

At that, James snapped out of his trance, folding his arms over his chest.

“I was not!”

“You were.”

“Was not!”

You hummed, “Whatever makes you sleep at night.” You answered, grinning teasingly.

James opened his mouth to retort, however a huge rock blasted behind him, making you both scream and raise your wands as you got into battle form, standing back to back.

“Shit!” You said, “Where’s the attacker-“

More explosions and yells cut you off as your fellow Order members were also suddenly attacked by death eaters. You made a move to get to them but James pulled you back as three dark figures materialized around the pair of you.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” You cursed. This was not supposed to happen. They had somehow figured out you were coming. Again.

Voldemort’s followers had merely been waiting for the perfect opportunity to attack, after having lulled the Order into a false sense of security.

“Confringo!” Someone shouted and a spell headed your way, which you quickly deflected. Meanwhile James was doing the same. You both remained back to back, throwing spell after spell at the dark figures.

“Immobulus!” You shouted and this time the fast moving light managed to hit one of them directly on the chest, freezing the death eater entirely. You pushed on with a new air of determination at your victory, and shot another spell at the other figure, who, watching their partner fall defeated was distracted and failed to notice the spell too late, and also got knocked over.

You let out a small air of relief as you heard James behind you take down the final opponent the two of you had.

“We have to get to the others!” You shouted, as chaos rang all around you. James nodded, however your eyes widened as you saw another masked death eater appear over his shoulder, who had raised a wand at James’ back.

“Sectemsempra!”

You shoved James out of the way.

He fell to the ground which made him glare in anger as he thought you were finally showing your true colors. However when he looked up, his face drained of all color.

You were writhing on the ground, blood seeping through your clothes and pooling around your body rapidly. You let out cries of agony as pain shot through your whole being.

James rushed towards you, dropping onto his knees.

“No! No! No! No!” He muttered as he tried to stop the bleeding, all his attention on your small frame that he had forgotten the threat was not over. A bright light zoomed his way but Sirius had managed to make his way over and deflected the spell, and fired one of his own, which took down the death eater.

“Prongs!” He yelled but James just stared at your form, fussing over as he tried to heal you. “PRONGS!” Sirius shouted, making James look at him. “You have to take her back, we’ll take care of the rest.”

James nodded, picking up your body and turning on the spot. He stumbled as he landed near the outskirts of the new safe house acting as Headquarters currently, with you in his arms.

He looked down at you and fear filled him up. You were slipping into unconsciousness as your eyelids were dripping closed.

“Fuck!” He said, “Come on, stay with me, Y/n!”

You could barely see him as you were slipping into the darkness, but you managed to mutter out. “At least I’ll have died for a good cause, huh? Celebrate all you want, P-Potter…” Your head lolled back as your eyes rolled into your sockets.

“Shit, you’re not dying on my watch!”

James kicked open the door and rushed in, catching the attention of Molly Weasley.

"Oh dear, what happened?" She asked as James rushed you into a room, laying you down on the bed.

"I-I don't know. One second everything was fine, the next second she was on the ground. I don't know what spell hit her b-but I can't stop the bleeding." James rambled his eyes fixed upon your form.

Could he really have been wrong about you this whole time?

"I can't get the bleeding to stop." Molly stated, straightening.

James paled even more, if that was even possible.

"But there must be something we can do!" He exclaimed in panic. "She can't..." He broke off, not being able to voice the thought.

"I'm going to get Lily, she's training as a Healer anyway. Hopefully she can get the situation under control." And with that, Molly rushed out the door, leaving James alone with your dying form in the room. The silence was suffocating, but it was your rasped breaths that were scaring James.

You had saved his life and taken the blow of the spell. He couldn't let you die, even if he did hate you before. He just couldn't let you die. He wanted to be able to make it up to you.

Lily rushed in, followed by Molly, wide green eyes surveying the situation before she pulled out her wand, beginning to mutter incantations. However, you were turning more pale by each passing second as every healing spell failed to work.

"Evans!" James cried out in panic, "Why isn't it working?"

Lily frowned, staring at your body in thought before muttering another incantation, "Vulnera Sanentur. Vulnera Sanentur. Vulnera Sanentur."

The words almost flowed like a song and James watched with relief that the bleeding had ebbed away, and it appeared that the wound was being healed. He released a shaky breath and rubbed his face.

Molly, having muttered something about preparing a good meal for you, walked out of the room, leaving James with Lily working over you.

Lily straightened, her face looking slightly pale.

She was feeling sick, now knowing what the spell created by her former best friend really did. She still couldn't believe the man now was the same innocent boy, who had introduced her to the magical world.

"I can't believe it." She breathed out.

"What?" James asked, tensing up. Lily turned to face him.

"The spell that was used on Y/n was something I had once seen in Severus' potions book. I-I hadn't realized what the spell did but now I know. I can't believe he once used to be my best friend." Lily explained. "If I hadn't ever seen the counter-curse to it in his book, Y/n would have been..."

Dead.

Lily shook her head, getting rid of the thoughts roaming in her head.

"I'm surprised to see you this stressed though, Potter."

James' brows furrowed, "Meaning?"

"I mean you hate Y/n, but now you're here worrying and so panicky, it's ironic." The redhead answered.

James frowned, "I was not!" He cried indignantly before he slumped. "She saved me."

Lily's eyebrows shot up, "Saved you?"

James nodded, "She pushed me out of the way and the spell hit her." He said, looking at your now sleeping form. "I just don't understand why."

Lily gave him a sympathetic look. "She isn't bad as you perceive her to be. Y/n was nothing but kind to me at school."

James blinked owlishly. Lily sighed, giving him a pat on the shoulder before exiting the room.

He had once pursued Lily, chased after her endlessly but the redhead never agreed and soon, James was so crushed he decided to move on. Although, now he stared at you, wondering why he felt this feeling he hadn't felt in years.

A feeling that had only ever filled his whole being when he was chasing after Lily.

He shook his head, slapping his cheeks lightly. What in the world was he thinking?

James stayed by your side as Lily came back and gave you some potions like the Blood-Replenishing Potion, due to the severe loss of blood. He stayed by your side even after everyone had returned from the mission. He stayed by your side well into the night.

Guilt was eating him up and he truly wanted to make it up to you.

He eventually fell asleep by your side, both your breaths coming out in a synchronizing manner.

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A/N: Hey all! So the fight scene was one big chunk of the original idea I had before I decided to make a series instead, so yeah. Hopefully you all liked it! I'm not good at writing fight scenes so hopefully that wasn't too bad! See you all in the next one! <33

Wizard Buddies (Taglist): @quack-quack-snacks @jamespottergf @themarauderswife7

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padawansuggest · 5 months

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Since I am obsessed with the red string of fate theory-

AU where Obi-Wan and Jango are dating. One day, since Obi-Wan was recently knighted, the council suggests he visits his birth family since he’s only had small contact with them since he was little, and it’s a practice they try to encourage.

Obviously Obi-Wan is all ‘oh great. A family reunion with all 7 of my siblings and 23 cousins and like seven aunts and uncles, this is gonna be great. At least they have sheep for me to cuddle’ and decides to go for it.

But since it’s gonna be chaos incarnate anyways. Let’s ask Jango if he wants to come with. It’s okay, because Stewjon is on the edge of Mando space so they’ll probably like his bf anyways.

Jango and Obi-Wan show up, they have a chaotic time with all the families, and Jango even thinks he should invite them all to Keldabe or maybe bring Jaster to meet them next time. Might as well become in laws. Obi-Wan, on the other hand, brought Shmi (who is flirting with one of his brothers lmaooo) and Anakin (who is being DOTED on by the fam) and so it’s all a big family now.

Anyways. One of those days Obi-Wan is pulled down to look through photo albums because that’s what families do.

And Obi-Wan stops on a photo that was taken a few months before he was sent to the Jedi temple. It’s a photo of a village fair they had that year, and he’s playing with some siblings while Mama and Daddy cook on the BBQ…

And in the background. Is a Mandalorian in full armor with an ad wearing their leathers. They look about nine or so.

Obi-Wan sees the pic and just fucking breaks down crying, because he hadn’t realized Jango was so cute as a kiddo, and that’s def Jaster Mereel, who hasn’t painted his armor a new colour in over twenty years, giving Jango an ice cream cone and looking so doting and loving on that ad it’s breaking all their hearts.

Anyways. They have copies made and hang it up everywhere they live and Jaster adores the picture. It’s sweet, and his boys look so happy.

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #jango fett #jangobi #red string of fate #red string au #soulmate au #you can also double the angst by making it a 1yo Obi and Jango with his first parents #but I doubt Obi could recognize Jango’s first parents on sight

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 5 months

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First of all I wanted to say I love your writing, in particular I'm a fan of your Gwen's characters stories 🫶🏻.

I'd really like to read something about Captain Phasma x reader (something extra smutty maybe 👀) where our dear captain gets jealous because someone is flirting with R (they can be in an established relationship or not).

Maybe with some Dom/Sub kink, a little bit of degradation and bdsm, strap and strap warming and some breeding kink maybe (?)

Things Heated on Christmas Eve ~Dom!Captain Phasma xFem Sub!Reader ~Holiday Bingo

Hehe, hiii anon!! Thank you for your request and your kind words! I appreciate this request, especially because Phasma could always use more content out there. Hope you Enjoy! ♥️

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Prompt- The Fight Before Christmas

Warnings: smut, little angst, dom/sub relations, strap-fucking, strap riding, strap warming, fighting, teasing, taunting, jealousy, degradation, degradation kink, breeding kink, etc.

Enjoy (;

The Captain watched as one of the lieutenants shamelessly flirted with you. It made her skin crawl. It made her want to rip that entitled lieutenant in half. But Phasma kept her composer quite well throughout the mission. While this man flirted away with you. Jealousy coarsed through the Captain’s veins, putting her in a bad moon. And no one messed with Phasma when she was in a bad mood.

You were hers, and Phasma’s alone…

It was Christmas Eve, and the Captain huffed into your shared private quarters after you two had finally made it back from the mission. She was very unhappy.

“Evening…” Phasma grunted towards you, not even making eye contact with you.

“Heyyyy Phas…” you hummed.

You came up behind the woman to help undo her armor, but she moved away from you, huffing away into the closet. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes a little. You knew what this was about. She was jealous.

Phasma came back, out of all her shiny Captain armor, and tried to go straight for the bathroom without a single word. But you stopped in front of the woman.

“Wait. Phas let’s talk about this…” you suggested.

You felt the jealousy and anger radiating off of her.

“What pray tell is there to talk about…?” The Captain seethed, looking down at you, her tone condescending and mocking.

Your eyebrows furrowed and you crossed your arms defensively.

“You are obviously upset about the mission.” You accused your partner.

Phasma placed her hands on her hips and huffed again.

“I am not. I had no issue with the mission.”

Her tone implied something you both knew was the true problem. Her eyes narrowed as she stared you down. You stared right back. When you didn’t respond, Phasma continued.

“My problem is you and that lieutenant…” She jeered, “What’s going on with the two of you…?”

You raised your hands defensively.

“This again?? There’s nothing! Nothing between us!!” You defensively exclaimed.

The Captain rolled her eyes and gritted her teeth.

“Get out of my way.” She gritted out, wanting to get to the bathroom.

“No.” You said, once more defensively crossing your arms.

The Captain chuckled darkly.

“No…?” She breathed out.

You could practically see the fumes coming out of her nostrils. Her eyes were dark, swirling abysses. Her knuckles grew white as her hands gripped her sides.

“You don’t believe me…! Nothing happened, Phasma!” You whined desperately, growing more annoyed and frustrated with the woman.

At your tone of desperation, Phasma’s demeanor changed. She shifted her weight slightly before smirking.

“Make it up to me.” She coyly jeered.

Your eyes fluttered and your jaw nearly dropped.

“I—what…?” You stammered out.

The woman came up flush against your body. Her right hand firmly grabbed your chin.

“Make. It. Up.” She breathed into your ear.

You shivered at her tone.

“O-okay…” you stuttered.

Phasma smirked in dark delight before backing up. Your body yearned to lean forward for her touch. But you knew better. Especially when the Captain got like this…

“Kneel.” She simply ordered.

“Yes Ma’am” you whispered.

You immediately dropped to your knees, then looking back up at the woman for her next command. Phasma tilted her head, her eyes sprinkling with dominance and her lips curled up in a satisfactory smirk.

“Good sub.” She hummed, “Stay.”

You blushed lightly at the praise, before quickly turning your head to watch as Phasma left the room to go into the closet. After a few moments, the woman came back, wearing her pajamas with an obvious bulge in between her legs. You gulped and shifted in your spot.

Phasma stopped at the edge of the bed, sitting down right on the edge with her legs open, and looking at you intently. You looked back, eagerly awaiting her command.

“Crawl.” She said, indicating for you to crawl to in between her legs.

You gulped and nodded.

“Yes Ma’am…” you whimpered.

You got on all fours and began crawling towards the woman. She reveled in every second of you being on all fours on the ground for her. Finally, you made it to the edge of the bed where her legs were.

“Good slut.”

Your cheeks flushed at the degrading term. And the woman noticed. Phasma backed up to make room for you on the bed.

“Cockwarm me, silly slut.” She commanded you.

You immediately got up, stripping off all your clothes, and joining the woman on the bed. You straddled her form and slowly sunk down on her strap. You let out a low whimper as you took her all the way in.

Phasma leaned back on the bed, watching you in amusement and delight.

“Silly little slut…” Phasma taunted, “Couldn’t help but flirt with the lieutenant…”

The woman bucked her hips up, shoving the strap deeper inside you in the process.

“N-no—! Didn’t mean that mmm sorry…!!” You whimpered, desperately leaning forward to grab onto Phasma for some support.

“Oh but you did…” she breathed down your ear and neck, “You knew what you were doing… And all because you want me to fuck you like the stupid slut you are, hmmm…?”

You whimpered, the feeling of Phasma’s strap inside you but not moving making it unbearable.

“I did, I knew!! I’m sorry Ma’am… God Mmm sorry!” You whined, your eyes screwed shut tight.

“Oh little one…” the Captain said in a condescending and degrading manner, “does it burn…? You’re being such good slut cockwarming me…”

You whimpered out something incoherently, too busy trying to rock your hips for some friction. But Phasma was quick to halt you, firmly grabbing your hips and holding you still.

“Answer me, slut…” she growled.

“Mmmmmm hmmmm yes…!” You panted, the strap forced all the way inside you but not moving making it more and more difficult to concentrate.

“Yes you’re a slut or yes it burns…?” Phasma taunted.

You let out a desperate cry and nodded, tears threatening to form in your eyes.

“Yes b-both!!” You cried, “Please Phasma please move—!!”

Phasma merely smirked.

“Oh I would have…” she cooed wickedly, “if you hadn’t been such a bratty slut…”

The words of her tongue made you dizzy and just that much needier. You whimpered loudly and pouted.

“So…” Phasma said slowly, “Why don’t you beg, sweet slut…”

You looked the woman in her dazzling blue, lustful eyes.

“I… I’m sorry” you sputtered, “P-please please Ma’am…!! N-need to move m-move god please!!”

Your hands were shakily on the woman’s shoulders, holding them like a vice.

“Oh come on… You can do better than that, my little slut…” Phasma chuckled darkly.

“Please for the love of god move…!!” You groaned, “Please Ma’am I need you fuck!!”

“Hmmmmm…” the woman tauntingly contemplated, “Who owns you, pretty little whore…?”

“I— you do Ma’am…!!”

Suddenly Phasma thrusted up into you, hard. Your eyes rolled back and you groaned extremely loudly.

The woman then started pounding into you. At a relentless pace. Your tits were bouncing up and down rapidly, as you tried to level yourself to riding the woman’s strap. Your mouth fell open and you let out a string of whimpers and cries.

“This is the way you like it, little slut…? Hard and fast…??” Phasma purred wickedly.

“I… y-yes yes!! Mmm your slut—!” You cried out.

“Yea you are…” Phasma cooed lustfully, grinning like a Cheshire Cat as she rammed into you mercilessly.

“Ma’am mmm close!!” You whimpered desperately, tears brimming up around your eyes.

“Not yet, slut… Want to breed your filthy, little cunt first…”

You groaned desperately and nodded at the woman’s words.

“Please please breed me Ma’am—!!”

Phasma’s lips curled up into her smirk even more so, as she pounded up into you, until the fake cum shot out of the strap and deep into you.

You howled in pleasure, crashing into your orgasm right after her.

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cutielando · 4 months

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Hello can I request draco with a gryffindor reader who happens to be the daughter of both Ares and Aphrodite. How would her parents react when their daughter wanted to marry a former death eater after the battle of hogwarts?

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Being the daughter of two Gods came with many difficulties.

With your status came responsibilities, obligations and burdens. Things were expected of you, you needed to reflect well on your parents and your kind.

Studying at Hogwarts had been your way out, your one place where you could be yourself without people breathing down your neck, without being judged for every little thing that you would do. It was your escape.

After the Battle of Hogwarts, that place had forever disappeared from your life. You were back in your closed-off world, living to please the people around you, make them proud and give them someone to show-off and brag about.

However, there was one person whom you reconnected with that gave you your freedom back.

Draco Malfoy.

During the war, you had had to cut off contact with him because of your opposing positions in the war, your parents having forbidden you from associating with Death Eaters or anyone who might tarnish their stellar reputation, as a matter of fact.

You and Draco had just secretly started dating before the war broke out, cutting contact being the most hurtful thing you've had to do. Having just found someone to love you for who you were, and immediately having to let them go.

When you reconnected after the war, it seemed like two pieces of a puzzle reunited after a long time without each other. You finally felt like you were at home again, safe and sound in the arms of the one you loved.

There was just one problem.

Your parents.

The fear that crippled your heart at the thought of them meeting Draco was paralyzing. You knew how they felt about Death Eaters, and despite Draco leaving those days behind, that wouldn't matter to them. He would still be evil in their eyes.

Draco was the one who insisted that he meet them. He was positive that he could change their minds and make them see that he was good for you, that those days were long behind him and he wasn't evil at heart as they had concluded.

You weren't so sure, but you figured you had nothing more to lose. The worst your parents could do was lock you away for good, but it wasn't anything that you hadn't previously been through.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" you asked Draco for the twentieth time as you stopped before the grand door that sat in front of you.

You had been very evasive with details about your boyfriend when you told your parents you would be bringing him to dinner, which sparked their curiosity even more.

But not in a good way.

"Love, we have to get this done. We can't hide away forever" he caressed your cheek, sensing how nervous you truly were.

"Yes, we can. There's nothing stopping us. They don't care about my life anyway, and I know what they're going to say already. This is all really unnecessary" you tried to reason with him, trying to convince him just how bad this idea was in your eyes.

"I want to meet your parents, and regardless of what they say, I'm not giving up on us. Whatever comes our way, we'll deal with it together" looking into his gray eyes, you felt comfort.

Without realizing it, you found yourself nodding and taking his hand, finally entering the place you had been dreading to enter for the past few days.

Immediately, as soon as you stepped foot into the house, servants bombarded you left and right, not even sparing Draco a second glance as they focused on you.

"Master and Mistress are awaiting you in the grand ballroom" one of the servants informed you before disappearing with the others into another room.

You glanced once more at Draco before letting out a big breath, and beginning your journey towards the ballroom.

Once stopped in front of the entrance, you raised your hand to knock, but the doors opened on their own before you got the chance.

"Hello Mother, hello Father" you greeted your parents, both of them conversing with their backs turned to you.

"Sit" your mother's sweet yet icy voice spoke, not turning around yet.

You glanced at Draco with the corner of your eyes, but followed suit nonetheless.

Both of you took a seat next to each other, clearing your throat and keeping your hand clasped in his.

Your parents, Ares and Aphrodite, God of war and Goddess of love and beauty, now stood facing you, eyeing you down wearily. You were accustomed to their intense gaze, but it hurt Draco to look at them.

"Who have you brought here?" your mother asked, her eyes scanning your boyfriend.

By the way she was looking at him, you could already sense her suspicion.

"This is my boyfriend, Draco. Draco, these are my parents"

"It's an honor to meet you both," Draco said nervously.

Your father stared him down, cracking his knuckles.

"What is this young man doing in my house? Do you have no respect for us? Don't you know what he did in the war?" the booming voice of your father echoed off the walls, his fist hitting the long table that stood between you.

You didn't even flinch, accustomed already to his outbursts. There was a reason why he was the God of war, after all.

Clearing your throat, you held your head high and looked at your father.

"I am aware of Draco's actions during the war, but I am also aware of the fact that he did not participate willingly in any of them. He was being forced by his father, who is now residing in Azkaban for his crimes. I know you despise the lot, but Draco is not like them. He never was and he never will. I ask of you that you give him a chance and get to know him before making any judgements" your father was fuming, but you could your mother smiling from the corner of your eyes.

She had always encouraged you to fight for the ones you love, and this was the first time you had really stood up to your father like this.

"I don't want to hear this right now" he turned around and stormed out of the room, something you had known was going to happen.

"Don't worry, my dear. I will speak to your father. Draco, consider yourself welcomed to the family" your mother caressed his shoulder before graciously following after your father.

Left alone in the room, you let out a big sigh of relief, not quite believing what had just happened.

"I told you so" Draco teased, bumping your shoulders.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all.

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sinisterexaggerator · 3 months

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Uncharted Territory

Hunter x Gen! Reader

Warnings: None. Fluff and a kiss. A little bit of angst in relation to wartime and heartfelt goodbyes.

686 words

Notes: I decided to write a series of "goodbye" ficlets where the reader takes / removes something from each of CF99 as they part ways.

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War was rampant; your situation was not special, yet guardian angels had been delivered to your doorstep. They were clones, though unique in comparison to all the others, tools of the Republic who had come to save the day.

Even so, their stay was short. You had offered them your home and an open hearth. The leader of the pack had expressed his gratitude for your hospitality, those men who had been stationed on your planet the last few weeks finally packing up their things in preparation to vacate your humble village.

Hunter came for one last visit, alone, wanting to privately address you and the time you had spent together. He was used to hard goodbyes, though this was uncharted territory.

You were sure he could hear the pounding of your heart, the stoic sergeant pausing before your open door. Managing to keep your grace, you ushered him inside, somehow fighting off the deep-seated ache that had taken root behind your ribs.

“Off so soon?” you asked, attempting to relieve a bit of tension, knowing good and well he had come to bid you a fond farewell. You were not sure your eyes would ever again meet his, so warm and brown, taking this time to commit to memory his tawny, tatted face.

“Unfortunately,” Hunter replied, making a motion with his hand. “We have to be on our way,” he stated, bringing attention to the fact he did not have much time to spare.

You would sigh, giving him the best smile you could muster. You were easily betrayed by your emotions, stepping forward toward the man who carefully studied your every move.

“You could always stay,” you proposed, knowing he would never leave his squad behind. It was wishful thinking, even if naïve to entertain.

“I can’t,” he breathed. He did not enjoy having to disappoint you. “Listen—” he started, but you would interrupt him by leaning forward to undo the knot of his bandana.

“One more time?” you asked; Hunter only nodded. Gently, you sifted your fingers through his chestnut locks.

Hunter closed his eyes, letting the sensation overwhelm him, nerve-endings tingling by way of your gentle caress. Plush lips parted as you ran the full course of his curls, this action repeated thrice when your hand finally came to rest along the bend of his strong jaw.

He would open them again just as you kissed him, settling into the soft flesh of your lips. He scooped you forward, pressing your body against his, firm and strong, and clad in that damned armor.

You surrendered in totality, sweetly moaning this clone’s name. “Hunter.”

As if ravenous, his tongue found yours, his embrace enveloping your form. He was a soldier; he was destined for battle. You could only give him this small reprieve.

And yet, it was too much, Hunter pulling back to keep himself in check. Everything about this felt too good, too right. It had to end before it could properly begin; he would be unable to find the motivation to leave this place or your cozy house.

You felt a brush against your other hand; Hunter softly squeezed your fingers around the bit of fabric in your possession. “You can keep it,” he offered, though you could only smile again.

You shook your head and moved to refit the bandana to its rightful place; you cinched the back and stood a pace away, admiring your work - more than that. He was worthy, a hero among his kind.

“No,” you started, “I have all I need to remember you by,” you promised, lightly resting your hand atop your chest.

Hunter’s own smile was subdued in return, bittersweet. “Stay safe; make sure I don’t have to rescue you again,” he playfully asserted.

“Don’t give me any ideas,” you muttered, gifting to him one final kiss; the feeling lingered, dying slowly, Hunter trusting that you would be all right.

Nothing more was to transpire. With that, he turned to rejoin his squad. Even if he was planning to depart from your muggy, Mid Rim world, Hunter would never leave your heart.

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messrmagpie · 2 years

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Marauders: First Wizard War (lovers, brothers, killers, friends)

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wolfstargazer · 3 months

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Feb 20 - Lovesick - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 717

Sirius stared down at his coffee, gripping the cup tightly in his hands. He'd been dancing around this for weeks...months even...but it never sat right with him concealing anything from James. He was more than a brother. He was his better self. And besides, he had grown tired of carrying the burden on his own.

James was watching him closely, bouncing Harry on his knee who was trying, and failing, to snatch his father's glasses. But now they were here Sirius' resolve wavered. He couldn't seem to find the words.

"What's all this about, Padfoot?" James asked.

Sirius took a sip of coffee. It has grown cold. He placed it down on the table, levelly held James' gaze, and gave voice to the fear he'd haboured for months.

"I think Remus is the spy."

James sighed, stood up, and swung Harry up into the air. Harry had grown restless, and keeping moving was the only thing that seemed to keep him quiet.

"Really, Padfoot, are things that bad between you that you'd honestly think that?"

"I've thought about this a lot, Prongs."

James gave a short laugh.

"This isn't easy for me!" Sirius said, hurt, heartworn and lovesick from the conclusions he had drawn.

James looked a little startled and bounced Harry in his arms.

"You think I want this?" Sirius continued. "You think the very thought of it doesn't make my world capsize?" Sirius took a deep breath, steadied himself against the table by planting his palms firmly on it, before saying, "I''ve turned it over in my mind and I can't ignore everything my instincts are screaming."

"You're wrong," James said, with a firmness and a certainty that took Sirius aback. He had expected this to be difficult, but he hadn't expected James to be so sure. "This is Remus...Moony...our Moony...your Moony..."

"Don't!" Sirius warned.

James stopped, pausing to sweep a wisp of dark hair from Harry's forehead before saying, "He'd never do this to us."

"But he can...he might..." Sirius' voice wobbled as he continued, "You don't know Remus like me." James didn't interrupt and Sirius, unable to stand still any longer, began to pace the floor. "There's a darkness...something weak and underhand to him."

James looked taken aback, the pain clear in his voice when he said, "I can't believe that after all these years you sound just like them."

"Like who?"

"Like all those who would rather see Remus controlled, constrained, captive...or worse..."

Sirius swallowed hard and shook his head.

"This isn't about him being a werewolf."

"Really?" James interrupted.

"No!" Sirius' voice was louder than he intended. It made Harry look over uncertainly. Sirius took a deep breath before continuing, "He's holding back. There's something there. I can see it even if you refuse to."

"Padfoot?" James voice was soft all of a sudden, like the voice he'd use to soothe Harry. It took Sirius by surprise and instantly diffused some of the heat from him as he said, even gentler, "Sirius?"

"What?" Sirius replied.

James looked thoughtful before he wandered over to where Sirius was standing. Harry squirmed in James' arms and, when he was close, he reached out to Sirius with insistent hands.

Sirius smiled despite himself, unable to stop himself from scooping Harry from James and planting a kiss on his forehead. Harry made a strange gurgle and burrowed into Sirius' hair.

"This...thing you think Remus is hiding..." James began carefully, picking his words with caution as he continued, softly, "This...problem there is between you..." Sirius felt a strange sensation, somewhere between disgust and exhileration, as James regarded him closely. James ruffled his hair awkwardly, but having clearly decided that the moment was now he continued, delicately, "Don't you think it's time you finally said?"

Sirius was surprised by a stinging in his eyes. He blinked once or twice to rid himself of the tears he hadn't expected and thought silently for a moment.

"I can't," Sirius ground out. He looked at James imploringly and said, "Please. I can't protect you and Lily and Harry like this."

James smiled wearily and, reaching to take Harry back, said, "I don't need you to protect me, Padfoot. I need you to listen." James placed a hand on Sirius' shoulder. "Remus would never betray us. And in your heart, you know it."

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florsial · 1 month

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"Do you love me?"

Regulus looks up from the red wound on his arm. A white towel cleans up the dried blood with gentle movements, pausing when the question leaves James' lips. His dark brown eyes secure themselves on Regulus, who is quiet as he sets the towel down, reaching for the tiny needle and black thread. Still looking up at James.

He only looks away long enough to carefully insert the thin thread into the needle, James has always been scared of that stuff, but now it isn't the sharp needle he fears. Regulus looks back up at him and his arm is held gently in place by Regulus' cold hands.

James notices a strange glint in familiar grey eyes and a smirk tugging on the corners of the other's mouth.

"What do you think?" Regulus finally replies, his tone mocking yet full of fondness that James has carefully remembered.

He bites down on his tongue to quiet a yelp of pain when the sharp point enters his skin, tugging the meat of his arm as Regulus drags the needle through to sew up the cut. He feels his eyes water whether it be from the pain of the wound or his heartbreaking.

"You love me," he breathes out through the pain "but it hurts. Your love hurts."

Regulus lets out a humorless chuckle and continues to sew James' opened arm up as his leg bounces up and down, anxious about the Death Eaters that could find them in this dank London alley.

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eegnm · 9 months

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Ok, so I've been minorly (majorly) obsessed with front toward enemy by @rifle-yes the partisan au of my dreams 😪

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starwarjotta · 1 year

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so angst it is

#star wars #sw tcw #I'M SORRY #WELL NOT REALLY BUT #I SUFFERED WHEN DRAWING THIS SO YOU HAVE TO SUFFER TOO SORRY #and legit two people said cuddles and two angst so skfjsdlf I just decided to go in the order I've drawn them #and I also do like hurt/comfot so first hurt and later comfort #......maybe #huehuehue #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #codywan #I need them to be happy

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allthosepeopleilovetofangirlover · 2 months

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❤Steve Rogers Era Part : 3❤

Steve in his uniform🥹😍

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dreamingofmarauders · 3 months

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𝐘𝐨𝐮!

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙊𝙣𝙚

James Potter x Fem!Slytherin!Reader

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Summary: In which James Potter is beyond shocked to see you introduced as the newest Order member. After all, to him, you’re nothing but a cruel, cold, pureblooded Slytherin

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: House stereotyping/prejudice (I think that's it, if not, let me know please!)

A/N: The inspiration for this came while I was reading @ellecdc's Sirius Black x Reader series called Come Back, Be Here and it was such an amazing read! Go read it if you haven't already! <33

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The Order of the Phoenix, a secret society founded by the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, was gathered once again in another secret location. All the members were seated in their respective seats, looking at the Headmaster to begin speaking.

“Thank you all for coming on such short notice.” Dumbledore said, his voice bouncing off the walls, “I received a tip that revealed a death eater meeting is to take place tonight, not too far from Diagon Alley.” He said. “I will have to arrange a few members to be sent to scout out the meeting, but before that, I have an important announcement.”

Everyone in the room exchanged glances, a nervousness settling for what could be bad news to be revealed.

“I have recruited a new member, who has already proven what a great asset she will be to our team.”

“Who?” Sirius asked.

Albus Dumbledore gestured towards the door, “Come in.”

You strutted in, dressed in dark clothes with your wand twirling between your fingers as a smile sat upon your lips.

“You!”

And two sets of chairs screeched as two individual wands were directed at you.

“What are you doing here?!” James shouted, Sirius nodding as he backed his best mate.

“Charming. Quite a nice welcome you’ve all prepared for me, Headmaster?”

Dumbledore’s blue eyes twinkled as he directed his gaze from you to the pair of Black and Potter.

“Wands down, boys. Y/n L/n will henceforth be joining us from today.” He said, declaring it to the whole room.

“But, Professor!” James exclaimed, “Y/n’s a Slytherin!”

“Gee, thanks for noticing.”

James glared at you before he turned his eyes onto Dumbledore, his expression having turned into one of desperation. “You can’t possibly let her join!” He practically begged. “They’re all the same, the treacherous snakes can’t be trusted!”

Dumbledore opened his mouth to reply but you beat him to it.

“Well not everyone can be so dimwitted that they would end up in Gryffindor.” You said, making both James and Sirius scowl.

"We are very intelligent, thank you very much!" Sirius interjected, making you shoot a look in return that said are you really though?

“Plus," You continued "Not everyone is the same because even a lion could be a snake in disguise.”

James’ eyebrows furrowed together, “What do you mean to imply by that?”

You merely shrugged, earning a scoff from James.

“That’s enough now.” Professor McGonagall called out sternly, making both you and James fall quiet and take your seats.

“Now that we have exchanged small pleasantries,” James and you loudly scoffed, “Onto the mission. I will be sending out Remus Lupin, James Potter, Benjy Fenwick, Dorcas Meadowes and Y/n L/n.” Dumbledore gently smiled, “This tip was given by Y/n herself and this proves how much of a help Y/n’s addition to the Order will be.

A cry of protest sounded from the young Potter, “Headmaster! How can you believe her? For all we know, she could be sending us into a death trap!” James exclaimed, glaring at you, who stood up with a scoff.

“And that is the exact reason I am coming along! If something happens, I will be there too!”

“Nope! Not happening! Headmaster, I refuse to go if she goes!” James said.

“Mr. Potter,” McGonagall said, “Stop behaving so childish. Miss. L/n will be going and that is final.”

James grumbled and muttered, “Fine.” Knowing by now that Professor McGonagall could get real scary when she needed to be.

“Good, now get going.”

James glared your way to which you only smirked at him, irking the young Potter even more.

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The mission was partially successful as like the tip you had given, there was a death eater meeting. However, they sensed the presence of Order members too early and before you all could even cast a spell their way, they had gone.

Most of the Order had been kind and accepted you in, after all, if Dumbledore trusted you, what reason did they have not to? Well, everyone except for Sirius Black and James Potter.

Especially James Potter.

He loathed you. Simple as that. Your mere existence irked him, like it has been since your shared days at Hogwarts. You always had a way that managed to annoy him, and he had been always determined to get under your skin every time he caught sight of you within the castle.

James wasn’t sure when it started but the interactions between the two of you had become frequent since fifth year. He despised you for being a Slytherin, after all you were just like the rest, acting as if you were superior. But it was also the way you winked at him or that teasing smile that crawled onto your lips. Or how you would speak in a playful tone, flicking your hair over your shoulder every time you walked away or how you twirled your wand teasingly between your nimble fingers.

It infuriated him.

Everything about you annoyed James Potter to no end.

Henceforth, why he was so against your arrival into the Order and how he was determined to get at you every chance he could get.

"Wow, L/n, I'm surprised you haven't melted yet." James said later one evening at an Order meeting.

You cocked an eyebrow at him, "Meaning?"

"Meaning my burning hatred towards you, I was expecting you to have skedaddled out of here."

You gave him a weird look, "Well, that genuinely made no sense, Potter. Now excuse me." You said, returning to your conversation with Remus.

James grumbled, turning towards his best mate, "Moony! Stop hanging out with her!"

Remus let out an exasperated sigh, "Listen, Prongs, I love having you as a friend, truly I do, but if you're going to keep this up, I won't hesitate to hex your arse off the planet."

James stared at his best friend, dumbfounded, while you doubled over laughing.

"Moony," James muttered out hollowly, "How could you? You're my best friend!" He accused Remus in an over dramatic manner.

"And Y/n is also a friend of mine."

This threw James off completely, "She's WHAT!?"

"A friend. She was nothing but polite to me throughout school and I have no reason to be rude to her."

You shot Remus a smile of gratitude before moving your gaze to James, eyes turning cold as you stood up.

"I love to annoy you, truly, but I find it unfair how you're always taking out what most of my house has done against me. Not everyone is the same. I'm not like them." You breathed out, your voice wavering near the end.

James suddenly felt a weird sensation wash over him and he watched you turn around and go.

"Mate," James looked at his friend, his attention snapping from you to Remus, "You don't need to be so mean to her. She has gone through a lot."

James scoffed loudly, "I doubt that."

Remus gave his friend an expression of what looked like pity and exasperation. He patted James on the shoulder before walking away. James stood there, lost within his own thoughts. He shook his head vigorously after a few seconds.

No, to him you were merely one of them. You were from a family of death eaters. You were from the house that turned out all the dark wizards. You were just one of them and nothing more. And he hated them all.

"I hate you." He whispered.

Although, James' perception about you would be challenged as the next Order mission would bring an unexpected twist.

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A/N: Ok, so I had this idea of this one scene and I was planning on just a oneshot but instead I decided to go ahead and make a mini series, just so I can write more about James and Reader in this enemies to lovers sort of trope. I've never really written for James before, so I hope you all liked it and stay tuned for the next one because it's going to be good! Love you all and take care! <33

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