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ourloveisforthelovely · 3 months

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Lily's Sister (Part 8)

Regulus Black AU

Summary: You are Lily’s younger sister. Regulus never becomes a death eater but abandoned his family for the order. The two of you have a love/hate relationship that intensifies after you come back from a year abroad.

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating: M- smut

Link to Part 7

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“Y/n, where are you?”

Hearing Lily call your name made Regulus break away from you quickly. The two of you quickly redressed to your formal state before going upstairs. Regulus quietly opened the door while you grabbed a photo album to stage a reason why the two of you went upstairs. The last thing that you wanted was for your mother or father to know that you dragged Regulus upstairs for a quickie in your childhood bedroom.

“Anywhere this was when I was 9.”

You said randomly earning a smirk from Regulus as Lily walked into the room.

“There you two are. You both disappeared.”

You held up the photo album.

“I was showing Regulus a picture. Bloody hell, Lily, we didn’t have time to come up here and screw each other.”

It took all Regulus had not to laugh at that. He had to hand it to you…you could be downright sneaky when you needed to be.

“I never knew that she could be such a sassy little tart.”

Regulus thought with a small smirk as he turned his attention to you. He never thought that he would go to absolute pieces over a girl but it was happening.

“Was happening” wasn’t even the proper words. Regulus “lost” it the moment that the two of you had the first intimate moment alone.

While you spoke quietly to Lily, Regulus let his mind go back to the conversation that he had with Sirius. It wasn’t long after the two of you had slept together for the first time.

Sirius was sitting on the couch and had caught Regulus looking into the other room at you. Regulus knew that Sirius had noticed the “longing” expression in his younger brother’s eyes. It had to be the first time that Regulus had probably had that expression on his face.

“She’s perfect for you. She doesn’t know you or our mum. She has nice thighs.”

Regulus had heard what Sirius said but it didn’t compute to his brain at that particular moment.

“She could strangle me with those and I would die a happy man….what did I just say?”

Sirius immediately started laughing. Regulus had completely frozen when those words left his mouth. While Regulus had slept with multiple women before…none of them had affected him as you had. One night of hot sweaty passionate lovemaking had Regulus ready to be an honest man and only want you. Granted, it would take some time before Regulus fully accepted and appreciated that thought.

“Awe, you discovered girls.”

Sirius said before laughing even harder.

Your voice pulled Regulus from his thoughts. Regulus hadn’t been listening to the conversation that you were having. The annoyed tone, however, pulled Regulus right back into it.

“Why are they here?”

Lily sighed, looking as equally as put out. She didn’t disagree with you on not wanting to see Petunia. Dealing with Petunia was about as enjoyable as getting dental surgery.

“Because Petunia is our sister and mum wanted a dinner with all of her children. Even if one of them is the most difficult woman on the planet and her husband is the human equivalent of a walrus.”

“A walrus?”

Regulus questioned. He had heard plenty of tales about Vernon and Petunia. Neither sounded the least bit delightful. If Regulus never met them, he wouldn’t have lost too much sleep about it.

Lily nodded.

“You’ll see what I mean soon enough. They are the type of muggle that hate people like us.”

Regulus immediately rolled his eyes. If he wasn’t in your parent's home and didn’t give a damn about ruining his reputation in their eyes, he would let Vernon and Petunia have it.

“Maybe I will run into them somewhere else?”

Regulus thought with a smirk.

“Lovely.”

Regulus commented. You turned your attention back to your boyfriend. There was no doubt in your mind that Regulus would absolutely hate Petunia and Vernon. If he climbed across the table and smack the shit out of both of them, you wouldn’t be at all surprised. Vernon and Petunia were the type of muggles that the Walburga and Orion warned their sons about.

“Just try to get along with them. I don’t want mum or dad to be drug along into this. They only want their family together for one night.”

Regulus and Lily reluctantly nodded. The two looked at each other slightly surprised that for once they agreed on something. Had the situation not been so serious you would have made a witty comment about Regulus and Lily actually having something in common after all.

“Fine. I won’t call them fucking morons to their face but you can’t stop me from thinking it.”

Regulus replied smugly. Lily groaned.

“I’ll give you money to say it to their faces.”

“Lily.”

You said your older sister’s name before shaking your head.

“He actually will.”

You added. Regulus only nodded in agreement. It wouldn’t take much for him to be totally okay with insulting some self-righteous asshole muggles.

“We might well get this over with. I hear the walrus.”

You mumbled. Lily turned and left the room to go in search of James. She had to warn him to be nice too.

“So, do we go after her or do we just stay here?”

Regulus questioned. You reached down for his hand.

“Get it over with.”

You murmured before going to the door. Regulus reached out and stopped you. He quickly spun you around and shoved you against the wall. You internally sighed the moment that his mouth was back on yours. Reaching up, you gently tugged on Regulus’ hair earning a groan from your boyfriend.

“Be a good girl, love, and I’ll make your evening better when we get home.”

“Yeah? I would sure hope so.”

You murmured, still not moving your mouth far away from Regulus’. He slightly chuckled before kissing you once more.

“You’re such a tart.”

Regulus said, fixing his now-destroyed hair.

“Well, you started it.”

You countered, giving him a cocky smile. Regulus shook his head before reaching down for your hand.

“We better stop or we are going to end up screwing again and will never get this dinner over with.”

Going back downstairs, you took a deep breath and silently prayed this dinner wouldn’t be as awful as the last one. You did not want to spend two hours listening to Vernon talk about how exciting his job was again. You were thankful that James and Regulus were there this time. James had no shame in making Vernon’s life miserable. He would ask annoying questions until Vernon finally got the message and shut the fuck up.

Walking into the living room, you faked a smile as Vernon and Petunia looked up.

“Y/n, it's so…nice to see you.”

Petunia said, in a forced friendly tone. Vernon, meanwhile, didn’t say anything.

“It's nice to see you too, Petunia. This is my boyfriend, Regulus.”

Petunia and Vernon were surprised to hear this news. You never brought a boy home. Now here stood what could be the best-looking boy that Petunia had ever seen in her life.

“Pleasure.”

Regulus commented, in his usual icy tone. Your mother motioned to the two empty seats.

“Sit down. It's so nice to have all three of my daughters home for an evening.”

As you sat down, you shot Lily a look that said “Kill me now.” Regulus meanwhile, was busy looking between Petunia and yourself. Nothing looked at all similar. If Regulus saw the two of you together in public, he never would have put it together that the two of you were siblings. You resembled Lily more than anyone.

“And for that I am grateful.”

Regulus thought as he frowned at how unattractive Petunia was.

The dinner was mostly an uneventful affair. Right as your mother plated dessert, Vernon turned his attention to Regulus.

“So, what is it you do, exactly? You haven’t said much of anything.”

Your mother and father’s eyes rolled up to Regulus as if silently apologizing for their rather rude son-in-law. Vernon had been talking about his wonderful job so long that no one had the chance to utter a word.

Regulus turned his attention to Vernon. So far there was absolutely nothing about the man that could be the slightest bit redeemable. If Regulus never met Vernon again, he would be totally okay with it. Vernon was nearly as vain and boring as Regulus’ uncle Cygnus. Regulus had spent half the dinner thinking about how if Cygnus would entertain the thought of having muggle friends he and Vernon would be perfect for each other.

“I’m a lawyer.”

Regulus replied. Vernon frowned.

“You look awfully young to be a lawyer.”

Regulus put his drink down.

“In our world, we don’t have to spend ages in school in order to be successful. It also doesn’t take much to prove or defend someone for a crime.”

Vernon rolled his eyes.

“I see. You are like them.”

He motioned to James, Lily, and yourself with clear distaste in his voice. Regulus raised an eyebrow.

“Like them? Oh, I get it. You have a problem with what we are and what you are not. Unfortunately, not everyone can be special. Some people need to be…ordinary.”

Vernon turned a shade of pink that you had never seen before. James meanwhile, grinned.

“Vernon, I would be nice to him. His family is loaded and they know all kinds of dark magic. If Y/n and Regulus get married, you may meet them at the wedding.”

You gave James a look before putting your head down to not giggle. Something told you that if you did marry Regulus, Vernon and Petunia would be no-shows. Granted, the Blacks probably wouldn’t be there either once Walburga found out that her baby boy was to be with a muggle-born.

“Regulus probably won’t want them there anyway.”

That thought alone spoke volumes. Of all the time that you had known Regulus, he never did much with his family. He would go to a family dinner when his mother pestered him enough but that was it. Regulus mostly avoided them like the plague.

You were also extremely thankful for that fact too. The last thing that you wanted was to potentially have to explain yourself to Walburga and Orion Black. Nothing that you could say would be good enough to convince them that you would be the perfect wife for their son. Walburga would probably try to attack you for “bewitching her baby boy.”

Rolling your eyes, you turned your attention to Regulus. He sat staring at Vernon with his best “lawyer scowl.” You had seen him look at many people like this. Between being in a courtroom with Mr. Crouch while Regulus defended someone or an Order meeting…this was Regulus’ perfect poker face.

Regulus focused his attention on Vernon’s face. To his pleasure, he saw fear in the man’s eyes.

“Thank you for that James. Look, Vernon, I know about you. Whether you like our kind or not, you will be showing us respect.”

Regulus focused his attention on Vernon’s surprised face before speaking directly into his mind.

“You will show me respect as you will with every other person at this table. Potter is right about one thing. I do know how to make your life miserable and I won’t hesitate to do so. I beg you to give me a reason.”

Vernon was clearly surprised by the experience. He looked around a moment or two before realizing what was actually happening.

“You’ve made your point!”

Vernon thought, nervously. Regulus leaned back in his seat with a pleased smirk on his face.

“Peachy.”

Vernon was magically silent for the remainder of the evening. You were happy with whatever it was Regulus did and didn’t plan to ask any questions. Seeing your older sister and her pig of a husband silenced made the remainder of the evening magical.

Arriving back home, James was in fits of giggles after Regulus told him exactly what he did.

“I wish that I could have heard the whole thing. I may have to upgrade you to friend.”

Regulus rolled his eyes as he took off his coat.

“Isn’t that nice? Well, that was an interesting evening.”

Lily sat down on the couch in a huff.

“That is why there aren’t many Evans family dinners. One can only take so much Vernon and Petunia Dursley before your brain goes soggy.”

Regulus shrugged.

“He made me want to punch a wall. Oh well, he’s scared of me now. You are most welcome, by the way. Y/n, sugar, are you ready to call it a night?”

You simply nodded before going to head up the stairs. James whined.

“Silencing spells are great. We all know that she calls you daddy.”

Lily shot her husband a glare while Regulus turned around and gave James a smirk.

“Now that we all know each other. Later.”

Lily waited until Regulus was out of the room before throwing a pillow at James’ head.

“Why would you do that?”

Meanwhile, you had barely gotten up the stairs when Regulus pulled you into the bathroom.

“I wanted to spend the evening in a hot steamy shower marking your pretty little neck up.”

You gave Regulus a little smirk before beginning to get undressed.

“We both can get what we want.”

You moved to turn the tap on and waited for the water to get hot and steamy. After turning the shower on, you were about to get in but stopped when Regulus wrapped his around you from behind.

“Turn your neck to the side.”

Regulus ordered. You did as you were told and waited for Regulus to bury his face in your neck. When he didn’t, you started to turn but stopped the moment Regulus lightly smacked your ass.

“Stop being impatient, I was only admiring my work from the other night.”

Regulus commented before licking a path over the love bite from the night before last.

“Now be a good girl and get in the shower.”

(The next morning)

You were thankful that the previous evening’s moodiness seemed to evaporate after returning home. After the little go in the shower, Regulus was back to himself.

“You’ll be late today?

You questioned as Regulus walked you to your office. He rolled his eyes before sighing.

“Yeah, this case I have is a real drag. How I’m supposed to defend this man properly is still a mystery on its own. I should thank your twat of a boss for sending him my way. If I wouldn’t get the book thrown at me I would kick him.“

You shook your head before fixing Regulus’ tie. It was no secret to you that there was no love lost between Barty Crouch Sr and Regulus. Regulus had no respect for the older man since he threw his own son into prison (even if there was enough evidence to do so). While Regulus had not said it, you knew that he missed Barty Crouch Jr. Regulus had lost so many friends over the years. Knowing that one of them was locked away in prison forever to rot there was a rough thought.

“I would prefer that you don’t kick him. I rather like you being home with me and not in Azkaban. Besides, you are too pretty to go to jail.”

Regulus smirked before shaking his head.

“You really are a pain in my ass.”

You gave him a smile before stepping closer to kiss him goodbye.

“That’s why you love me.”

Never in a million years did Regulus EVER think that he would be standing in the Ministry of Magic flirting with his minx of a girlfriend. Now here he was and he was starting to not give a damn. It was nice feeling wanted.

“Yeah, you keep me on my toes wondering what in the fresh hell you have done to me.”

You placed a hand on Regulus’ chest, fighting the urge to pull him into another kiss.

“Melting your heart and keeping your dick hard… it's what I do best.”

(meanwhile)

Walburga and Druella walked through the Ministry of Magic hallways. Both women had come to pick up a document that Orion had requested. Walburga was annoyed with her husband. He was perfectly capable of doing something himself but as usual, requested Walburga to do it.

“He is probably busy with his stupid mistress. The whore is nothing but trouble.”

Walburga grumbled. Druella rolled her eyes.

“The men in our family have problems with saying no to pretty young women.”

Druella was about to say more but stopped the moment that she spotted Regulus standing outside of Barty Crouch Sr’s office. Her eyes widened as she realized that Regulus was talking to a girl…a girl that the Black family had no idea about.

“Speaking of the men in our family being unable to say no to pretty young women. Look at your son.”

Walburga frowned before following Druella’s line of sight. She stopped the moment that she saw Regulus. It had been weeks since Walburga had heard a peep from her youngest son. Now here he stood standing awfully close to a girl that Walburga knew nothing about. She looked you over. Whoever you were, you were a lovely young woman.

“I wonder who she is?”

Druella questioned. Walburga shrugged.

“He hasn’t even informed me of a girlfriend.”

Druella chuckled as you reached out to fix Regulus’ tie then stood on your tiptoes to kiss him.

“Well, she is either his lover or they are very good friends. I have never seen her before. I wonder why she is…and her blood status?”

Walburga had to fight the urge to stomp over to her son and demand answers to her questions but decided not to. Regulus had been avoiding her like the plague. Walburga wasn’t sure if it was due to his new job or some kind of “I have no parents I was hatched from an egg syndrome” that Regulus was going through. Whatever the problem was truly bothered Walburga. She had already lost Sirius and now her precious baby boy acted as if he had no time for his parents.

“Yet, he has time for this girl.”

Walburga thought coldly.

“I have no idea who she is but I will find out. I think it's time for us to have a family dinner. I want to know about who this little woman is. My son owes his mother some explanations.”

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harringtonsbae · 3 years

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Okay, imagine painting and all your favorite characters at Hogwarts just start painting their names and things they wrote on your legs. Like I would literally be the happiest person ever! Note: I hope this makes sense

#Hogwarts Imgaine #imagine #Hogwarts #Harry potter #hermione granger #ginny weasley #george weasley #fred weasley #percy weasley #charlie weasley #Bill Weasley #draco malfoy #ron weasley #tom riddle #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #lily evans

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squishycalumxo · 3 years

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Yo can someone send me some writing requests. I wanna write but I have no inspiration. It can be about anything but preferably Christmas themed because I want to get into that Christmas spirit.

I’m really hyperfixating on the marauders, but y’all can request 5sos, one direction, the golden trio

I’ll make a list of people I write for but if your character isn’t on the list Request it still I might write them

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theyoungest-weasley · 7 years

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James Potter Imagine 2

Request: Could you do a James x reader where they are having a prank wars but OMG they're so romantic but also hate each other at the same time if ya know what I mean?! Love you and your blog btw❤️✨:)

so I’m super exited to write this!! its such a good idea I can’t wait!

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You crouched down behind the suit of armor in the hall, waiting to hear that asshole James Potter’s voice. You had set up stink bombs to go off when you said a simple spell with your wand. Not only that, but James would also be covered with bright pink paint, that would hopefully dye his hair.

“I’m telling you, Padfoot,” you heard James’s voice, “She’s so bloody annoying!”

“Mhmmm,” You heard Sirius respond skeptically, “Just last night you said she was hot.”

“Well, I never said that, but maybe you should have taken me to Madam Pomfrey! Clearly I was having some sort of nervous breakdow-”

With a flick of your wand James and Sirius were covered head to toe in foul smelling pink goo.

James took off his glasses to show two perfectly circle untouched area’s of skin around his eyes, which made you howl with laughter.

Sirius was attempting to pull the goo out of his hair, devastated.

“I can’t see!” Sirius complained.

“Y/n!” James shouted, fuming in your direction.

You were doubled over in laughter, “Oh my- I’m so- this is just too funny!” James began stomping towards you, leaving pink footprints in his path.

“Good luck getting that out of your hair!” You yelled over your shoulder as you ran away from James and his confused friend.

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James marched into the Great Hall with pink hair the next morning, making you snort with laughter, failing miserably to hide it.

James sat next to you and glared at you.

You only giggled, “Have you done something new with your hair, James?”

“Ha ha,” He responded sarcastically, getting closer to your face.

You felt butterflies in your stomach, it’s only because I hate him so much, not because he’s attractive or anything, you attempted (and failed) to convince yourself.

There was a pause and you could’ve sworn James glanced at your lips for a moment.

He looked back up at your eyes.

“Just you wait, Y/n. You won’t know what hit you.”

He got up to leave and you suddenly had a moment of confidence. You stood up with him and looked straight into his anger glistened eyes, but.. there was also something else there.... lust? No...

You shook the feeling and moved along, “Do tell me, James,” you said with very smug mock concern, “where’s Sirius?”

James’s confidence faltered, “T-That’s none of your business. Why? Do you... care about him or something?” James finished quickly.

You scoffed and put your face even closer to his, “No, my guess is just that poor little Padfoot was too scared to leave his dormitory with pink hair.”

James fumed even more, getting even closer to your face, “Padfoot can do whatever he wants, he just wasn’t hungry this morning.”

“Sure,” you smiled falsely, sitting down as James began to clam down and start to walk away

“Just,” you waited for James to turn around, “tell him I’m sure he looks ravishing.”

You saw James’s fists clench as he stormed out of the Great Hall. You let out a short breath and looked over at your friends, who were smirking at you.

“What?” for some reason you blushed.

Y/f/n looked back and forth between you and the door, “This little charade is cute to watch, but we all know you are head over heels for James.”

You mouth fell opened and for some reason you blushed harder, becoming flustered, “N-no... No! There is no way I could ever like... him. I mean, he’s... annoying! Um...” you blushed as you struggled to think of things. On any other day you could make a list of 101 reasons why James Potter is a self-absorbed prat, but right now, you were a stuttering mess.

“Sure,” y/f/n smirked.

“I don’t... like him,” you mumbled to yourself, standing up from the table and walking out the doors of the Great Hall.

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“I’m telling you, Padfoot, shes-”

“- So bloody annoying, we know!” Sirius rolled his eyes as he straightened his beanie.

“I think she seems nice,” Peter interjected, “She helped out with my charms homework one time.”

James shot Peter an angry look and pointed to his hair, “Does this seem nice?”

Peter looked at the ground.

“What in Merlin’s name are you doing?” Remus had arrived at the Gryffindor common room to see James standing in the middle of Peter and Sirius filling a metal bucket with water.

“I’m,” James said confidently, “going to get y/n back for messing with me and Sirius.”

“This is such a stupid idea,” Remus sighed.

“Whatever,” James was almost done filling up the bucked.

“Don’t you think it’s a little odd how much time you’ve invested into thinking about Y/n? I mean, you’re always talking about her,” Peter asked.

“That’s because she makes me angry,” he responded, talking to Peter as though he was a child.

“Are you sure,” Remus said cautiously, “you don’t... like her?”

“W-what?” James said, a blush appearing on his cheeks, “That. Is. Ridiculous. I could never like her! Sure, she’s kinda hot, and good at playing pranks, and funny, and smart,” he looked up at his friends, who were now on the verge of laughing. He blushed harder, “But that’s not the point! She’s the worst!”

“Sure, Prongs,” Sirius rolled his eyes once more.

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You wiped the tears off of your eyes, trying you best to stay calm and collected.

You looked down at the crumpled paper in your hand. You couldn’t do this anymore.

Your pureblood family had officially disowned you, sending a letter to let you know that for Christmas break (which was only a week away) you wouldn’t have any home to go home to, and basically said ‘good luck with finding a place to stay over the summer, blood traitor.’ After making tons of Gryffindor friends, you parents had warned you to fall in with the right crowd, perhaps hand out with Regulus Black. You ignored their warnings and began pointing out their racists comments and ideals at home. After years of defending muggle-borns, half bloods, and ‘blood traitors,’ they had finally decided that you weren’t a member of their family.

You looked up at the Fat Lady, she didn’t even ask you for the password, just giving you a ‘I’m sorry, dear,’ and letting you in. Immediately you were covered in water, charmed with some sort of spell to make you slip every time you got back up. You heard James’s laughter and looked up from where you were sitting on the ground.

“I told you not to mess with me, Y/n!”

You remained silent and held up the soaking parchment, black ink running off the paper.

The last time you would ever hear from your family, and it was ruined.

You felt your voice crack and you began to sob. Hugging the letter close to your body you cried the hardest you ever had in your life.

“Y-yn?” James seemed worried now, “I-it was only a joke I never meant to hurt you feelings I swear, I’m so sorry,” he said genuinely.

You heard Remus mutter a spell under his breath and the water slid off your face and clothes and back into the bucket, leaving you perfectly dry. You felt a glimmer of hope and looked at the letter again. It was dry, but all that was left of the writing was black blobs. You put a hand over your mouth and stared at the letter, tears streaming down your face but no longer sobbing, this was it. Your parents were done with you, and you knew it was all your fault. Id only you had just done what they asked... you might still have a family.

“Y/n..” James said quietly and he slowly sat down on the ground next to you, “What’s wrong?”

You honestly didn’t care who it was anymore, you just needed someone there. You turned and put your head in James’s chest and he slowly wrapped his arms around you, still confused.

“T-they don’t want me anymore,” your muffled voice said.

“Who?”

You ripped away from James, standing up and waving the letter around, tears running down your cheeks and almost in hysterics.

“My fucking parents! My whole fucking family! I got fucking disowned!” You heard yourself laugh, “I got fucking disowned! How funny is that? They sent me a letter and said ‘good luck out there! We don’t fucking want you anymore!’ And now,” you stopped laughing and your voice quieted, you looking at the parchment in your hand, “The last letter I have from them is destroyed.”

James rushed over to you and pulled you into a hug, “I’m so sorry, y/n.”

You cried silently into his chest and the two of you slowly sat down on the ground. Eventually you looked up at him to see he was crying as well.

“James,” you laughed a little, in spite of everything wrong with your life, “Why are you crying? My family didn’t disown you,” you were able to joke.

You wiped a tear from his cheek and he smiled back, breaking your heart, “Because you’re crying.”

“So?”

“I don’t like to see you cry.”

“Why is that?” You whispered back after a short pause.

“Because you deserve to be happy,” he responded in the same whisper.

“Do you know what makes me happy?” You asked, feeling confident in his arms.

James simply shook his head.

“You.”

James closed the gap between the two of you and you ran a hand through his hair.

You pulled apart after a few moments, both of your eyes red and puffy from crying.

“You know what?” James said excitedly, “You can come stay with my family for Christmas! My parents will love you!”

You laughed at his excitement and looked up at him, “Can you believe you hated me just a few days ago?”

James blushed, “i never hated you. Love is shockingly easily mistaken for hate.”

#james #james potter #james x reader #james potter x reader #james imagine #james potter imgaine #marauders era #maruaders era imagine #marauders x reader #marauders imagine #harry potter #hp

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sirius · 7 years

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9 and 14 with James, maybe the reader is James's younger sister. Bonus: she's been secretly dating Sirius? Love ur fics btw I'm honestly just in awe everytkme I read something u written

I actually don’t like the way this one ended, but it has to end this way, due to the prompts, and it’s 3am and i’m weak. btw this is the longest prompt i’ve ever written, it’s 8 pages long and 2650 words. lol.

9. “You hurt her, I stab you, okay?” and 14. “Take a deep breath and please calm the fuck down.”

Falling for your brother’s best friend was, perhaps, one of the biggest cliché’s in cliché history. It’s the type of cliché that is recycled as the plot of (most) erotic romance novels for bored, middle-aged witches. And as much as you hated cliché’s, it was your reality.

It started in your fifth year, in the Astronomy tower while a rowdy, victory party raged below you. An innocent kiss, which had led to a passionate make out session, which evolved into a heated shag against the wall, rushed and sweaty and delicious.

Of course, the guilt had harassed you every time you and Sirius met up. But you couldn’t resist him, and it suddenly wasn’t just about the sex anymore. It was secret dates in Hogsmeade and nights spent inside a make-shift pillow fort, sipping fire whiskey and talking about the future. It was cuddles and forehead kisses and tickle wars and picnics beside the Black Lake. He held you like a promise of protection, and Sirius never broke his promises.

It was… beautiful.

The fear of getting caught intesified, however, when Sirius moved in, because it wasn’t just James anymore, it was your father, too. Father and son are very much alike, much to your dismay. But, for some odd reason, the risk makes everything more exciting.

Just thinking about the nights you spent, tangled with Sirius in an ocean of white sheets and earth-shattering pleasure makes you feel light-headed, and you squeeze your thighs together, the delicious ache between your legs Sirius had left intensifying. His body hovering over you, skin against skin, his lips spilling over your neck, his hands mapping out your curves, pushing in and pulling out rough and hard and fast–

“Good morning, Lulu,” James greets, his childhood nickname for you on his grin. You dispel the images of the previous night as James bends down and kisses the crown of your head. You throw an orange at your affectionate brother and it hits the back of his head. “That’s rude.”

“Well, I am a Potter,” you remark, taking a bite of your pancake.

“That, you are.”

“Though mummy could have had a steamy, summer love affair with some hunky, young muggle called…Steven”

“Why Steven?” James asks, popping a piece of bacon into his mouth and chewing languidly.

“I don’t know,” you remark, “it was the first name that came to mind…”

“Well, you’re not naming my child,” James remarks, piling his plate with bacon and egg.

“It’s not as bad as – I don’t know – Harry,” you retort, leaning across the table and stabbing a piece of fruit with your fork.

“That’s a fucking awful name,” James cringes, “I quite like the name Elvendork. It’s unisex and very practical…”

“That’s not a name!” you exclaim, “That’s just sounds smashed together.”

Just as you say it, Sirius Black enters the kitchen, the scent of his cologne infusing the air around you. Your heart dances like leaves caught in a summer breeze.

“Morning Prongs,” Sirius nods, before taking a seat beside you, “Morning Minnie.” Your nickname on his lips makes your heart melt through your ribs and pool somewhere in your panties.

“Mornin’ Padfoot,” James mumbles through a mouthful of food, oblivious to your blushing cheeks, “Wouldcha pass the waffles?”

Sirius grabs the plate of waffles and leans across the table, dropping them in front of James. His arm grazes against yours as he does so, and it leaves invisible scorch marks on your skin.

“So, whats the plan for today?” Sirius asks as he begins to fill his plate with food.

“Well, Moony and Wormtail are coming by today,” James remarks, taking a sip of coffee, “And I think we were going to have a game of Quidditch.”

“Excellent,” Sirius grins, delightedly.

“As long as I’m not on the same team as boof head here, then I’m in,” you quip, tossing a nod in James’ direction.

“Come on, (Y/N),” James whines, “We’re the unstoppable duo. What would Godric Gryffindor say if he knew his star seeker refuses to get along with her Captain?”

“I think he would agree with me once he learned how much of a competitive asshole you are,” you drawl. Sirius snorts, and something about his approval makes your heart swell with pride.

“I’m just passionate.”

“You’re just fanatical,” you snip, “It’s bloody embarrassing.”

“Don’t be afraid to tell us how you really feel,” James drawls, though the corners of his lips are pinched in a loose grin.

“This is somewhat awkward,” Sirius confesses, “Especially when the salt is sitting in the middle of your upcoming family lawsuit.”

“You’ll get use to our bickering,” you smile, passing him the salt “If I don’t stab him with my fork first…”

“Regs – I mean – Regulus and I used to argue all the time…”

You and James shared a furtive glance as Sirius talk a bite out of his toast, his gaze boring holes into the butter dish. Silence hung over the breakfast table, filled only with the scraping of cutlery and the crunch of toast and bacon. An urge to take Sirius’ hand under the table overwhelms you, and you place a hand over his. Sirius shoots you a grateful glance, eyes brimming with grey melancholy.

“Anyway, Pads” James says, his voice rippling through the silence. You jerk your hand away from Sirius, “What do you think of the name Elevendork?”

“Ah, good name. It’s unisex,” Sirius grins and you face palm.

“Neither of you are naming my child,” you grumble, and hearty laughter bubbles in the air.

“Alright, that’s it, I’m having a break,” you announce, throwing your broomstick on your shoulder and pacing away. James zooms down and staggers to the ground, his hair windswept and eyes bright.

“Potters don’t have breaks,” James snaps, chasing after you, “Come on, team Potter is on a winning streak.”

“James, you are pathetic,” you drawl, “I’m starving and I have to pee.”

“Yeah, Prongs, it’s not as though this is the Quidditch World Cup,” Remus adds, catching up to the two of you, “It’s your backyard for Merlin’s sake.”

“It’s still Quidditch,” James snips, causing both you and Remus to roll your eyes.

“This is why I’m not on the Gryffindor Quidditch team,” Remus mumbles, stabbing a thumb in James’ direction. You stifle a snigger.

“Giving up already?” Sirius calls after you, “We’re just getting started.”

“No wonder you’re playing so poorly,” you remark, spinning around to face him and walking backwards, “Honestly, my grandmother could play better than you and she’s dead.”

Remus barks a laugh and awards you with a fist pump.

“Aw, that’s cute,” Sirius grins, jogging up beside you. “Pretending to act like you weren’t distracted out there is so sweet.”

Heat tickles your cheeks and you spin around, curtaining your blushing cheeks with your hair. “What are you talking about?”

“Yeah, what are you talking about, Pads?” James inquires, brow raised suspiciously.

“I’m just saying, there were plenty of opportunities for Minnie to catch the snitch, yet she seemed…distracted.”

Sirius was right. Your focus had been lingering between Sirius and the lean muscles flexing beneath his Quidditch shirt. Sirius seemed to be giving you a knowing grin and you averted your gaze, staring at the ground.

“Hey, can you guys wait up,” a flustered Peter pants, trailing behind the four of you.

“Sorry, Wormy,” James drops his pace, walking beside Peter while you and Remus walk ahead. Sirius sends you a flirtatious wink before joining Peter and James, and your cheeks flare as you and Remus pace toward your house.

“You know I hate to say it but…Sirius is right,” Remus mumbles.

“I wasn’t distracted,” you say, brashly, “I was just waiting for the right opportunity.”

“Uh-huh,” Remus nods, “Like how you’re ‘waiting for the right opportunity’ to tell James about you and Sirius.” You gape at Remus and the sandy-haired boy chortles, shaking his head, “I may hang around idiots but that doesn’t mean that I am one…”

“How long have you known?” you ask, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“That doesn’t matter,” Remus smiles, batting the question away as though it had materialized in front of him, “What matters is that you’re honest about your feelings. For James’ sake.”

You sigh, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “You’re right. Dammit, Remus, I hate it when you’re right.”

“I know,” Remus grins, proudly, “You also love it, though.”

You shake your head and jab him playfully in the ribs, “Yeah. I do.”

Remus and Peter had left after dinner, but the formers words hadn’t left you at all. He was right, after all. You have to be honest and clear. It’s the least James deserves.

Swinging on the swing strung on the large sycamore tree behind your house, you feel the summer breeze tickle your cheeks and filter through your hair as you try to figure out what to say. A lot had happened on this swing, which was large enough to occupy two people. But this was your spot of thought and contemplation.

Before you can string together a proper sentence, however, you hear familiar footsteps approach you, and then his voice fills the night air.

“Looks like you could use some company…”

You regard him over your shoulder, “What makes you think I’ll want yours, Sirius Black?”

Sirius sinks into spot beside you. “Don’t know, really. I just have this gut feeling that you do.”

You laugh, trying to ignore the heat radiating from Sirius onto you. Your bare thigh brushes against his, igniting sparks beneath your skin.

“Is it the same gut feeling that lands you in detention all the time?” you quip. Sirius chortles.

“Nah,” he murmurs after a beat of silence, “It’s better.”

You feel his gaze sweep over you and you suddenly feel self-conscious of every centimeter of skin on your body. You wish you had chosen a prettier sundress, or slapped on more make-up.

“What is it like?” you whisper, daring to look into Sirius’ eyes.

Sirius raises a hand and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers trace your jaw and travel down your neck, wrapping around your pulse point. “It’s like…fireworks or Butterflies, flying in formation. And it always happens when I’m around you.”

“Sirius…” you whisper, “we have to tell James.”

Sirius nods, his thumb gently dragging across your throat. “I know.”

You see the guilt flicker across his handsome features, and something chews away in your chest. This is just as hard for him as it is for you, you can tell. But if James truly loves both of you, he will understand that this is so much more than chemical lust. It’s love. Strange and magical and beautiful. It’s you and Sirius, sitting on your swing, bathing in moonlight and basking in the glow of one million stars.

Leaning forward, you press your lips to Sirius in a languid kiss, your lips whispering how much you love him. Sirius kisses back, his other hand moving to cup your cheek before wrapping around tendrils of your hair. It’s not the first time you’ve kissed him, but every time your lips meet, it’s like he’s igniting every dying star inside your soul, sparking every flame into a wild fire, and he burns but you love it.

When you break away, Sirius plants a tender kiss to your forehead and you rest your head on his shoulder, his arm wrapping around you protectively. Both of you fail to notice that you’re no longer alone, and it’s only when someone clears their throat that the two of you leap apart, jumping from the swing and spinning around.

“By all means, snog in front of me like I don’t exist,” James drawls, his face contorted into what looks like a cringe and a grimace. But there’s a fire in his eyes that is only lit by rage, and it swallows you up in hazel flames.

“James,” You murmur, “Please, listen to me…”

“My best friend is snogging my little sister and I’m supposed to just listen to you,” James growls, moving toward Sirius. Sirius steps back but James keeps charging toward him. You step between them, pushing a gentle hand against James’ chest.

“James, take a deep breath and please calm the fuck down.”

“Calm down?!” James roars, “Calm down?! Are you really going to tell me that?”

“James, please.”

James’ eyes dart between the two of you before he rakes a hand through his hair.

“My sister and my best friend,” he mutters, repeatedly, as he begins to pace back and forth. “How long? How long have you been shagging my sister?”

“It doesn’t matter, James.” Sirius says, his voice steady but his eyes pleading.

“Yes, I think it does fucking matter!” James snarls, voice venomous and low.

“No, it doesn’t. Because I love your sister, James. I love her. I always have, and I always will.” Sirius snaps, but there is no anger in his voice, “She gives me purpose and hope and I’ve never been more happy in my life. I fucking love your sister, James, and I will sell my soul for her happiness without a hint of hesitation.”

Unshed tears glisten in your eyes as you gaze at Sirius, and his hand moves to cup your own, holding it flat against his chest.

“You mean everything to me, (Y/N). I love you more than those three words could ever mean. I love you. Just you. Always you.”

“I love you too, Sirius,” you whisper, biting down on your bottom lip, “I love you so much.”

Moving toward Sirius, you throw your arms around him and capture him in a warm embrace. He buries his face in your neck and you press a gentle kiss to his neck and it’s beautiful, it’s perfect, it’s real.

And it’s in front of James.

You break apart slowly, before turning to James, whose face in unreadable. You gaze at James, begging him for his blessing, because as much as you love Sirius, James is your brother and you love him, even when you think you hate him.

“You…You love him?” James murmurs. You nod fervently and take Sirius’ hand. James’ eyes flick toward Sirius. “You love her?”

“More than anything.”

There is another still silence, in which the tension threatens to bury you alive. James’ hands tear through his hair again before a laugh of disbelief leaves his lips.

“My sister and my best friend,” he mutters, and then a flicker of a smile crosses his lips, “My sister and my best friend!”

Unbelievably, amazingly, James is grinning, and it’s such a dramatic change in mood, you have to blink several times to believe it.

“My sister and my best friend!” James steps forward and slaps a hand on Sirius shoulder, beaming at the two of you.

“So…y–you’re not mad anymore?” Sirius stammers, hardly able to believe it himself, “We’re still…friends?”

“It’s going to be…weird…and I’m still angry that you kept this a secret from me but…my sister and my best friend.” James smiles, before adding more seriously, “You hurt her, I stab you, okay?”

Sirius gulps thickly, “I – er – believe you.”

James nods, before a grin tickles his lips and he beams at the two of you. You take Sirius’ hand, interlace your fingers with his, and you smile because this is okay now, no more secrecy, no more sneaking around, this is real and this is okay.

It’s cliché, but you don’t care anymore. Fuck clichés. This is love, and it’s real.

Friends fans will understand what i did there ;) also, yeah, i’m not super proud of James’ reaction in this, but it has to be this way so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

no more prompts please

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