#merlin: athlete | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

juleswritesstuff · 30 days

Text

Saw a post that said "James' thighs are meant to be ridden" and, well...enjoy 🤭

james potter x reader

warnings: smut

It was honestly so unfair.

They were there at anyone’s display, exposed, and under everyone’s eyes. Something that you would've liked to keep only for you, but you knew it would've been rather impossible.

And it was so fucking unfair.

James' thighs were to die for.

They were plump and firm, muscle flexing with every movement as he ran on the pitch screaming orders to pass the Quaffle or informing his team mates on other strategies that might’ve been useful during the game. Inches and inches of soft, smooth and tanned skin that made your mouth water and your head spin.

What did he need all those muscles for ?

He flew on a broom for Merlin’s sake, he didn’t need all of that.

“I really don’t know what you’re on about. There are some muggle athletes that have thighs twice as big as his, why are you drooling- oh my God Y/n, stop eyefucking him right now or so Godric help me”

Well, James was your boyfriend. You had every right to eyefuck him, thank you very much.

Apparently Marlene didn’t think the same things you thought when you even as much as caught the smallest glimpse of James’ delicious looking thighs clad in a pair of shorts during Quidditch practice.

And, well, she was right. His thighs weren't enormously big, you too had seen bigger, but they were muscular nonetheless. They were firm, and sturdy and they made you feel so good when they flexed just right and the perfectly smooth skin made contact with your crotch, sending bolts of pleasure down your spine and to your core.

Because, yeah, James wasn't stupid and he definitely noticed the way you gawked at him when he wore shorts or pants that were a bit more tight-fitting than usual.

The smirk on his face became even more mischievous, pleased even, when he felt your eyes on him.

“You know you can -ah, try if you want to, right ?” he asked you once.

He was sitting on his bed, dorm room empty, Sirius, Remus and Peter nowhere to be seen. You were plopped on his lap, one leg on each side, straddling him with your hands fisting his hair lightly, just how you knew he liked it, your lips slotted in a filthy kiss.

Tongues swirling and teeth biting teasingly as you rocked back and forth right on his taint, feeling the outline of his cock through his shorts, filling more and more with each roll of your hips.

He stopped just for a second, enough time to ask the question through broken whimpers.

“Try what ?” you asked back, taking his bottom lip between your teeth to nibble lightly, swiping your tongue on it right after.

He didn't answer, apparently too lost in the gentle friction of your groin against his, but not lost enough to not be able to grab your waist gently, lifting you up like you were deadweight, and maneuvering your position until you were straddling his left thigh, rather than his waist.

As soon as you sat on it fully a moan ripped through your mouth.

Oh, that felt delicious.

The firm flesh and tight, flexed muscles making contact with your core made your eyes roll.

You still had your underwear on, not even able to fully undress as soon as your mouth connected with James’, but if it felt that good with fabric in the way, even though fine and now completely drenched, you couldn't even imagine how it would feel if that little piece of cloth disappeared.

Just the idea made your insides melt.

So, logically, you took your panties off as fast as you could.

And so did he with his boxers.

When your bare core made contact with the tanned skin you almost came on the spot.

You started to rock back and forth without even realizing it, shocks of pleasure traveling through your whole body.

“Fuck, baby look at you” James let out in a breath, his voice less whimpery, but still strained. His eyes were adoring and veiled with lust.

“How-oh, fuck, how did you know ?” you asked, your arms resting on his shoulders for support and your head tilted back after a particularly good flex of his muscle made you see stars, broken moans falling off your lips.

“You're as subtle as a Bludger in the face, love” he said with an airy laugh that died on his throat as soon as your knee came in contact with his cock, now rock-hard and leaking pre-cum.

You wet your lips unconsciously.

Oh, to feel that familiar weight in your mouth as your head bobbed up and down slowly, teasing him with your tongue.

Another time.

“Am I ? And here I thought I was being discreet” you said, the sarcasm in your tone broken by the little sounds of pleasure that kept rolling out of your mouth.

You couldn't help it, it felt so good.

He felt so good.

“I could feel your eyes all over me, my legs and my ass. So much about being-shit, discreet”

“It's not my fault -ah, fuck, do that again please, you're built like a goodamn statue, Jamie”

“Oh, am I now ?” he asked teasingly, but he couldn't keep a string of low groans from escaping his throat.

“You know you are, stop acting all coy” you said in a whisper after a particular roll of your hips had hit just right, exactly where you needed it.

He pulled you closer to him and started to kiss your shoulder, your collarbone, your neck, every fucking centimeter of your body until he reached your lips and he dived in like a starved man.

“You're the one who looks majestic, baby” he whispered directly on your mouth, your lips still touching “fuck, look at you. Riding my thigh so well. Tell me, why didn't we do this sooner ? How could you deprive me of such a sight ? I know you wanted to baby” he started to stroke his cock lazily, his eyes taking in your figure as you moved sinfully.

His words made you moan again, and again.

His hands on your hips guiding you gently as you rocked back and forth slowly, trying to drag the pleasure as much as you could.

“I- it was embarrassing” you cried in a whimper when his mouth latched to one of your nipples, sucking gently, tenderly, before grazing lightly with his teeth, making you hiss.

“Didn't want to make a fool of myself, if you said no” you explained as rationally as you possibly could with the amount of pleasure you were feeling.

“As if I could ever say no to you, Y/n. You know I'll do anything you ask me, baby. I would crawl on the floor right fucking now if you wanted me to” he breathed right on your skin, eyes hazy and filled with lust, but still glued to yours.

“Would you ?” you asked as your hands found place through his hair, tugging lightly, cradling dark brown locks between your fingers. Your hips were still moving relentlessly, swaying in a sultry rhythm that made your veins fill with fire.

“You know I would. I’d do anything for you” he said before kissing you again, till both your lips were red and bruised and you were in dire need of oxygen.

“Ah, fuck. Of course you would, you’re such a good boy, aren’t you ?” you said with a grin and in seconds you got to witness James’ expression crumbling, eyes wide and mouth agape as a sob fell out of his gorgeous lips.

“Holy shit, you know how that gets me, baby” he said, breathless. The grip on your hips tightened slightly.

Of course you knew. His eagerness for praises never went unnoticed by you.

“Do you know why I love to say it so much, Jamie ?” you asked as you stopped moving on his thigh only to get back to you initial position, right over his now completely filled out cock.

You took it in your hand delicately, stroking lazily, feeling the velvety soft skin and the little veins scattered along his length.

He hissed through his teeth and looked at you with pleading eyes.

“Why ? he asked in a broken moan as you kept moving your hand up and down.

When you stopped, it was only to hover right above him, aligning his length directly at your entrance.

Then you tipped forward, lips directly on the shell of his ear.

“Beacuse when I say it you always fuck me so good that i’m barely able to think” you whispered, and after a second you were sitting fully on his cock, bottoming out head to base.

He let out a groan and threw his head back banging it to the wall, but he didn't seem to feel the pain, probably because your slick warmth was all he could think about at the moment. His head was spinning, his breath ragged and he couldn't even form a coherent word.

You rolled your eyes, feeling all of him inside of you. The tip of his cock buried so deep inside you that it caressed your cervix with every single breath he took.

“Fuck-fuck, you’re so fucking tight you’re squeezing me, love” he said once his brain started to, barely, work again.

You took a couple more seconds to adjust and get used to the, much more than welcome, intrusion, but, not even a moment after, you started to sway your hips again.

The breath got knocked out of your lungs, your eyes rolled back so far in your skull that, if you weren’t literally fucking yourself on the best dick you had ever taken, you would’ve been concerned.

James’ hands found home on your ass, gripping so hard you were sure there would've been bruises by the next day.

A souvenir you were eager to see.

You bounced up and down mercilessly.

The coil in your belly started to grow stronger and stronger.

But your legs were tired, almost ready to give out and you let out a broken sob at the thought.

But James, wonderful, amazing, handsome, sexy James knew you like the back of his hand and he noticed.

Of course he noticed.

In a heartbeat hands were on your hips, stilling your movement. You wanted to protest. You wanted to tell him that you couldn't stop now. He’d been such a good boy letting you ride his thigh, he deserved to come.

You couldn't even utter a word before James’ hips snapped up and he was buried deep inside of you again, filling you up and leaving you breathless.

“It’s ok, baby. I got from here” he said in a whisper before he started pounding inside of you like a fucking machine.

His thrusts were hard and deep, making you see stars, planets and entire galaxies.

Your brain was foggy, clouded with lust and the sounds of your and James’s moans blended together.

“James-Jamie” you whimpered. You were close, you were so close you could feel it in your veins, the fire getting so hot, scorching even.

You just needed-

“Come baby, you’ve been such a good girl for me”

The coil in your tummy snapped, your brain went blank and a drowned out moan fell from your lips as your head tilted back in the most breath-taking of pleasures.

James got his release too. Thick ribbons of white painting your insides as you helped each other ride out your orgasms.

You surged forward to kiss him lazily, languidly, without a care in the world. You nibbled at his lower lip, always so plump and inviting and he let out a soft chuckle.

“Merlin, you really like sucking on my lips” he said, bumping his nose with yours in a cute gesture.

“I like to suck on a lot of things of yours” you mused with a grin. His eyes widened a bit and you could feel his cock twitch, suddenly interested again.

“Shit, baby, you can't say things like that when I'm still inside of you” he groaned in a pained voice, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

“So, no round two ?” you asked, acting all innocent, but you had a smirk on your lips that he, still hiding on your collarbone, couldn't see.

He lifted his head so fast that you were afraid he would've broken his neck.

“I would love nothing more baby, but aren't your legs tired ?” he asked, while tucking a strand of your hair, messy and a bit matted thanks to him, behind your ear, stroking your cheeks with the pads of his fingers while he was there.

“Oh, yeah. I can't even feel them anymore thanks to you, your amazing thighs and your glorious cock”

He laughed, tipping his head back with a smile that could outshine the sun.

Warmth spread inside your chest and the corners of your lips turned up, mirroring him.

“My ‘glorious cock’ huh ?” he said, his shoulders still shaking with laughter “is it that good ?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow with a cheeky grin.

You bent forward, kissing his lips sweetly.

“The best” you whispered right on his mouth.

“Just my dick ? Nothing else ?” he questioned, his hands on your hips as his thumbs drew imaginary circles on your skin and his eyes flicked to you with a mischievous glint.

“Ah, and your thighs of course. How could I forget ?” you said, teasing him.

You really hadn't noticed, but he kept his glasses on the whole time. That meant that he got to savor every single blissed-out roll of your eyes, bit of your lips, scrunch of your eyebrows, and mouth parted in pleasure.

It honestly made you a little giddy inside.

You laughed when a pout appeared on his beautiful features.

“You're not funny, you know ? I knew you just wanted me for my body” he said, but his little smile was teasing and it started to get bigger and bigger.

“I actually wanted you for your ‘O’ in DADA, but, sure, that works too” you said teasing further.

“What ?!” he asked, actually bewildered “really ?!”

You rolled your eyes, fondness gushing out from all your pores.

Merlin, why did he have to be so cute ?

“No, James. I love you because you're one of the best people I know. You're nice, funny, charismatic, smart -well that only sometimes- and you have the biggest heart. You're good. You're so good, baby. Your smoking hot body and your incredible ability to fuck me stupid are just bonuses” you said as your hands cradled through his hair softly.

Then you left a kiss on his cheek, on his nose, his temple, the high part of his cheekbone, until you reached his lips where he proceeded to melt.

He wrapped his arms around you and brought you closer, seeming to forget that he was still balls deep inside of you.

You let out a small hiss as you shuddered at his little movement.

"Careful, baby. Sensitive” you said a bit breathy.

“Fuck, sorry. I'm sorry, love. Do you want me to-”

“Don't you even dare move” you told him, keeping him close to you. Arms looped around his neck as you faced him.

A confused frown settled on his forehead.

“I don't wanna go yet. I like staying like this” you confessed. Your fingers ran all over his face, tracing every nook and angle.

The corner of his eyes, his brows, his nose, cheeks. And finally his lips.

“But your legs-”

“Oh, don't worry, they’re just a bit numb. After we catch our breath a little, I want you to make them fucking shake”

He stilled for a second, and then he was on your lips again ,hungry and even more eager than before, placing a kiss on them after every word.

“You” kiss “are” kiss “so” kiss “goddamn” kiss “perfect”.

Let's just say your ability to walk was severely compromised for a couple of days.

#marauders #marauder's era #the maraunders map #james x reader #james potter #james potter x reader #james potter smut #harry potter #marauders smut #sirius black #regulus black #remus lupin #smut #marauders map

539 notes · View notes

hearts4court · 7 months

Text

Size!kink with James Potter

A/N: I know i already used this gif but he’s SO fine and i love this gif so much. this might be my longest one for kinktober😨

Pairing: James Potter X afab!reader.

Kinktober Masterlist🎃🦇

⚠️smut under the cut!!⚠️

James was a big guy. It wasn’t hard to notice.

From his athletic build, all the way done to his dick. And oh how he knew he was bigger then you, and how crazy he drove you.

James loved you. He would do anything for you, he would never hurt you. But, he couldn’t help himself from rearranging your guts.

~~~~~

“Sweet Merlin—“ you gasp as James pushed into you, “shh.. i gotcha.” he said stopping mid way.

“Are you sure i’ll fit?” he asked placing one of his bulky arms by your head. “Yes—i’m sure.” you plead.

James continued to push into you slowly, his eyes never leaving your face, looking for any sign of discomfort so he could pull out.

Soft whines and shaky breaths leaving your lips as he split you open, grabbing onto his muscles and digging your nails into his skin, potentially drawing blood.

“Almost there…”he whispered as you let out a soft moan as he slipped through you. “i gotcha, baby. i’m almost in, you’re doing so good.” he praised making you slightly drool at his words.

“Got it.” he said as he fit right through you, like a perfect puzzle piece. “Shit..”he moaned as he began to thrust slowly.

“Fuck, Jamie!” you cry and he couldn’t help but smile. “Shh..it’s okay, look how well your taking me, yeah?” he reassured making you whine.

Don’t copy, translate or repost any of my work w/o my permission.

#the marauders era #the marauders x reader #the marauders smut #james potter scenario #james potter x y/n #james potter x you #james potter blurb #james potter x reader #james potter imagine #james potter smut #james potter x fem!reader #james potter #the marauders x you #marauders x reader #the marauders x y/n #kinktober #smut

978 notes · View notes

dracoxsworld · 1 year

Text

Harry Potter During Sex

18+ content, minors pls do not interact ⚠️

Warnings: Sexual Content, sub and dom harry. Mentions of anxiety and insecurities

Click here for my masterlist

I am truthfully a Harry Potter person in my heart I LOVE this boy.

Harry is honestly baby.

Touch starved bc obviously but that’s okay

Will literally beg for your touch, even when you’re busy.

“Baby..please? I miss your pretty hands around my cock.”

Of course you couldn’t resist after that. You’re not a monster.

“I missed your pretty mouth too.. Please don’t make me wait will you?”

not into the mommy shit, more so begs for you like you’re royalty and he’s not worthy of it.

But can be very dom too.

boob guy. 100%

Always plays with them, touches them, likes watching them bounce when you’re riding him. kisses then, leaves hickeys etc.

Loves your ass, too.

One time you surprised him by wearing very short athletic type shorts in gryffindor colors with “Potter” on your arse.

Boy went fucking crazy, practically drooled. Immediately slammed you against the wall, grabbing your ass and attacking your neck with his lips.

“Fuck baby, do you see what you do to me?” He grumbles in your ear as his hardening dick starts to rub on your soaking wet clit. Eventually, one hand makes its way towards your clit, starting to rub little circles. You cry his name.

You like dressing up for him, like wearing his cape from his uniform for quidditch, with nothing but a bralette and lacey panties underneath.

Very very jealous very easily because our boy can be a tad insecure sometimes.

Cedric hit on you during yule ball once, you looked over in harry’s direction as he was gabbing with ron about Merlin-knows-what. You gave him an “i’m uncomfortable and don’t know what to do” look. He immediately came over and took your arm and said “I think y/n looks a bit tired, Cedric. I better take her off to bed”

“Actually Harry, I was about to do that myself.” Cedric replied, shaking his arm around your waist. You immediately stumble at his touch, into Harry who places both hands on each side of your waist. “Actually she’ll be coming to bed with me” Harry said, rightening his grip on you.

Let’s just say Cedric probably heard your screams of Harry’s name from his dorm that night.

Eating you out is his favorite, I don’t make the rules. He loves giving you little kitten licks on your cunt, making you whine, giving you hickeys in your thighs and lower stomach etc.

“Harry..please, go back…” you’ll beg him, he’ll smirk, licking down your stomach, burying himself back into your pussy.

He def tongue fucks you, loves the taste of your cum, will lick you clean <3 only the best for his girl.

Dude is packing. I mean seriously. The girth? Absolutely destroys your guts. You see stars.

“Was..was I good princess?” he always asks, making sure he made you feel good

“Harry I can only see stars” you said, out of breath, nails still in his back.

#harry potter smut #harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter x reader smut #potter x reader smut

1K notes · View notes

moutainrusing · 3 days

Text

labels

“Guys! I’m gay!” Sirius announced to their dormitory.

“Awesome!” James grinned.

“He means homosexual, not just happy, by the way,” Peter side-eyed James.

“Oh! Then double awesome! You’re happy and homosexual!”

“Hell yeah!” Sirius pumped his fists in the air, glancing at Remus, which Remus pretended not to see, even though he could see everything perfectly well in his peripheral vision. He glared intensely at the pages of his book, refusing to engage, feeling incredibly uncomfortable, like he was trapped, and the room was a cage, closing in on him, forcing him to adhere to certain labels, fixed ways of defining himself… “Got a problem, Moony?” Sirius snapped.

“No.” Remus didn’t look up. “Good for you. Any boy caught your eye?”

He could feel Sirius’s glare drilling holes into him. “What, would it disgust you if that were true?”

“No.”

“Then look the fuck up.”

“Pads,” James started, looking increasingly worried. Peter was picking at his cuticles, shuffling behind James as if the boy were a shield from whatever explosion was occurring between Remus and Sirius. “Pads, just calm—”

“You want me to calm down?!” Sirius directed his glare at James. “What, so you don’t care that Remus is being fucking unreasonable?”

“I do, and I’ll deal with him—”

Sirius cut James off, facing Remus with a scowl, “I accepted you for being a werewolf, didn’t I?”

That stung. Remus blinked and looked up, face blank. “Yeah.” He spoke fast, to avoid Sirius interrupting. “But I shouldn’t have to accept anyone for their sexuality, people should just be, it shouldn’t be something to announce and accept, because it’s always there, it’s a fact, and it is good for you, but it’s nothing unordinary. It’s just another human thing.” Remus took a breath.

Sirius’s scowl faded, but his face was still guarded. “Hate to break it to you, but we live in a heteronormative and homophobic society. I have to announce it, and you have to accept it.”

Remus swallowed. “But society wouldn’t be like that if you acted like it was normal. Because it is normal. Any sexual orientation is normal. So if everyone behaved like that, society would automatically go along with it.” He shrugged. Could he go back to his book now?

“And how do you plan to do that?” Sirius pressed, arms crossed.

Remus blinked. So it was his responsibility now? Fine. It was probably everyone’s. And he’d never needed to announce his sexuality. It was just a normal part of him. It made him feel more human, even with a wolf raging inside him. “Well…” he paused, gathering his thoughts. “I… have a crush on a boy. And I think that’s normal.” Remus admitted.

Sirius’s eyes widened, “You’re gay?! Who is it?!” Even James and Peter looked on in interest.

Remus winced. The first answer was, No, please don’t label me, and the second was YOU. “Uh… I don’t know, and… I don’t want to tell you.” Not exactly lies, right?

“Okay, firstly, that’s okay, we’ll help you figure out your identity,” Sirius started.

I know my identity already, Remus wanted to scream frustratedly. I’m Remus Lupin, and that’s all that matters. I’m who I am. But he just nodded half-heartedly.

“And secondly, I think I know who it is,” Sirius’s eyes glinted, and Remus braced himself for the worst. “It’s Caradoc Dearborn!”

“Merlin’s whacky beard, yes!” James agreed. “Do you like him, Moony?”

Remus smiled awkwardly, mouth twisted with confusion. “What? No, not him.”

“You’re lying!” Sirius protested, dramatically pointing at him.

James nodded, “He’s like, the only boy you ever talk to.” Remus also talked to Sirius, James and Peter. But okay. “And you’re always smiling with him, and talking about your hobbies together—”

“Picture of love!” Sirius interrupted, grin unnaturally stretched.

“I don’t like him,” Remus reinforced.

“Oh, I see,” Sirius carried on grinning maniacally. He held a fist beneath his lips, imitating the way Quidditch was commentated, “Remus Lupin’s holding the lie, zooming across the pitch, dodging and swerving like the athletic acrobat he is.” Remus shot this a withering look, while Sirius winked, “He gets to the goalposts, where he prepares himself to shoot. He brings the lie into one calloused, veiny hand—”

“Sirius, what the fuck,” Remus deadpanned.

Sirius waved him off, “And he throws it! It goes up and up and it soars through a goalpost! It’s a lie!! Remus Lupin shoots, he scores, and it’s a lie!! The crowd goes wild!!” James and Peter began cheering demonstratively.

“REMUS AND CARADOC!” James yelled.

“Caramus,” Peter nodded sagely.

“Redoc,” James countered.

“Moonlove,” Peter said, explaining, “Caradoc means love.”

“Aw, that’s adorable,” James cooed.

“What?” Sirius looked conflicted. “It does? Oh.” He turned to Remus. “Well, I’m sure he’ll give you all the love you deserve, Moonbeam.”

Remus threw his hands up, “I don’t want love from him!”

“Looks like Remus Lupin has scored again!!” Sirius responded. “What’s the verdict?”

“It’s another lie!!” James cried.

Remus sighed. If Sirius was so adamant about his crush on Caradoc, then he wouldn’t ever reciprocate Remus’s feelings. He wanted to ship Remus off with Caradoc, because apparently that was perfect, never him and Sirius. Sirius didn’t want him. He just gave him to Caradoc. “Okay,” Remus exhaled. “Yes, it’s Caradoc.” Now, that was a lie.

His friends grinned, and began planning ways for him to get with Caradoc. Remus went back to his book. But he still wasn’t focused on the pages, because he could only think of Sirius’s metaphor. But now Sirius was on the broom, holding Remus’s heart in his hands, swerving and dodging and abruptly veering, shaking it, sending his emotions haywire. Sirius had an inescapable grip on the weak, enamoured organ, squeezing the life out of it as it still thumped a mile a minute for him, like the hopeless, lost little thing it was.

Sirius would take him, shoot him through a goalpost, and score, and Remus was forever his. Sirius didn’t even need to shoot, Remus was already his, he had already scored a Remus, and that probably wasn’t his grandest victory, but now Remus was lost, and hopeless, and Sirius’s.

He sighed, tuning back into the conversation.

“And at their wedding,” James was saying.

“What?!” Remus interrupted. “Guys, no. I’m not even gonna date him!”

“What, why?” James asked, looking offended, as if it was him Remus had rudely rejected.

“I just…” Remus lamely waved a hand, “Like pining from afar. I like… admiring him. I don’t actually want to be his… boyfriend.” Remus did not want that label.

Sirius laughed, “C’mon, Moony, that’s never true.”

“No, it really is. And now I’m going to bed. Goodnight, boys.”

Remus heard Peter hurriedly yell, “Night, Moony!” before closing his curtains and throwing himself flat on his mattress.

Although he couldn’t sleep, so after waiting for the lights to go out, and the sounds of his friends’ snores, he opened his curtains and crept to the cramped stone balcony, with a pack of Muggle cigarettes in hand. He lit one and brought it to his lips, exhaling smoke over the grounds below, draped in darkness and moonlight.

He tensed, sensing movement in someone’s bed. Sirius’s. The opening of curtains, the tip-toeing of feet towards him… “Hi, Sirius.”

“Damn it. You’re like one of those Muggle superheroes in them comics.”

“Werewolf.”

“So I was close!”

Remus gave him a flat look as he squashed in beside him.

Sirius grinned. “What’s up?”

“You.” Remus rolled his eyes while Sirius blinked in confusion. “You’re up in the sky,” he pointed. “Sirius.” And there it was, burning an intense white as it beaconed slowly.

“Oh.” Sirius looked up. “I meant, what’s on your mind?”

Also you, Remus thought, glancing at the side of Sirius’s face as he took another drag. The way his grey eyes reflected the glow of the stars, and seemed to emit their own brilliant light, the heat melting them into a shining silver. He wordlessly offered the stick to Sirius, who held the illicit item elegantly between two slender fingers, and took his own drag. Remus stopped looking, turned and blew the smoke trapped in his throat into rings.

“Superhero,” Sirius exhaled softly.

Remus gave him another flat look, met with the same brazen grin. He looked away. But even then, he kept glancing back fleetingly because it was Sirius, whose warm body was pressed into his own, and they were smoking into the night, and it was Remus and Sirius, one of the only things Remus truly wanted.

But then another person was added, one Remus did not want, when Sirius asked, “Is it Caradoc?”

“What’s Caradoc?”

“On your mind.”

“No. Drop it.”

“You said you wanted society to know that all sexualities are normal. So why wouldn’t you show them by asking your crush out?” Sirius nudged into him even closer. Too close. Remus was going to fall. He was falling. And Sirius didn’t even realise. Didn’t even care.

“It’s also normal to have a crush on someone and not want to date them. So I’m showing you that.”

“I don’t get it.”

“Well…” Remus looked at Sirius. “I look at him, and I think that I’m just lucky to be near him. That’s all I really want. I just want to spend time with him. I don’t want all those finicky labels. I want to be.”

“But don’t you want to do all that couple stuff and be exclusive?”

Remus shrugged. “I’ll do whatever we both want. So if we want to do couple stuff, why can’t we do it anyway? And if we want to be exclusive, then we’ll only do that stuff with each other. It’s not a big deal.”

Sirius nodded, brows still furrowed. This was hard to explain. But no one would want to do those things with Remus anyway, so why was he trying? And the only person he wanted to do those things with was next to him, insisting that he had to have a crush on someone else. Finally, Sirius said, “You sound like you really love him.”

Remus swallowed, because yes, he did really love Sirius, not Caradoc, not anyone else. But for some fucking reason (Sirius), they were talking about Caradoc. And for some reason, he was just continuing the lie. He was going to need to make notes, otherwise he’d lose track of everything he supposedly felt for Caradoc. He shrugged in response to Sirius’s statement.

Sirius gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. “Are you confused about loving him because you still don’t know your identity?”

Remus tensed beneath Sirius’s hand, which was immediately withdrawn. “No.”

“It’s okay if you are.”

“I’m not.”

“I’m only trying to help!”

“Well, stop it.”

“I don’t get it. Do you have a problem with people knowing you’re not straight?”

Remus shot him a withering look. “No.” Because he didn’t like that label either. “I’m not anything, just drop it.”

“You are something, don’t worry. There’s nothing wrong with being gay.”

“I know. Except I’m not.”

“Bisexual.”

“Sirius, fuck off.”

“Look, it’s human, like you said. Normal to like any other human, or to not like any other human, regardless of their gender.”

“Normal to like another human as long as they’re not related to you,” Remus said pointedly.

Sirius laughed. “Tell that to the Blacks.”

“I told one of them.”

“I’m offended. I would never stoop that low.”

“How low would you stoop?”

“Mmm, not that low. Just enough to suck someone’s cock.” Sirius grinned. He pointedly added, “Someone who’s not my relative.”

Remus laughed.

But then Sirius asked, “Why don’t we look for more labels?”

“I said no.”

“We can find one that suits you.”

“None of them will suit me.”

“Don’t be a pessimist.”

“I’m not being anything.”

“Marlene knows a lot about sexualities,” Sirius was saying. Remus tuned him out. They were going in circles. He didn’t know how to explain himself. They’d reached stalemate, where neither of them had convinced the other, but they were adamant on their fixed positions. Fixed. Remus didn’t like that.

“Sirius, I don’t want a fucking label. Shut the fuck up.”

Sirius looked affronted. “Look, what’s your problem?”

“I fucking told you.”

“You were literally the one who said all this should be normalised! So what’s this hypocritical bullshit?”

“I’m not being a hypocrite. I told you, I like a boy.”

“That’s gay.”

“Maybe. But I’m not.”

“What the fuck are you on? Are you really that scared of the word ‘gay’? Because that’s what I am. Me. So do you not fucking like me now?”

“I like you, Padfoot. I like you for being a fucking spoilt brat and an arrogant dickhead and a cruel little tosser. For your fucking personality, arsehole. You being gay doesn’t matter to me. It’s not your personality. How does ‘I like boys’, equate to the things that make you Sirius? Anyone could like boys! Only you can be Sirius. And I do like Sirius.”

Sirius was staring at him. “You like those things about me?”

“Oh, ‘course you fixated on that. Well, I was trying to insult you, but I suppose, yes. I also like the good stuff about you.”

“Can’t be much of that.”

“Oh, do you want the list?”

Sirius smiled. “You have a list?”

“Sod off, I don’t have anything written down.” It was all ingrained into his brain instead.

Sirius hummed. “I think I know something.”

“Those are two things I never expected of you. Thinking and knowing. This must be a record.”

“Mate, shut up. I think… you are Remus.”

“Wow. Do you want applause?”

“No, as in, that’s all you identify as. You don’t need anything else. You’re perfect and clever, and your whole personality. And your sexuality doesn’t matter to you. Am I right, or…”

Remus’s chest felt lighter. “I… Pads, I’m not perfect, or clever, but yeah, the rest was true, I think. I just… I think society would be better if there were no labels at all. Then everything would be normal. You’d be able to like anyone. I don’t like the labels. They feel… uncomfortable. And unnecessary. Just let me like who I like, for fuck’s sake. Why do I have to turn my feelings into a label that has to be accepted?”

Sirius smiled. “Don’t then.” He paused, and whispered teasingly, “Would you like me to find a label for people who don’t want to be labelled?”

Remus laughed. “Actually, Padfoot, could you like… tell me why you like being labelled so much?”

Sirius grinned. “‘Cause I like making wild announcements. And I know it’s not my personality, but it’s still an aspect of me that I’d like to acknowledge. I want everything out in the open. And being gay helps me explain that. But now I know that it’s also normal to not need to explain that.”

“Thanks.”

“Don’t thank me. Remember, it’s not something anyone should have to accept.”

Remus beamed at him. Sirius returned it, jokingly murmuring, “That’s my Moonbeam.”

Remus stared at him, before realising, “I never asked why you’re up.”

“For you, obviously.”

Remus felt a surge of affection for him, so strong that he couldn’t contain it. “Sirius, I’m not lying. I really don’t have a crush on Caradoc.”

“But—”

“I was describing how I felt for a different boy. And I’m sorry for agreeing that I liked Caradoc, but you were all so insistent—”

“Who is it?”

“I…”

“Who else can it be if not Dearborn?”

“Sirius,” Remus started, realising that he had also just stated the answer.

Sirius didn’t seem to catch on. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

“Oh. You have a crush?”

“We’ve established that. Who’s yours?”

“Sirius,” Remus said again, wondering when the boy would get it.

“Moony, just tell me.”

“I am telling you, Sirius.”

Sirius furrowed his brows. “When?”

“Just now.”

“I still don’t know who it is.”

“Sirius,” Remus was barely containing his laugh. Honestly, despite the fact that he would get rejected, this was the funniest way to reveal his crush, and he really didn’t care. Sirius was getting so annoyed.

“For fuck’s sake, who is it?!”

“Sirius.”

“What?!”

“I’m answering your question, dumbass.”

“Don’t call me dumbass, since when did you answer the question?”

“Been answering it for ages, Sirius.”

“Wait. Hold on. Wait.”

“Yes, it’s kind of hard not to wait when you’re trapping me on this balcony.”

“How are you still being snarky?! You just admitted to me that you like me! Every time I want to admit I like you, I get all nervous and shit! How are you so calm?!”

Remus blinked. “Excuse me?”

“I like you.”

“…Thanks? Does this mean we’re still friends?”

“Yes. But do you also want to do all that couple shit with me? And would you agree to be exclusive with me? And can me and you just be?”

“…It’s you and I.”

“Swot. You’re lucky I like you. And I think I’ve just made you lose your cool,” Sirius grinned excitedly.

“Yes,” Remus was still processing.

“I’ll make it clearer. Can I snog you? And from now on, can we only snog each other?”

“Yes.” And then Remus Lupin was snogging Sirius Black. And that was who they were.

Microfic Compilation by MountainRuse

#wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #remus x sirius #marauders #ao3 #microfiction #pride month #fanfic #sexuality #labels #no labels

105 notes · View notes

stuffforthestash · 3 months

Text

Modern Academic AU I Guess?

Got the idea of professor Raphael stuck in my damned brain all morning, so here's hoping writing thoughts down will banish him back to the hells yeah? Edit: There is now a Part 2 and Part 3 __________________________ Raphael - School of Law, obvs. Teaches courses on contract law and legal ethics. He has a reputation for being the kind of asshole professor that can make or break your academic career, and the fact he's tenured is likely the only reason he hasn't been fired over the countless reports of student blackmail and harassment. Gale - Dep't of Literature. His classes are all niche topics like "Magic, Myth, & The Power Of Metaphor", "From Merlin To Dumbledore: A Historical Look At The Wizard's Role In Storytelling", and "The Ancient Art of Flyting", and they're extremely popular. He loves his job, the students love him, but he's rubbed a lot of his colleagues the wrong way. Astarion - School of Theater & Music. Teaches the 101 level acting course and has a rep for being absolutely brutal, but his methods are undeniably effective. Also teaches stage combat workshops, and is constantly on thin ice with the admin for the way he encourages the gaggle of students that started a fan club for him. Wyll - Health Sciences. He's a practicing physical therapist who was invited to also teach part time, due to having gained a reputation as a leading specialist in working with underserved minorities and victims of trauma. His classes are niche and can be hard to get into due to limited availability. Knows Astarion because they're both in HEMA, and sometimes helps with the combat workshops Karlach - Women's rugby coach and former pro-athlete who had to retire after a chest injury. Is also in HEMA, and was inspired by her buddy Wyll to also pursue Phys. Therapy as a career shift. Shadowheart - Grad student doing her thesis on some obscure theological topic, teaches a generic 101 level religious studies class and is obviously only there because the school requires her to put in the hours. Lae'zel - Also a grad student, transferred from overseas. Studying Sports Management and was assigned as an assistant coach to Karlach, except she's in ASC and is constantly making digs about how their practices are vastly superior to HEMA's foolishness. Halsin - Environmental Science. He's the department chair, and teaches courses on conservationism and land management. All his courses are out in the field though, which means he's never on campus and is nearly impossible to get hold of. He hates being the dep't chair, and he only reason he even accepted the position is because nobody else would. Jaheira - Facilities director, not a teacher. Always somehow knows everything that's happening on campus, has contacts everywhere for anything you could want done, and is the person you least want to piss off. Minsc is her shadow, nobody's even entirely sure if he actually works here but is too afraid of Jaheira to ask. And if you actually made it this far, well.. thanks for reading? I'm so sorry? But also share your thoughts! And lemme know if there's any other characters worth doing a 2nd post for.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 raphael #gale of waterdeep #astarion #wyll ravengard #karlach #shadowheart #halsin #jaheira #minsc

122 notes · View notes

dreamcubed · 2 years

Text

more than a woman 2 | oliver wood x reader

song; more than a woman [bee gees] pairing; oliver wood x fem!ravenclaw!reader genre; established relationship, long distance(ish), fluff, light angst word count; 3,1k timeline; goblet of fire —> order of the phoenix warnings; swearing, relationship insecurities, one argument (gets resolved) summary; you were forced to endure one year of hogwarts without your beloved oliver, so how would that affect your relationship?

masterlist

parts: || one | two ||

“more than a woman to me.”

———————————————

Honestly, it was a good thing that Oliver wasn't at school for the Triwizard Tournament: Merlin knows you wouldn't have heard the end of him complaining about quidditch being cancelled. Still, you missed him, and it was certainly strange not hearing quidditch even mentioned once.

In the one and a half years that you had been together, the marriage joke had persisted, primarily thanks to the relentless Weasley twins. You figured your husband being long distance would be easier to deal with due to the mass amounts of work that NEWTs required. Obviously, you expected yourself to achieve good grades: you weren't a Ravenclaw for nothing. But good grades in the Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests were difficult for even the most intelligent of people.

"Poor you," Chloe mocked at dinner during the first week of seventh year, "How will you ever survive without your other half?"

"Fuck off, Smith," you chided, scooping pasta on to your plate, "At least I have another half."

She rolled her eyes at you.

"You seeing him at Christmas?"

"I doubt it," you sighed, "I still want to see my family and his schedule is pretty packed."

"That's what you get for marrying a quidditch athlete."

You didn't bother correcting anyone anymore, and honestly, you didn't want to.

***

A weekly letter via owl was nothing compared to Oliver Wood in the flesh: you felt as if you had been starved all year of the one person you wanted to see the most. If only his quidditch team allowed enough free time for him to visit Hogsmeade so you could meet up, but it didn't, so you had been deprived.

You couldn't help but grow anxious as the Hogwarts Express grew closer to Platform Nine and Three Quarters, even thought Chloe said everything she could to reassure you.

What if he had fallen out of love in your time apart?

What if he wouldn't be excited to see you?

Sure, his letters to you over the last few weeks had contained nothing but enthusiasm over your coming reunion, but you couldn't help but wonder if he was waiting to break it to you in person.

The train came to a halt.

"Y/N, Y/N," Chloe said firmly, "There is no universe in which that man could fall out of love with you. Trust me, you mean more to him than quidditch."

"But, what if-"

"Look, there he is," she cut you off, pointing out the window at the man stood on the platform amongst the parents. One of his hands held a bouquet of fresh red roses, while the other hung at his side with the fingers playing nervously with each other.

Then, his eyes locked with yours, and all your worries melted away as your lips stretched into a massive grin. You ran out of the compartment and began shoving past people to get to the exit, almost barrelling into the conductor as you jumped on to the platform.

Oliver stood watching you with his grin matching yours, already opening his arms in preparation for what was about to happen. You jumped into them, almost knocking him over with the force in which you did it. You kissed him with the same force, like you had wanted to do for the last year so very desperately.

"I've missed you so much, lass," he said through heavy breaths after your kiss ended, "I've been going insane."

"I've missed you too," you replied, tightening your hold around him even more, "Have you gotten stronger?" You felt his bicep.

He gave you another toothy smile, "Aye. Didn't have a choice, the training regime is strict."

"Good to see you back with your husband," you heard Chloe say, and turned to see her pulling along not just her trunk, but yours as well.

"Ah, about that," Oliver said, dropping you from his hold and taking your trunk from Chloe, "It's about time we made it official, don't you think?"

Shock formed on your face.

"Don't look so surprised, lass, I've already waited two and a half years."

"Godric, this is so romantic," Chloe said sarcastically, making you roll your eyes at her. "Seriously, not even a ring."

"Ah ah ah," Oliver smirked, digging around in his pocket before pulling out a black velvet box.

"Get down on one knee in public and I will slaughter you," you quickly said, "Please don't bring attention to us."

He laughed, "Relax, relax, I won't. Here," he opened the box and presented it to you, "Will you officially become my wife, lass?"

You nodded, darting forward to wrap your arms around his chest again. "Of course I will, you stupid fucking quidditch man."

He smiled wider than you knew possible.

***

"This is my- our- flat," he said, presenting the space to you, "Obviously if you don't like it, we can move, but it's where I've been for a year."

"I like it," you said, "Although I want to make it less yours and more ours."

He nodded, "Do whatever you want with it, I'm not home much."

"Will I still not get to see you that often?" you slightly pouted.

Oliver pulled you in for a kiss, "I will be home as much as I can, lass, but professional quidditch is very demanding."

You had known that this was how life with Oliver would be, but it still made you sad.

"We need to tell our parents about the engagement," you changed the subject.

"They've been treating us like we're married for years," he chuckled, "So have our friends."

"Still, we should tell them, your mother hasn't stopped going on about me being her daughter-in-law as soon as possible in all the letters she's sent me."

"You talk to my mum?"

"Yes, Ollie, I talk to your mum. Believe it or not, I want to a foster a good relationship with my future mother-in-law."

"My priorities lie with my future nan-in-law."

"You thirsting over my nan?"

"Perhaps."

You scoffed, "Can't believe I've been replaced by an old hipster."

"Don't talk about Grace like that!"

You both broke out in laughter.

"Godric, I've missed you, lass," he sighed, "Never be away from me for that long again."

"Trust me, I don't plan on it."

***

It was difficult at first, living with Oliver and his jam-packed quidditch schedule, and there were many nights where you ate alone in front of the muggle television you had insisted on installing. But, as time faded away, you got used to it - it wasn't like Oliver was neglecting you, after all. On his days off, mornings off, nights off, etc., he would spend every waking second doting over you. Plus, on his full working days, when he got back so late you were already in bed, you couldn't help but relish in how he snuggled up to you immediately and muttered, "I love you so much," even though he was under the impression you were asleep.

The wedding planning took up a lot of your shared free time, despite the fact you were only planning on a small ceremony in his parents' garden. There were still the caterers, the dress, the suit, the cake, the rings, and so much more to sort out. It was stressful, yet you enjoyed it, as it meant furthering your relationship with Oliver.

You couldn't live without him.

***

You stared at the cold plates of food on the table, the steam that had been billowing off them having long disappeared along with your excitement. A heat retaining spell would have been easy, but for some reason that felt like giving in - to what, you didn't know. Instead, you sat in the corner of the room, on the floor, fiddling with your engagement ring. You wish you could say that you weren't crying.

It's just that - Oliver had promised that he would be home for dinner by six, he had sworn. The clock in the kitchen was ticking past eight and there was still not even a word from him.

Part of you was worried: what it something had happened to him?

Part of you was angry: he couldn't even let you know that he was running late?

Part of you was fed up: you should have expected this outcome.

The door opened, but you didn't look towards the man entering.

"Hey, love, I'm really sorry I'm late."

You didn't reply.

"Love?" he looked around, as he had spoken assuming you were in the main room - which you were, but hidden from his view. Once he walked past the table to head to the bedroom, you appeared in his peripheral, and he then quickly moved towards you.

You refused to look at him.

"Lass, please, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you."

"Why?"

He hummed in confusion.

"Why were you late?"

"Coach changed his mind about the evening off 'cause we have a last-minute practice match this weekend."

"He shouldn't be allowed to do that."

"I know, but-"

"Did all your teammates just accept it? Let it happen?"

"Well, no, I suppose Rodnickel did leave-"

"Why didn't you then?"

Oliver sighed, "Rodnickel had to get home to his two small kids who would've been unsupervised otherwise."

"You had to get home to me." You were aware you were being a bit unreasonable, but you were exhausted.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, "Believe me, I wish coach saw that as a good enough excuse."

You sighed, admitting defeat.

"So, what did my gorgeous fiancée make for dinner?"

"It's cold now," you mumbled.

"Nothing a little magic can't fix," he winked at you, pulling out his wand to cast a reheating spell. Once steam was billowing off the delicacies once more, Oliver breathed in deeply through his nose and exclaimed, "Smells delicious, my love."

He pulled out your chair for you.

Fuck, you couldn't stay mad at him long.

***

In your opinion, the cosy cottage that Oliver had grown up in had been the obvious choice for the wedding location: it provided a beautiful view of the Scottish countryside. Therefore, you found yourself getting ready in the guest bedroom of the house, with your grandmother delicately fixing your hair. Not too long ago, Chloe had left the room after finishing the final touches of your makeup to get dressed herself, and ever since you had been sat in silence with your grandmother.

"Getting cold feet?" she asked, breaking the ten-minute silence.

You shook your head. Not in the slightest.

"I wish I'd been that sure on my wedding day."

You met her eyes through the mirror opposite you.

"But, no, you have no reason to be nervous. Oliver is a fine young man, and he loves you a whole lot."

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "It's weird," you finally spoke, "People make out getting married as being such a big deal, but this feels like the most natural thing in the world."

"That's because too many obsess over the rosy idea of getting married and starting a family, without thinking too much about who they're doing that with."

"You think they just settle with the first person who's up for it with them?"

"Yes and no. I do think most spend some time on choice, but at the end of the day, a lot of people jump at the opportunity of marriage when they reach a certain age."

You hummed, "Do you think we're rushing?"

Grace inhaled deeply, leaving a moment of consideration before saying, "No, I don't. You two still wanted each other after living long distance for a year, I think you both know what you're ready for."

Relieved to hear that, you fully grinned, "Thanks, nan," you checked the clock, "The ceremony starts soon, you need to finish getting ready."

"Yes, yes," she dismissed you with a wave of her hand, "I'll see you out there - you look absolutely gorgeous, my love."

You beamed.

***

Rowena, how did Oliver get to be so handsome? You were physically incapable of getting the smile off your face as you raked your eyes over his features: reaching the altar just wouldn't come quick enough.

But eventually you got there.

You passed the bouquet off to Chloe - your maid of honour - before assuming the position opposite Oliver. Briefly, you glanced at the audience of family and friends, and felt nerves ripple within you. They disappeared when your eyes met with your fiancé's, however, and somehow your grin grew even wider.

He looked gorgeous dressed up in the afternoon sun, and he was thinking the exact same about you. It was all you could think about as the wedding officiant began the introductions of the ceremony; you were a nervous wreck thinking about the vows you had so carefully crafted and rehearsed.

Oliver's were to be first.

"As I'm sure you know, quidditch is one of the biggest prides and joys of my life - I don't know who or what I'd be without it. What you may not know is that I'm most grateful to quidditch not for the masses of entertainment it provides me, but for the fact it's how I started talking to you, lass. From the day you insisted on connecting me with one of my role models, I've been undeniably attached to you. I never told you back then, but I think I fell in love with you the moment you first spoke to me - I mean who can blame me? Look at you."

Your heart was racing and you knew you must have looked flustered.

"It wasn't just your appearance, though. Right from the beginning, you've always spoken with such passion, even back when you were shy around me. I know all too well about passion, of course, and I knew it meant that there would never be dull moment around you. And, look, we're three years down the line now, and that prediction is yet to be proved wrong - you're still much more than a woman to me. I can't wait to never prove it wrong during the rest of our lives together. I love you so much, lass, I'm so happy you're now my wife."

The audience applauded his heartfelt words, and as you prepared yourself to say yours, you felt him warmly squeeze your shaking hands.

"Rowena, I- I don't know how to beat that," you began, steadying your voice as you spoke, "You know I had a crush on you long before we even had our first conversation, but I don't think you know how quickly it became love after we did start talking. Merlin knows I wasn't the only one who fancied you, I was far from special in that sense, but I felt special when we played quidditch one-on-one together for the first time. I'd never played it before then, which is surprising to a lot of people, I know, considering who my grandmother is. Truth is, I was always terrified of the sport, yet when it was you asking me I had very little hesitation about throwing my nerves away."

Oliver's face had flushed a light pink.

"And only you can do that to me - make me fearless, that is. Back then it was always more in a 'I can't pass up this opportunity with my crush' kind of way, but nowadays it's more in a 'you give me strength' kind of way, as cheesy as it sounds and as much as I feel weird for saying it. I guess that's what vows are about, though. I love you more than anything, Oliver, I always have and I always will."

As your words finished, the audience began clapping once more.

"So then, do you, Oliver Wood, take Y/N L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife, and promise to care for her, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

He didn't hesitate. "I do."

"And do you, Y/N L/N, take Oliver Wood to be your lawfully wedded husband, and promise to care for him, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

"I do." The words didn't feel real: nothing in that moment did. You were struggling to grasp on to reality as you pushed the rings on to each other's fingers.

"Then I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride."

Oliver's lips were on yours in milliseconds, the sweet feeling like honey that you were so familiar with encompassing you. His arms tightened around you as the audience stood up and began cheering, filling you with an unmistakable sense of embarrassment.

But, you know what?

It didn't matter, because you were now married to Oliver - officially.

***

The clinking sound of cutlery against glass echoed amongst the tables, bringing everyone's attention to Chloe, who was sat near your side.

"If I may have everyone's attention, please, I'd like to make a toast to the bride and groom."

Eyes stared at her expectantly.

"I've known Y/N since the very first train ride we took to Hogwarts," she began, "Meaning I've had to hear her going on about Oliver a lot longer than the rest of you."

The typical laughs came in response.

"And Godric knows did she use me to get near him all the time - I can't exactly complain though, as she obviously knew what she was doing. Now, I don't know how many of you are familiar with this, but ever since before they were dating, there's been a running joke that they were already married, so, really, today changes nothing."

Again, laughter.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding - it truly is wonderful to get to celebrate my best friend and ex-quidditch captain's happiness, even if it means being forced to watch them kiss. I love you both, and I wish you a great marriage."

The tables boomed with applause as you smiled your thanks at Chloe, truly feeling as if you couldn't get any happier than that moment. You felt Oliver's hand gripping yours from under the table, and so you turned to look at him to see that his gaze was already on you.

"Hi," you said softly.

"Hi," he replied, grinning whilst his eyes flickered to your lips.

"Uh uh, keep it in your pants til tonight, mister."

He sighed dramatically, "You're lucky I love you."

You chuckled, "I think you'll find that you're lucky I love you."

———————————————

parts: || one | two ||

masterlist

written; 28/09/2022 —> 29/10/2022 published; 29/10/2022 edited; —/—/——

taglist; @workinatdapyramid @iluvweasleys

#oliver wood #oliver wood x reader #oliver wood x you #oliver wood x y/n #ravenclaw reader #light angst #fluff #established relationship #hp oneshot #hp #hp oneshots #harry potter #harry potter oneshot #oliver wood oneshot #hp fanfic #harry potter oneshots #harry potter fanfic #oliver wood fanfic

720 notes · View notes

diana-bookfairchild · 1 year

Text

@hinnymicrofic May Day 18: Retirement

“Jamie, shhhh.” Teddy hissed.

“Al’s sitting on my hand! Don’t tell me to shush!” Jamie complained.

“Sorry!” Al got up hurriedly.

“Al! Get down! They’ll see us!” Teddy reprimanded. “Merlin, why can’t you two be like Lily? She isn’t murdering any chance of finding out what your parents are keeping secret.”

The scowling three boys and very smug little girl turned to the scene they were trying – very badly – to spy on.

Harry and Ginny Potter were talking to each other very intently, heads bent together. All four children burned to know what the conversation was about.

“I think Mummy’s saying something about flying carpets,” Al said, eyebrows scrunched together.

“Pooh!” James scorned. “Why would they talk about flying carpets just because you like them silly-billy-Ally?”

Al went red. Teddy said something sharply to James, who grudgingly muttered an apology. The next moment, groans and exclamations of disgust erupted.

“They’re kissing!” Teddy sighed.

“Do we have to watch this?” Jamie whined.

“I think it’s sweet,” Lily said serenely. At further expressions of incredulity and displeasure, she gave them such a withering look that all three of her brothers shut up. “One day, I want a love like that.”

“We’ve been here ages and we still haven’t heard anything,” James began to complain after only a few seconds, because he was the very antithesis of silence.

“Well, we’re not wasting all the effort we put into making this—” Teddy waved a hand at the candle-lit table, “Date thing happen. We need to know what they’re hiding from us.”

“Just because they’re always whispering doesn’t mean it’s a secret,” Al said logically, in an effort to get back in the house where it was much more comfortable. “They’ll tell us soon. Probably.”

“I’m not taking ‘probably’,” James said, apparently on the other side now. “We have to know. We have a right to know!”

“Seems like your right to know has to be unavoidably delayed,” Lily’s high voice came, stumbling over a few words. “Cause mum and dad are going inside now.”

“WHAT?” Came the shriek of the distracted boys and they looked to see that, indeed, their parents were heading back to the house, hand-in-hand and laughing.

“Noooooo!” James collapsed to the ground in a very dramatic display.

Al howled. “Jamie! You’re on my legs! Get OFF!”

“I give up,” Teddy said, mournfully looking to the heavens. “I give up on everything.”

Inside the house, Harry commented “I think they’ve given up,” to his wife.

Ginny laughed. “About time. I thought the boys at least would riot and leave when we started kissing.”

“As much as their attempts at espionage are entertaining,” Harry said, turning away from the window to smile softly at the sight of Ginny fidgeting with the flower crown he’d just made her. “We should tell them soon. Too much fuss for a little retirement, don’t you think?”

“A little retirement,” Ginny raised an eyebrow. “You’re not the one leaving your career of thirteen years, Potter.”

“Point taken,” Harry laughed.

“Besides, didn’t you enjoy their efforts at setting up a date for us so they could try to eavesdrop? And fail miserably, may I add.”

“Yeah, I feel sorry for them. Hermione said they came to her and Ron begging for all those candles and the dinner and the flowers. So much effort just to fail.” He shook his head, though he couldn’t stop smiling.

“They are getting more desperate,” Ginny conceded. “I’m surprised Lily and Al haven’t been able to convince their brothers to be more reasonable.”

“Getting overruled, I think,” Harry replied. “The other two are a lot older.”

“Fine, we should tell them. I just don’t know how they’re going to take that I’m no longer going to be the star chaser for the Harpies. They love following the team and getting seats to matches.” She sighed worriedly. “Hopefully they’ll buy the ‘reached peak athlete age’ excuse.”

“Hopefully. We don’t want to explain quidditch politics and what it did to you to them,” he agreed.

Ginny sighed again, looking out the window to their children who seemed to be still throwing their little tantrum. “Is it wrong that I’m a little relieved? I love quidditch, but I hated the League politics and the need to win.”

Harry pressed a kiss to her head. “Of course it isn’t wrong. You can find a more peaceful career, relax a bit before that. Especially after how you left.”

“Says the auror,” she teased. “So. Tell the kids tomorrow? They don’t seem to be coming inside any time soon.”

Harry kissed her, and found a matching grin to his. “Tomorrow. Till then. . .” He scooped her up in his arms and she laughed. “I have a few ideas of what we can do. Use this little date they so nicely set up for us, maybe.”

#hinny #married hinny #hinny fluff #potter family #hinny microfic #fanfiction #fanfic #harry potter #harry x ginny #hinny fic #teddy lupin #james sirius potter #albus potter #lily luna potter #harry james potter #ginny weasley

149 notes · View notes

arrowofcarnations · 11 months

Text

Happy O’Knutzy Week, everybody!!! WOOT WOOT

All credit to @lumosinlove for the wonderful characters we’re celebrating this week, and huge thanks to @oknutzyweek2023 (@awanderingdeal) for organizing the fest!

And a special lil’ thank-you to @fruitcoops for thinking up the greatest possible name for Finn’s owl, which I shamelessly stole for this. xoxo

Day 1: Proposal (A1)

Finn saw a lot of things on his evening rounds as Head Boy: shortcuts and secret passages (handy), countless portraits (befriended), teachers in dressing gowns (unsettling), and no shortage of classmates fooling around in the dark (mostly overlooked, unless you happened to be an asshole). It hadn’t even been two months since the start of his seventh and final year at Hogwarts, but three nights a week of the same hour-long trek plus all the time he spent doing this as a prefect meant that this was already old hat. Even a rogue suit of armor or quarreling pair of ghosts couldn’t cure Finn of his boredom some nights, the library’s restricted section serving as his only salvation.

Tonight, though, Finn was grateful for boring. It meant he could try and wrap his mind around everything that had happened this week.

The announcement of the Triwizard Tournament. Dozens of witches and wizards from two foreign schools walking through the doors of the Great Hall with their chaperones. First the Ilvermorny group in their blue-and-red robes fastened with gleaming gold knots, then the group from Beauxbatons swathed in pale-blue silk. The songs, the speeches, the furtive giggles of his classmates as cute newcomers caught their eye.

And then the goblet. The rules and warnings. Dropping a scrap of parchment into its blue flames while his friends cheered him on, and doing the same for them. Giving Thomas a playful shove and saying “It’s gonna be you, Talkie, bet my fucking broom on it.”

He hoped Talkie wouldn’t take him up on that.

Hearing McGonagall announce Finn O’Hara as Hogwarts’ champion was surreal. He’d barely registered the applause, the joyful shouts from his friends, the back pats and hair ruffles from his fellow Gryffindors. He was happy, sure, but mostly he was…surprised? Confused? He didn’t know. It’d just happened so fast, and it was still happening fast—the first task would take place in one week. In one week, he’d be standing in the middle of the pitch, but not to play quidditch. He’d be doing—well, Merlin knows what, but he’d definitely be playing to win, putting his skills to the test against the other two champions.

Leo Knut and Logan Tremblay. His competition. June had heard from Percy who’d heard from some Beauxbatons bloke called Saint that there were some ruffled feathers over in the Ilvermorny camp about Knut being picked, as he was still sixteen. He’d looked just as shocked as Finn had felt when his name was called, mouth falling open and blue eyes going wide. Finn didn’t know anything about Tremblay yet; he’d also looked surprised for a second before ducking his head to adjust his hat. When he’d looked back up, a small smile had softened his expression, and Saint and a tall brunette boy on his other side were jostling him and talking in a fast flurry of French.

Tremblay looked strong. Finn supposed that was one thing he knew about him. Knut did, too—but Finn was an athlete, he could keep up with them. Besides, it wasn’t all about brute strength. If chapter seventeen of Hogwarts: A History was anything to go by, the tournament would test their mettle in loads of ways.

Finn rounded a corner and found himself in the easternmost wing of the castle, close to where temporary dorms had been conjured for the visiting students to stay in through the spring. He was about to find a comfy ledge and dive back into that chapter when he saw a flash of something in the moonlight.

“Really?” Finn muttered, tailing whoever or whatever it was with long, quiet strides. He wasn’t in the mood to tell off a fourth year on a dare or a sixth year meeting up with their girlfriend.

What he didn’t expect when he ducked around another corner and illuminated the hallway with a nonverbal lumos maxima was to come face to face with—

“Tremblay,” he blurted out.

Dressed down as he was in loose pajamas, he looked much more approachable than he had at the welcome ceremony. His eyes were wide as he whipped around to look back at Finn, looking startled and caught-out; but then his green eyes narrowed as he recognized him, sizing him up with crossed arms and a defiant tilt to his chin.

“O’Hara,” he replied. It wasn’t exactly friendly, but Finn liked the way his name sounded in his mouth anyway, how his accent curled around the H and made it sound brand new.

And Merlin, those eyes were green. He’d have to learn to ignore that.

“Merde, point that somewhere else. Unless you’re trying to blind your competition.”

“What? Oh, fuck. Sorry.” Finn lowered his arm so the light scattered across the floor. Then he realized he was apologizing to someone breaking the rules, so he added, “Don’t need to blind you. Could just let McGonagall know you snuck out and let her chuck you out of the tournament by your ears.”

Tremblay scowled handsomely, which Finn hadn’t been sure was possible before this moment, and took a step toward him. “You’re out, too.”

Finn walked forward, too, matching him step for step. “I’m on rounds, Frenchie.”

Neither stopped walking until they were in each other’s space, sizing each other up. Finn didn’t know when Tremblay had gotten hold of his wand, but they were both drawn, now, Finn’s still illuminating the hallway.

Somehow, Tremblay still managed to be intimidating while wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants and having to look up at Finn. “You don’t—”

“Oh, fuck.”

Both of them jumped, Tremblay wheeling around and Finn gaping over his shoulder at the sudden intrusion. Standing at the end of the hall, also in pajamas, was the third Triwizard champion.

The absurdity of the situation startled a laugh out of Finn. Tremblay looked over at him, then back at the new arrival.

“Knut,” Finn said, gesturing with his free hand as if to welcome him to the corridor. “Join us. We’re either about to have a duel or sneak down to the kitchens for a cuppa. Haven’t decided yet.”

Knut did in fact join them, but didn’t draw his wand, walking with an easy sort of confidence that gave him the air of someone older than he was. “I vote tea,” he said with a sigh. Up close, Finn noticed his eyes were just as striking as Tremblay’s, but instead of a sea of green, he was drowning in an ocean of blueblueblue. “It’s too late—early?—to knock y’all on your asses.”

Tremblay snorted. “Je vais vous assommer tous les deux avant que vous ne puissiez cligner des yeux.”

Knut just smirked. “Essayez-moi, shortcake.”

Tremblay aimed his wand and Finn put his hands on each of their chests, holding them apart. “Oh-kay, let’s cool the hell off, shall we? Did you two forget you’re breaking curfew?”

Tremblay backed off as Knut cocked an eyebrow at Finn. Finn put out the extra light from his wand and tapped the Head Boy badge on his lapel with the end of it.

“Damn,” Leo said quietly, leaning back against the stone wall behind him. He sighed again; Finn suddenly noticed the dark circles under his eyes.

“What are you doing creeping around the castle, anyway?” Finn asked, though not unkindly.

Knut gave him a tired smile. “Couldn’t sleep.” He looked at Tremblay, who was still eyeing them like they might bite. “You?”

Tremblay hesitated for a second, then nodded, casting his eyes downward. “Same. It’s—not home.”

Finn let that hang in the air for a second as he thought about what to do next. Walk them down to McGonagall’s office was the “right” answer, but part of the whole Head Boy thing was using one’s best judgment, right? Which meant making exceptions. Still, they weren’t his classmates. Worse, they'd be spending most of the year scheming up ways to beat him at every task.

But now that Finn was really looking, Tremblay had shadows under his eyes, too. Guess that made three of them.

“Right, look,” Finn said, pocketing his wand to signal that he wasn’t itching for a fight. He extended a hand to Knut. “Finn O’Hara, from Galway, ‘ve got an annoying older brother and an owl called Archimedes.”

The smile Finn got this time was a little brighter as Knut shook his hand. “Leo Knut, spelled like the coin but sounds like the lizard. I’m from Louisiana—New Orleans. I have a lot of pets back home, but I could only bring one, so my frog Kermit is here.”

They both turned to look at Tremblay; Knut’s—Leo’s—grin turned wry and Finn waggled his eyebrows until he rolled his eyes, smiled, and shook each of their hands. “Logan Tremblay, from Nice. I have three older sisters, and my cat Simone probably took my spot in the bed while I’ve been out.”

They all looked at each other for a moment, the last of the tension bleeding out of the air around them. Finn had made exceptions before, and his heart told him to make one tonight.

“I know we’re meant to be enemies or something, but it would be pretty shit if you got banned from the tournament before I could meet Kermit and Simone,” he said. “So, boys: a proposal. No reporting each other to teachers, no sabotage, no fights. Yeah?”

“A truce,” Leo said, sounding a little surprised. “Kind of you. I’m not going easy on either of you in the tournament, though. I’m here to win.”

“Leo Knut-like-the-lizard-not-the-coin, I’d be insulted if you did.”

Finn was starting to like Leo’s laugh.

Logan only hesitated for another second before nodding. “We’re all here to win,” he agreed. “But...ouais. Fine. Truce.”

Finn clapped him on the back just to made him scowl again. “Love the enthusiasm, Tremblay. Now—kitchens?”

Leo nodded eagerly. “Kitchens.”

“Tea?”

Logan eyed him. “Do they have mint?”

“Oo-way, Frenchie, whatever you want.”

“Shut the fuck up. Allez, let’s go.”

#o'knutzyweek 2023 #my fic #o'knutzy

69 notes · View notes

onceandfutureclotpoll · 1 month

Text

Title: There Are No Gays in Football

Author: Malu_3 (Grainne)

Rating: Explicit

Summary: When a deeply-closeted Arthur Pendragon finally earns a spot in Camelot's first XI, he's dead set on breaking records, not one of sport's last taboos. But life, like football, is a funny old game, and sometimes the only way up is out. Especially once he realises he's arse over tit for the new physio.

A queer Arthurian tale of courage, love, and football.

0 notes

oneknightstand-if · 8 months

Note

i am so so so so so enamored with what i've played of one knight stand the utter devastation i had when i reached the end was poignant. clutching the ground in pain and writhing in pain. thank you. by the way do you have more compiled descriptions of character appearances

Thanks! Although that sounds like the same state I'm in after bug-testing for several hours.

Ah, yes... people probably want actual physical descriptions too, huh. Usually I just describe the ROs most striking features and leave the reader to headcanon the rest in the story (except for Merlin who's canonically all mindbending eyecandy).

Adrian Benoni - Short dark hair, rather untamed and disheveled-looking. Bright green eyes behind a pair of round, wire-rimmed glasses. On the taller side of average when he's not slouching (which he usually is). Can normally be found in plain hoodie & jeans and kind of blends in with the crowd.

Merlin - Silver hair in wild, flaring layers above their shoulders. Eyes of your exact favorite color. They're currently running around in what appears to be a white trench coat. And that's it... everything else is exactly tailored to be whatever your MC (or whoever's currently looking at them) finds the most sexy/alluring/attractive/aesthetically-pleasing.

Percy T. Longspear - Slight figure, on the shorter side. Rather androgynously pretty. (Looks great in a dress! No, that's not what he normally wears, that's his "incognito" outfit) Black hair that has dark blue streaks through it that tends to fall halfway across his face. Several ear piercings.

Cassandra De Vaux - Deep black hair, short in the back and longer at the front that curls around her face. Average height, average figure on the slim side. Usually wearing a stylishly cut suit with a newsboy cap and a shirt that complements the deep sparkling blue of her eyes. Impish grin when she's in a playful mood.

Gwyneth (Gwen) Reynard - Wavy bright brassy blonde hair tumbling nearly halfway down her back. Most eye-catching feature is probably her brilliant smile that usually graces her face. A bit on the voluptuous side, but the dresses and skirts she tends to wear usually hides her figure somewhat.

Lorelei Guerrier - Tall. Very athletic figure with the lean muscles to match. She has long waist-length pale blonde hair that's usually in a single intricate braid down her back. In the right light, if you're standing close enough, you can a faint sprinkling of freckles across her face. Wardrobe-wise, she tends to look like she's on a constant 24-hour survivalist camping trip.

Broderick Doe - Dark auburn hair pulled back in a small ponytail. Warm brown eyes. Average height, not-quite-so-average figure... he's more muscled than expected. Tends to dress casually. Resting facial expression is unimpressed disapproval and has a sardonic smile... the types of expressions where a mother would warn "you keep making that face and it'll get stuck like that".

404 Error Not Found - You're going to have to wait until they make their debut.

Arthur Pendragon - Red-gold hair in a short soldier's cut from his time period. Turquoise eyes that often get compared to the summer seas. Has the sort of ageless youthful look where (depending on the way he's currently acting) he can be mistaken for being in his early twenties up to a well-kept (with very good genes) later forties. The gravitas with which he normally comports himself means most people think older. Also, magically preserved 5th century warlord... so he's pretty ripped.

Vivian - Literally water. Takes on the form of a beautiful woman of ever-shifting colors with cascading long hair. Sometimes naked, sometimes in what appears to be a long dress that trails in the water. (The 'dress' is just another piece of her form) She's usually not even trying to look human, so often appears luminescently translucent.

#oks-info #oks-ROs

53 notes · View notes

kayte-overmoon · 1 year

Text

I don't care how old I get or how much time passes, when I see the athletic blond one and the scrawny gay one I'm gonna say "merlin coded"

#merlin #merthur #bbc merlin #they are the blueprint

112 notes · View notes

clare-with-no-i · 1 month

Text

monday snippet

thank u @thequibblah for the tag love u internet wife xo and all that jazz. anyway here's wonderwall (a fic I haven't looked at in months)

It’s a bit lucky that they work out this unofficial and impromptu Head Prefect tribunal with such swiftness, because just as Lily’s laughter dies out, the clock strikes 9 a.m. sharp, and a swarm of robed prefects floods the carriage like fish gliding downstream. James of course has prepared himself for all manner of reaction from the prefects upon seeing him, has lain in bed and tried to picture the range of elation (the athletes) to grief (the swots) that would be catalyzed by his presence, so he’s in fact well-braced when a sixth-year Hufflepuff speaks up immediately. “Merlin, that’s James Potter!” Remus shoots James a sidelong look, like, What hath you wrought, Charlatan, which James ignores.

#riot act #my stuff #aha.....#clare is tagged #thanks bestie #have I posted this before???? I literally cannot keep track

12 notes · View notes

theemporium · 1 year

Text

[1k] new challenges, old traditions becoming new and james potter spending christmas eve with his girl.

It had been a tradition in your family for years.

Every year without fail, the local Christmas Market would have an ice rink set up in the main town square for adults and kids alike to enjoy. But it wouldn’t be until Christmas Eve where your family would bundle up in thick layers and woolly hats as you made your way to the local ice rink to complete the family tradition of skating, shared hot chocolates and late night walks through the lit-up streets.

And this year was no different, except for the fact you had another person joining you this year.

Your boyfriend.

“I’m an athlete, baby,” James had boasted earlier that morning as you wrapped up in some warm, thick coats and cosy scarfs. “How hard can ice skating be?”

“You ride a broom,” you countered, though thoroughly amused by his confidence. “This is different.”

“Exactly, I have brilliant balance!” he grinned as his gloved hands reached for your face, pulling you into a sweet kiss. “It’ll be easy.”

“Ever so humble,” you commented, pulling away to reach for your own gloves that were lying on the table.

“Just you wait, your parents are gonna be so impressed with me,” James said with his chest puffed out. “They are gonna love me!”

James, for all intents and purposes, was no better on the ice than a baby deer walking on solid ground for the first time.

“You’re like Bambi!”

“Shut up.”

“It’s cute!”

“Please, darling, I already have so little dignity left.”

You couldn’t hold back the snort that left your lips as you glided towards him with an ease he was envious of. You reached your hand out, a tempting offer if it weren’t for the fact he would have to let go of the railings to take it.

James narrowed his eyes. “Not a chance.”

“Don’t you trust me?” you retorted with raised brows.

“I don’t trust a single bloody thing right now!”

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend’s theatrics, skating closer until you were resting by the wall beside him. Your eyes took in the sight of him: the curls escaping under the brim of his woollen hat, the tip of nose red from the cold and small snowflakes melting into his tanned skin he somehow managed to keep despite the lack of sun during the last few weeks.

“C’mon, I won’t let anything happen to you,” you said as you rested one hand over his, gently trying to pry his hand off.

“That sounds like a fucking lie,” James grumbled but he didn’t resist as you took each one of his hands in your own, slowly pulling away from the edge. “Muggles are insane. This is insane.”

“James, honey, you ride a broomstick at high speeds, dodge balls flying at you from all directions and shove each other hundreds of feet in the air—ice skating is hardly the threat you’re making it tobe,” you said with a laugh, slowly making your way around the rink despite the muggles around you zooming past. “Plus it’s hardly just a muggle sport, there are plenty of witches and wizards who ice skate.”

“Bloody fools, then,” James huffed out, letting out a small noise of surprise when you started to speed up a little.

Despite all his huffing and whining, the confidence from this morning quickly returned and thus, James being James fucking Potter let his ego get the best of him.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna hold my hand?” you asked as you eyed him, just a little out of arm's length from him.

“Don’t phrase it like that, love,” James shot you a look, almost as though he was offended at the prospect of not holding your hand. Merlin knew this boy was one of the clingiest you could get (in the best way possible, of course). “I’m just proving I can do it myself.”

“If you say so,” you hummed, gliding ahead before you spun back to look at him.

“Like I said, I’m an athlete-–shit!”

Your lips parted with a sudden gasp as you watched the boy fall to the floor, his hands darting out in an attempt to break his fall. You watched as he let out a soft groan, a string of curses and muttered words whispered under his breath before he lifted his head.

“Are you okay?” The words were a little breathy as you slowly sunk to your knees before him, reaching out to gently cup his cheek, your eyes searching to see if he had hit his face off the ice or not.

“I hate this,” he murmured to you, looking heavily defeated.

“Who would’ve thought ice skating was the one thing James Potter couldn’t do?” you teased as he nuzzled his face into the palm of your hand. “My poor over-achieving baby boy.”

His eyes narrowed. “This is cruel.”

“I promise I won’t tell Sirius,” you said before offering your hand to pull him back onto his feet.

After that, James had refused to let go of your hand, even once you had made your way to the exit and slipped off your ice skates. Even on the journey back to your house to enjoy a homemade dinner, he never let go of your hand. And even when you had settled onto the couch in the living room with the rest of your family, James refused to let go of your hand.

“You know, we aren’t on the ice anymore,” you murmured to him as some classic muggle Christmas film played in the background. “You can let go of my hand.”

“No.”

You shot him an amused look. “James–”

“Nope, bad things happen when I let go of your hand so I am not going to let go of your hand,” he stated bluntly. “It’s simple logic really.”

You let out a snort. “You’re always so dramatic.”

James rolled his eyes. “I am being reasonable.”

“Did you enjoy Christmas Eve otherwise?” you asked him honestly, eyes softening a little as you shifted to look at him. “Minus the humiliating ice skating?”

James’ lips twitched. “I would go ice skating with you a million more times if it means I’m with you.”

Your eyes gleamed. “Really?”

“Really, baby,” he murmured and leaned in to press a kiss to the crown of your head. “Merry Christmas, love.”

“Merry Christmas, James.”

185 notes · View notes