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’ 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