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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
100
Views:
10,664
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Fixed
Title: Fixed
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: Oral, BP, HJ
Summary: #72 – Fixed. I want to fix you…
Word Count: 954 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. Set at the end of the Marauder’s Seventh Year.
Prompt 72 – Fixed
She found him in a broom cupboard, one that he liked to hide in when he felt particularly low. It was more like a small retreat than a cupboard with its own window, stone bench below, and a tiny stove to heat the space. She always wondered what the original purpose of the room was, but as she closed the door behind her, she was more concerned about him.
Remus Lupin was hugging his knees to his chest, staring out the small window to the grounds bathed in moonlight, only a half moon yet. At her entrance, she could see in the dim light that his nostrils flared. It was always like this at the half moon.
“I keep forgetting to ward the door,” he said miserably, letting his head fall back against the wall behind him.
Lily Evans had to stoop to move to him. If she had to stoop, she was sure Remus had to nearly crouch to sit on the built-in bench below the open window.
“You shouldn’t be here, Lily,” he growled softly, his eyes flashing toward her as she at next to his worn out shoes. “Last time… I hurt you last time.”
Lily’s green eyes moved to Remus’ face, and she frowned. “It wasn’t that bad, besides…”
Remus unfurled his legs, moving to press his back into the wall under the window. “You cannot keep trying to help me by doing this.”
She agreed, but she would never say it to Remus. Despite his intelligence and wonderful poise, he was hiding his secret with all his energy. It was not just full moon that worried him. The half moon had him hiding as much as full moon. He was afraid he might hurt a girl just to satisfy his feral compulsions.
Slipping her wand from her pocket in her skirt, she Charmed the door with everything that would ensure no one would enter or hear anything from within the cupboard. As she lowered her wand, Remus’ hand was there, resting on the backside of her hand.
“Please, Lily, don’t…”
She ignored him, rising and toeing out of her shoes. Remus was breathing hard, his eyes trying to shut her out, but snapping open as she slipped out her skirt and shirt, folding them and placing them on the low step near the door.
Placing her wand on top of the cold stove, she reached behind her back to unhook her brassiere. Watching Remus through her long lashes, she could tell that he was trying his best not to move.
It was always like this, Remus suffering for something that he had no control over. Remus called it ‘the wolf,’ the thing that scratched his insides and made him do things he knew were wrong.
He thought he was somehow broken.
By the time Lily had stripped out of her knickers, Remus was on his knees before her, nostrils flaring. He whimpered, reaching out to her. Lily pressed her lips together and stepped toward him. Immediately, his nose was pressed into her dark red curls, inhaling deeply.
“So sweet…” he muttered.
Lily’s hands found his soft brown hair, falling in waves about his face. She stroked his hair as his nose inhaled deeper and deeper. Even she could smell the slight trace of blood from between her thighs.
He hugged her thighs, but slowly his hands moved to part them, and Lily widened her stance, never stopping her fingers moving in his hair.
His mouth engulfed her sensitive flesh, and a moan passed her lips. Remus’ tongue tasted, sucking and nipping at her clit, at her hole, cleaning away the blood and juices. The half moon coincided with her menses, a strange coincidence that Lily thought was partly a boon to help Remus…
Lily’s climax came suddenly, and she knew that she had been anticipating Remus’ touch for days, knowing that the half moon was near. He pulled away slowly, his face smeared with her blood, his long tongue licking at his lips. She knew part of him felt guilty, but most of him wanted more.
“So wrong,” he muttered, his hands moving to his red tie, loosening it. He pulled at the buttons of his shirt, pulling the tails from his trousers. “If James ever…”
“He won’t,” she whispered, stepping around him to sit on the low stone bench, knees pressed together, thighs rubbing together. She waited for him to undress, mimicking her by folding and placing his clothing and shoes next to hers on the step. “And even if he did know…” she trailed as Remus turned back to her, the moonlight pale on his lean, scarred body.
“It is not his business,” Remus said gruffly. “This is the last time, Lily… He’s going to propose,” he whispered, taking his straining cock in his hand. “The last full moon of my Hogwarts career is in two weeks…”
She sighed, as his hand reached out to her. Lily took it, Remus pulling her close so that his cock was pressed between them.
“I want to fix this…” she whispered up into his face, smelling the heady blood on his cheeks.
He kissed her shortly before grasping her wrist to push her right hand to his cock.
“You have helped me so much, Lily. Saved me from doing something that would have me expelled long ago,” he whispered as he moved her hand to stroke him.
Lily let her forehead fall against his chest, over his heart.
“I want you to be happy…” she whispered between kissing the terrible, self-inflicted, scars on his chest.
He hummed as she stroked him firmly, his hands moving to grasp her shoulder.
“I will be,” he whispered into her dark red hair. “Someday…”
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: Oral, BP, HJ
Summary: #72 – Fixed. I want to fix you…
Word Count: 954 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. Set at the end of the Marauder’s Seventh Year.
Prompt 72 – Fixed
She found him in a broom cupboard, one that he liked to hide in when he felt particularly low. It was more like a small retreat than a cupboard with its own window, stone bench below, and a tiny stove to heat the space. She always wondered what the original purpose of the room was, but as she closed the door behind her, she was more concerned about him.
Remus Lupin was hugging his knees to his chest, staring out the small window to the grounds bathed in moonlight, only a half moon yet. At her entrance, she could see in the dim light that his nostrils flared. It was always like this at the half moon.
“I keep forgetting to ward the door,” he said miserably, letting his head fall back against the wall behind him.
Lily Evans had to stoop to move to him. If she had to stoop, she was sure Remus had to nearly crouch to sit on the built-in bench below the open window.
“You shouldn’t be here, Lily,” he growled softly, his eyes flashing toward her as she at next to his worn out shoes. “Last time… I hurt you last time.”
Lily’s green eyes moved to Remus’ face, and she frowned. “It wasn’t that bad, besides…”
Remus unfurled his legs, moving to press his back into the wall under the window. “You cannot keep trying to help me by doing this.”
She agreed, but she would never say it to Remus. Despite his intelligence and wonderful poise, he was hiding his secret with all his energy. It was not just full moon that worried him. The half moon had him hiding as much as full moon. He was afraid he might hurt a girl just to satisfy his feral compulsions.
Slipping her wand from her pocket in her skirt, she Charmed the door with everything that would ensure no one would enter or hear anything from within the cupboard. As she lowered her wand, Remus’ hand was there, resting on the backside of her hand.
“Please, Lily, don’t…”
She ignored him, rising and toeing out of her shoes. Remus was breathing hard, his eyes trying to shut her out, but snapping open as she slipped out her skirt and shirt, folding them and placing them on the low step near the door.
Placing her wand on top of the cold stove, she reached behind her back to unhook her brassiere. Watching Remus through her long lashes, she could tell that he was trying his best not to move.
It was always like this, Remus suffering for something that he had no control over. Remus called it ‘the wolf,’ the thing that scratched his insides and made him do things he knew were wrong.
He thought he was somehow broken.
By the time Lily had stripped out of her knickers, Remus was on his knees before her, nostrils flaring. He whimpered, reaching out to her. Lily pressed her lips together and stepped toward him. Immediately, his nose was pressed into her dark red curls, inhaling deeply.
“So sweet…” he muttered.
Lily’s hands found his soft brown hair, falling in waves about his face. She stroked his hair as his nose inhaled deeper and deeper. Even she could smell the slight trace of blood from between her thighs.
He hugged her thighs, but slowly his hands moved to part them, and Lily widened her stance, never stopping her fingers moving in his hair.
His mouth engulfed her sensitive flesh, and a moan passed her lips. Remus’ tongue tasted, sucking and nipping at her clit, at her hole, cleaning away the blood and juices. The half moon coincided with her menses, a strange coincidence that Lily thought was partly a boon to help Remus…
Lily’s climax came suddenly, and she knew that she had been anticipating Remus’ touch for days, knowing that the half moon was near. He pulled away slowly, his face smeared with her blood, his long tongue licking at his lips. She knew part of him felt guilty, but most of him wanted more.
“So wrong,” he muttered, his hands moving to his red tie, loosening it. He pulled at the buttons of his shirt, pulling the tails from his trousers. “If James ever…”
“He won’t,” she whispered, stepping around him to sit on the low stone bench, knees pressed together, thighs rubbing together. She waited for him to undress, mimicking her by folding and placing his clothing and shoes next to hers on the step. “And even if he did know…” she trailed as Remus turned back to her, the moonlight pale on his lean, scarred body.
“It is not his business,” Remus said gruffly. “This is the last time, Lily… He’s going to propose,” he whispered, taking his straining cock in his hand. “The last full moon of my Hogwarts career is in two weeks…”
She sighed, as his hand reached out to her. Lily took it, Remus pulling her close so that his cock was pressed between them.
“I want to fix this…” she whispered up into his face, smelling the heady blood on his cheeks.
He kissed her shortly before grasping her wrist to push her right hand to his cock.
“You have helped me so much, Lily. Saved me from doing something that would have me expelled long ago,” he whispered as he moved her hand to stroke him.
Lily let her forehead fall against his chest, over his heart.
“I want you to be happy…” she whispered between kissing the terrible, self-inflicted, scars on his chest.
He hummed as she stroked him firmly, his hands moving to grasp her shoulder.
“I will be,” he whispered into her dark red hair. “Someday…”