Not sure if you’d want to but I am soooo interested in what the continuing relationship with James would look like following part 2 of obsession. Like would Sirius and Remus be wary of it or would things be relatively okay?????
Would you be willing to do a part 3? 👀👀
❀ CW: Obsessive, toxic, possessive, and unhealthy behaviours, implied sexual content. Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with these topics. | Song inspired! ❀ Part 1. Part 2.
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Sitting at the Great Hall, the table feels really uncomfortable. James was fluttering around you, talking excitedly about his next Quidditch match while you listened to him in complete silence, emotionless. It was a bit creepy. A week has gone by since they saw you two walking together to the Gryffindor’s common room, holding hands, and since then James and you were attached to the hip. Although you never displayed the proud smile and heart-shaped eyes he always had when you were by his side.
Which literally meant every moment of the day.
James’ demeanour completely changed when he saw a fellow housemate approach you, it was your potions partner, and under your boyfriend’s gaze, someone who was trying to tear your relationship appart. He innocently asked if you were done with your part of the essay, James replied for you, while you drank some orange juice, looking completely unbothered.
“I’m sorry, mate.” He looked at him from behind his circular glasses, a frigid stare. “She’s not going to work with you anymore, she’s now paired with me. Her boyfriend.”
“Oi.” Sirius interrupted with a frown. “You’re my partner.”
“You can team up with Moony,” James replied as if it were the simplest thing in the world.
“Remus is my partner.” Moony’s girlfriend joined the conversation, with a quizzical look.
And that’s how the fight started.
“Is just a damn essay on rat tonic, does it really matter who she's with?” Sirius spat, irritated. Other students were starting to look their way.
“Yes, it matters!” James leaned over the table, his glasses sliding over the bridge of his nose.
“Lower your damn voices.” Remus joined the discussion, feeling irritated as well. His girlfriend squeezed his hand from under the table trying to calm him down.
“Tell him to stop being a weirdo.” Sirius looked at Remus, almost like a child throwing a tantrum.
“It’s not weird for me to spend time with my girlfriend!” Pushing his glasses over his nose to prevent them from falling, his face flushed with a mixture of anger and frustration. Why weren’t they able to see his relationship with you like he did!?
“It is! It’s really fucking weird Prongs.” The jet black curls framing the pureblood boy's face swing gently when he tilts his head. “You’re literally glued to her, is so weird, I can bet you don’t even leave her side to go to the loo, it’s so creepy.”
He leaves the table silent after his words, maybe because they know that he is telling the truth. There was no way they would understand what James was feeling, they weren't as in love as you and him. You can see his hazel eyes studying you, trying to gauge your reaction to Sirius' words. Gazing at the cold breakfast before you, you sighed.
Please, please, please, James thought over and over.
“I’ll ask professor Slughorn if I can switch partners.” Emotionless and borderline automatic, your voice made everyone hold their breaths for a moment. “S’ alright. I’m deeply sorry for the inconvenience.”
Lucky for y’all, the bell rang. Sirius is the first to stand up and leave the great hall, the group followed him to their morning classes in silence, while James never let go of your hand.
“So, um.” You and Moony’s girlfriend sat in the tall Quidditch terraces, on a cold January Sunday. “How’s everything with James?” She asked, trying to initiate a conversation.
James, flying over the field glanced at you every now and then, making sure you were in the best spot available, making sure you were warm, all dressed up in his favourite sweater and scarf, which smelled like him, the now-familiar scent being an odd comfort you sought for. He smiles at you from the air, and you just waved weakly. “Great.” You muttered briefly.
Although things were far from great.
James was jealous, extremely and sickly jealous. He didn’t liked it when you hang out without him, or with friends that weren’t his friends. So, in order to make him happy, you stopped frequenting your group of friends and joined his, who tried their best to welcome you without being disrespectful of your sudden presence. James knew who you talked to, their names, their grade, their family. He told you who you could talk to and who wasn’t allowed to be near you. He controlled what you did, claiming he knew what’s best for you. He even went ahead and presented himself to your parents with a polite and sophisticated letter, asking them for permission to date you and of course, your parents were delighted with such a distinguished gentleman and gladly invited him over the holidays. He was just the precious, golden and perfect boy.
"This is for your own good, darling," he said one night. Speaking of nights, you stopped spending them in your dorm, laying next to him every night, drapes closed, and ignoring the fact that his three friends were in the same room as you, wearing only one of his old t-shirts. “A lot of guys just want to tear us apart, they’re jealous, because I’m with the prettiest witch in the world.” His words were muffled by the way he nuzzled into your hair, smelling the sweet scent of your shampoo, the one he already knew you liked.
James was affectionate to the point that he took advantage of every opportunity to kiss your nose, your forehead, and especially your lips. He told you how much he loves you every single day, every time he woke up and every time he went to bed next to you. Unless you kiss his lips and wish him luck, he will not get up to win the match. Always holding your hand, sending you little love letters explaining something he loves about you, wrapping his arms around you adoringly, warmly and possessively. It was obvious James was completely devoted to you.
“Are you sure?” The girl next to you inquired. “I don’t pretend to be noisy, you know.” She chuckled nervously. “It's just that um, you don’t look as happy as he does and well…”
“I’m fine!” you interrupted her swinging your arms over your thighs. “Please, is my relationship with James, not yours. I’m happy with him and I love him.” After your words, she remained quiet for the rest of the practice. You felt guilty for snapping so unfairly towards her, who was just worried.
After practice was over, James grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the group, to the nearest girl’s loo. “What did she say to you?” He urged, leaning down.
“Nothing.” You reply, knowing lying would get you in trouble, but you don't want to get her in trouble either. “She just asked me how are things going, nothing else.” His eyes scrutinized yours, looking for the slighted hint of a lie.
“And what did you tell her?”
“That I’m happy with you and that I love you.” You quickly replied, smiling. James, who was pleased by your answer smiles back, kissing you with fervour.
“My lovely girl.” He whispered, rapted. “You know how I adore hearing you say it.”
“I love you.” You complied, feeling the fogginess inside your head getting heavier, while your thoughts go numb and all you did was moan against his hands all over your body, urgent. It was a way to escape his asphyxiating love, just letting your head float all over him, agreeing with whatever he said and pleasing him, just like he expected from you.
So, while he repeated how much he loved you while pounding deeply from behind you, inside one of the bathroom’s cubicles, you moaned against his hand, eyes rolling to the back of your skull. He was such a good boyfriend, so caring, always rewarding you for your good behaviour. Nobody dared to utter a word when you two arrived to the common room an hour or so later, but the pleased smile on James’ face said it all. That night, while you laid down on his bed, you tried to ignore the conversation taking place next to you.
“Are you threatening me?” Remus asked from his bed.
“I’m just saying.” James shrugged. “Tell your girlfriend to mind her own business, I don’t want her sticking her nose where’s she’s not suppose to.”
“It wasn’t Mrs. Moony’s idea.” Sirius was quickly to join Remus’ side. “It was ours. We just asked her to help us.”
That seemed to take James by surprise. “Pardon?” He asked, blinking a few times.
“Prongs, we’re worried about you.” Remus frowned, with the slightest hint of hope. “We know you’re happy, and you know we care for you, but is getting a bit excessive.”
“Don’t you think it’s getting a bit out of control?” Impetuous as always, Sirius took a step closer, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “You barely hang out with us.” He gave an emphasis to the word, gesturing Peter and Remus. “Godric knows when was our last prank. Is our last year Prongs! As the one and only marauders, we must raise the bar! This school needs our most sumptuous farewell.”
“Is there something wrong with me spending time with my girlfriend?” The defensive tone and corporal language of James evidenced how their words were digested the wrong way. “Just because you don't have a girlfriend, it means you can have an opinion on mine.”
“Stop acting like a jerk, James.” Sirius spat, now visibly annoyed. “I think your glasses aren’t working anymore ‘cause you’re too blind too see how you’re literally forcing her to be with you. Is so agonazing to be around you two.”
“I think what he's trying to say is that…” Peter now spoke, trying to ease Sirius’ words. “She doesn't seem as happy as you do.” The words lingered in the thick air, and the following silence was so loud.
Uh-oh.
You stood up, walking towards the bathroom feeling nauseous. James called your name but you just closed and locked the door behind you, your back pressed against the oak wood and exhaling trembling breaths. James called your name again, this time impatiently. He knocked the door with a furious fist. Taking a step back, you shivered. James hated when you ignored him, he hated when you disobeyed him.
“Sweethear, open the—” You hear him from the other side. “Open the door, please.” He repeats.
“No.” Your voice was weak, wrapping your arms around you in a weak attempt to protect yourself. “I want to be alone for a moment.” Another shiver ran down your spine when you hear his breath hitch, another hard knock made you jolt.
“Open the damn door.” He said raising his voice, you loathed to be around him when he was mad. “You know your rules.”
Rules. Peter, Sirius and Remus looked at each other, concerned. They heard you denying his request once more, asking him to leave you alone for a moment, please.
This time, is their turn to jolt the moment James’ angry fist banged the door. “Angel, can we not fight anymore? Please.” His voice is sweet, dangerously sweet. “I understand if you’re scared, luv. You know I will never leave you.” The silence on the other side of the door only fueled his insanity. “Sweeheart, don’t make me come in there.” That was a threat. His friends behind him knew they needed to do something, but they were attached to their place, watching in awe how his friend and leader was losing his mind and dripping toxicity.
“Luv, I’m gonna count to three.” He smiled, twistedly. Taking a step back, he released a shaky sigh. “One. Two…” When the door remained closed, something snapped inside him. “Fuck it!”
Sirius rushed his way towards James, but it was too late, the door opened violently by his foot. Four pair of eyes fixated on you, crouching in the farthest corner of the tiny bathroom, crying in silence, scared. James placed both hands on your shoulders, pressing you against the stone wall.
“Please, don’t hurt me.” You sobbed, closing your eyes.
“You pushed me like I was rubbish!” James whined, desperate, his face inches away from yours. “Are you trying to leave me? Did you forget what you promised me?” The idea is just too much, it possessed him, terrorizing him. “Why can’t you understand it?”
“James.” Sirius spoke behind him, but the aforementioned shunned him.
“I was meant to be yours.” He continued. “We were meant to be one. You can’t leave me.” In response to his words, you sobbed miserably. “You were meant to me mine.”
“James.” It was your turn to speak. “You’re hurting me, please stop.” Another sob made its way past your pretty lips, the lips he kissed countless times.
“Why can’t you get that I’m all that you need?” James shaked you from his grip on your shoulders, frantic. Why, why why? Why were you so blind? “Your name is carved in my heart. You can’t just leave me to bleed.”
With weak hands, you tried to push him away from you, which ended up being a big mistake.
“Don’t leave me!” He shouted at your face. “You’ll never leave me!”
Witnessing this was a horrifying experience.
“I won’t!” You break, weeping loudly. “I love you! You and only you!” He smiled maniacally at your words, adoring how pretty you looked saying it. “I love you.” It was a mantra, a desperate plea for mercy, to end this.
“Promise me you’ll never leave me.” James demanded, just like he did that night in the prefect’s bathroom.
“I promise I will never leave you.” And he hugged you, letting you cry on his chest. His hands caressed your hair, gently. “I will always be with you, I swear by my life.” Oh, and how those words railed him up, he began to comfort you as your head sank into the familiar subspace you created in an attempt to escape his suffocating love.
“See?” James grinned proudly, looking back at his friends. “She loves me!” Moony’s eyes were wide as hell, Padfoot’s throat was dry and Wormtail looked like he was about to vomit. “So you can stop worrying about me.”
“Yeah.” Sirius stuttered, mesmerized by James’ actions. “Cheers for true love.”
“Cheers mate.”
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