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yanxidarlings · 8 months

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YANDERE HP GOLDEN ERA: SLYTHERIN BOYS X DORMMATE READER

continuation of my previous post (i got caught up in getting out my anthony goldstein headcanons was it obvious). okay so full disclosure, i haven't read the fanfictions lorenzo and mattheo are from (i only read yandere is it obvious) (i see their faceclaims and cannot. exclude), so if i'm not portraying them correctly shout at me. but just for a moment, imagine having the 79-80 liner slytherin boys yandere for their dormmate? (okay there is a loophole i'll write for male readers/darlings if asked).

maybe they've known the reader/darling since childhood, and the sudden close proximity magnifies the possessive and obsessive tendencies they were developing towards the darling. or, the darling could suddenly get sorted into slytherin and now they have a roommate they did not expect to have. for the second scenario i don't think the darlings personality would matter much - either way, they're all apprehensive about this really cute kid they suddenly are dorming with.

maybe they give the reader a hard time at first (although this is only really likely to happen for a darling in a different house, or a muggleborn darling) but whoo boy if anyone else thinks of teasing the reader, they'll get hell from our dear slytherins here. actually, anyone who the reader pays mind to becomes a target of torment and bullying by draco and his gang. especially potter. please, reader, for potters own sanity and the good of the wizarding world, do not approach, think about or even look in the direction of harry. it ends in an ugly tantrum from draco, prolonged sarcasm from theodore, silence from blaise, aggression from mattheo and teasing from lorenzo. crabbe and goyle won't be carrying your books for you for the next week either.

when they get like this, it'll be the darling that'll have to make it up to them, or risk having it all drag out until one of them gets over it naturally.

GREGORY GOYLE & VINCENT CRABBE (cast josh herdman, jamie waylett):

they're all horribly possessive and jealous by default, but generally, crabbe and goyle are the easiest to deal with, they both have a soft spot for their darling, and are pretty used to being bossed around, the second choice and having to share. they're also the easiest to appease, putting food on crabbe's plate is enough to make him happy, and paying goyle any mind will go a long way.

they don't need constant attention (draco), validation (draco), and affection (draco), from their darling, and are content just being in their life.

BLAISE ZABINI (cast louis cordice):

after them, i honestly don't know who's worse. going in alphabetical order, blaise appears to be calm and uncaring when it comes to his darling, but do not be fooled, he's not going to sit back and let his darling get whisked away by the likes of a half blood (sorry mattheo), spolit daddy's boy (apologies draco), spolit mommy's boy (soz enzo) or someone who's one lab accident away from becoming a supervillain (blaise's words not mine theo).

blaise tolerates the rest of the slytherins for now, but if any of them think he'd ever fully agree to sharing with the likes of them, they are wrong. he fantasises about taking his darling away from the world after graduating, and probably has his mother trying to arrange a marriage the moment he decides they're his.

DRACO MALFOY (cast tom felton):

unlike blaise, draco is not even a little bit subtle about his possesiveness over his darling, he only see's the other slytherins as tools to ensure his darlings safety and happiness at hogwarts, and does not bother to pretend like he isn't planning to kidnap move the reader into malfoy manor the minute they graduate. actually, he couldn't wait that long.

he'll look for any opportunity to have the malfoy family gain custody of his darling. all the more better if his darling comes from a dysfunctional household. but either way, he'll make sure his family is all they have to turn to.

all i know about lorenzo is that he has mommy and daddy issues so i'll have to piggybank off that. he'll present himself as the 'sane' one, if his darling is complaining about the behaviour of the other slytherins, enzo wholeheartedly agree's with them "i don't know what's wrong with all of them - you sure you didn't slip any amortentia into their drinks?" he becomes a safe haven from the possessive obsession his dormmates seem to share for their darling.

LORENZO BERKSHIRE (fancast louis patridge):

lorenzo acts the most normal, but don't be fooled, he's just as obsessed as the rest of them. enzo is just better at hiding it. he too, frequently thinks about whisking them away, but is much less finite about it; holing his darling up in his house isn't the end goal. he could honestly live with sharing them with his fellow slytherins, but this is all assuming that the reader takes well to his attempts at becoming the 'sane one'.

if enzo isn't able to successfully befriend them, he'll have to settle for being the 'mean one'. teasing and humiliation follows his darling, as does he. it's not severe, but it's probably the push the reader needs to fall into deep depression and anxiety. so please, take the sane bait.

MATTHEO RIDDLE (fancast benjamin wadsworth):

mattheo doesn't exactly have a family reputation to uphold, blaise, draco, enzo and theo would want to keep up a respectable reputation, whatever that is in pureblood society, but mattheo? the dark lords son? he's entirely unhinged.

if lorenzo is the 'sane one', mattheo is the 'crazy one'.

he doesn't really care what his darling, or others, think of his behaviour. if he wants to spend time with them, he's going to. he'll pull them out of class, drag them away from the other slytherins, just to skip rocks in the black lake with them, or raid the kitchens. he doesn't really bother hiding his yandere tendencies, he'll actively tell his darling not to talk to certain people "because i said so" "stop asking questions", and will refuse to elaborate further. sometimes, there will be disturbing moments of honesty between him and his darling; he'll admit that he's obsessed with them, and threaten to attack people they pay attention to. and he'll tell them that they belong to him.

sometimes it's frightening and sometimes he'll come across as sweet. he is both predictable and unpredictable, which puts his darling at unease around him.

THEODORE NOTT (fancast lorenzo zurzolo):

theodore uses guilt to garner his darlings sympathy, all the more easier if they are childhood friends. he'll make sure they know about his harsh childhood, and make them feel responsible for his wellbeing. he's the only one to create a sense of dependency not built upon threats. out of all the slytherins, he gets to know his darling the best, he'll use guilt, emotional breakdowns and dark secrets to create a sense of obligation towards him.

theo is the most comforting of the slytherins to be around, he's quiet and the only one who they can spend time with without feeling much pressure. he demands the most of their attention, and is by far the most possessive. whilst i can see the other slytherins finding a way to deal with sharing their darling amonst themselves, if the rest don't back off eventually (stop dreaming theo) (they won't), he's the most inclined to just get rid of them - he can't stand it when his darling is around anyone but him, he wakes early to walk his darling to class just so they won't get caught up in the busy halls, where eyes can wonder and other people can have a chance to interact with his darling.

theodore pairs with them for every project, which leads to some ugly arguments between him and blaise, who only really get's his fill of his darling by sitting next to them in class. and draco, and mattheo and enzo and even goyle who was hoping the reader would help get him a good grade for once.

out of all of them, draco, goyle and blaise are the most patient. they want their darling to love them, not see them as monsters to flinch away from.

theodore, lorenzo and mattheo will take whatever they can get. lorenzo in particular doesn't want his darling to fear him but won't let them get away with trying to escape or disobedience. mattheo doesn't mind being the villain if he must be, but his heart clenches when his darling acts so obviously distrustful of him. theodore is the least patient, and if his darling starts to shy away from him, he snaps. at them, at the rest of the slytherin boys. but he's also easy to keep content, so long as his darling is always by his side.

similarly, blaise just enjoys being in the presence of his darling, and doesn't feel the need to cuddle up to them constantly like draco and enzo do. mattheo is a loose canon, and sometimes is fine being near them, other times he wants skin to skin contact 25/8.

they're hopeless at sharing, and only really get along for the sake of their darling. there are only really two ways this can end; theodore finally snaps and tries to off the rest of them after graduation, or they somehow come to an agreement on sharing, maybe they each get their own day a week

monday for draco, tuesday for blaise, wednesday for theo, thursday for enzo, and friday for mattheo. goyle and crabbe probably aren't taken seriously enough to get given their own day, so then the weekends are spent sharing (fighting).

the only time the boys will work in tandem is when someone attempts to take their darling and their attention, away. best example, darling starts dating someone. which is already pretty improbable, considering they give the reader no alone time whatsoever. but let's just say the darling here is going on a date with cormac mclaggen (get a grip, darling), any grudges they've been holding against each other are off, mclaggen has just signed his death warrant.

mattheo and theodore do most of the dirty work, whilst lorenzo distracts the reader. draco and blaise cover up their tracks, so it seems like whatever they did to mclaggen was an untimely accident. or have it blamed on someone else. goyle and crabbe intimidate anyone who tries to get close to the darling from then on.

they might hate sharing with each other, but they truly despise sharing with an 'outsider'.

#yandere harry potter #yandere draco malfoy #yandere blaise zabini #yandere theodore nott #yandere mattheo riddle #yandere lorenzo berkshire #yandere goyle #yandere crabbe #yandere slytherin #hp #draco malfoy #blaise zabini #theodore nott #mattheo riddle #lorenzo berkshire #gregory goyle #slytherin boys #golden era #hp writings

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regulus-books · 4 months

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wc: 1.4k+

warnings: mentions of bruising, blood, and wounds (unrelated to the smut), oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (p in unmentioned), name calling. tell me if I missed smth<3

notes: bodyguard jamie as promised:)) this was supposed to be top!reg but it turned into him bottoming, I'm sorry

"Who was it?" James asks once again, stroking the skin around the gash on Regulus' face. James is livid. He gave Regulus simple instructions, do not give the men the guns until they pay. Instead, he thought he could work out a deal, he gave them the guns and they didn't bring the money, so they beat him.

"James, it doesn't matter, I'll be able to track them down and take the guns back. It's really not that big of a deal." James can't even start to understand how Regulus could be so calm, he just got jumped for Christ's sake.

"It does matter. It matters to me, Regulus. You could've died, and I wasn't here," James swiftly stands up from where he was kneeling, walking over to a cabinet and taking out a first aid kit. "I mean, how bad of a bodyguard am I?" He scoffs a laugh.

"You're not," Regulus stands from his chair, walking over to James and running his nimble hands over James' broad shoulders. "You're a great bodyguard, I was being stupid," Regulus places a soft kiss on James' neck. James doesn't react, instead he turns around and pours a little rubbing alcohol on a cotton swab, dabbing away the dried blood on Regulus' face. "Lighten up, darling, I'm okay."

"Yeah, but you could not have been. I can't let that happen again," James pushes the aid kit into his duffle bag, then tosses away the bloody cotton swabs. He zips up the bag and slings it over his shoulder, grabbing Regulus' hand. "Let's go home."

The ride back to their manor is quiet, Regulus keeps a hand on James' thigh, keeping his anger to a slight. When they arrive James opens Regulus' door for him, as usual.

James walks into the kitchen and pulls out a water, he's currently taking a break from alcohol, though right now he'd do anything for a glass of beer. "Baby, don't be mad, I'm sorry." Regulus says, staring up at James' face with his big, grey eyes, his arms around James' waist.

"I'm not mad at you, beautiful, I'm just scared. You know that, don't you?" Regulus smirks, and kisses James' lips gently, thankful he doesn't taste like beer.

"I know that, James. Why don't I show you just how sorry I really am?" James chuckles a bit, his bright smile wide.

"Me being scared and angry makes you horny?" James puts his large hand on the back of Regulus' neck, playing with his hair.

"Maybe it does," Regulus stands on his tip toes, kissing James' neck.

"Alright," James grabs Regulus' chin, leaning his face up to kiss him. He hooks both his hands underneath Regulus' thighs, lifting him onto the counter with ease, never breaking their lips apart. Regulus moves his arms around James' neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss further. He whimpers as James pulls his hair with his other hand gently before pulling back.

"Couch or bed?" Regulus asks, unclipping James' suspenders quickly.

"Bed." James lifts Regulus again, carrying him up the staircase, Regulus unbuttoning his dress shirt in the meantime, kissing James' collar bones and freckles that are painted around his chest. James tosses Regulus onto the bed, stripping off his own shirt and trousers while Regulus does the same.

James kneels on the bed, flipping Regulus on top of him. "Ready?" Regulus asks, stroking James with his palm through the cloth of his boxers. James nods and leans further back into the plush pillows that decorate their bed. "Good." Regulus kisses up and down James' stomach, moving his hands underneath James' boxers for his dick, stroking him softly. James' eyebrows turn up and his mouth is left agape, Regulus smirks at the reaction.

"I've been a bad boy, daddy, I'm sorry," Regulus grins as James arches his back, trying to get more friction under Regulus. Regulus uses his other hand to pull James' boxers down the rest of the way, leaning in to kiss James' crimson tinted tip. James whimpers and laces his fingers in Regulus' inky black hair. "What do you want, daddy, I'll do anything." Regulus says in a false innocent voice.

"Suck my dick, baby," James keeps his eyes peeled open as Regulus looks up at his, blinking several times before swallowing James' length. "Fuck!" James moans out, tightening his grip on Regulus' locks.

Regulus bobs his head, sucking gently around James, who pushes his head down further, James' pubic hair tickling his nose as his eyes fill with tears. "C'mon, pretty baby, you can take it, can't you?" James asks, one hand coming down and wiping some tears that have fallen off of his face. Regulus hums, nodding as best he can. "Take breaths from your nose, sweetheart." James pushes him down as far as Regulus' throat will let him.

James lifts his hips up, fucking into Regulus' tight throat. "Feels so good baby, you're being so good for me," Regulus whines at the praise, his stomach knotting up at the sounds of James' moans. James spits on his fingers and smooths it around the rim of Regulus' entrance, slowly pushing the tip of one of his fingers in. Regulus' knees buckle, glad he's already sitting down or he'd have fallen.

Regulus pulls off of James with a pop and he kisses the skin next to his cock. James plunges his finger the rest of the way in, letting Regulus let out a wail. "God you're so beautiful, baby, even with that black eye, hm?" He was right, Regulus did look beautiful, his lips covered in a mix of precum and spit, his eyelashes stuck together with salty tears, his face flushed red from barely breathing.

"Thank you, daddy," Regulus swallows, sticking his tongue out and dragging it along the side of James' cock, James groans quietly. Regulus places kisses along the length.

"Are you gonna ride me, baby?" James asks, moving his finger in and out of Regulus, adding a second in, and doing the same.

Regulus pouts his lips, "But you taste so good, daddy, I want to keep going down here." Regulus leans in for another lick, James' fingers still roughly fucking into him.

"Please be a good boy, baby, you've already been so bad," James smirks because he knows he's won. Regulus sits up, James pulling out his fingers, Regulus whines from the lack of warmth. "Don't be upset, baby, you'll be full soon enough."

Regulus climbs up on James' lap, grinding down onto his dick, he moves his hips forward and backwards, spreading his spit all over his ass.

"Go on, love." James grabs his hips so hard Regulus knows it'll leave a bruise. He mindlessly grinds down again, but this time when he pops back up, he makes sure it's at the perfect angle, the tip of James' cock hot on his rim.

"Please, daddy, fuck me full of your cum," Regulus whines, pushing down onto James, he moans at the full feeling as James bottoms out.

James pushes slowly, in and out, trying his best to be gentle with Regulus. "Fuck, Reg," James groans desperately, buring his face into the pillow on his right, "So tight." He finishes his sentence, fastening his movements. Regulus places his hands on James' chest, his legs already tired from moving up and down on James' cock. James is now harsh with his movements, pounding in and out of Regulus, who is moaning and writhing above him.

James' thumb circles one of Regulus' nipples, smiling as Regulus tosses his head back.

"I'm gonna cum," Regulus whines, grinding down further, "can I cum?"

James pats his hair, pulling him down for a short lived kiss, "cum for me, sweetheart," and Regulus needs no more confirmation, he lets his knotted stomach untense, James continuing to fuck him through his high, he becomes overstimulated quickly.

"Please, James," tears start to fall down his cheeks once more, James wiping them away in annoyance.

"Shush, baby, let me finish," James only has to rutt up into Regulus 3 more times before his cock is pulsing, filling Regulus up with his cum.

When James stills his movements, Regulus let's out a big breath, his body collapsing ontop of James, with his cock still inside of him.

"Are you okay, my love?" James asks, stroking a hand down Regulus' spine.

"Mhm," Regulus says, all fucked out, "you forgive me?"

"I forgave you the moment I saw those bruises across your pretty face." James smiles softly down at Regulus, kissing his forehead and eventually forcing him out of bed to clean him up.

#regulus books #cw: bl00d #cw: smut #jegulus #dom james potter #sub regulus black #dom!regulus #james potter #regulus black #marauders #marauders era #regulus and james #james x regulus #bodyguard!jamespotter #bodyguard #body hair

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unreliablenarratorpoll · 1 year

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and here's the long awaited match-ups! for the sake of readability, here it is in text form:

Left Side:

1: The Narrator (Fight Club) VS Richard Papen (The Secret History)

2: Belgarath the Sorcerer (The Belgariad) VS Lain Iwakura (Serial Experiments Lain)

3: Kim Dokja (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint) VS Greg Heffley (Diary of a Wimpy Kid)

4: Patrick Bateman (American Psycho) VS Drosselmeyer (Princess Tutu)

5: Kuruto Ryuki (AI: The Somnium Files – Nirvana Initiative) VS Ishmael (Moby Dick)

6: Amy Elliot-Dunne (Gone Girl) VS Victor Frankenstein (Frankenstein)

7: Mary Katherine Blackwood (We Have Always Lived in the Castle) VS Odysseus (The Odysseus)

8: Pi Patel (Life of Pi) VS Alice Liddel (Alice: Madness Returns)

9: Jamie Taylor (The Haunting of Bly Manor) VS Jonny d'Ville (The Mechanisms)

10: Harrowhark Nonagesimus (The Locked Tomb) VS Elena Gilbert (The Vampire Diaries)

11: Wei Wuxian (Mo Dao Zu Shi/Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation) VS The Batter (OFF)

12: Charlotte Wiltshire (Hello Charlotte) VS Yuki Takeya (School-Live!)

13: Eleanor Vance (The Haunting of Hill House) VS Cloud Strife (Final Fantasy VII)

14: Louis de Point du Lac (Interview With The Vampire) VS Harrier Du Bois (Disco Elysium)

15: Katniss Everdeen (The Hunger Games) VS Will Navidson (House of Leaves)

16: Maebara Keiichi (Higurashi: When They Cry) VS Emperor Kuzco (The Emperor's New Groove)

Right Side:

17: Holden Caulfield (Catcher in the Rye) VS Ethan Frome (Ethan Frome)

18: Kayleigh (We Had To Remove This Post) VS Attolis Eugenides (Queen's Thief)

19: Percy Jackson (Percy Jackson and the Olympians) VS Mapleshade (Warriors)

20: The Narrator (Bobobo-bo Bo-bobo) VS Offred (The Handmaid's Tale)

21: Nick Carraway (The Great Gatsby) VS Zampanò (House of Leaves)

22: Steven Crain (The Haunting of Hill House) vs David Wong (John Dies At The End)

23: Renata Ghali (Planetfall) VS Johnny Truant (House of Leaves)

24: Mfer From Telltale Heart (The Tell-Tale Heart) VS Meursault (The Stranger)

25: Ted (I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream) VS The Narrator (The Stanley Parable)

26: Genly Ai (The Left Hand of Darkness) VS Hiroshi Odokawa (Odd Taxi)

27: Frankenstein's Monster (Frankenstein) VS Varric Tethras (Dragon Age 2)

28: Cadi My Friend Cadi (Real Life) VS John The Apostle (The Bible)

29: Pelafina Heather Lièvre (House of Leaves) VS Johnny Silverhand (Cyberpunk 2077)

30: Rodion Raskolnikov (Crime and Punishment) VS Marco (Animorphs)

31: Flannery Culp (The Basic Eight) VS Daniil Dankovsky (Pathologic)

32: Cecil Palmer (Welcome To Night Vale) VS Mr. Stevens (The Remains of the Day)

#unreliable narrator poll #thanks for your patience etc etc ... this was a lot of typing it hurt my stupid wrists. but still i endure

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wastelandmoony · 1 month

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Déjà Vécu

Chapter Thirty-One : End of Beginning

Summary: Last school chapter =) Enjoy any happiness while you can.

Characters: Remus Lupin/Reader, Sirius Black/Reader (no use of y/n), James Potter, Petter Pettigrew, Regulus Black, Marlene McKinnon, Mary MacDonald, Lily Evans

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI

A/N: Having a rough time mentally, so I'm not going to beat myself up about my less-than-thrilled feelings about this chapter. I've begun writing post-war chapters, and I'm excited to be transitioning out of Hogwarts. Also, if you've messaged me recently about being on a taglist, I answered everyone privately and have realized I can't go back and get your handles. So please message me again and I'll add it =)

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September 1st, 1977

“My little witch is all grown up!” Tears streamed down her mother’s face as they entered Platform 9 3/4. The entire drive to King’s Cross, the crushing reality of this final train ride to Hogwarts began to sink in.

This was it. The chapter was coming to a close.

She hugged her parents tightly, which she tried to do as much as possible nowadays. The news was getting bleaker and bleaker, the Daily Prophet trying to sweep as much of it under the rug as they could. Those that dared print any iota of the truth usually ended up disappearing, the whisperings of such occurrences becoming more frequent. Luckily, James’ parents had begun to include him in more of their discussions, leading to the rest of them hearing the truth in great detail. He’d written her in mid-august, after Sirius had arrived back at Potter manor, to give an update on the efforts being port forth by people like his parents. He also implored her to find out who Sirius’ suspected new girlfriend was, disclosing that their friend had been acting “slightly less insane and kept sneaking off to send owls”. She didn’t respond, just laughed and mentioned it to Sirius in her next letter. They’d agreed to not address their relationship with the others just yet, waiting to put it off until the school year and live for a few more weeks amongst their own little secret. There were no titles spoken of, no boyfriend or girlfriend, partner or lover; they were just…together. Sirius was hers, and she was his; and that was enough for them both.

James appeared on the train platform first, unruly hair catching her eye before his enthusiastic wave. Following quickly behind was Peter, who looked distant and preoccupied, and finally Sirius, who smiled broadly when he caught sight of who James was staring at. Racing towards them, she launched into Sirius’ arms as he tossed his bags to the ground. Cradling her face, he kissed her earnestly. From beside them, Peter openly groaned.

“It’s about bloody time!” James sighed loudly, the smile evident in his voice. Sirius gave his best friend a rude gesture, never breaking the kiss in the process.

“Oh no, are we going to have to deal with this for the foreseeable future?” Remus had walked up behind them, the sound of his voice had her pulling away with a slight grin.

“Hi Moony, sorry I didn’t write much,” she hugged him in greeting.

He squeezed her, “It’s alright, you were obviously occupied.”

She pinched him, leading to a sly smirk from Remus. He kissed the top of her head, “I’m happy for you, love,” he whispered into her ear.

Sirius threw a leather-clad arm around her shoulders, motioning towards the train, “Alright then, Head Boy, lead the way.”

She followed his gaze to James, “What?! Jamie!”

He blushed at the attention, “Oh, uh, yeah…Lily’s made Head Girl too actually.”

“That’s an extremely unsurprising, yet serendipitous decision,” she laughed, “Congratulations, you deserve it.”

“Yeah, he’s a proper arsehole now—ow!” Sirius cradled his side where she’d elbowed him.

James smiled fondly at her, picking up his trunk and leading them all onto the Hogwarts Express one last time.

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November 5th, 1977

She’d never been this drunk at a party before. The entire Gryffindor Common Room was a blur of scarlet and and gold, bodies packed tight while the Clash played loudly through the speakers. Sirius had wanted an all out banger for his final birthday at Hogwarts, inviting essentially any warm body (and a few ghosts) to the tower for a night “full of debauchery” as he had put it to anyone that would listen. Earlier in the afternoon she had given him his present, a new album from the Sex Pistols. Sirius had hearts in his eyes listening to the opening song, only pulling himself away to lock the dormitory door and kiss his way across her body. They had spent the rest of the afternoon tangled in each other, with only the sound of Pretty Vacant on repeat to muffle their unholy noises from the rest of the residents of the tower.

At midnight, Lily brought out the birthday cake with the help of James, the two of them getting the entire tower to sing along while Sirius sat against the arm of the couch beaming. He reached out and pulled her onto his lap, holding tight as he waited to blow out his candles. After making a little show of pretending to “think” about his wish, he finally extinguished them, planting a gentle kiss to her shoulder in the process.

“What’d you wish for?” She asked, turning around to face him once everyone had gone back to dancing, or drinking, or doing…whatever it was they were doing.

Sirius nuzzled against her neck, “You know precisely what I wished for, love.”

She hummed, skimming a hand down his spine, “…only if you’re a good boy tonight.”

He looked up at her with heavy lids, from the firewhisky or lust or both, she wasn’t quite sure. Distracted by his gaze, she let out a surprised gasp as his hand snaked its way around to grab her backside obscenely.

“Bad dog…” she purred, kissing him once as he tried to wander his hands further. “I’m going to go get some air, it’s too hot in here.” One last soft kiss, and she wiggled out of his grasp just as James and Remus came over to ask him to settle an apparently desperate argument having to do with quidditch.

The corridor outside of the common room was chilly in the most delicious way, and she practically moaned with relief as the portrait swung shut. She inhaled deeply and sighed. The floor felt like it was spinning a little bit. She should probably sit down or something.

She opened her eyes and saw a friendly face leaning against the window, a bottle of firewhisky in his hand.

“Hey Pete,” she smiled, joining him against the wall. He didn’t return the warm welcome, just hummed in acknowledgement. “You alright?” She dragged her eyes over his face, something was up, he never acted so cold with her. A look down at the bottle pointed to him being completely off his face.

Peter shifted on his feet, “I’m fine. Just…relaxing.”

“I was wondering where you’d gone off to, I didn’t see you when we sang to Sirius,” even in her drunken state she sensed his tense energy and tried to keep the conversation light.

“Oh yeah?” He said almost sarcastically, “I didn’t think anyone had noticed.”

She shook her head slightly and let out a laugh, “What’re you talking about, Pete? Of course I’d notice if you—“

“How long have I been gone then?” He asked a little too aggressively for her liking.

“I…I don’t know Peter, I’ve been drinking and—“

“Yeah, I know. I also know that your favorite drink is firewhisky mixed with cider, you’ve had four of them already tonight. You only dance to Abba, but you’ll always keep time with your foot to every song you hear. You absolutely loathe potions, but you always light up whenever you figure out the best way to combine ingredients. Your favorite color is orange, but not like pumpkin orange; bold and dramatic like a sunset. You always scrunch your nose before a bludger hit. Your deepest fear is failure, and you still hate the fact that you were put in Hufflepuff even though you pretend you don’t.”

She stared at her friend, completely at a loss for any words as he continued on his tirade.

“I know that you talk to Remus somehow through that book you always carry.”

“How do you—“ her heart beat faster, the only other person to know about that was Sirius.

“I also know you’ve been sneaking into our dormitory for over a year to sleep in Sirius’ bed.” His tone bordered on accusatory. She continued to stare, dumbfounded by all of it.

“Don’t tell me that you notice me,” Pete held her gaze steady for someone that had a half-empty bottle of whisky in his hand, “Because I would know a thing or two about noticing people.”

“You’re wrong,” she whispered, voice cracking slightly. The corridor had stopped tilting, but the air was heavy with discomfort as she gathered her bearings.

Peter took a step closer towards her, “I’m sorry?”

She cleared her throat, “I said you’re wrong. My biggest fear isn’t failure.”

Peter’s laugh was on the verge of bitterness, “Yeah? What is it then, Sirius breaking up with you when he finally gets bored?”

Oh.

Ouch. Is this what it felt like to be stabbed? She was pretty sure he had just jammed a serrated knife into her abdomen.

“No, Peter,” she spat, curling her fists to avoid him seeing her shaking hands, “My biggest fear is losing the people I love, which includes you, believe it or not.”

Before she could move, Peter grabbed her face and kissed her. She froze for a moment, too drunk to fully comprehend what in the actual fuck was going on. Carefully, she grabbed both of his hands and pushed him back gently. “Peter—“

“What the fuck are you playing at, Pete?”

Sirius was standing in the open portrait entrance, eyes narrowed on his friend, full of rage and betrayal.

“Sirius it’s fine, just a misunderstanding—“ she started, as he ignored her to push Peter against the wall.

“Stop!” She stood between them, taking Sirius’ face between her palms. “Look at me, Siri.”

Reluctantly, his blue eyes slid to her, “We’re all shit-faced. Let’s go upstairs and go to bed. Everything’s fine.”

“I don’t want him to touch you. I don’t want anyone to touch you,” she could hear the anger in his voice, the same kind she had heard last year in the forest. The same sadness and fear was present too, just beneath the surface. Unsure of what to say, she kissed him.

“I don’t want anyone else to touch me, Sirius,” she said against his lips, “I love you.”

He stopped and stared at her through heavy lids, mouth still centimeters from hers.

“Say that again.”

“I love you?”

He kissed her softly, “again.”

“I love you.”

He picked her up and she began to laugh, carrying her back toward the common room.

“I’m going to make you scream it so loud the entire tower hears,” he growled into her ear.

As the portrait swung shut, she noticed that Peter had disappeared, and the corridor was empty, save for a half empty whisky bottle.

———

December 23, 1977

As a collective, they had decided to remain at Hogwarts for the winter holidays, to be together one last time in the place they all called home. All of them, except for Peter.

She had tried to convince him to stay, even going as far as to bribe him with promises to complete the rest of his essays for the year. He had declined every offer. His reasoning allegedly that his parents were going through a tough time, and they wanted to be together for the holidays. She couldn’t argue with that, not when she’d do the same for her family. The feeling was bittersweet as she hugged her friend goodbye on the last day of term, the promises of fun and mischief on the horizon for the next week shadowed by the fractured dynamic now that they’d be missing one piece of the puzzle. They hadn’t spoken about the night of Sirius’ birthday party, the three of them choosing instead to chalk it up to drunken stupidity and sweep it under the rug. But she hadn’t forgotten the way he had spoken to her, how his eyes held such despair and pain. None of it was normal, not for Pete, who was usually quiet and sweet and always made her smile no matter what. Something was going on, she just needed to do some digging.

Pete squeezed her hand once before leaving for the carriage ride over to Hogsmeade station, offering a small reassuring smile before disappearing from the Great Hall that morning. Sirius pulled her onto his lap at the breakfast table, her eyes still focused on Peter exiting the main doors, “Stop worrying,” he murmured into a kiss on her temple.

“I’m not,” she lied.

He gently grabbed her chin to turn towards him, “You’re getting that little crease between your eyebrows, don’t lie to me, Yellowjacket.” She shot him an annoyed glare, trying to not break into a smile.

“So what’s the plan?” Mary leaned forward to look expectantly at the rest of them down the table.

James beamed, “Whatever we want, the castle is ours.”

———

Apparently “whatever we want” meant different things to each person involved.

James and Lily snuck away to ‘explore the grounds’ (which they all knew was code for feeling each other up in the Prefects bathroom); Mary had turned the Common Room into her own personal nightclub, blasting music and dancing around atop the furniture while Marlene and Dorcas played games on the rug by the fire; Remus and her had decided to spend a relaxing afternoon in the library reading, much to Sirius’ annoyance. He had wanted to start a pick-up game of quidditch now that the pitch would be guaranteed empty, but ended up grabbing his broom and heading out solo.

Madam Pince scowled when Remus and her entered the deserted library, angry that her solitary literary oasis was now tainted by their smiling faces. Making a beeline for their preferred table in the corner of the second floor, she pulled out a few books and settled in across from Remus for a marathon reading session with her best friend, even sneaking in snacks from the kitchens so they wouldn’t have to leave for sustenance.

Hours passed, and she had become so engrossed in the book that she didn’t hear someone creeping up behind her.

“Christ—“ she jumped as Sirius pressed a kiss to her temple. Remus let out a low chuckle from across the table, having clearly seen his friend sneak up and chose to not warn her ahead of time.

She shook her head, “You both are pricks…”

“You love us though,” Sirius wrapped both arms around her shoulders and leaned closer to her ear, “Come with me, I have something to show you.”

Shutting the book and setting it on the table, she got up and followed him through the tall shelves towards the back of the library. The sections they began to pass became dustier and older, the light even beginning to fade the further they traveled.

“Siri, where are we going?” She whispered. He reached back and grabbed her hand, tugging her behind one of the shelves, kissing her deeply.

“Pince is going to catch us,” she said in between breaths, hands tangling in his dark hair.

Sirius smiled against her lips, “That’s half the fun.”

She was eternally grateful at the decision to wear a skirt that day, even more so that Sirius had the wherewithal to preemptively place a hand over her mouth before bending her over an ancient wooden desk. By the time they made their way back to where Remus was still sitting, the sun had set and she could already feel bruises forming on her hips.

———

The rest of the break was precisely what she wanted: a whole bunch of doing nothing. Just waking up and leisurely spending time with her best friends. Late one night close to the start of term, they were all strewn about the Gryffindor Common Room; some of them asleep in armchairs or on the floor, the rest just lounging and listening to music comfortably. She laid against Sirius sprawled on the couch, back pressed tightly to his chest as he ran a hand up and down her arm.

“What happens when it’s over?” She spoke softly, Sirius’ hand stilling against her skin.

“When what’s over, love?” The rumble of his voice vibrated against her bones.

“This…Hogwarts. What happens when we’re not together anymore?”

James smiled sadly at her from the armchair across the room, Lily tucked into his side as she slept. “We were uh…actually talking about getting a place together after school,” he looked down at the sleeping redhead lovingly.

“Jamie, that’s amazing,” she grinned at him from across the room. Though she was happy for her friends, a large part of her wanted nothing more than to stay this way forever, never going off and living separately and only seeing each other sporadically; as selfish and unpractical as that sounded.

“What about us?” Sirius muttered into her ear, resuming the comforting brush of his knuckles. She hummed up at him in question.

“We can get an apartment, maybe in London?” His blue eyes sparkled in the light of the fire. She sat up and looked at him properly, “Really? You’d want that?” Sirius nodded firmly.

“What if we went in on it together?” Her eyes tracked to Remus, sitting on the rug by the fireplace.

He gave her a sidelong glance, “I’m not going to be the third-wheel in that house, not with you two shaggin’ on every surface.”

She held out a hand towards him, wiggling her fingers dramatically, “Oh come on, Moony! You know I can’t live without you!”

Sirius chimed in beside her, “Yeah Moons, I promise we’ll only have sex in the kitchen once a month.” She elbowed him in the ribs.

“We can ask Pete too! It’ll be great, and James and Lily can come over for Sunday dinners,” she stared at her best friend hopefully, watching as his glare slowly melted into a reluctant smile.

“Fine, but only because I can’t live without you either…and I get first call on a bedroom.”

“Deal,” she smiled broadly, falling back against Sirius’ chest again, “We can start looking the week we get home from final term.”

———

January 28th, 1978

“The Order of the Phoenix,” James said proudly, standing in the center of the boys dormitory. The rest of them were lounging around the room on various beds, having chosen to use their room for this particular meeting that James had frantically called.

“James, I’m sorry, but what are you talking about?” She was trying to focus, but Remus was currently across the room sending her crude doodles in their shared sketchbook, trying to make her laugh. Sirius leaned over her shoulder to see, swiftly snatching the book and scrawling something particularly heinous (due to Remus’ immediate grimace upon receiving it).

“It’s a secret society that my parents are a part of, The Order of the Phoenix, Dumbledore started it a few years ago. There’s a bunch of members throughout Great Britain, and some abroad as well I think,” James’ eyes were glittering with excitement.

“A secret society? That’s like something from James Bond,” Mary raised her eyebrows from her spot on Peter’s bed. James gave her a puzzled look.

“Who’s James Bond?” Sirius cautiously muttered, afraid to ridiculed by the multiple muggleborns in the room.

She turned around to pat his cheek patronizingly, “It doesn’t matter darling.” He scowled at her sarcasm while Remus chuckled from his own bed.

“Anyway,” James continued, “they’re actively fighting against Voldemort and his supporters, doing reconnaissance and other shit to try and find out their next move, and stop them every chance they get.”

From behind her, Sirius sat up straighter, clearly intrigued at the notion of being on the front lines. “Don’t even think about it,” she whispered back at him.

He huffed an incredulously breath, “I’m going to join, you can’t possibly stop me.”

“I’d prefer to not have you in danger—“

“—there are people dying!”

“Don’t you think I understand that?” Her voice had raised too loud, the rest of the room falling silent as she stared at Sirius, “I can’t risk losing you, any of you…” she looked around the room at her friends. Lily met her eyes, the normal shade of emerald green dark and sad.

James spoke up first, “I uh…I’m already involved…”

Her heart stopped beating. “Jamie—“

“It’s not official or anything, I still have to swear an oath or whatever and my parents won’t let me do that until after we’re done school. But I’m allowed to be at the meetings, and my parents tell me more information…”

She shook her head in disbelief, “Why didn’t you tell us?” James rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably, at the same time she felt Sirius shift on the bed behind her. It was Remus’ nervous throat clearing that tipped her off to the betrayal though.

“You all knew…didn’t you? The four of you?” Her eyes shot between Peter, James, Sirius, and Remus. None of which dared look back. “You all planned on joining…”

Sirius made the mistake of reaching for her arm, “Love—“

“Don’t fucking touch me,” she got up off the bed and stormed out of the room, slamming the door. She was halfway down the main corridor by the time Sirius caught up, grabbing her arm in protest.

“Leave me alone,” trying to wrench out of his grasp was futile, he was much stronger than her. He pulled her towards him, gripping her arms tightly as she looked everywhere except for his face.

“Please…” she mumbled.

“Look at me,” he tone was stern, eliciting an immediate reaction from her. When she met his eyes, they didn’t match his voice, instead they were soft and patient. “Talk to me, love. Why are you so upset?”

“You hid this from me! You all did!” She felt insane. From the betrayal by her friends, to the outburst she had in the bedroom, she felt like she was losing her mind a little bit. It’d been years since she’d felt insecure in her friendship with the boys, about feeling any bit left out or that she wasn’t wanted.

Sirius didn’t buy her excuse, “What’s the real problem, though?”

They stared at each other for a beat, his eyes searching hers for the truth. After a deep breath, she let her shoulders drop, “I’m afraid…”

“Of what, love?”

“…of losing any of you. This makes it more real.”

Sirius clicked his tongue, pulling her into a tight hug, “Nothing’s going to happen, we haven’t even officially joined yet. Even so, just because we’re part of the Order, doesn’t mean we’ll do any actual fighting.” She scoffed, “Sirius, I know you, and you would jump at the chance to be on the most dangerous missions.” His laugh was anything but reassuring.

They stood in the quiet corridor for a few minutes, locked in an embrace that she couldn’t bring herself to break. “Why didn’t you include me?” she whispered into his chest.

Sirius kissed the top of her head, “I figured you’d try and stop us. Better to ask for forgiveness than permission y’know.”

“I want to join, something all of you should’ve guessed.”

Sirius smirked, “If it’s any consolation, Moony did say you might want to be involved.”

“That’s because Remus knows me better than anyone else.”

He pulled back, feigning offense, “That’s a bloody lie and you know it!”

She raised an eyebrow in challenge, “Just because you’ve seen me at my most vulnerable, doesn't mean you know me entirely.” Sirius lifted her hand and kissed it, lacing their fingers together to walk back toward the dorm and their awaiting friends.

“Guess I’ll have to try harder, bee."

———

May 6th, 1978

The Order of the Phoenix wouldn’t pay the bills, a notion that didn’t seem to matter to people like James and Sirius who were worth more than any of them in galleons. But to the rest of them, finding a career after Hogwarts was at the forefront of their minds…at least for her it was. She’d known since her second year what she wanted to do, and she was determined to get a foot in the door. Applying to jobs at the Ministry of Magic required many steps, the first and foremost being receiving the proper O.W.L.’s and N.E.W.T.’s. She’d received Outstanding’s in Transfiguration, History of Magic, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Muggle Studies, Ancient Runes, and most importantly, Care of Magical Creatures. N.E.W.T.’s were being held at the end of the month, and she was practically tearing her hair out about it.

By day, she’d be in the library with Lily and Remus, the only other two that understood her determination. After revising for almost each waking hour, by night she would crawl silently beside Sirius in bed, where he’d coax her slowly (and thoroughly) into relaxation.

“You don’t have to stress so much, I have more than enough inheritance to support us both,” He said one night, propping his head up on a fist to look at her.

“It’s not about the money, Siri,” she ran a hand over his bare chest, marveling at the smoothness of his skin, “I want to help people. I’ve wanted to get into Werewolf Support Services for years, I’m not about to stop now when I’m so close.”

He leaned down to kiss her softly, “I love you, you’re the most incredible woman I know.”

She hummed contently into his lips, pulling him closer.

“I’ll be here with you no matter what, love,” he whispered, hand snaking between their bodies. She sighed at his touch, “Promise me.”

His fingers grazed her core, “Promise what?”

Holding her breath, she squirmed as he teased. “Tell me.”

She squeezed his bicep, pleading with him to give her what she wanted, “Promise you’ll always be here.”

He kissed her softly, touch finally landing where she needed him most, “I’m never going anywhere, love.”

———

June 10th, 1978

N.E.W.T.s were the following week, and at that point she wasn’t sure she’d eaten a proper meal, or even brushed her hair in days. Every waking moment was either spent revising, or working on her application for the Being Division of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Remus (along with Professor Kettleburn and Madam Pomfrey) had written a letter of support to add to it, going to great lengths to convey her dedication to the advancement and care of those afflicted with Lycanthropy. She’d cried for a continuous hour after reading it.

The Friday before exam week, the entire group sat around the breakfast table, some chatting away about their excitement for the end of school, others (mainly herself, Remus, and Lily) were utterly silent. Unlike her other two exam-weary friends, she sat and picked at breakfast, not even bringing a crumb to her mouth.

“You need to eat,” Remus whispered into her ear, a piece of bacon in hand, “It’ll do you no good if you’re starving during exams.”

“I’m fine,” she grumbled, pushing the plate towards the center of the table, nauseous and irritable.

“Suit yourself,” Remus sighed, turning his attention to the person sitting on her other side, “Pads?”

Sirius looked over at his friend, then down at her picked-over plate. “Love…”

She gave Remus a glare, “You’re such a rat!“

“Oi, speaking of—“ he interjected as Peter rushed towards them, pink cheeked and out of breath.

“What’s up, Wormy?” James raised an eyebrow at him, “You look out of sorts.”

Pete slumped down beside him, exhaling loudly, “Filch took it!”

“Took what, mate?” Remus took another bite of bacon, watching his friend catch his breath. Peter cautiously looked down the table. “The map…” he whispered.

“Are you fuckin’ joking Wormtail?!” Sirius said loudly, causing Mary and Marlene to look up from a few seats away. She placed a hand on his arm in an effort to calm him down.

Peter threw up his hands, “I didn’t mean to!”

“What the fuck happened then?” Sirius gritted his teeth. Remus was tense beside her as well, having the ability to restrain his anger much better than most.

Peter took a deep breath, “I was using the map to check one of the passageways, and I guess I wasn’t paying attention, and the next thing I knew Filch had appeared and almost caught me trying to go behind the mirror on the fourth floor—“

“Why were you going through that passageway? Where were you headed?” She stared at her friend quizzically. That particular passage led to Hogsmeade, the secret tunnel being the largest of any they had found during their time at Hogwarts, big enough that it could hold a group of people. They never used it, finding it too conspicuous to be useful, utilizing the One-Eyed Witch tunnel to sneak into Honeyduke’s instead.

Peter didn’t meet her eyes when he opened his mouth to speak, Sirius instead cutting him off. “Who gives a shit what he was doing, that map was our legacy! And now what? Filch is going to get his grubby little hands on it and who knows what that weirdo is going to do with it!”

She looked at him sidelong, telling by his expression that he was being completely serious.

“I cleared it before he could take it,” Peter muttered, eyes still fixed on his lap, “He won’t be able to use it, unless he figures out the password.”

“Well thank fuck for that, Pete,” Sirius sneered, “I’m glad you decided to use your brain for once.”

Her head snapped to him, “What’s your problem? It was an accident.”

Sirius shook his head, “He always does this, he doesn’t think, and now look what’s happened.”

“It’s not that big of a deal, Pads,” James chastised, clapping a dejected Peter on the shoulder, “Now, I’m going to go let off steam on the pitch, I think a few of you could gain something by joining me.” He gave Sirius a pointed look, who in turn wrapped an arm around her waist.

“Come flying with me,” he nudged her gently, “it’ll make you feel better.”

She shook her head, annoyed at his outburst with Peter. “I’m going to keep revising, I’ll catch up with you later.”

James stood up, followed by Sirius. “C’mon Pete,” the former pulled their friend up by his arm, “You could use the fresh air too.”

She didn’t miss the eye roll Sirius gave as he bent down to kiss the top of her head. “Moony,” he called to Remus beside her, “makes sure she eats, please.” She didn’t respond or look up at him. “I love you,” he whispered before planting one last kiss to her temple and following the other two out the main doors. Her and Remus sat in comfortable silence for a bit, him continuing to eat while she ruminated on a multitude of thoughts that swirled around her head like a cyclone.

“Talk to me,” Remus muttered, never looking up from his plate, his tone giving no room for nonsense. After all these years, he was still the only one to clock her feelings before anyone else.

She sighed, “Peter’s been acting weird.”

Remus cocked an eyebrow at her, “We’re not talking about Sirius?”

“He’s my problem to deal with, I’m more concerned about the other one at the moment. Have you noticed anything?”

Remus thought on it for a moment, crunching another piece of bacon and then passing one to her, “I’ll only tell if you eat something.”

“Fucks sake,” she said under her breath, biting the piece of meat dramatically just for him.

Remus smiled a little as she chewed, “Pete’s been…different since his dad lost his job.”

“He didn’t say anything to me about that, when did it happen?”

Remus squinted in recollection, “Uh…summer of last year I think? He told us when we got back in September one night. His mum’s been under a lot of stress at work and now with this…Pete’s been trying to help however he can, that’s why he didn’t stay here with us for Christmas.”

She nodded, “Yeah I knew he wanted to spend time with his family, he just never specified.”

Remus hummed, “He hasn’t talked much about it to us either. He’s just been really irritable and has a hairpin trigger nowadays. You can imagine what it’s like sharing a room with him and Sirius…”

“Poor Pete,” she stared down at the plate of untouched food, “You’re not upset about the map, are you?”

Remus shook his head, “Nah, it was fun while it lasted. Won’t have much use for it after next month anyway. Better to have it here where maybe it’ll fall into the hands of some young troublemakers.”

“I hope whoever finds it makes Filch’s job a hell of a lot harder.”

Remus smiled, “Cheers to that.”

———

June 20th, 1978

It had to be some sort of joke. The parchment in her shaky hands fluttered slightly as she read and re-read each word over and and over, brain trying desperately to grasp the words. She inspected the handwriting, looked for any distinguishing marks or something that would give away the letter as being a prank from someone. She doubted anyone she knew would be cruel enough to joke like this.

We’re pleased to offer you a position as Undersecretary to the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures: Being Division, supporting the efforts of the Werewolf Support Services branch.

The sentence was practically burned into her retinas with the amount of times she’d read it. As the realization finally sunk in that this was in fact real life, she huffed out a disbelieving laugh to herself, spinning around in her dormitory trying to figure out her next move. There was only one person she wanted to talk to; one person that knew how badly she had wanted this.

———

Remus was lounging against his headboard reading a muggle novel when she burst through the door, eyes wide and breathing heavily from sprinting up the stairs. Every muscle in his body tensed as he sat up.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” He tried to keep his voice from giving away the panic flooding his veins. Every day the news was worse and worse, attacks getting closer and closer to home and people with more recognizable names dying on the regular. The anxiety was always there, lying in wait for the bomb to drop. Her eyes scanned his face for a moment, expression blank and neutral as she held up a letter.

“Love, what’s happened?” Remus stood up slowly, taking the piece of parchment from her, eyes flying over the words as his heart hammered away in his chest. He prayed it wasn’t her family, held his breath that the war hadn’t finally struck home.

“I…I got in…” she whispered.

Remus looked up from the paper, seeing the smile beginning to take shape on her face. All fear evaporated from his body as she beamed, eyes brimming with tears.

“I’ve officially been hired by Werewolf Support Services. I actually did it, Remus,” her voice broke as he reached for her, lifting her into a full-body hug. “I’m so proud of you,” he said into her hair, spinning around in the center of the room.

She clung to him, inhaling the familiar scent of her best friend. “I’m finally going to make a difference. I’m going to fix it, Moony.”

Remus buried his face in her neck, the love he had for her overflowing, “You’re going to do great. If anyone can do it, it’ll be you.” She squeezed him tighter, opening her mouth to say something as the dormitory door was kicked open.

“Oi! Hands off my girl.” Sirius leaned against the door frame, voice dripping with sarcasm, “Moony, we’ve talked about this. If you want a three-way, you just have to ask.”

Her and Remus groaned, pulling away from each other to give Sirius matching death glares. “Don’t be crass,” she pointed at him, “I have zero interest in having sex with any of my friends, thank you very much.”

Sirius cocked an eyebrow, “What happened between us then?”

She rolled her eyes, trying to hide a smile, “Oh get fucked, Black.”

“I’m trying to!” He threw his arms out. She ignored the comment entirely, holding out the letter for him instead.

“What’s this?” He took the parchment and skimmed the paragraph quickly. When he’d finished, his blue eyes shot to her in excitement.

“You got in,” he said.

“I got in,” she nodded with barely contained joy. Sirius grabbed her face, giggles erupting from her between kisses.

“I’m…so…proud…of…you!” punctuated each press of his lips to hers. His hands began to wander to her shoulders, then down and around her waist; the kisses that started out quick now becoming more heated.

“Moony,” Sirius purred as he placed a kiss against her jaw, “I need you to leave now.”

Remus sighed as he grabbed his forgotten book from atop the bed, “I’ll be in the library, please try not to break any of the furniture in here. I’ll see you both at dinner.” Sirius backed her onto the bed as the door shut.

“Mmmmm…I doubt it,” he purred as he knelt between her legs.

———

June 24, 1978

Sirius stroked a thumb down her ankle as she placed a kiss to his temple. Carried atop his back, she laughed as they made their way down towards Hogsmeade Station as a group, choosing to walk instead of using the carriages in the hopes of wringing out every last drop of time together. Behind them, Remus talked animatedly with Lily about a book they were both currently engrossed in, James’ arm casually slung over her shoulder as he pretended to listen intently. Ahead, Marlene, Mary, and Dorcas skipped about, the latter two loudly singing an Olivia Newton-John song they’d heard on the muggle radio. Peter walked beside her and Sirius, the two boys in deep conversation about the state of Puddlemere United, and whether or not they’d win a championship this year.

From the higher vantage point, she looked around; taking in the sight of her friends, listening to their voices, breathing in the warm Scottish air for the last time. James caught her gaze and smiled, and she knew he was soaking it all in too.

When they arrived at the station, Sirius set her down gently, kissing her once before boarding the train with James to find them a compartment. The rest of them filed in as younger students ran past, laughing and shouting about their summer plans. She paused at the railing of the platform, staring off across the Black Lake to the castle casting shadows over the dense forest beyond.

“It’s weird to know we won’t be coming back,” Remus leaned beside her, sweeping his eyes over the landscape, “doesn’t feel real.”

She hummed, “I can’t believe we’ll all never eat breakfast again as a dysfunctional, obnoxious family.”

Remus chuckled, “Or worry about getting caught out of bed after curfew.”

“Or try to wrangle the drunk dynamic duo after a quidditch win.” Memories surfaced of having to coax James and Sirius (both incredibly wasted) down from the rafters of Gryffindor Tower after a particularly raucous victory party last year.

“Oh that’s probably…definitely still going to happen,” Remus smiled.

She sighed, the sound filled with sadness but also excitement for the future, “I’m glad I got to spend these years with you, Remus. I’m glad we all found each other.”

He threw an arm around her shoulders as they stared at Hogwarts one final time, “I’m excited to spend the rest of my years with you degenerates as well.”

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Potter Twins

Warnings: cursing, character death, violence, mentions of torture, war, injuries, bad dates, (I chose the house that the reader is in), drinking, drowning, bullying, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: James Potter x sister reader

Inspired by: Brother, by Kodaline

*not my gif*

Summary: Life as a Potter wasn’t always as easy as people may think, there are definitely up’s and downs that come with the life

A/N: I may or may not have gone a little overboard with this one; Yes, I know that I still have a lot of requests piling up but I’m going through a bit of a writers block right now so I promise I’ll get back to work on them as soon as I can

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

When we were young we were the ones, the kings and queens, oh yeah we ruled the world

“Jamie!” You screamed, placing the bright gold crown on top of your head, “I told you that I wanted to be the king, and you’ll be the queen!”

James huffed, putting the pink cape and blue tiara on, “Well how am I expected to be the queen, when I have no purse?” He asked in annoyance, putting his hands on his hips.

You waved a hand dismissively, “I don’t know, figure it out.”

He scanned the living room before walking over to the couch and taking a small pillow as a makeshift purse.

“This will have to do.” He shrugged, studying his ‘purse’.

You looked him over before giving a nod of approval, “We may now leave.” You said in your best attempt at a formal voice, well as close to it as you could get to it as a five year old.

The two of you marched through Potter Manor, on a mission to find your parents through the maze of a house.

Euphemia and Fleamont Potter sat in their dining room, sipping on coffee and trying to enjoy whatever little peace they were getting at the moment.

They didn’t know what drove their normally loud twins into this quiet state, but at the moment they weren’t really complaining.

Their long deserved peace was disturbed though, by their five year old twins marching into their room in royalty costumes.

Mia raised an eyebrow while Fleamont choked on his drink, “What are you kids doing?” Her voice held some slight amusement.

The twins looked at each other and nodded before yelling in sync, “We are the queen and king and we rule this house!”

Fleamont let out a barking laugh and his wife elbowed him in the stomach, “Well that’s very nice kids, what great imaginations you have.”

Your father sniggered, “Yeah kids, what great-“

Mia elbowed him again, three times harder and he doubled over this time.

You and James sent each other a look that was full of mischief, communicating without even talking.

“Attack!” The two of you screamed at the same time before charging at your now wide eye parents.

“Mia, I think we messed up-“ Fleamont cut himself off with his own high pitched scream as his son jumped on top of him and his daughter did the same to his wife.

We smoke cigarettes, man no regrets

“What is that?” You asked with wide eyes, staring at whatever was in your brother's hand.

Said boy smirked proudly, “This, my dear sister, is a cigarette.”

Your eyes widened even more, “James!” You hissed at your ten year old twin brother, “Mum and dad said that those are bad for you!”

He rolled his eyes, “Not that kind of cigarette, this is a candy one from Diagon Alley.” He told you.

Your mouth turned into an ‘oh’ shape as you watched him put it in his mouth, and then blow out bright pink smoke.

“I want one!” You whined.

He rolled his eyes again, but took the bag of them out of his pocket and handed you one, much to your delight.

You tasted it, and when you pulled away you told him, “It tastes like strawberries.”

He nodded, “That’s because it’s the flavor that you got.” His tone was teasing this time.

You moved to taste it again, but the door to James’s room- where you both were- opened up and Fleamont walked in, “Hey kids, have you seen-“ he cut himself off with wide eyes as he saw what was happening.

You both quickly put them down and in sync, scrambled to say, “No, no, no, dad! It’s not what you think!”

But it was too late, your father had already turned on his heels and began running down the hallway, “MIAAA-“

Wish I could relive every single word

“They’re here!”

You woke up to the sound of James screaming at the top of his lungs, bouncing around your room like a bad chocolate frog on the loose.

Slowly opening your eyes with a groan, you glared at your brother slightly because he had woken you up in the middle of summer.

“They’re here!” He repeated with a squeal, finally coming to a stop right in front of your face.

You gave the bespeckled boy's face a harsh push away from yours as you grumbled out, “What the bloody hell are you going on about?”

“Our Hogwarts letters are here!”

That made you sit straight up with wide eyes before looking at your brother suspiciously, “You didn’t open them yet, did you?”

He shook his head, “We promised each other that we would open them together.”

You looked at James with some surprise, not realizing that he would remember the deal you made at the age of six about five years ago.

“Mum and dad don’t even know yet.” He continued, waving two envelopes in front of him.

You gladly accepted the envelope with your name on it and looked up at James who was already looking at you.

“One,” You said in sync.

“Two.” You both got ready to rip it open.

“Three.”

We’ve taken different paths

“Gryffindor!” The sorting hat’s booming voice shouted through the Great Hall.

And right on cue, the whole table of red and gold erupted in applause for James, welcoming your brother with open arms.

James didn’t even spare you a glance as he cheerfully skipped over to where his new friends were sitting.

You felt your heart deflate a little, at least having expected a small smile or wave.

Right after, the teacher, Professor McGonagall, called out your name and immediately all eyes were on you.

Nervously, you walked up to where the stool sat, not yet ready for some ancient hat to decide your fate.

You sat down quietly, holding your breath as the hat muttered in your ear, but you were far too nervous to actually comprehend what it was saying.

After a moment-which was a moment longer than you wanted to be up there-it seemed to come to a conclusion as it yelled out, “Ravenclaw!”

The house of the eagle began clapping for you wildly, but you paid them no mind as you scanned through the sea of people to try and find your brother.

As you walked over to your new table, your eyes finally landed on James, but he wasn’t looking at you, his eyes were trained on the table, deep in thought, and he appeared to be ignoring everything going on around him.

You sat down at your table, finally looking away from James, just missing it as he looked up at you.

And traveled different roads

You slowly walked to your very first potions class with some of your new friends surrounding you, chatting happily, completely oblivious to your state.

James and you hadn’t talked since before the sorting ceremony, and this was going to be your first class with the Gryffindor’s of your year, meaning your brother.

As you entered the room, you saw him sitting with who you now recognized to be Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew.

And according to one of your new friends who loved to gossip, the four had grown very close in such a short period of time and were practically inseparable, as well as troublemakers. The last part did in fact sound like your brother.

He glanced up as you entered, momentarily making eye contact.

Even though you could all sit anywhere, James didn’t offer you a seat and you didn’t ask for one.

Instead, he gave you a small smile, the first sign of acknowledgment he had given you.

And as you went to sit on the other side of the classroom, you returned it, not really knowing what the future would now hold for you and your used to be inseparable twin brother.

I know we’ll always on the same one when we’re old

Two nights ago, you had decided to sneak out for the first time after being at Hogwarts for three weeks.

You did that one night when you couldn’t fall asleep because you and James would always say goodnight to each other before you came to school. And you didn’t know about him, but it sure helped you sleep.

Without it, you had been having a lot of trouble falling asleep at night, as stupid and childish as it may sound.

Due to this, on your nightly walk the day before, you discovered that the astronomy tower was a great place to just go, watch the stars, and sit in peace, which mainly had to do with the fact that Filch was scared of heights and didn’t go check on it at night.

You had been going there for the past two nights and it helped you get through each long night.

What you hadn’t expected though, was as soon as you stepped into the tower, you were met with the sight of James looking up at the stars.

He seemed to have heard your footsteps because he whipped around with wide eyes, ready to sputter out excuses to whatever professor had found him, when his mouth clamped shut at the sight of you.

“S-sorry.” You stuttered out, not having expected him to be there, quickly turning on your heel to exit.

“No!” He quickly scrambled up before stopping and clearing his throat, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, “No, it’s okay. You can stay.”

You hesitated before nodding slightly and sitting down a couple feet away from where he had just been sitting.

After a moment he went back to his spot and copied you while looking up at the constellations.

“So,” James cleared his throat, nervously glancing over at you as you kept your eyes trained on the sky.

“So.” You repeated, not looking away from the sky.

“I’m sorry.”

Your head snapped over to James in surprise, he never apologized. Never.

He quickly tried to explain himself, “I guess I just thought we would always be in the same house, you know? I was just in shock that you weren’t gonna be with me at all times any more, and I got caught up in that fact and accidently started ignoring you.”

He must’ve taken your long silence as you not wanting to talk to him, because he sighed and moved to stand up.

“Wait.” You said softly, causing him to pause, “I always thought that we would be in the same house too.” You whispered, glancing down to see James’s eyes on you, “I thought that I would have my twin brother with me forever.”

“You will.” His answer surprised you.

You looked over to him to see him already looking at you with a small smile.

Suddenly you stuck your hand out with your pinkie up, “Twins forever?” You asked challengingly.

It was something that the two of you came up with when you were little, and you hadn’t done it in many years.

Without hesitation, he wrapped his pinky around yours, “Twins forever.”

And when you’re in the trenches and your under fire, I will cover you

Lucius Malfoy sneered down at you as you dropped your head and tried to let your hair hide your face, begging the universe to let the ground swallow you whole.

Normally you wouldn’t be fazed by the blonde boy, ignore his jabbings and even send some back at him, but you were tired today and had a test in History of Magic, so you were just beyond drained.

He had seemed to find it his personal mission to make everybody’s lives around him miserable ever since first year.

And now with it being second year, everybody was just so done with him.

What neither of you noticed was that James had rounded the corner to see you practically cowering in a corner, clutching your books like a lifeline while the Malfoy boy stood over you.

You, who could handle yourself. And he knew that you could, so seeing this did not make him happy in the slightest.

And James Potter saw red.

He quickly threw down his books and angrily stomped over to where the two of you were, “Oi!” He called out and the platinum blonde boy jumped a little, “What the bloody hell is going on here?”

As he came to stand slightly in front of you, you couldn’t help but feel immensely grateful. You knew that he would normally let you handle yourself, but it seemed like he could sense how much you needed help at that moment.

James quickly drew his wand and pushed it right into Lucius’s face, “You better get out of here before I hex you, Malfoy.” His voice held such disgust and anger that Lucius’s eyes widened in surprise.

He quickly backed up, stumbling, before sprinting out of the hall, knowing full well that the Potter boy would in fact hex him into next Thursday.

James turned to you in concern, imminently softening, “Are you okay?” His voice was gentle.

You nodded slightly, quickly throwing your arms around him, much to his surprise, “Thank you, Jamie.” You mumbled into his robes.

He wrapped his arms back around you protectively, “Of course, n/n. I got you.”

Let’s just say you weren’t surprised when Lucius Malfoy was the victim of the infamous marauders next prank.

If I was dying on my knees, you would be the one to rescue me

“I’m gonna die!” You complained dramatically, flopping down onto your back in the grass beside your twin brother.

He glanced down at you from his quidditch magazine with an amused smile and chuckle, “Is that so?”

You nodded, throwing an arm across your face, “Second year exams are in one week! I’m not ready for those!” You whined.

“Shouldn’t you be studying right now, then?” He teased playfully.

You glared up at him, “Shoulnt you be studying?” You challenged back, purposefully eyeing his quidditch magazine that definitely didn’t have anything to do with the exams.

He threw you one of his annoyingly cocky grins, “I, dear sister, don’t need to study. For school comes naturally to me and I will pass all of the classes with flying colors.”

You let a scoff escape your lips as you sat up and glared at James slightly, “School most certainly does not, ‘come naturally’ to you, and if you don’t study, then you’re going to fail.”

Only once you finished talking did you realize how much you sounded like Lily Evans, a Gryffindor girl in your year that you had only ever talked to once, and who your brother appeared to be obsessed with.

Then it was his turn to scoff and throw a glare right back at you, “You’ll be eating your words when mum and dad are sending owls while crying with joy when they see my scores.”

“Oh, they’ll be crying alright, just not for that reason.” A sly smirk made its way onto your face, but it quickly dropped at the look that James was giving you.

His face was serious, but his eyes held the promise of mischief.

Without warning, his hands dove at you, tickling your sides, causing you to let out a squeal and immediately move your body away from him.

“JAMES-“ Your screams were cut short, replaced by your own giggles.

And if you were drowned at sea, I’d give you my lungs so you could breathe

“Y/n! Y/n!” James began to panic once you didn’t resurface.

The two of you had both just finished the last of your third year exams and had been talking when James bet you that the lake was still freezing, even though it was June.

You had laughed at his stupidity and shook your head, telling him that he was a div and it clearly was going to feel refreshing in the heat.

The conversation quickly escalated into a full blown argument that led to the two of you had stomped down to the Black Lake- fellow students scurrying out of your way as you did so- and both dove head first into a sort of deep part of the lake to see who was right.

Turned out you were, though James would never have admitted it, but after five seconds of James coming up for air and you not, dread started to set in his chest.

His breathing started getting heavier and his eyes- that no longer had their glasses- were whipping around in fear, looking for any sign of you.

When he didn’t find any, he didn’t hesitate before taking a large gulp of air and diving down into the dark waters, ignoring the rushing sounds in his ears, and frantically looked around for you the best he could.

It didn’t take him long to spot you, struggling against the bottom of the water, your robe stuck between two rocks, leaving you unable to move.

Your movements were getting slower by the second, and it was clear to your brother that you were running out of breath. Fast.

The sight of your eyes beginning to flutter shut would haunt James Fleamont Potter for the rest of his days.

Ignoring the burning in his lungs, James pushed as hard as he could to swim over to you as fast as his legs and arms would carry him.

By the time he reached you, your arms had gone slack and your eyes were fully shut, mouth beginning to open slightly.

With all the strength he could muster, James yanked on your practically lifeless body as hard as he could, successfully releasing- but tearing- your robe away from the rock, setting you free.

After using the ground to give himself a boost, he pushed himself and you out of the water and dragged the two of you to the surface and surrounding ground.

Nobody was around because the two of you had technically skipped class to settle your debate, so no one could help.

Going as fast as he could, James picked you up bridle style and threw his sweatshirt that he had discarded before diving in over your shivering form and began sprinting back to the school.

“Hang in there n/n…”

I’ve got you brother

“James?” Your voice croaked groggily, heavy eyelids slowly peaking open.

Said boy immediately jumped up from his seat and didn’t waste a second before practically tackling you with a hug without thinking.

You winced slightly, trying, but failing to lift your arms to wrap themselves around your brother in return. This caused you to panic.

“James.” The boy immediately let go when he heard the nervousness in your voice and backed away.

“Oh Merlin! I'm so sorry! That probably hurt! I should’ve been thinking-“

You cut off his rambling, “James, why can’t I feel my arms? Why cant I move them?” Alarm took over your voice and features.

“Hey, hey.” He quickly came back to your side, sliding onto the bed next to you, “It’s okay, don’t you remember what happened?”

You shook your head in fright when you realized that you couldn’t remember anything that had happened that day, you had just realized that you were laying in the hospital wing, which was practically empty except for you two.

“You and I went for a swim in the lake and-“ James cut himself off, looking away in hopes that you didn’t see the tears in his eyes, “-and one second you were there and the next you were stuck at the bottom of the water… I had to- I had to save you… but I was almost too late.” A sob finally escaped his lips.

You breath hitched as you realized that your brother was saying that he had to watch you almost die, and then save you cause you couldn’t do it yourself.

Feeling had begun to return to your arms, and with all the strength you could muster, you reached up and did your best to wrap them around James.

He didn’t hesitate to turn around in your arms and begin crying in your hair.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” He sobbed out over and over again, and this time it was your turn to shush him. Tell him that everything was okay, and that it wasn’t in any way his fault.

If that day taught you anything, it was that you could never have your twin brother feeling like that again. Ever.

I’ve got you brother

“This is your fault.” You whispered harshly, scrubbing the plates over the sink.

“My fault?” James hissed back, not stopping drying the dishes as he angled a glare on you, “You’re the one who insisted on seeing if we could fly off the roof.”

“Oh well, I’m sorry,” You sassed, “I forgot that we didn’t have magic to help us out with that!” If there wasn’t glass in your hands, you would’ve thrown them up.

“Less talking, more scrubbing!” The two of you heard your mother call from the other room, causing both of you to groan.

“It’s summer break.” You whisper had dropped an octave lower at your mothers warning, “We shouldn’t be doing chores, we should be having fun.”

“Yeah, we should.” He matched your tone level, “But here we are.”

You glared at him, “I hate you.”

He returned the favor, “I hate you too.”

Carefully, you put the plate down in the sink, and scooped up some water in one of your cupped hands and threw it at James, who let out an offended gasp and looked down at his now wet shirt.

“How dare you!” His voice became high pitched as he threw the dish towel at you, which made you let out a gasp.

“How dare you!” You shrieked back.

Safe to say, an angry Euphemia marched into the room only to come face to face with two angry twins and a very messy kitchen.

I’ve got you brother

“So I was thinking…” James said, sliding into the seat next to you.

You looked up from your homework and raised an eyebrow at your brother, ignoring the weird looks you were getting from the other Ravenclaws because a Gryffindor came to sit at your table.

“That’s never good.” You said in return, allowing your head to turn back to your homework, hoping that your comment would send your brother away.

Sadly though, he ignored you, “What if we went to Hogsmead together?”

Ever since last year, when third years were allowed to start going, and he went with his friends every time.

This caused you to raise your head again, this time in shock, “I thought you were going with your friends?”

James shrugged, “Yeah, but I wanted to go with you.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, glancing over at the Gryffindor table where his friends sat, but they didn’t seem to be paying attention to either of you.

“Fine.” You gave in, and your brother in turn gained the biggest smile you’d seen all week.

“We’re gonna have so much fun.”

I’ve got you brother

“So,” You drawled, sitting down next to James, a large grin on your face, “Lily Evans, huh?”

James, who had been trying to do his homework for once, had been sitting in the library when you heard the news, and as soon as you did, you sprinted as fast as you could to where you knew your brother would be.

His face went red, and he ducked his head, letting hair fall in front of his face, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He mumbled.

You had never seen your brother blush, so the sight of it made your grin widen even more.

“Oh come on, James, the whole school is talking about how you and Lily were assigned to work on a potions assignment together.” You teased, secretly happy for your brother and his longtime crush.

“Sod off.” He gritted his teeth, still trying to avoid eye contact.

You stayed silent for a moment, before letting a smirk take over your grin, and you leaned closer to James and whispered to him to muggle rhyme that you had heard before, “James and Lily sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-“

James stood up suddenly, slamming his hands down on the table, “I said to bloody sod off!”

Everybody in the library turned to the two of you as you cackled silently and the librarian turned to you guys with a sharp glare, “Out, Potters!” It obviously wasn’t the first time that she had to kick you guys out for being too loud.

Safe to say that your laughter didn’t silence as James sulked out of the library, dragging you along with him by the arm.

Oh brother, we’ll go deeper than the ink beneath the skin of our tattoos

You sniffled, hugging your knees to your chest tighter as you stared out at the empty quidditch pitch

Just last week, a Hufflepuff in your year had asked you out on a date to Hogsmead that weekend. You had been thrilled seeing as it was your first date, even though you were in fifth year.

You had shown up to Three Broomsticks, where you two said you would meet, but after two hours of waiting, they never showed up.

After that time, you had scurried out of the restaurant, keeping your head down to avoid looking at peoples pitying looks and so that they couldn’t see your teary eyes.

You had known that no matter where you went, there would be someone there to see and judge you. Your dorm mates would be somewhere in Ravenclaw tower, students would be in the Great Hall, classrooms would be being used for various things, the astronomy tower had a club meeting there today, and the house elves would be in the kitchen.

So on that cold day, you ran to the quidditch pitch stands, knowing that nobody would be there.

What you didn’t expect though, was that after about ten minutes of you sitting there and crying in peace, someone sat down beside you.

This caused you to jump in alarm, not having heard anyone approach you, and whipped around to the person with wide eyes.

James had been hanging out in the common room with his friends when all of a sudden he felt like he should- no, needed- to go to the quidditch pitch. He couldn’t describe the feeling to his friends, or even himself.

But nevertheless, he had jogged to get there, not knowing what to expect, but definitely not thinking he would come face to face with the sight of you crying alone in the stands.

James was the first to speak up, “I thought… I thought you had a date?”

He had not in any way liked the idea of you going on a date when you had brought it up to him, but he also knew that it wasn’t his decision to make, so he just bit his tongue and kept his opinions to himself.

You shrugged, averting your eyes from his calculating gaze, “They… they stood me up.” You whispered, half hoping that he didn’t even hear you, but knowing that you couldn’t even bother hiding the truth from James. He would know, somehow, he always knew.

“Oh, n/n…” Without wasting a second, James wrapped an arm around you, letting you rest your head against his shoulder.

He rested his head against yours after giving the top of it a soft kiss, rubbing comforting circles on your arm while your body shook from the sobs.

“I-I really thought that somebody finally wanted to go out with me.” You admitted between sobs, allowing your brother to do his best to comfort you. “W-why didn’t they show up?”

You knew that he wouldn’t know the answer, but you couldn’t stop the question from slipping past your lips.

“Becuase they’re an asshole.” He grumbled in response, holding you tighter as he thought of that pathetic excuse of a person.

You turned your face and continued to sob into his shoulder, unable to help yourself as pathetic as you looked.

As James looked down at you he promised himself one thing, he would do everything in his power to make sure you never felt like this again.

Though we don’t share the same blood you’re my brother and I love you, that’s the truth

“Yeah? Well you’re adopted!” James yelled back from across the table, slamming his hands down.

Euphemia continued calmly eating her food while Fleamont looked down with a snort, giving a small yell of complaint when his wife kicked him in the shin.

You looked back at James with unbelieving eyes, “I’m adopted?”

“Yes!” James continued to scream.

You began talking slowly, as if speaking to a toddler, “James, think about this for a second.”

“I did.” He snapped, “And you’re adopted.” He let out a huff of air, dramatically crossing his arms and turning his head to the side.

“We’re about to be in sixth year… it really shouldn’t be taking you this long to figure out.” You couldn’t believe he was your brother sometimes.

“Figure out what?” His voice was sharp, clearly still mad at you for the silly argument you two had just gotten in moments before.

“We’re twins, dumbass.”

We’re living different lives

“How about Saturday?” You tried again, looking hopefully at your brother across the Gryffindor table.

He didn’t even glance up as he flipped the page of the Daily Prophet, continuing to read, “Sorry, n/n, I have quidditch practice all day.”

“Oh.” You breathed out, deflating a little, “So you’re busy all week?”

He nodded his head, finally looking up at you, “Yeah.”

“James!” Sirius Blacks voice boomed throughout the Great Hall, plopping down in the seat next to your brother and giving him a slap on the back.

“Hey, Pads.” The Potter boy greeted back, matching his energy.

Slowly, you began moving out of your seat, not that I would’ve mattered, he didn’t even notice.

You left the table with your head slightly hung, it appeared that even your brother was now too busy for you.

Heaven only knows, if we’ll make it back with all our fingers and our toes

You wrapped your arms around yourself tighter, trying to protect yourself as much as you could from the crisp and needle like winds.

The blue and bronze scarf around your neck had been wrapped tightly around as much as it could without tearing.

Of course, the biggest quidditch game of the year for the quidditch cup had to take place on the coldest day of the year.

Normally you wouldn’t bother coming to the matches, you weren’t really into them like your family was, but it was Ravenclaw vs Gryffindor and some of your friends were on the team and begged you to come support them, and even though you and James had been growing apart again, you still thought it would be a good thing to do to watch your brother.

Because of the cold, the stands weren’t as densely packed as they usually were whenever there was a match going on, and all of your friends had already given up and retired to the school for some warmth.

As the game carried on, you had let your mind wander. If you were cold where you were standing, then it must’ve been so much worse for the players who were zipping left and right with the wind blowing right on them.

You hadn’t even noticed that something had happened until there were screams and gasps from all around you, but not the normal cheering screams that you would normally hear at the game, these were terrified screams.

Your head snapped back up in the game just in time to see your brother fall right off his broom and through the air, a beater nearby with his bat raised and a horrified look in his eyes at what he had accidentally just done to the chaser.

As fast as you could, you scrambled over to the edge of the stand, shoving people roughly out of your way as you let out an agonizing scream, “James!”

The game came to a halt as people on both teams rushed down to the ground where your brother's body lay in a heap, panicked looks written all over the teams and nearby teachers' faces.

You watched from way up high helplessly as Madame Pomfrey rushed out onto the field and immediately set to work on making sure your brother would be okay.

You knew your face was pale and eyes were wide as you stood frozen, shaking from not only the cold now, but also terror. The same kind of terror that James must’ve felt all that time ago when you had almost drowned.

You had never taken into account just how bad that feeling was, but from that moment on you knew that you would never feel a worse feeling than thinking that there was a possibility that your brother was dead.

You nearly collapsed with relief when you saw his form begin shifting slightly on his own from way down below, letting you know that he was in fact alive.

Five years, twenty years, coming back it will always be the same

James turned towards you, his eyes holding sadness, “Are you ready for this?”

You shook your head wordlessly in return, not looking away from the castle that you had grown to call a home, unwilling to believe that you were leaving for good.

“Time went too fast.” You finally whispered out, tears welling up to the brim in your eyes.

“I know,” His voice was soft as he took your hand in his own, giving it a gentle squeeze, “I know.”

You finally turned to look at your twin brother, “We’re not children anymore, James.” Your voice held the sadness at the realization.

This time it was him shaking his head, hair bouncing softly back and forth, “Not anymore.” He agreed, giving your hand one final comforting squeeze before letting go of it.

As you turned your attention back to Hogwarts, a wave of memories came crashing over you, both good and bad. Both with your brother and without. But all ones that you knew you would never forget, because they all shaped you into the person that you were that day.

“Trains leaving.” His voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

You turned to him with a single nod, casting one last longing glance back at the place you loved so much, before hopping onto the Hogwarts Express, leaving an old life behind and beginning one you never thought would come.

When you stepped onto that train, you left your childhood behind and everything that came with it.

If I was dying on my knees, you would be the one to rescue me

James came sprinting into the room, not even bothering to knock as he barreled through the door with little to no sense of what was going on around him.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” His voice came out high pitched, laced with worry.

Euphemia looked up from her desk, frowning slightly at her son's disheveled state, “What’s wrong, James?”

“That’s what I just asked you.” His voice came out in a strained way that was clearly from stress.

His mother stood up quickly and strode over to him, gently taking him by the shoulders and searching his face.

“Dad told me that something happened to Y/n, but he didn’t say what it was.” He now sounded desperate, needing to know that you were okay.

Mia relaxed, letting go of James’s shoulders and taking a calm step back, letting out a small chuckle that made James confused.

“Everything is fine, James. Y/n just dropped a glass plate and cut herself, nothing a little medical potion can’t fix.” Her voice was reassuring and James visibly relaxed as well.

She gently cupped her son's face, an adoring smile growing on her own face, which caused James to tilt his head and look at her in slight confusion, “What?”

Euphemia just shook her head softly, not letting the smile drop from her face, “Nothing, James, nothing.”

And if you were drowned at sea, I’d give you my lungs so you could breathe

You took a deep breath, leaning your head back to look up at the stars, taking in the beauty of it all.

James turned to you, “I still can’t believe that we’re not going back to Hogwarts when summer ends.”

You let out a little hum of agreement, not taking your eyes off the constellations, “I know, it’s crazy.”

“Do you think McGonagall will miss us?” He asked absentmindedly.

You let out a little snort, “I’m sure she’ll miss me, I don’t think it’s the same for you though.”

Your brother let out an offended gasp, clasping a hand over his heart dramatically, “How dare you? I’m her favorite student!”

“Her favorite student to give detention to.” You said back, a teasing look on your face.

This made him hesitate, “Yeah… you’re kinda right…”

This time it was your turn to do something dramatic, as you whipped your head in his direction, “What did you say?”

He let out a groan, “Shut up. One of the times I was in detention because of you anyway!”

You scoffed playfully, “I didn’t ask you to do that!”

“Well I had to be your knight in shining armor and save you by taking the blame for the prank you pulled on Flinch!” He made his voice deeper and raised an arm above his head.

You let out a snigger, “It was my first and only prank.

“And your big brother had to save you.”

“Okay, for the last time, you are TWO MINUTES OLDER-“

I’ve got you brother

“Are you sure you want to do this?” James asked for the thousandth time, warily eyeing you.

You gave yet another firm nod, “I’m joining the order with you James. Just like Sirius, Remus, Peter, Lily, and all the others. It’s time for us to do our part and take our places in this world.”

He sighed in defeat, holding his hands up in surrender, taking a step back, “I know, I know. I just wanted to make sure because you know once you start this life… you can never leave it.” His voice held a sorrow that you knew all too well.

You placed a hand on his shoulder, “It's okay, James. I know.”

I’ve got you brother

You stared directly in front of you numbly, not even being able to register as James reached over and squeezed your hand.

You ignored it when he wrapped his arms around you, pulling your view away from the sight in front of you and began sobbing into your hair.

You didn’t even try to comprehend the fact that there were no longer tears in your eyes, the only indication that you had ever been crying coming from your bloodshot eyes and stained cheeks, but apparently you had cried all the tears you had. You no longer had any left in your body to cry.

Everyone had long since left the two of you alone, knowing full well that you needed to be in each other’s company and not be surrounded by anyone else at such a time like that.

It was standing there in that moment, standing in the practically empty place, that you knew you would never be the same. Everything that had happened to you up to that point never had affected you more than staring at Fleamont and Euphoria Potter’s graves.

And if we hit on troubled water

You sensed a presence sitting next to you, “Hey, there.” The voice was soft and all too familiar.

“Hi.” You mumbled back, not looking up from your plate as you poked your food with your fork.

“You know… you really shouldn’t play with your food.” James attempted to joke, smiling slightly, dropping it once he didn’t get one in return.

“Whatever.” You dropped your fork, pushing your chair away from the table, clearly fed up with your brother already.

He sighed, grabbing your arm gently to stop you from stalking away, “Hey, hey, wait… it’s been hard for me too.” He tried.

Even though it had only been a week since your parents' funeral, you and your brother were taking it very differently.

While you wallowed in your sadness, James smiled through the pain. Trying to make sure everybody else was okay without taking a moment to make sure that he was.

“You know you can always talk to me, n/n.” He said hopefully, looking at you in an almost begging way.

You finally looked at him, softening, “You can talk to me too, Jamie.”

He let out a chuckle that wasn’t exactly full of humor, it held a tint of sadness, “You haven’t called me that in a long time.”

You slowly walked over and sat back down next to him, “Let’s talk, James.”

I'll be the one to keep you warm and safe

You let out a grunt of pain, refusing to give the death eaters in front of you the satisfaction of hearing you scream.

One day ago, you had been sent on an undercover mission for the order by yourself, much to your brother's dismay, but it turned out to be a trap and you were quickly outnumbered and captured.

You had been interrogated over and over again for what the exact mission was, who the members of the order were, and where your base was.

Of course you had refused to say anything, doing everything in your power to keep your surviving family and friends alive.

After a while of you not answering their questions, they had turned to torture methods, but still with no avail.

You knew that after this long of you not checking in with the others, James was going to be jumping out of his skin and definitely would’ve convinced the others by now to go looking for you. So now it was your job to stall until they found you.

“Okay, this is the last time I’m gonna be asking you, Potter. Where are your little blood traders and mud bloods hiding?” One of them asked you, wand gripped tightly in her hand with her teeth gritted, clearly long out of patience.

“Screw. You.” You answered for the thousandth time.

“That’s it.” A man spoke up from behind, standing up and walking in front of the lady, “If she’s not gonna talk then let’s just get this out of the way and kill her already.”

Right on cue, the doors burst open and in stormed the angriest looking James Potter that you had ever seen, closely followed by other order members.

“Get away from my sister.” And with that, he yelled out a curse, pointing his wand at the nearest death eater.

And we'll be carrying each other, until we say goodbye on our dying day

“Stupefy!” You screamed, your throat slowly becoming raw.

“Expelliarmus!” You heard James yell from right behind you, equally as loud.

The two of you were back to back, spinning in circles while fighting off as much death eaters, doing everything in your power to keep the other one safe.

Everytime a death eater would send a spell your way, James would block it and send one right back, just as you were doing the same for him.

With one final spell being yelled, all of them had dropped to the floor, unconscious, and James immediately turned to you.

“Are you okay?” He rushed to ask, scanning your face up and down for injury.

You nodded your head slightly, “Yeah, you?”

“Yeah.”

Because I've got you brother

It was hard for you to believe still, that in the midst of all this war and suffering, you twin brother still found the will to have a wedding of all things.

It made you happy beyond belief that he loved Lily enough to risk it in the middle of everything that was happening, and it made you even more happy that the redhead was more than thrilled to marry him in return.

They loved each other, and that’s all you could ever ask for.

Despite everything, you let the smile grow on your face as you watched Lily- soon to be- Potter walk down the isle in the most beautiful dress you had ever laid eyes on, and your brother wearing the largest grin that you had ever seen in your life.

All around you, their closest friends sat gathered around, some with tears in their eyes and others with similar smiles to yours.

“I do.” You heard them say in sync, and from that moment on it was sealed. You now had a sister in law.

I've got you brother

As you looked down at the sleeping baby in your arms, you didn’t think that you could ever be happier than you were in that very moment.

Because you were now an aunt, and you were holding your week old nephew in your arms.

James watched you two from the corner of the room with a fond smile, absolutely adoring the way that two of the people he loved most in the world were interacting, even if one of them wasn’t doing much.

“You know,” You spoke up quietly as to not wake the baby, glancing at your brother, “It’s very self centered for you to have your son's middle name be your name.”

He scoffed slightly, a playful glint taking over his eyes, “It’s not self centered if I gave him the best name in the world.”

You paused for a moment, studying your brother, “…Its only because Lily said no to naming him James Junior, isn’t it?”

“…no.”

I've got you brother

You ran around the living room with a laugh, bouncing a laughing one year old Harry up and down in your arms as Lily also let out a laugh from on the couch.

James walked into the room to be greeted by this sight and spat out his drink all over the floor, his eyes widening.

“Careful!” His voice came out high pitched as he practically screeched, rushing over and gently taking Harry out of your arms, “You'll drop him.” He accused.

You rolled your eyes, placing your hands on your hips and glaring at him, “Oh yes, because I’m such an irresponsible adult that I would drop my one and only nephew.” You replied sarcastically

“You would!”

Harry looked back and forth between you two as if he understood what was going on as Lily just shook her head slightly from the couch, knowing exactly what was about to go down.

“Okay, YOU KNOW WHAT-“

I've got you brother

The house had been suspiciously quiet for at least a half an hour, and normally Lily wouldn’t think anything of this, if it weren’t for the fact that both James and you were in the house at the same time.

She searched through all the rooms, secretly tense in case the two of you were planning to pull a prank on her and/ or jump out at any minute and end up giving her a heart attack.

What she didn’t expect though, was to enter Harry’s room to come face to face with the sight of her child peacefully sleeping in his crib while you and James each sat in a chair on opposite sides of it, you with a children's book opened in your lap.

The two of you were asleep, your head dropped to your chest, and James’s head tilted towards the ceiling with his mouth hanging open.

The redhead stifled her giggles as she closed the door softly, letting the three of you get some sleep.

If I was dying on my knees, you would be the one to rescue me

“Y/n… we need to talk.” Remus said after knocking on your door and you allowing him to enter.

“What’s up, Remus?” You asked, glancing up from your desk.

Ever since you joined the order, you had gotten to know James’s friends better and found out that they weren’t necessarily bad people, they just had a bad reputation in school for all the pranks they had pulled.

As your eyes caught Remus’s, you immediately knew something was off. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair was a mess, his voice had quavered, and his hands were shaking slightly.

“What’s wrong?” You immediately stood up, panicking.

“It’s- it’s…” He trailed off, looking up at the ceiling and blinking really hard, as if to rid himself of tears, “It’s James and Lily.”

You felt your heart drop to the very bottom of your toes.

“The- the dark lord found them, Y/n… they- they didn’t make it.”

Time stopped.

The only thing you could hear in that moment was your heart pounding in your ears, not even conscious of the way your knees buckled out from underneath you, nor did you notice when Remus caught you and brought you into a comforting hug.

Your brother, your James, couldn’t be gone. He couldn’t be dead. He was far too strong and brave for that. He would never let himself die. Leave you alone. You knew he wouldn’t, so this had to be one of his pranks- yes, that’s what it was, one of his pranks.

“That’s not funny Remus.” You finally said, but even as you did, your voice wavered at the end. Deep down you knew that it wasn’t a prank at all. It was far too serious of a time for that.

A tear ran down the man’s face, “I’m so sorry.”

A gut wrenching sob escaped from the back of your throat.

And if you were drowned at sea, I'd give you my lungs so you could breathe

The war was over.

That’s what everyone had kept telling you.

They were all cheering. Celebrating. Not even taking a moment to think about why it was over. Think of all of those people that lost their lives because of that damn war.

The ones who believed that they all had died for the right cause. The ones who didn’t know any better.

The war that took everything from you. Parents, friends, and now your twin brother- your other half. All dead in the name of that war.

People kept telling you that none of them died in vain, they all made it possible for the war to be fought and won. But they weren’t the ones who lost everything.

They weren’t the ones who were now numb to everything.

I've got you brother

“Y/n?” Remus called out hesitantly, putting his hand on your shoulder, hoping to not frighten you.

You snapped out of your daze, harshly shrugging his hand off as you took a swig from your fire whiskey, leaning back stiffly against the couch, “What do you want, Remus?”

“Don’t you… don’t you think that it’s time to come out of the house? It’s been two months, you need to come back out eventually.”

He understood- Merlin did he understand- but James was one of his best friends, and he now felt that it was his job to do what the Potter boy had spent his whole life trying to do. Take care of you.

“Sod off, Lupin.” Your voice was cold and distant, nothing like the one he used to hear whenever you were joking around with your brother when he was still around.

“Look, I’m just-“

“What?” You snapped, whipping around to face him, “Worried? Concerned?” You scoffed, turning back around, “Don’t pretend like you actually care.”

“I do care.” He stressed, feeling with every bone in his body that he needed you to believe that.

Ignoring the burning sensation that still sat in your throat, you took another swig of your drink, “Get out of here, Remus.”

The man could do nothing but stand up sadly and walk out of the room, sending one last glance to you before shutting the door softly behind him with a click, wincing slightly as he heard the sound of glass being smashed against the wall.

I've got you brother

You knew that you would never be able to get past your brother's death, the only reason you ever got through your parents and friends were because he had been with you. Helping you. Supporting you.

What ever happened to twins forever? The promise he made you that he would be by your side through everything?

But now he was gone, and you were all alone in this world.

And there was only one thought keeping you going, you had to find and take care of Harry James Potter.

Even if it was the last thing you would do.

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Exist for Love (Chapter 1)

James Potter x Reader

Chapter Warnings: reader is a child in this but is going to age up very quickly in the coming chapters

Word Count: ~2,000

Chapter 2

Your childhood was what you would consider a lonely one. You’d only ever had one friend, and it wasn’t for lack of trying. You tried to be a very social and friendly little girl, but your playdates with others were limited in order to keep you safe. The children of your parents’ close family friends were to be the pool of children you could select from.

You gave your parents and servants quite a fright every time you ran outside the manor’s stony walls to peer through the gate at passerby, wanting to make friends with each and every one. You shouldn’t have felt lonely, though. The aforementioned close family friends had very many children, but to you it felt like slim pickings.

There was, of course, the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black (or so they called themselves), with several children around your age. There was Narcissa, a stoic and cold child. You always felt she’d been jealous of your status, even as young as you were. Then there was Bellatrix, a girl who gave you a sense of unease you could never shake. It was something about her unhinged smile and cruel treatment towards the servants. Then there were the mysterious brothers Regulus and Sirius, whom you saw very infrequently. Sirius was to be the head of the family at his coming of age, and Regulus was a very quiet and clever boy. You gathered though, after a bit of eavesdropping, that Sirius was a rather troubled child.

Your parents were also very close with the Weasley family. There were three boys, and though Arthur was near your age, he was quite an odd one. Always wandering out into the world to spend time with the people of the kingdom. You were green with envy, of course. You’d only ever wished to leap over the gates surrounding your home and spend time with others.

Last, but most certainly not least, were the Potter family. Euphemia and Fleamont were perhaps the most trusted of your parents’ friends. Their son James was your most cherished treasure. Though treasures were something you had so many of, James was unique and indispensable.

From an early age you’d shown an interest in each other. You would most definitely say that James was your best friend. You spent what your parents considered an indecent amount of time together, but how could you not? Every moment with him felt like you were laying on soft grass, the sun kissing your cheeks, content.

Though, you knew you couldn’t always continue on playing with James every day. You had very many responsibilities as the only child of your parents. They were unable to conceive again after you, and therefore you were the crown princess. With no other alternatives.

But you thought you would have more time with him than you would actually have. Because at age eleven, along with many of the other children you were ‘allowed’ to spend time with, he went to a special boarding school.

“Why can’t I go?” You’d had this conversation before, but nothing had ever felt so unfair as this. Your peers were all going to boarding school, you were being separated from your Jamie, all the while you had to stay and be educated within the grounds.

“You have a different set of skills you need to hone, your highness. Boarding school isn’t fun anyway,” your tutor was trying to placate you. He was a scholar from the Malfoy family. A wealthy noble family you didn’t much care for.

“I don’t want to learn about politics and etiquette! I want to learn about the stars, maths, and philosophy!” You complained, and your tutor raised his eyebrows at you.

“You hate mathematics, I would know,” you pouted at his words and resisted the urge to run your fingers through your hair in frustration. Your lady-in-waiting would have your hide for ruining the updo she put together. And your mother would have it for acting childish.

“But I am a child,” you’d told her one time, at which point your father scolded you for talking back to your mother.

And so, the year you turned eleven was the beginning of your blue period. Because you, like the great artists of the world all did, were experiencing a great deal of mourning and internal turmoil. You were facing nearly nine months without your best friend, with a short break where he would come back for the holidays.

In those first few weeks you were inconsolable, you were lonely, and all you did was study and attend meals. Your bodyguard, a distant member of the Longbottom family (and a man thirty years your senior), was the only person who could cheer you up. Between etiquette, maths, and family history lessons, he would give you lessons of his own. It wasn’t something you thought your mother would be happy about, but Charles’ literal only job was to keep you safe. So, he gave you self-defense lessons.

“You’re eleven now, just a wee thing really, so you can’t do much damage. What’s our number one rule?” He would ask you.

“Flight, not fight.” You recited dutifully, before quickly spouting the part you’d forgotten: “And call for help!”

“And our second?”

“If I must fight, I will do so with the goal of being able to flee.”

“And if you are unable to flee?”

“Then I have to fight for my life, no matter what.”

“That’s good, princess. Now, today we’re going to work on conditioning. How many times can you run around the east wing?”

You thought for a moment, heart beating excitedly.

“My record is eight, but I think I could do more!” Charles grinned at you.

“That’s a good start, princess. But I bet James could run around it twelve times,” you gasped at his bold statement.

“He could not! I always beat him in running contests!” You were red in the face, the picture of indignant, when Charles leaned in close as if to whisper something secret.

“You don’t think he’s been… letting you win? Do you?”

And so the autumn passed by.

You felt as if you were a spy living a double life, learning pretty princess politics and language arts and filling out your schedule with planned events and lessons… And in between them learning how to defend yourself. It was thrilling, but it couldn’t compare to the deepening loneliness you felt without James near you.

Your mother attempted to set you up to spend time with the younger generation of the Black family, but you knew they would be attending this magical boarding school in the next few years as well, so it wasn’t worth pursuing.

When the holiday season started nearing, snow settling quietly on the roof and warm soups filling your belly, you began to feel nervous about Jamie returning. What if he had found new friends? Well of course he would have friends, but what if he’d forgotten about you? How would you cope? What would you do if by the time his summer break came ‘round you no longer had a single friend?

These horrible thoughts were all running through your head as your lady-in-waiting tied you into a dark jewel-toned velvet dress.

“You look lovely, your highness,” she was a few years older than you, still a girl really. She had beautiful skin, a color somewhere between yours and Jamie’s, and long curly hair. You could only hope to grow up as beautiful as she.

She ushered you out of the dressing room and out into the hall where Charles awaited you.

“Ready, princess?” he grinned like he knew a secret, and you were highly suspicious it had to do with the gathering your parents were holding. A gathering of many of the noble houses to kick off the holiday season, and renew their friendships. Many of the heads of houses were very busy and didn’t come by the estate often. You weren’t excited to see all of them, but it did mean you would get to see James. It had only been a few months but it felt like a lifetime.

So when you stepped into the dining hall, expecting to see a dozen or so guests… You stopped short. Instead of the grand tables your parents would bring out for large gatherings there was an intimate table set for six.

Seated at the table were your parents, Euphemia and Fleamont Potter, and your Jamie, face split open into the widest grin you could have imagined.

Your mother had a coy smile on her face, and your father rolled his eyes lovingly.

“Well go on, I suppose a hug is in order,” he laughed as you threw yourself towards the table, and towards James. He stood just in time to catch you and throw his arms around you.

“Oh, I’ve missed you James,” you wished you could cry, but you knew it was unbecoming to do so, especially when hugging a boy. Which was usually something you were told not to do. But, you supposed this was a special occasion.

“And I’ve missed you, princess,” he was still smiling, you could hear it in his voice. There were rules to be observed though, so you parted from his arms (though you were loath to do so) and straightened out your skirt.

Your dinner was lovely and joyful, both your and James’ parents sending their two young children indulgent smiles as the night went on. James told you a little about school, but you would have a few weeks to learn more.

“Could we go for a short walk outside?” James asked your parents after dessert was served. “With Charles of course,” he added hastily.

With the permission from both your parents, and with Charles’ supervision, you and James grabbed your winter coats and stepped outside.

James seemed to know where he wanted to go, leading you towards the gardens. Once you were surrounded by snow-laden bushes and pretty winter blooms, he brushed off a bench and gestured for the two of you to sit down.

You were sure your nose was red with the cold, but James had reminded you to wear your mittens and earmuffs.

“I wanted to tell you about what I learned, and I couldn’t do it inside,” he was throwing that huge grin at you again, and you couldn’t help but smile back. “I’ve been taking astrology classes, and I wanted to show you all the constellations that are out tonight,” his cheeks were reddening, with cold or possibly with emotion, you weren’t sure. But at the mention of constellations you brightened. You always wanted to learn about the stars.

As Charles stood by, you stared up into the darkness and listened as James told you a story about the Greeks and the stars. He was animated, gesturing and pointing them all out for you.

“Two of my roommates are in my astronomy class as well, though we’re always getting caught up in mischief. You know me,” he laughed a little at himself and you nudged his shoulder with your own.

“You? Mischief? There’s no way,” you joked, eyes lingering on the snowflakes in his eyelashes and hair as he laughed. He was a lovely sight, and the art lessons you’d taken reminded you of the word: chiaroscuro. A contrast between light and dark.

“You two must be cold, why don’t we head back inside?” Charles piped up from behind you, and you felt your bottom lip wobble as you thought about parting with James again. But you reminded yourself that crying wasn’t to be done in front of others. So when James stood and offered a gloved hand to you, you took it and allowed him to help you up. Again, you were loath to let go of him, but you forced your fingers to loosen their grip on him.

“I’ll come back soon. You’ll see me again before I head back to school. I still have to tell you all about my roommates!” He really seemed to take to his new friends, but you were happy that he hadn’t forgotten you.

Unfortunately, you wouldn’t see him again before he left, as you were taken with a fever soon after the holiday passed and weren’t able to see anybody outside of Charles and your family for several weeks.

You did begin to write him letters though, writing about everything and nothing. The only secret you had from him was your lessons from Charles.

#marauders #james potter #james potter x reader #james potter x fem!reader #fluff #exist for love

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About Oblivia!

Hello! You can call me Oblivia! I am one of two admins on this account. Feel free to talk to me about Buzzfeed Unsolved, Jack Manifold (+other youtubers/streamers), Taylor Swift, MCR, Lovejoy, Fall Out Boy, BTS, Minecraft, Cryptid Coffeehouse, baseball, and many other things!!

I will write: angst, fluff, fics, headcanons, character x reader

I will not write: NSFW, yandere, gore, anything morally wrong (pls use common sense, I will just delete asks with typical taboo topics), I also will not write for real people, or character x character.

Fandoms/characters I write! Asterisks(*) denote favorites to write. List is subject to change!

Blooming Panic (current obsession): Nightowl*, Quest, Xyx*, NakedToaster*, Two2, BIGLADY*, Onionthief*

Harry Potter (fuck JKR): Harry Potter, Ron Weasley*, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom*, Seamus Finnigan, Oliver Wood*, Draco Malfoy, Matteo Riddle, Lorenzo Berkshire

Percy Jackson: Percy Jackson*, Annabeth Chase, Luke Castellan*, Jason Grace*, Leo Valdez*, Piper McLean*, Frank Zhang, Hazel Levesque, Connor Stoll*, Lityerses, pretty much anyone!

The Quarry: Ryan Erzahler*, Dylan Lenivy*, Nick Furcillo, Jacob Custos, Abi Blyge, Max Brinly, Kaitlyn Ka*

Supernatural: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester*, Castiel, Kevin Tran*, Jack Kline, Charlie Bradbury

TSITP (boycotting season 2 bc I hate Belly): Jeremiah Fisher*, Conrad Fisher, Steven Conklin

To All The Boys/XO, Kitty: Josh Sanderson, Peter Kavinsky, Kitty Song-Covey, Min Ho*

The Umbrella Academy: Diego*, Five, Klaus

Bones: Zack Addy*, Vincent Nigel-Murray*, Wendell Bray, James Aubrey, Angela Montenegro*

The Haunting of Bly Manor: Dani, Jamie*

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Sometimes Heroes Wear Monocles ~ A Jacksepticeye Ego Fanfic

Here we have a fabulous prompt from the ever lovely Jameson/Marvin anon! You have been so so patient, so I hope you enjoy! LET’S DO THIS!

TAGGING: @jameson-lee-jackson and @jam-lee-jackson

Quiet footsteps padded through the manor in the midst of the night, the figure trying to be as quiet as possible. Then that figure slipped into the living room, reached the couch…and flopped onto it face first. Within seconds, Jackie-Boy Man was sound asleep. The septic superhero had been spending nearly every night out on hero duty, keeping people safe, stopping crimes, and generally being an incredible human being. But it was also gruelling and tiring for the poor guy, who now was quietly snoring as he curled up on the couch.

A few moments later, another set of footsteps came through the room. It was Jamie, with a glass of water he’d fetched himself from the kitchen. He was using his phone torch to light his way when he saw the snoring hero. He gave Jackie a fond, warm smile. Everyone knew how hard Jackie had been working, and how exhausted all his efforts made him. Jamie tilted his head down at Jackie, his moustache twitching a little as he thought to himself. Then, his face lit up as he made a decision. Tomorrow, after Jackie had enjoyed ample rest, Jamie was going to treat him to the cheer he deserved. He carefully put a blanket on the hero, and headed up to bed.

The next morning, Jamie got up early to begin his endearing plot of love. First, he made sure everybody knew to keep out of the living room where Jackie was sleeping, so that he could get as much rest as possible. Jamie also took over the nearest kitchen, and set about curating the most delectable buffet of sweet and savoury snacks. He made, from scratch, cheesy breadsticks, little garlic buns, jam donuts, chocolate marshmallows, and his ultimate snack… his famous chocolate chip cookies (Jamie had to whack Anti with a dishcloth to stop him stealing them!). As they reached the middle of the day, Jamie put a little of everything on a tray, along with a nice dark roast cold brew with vanilla milk foam, and brought it to Jackie. He put it carefully on the table beside the couch, and it wasn’t long before the delicious scents woke Jackie up.

‘What the…?’

Jackie mumbled, his eyes going wide at the sight of the amazing spread of food in front of him; for a few moments, he genuinely thought he was still dreaming! Then he spotted Jamie sat across from him, and the young man wiggled his moustache as he signed excitedly.

‘Surprise!’

Jackie let out a laugh as he sat up.

‘Jamie… did… did you make all this for me?!’

Jamie nodded, his eyes sparkling as he signed.

‘Yep! You deserve it, you’ve been working so so much and I wanted to treat you! This is your first surprise.’

Jamie’s reply made Jackie grin, his eyes lighting up like that of an excited child as he replied.

‘This is just one surprise, what’s the second?’

‘You’ll just have to wait and see, now c’mon eat up!’

Jamie signed playfully, making Jackie giggle as he got started on the banquet of goodies Jamie had put together for him. Needless to say, it was clear Jackie needed every last morsel of it. It had been a while since Jackie had been able to dedicate time to even a little treat, so to be able to have something of this scale was just… heaven! He ate every last crumb, and for the first time in ages the hero actually felt like a properly energised human being. He let out a sigh as he flopped on the couch, rubbing his stomach with a grin on his face.

‘Whew, man… you sure know how bake up heaven!’

Jamie beamed, his moustache wriggling.

‘Why thank you!’

‘So, what’s this second surprise?’

He asked, doing a little stretch as he let the baked goods sink into his system as he looked across at Jamie with a curious grin. Jamie grinned back… and then stood up. Jackie’s brows knitted together in confusion as Jamie came over to him slowly. Then Jackie’s eyes widened as Jamie stood over him, raised his hands… and wiggled his fingers at him. Colour flooded the hero’s face as he suddenly realised Jamie’s intentions.

‘Woah woah Jamie wait hold on–AH!’

Jamie jumped on Jackie, interrupting him gleefully as his chest shook with giggles. Then, without hesitation, he slipped his fingers into Jackie’s armpits and tickled them, his blunt nails scratching as the hero’s hollows as he winked down at him.

‘Nononohoho! Wahahahait! C’mahahan, thihihis ihihis mehehean!’

Jackie squealed, and Jamie merely giggled, especially when Jackie dramatically clamped his arms to his sides. This didn’t hinder Jamie one bit, his fingers still deftly wiggling into Jackie’s underarms as he sent him a teasy grin. Jamie’s nails showed no mercy, making the hero writhe and wriggle under Jamie as he exclaimed.

‘Thihihis ihihis hehehero abuhuhuse!’

Jackie’s words made Jamie mock-pout at him, making Jackie let out an indignant noise as he squeaked out his words.

‘Dohohon’t mohohohock mehe-AHH!’

Jackie yelped as Jamie suddenly dragged his scratching fingers down the hero’s ribcage, his eyes gleaming as he watched Jackie snort and kick his feet, now throwing his head back with his laughter.

‘Yohohou’re ehehevil! Ehehehevil mohoustache mahahan!’

Jackie yelped, his words making Jamie gasp as he raised his hands to sign.

‘Don’t you bring my moustache into this!’

As a punishment for Jackie’s insolence, Jamie dug his fingers properly into the hero’s poor ribs. Jackie’s eyes widened at the intensity, letting out howls of giddy laughter as he hurried to babble.

‘AHH! NOHOHO IHIHI TAHAHAKE IHIT BAHAHACK! I TAKE IT BACK I TAHAKE IHIHIT BAHACK!’

Jamie grinned, and kept on tickling his ribs. His lean fingers plucked at each of Jackie’s ribs playfully, as if they were cute little string instruments, as Jackie batted at his hands (though, not too strongly). By now Jackie was a mess of cackles and yelps and snorts, a veritable cacophany of boisterous ticklish reactions that Jamie enjoyed listening to. Jamie was certainly dedicated, ensuring that each of Jackie’s sensitive ribs got the exact, precise attention it deserved.

‘Coochie coochie coo!’

Jamie raised his hands for a mere moment to sign, before continuing the rib tickling with delight. Jackie’s face went red as the ticklish feelings surged under his skin; he was desperately wishing he hadn’t slept in his spandex suit, which just made the sensations so much worse!

‘OHOHOHO GAHAHAD NOHOHO!’

Jamie giggled warmly at all of Jackie’s reactions, thinking that they were just beyond adorable! After a few more moments he eased up on Jackie’s ribs, leaving the hero panting and giggling as he gazed up at Jamie.

‘Oh gohod, ahahare yohou dohohone?’

‘Not quite yet.’

Jamie signed in response, along with a wink. Then he teasingly wiggled his fingers above Jackie’s tummy, making the hero squeak and instantly hide his face in his hands.

‘Nononono not there!’

Jamie grinned, his face bright with fond teasing.

‘Oh yes there!’

Jamie signed, before his fingers descended to their fresh tickly task. He only used his fingertips against Jackie’s tummy, giving the hero the most teasy, fluttery tickles known to man… aka, a technique that was Jackie’s most endearing tickly weakness. The gentleness and teasing were almost unbearable! Jackie’s face was beet red beneath his hands, and he couldn’t stop kicking his feet as he giggled and babbled.

‘Ihihit’s nahahat fahahair ihit’s nahahat fahair!’

Jamie adored watching Jackie hiding his face, he thought it was so cute how he was flustered merely from the softest tickles at his tummy! Jamie curled and uncurled his fingers slowly, making Jackie let out a loud, embarrassed whine.

‘Plehehehease! Yohohou knohohow Ihihi cahahan’t!’

Jackie peeked through his fingers as Jamie pulled a mock-innocent expression, his eyes shining as he signed.

‘Can’t what?’

He continued the evil, gentle tickling as Jackie whined even louder, his feet now kicking the couch as his voice got even more high-pitched.

‘Ihihi cahan’t tahahake thihihis!’

Jamie let out a soft, playful gasp.

‘Oh, am I being too rough? I can be gentler for you!’

He signed… and then Jackie squealed when Jamie somehow lightened his tickly touch even more. Now, Jamie’s stroking and fluttering were practically featherlight, which was even more tickly for the poor hero!

‘Ohohoho my gohohohod!’

Jackie soon descended into a stream of purely incoherent giggling and rambling as Jamie treated his tummy to the softest tickles for minute after minute. His fingers swirled over his waist, the little pudge under his navel, the sides of his tummy, the centre, all of it. No part of Jackie’s tummy was left un-teased. When Jamie was satisfied that he’d flustered the hero into the happiest and most blissful oblivion, he then had mercy on him. Jackie ended up consumed by giggles for another two minutes before he was able to catch his breath. When he slowly revealed his face he was completely crimson, practically matching his suit. His eyes glimmered as he gazed up at Jamie, his brain racing with a million giddy thoughts… but there was only one thing he wanted to say.

‘…thank you.’

Jackie’s whisper made Jamie beam. Indeed, there was nothing else that needed to be said. Jackie melted as Jamie gave him the warmest hug imaginable, both of them relishing in the happy snugness. As he hugged the hero, Jamie could feel the joy in him, the relaxation… and for once, a real sense of relief too. They cuddled and cuddled for what seemed like forever, only moving to get more snacks or slip in a movie. It was bliss. Truly, the most well-deserved bliss.

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