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mydarlingbeatrice · 11 months

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Arcadia.

Characters- James Potter x reader , James Potter x Lily Evans (for a short amount of time) , Marauders x reader (platonic)

Summary- Reader's in-love with James Potter, he however, is in an ongoing "relationship" with Lily Evans, her roommate.

Word Count- 655 words

Warnings- Angst (?) , James being an idiot , Reader being oblivious , I think that's it!

A/N- My first writing! Any and all feedback will be appreciated :)

picture found on Pinterest! <3

It had been so much fun, honestly, but if there would be one thing the young girl would change it would be that her friend, James had not brought along a woman that none of the friend group had known fully. "Lily Evans, pleasure to meet you!" She had said to the group, who was awestruck that James Potter, someone who they had thought only had eyes for the girl in the friend group, had thought that Lily Evans out of all people would be a perfect fit inside their tight-knit friend group.

She had been greatly surprised, having known Lily personally, well as personal roommates can get in the Hogwarts experience. Not in a million years would she have ever expected her to go after James Potter. Of all the boys our year, she had chosen someone she described in her own words to be "Egotistical, narcissistic bastard!" So, you could definitely say that she was nothing short of surprised when she saw them talking together at the muggle amusement park, having fun at that!

"So.." she says, trying to break the awkward silence that had fallen within the group.

Sirius is too busy messing around with Peter, and Remus too busy scolding them and trying to avoid the tension between the trio. "Lily and James, how did you two meet? I've never noticed Lily mention your name, not in a good light that is." she chuckles softly, turning to look at them.

James looks at her, a glint in his eyes she could not decipher at the time. Lily notices this and says, "Well, really, he asked me one day if he could get help on the Potions essay that we had assigned to us a while back. I mean, I couldn't say no. He was devilishly handsome!" She smiles at the girl, expecting her to laugh. Although she frowns, remembering that she herself had helped him with the Potions essay, not knowing which one Lily was talking about.

"What do you mean? I think you might be confused.. I remember precisely that I had helped James with the essay, the one about Liquid Luck right?" she goes on to say, confusion running through her words.

Lily's expression now consists of widened eyes and she turns to look at James. "Oh well, Lily must be talking about Transfiguration. Remember, love?" He turns to look at her threateningly.

"Right, yes!" She tells him. The girl sighs and looks at Sirius, Remus and Peter. They've somehow managed to get into a argument with the guy selling popcorn,

"Not even ten minutes have gone by! You guys are so immature. I expected more from you, Moony." She runs towards them, furiously scolding them, and then apologizing to the innocent shop-keeper.

. . .

"James, you can't keep on doing this to her!" Lily tells him, furrowing her eyebrows.

She moves to sit next to him, plopping down on the couch. "Seriously, it is so obvious that she's absolutely insanely in love with you! How hard do I have to get it through your thick skull?!" She pleads to him.

James holds both of Lily's hands in his, "Lily I promise that one day I will. One day I will-" He is cut off as the girl they were talking about walks into the room.

"Oh hey there, what a surprise!" She approaches them in the big red decorated common room.

She soon notices their hands still interlocked and stares at them blankly, "Terribly sorry, I didn't know I was interrupting you two." Her voice remains emotionless, but her mind and heart slowly turn into a thunderstorm.

James stands up, "No it's nothing! You're not interrupting anything!" His pursuits fail though, as she is already out the door before he could even finish his words. Lily comes up behind him and grabs his arms, giving him a look of encouragement.

"See what I mean? You need to tell her soon, otherwise you will lose her."

#marauders #harry potter #james potter #remus lupin #sirius black #peter pettigrew #lily evans #marauders era #the marauders #james potter x reader #james potter x y/n #james potter x you #james potter fic #james potter angst

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hotreadingwitch · 4 months

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MADE TO LIE - the aftermath

TW: gun violence, death

Y/N

Y/n moved quicker than she ever had before, stepping in front of Bucky, and protecting him in an instant. He fought to get in front of her but she was determined, pushing him back.

“Father” she spoke through gritted teeth.

“Y/n” he tipped his balding head toward her in greeting.

“How did you manage to get out of prison?”

He ignored her, instead waving his gun at Bucky, “I see you’ve become quite attached to the Barnes boy…You’ve presented me with a great opportunity really Y/n, all I had to do once your little tape leaked was pair up with these nice people here and make plans to get you back.”

“I’ll never go anywhere with you again, you’re a monster” she spat.

“You see daughter, you will really, because if you don’t I’ll kill him right now. Oh,” he teased as pain sprung to her eyes, “I can see how much that hurts you, so as your father, I hate to do it really, but of course, it is your own fault that you’ve gone and fallen in love with him in the first place. And you have, haven’t you, mon coeur?”

Bucky went still behind her, his hands on her waist a comforting weight as her father’s sickening words threatened all that was good, all that was growing between them.

“You’re threatening him?” Y/n rage flooded her ears, “Really?”

“Don’t you remember what I taught you huh? To love is to be weak…”

She glared at him, oblivious the the footsteps approaching beside her.

“This was not the plan Maurice…” the woman’s sharp voice spoke, “We want James alive…”

“Well you see dear,” his grin malicious, “I don’t really care what you want at all”

BANG!

The shot rang through the air and was immediately followed by others, all of which missed their targets. Y/n had come to know a gentler version of Bucky since they’d been assigned their mission, one that many people would never get the chance to know, but some spark of the old him, the Winter Soldier, flashed in his eyes the minute she was in danger. They stood back to back, Bucky’s aim pointed right at Angelo and Y/n’s…right at her father.

It was a true standoff. Each person glaring at their clear enemy. Except, in a triangle formation of sorts as Angelo’s aim was pointed also at Maurice.

“You—you beast” he roared, “You killed my sister”

It was a mistake really, a miscalculation on his part, and everything seemed to happen in slow motion. As Angelo shot at Maurice, her father turned slightly away from Y/n to shoot back, leaving him open for a mere second, a second that Y/n took advantage of.

BANG! BANG!

The look of pure outrage on his face was enough to make Y/n almost hurl. Disobeying her father the first time was hard enough, killing him was an entirely different game.

“Ha!” his laugh was manic as he fell to his knees, “You know, you’re exactly who I raised you to be daughter, and look how it turned out for me…I should’ve seen this coming”

His last breaths were garbled by blood.

“I’m sorry” she whimpered, reaching for him.

Her shaky hands pressed on the fatal wound.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” she chanted like a prayer, one that would fall on deaf ears for if she somehow wasn’t considered a sinner before, she certainly felt like one now.

Strong arms pulled her up with a whisper, “We’ve got to get out of here Y/n”

He pulled her away, quite literally carrying her over his shoulder and out of the room as she struggled. When they reached the car, Bucky sped away, concern lining his eyes as he barked orders to Tony via the phone system embedded in the speakers. Y/n’s eyes glazed over as the horror of what she’d done settled in her body.

Her father was a villain, yes, but did that mean he deserved to die? In all honesty, she wasn’t completely sure. As she had pulled the trigger her only thought was protecting herself and Bucky from the same man who was responsible for the death of her mother and sister. But Bucky. What would he think of her now? The mere thought of losing him now shattered her heart again and again and again. Silently, tears slid down her face but she kept her eyes on the road, not daring to look at him as her mind replayed her father’s last words, “…you’re exactly who I raised you to be daughter.”

Her body was on autopilot. It felt to Y/n as if every emotion was heightened and yet, at the same time, she was numb to it all. Yes, she knew logically that Bucky was driving, that he was helping her out of the car with a gentle hand on her back, and that he was slowly ushering her inside as he opened the door to the hotel room, but as her swollen eyes landed on the empty coffee cups sitting innocently on the small table in the suite’s foyer, she finally lost it.

She shoved Bucky off of her with as much force as she could muster, “Don’t coddle me”

Their eyes finally met. The look of pure, honest love in Bucky’s eyes was all she needed. She crumbled in his arms, feeling safer there than she felt anywhere else in the world. He was surprisingly warm and held her, comforted her, even with the blood that was literally on her hands.

“Come” he guided her quietly, softly to the bedroom.

Blood was on Bucky’s crisp white shirt too, blood that Y/n only noticed as he stood before her in the dim lamplight.

“You’re bleeding” she stated, hastily moving toward him to unbutton the shirt.

He let her care for his wound.

“I didn’t even realize you were shot” she admitted, eyes rimmed with guilt.

“It’s okay” he cupped her cheek, his rough hands surprisingly gentle, “I can barely feel it…Super Soldier remember?”

She let out a weak chuckle. Y/n didn’t think there would ever be a time when Bucky would fail to make her feel better. Still, she nursed him, disinfecting it and applying the proper bandages that they luckily had with them. When she finished, she went to the bathroom to wash the blood off her hands. She was startled as she looked in the mirror, seeing the broken, tear-stained woman who was being reflected back at her.

“It’ll get better with time” Bucky’s low, rumbling voice diverted her thoughts, “the guilt”

“Did you kill your father?” Y/n questioned with a raised eyebrow.

“No Y/n, I haven’t” his words were firm but his voice was simply weary, “But you know I’ve killed my fair share—many of whom were innocents, unlike him”

She allowed his gaze to pierce hers as she turned, pulling him toward her with a gentle tug so that her back hit the bathroom counter behind where she stood. Her lips grazed his, making him let out a low huff.

“Y/n…” he warned.

“What?” she nuzzled her nose along his cheek, her lips following, pressing small kisses across his handsome face, “I want you Bucky, is that so bad?”

He let out a frustrated murmur as if the thought of stopping her from getting what she wanted personally pained him, “I want you, you know I do, but let’s do this any other day, tomorrow even, just let yourself rest doll, you need it”

She pulled back, searching his gaze for something, what she didn’t know, yet all she found was more safety, so much that it threatened to overwhelm her entire being. The feeling poured out of her eyes, a broken sob escaping her mouth as Bucky pressed his lips to her forehead. He wiped her tears then, before gifting her their first true kiss.

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#fanfiction #fanfic #marvel #marvel fanfic #mcu #mcu fanfiction #bucky #bucky x you #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x you

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mysticalsoot · 1 year

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he said he'd cure your ills (but he did and he always will)

A/N; i wrote this in like an hour which is entirely a record for me lmao. there will be an alt vers posted tomorrow!! i’ll also post an intro and masterlist later!!

TW// manipulation, cheating, swearing, Wilbur is a bitch, it gets worse before it gets better sorry, fluff at the end I promise, partial derealization??, most of it is a nightmare.

Words; 2,004

Pairings; cc!Wilbur x Reader

Pronouns; Not mentioned, one use of y/n

Inspired by; The Smiths – This Night Has Opened My Eyes

Bittersweet angst version here

masterlist

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"Wilbur," You begin, voice trembling and caked in uncertainty, "Don't go. You can't."

"Why can't I? I have free will," Wilbur's tone is sharp like claws that slowly pick at the flesh around your heart, begging to rip it from your chest. And you're sure it will. His arms are flayed out, stretched out on either side of him. The same way they always are when he's angry. "Who's to stop me from leaving your pathetic excuse of a person?"

"You don't mean that.." Your voice gives out at the end, and you back up from him and into the wall. You want to run.

You want to scream.

You want to call him names.

Yell at him the way he's been doing to you.

Threaten him in the same ways, only worse and more tortuous than he could ever come up with.

But he's right.

You're pathetic, and so you curl up inside yourself, you freeze, and you die inside. You're rotting from the outside in. You're rotting, and isn't it his fault?

"I mean every word." His words come out slowly, it's calculated, the way he says it. It's like he really does mean to hurt you, that every word is a swing of the sword he's wielded for months. Slowly getting duller as each swing cuts deeper.

First, it was the distance; he stopped being as affectionate in public or at home. He no longer asked for it either, he just let you initiate it as if it was a chore he'd rather forget about for months on end. But you let it go, he was probably just tired!

And then it was the phone calls; his phone would ring and he would leave the room. He always said it was "work" stuff, but you knew the people he worked with and you were even friends with his manager, let alone his bandmates. But you let that slide too. Who knows, maybe it was a secret project! It's not that concerning..

The last straw was your friends. They were his as well, but they were just as much yours as they were his.

They were the ones that caught him. Up until this point you had been willingly oblivious, always pushing the gut feelings and the second thoughts as far away from you as possible and burying them six feet in the ground.

Wilbur was out during the day, he had gone to the beach that day (although he told you he went to the studio), to meet up with them. James was walking past the boardwalk that afternoon and he saw the tall man over by the water, out of the corner of his eye. He thought it was odd given the fact that Wil almost never went to the beach without you. So, he moved to a closer spot and hid far enough away that he wouldn't be noticed by his friend but close enough he could still see. It was deceptive and over the top, yes, but James was always one for theatrics.

He watched as Wilbur had gotten closer to the person he was with, holding their face the same way he watched him hold yours. He smiled at them the same way he smiled at you. But this person, they were the complete opposite of you and it made James' blood boil. He knew that you had no knowledge of this person because if you had known, he would have known. And he was in the dark, so you must be too.

And unfortunately, he was right. He went to the others first, the band, Alex, Tommy, Niki.. He covered all the bases for your closest friends and gathered them all together for dinner and game night at his place. And so, James told them everything, everything he saw or heard; the fact you probably didn't know.

They hatched a plan that night, after discussing all of the details, and their own suspicions. The plan was simple, they would stage an intervention. When worded like that, it sounds as if they pushed you into it. They didn't, the words they used were this; we found something out and we think you should know, but we have to tell you in person; and don't bring Wilbur.

It caught you off guard for sure and it filled your body with buzzing worry and nausea. But it subsided when you had gotten to the agreed apartment (Niki's), only to build again when you saw the expressions on their faces. Ones of grief, guilt, and pain.

They told you everything.

And then you went home (after plenty of comforting until you were semi-stable again), and you told Wilbur. You knew. There was no getting past you anymore. The secret was out.

And now you're here. He's making it out to be your fault and you so desperately want to believe it's not, but his arguments are more compelling and convincing than you thought.

"You, Y/N, have always been a nuisance. You're clingy, and possessive, you talk too much and you never know when to stop. It's always Wilbur this and Wilbur that. You never give me a break. You're overbearing, you're controlling. And I hate every fucking bit of your shit existence!" It hurts so bad to hear every word he says and know that he means it. The ache in your chest feels like a throbbing and if you didn't know better you would've assumed your heart had been ripped out and shredded over and over and over again, the hole in your chest then gushing blood from the half-assed job of heart surgery. All done by the sharpness of Wilbur's words.

God, you wished this was just a dream.

"If I'm such a nuisance, why have you stayed?" You ask, tears burning the skin of your red cheeks. The bags under your eyes are more prominent now than ever, it's the exhaustion from life combined with the stress of...this.

"Because I pitied you," He pauses, eyes narrowing before stepping forward, closer to you, "I never loved you."

You wish this was a dream, it has to be. He's not this cruel, it can't be him.

"What about the promises you made? Did those mean nothing to you?" You're begging him to spare your heart now, to not rip into it in the same way he ripped it from your chest. Your tone simply begs; please spare me, Wilbur, please.

"I never meant a word."

You feel yourself fade from reality, the sight of his anger-ridden red face fades into darkness, your surroundings going with it.

And then your body is frozen. Everything is black and you're crying, you can feel the wetness on your skin, somehow chilling you whilst burning you at the same time.

"Hey, hey, hey.." A soft voice speaks, it's muffled and you can barely make it out, but it's familiar; comforting.

You want to say something but your throat is locked, it's just as frozen as the rest of you, and you can't speak.

"It's okay, it's just a dream." The voice speaks again, and your brain subsides the fog previously inhabiting it and you remember. It's Wil.

Your eyes shoot open, his arms are wrapped around you, your head resting on his shoulder with his chin resting on the top of your head.

You shake your head, "No, no," you sniffle, grabbing onto the t-shirt he slept in, a simple white Los Campesinos! shirt, "it's not okay, it's not okay." The fabric entirely muffles your words on his shoulder but he can hear, he can make it out.

He pulls you closer to him, arms holding you in a tighter grasp. The feeling is warm, fuzzy, and good.

"Love, you're okay. I promise it's not real. This is real, I'm real, you're real." Wilbur rests his cheek against yours, the warmth of his touch enveloping you in a care you'd almost forgotten could exist.

You open your mouth to argue, but find yourself without words yet again, you simply whimper as you cry into his shoulder, soaking it in tears. He traces circles on your back as he whispers to you all of the things you didn't know you needed. He's warm, he's loving, and he's nothing like the nightmare Wilbur.

Moments pass until you've cried all the tears you could, and you pull away from his shoulder to look at him, adjusting yourself to sit in his lap facing him, rather than laying across his lap like before. The circles under his eyes are darker, and his hair, albeit longer than usual, is fluffed up and sticking up in every direction. He looks tired and worn, but his eyes hold the same concern and worry he has whenever you're upset.

He reaches his hands out to you, palms up and hovering in front of you. You take his hands in yours, holding on tightly, hoping and praying this isn't a dream either and you can stay. You desperately hope this is real. You want it to be real.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asks, head dipping slightly to meet your eye level, he's still taller than you even when sitting.

You weigh the options, if you told him, he would console you most likely. Or something would click and he would act in the same way he did in the nightmare, irritable and cold. Cut off from you. Was the risk worth it?

On the other hand, if you lied or perhaps omitted details, he may move on and the risk of him mimicking that same behavior is tremendously less likely.

You choose to tell him, there's a risk to it but what could it hurt?

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, "You cheated on me." You open your right eye a bit, just enough to gauge his reaction.

He looks to you expectantly, knowing there's more and so he waits patiently. You let go of his hands and move forward towards him again, wrapping your arms around his middle and your face pressing up against his chest. You can hear Wilbur's heartbeat, a pitter-patter against his ribcage.

"It was a long dream. James caught you and he told our friends and then they told me. Everyone else suspected it but didn't want to believe it until they had gotten proof. I didn't know until then. I went home and I told you that I knew and you-" You pause, voice wavering in fear. "You blew up on me. You told me you never loved me and told me all the things you hated about me." A single tear runs down your cheek, and you nuzzle further into him, your hands gripping the back of his shirt. "You said you never meant the promise we made. You didn't mean it."

After you finish, you stay silent, and so does he. His breathing becomes uneven and before you know it, he's crying too. You lift your head up to face him again, your hands rest on his cheeks and you wipe away the tears on his face with your thumbs.

"I would never, ever, do something like that." He mutters, his arms tightening their grip on you, pulling you closer.

You nod, "I know. But it was still scary."

He nods back, and then places a kiss on your forehead, "I'm sorry, Wil." You whisper, your arms leaving his back to wrap around his neck.

"It's not your fault, my love. We all have fucked up nightmares like that from time to time. I promise."

It's a simple promise, a promise that you're not alone and that he too has dealt with similar things. And despite the turmoil of the dream, you're glad you're awake and no longer in that hellish world.

You're home, and home is him.

Wilbur said he'd cure all of your ills, but he did and he always will.

Wilbur is yours and you are his. And you couldn't be happier.

#wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur #cc!wilbur #cc!wilbur x reader #angst #fluff #dsmp #dsmp wilbur

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lovethistoomuch · 2 months

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10 characters 10 fandoms

I was tagged by @birdkeeperklink thank you so much! I really had to think on these since, as per my url you can guess there are a lot. (sorry for the late reply. I got no excuse, really, except life continued to happen around me and deciding who to pick was really hard.)

in no particular order (though Loki is Number 1, I'm sorry everyone else), here we go:

1. Loki Odinson from MARVEL

I just love him so much I've written a 78K fix-it fantasy novel (not finished) to give him the happy ending he deserves. there is no other character I identify with harder than this one: a younger sibling full of rage, always feeling overshadowed by the older one, just wanting to prove their own worth and show the world that they are capable (i got over this a lot in recent years but my love for him still remains.)

Tom just plays him so perfectly and I am so heartbroken that the writers at MARVEL did not know what to do with him, so they killed him off (the Loki show doesn't count because that's not him okay.) he's always having a good time, he's snarky and clever and desperately needs a hug. how can you not love him?

2. Mr. Spock and Leonard (Bones) McCoy from Star Trek TOS

Yes, they are two people but I just couldn't choose between them!

The grumpy surgeon with a heart of gold an the emotionally suppressed but deeply loving vulcan live in my heart rent free ever since I was a child. Spock was my first crush ever and his complicated relationship with McCoy has always fascinated me. they are two incredibly complicated people and there isn't enough space here to describe why. writing them is just as much fun as watching them and I actually own the autographs of both Leonard and De.

3. James Wilson from House M.D.

he's a man of many contradictions: he is kind but also House's best friend, he loves people dearly but can also tell them to fuck off. he is confident and funny and he helps people without being a pushover. he loves all of his his wives but cheats at least once. he is a walking mystery which makes him a great friend for House and a nightmare to write. I just love him! also, that smile!

4. Castiel from Supernatural

Cas is the character, truly! he can go from nerdy to badass in the blink of an eye. a cosmic being that plays dress up just to make one human smile, who should be nothing but an ant to him. he fiercely protects the people he loves and always tries to do the right thing. the character that inserted himself into the story against the writer's will and changed the narrative for ever. when he came on the show, I hated his guts. and look at me now...

5. Zuko from Avatar the last Aribender

you simply cannot talk about redemption arcs without mentioning Zuko at some point. an exceptional character amongst a cast of exceptional characters. I once joked that 90% of his lines were just him screaming but that poor boy has so much rage inside him, and with all that trauma, can you really blame him? he is the epitome of character growth and a fascinating example of how the villain can become a hero without taking any shortcuts.

6. Stephen Maturin from the Aubrey-Maturin series

if you read the books, you'll know why. this fucking lunatic is so oblivious to his own eccentricities that you just have to love him. nobody does it quite like him to be honest. no, Stephen, people will not think you're eccentric because you practice sword fighting on deck, however they might think that because you let loose 1000 bees on the ship and run around naked. he has no sense for proper etiquette and i love him so much for it. also, he get's on a ship without being able to swim and performs open brain surgery on deck. he is incredibly skilled and the best damn doctor in the entire fleet. also, his dynamic with his best friend/captain is one of the best friendships I've ever seen/read.

7. Scrooge McDuck

this might be an unusual choice but i grew up reading comics and at one point in my life i figured out that all of my favourite stories were writen and drawn by the legendary Don Rosa, who in his book "the life and times of Scrooge McDuck" created one of the most fascinating and fun to watch characters i've ever seen. starting from humble beginnings and rising to the top through his percevierence, fearlessness and ingenuity, inevitably losing everything he loved and ending up alone, only to be found by his family again, his story is one of my absolute favourites in literature. i know that due the never ending nature of comic books, he can never truly get his happy ending but I really wished he could.

8. Keeley Jones from Ted Lasso

I don't think I've ever seen a woman like her in any media to be honest. she is so clearly feminine and embodies all the traits of a woman that would normally be depicted as bitchy, toxic and self obsessed but she is just none of those things. she is a girly woman who loves pink and cries and she is just so human and lovely and i love her so much for it! her friendship with Rebecca is also so amazing and feels very real and true to what friendships between woman are actually like. I just love her as a beacon of healthy femininity and can only hope that there will be more characters like her in the future!

9. Kim Kitsuragi from Disco Elysium

the voice, the looks, the everything! the moment I met him I knew I wanted him to be my best friend for ever! his deadpan delivery combined with his dorkyness and his shere competence had me on the floor on multiple occasions. I have not finished the game yet but I have never had a companion this incredible in any video game ever! I could listen to him read the phone book for hours. when he went "daba doop doop dead" I died. also him jumping in when I fail a check has to be the most badass thing ever. I love you, Kim. please be proud of me. (also, I know he probably has a darker side to him that I am not seeing right now because I am always choosing the nice options but hey, the best characters are the complicated ones.)

10. Cole Turner from Charmed

this show was so much better when he was in it! the half demon who crosses over to the good side without ever really changing his ways. he burns someone alive and laughs about it, drags a detective to hell and doesn't give a shit about civilians. even when he is completely human his solution to assholes is to punch them in the face. he loves power and controling others and looking good while doing it. I know him beind "good" was a whole thing on the show but to me the most fun about him was that he continued being evil but was now using his powers to help the good guys. show me another character that got redeemed into the hero team without losing his evil edge. Cole was just so much fun to watch but unfortunately his character got totally buthcered by bad writing.

No pressure of doing this but tagging:

@catzy88, @uponxhorhaus, @accrov

#tag game #favourite characters #wow this got long #whoops #long post #about me #i guess

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itsjaywalkers · 3 months

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hi!!!!! i just wanted to say that i love nothing happens so much and i wanted to ask what does barty think about james and regulus’ relationship in the fic? sorry if you’ve answered this already !

aw thank you so much nonnie!! i'm so happy if a bit overwhelmed about how much love u guys have been showing to this series, i really didn't think ppl were gonna enjoy the story so much but !!! it makes my heart feel very warm <3

and that's such a great question!! don't worry, i haven't answered it just yet

barty dislikes james as much as james dislikes him. he was intrigued, if a bit jealous, to meet james since regulus never stopped talking about him, but he was . not impressed . when reg finally made them hang out together. they antagonise each other quite a lot, and unlike james, who does his best to keep things civil for reg's sake, barty has no issues with being openly hostile or trying to get a rise out of james

regarding the jegulus relationship.. he thinks they're a bit too close to be strictly platonic at first, but since pandora evan and reg are also kinda codependent in their own way, he doesn't think much of it. besides, sirius never seems bothered, and he's aware that he can be very protective when it comes to his brother, so he assumes that maybe he's reading too much into it

after a while tho, he realises that reg has quite the big crush on james (i.e. he's pathetically in love with him) and it doesn't take him long to connect the dots and realise that despite what regulus seems to believe, it IS requited, and james is simply oblivious to his own feelings. but he hates james, and he doesn't think he deserves reg, so he never says anything, or tries to intervene and make it happen

when it's clear that regulus is actively trying to move on, barty sees his chance and takes it, bc he likes him A Lot, and considering how close they are and how well they understand each other, he thinks he could make reg forget all about james. and if he gets to torture james in the process well.. then that's a very nice bonus

so basically, barty doesn't like their relationship, but not because he cares about how unhealthy or toxic it is, but simply bc he wants reg for himself + firmly believes james is undeserving of him and more of an asshole than ppl think

#sorry this got so long omg #i need to start getting ready or im gonna end up being late for wORK #anyways #asks #anons #fic series: nothing happens

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diamondmeadow · 4 months

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ooh, I'm curious about Edinburgh Epic! 👀

So Edinburgh Epic is actually a strange thing, and I could talk about it forever. It is basically an idea that I used for one of my roleplays, which is now discontinued, but the whole premise is just too good to pass on, and I really hope I can turn it into a fic one day using my writing from it. The scary thing is, it can be nothing but a multichapter, possibly a very very long one at that, and I'm not very brave when it comes to longfic. It's sort of a band AU but not really at all. It takes place in Edinburgh, that's why Edinburgh Epic. Sirius trying to patch things up with the rest of the Marauders after he disappeared for five years after their graduation. He suddenly appears at their uni reunion and well, shit goes down. The reason for his disappearance silly as it can only get; he thinks Remus and James are in love (which isn't true, but it's still complicated). But of course, he's been pining for so long. And maybe Remus has been pining too, but god, they are oblivious. Sirius is not a very good person in this premise, but I love the idea of him as a very flawed being very much. It makes me want to write the fic all the more. There is a whole extensive lore for this that came around while the roleplay was going on, and much of it can't be used because the ideas are not all mine, but I'm hopeful I can rework it.

There are also a lot of graphics I made for the rp (fictional album covers), so posting some here for fun as well as a snippet I wrote for the rp.

If it's to any interest haha.

There he is. He is! This isn't a joke, but that's no surprise. Sirius could never doubt Remus after all; the other has never given him any reason to. Unlike Sirius, who's been giving them to everyone around him. His brows knit in an unconscious pained look, not because of his injuries, but because of the way Remus is looking at him. Sirius doesn't know what to do with himself. It is bright enough with all the city night lights, not like back in the quad with Reg, but Sirius now wishes it was the other way around. It's hard to look into the face of things he has done. Into Remus' face where it is all being reflected, the black eye that he's given him by an accident a burning testimony. Sirius wants to reach out, let his fingers apologise for him. Well, that privilege he lost years ago. And yes, Sirius has his reasons for everything, yes, he does, but no one is asking, no one is interested. Honestly, at this point he starts believing that's how that ought to be. He doesn't deserve forgiveness. He doesn't deserve a chance to explain. He doesn't deserve to be anywhere near Remus nor James nor Peter, nor anyone really. His eyes fall down to his own feet and watch his own steps as he follows Remus, wherever he os taking them. Just say something, anything. Whoever the thought is directed to. I'm sorry. Remus, Moony, Moons, I'm so terribly sorry. Looking up just enough to see the way Remus' pace looks strained and heavy, the way he is gripping at his cane, Sirius feels a pang of pain somewhere near his heart. Very real physical pain coupled with his lung feeling as if someone kept stomping on them. Remus, how are you? What can I do? Let me ... take ... Then Sirius hears him, sees the napkin at the edge of his vision. They stop. Sirius reaches out for the offered item, his fingers hesitating for a millisecond; does he have any right to accept the kindness? Remus, always thinking of others when the only person he should be thinking about is himself. Remus, who absolutely wouldn't accept others thinking about him the same way in spite of the fact he would give himself and his everything to anyone who asked. No, actually people don't even have to ask. Remus. At last, Sirius clutches the napkin in his hand, then in the other, finally neatly folding it, smoothing it on his palm, before pressing it under his nose. He inhales, closing his eyes, a familiar scent hitting his nostrils, but when he looks again, there's no trace of blood on the pristine fabric. It knows too. In itself or as a part of Remus even the napkin's rejecting him. "I... tried to clean up before. And now the blood's all dried up and won't really ... come off. That's okay." His voice comes off a little shaky as he rambles. Sirius is ashamed of how much the events of the night are affecting him. He is afraid Remus might come to pity him. But he's worthy of none of that genuine compassionate feeling the other is so capable of. Sirius quickly pushes the napkin into the pocket on his trousers instead before Remus can ask for it. At least... let me have this. Sirius looks up quickly. Is it okay? "How is your eye? Does it hurt very much?" No improvement shows in his voice. A car's passed them just as he speaks up again and his question is drowned in the sounds of the engine. He steps closer and repeats. "Does your eye hurt very much?"

#asks #wip game #diamondmeadow writes #edinburgh epic #wips #marauders #fanfiction #wolfstar #one day it shall happen

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starstruckwillows · 1 year

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swan boat for Marauders era!! or st idm! also, i am saying as much as i can remember ab myself (this is messy)

i'm a little awkward guy LMFAO, i'm usually in the background a lot 💔💔 i get nervous when all the attention is on me irl (online i love it icl) and i'm really oblivious (i thought all my trauma was normal).. i've got mommy AND daddy issues but i've got an okay relationship with both of them?? i listen to a plethora of genres LMAO, atm my favourites are metal an classical music (i heart kpop though, esp skz). i've watched all of those silly sigma male movies like american psycho and fight club, i loved both of them!! i like shows like the walking dead, the last of us , game of thrones, and house of the dragon as well. i've got about 108 books, and my american psycho era went so bad i even bought the book LMAO. i'm currently getting into classic books as well!! currently reading crime and punishment by fyodor dostoevsky. ALSO, one of my favourite things i wear daily are my glasses cos they've got square rims!! i watch anime, my favourites atm is attack on titan and devilman crybaby. i think i'm a faily monotone person? i don't think i can express excitement very well even if i wanted to 😭😭 i have horrible memory, i lose my phone easily but i find it pretty easily. i'm desentizised to a lot of things on the internet, say a lot of out of pocket stuff, and i've considered therapy a lot these past few weeks. i leave people on delivered (i respond to close friends dw), the longest so far is a year. at the moment my favourite movies are lord of the rings + the hobbit (all movies), american psycho, fight club, MIDSOMMAR!!!, batman 2022 and joker 2019. i bawl my eyes out when im angry, i'm a picky eater, i've got 0 game and the humour of a 13 year old boy, i am obsessed with hannibal (i havent even watched the show), ozzy osbourne, mads mikkelsen, pedro pascal, and tlou. This might seem really bitchy but favourite moments when im hanging out w friends is when we talk absolute shit LMFAO it's always so entertaining. I feel musicin my body and it's so good!! my favourite bands/artists are kittie, deftones, slipknot, black sabbath, metallica, the smiths, LADY GAGA, arctic monkeys, tyler the creator, lana del rey, RAMMSTEIN, korn, mortician, cannibal corpse, the smashing pumpkins, queen, DAVID BOWIE, mötley crüe, and megadeth!! i dont care what my family has to say about me LMAO, i aim to be more successful than them!!! (i probs will be tbh) my least favourite moments with my mum is when we argue and she just doesnt stop!! idc what shes saying its just the fact that she still has stuff to say but what shes doing is repeating the same stuff LMFAO, it's always a bit funny but its annoying cos she just doesnt stop. I'm a lesbian AND PROUD!!! been a lesbian for ages, but i'm so down bad for a lot of famous men and fictional characters. i've read fanfiction ab vecna, pennywise and barney. I used to play the violin, i played the piano a bit at school but i wanna play an electric guitar or drums!! also i'm like 5'1 LMFAO, in my defence i'm half filipino. the other half is australian (british). I lose motivation for things easily, my favourite videogame atm is minecraft, i lack empathy and its really awks when i have to comfort somebody LMAO MOST OF THE TIME I KIND OF STAND THERE AND GIVE THEM SPACE ☹️ my personality type is intp and i'm in slytherin if that means anything SORRY THIS IS SO LONG LMAO also i think im tweaking but thatsnake is really far down???

- 🐍

lesbians who love david bowie, the smiths, minecraft, and fictional men? we are one and the same :)

🦢

i ship you with james potter!!

awkward and background? not if he has anything to say about it. of course, if that's where you need to be sometimes for your own quiet space, he respects that, but he'll never let you be on the sidelines of something you want to be a part of. will listen to all of your music, to impress you, even if it's not his taste. despite popular opinion, james has no actual game, it's all a bluff. the two of you will dance around it for ages before actually going out. dates will be you introducing him to muggle tv and watching his brain implode. and you two are definitely (for some reason) having a war on who can scare the other more from jumping out at random alcoves. he isn't that jumpy though. james does not read, not even for you, but he'll like you to read to him even if he isn't listening to the words so much as your voice.

#jessie's 🍰&🌷#swan boat 🦢

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breanime · 2 years

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OKAY IM READY!! Also feel free to always ask me this stuff. I don’t post my own writing and I haven’t been gif making but either way I don’t get a lot of interaction and love talking to you and getting asks, so I’m always down for that

Anyway:

3. Best character you’ve written for (and a fic that has great characterization in it)

Okay I’m so biased but I love Logan and billy obviously, but your Diego Hargreaves got me into TUA so like that scores major points too so I’m kind of torn. Yellow Diamonds I feel like captures billy really well because it’s like that balance between him being like super hyper focused and strategic vs going feral whenever someone is taken from him. I felt like that’s probably my favorite characterization but honestly I can’t decide.

6. Something I vividly remember from reading your fics

Oh gosh there’s so many. There’s always like certain lines that stick out to me. Like in the Drabble you know I love with billy where one of them is late to an event? The line where it’s like ‘screw security. Frank figures him and Curtis should just be matchmakers instead’ or something like that? I don’t know why but I always distinctly remember that line. (Maybe because it’s the last line? Idk)

Then in your Diego fic ‘yesterday, tomorrow, and today’ the first thing I think about in that fic is the part where she moons him😂. Also can’t help but think about how I loved how she interacts with fives and klaus in that. Oh and the worry she had when she saw patch was back (I can literally hear the dialogue in my head)

Then in priorities which is a billy fic, I love how desperate billy was just to know that she’s okay and safe and how distraught he was at the thought of her leaving. Like he literally gets in a helicopter to find her because he’s so worried.

Then in the Logan fic (sorry theres so many great ones and I’m indecisive lmfao) ‘this is my idea’, I love how it shows the progression of their relationship and how it wasn’t always smooth sailing and Logan had to work to earn her trust back after fucking around. And like I like the sort of childhood enemies to friends to acquaintances to lovers vibe it gives off

And in oblivious with Sirius black, I really like that fic because it’s not a trope I’d really seen done and it was done so well and in a way that made sense and seemed plausible. Plus Sirius black being a dumbass is 10/10 something he would do. I always remember James and the rest of the gang totally being on the readers side and ragging on Sirius for being a dumbass.

Then in the getting back together with nick amaro headcanons, I remember how on edge I was for that because it’s so nerve wracking and Nick is yelling at Olivia (?) to drive faster and I remember being like it’s an actual tv show where you’re on edge and you don’t know if the writer is going to crush your heart or not.

8. What I love most about your writing

Is it stupid to say the inclusivity? Like high key your writing is AMAZING and everything but I love that you really leave the reader descriptions up to, well, the reader. And you write realistic relationships that have highs and lows so well so it feels way more real. It’s always passionate and loving but not in a way that feels out of reach if that makes sense?

12. A fic I’ve reread

Literally all of them?? Seriously I don’t think I’ve not reread a single one of your fics?? Legit I reread your masterlist all the time.

I probably reread your billy stuff the most. Yellow diamonds is the series I reread the most, probably followed by helpless. It really depends on what character I’m looking to reread for; like all the ones I’ve listed above I’ve reread a ton. Seriously your entire masterlist is GOLD!!

Anyway yeah feel free to ask more or whatever I love getting to talk about your work

Soon as my self esteem dips again, I'll be in your inbox asking you about your opinions on my fics. This is a warning!

Honestly, I can't even properly respond to this. It's been in my drafts for weeks now, and really, all I can say is thank you, thank you, thank you. This breakdown of your favorite fics of mine just makes me so happy!!! Thank you for reading and commenting and thank you for THIS because I screenshot it and I look at what you wrote and it just makes me feel all warm inside.

Thank you!!!

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startanewdream · 3 years

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(Not) A Summer Date

Written for @efkgirldetective's Summer of Jily. I couldn't resist writing about Carnivals (even if the ones I researched are nothing like the modern ones). Thanks for organizing this!

Please enjoy this silly sample of James and Lily spending a day together in what James swears it's not a date.

Read on AO3 or below:

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It’s not a date.

It’s not.

They are just two friends who got dumped by their friends and happen to be at the same place at the same time. A place and a time they agreed upon previously. Together.

It’s not a date.

At least, that’s what James tells himself over and over, though as time goes by he really can’t tell why it isn’t one.

He is alone with Lily, after all, the girl he has had a crush on since forever—it’s since Fourth Year, but he doesn’t remember ever fancying anyone before that—just the two of them enjoying each other’s company. It was not supposed to be like that. They had exchanged letters a lot that Summer and when Lily mentioned a Muggle carnival happening in a park in London, James had jumped at the opportunity of going there with her.

Not just him, of course, this was all for Sirius’ interest in Muggle culture, or so James had expressly written in the letter back to her. And if James’ friends would go, then it wasn’t a date; he loved his friends, but he didn’t bring them to a date.

Except Sirius cancelled at the last time, Peter had owled him saying he couldn’t come and Remus had said he was feeling under the weather, all in the last possible minute, so James couldn’t warn Lily in time to reschedule. He had gone to the park, feeling strangely awkward, and to his surprise, Lily had shown up alone too. He had expected her friends to be there with her—they had formed a nice group of friends in the last year—, but he supposed she was equally dumped by her friends.

James had guessed they would cancel, but instead of looking upset, Lily had just smiled at him, her cheeks coloured because of the warm sunny day—though it was already dusk—and had just asked him what he wanted to do first.

And that is how James finds himself on a date with Lily.

Except it isn’t a date.

He knows this is not one, no matter how much he wishes things were different. If it were a date, he would have grabbed her hand when they went to that roller coaster that he really doubted if it was safe (though he kept quiet and faced it bravely); or he would have pulled her closer when they left the spinning ride, holding her in his arms until the world stopped dizzying around them.

And most of all he’d not have enjoyed the view from the giant wheel if they were on a date. Instead, James would have gathered his courage to place his arm around Lily’s bare shoulder, with some excuse about keeping her warm—even though the summer night was warm enough—that Lily would accept because it would be a date. She’d bit her lip to avoid a smile at his clumsy excuse, her eyes shining with the shadow of her amusement, and James’ attention would be diverted to her lips; she’d open them in a quiet invitation, and when he’d look back at her eyes, her answer would be ready even before he’d make the question.

And then, finally, he’d approach her, lips brushing tenderly in a way he could feel her smile before…

Before nothing, because they are not on a date and James doesn’t want to mess up their friendship.

That’s what they are. Friends. Who are certainly not on a date.

After the giant wheel, he gives up on any ride. Those eight minutes were enough to make him crawl up the walls, his treacherous mind unable to drift away from the fact that he was alone with Lily in an enclosed cabin and James doesn’t think he can survive another emotion like that.

They stop for a quick dinner and Lily introduces him to popcorn and his favourite rainbow cotton candy.

‘This can’t be normal,’ he mumbles, watching as the vendor prepares him the cotton candy.

‘It’s magic,’ she teases him. She picks up the cotton candy and eats a mouthful with a challenging expression on her face, but James doesn’t concentrate on this. If he’d kiss her now, James knows he would taste all the sugar on her lips.

His mouth gets dry.

He eats the cotton candy in a quiet silence after that, careful to look at everywhere but to his side, where Lily stands carefully licking the candy out of her fingers.

This is not a date; this is pure torture.

After that, James supposes he should tell her it’s late and they should go home, but Lily grabs him by the hand—her fingers entwining with his as if this is the most normal thing ever, as if her hand isn’t so warm and soft, as if that touch doesn’t make him burn with longing for more —and pulls him to the game tents.

‘This is what I told you about,’ she says brightly, referring to her latest letter and her vivid descriptions of Muggle carnivals. ‘You are gonna love this.’

James isn’t sure he is capable of loving anything else that night, but he doesn’t say anything.

He tries to focus on the games; the first ones are lucky games, and James’ luck doesn’t favour him. Lily gets a cartoonish fawn plushie, which she gives him.

‘It reminds me of you,’ she says, amused with her own thoughts, and James smiles at the coincidence.

‘Well, I should get you something then.’

Her eyes widen, a curious expression there that James doesn’t understand. They are in the middle of a row with game tents, children running around them, a mess of sounds and lights, and somehow he feels they are the only ones in the world when Lily takes a step closer to him, her hand placing an invisible strand of her hair behind her ear.

‘And what will you get me, Potter?’

It’s been a while since Lily has called him by his surname, but it sounds nice; not exactly friendly, but… provocative.

And though the moment is completely different from when they were at the giant wheel, James feels again that urge to move forward, to cup her face, lower his head and…

Not a date.

He turns his head hurriedly, cricking his neck in the process, and his eyes fall on a giant plush lion.

‘A lion!’, he cries, making her jump. ‘I will get you a lion, come on.’

Lily raises her eyebrows, but he doesn’t wait for her answer. James doubts he can control his impulse if they stay this close longer, so he walks towards the game tent; as far as he can tell, it’s easy: all he needs to do is throw an orange ball through a hoop. The person in front of him in the line is bad at it for some reason, but James is a chaser and a good one. He can do this.

‘Oh-oh,’ Lily mumbles at his side. ‘You’re gonna lose money here, James.’

‘How come?’

‘This game is nearly impossible to win.’

James frowns. He looks around, but no other tent has the same plush lion and he already promised he would give one to Lily.

‘I got this,’ he says confidently. When Lily still looks nervous, he winks at her, which, for some reason, makes her look away, a flush coming to her cheeks even as she shakes her head.

James doesn’t get this. He swears he throws the ball perfectly, but the first one bounces in the hoop, the second one doesn’t even hit the hoop and the third one is thrown too much to the left.

He pays another coin.

‘One more time.’

Lily joins him for a few rounds; her throws aren’t much better than his, but they aren’t worse either, which somehow baffles James. He is a good chaser, he holds the current record of goals in a game. He should get this stupid Muggle game.

‘I think we are getting good at this,’ Lily tells him ironically by their eighth or ninth attempt when the latest ball twirls around the hoop before missing it.

‘I am a disaster ,’ James admits, when his last coin is spent fruitlessly. The ball refuses to pass through the hoop.

‘You are not,’ Lily assures him. She seems more amused by his reaction than upset he was a failure.

‘I couldn’t make a single goal. That’s it. I’m resigning as Quidditch Captain.’

‘Because of one rigged Muggle game?’ Lily shakes her head. ‘I told you, it’s not made for anyone to win. The hoop is not round, the ball bounces too easily.’

‘Why is this even allowed?’

‘For the fun of it,’ she tells him, and then she bits her lip in a way James has seen before; she is nervous, gathering courage for something. When their gazes meet, her expression relaxes; her eyes are shining under the lights of the carnival. ‘I had fun,’ she says softly.

‘Watching me make a fool of myself?’

‘Not this. Even if we didn’t win… you have this expression when you are concentrated in a game, all focused like when you are flying as if nothing could distract you and… it’s nice to watch.’

‘You enjoy watching me?’ he repeats, fazed, because now he has said it out loud, it feels like there is some meaning behind it that he can’t quite grasp, something too unfathomable until this moment.

‘Well, I wouldn’t have asked you out if I didn’t,’ she says, her voice sounding half as if this is obvious, half as if she is embarrassed by it. ‘Come on, you can spend my last coin trying to hit the darts there.’

She walks to the next tent without looking at him, her face still flushed, and James takes a while to follow her because his mind is still frozen.

Asked him out? Surely she doesn’t mean like that . Lily didn’t ask him out , she just mentioned a Carnival and told him it would be fun to go there and James had agreed… And Lily knows his friends should come and one does not bring friends to a date.

But Lily’s friends are not there yet.

‘Too bad Mary couldn’t come,’ he says slowly as he tries to aim the dart in his hand. It’s easy to pretend all his concentration is on that hit instead of waiting for her answer.

‘Oh, I didn’t call her,’ Lily says, her voice nonchalant, and James misses the dart completely. This time, he doesn’t complain.

James doubts he could form a sentence. His brain doesn’t seem to be working at all; nothing seems to be making sense, because if he could think thoroughly, then… then he would need to accept that Lily asked him out and then they are on a… No, that would be impossible, they are just friends who happen to have spent an afternoon all by themselves…

The lights of the park start to go out and they walk towards the exit; at least, when they reach the place they met—carefully out of Muggle’s prying eyes—Lily turns to watch him. She looks somewhat nervous as if she is expecting something .

‘I had fun today,’ she says at least when James stays silent. There is an underlying question in her voice that James knows how to answer.

‘I… me too.’

Lily looks relieved. ‘Good.’

‘Sorry for not getting you a gift—you can keep this fawn until—’

‘No, keep Bambi.’ She hesitates a little, her head lowering enough not to look him directly in the eyes. ‘You can get me a lion on the next date.’

‘I will—what?’

‘A lion. Or anything, really, I don’t know where I would—’

‘No, you said… a date.’

‘Yeah, well.’ She rolls her eyes as if it is nothing, though her cheeks are coloured.

‘This isn’t a date.’

‘Oh.’ Now Lily looks even more embarrassed, taking a step back. ‘I had thought… okay. Sorry.’

She looks away now, seemingly wishing to just disappear, but James knows whatever she is feeling is nothing like his current panic.

‘This couldn’t be a date. I would know if it were one.’ She turns back to him, a disbelieving expression on her face. James flushes. ‘I think.’

‘That’s okay, James, really. I just… don’t think of today as a date if you—’

‘Tomorrow,’ he interrupts her hurriedly. ‘Let’s come back here tomorrow. No, wait. Evans.’ He takes a deep breath, his heart beating too fast on his chest. He needs to do this right. ‘Would you like to go out with me tomorrow?’

He knows her answer even before she says anything just by the light on her eyes.

‘I’d love to, James.’

‘Then it’s a date.’

Lily beams, a bold expression coming to her face; it was the same she had before facing all the rides of the park, and she takes a step closer to him, rising on her tiptoes and placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

It feels better than that whooping sensation he got on the roller coaster.

‘See you tomorrow,’ she whispers, and then she disappears on the spot.

James raises his hand to touch where she kissed. Tomorrow will be their second date. He can’t wait for it.

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“Dear Sirius,

Your best friend is under the impression I invited you over too. I didn’t; I can show you a Muggle Carnival some other time.

Please make up a good excuse to not crash our date tomorrow.

Hope you are enjoying this summer.

Lots of love,

Lily.”

#Summer of Jily #Jily #Jily Fanfiction #Summer dates are the best #A little bit of Starflower at the end just to make it clear #Oblivious James owns my heart sorry #Next time I will write an attentive James

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metallicamunson · 2 years

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Begin Again (James Potter x Reader)

This became a lot longer than I thought it would be 🥲 Anyways…let me know what you guys think, this is my first time writing for James, eek.

Word Count: 3,128

Warnings: Fluff (so much fluff), Angst, Kissing, Post sex (Characters are of age), Mention of previous toxic relationships

Summary: One where James shows reader what a healthy relationship looks like. (Inspired by Taylor Swift’s song)

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Took a deep breath in the mirror

He didn’t like it when I wore high heels, but I do

When (Y/n) went on her first date with James Potter: she found herself trying on various outfits. The floor of her dorm litters multiple dresses and shoes, none seeming to appease the girl. It isn’t until the clock on her wall reaches seven that she settles for a black satin dress with matching heels.

Scurrying over to her vanity, she takes the pins holding the rollers on her head off, tongue poking out in concentration. Thank merlin, she did her hair and makeup first.

She sprays her perfume on her collarbone before straightening up and smoothing out her dress.

(Y/n) takes one last look in the mirror and sighs, still not completely sold on her outfit.

She makes her way down to the common room, her heart accelerating with every step that she takes. Her thoughts consume her, wondering what he would think of how she chose to present herself for their date.

James paces back and forth, popping his fingers, a soothing mechanism of his that he does when he’s nervous. He stops when he hears the sound of her shoes hitting the wooden floor of the room. James looks up, breathe hitching at her appearance.

“Hey,” she smiles, her eyes meeting his in a longing stare.

“Hey, you look absolutely breathtaking,” he breathes out, taking a few steps towards her.

“Oh?” She inquires, eyebrows raising in surprise. She was used to being told her style wasn’t up to standard. “I-I mean- thank you,” she whispers shyly.

And while the bespeckled boy takes note of this, he opts not to mention it. He offers her his hand, a smile etching on his face. (Y/n) laces her hand with his, she grins at the warm feeling it brought to her.

Turn the lock and put my headphones on

He always said he didn’t get this song,

But I do, I do

After their first date, the pair find themselves hanging out a lot more. So much so that the other marauders took her in as one of their own.

“He’s fucking whipped,” Sirius remarks, one afternoon watching in amusement as James admires the girl go on about her favorite songs. “Reckon he knows?”

“Wouldn’t put it past James to be oblivious,” Remus hums, reading through his potion notes.

Meanwhile, (Y/n) slowly becomes self-conscious when she notices she has been talking none stop. He always hated when she rambled. She wondered if James felt the same way.

“Sorry, I get carried away sometimes,” she murmurs, staring down at the floor. “Must be annoying; I haven't let you have a word in.”

James frowns, placing his hand on top of hers, squeezing it in reassurance. “You silly girl, I adore the way you talk about the things you’re passionate about. Not to mention I am in desperate need of new music recommendations,” he laughs, leaning his head against hers.

She meets his eyes, and she can sense the sincerity that they hold. Her right-hand cups his face, leaning in enough for her lips to hover over his. Although, neither makes a move to go further than they already have.

“For fucks sake, Prongs, kiss her already!” Sirius exclaims from across the room, having been watching the event unfold before him.

“Sirius!” Remus scolds, tucking his parchment under his arm. He takes ahold of Sirius’ wrist dragging him towards the boy's dormitories. “Sorry, you two, carry on,” Remus chuckles.

(Y/n) giggles when she hears Remus scold Sirius about keeping things to himself. She turns to face James once more, taking in his blushing cheeks.

“Padfoot ruined the moment, didn’t he?” James groans.

“Mmm, not really,” she grins, arms winding around his neck to bring him closer. She presses her lips against his, eyes fluttering shut.

James hums in approval, his hand resting on her waist, as he moves his lips against hers. They only pull away when they run out of air, resting their foreheads against one another.

“Thank you, James.”

And while James wants to ask questions, he knows she wasn’t quite ready. So he only nods, pressing a chaste kiss on the corner of her lips.

I walked in expecting you’d be late

But you got here early and you stand and wave, I walk to you

You pull my chair out and help me in

And you don’t know how nice that is, but I do

James waits outside the Three Broomsticks, kicking the snow under his feet. He can’t help the permanent smile plastered on his face; this would be their first date as an official couple.

His eyes light up when he recognizes his girl approaching him. When she is close enough, he pulls her into a tight embrace, burying his face into her neck. “I missed you, my love.”

“Jamesie, we saw each other this morning,” she giggles, running her hands through his hair.

“Mmm, felt like forever to me,” he teases, coming back to his full height, staring down at her.

She bites her lip before standing on her tippy toes to peck his lips.

“Let’s go inside; you must be freezing.”

(Y/n) goes to open the door, only for James to beat her to it. He holds the door for her, following soon after. Once they find a table, he helps her with her coat, placing it neatly on her chair. Only when she is seated does he take a seat across her.

She stares in admiration; she never had someone care about her well-being as he does. It was the small details that he does that made her fall for him.

“Thank you. You know for holding the door and everything.”

James nods slowly, with a small smile. He finds it strange how she thanks him for things that are common courtesy. He sends her a questioning look, only for her to deflect him and stare down at her menu.

Be patient, James, he thought. She’ll talk to you when she is ready.

And you throw your head back laughing like a little kid

I think it’s strange that you think I’m funny ‘cause he never did

James clutches onto his stomach, his laughter filling her dormitory. His eyes crinkle in a way that has (Y/n) feeling giddy inside.

“Merlin, if you keep making me laugh like that, I’m going to get a stomach ache,” he grins, rolling over on his back on her bed.

“You think I’m funny?” She inquires, eyes full of hope.

“Of course you are, my love,” he chuckles, pulling her on top of him; so she’s straddling him.

“He always thought I was dull,” she states calmly, almost as if it was normal. “Said I was better of not saying a word.”

James’s smile fades, lips pursed. His arms tightened around her waist, pulling her closer to his chest. “Yeah, well, he’s a prick with no sense of humor. You’re perfect in every way, don’t ever let anyone make you feel the way he did.”

“Thank you, Jamesie.”

“No need to thank me, love. Everything I’ve said is true. Now finish your story.”

(Y/n) beams, proceeding with her storytelling, while in the warm embrace of her, James.

I’ve been spending the last eight months

Thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end

But on a Wednesday in a cafe

I watched it begin again

“You’re blowing this into something bigger than it needs to be!” James rolls his eyes.

“You ignored me the entire night! Godric forbid you to pay an ounce of attention to your girlfriend!”

“For fucks sake, (Y/n); it was my party, of course, I’m going to spend time with my guests.” He crosses his arms, facing away from her.

“That’s not what I’m saying, and you know it. Even Moony felt sorry for me; do you know how humiliating it is to have others notice you ignoring me!”

A scowl forms on his face, not saying a word.

“Why would you invite me to stay at your house over the summer if you’re just going to be annoyed by my presence.”

“Yeah, clearly, that was my first mistake,” he scoffs, now facing her. Regret consumes him the second the words leave his mouth. His heart breaks when he sees the hurt in her eyes.

“My love-”

“I think it’s best I leave,” she chokes out, sprinting towards the door before James can stop her.

She rushes into the guest room, using her wand to pack her bags. She fights the tears threatening to spill out, though her blurred vision doesn’t help her case.

James knocks on the locked door, desperate to talk to her. He probably sounds like a mad man, probably waking up the rest of the estate. Although he doesn’t care, he needs her to know what an absolute idiot he has been.

“Please, my love, I’m sorry!”

A choked sob leaves her chest, the sound of his voice completely breaking her.

“What the hell is going on?” a concerned Sirius hissed from the other side of the door. She can hear their frantic voices as she continues to sob. “You’re a fucking git, James; you better be begging for her forgiveness.”

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“Alohomora,” after a few minutes, she whispers the spell to let him into the room. He leans against the wall, not wanting to invade her space.

“I’m sorry for being dramatic,” (Y/n) sniffles, puffy eyes meeting his.

“Merlin, no,” James’ eyes widen, hesitantly walking towards her. “I should not have treated you the way that I did. I am so sorry, my love.” he reaches out for her, waiting for her consent to let him touch her.

She nods, falling into his embrace, her hands coming up to grip his shirt. He shakes his head, disappointed in himself for making the girl he loves feel the way her ex did. He rests his chin on her head, a few tears falling down his face.

“I promise I won’t ever make you feel this way again. I hate that I’m the reason your hurting, fucking hell,” he murmurs into her hair. “I am so sorry, please forgive me.”

The difference between her ex and James is that James apologized. He apologized, and he meant every word. She heard it in his tone in the way he holds her. Almost as if he was sacred, if he let go, she would leave him forever.

“I forgive you, Jamie,” she whispers, nuzzling her nose into his chest.

She can feel his body relax, though his position stays the same.

“I don’t deserve you,” he sighs, “I will never take you for granted, my love.”

“I love you.” she breathes out.

“I love you too.”

“Babe?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

James was left bewildered. Why the hell was she thanking him.

“For apologizing.” She says nervously.

“It’s the least I could do, don’t ever thank me for apologizing for my mistakes.”

You said you never met one girl who had

As many James Taylor records as you

But I do

We tell stories and you don't know why

I'm coming off a little shy

But I do

James presses one last kiss on her jugular before rolling off her to lay beside her. He pulls the sheets up enough to cover their sweaty bodies. Still, out of breath, from their intimate session, they lay in silence.

She plays with the rings on his fingers, her head resting on his chest.

“How long do we have until the boys come back?” She pouts, wanting nothing more than to stay this way for a while longer.

“I might have bribed them to let us have the room for the night.” He presses a kiss to the crown of her head. “Said they’d sleep in the common room.”

“How’d you get Sirius Black to sleep anywhere but his bed?” She chuckles, shifting her body to get in a more comfortable position.

“He owes me- do you know how many times I had to sleep on the common room floor for his rendezvous.”

She shakes her head in amusement, letting out a content sigh. She never knew what pillow talk was before James. She was used to being left to care for herself while her ex-partner rolled over and slept.

So one can imagine her surprise when James insisted he help her clean up after the first time they had sex. The small details are what made her fall more in love with him with each day that passes.

“Wait! Is that why I nearly tripped over your body that one time,” she giggles, recalling the time she nearly face-planted to the ground.

“Yes, do you know how embarrassing it was- I had the biggest crush on you, and I nearly sent you to Madame Pomfrey.” He groans, “I thought you would hate me; I was so relieved when you started laughing.”

“I was on the verge of yelling at you, but then I saw your face and how mortified you looked,” she grins, turning to face him. “I’m grateful it happened. Who knows how long it would have taken you to talk to me if it hadn’t.”

“Fair point, though I will never admit to Sirius that he played a role in us getting together.”

“Yeah, we’ll repay him by him the godfather to our first child,” she mummers, freezing in place when she realizes what she said. “I mean-”

“Yeah? We have to give the second one to Moony; so he doesn’t feel left out.” His eyes meet hers, a blush now coating his cheeks. “Don’t worry- I think about it too,” he whispers.

“You do?” She gapes.

“Mmhm, I think about our future constantly. I can’t imagine one where you’re not in it.” He rubs circles on her hip, a new mechanism of his he does when he’s nervous.

“I love you, James Potter,” she cranes her neck so that her lips meet his. “Thank you...for loving me.”

And we walked down the block, to my car

And I almost brought him up

But you start to talk about the movies

That your family watches every single Christmas

And I want to talk about that

And for the first time

What's past is past

“Love, you have to stop worrying. I’m sure everything will turn out okay.”

“Jamie, this is the first Christmas we’re hosting in our new home. I need to leave a good impression on your family.”

“Mum and dad love you, babe.” He steals a cookie from the plate she is setting up. He giggles when she shoots him a disbelieving glare.

“Yes, but this is the first time I’m meeting your aunts, uncles, and cousins,” she points out, taking the plate and placing it on the snack table.

“And they will love you just as much, my love.” He reassures her with a quick peck on her cheek and a light squeeze on her hip.

And love her, they did. James’ family was more than welcoming to the woman who made James so happy. She spent the night laughing and getting to know the rest of the Potter family.

She was overwhelmed with the amount of love she had never experienced before. So much so that she excused herself for a moment to take a breather in their backyard.

It wasn’t long before James joined her, having noted her absence. He stands behind her, placing her knitted scarf over her shoulders.

“Thank you. Jamesie.”

“Of course, darling, we don’t need you catching a cold.”

“No, I mean for showing me what real love is.”

His eyes soften, understanding what she implied. She had spoken to him about her past relationship and how alone she felt.

“You always deserved the best. On the contrary, I should be the one thanking you.” He stands beside her, nudging her shoulder playfully.

“Hmm?” (Y/n) looks up at him with a quizzical expression.

Before he can get a word out, the door slides open, and out comes running little Amelia. James’ eight-year-old cousin.

“Auntie Euphemia said to come inside. We’re watching a Christmas film!” She exclaims, bouncing on her feet. She rushes to (Y/n)’s side, taking her hand, “Come (Y/n), I want you to sit next to me.”

(Y/n) nods, following the girl inside. She takes a look over her shoulder, where James follows with a warm smile on his face.

He was her new beginning, the man who mended her broken heart.

But on a Wednesday in a cafe

I watched it begin again

“What are you thinking about Mrs.Potter,” he whispers into her ear.

He guides her against the dance floor, his grip on her waist tightening slightly. Her arms are wrapped around his neck as they sway to the melody of the song.

“I can’t believe I’m your wife. I longed for a love like this.”

“Me too, my love. 17-year-old James Potter would not believe this is real.” He spins her, the white fabric she’s wearing twirling with her.

When she comes face to face with him once more, her hands rest on his chest. His hands find home around her waist again, grinning down at her.

They finish their first dance as husband and wife, their guests erupting into cheer.

In the corner of her eye, she can see Sirius and Remus with shit-eating grins. They always knew (Y/n) and James would be endgame. She sends them a smile, followed by a smirk when Sirius brushes his hand against Remus’.

“They’re totally into each other,” she remarks, her arm linked with her husband’s.

“Definitely, I wonder who will make the first move.”

They walk to their table, taking a short break.

She takes this as her opportunity to share the little secret she has been withholding for a few days.

“On the bright side, if they do decide to get together, they both can be the Godfathers to our little one.”

“Our little one?” He inquires, eyes widening. “My love, are you-.”

“Yes, James, I’m pregnant.” She beams.

James felt like his heart could explode from happiness. He shoots up from his chair, taking his bride with him, picking her up twirling her around.

“Holy shit, (Y/n), we’re having a baby!” He laughs, peppering her face with kisses.

“Jamesie! My makeup.” She whines.

Her brows furrow when he goes silent, eyes full of promise.

“Thank you, (Y/n/n). For everything, for making me the happiest man on earth.”

“Hey, you stole my line!” She teases. “I love you, Jamie.”

“I love you, too. And our little one.”

But on a Wednesday in a cafe

I watched it begin again

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honeysuckleharrington · 2 years

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by the lakeside ⭑ sirius black x reader

a/n: hi loves!! this wasn’t requested, just something i wanted to write to get my creative juices flowing! def my favorite thing i’ve written so far! as always hc and one-shot requests are open- just send me an ask!!

synopsis: your best friend, sirius, accidentally confesses his feelings for you one beautiful day by the great lake.

warnings: none that i know of! just a bunch of toothachingly-sweet fluff!

like many things in your life, sirius black (for lack of better words) hit you like a brick wall. from receiving your hogwarts letter, to trying the earwax flavored bertie’s every flavor beans, life in the magic world never failed to deliver an abundance of surprises. he, however, was by far your favorite.

sirius black walked into your life the moment you boarded the hogwarts express. he was just a small boy with dark, messy hair who accidentally bumped into you while being chased by one of his ever-mischievous friends. cliché, maybe, but sometimes you like to believe it was love at first sight- even if you were only 11 years old.

quickly becoming friends over the years, your fondness of the boy only grew stronger, your heart aching every time he’d flash a smile at any girl who wasn’t you. you could open your own library with the amount of journals you had filled writing about him.

“just. tell. him. how. you. feel.” your best friend, lily evans, said, swatting you with a spare rolled up piece of parchment in between each word. what was supposed to be a productive morning doing homework in the library had quickly turned into another conversation about your feelings for sirius. “y/n, i swear on merlin’s beard that he’s in love you,”

”he is not!” you sighed, closing your book and standing up a little too loudly, earning a scornful look from madam pince. “sorry!” you whispered, nodding your head towards the door, hinting for lily to follow you out.

”well if you don’t tell him soon, i’ll do it for you!” she said as you two headed outside for some fresh air, “i can’t take it anymore, y/n, i’m going insane!” she held her hand to her forehead, pretending to feel faint. you rolled your eyes and laughed.

the two of you walked down to the great lake, dropping your bags down by a tree and plopping down against the bark. it was a fairly quiet day on the hogwarts’ grounds, most students had gone to hogsmede for the day but you preferred to spend your weekends relaxing. these days were your favorite to spend outside. when the sun was bright in the sky but the air carried just enough breeze to make you comfortable in a light sweatshirt. it was mostly quiet except for the sound of birds flying over head, singing to one another. the sunlight glinted off of the water so perfectly that you wished you could capture it in a jar to keep beside your bed.

you finally succeeded in changing the subject away from sirius to your friends, remus and tonks, who were obliviously pining over one another and whether or not the slytherin quidditch team had deserved to win that week. suddenly, two familiar voices interrupted your conversation. you turned to see sirius and james sprinting down the hill, laughing and shoving each other. they reached yours and lily’s tree, sirius collapsing to the ground in a fit of laughter while james grabbed lily from behind, kissing her on the cheek.

“so much for our quiet weekend,” you giggled, nudging sirius in the side with your foot. he looked at you and smiled, shoving your shoe away from him.

“you will never believe who just tried to give sirius a love potion!” james said, still laughing and trying to catch his breath.

”addison greenglass?” you asked, still watching sirius who was laying in the grass, trying (and failing) to untangle his hair.

“wh— yeah! how the hell did you know?” he looked at you, confused.

“sirius, you idiot- she’s only been in love with you since she got here, everyone knows it,” you said, a pang of jealously hidden in your voice. addie was in the year below you and your friends, she was blonde, funny, and sweet. she was always put together and had all the boys in her year drooling over her. you were surprised sirius didn’t jump at the opportunity.

”well, yeah, who isn’t?” he winked at you, sitting up and brushing dirt off his t-shirt. he reached for your bag, stealing your water bottle and taking a drink.

james stood up and took lily’s hand, helping her up and kissing her sweetly. “if you’ll excuse us, there’s two mugs of butterbeer waiting for us at the three broomsticks,”

you pretended to gag, earning a laugh from sirius. “see you at dinner then!” you yelled, the couple already half way up the hill, hand in hand.

sirius sat down next to you, throwing his arm around your shoulder. you were close enough to smell his cologne, a smell you weren’t a stranger to by any means but one that made your face flush.

you leaned against his shoulder, watching the water in front of you gently ebb and flow. “there’s two mugs of butterbeer waiting for us…” sirius mocked, “i bet you james doesn’t even like butterbeer, y/n! i think lily put on a curse on that man, he’s whipped,”

”don’t be mean!” you swatted his arm, “they’re just in looove!” this time it was you who mocked your friends. sirius laughed. “why don’t you just go out with her?” you asked, surprising yourself with the words that came out of your mouth.

“hm?”

”addie— she’s pretty and smart and—”

”and clinically insane,”

”hey, i’m serious!”

”so am i! who tries to give someone a love potion without consent?”

”fair enough,” you mumbled, “but besides that, why not? aren’t you always saying how you’re sick of third wheeling with lily and james? might as well give it a go, right? she’s got everything!”

”but she’s not you,”

”what?” you snapped your head around to look at him. he was already looking at you.

”sorry, i—” sirius black never got flustered, who was this sitting next to you? “i didn’t mean—”

”you didn’t mean it?” your face dropped.

“no! no, i did mean it!” he ran his fingers through his hair, “i just— i didn’t want you to find out this way,”

you smiled and started to laugh.

“hey! i just opened my heart up to you, you’re not allowed to laugh at me!” he said, playfully pushing you away from him but you grabbed his arm, pulling him back towards you and kissing him on the lips. he kissed back, wrapping his arms around your waist while you cupped your hands around his face. you felt him smile.

“so maybe i should’ve just thanked addie instead of passing the potion on to peter…”

”you did not!”

”it would’ve been a shame for all her hard work to go to waste!”

”sirius!” maybe what he had done was a little cruel, but you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face.

he just laughed and pulled you closer to him, falling to the ground and pretending to wrestle with you, eventually finding himself hovering over you, your giggles echoing across the lake.

“hi,” you said, tucking a loose strand of his hair behind his ear.

“hi, love,” he replied, leaning down to kiss you again.

#sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius x reader #hp x reader #allie writes #harry potter #harry potter imagines #lily evans #james potter

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slut-4-rafe · 3 years

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Hi! I had a fix idea. So a switch!reader and she is in a relationship with the marauders(without Peter) and the boys find out. And like Remus is trying to convince Sirius to try it since he is a switch too(James is a sub and Remus is a dom) and like maybe the reader is feeling bad about messing up the dynamics and tells Remus to forget about it but her feeling bad eventually causes Sirius to give in and then ✨smut✨ You can obviously ignore this. Just thought I would share my thought❤️❤️

"Absolutely not!"

Sub! James x Dom! Remus x Switch! Sirius x Switch! Fem! Reader.

Summary: You want to try and be a dom for once, though Sirius isn't willing to look at you as anything but a sub. Remus and James on the other hand, want you to take charge.

Warning: Smut!, degration kink, praise kink, fingering (male receiving), daddy kink, mommy kink, oral (male receiving), slapping, probably more but this is just filthy.

Note: I hope this was okay. I don't feel like this was exactly what you were asking for, but I needed to add some drama lol.

Word count: 2,295

You had been feeling off about sex recently. It wasn't the fact that Remus was a dom. Or that James was a sub. Or that Sirius was both. What it was, was that you were a sub, or so they thought.

Yes, you loved being their 'good girl' and making them feel good, but sometimes you wished you could take the role of being in charge. Being the one to praise them for being good. Though you thought none of your boyfriends noticed your odd behaviors during your time in the bedroom, you were very wrong.

You were sat on one of the scarlet couches in the Gryffindor common room, watching as the orange flames danced in the pit. Your peaceful headspace was soon to be interrupted.

"Everyone out!" a voice yelled, startling you.

As people started to stand to leave the common room, a certain red head, also known as Lily Evans, took a stand. "No Potter. This is your common room. You can't just order people around!"

"Actually, Evans, I can. I'm head boy." the bespectacled boy said. Before Lily could argue anymore, you watched as Remus gave her a small pleading smile. Her gaze flickered to you and soon she softened.

"Alright then." she said before walking out of the portrait hole.

You knew what this was about. You knew why they wanted to talk privately, especially somewhere that wasn't the boys' bedroom.

You'd been avoiding them.

Sex was a common thing in your relationship, not that you were complaining at all. But to avoid the sex and the uncomfortable sub position you were constantly put in, you avoided them all together.

You kept your gaze on the flames before you, barely noticing each of the boys had taken seats on the couch beside you. Though you felt their stares lingering on your curled up frame, you ignored them the best you could.

"Pup." Remus said softly. "Can you tell me what's wrong?"

"Us." Sirius corrected.

You heard Remus let out a sight before correcting himself. "Can you tell us, what's going on?"

You didn't speak.

Your heart was beating rapidly and you got the sudden urge to vomit. And when the blush took over your cheeks, you hid your head in your hands.

You were embarrassed.

Embarrassed to explain that you wanted to not only be a sub, but also be a dom. And it wasn't James or Remus you had to worry about, it was Sirius. The raven haired boy liked how things were in the bed, he didn't want a change, and of course you knew that.

"Hey. We asked you a question." Sirius said.

"You not....breaking up with us, are you?" you heard James whisper. Hearing is sad voice broke your heart, and in an instant you revealed your blushed cheeks to the boys and raced to say your next words.

"No!"

James' frown turned into a lopsided grin at your answer. And suddenly you heard a set of chuckles. Turning your gaze to your other two boyfriends, you found both of them smirking.

"What?"

"Your embarrassed." Sirius said.

"Am not!"

"We like seeing you all flustered puppy." Remus smiled.

"Wanna take this to the room?" Sirius' smirk widened, and instantly your shoulders fell.

"No she doesn't." Remus said. "Pup? What happened? Are you feeling okay? Is something bothering you?"

You just gave your head a simple shake from side to side.

"I think I have a guess." you heard the raven haired boy say, and without even looking at him, you knew he had a shit eating grin plastered on his face. "I think our puppy broke a rule."

At those words your head snapped up. "No I didn't!"

"See. From the way your acting I'd say you did." he went on.

"No!"

"Are you back talking?" he smirked as your shoulders dropped yet again. "See. You just broke a rule. Back talking to your daddies."

And here you were, yet again, being put back in the sub position. You ignored the arousal pooling in your panties, as you rolled your eyes with a shake of your head and turned your stony gaze back to the fire. Yes. You were horny. You had been avoiding sex for about two weeks and still, the sub side of you wanted to follow their rules so you stuck to them. One of them just happened to be 'no getting yourself off,' so you didn't.

"I think you need to be punished pup." Sirius said in a sing song voice.

Remus noticed you seemed off. He sent Sirius a stern look, making the boy sink down into the couch. The sandy haired boy stood up and made his way to where he was kneeling in front of you.

"Poppet?" you turned you eyes to meet his brown ones. "What's the matter?"

Your mind swarm with thought and ways to put together your explanation. "I just..." you trailed off, trying to find the perfect words.

"You just what pup?"

"I-" you took a deep breathe and squeezed your eyes shut and allowed the words to come out in a quick, jumbled mess. "I just don't like being a sub all the time! I want to take charge once in a while. I'm a switch! Just like Siri and I-"

"Woah, woah, woah!" Remus cut you off. "Say it again. Slower this time."

You huffed and opened your eyes to meet his yet again. "I don't want to be a sub all the time. Sometimes I want to take charge like you and Siri do. I like being a sub sometimes, but not always. I love being your good girl, but sometimes I just want you to be my good boys."

A silence took over the four of you. The blush that was once on your face turned a deeper shade of red.

"Alright-"

"Absolutely not!" Sirius cut Remus' words off. "No way!"

"Daddy-" Sirius cut off James this time.

"No! I don't care what you two say, I'm saying no!"

Your shoulders slumped. You were put into this uncomfortable position. You wished you could take everything back. You wished you'd never said anything in the first place. You were drowning in your own thought. Your brain muffling the sound of the arguing boys next to you.

"We can't just do what we want Sirius!"

"There can't be three doms and one sub! I mean, James is already sensitive enough. Imagine of we have three people going at him!"

"Hey!" James whined.

"Oh shush. You know it's true."

"Stop. Both of you." Remus said sternly. "Sirius, if there can't be three doms, then you be a sub."

"No fucking way!"

"Why not?!"

"Because I'm a dom!"

"Actually," James said. "Your both Siri. Why can't she be both? That way there would be..."

"Technically, three subs and three doms." Remus concluded.

"No. She's a sub. I don't care what she wants. She will obey you and I. We are her daddies. What does she want? To be called mommy?" he laughs. "That sound fucking stupid."

"Sirius! Stop being a brat-"

"It's fine." you interrupted them. "I shouldn't have tried to change it. Just...pretend I didn't say anything."

You got up and made your way up to the boys' dorm, to which you shared, having not been to your dorm since fifth year. You plopped yourself on the fifth bed, also known as the extra bed, in the room. You grumbled into your pillow, completely oblivious to the arguing going on down below.

"Look what you did Sirius!" James exclaimed. The boys head snapped to James a scowl etched on his lips.

"I didn't do anything."

"Yes. You. Did." Remus seethed. The lycanthrope stepped towards the black haired boy, making him gulp nervously. Remus planted a slap to the boys' cheek. "What did I say about being a brat? Huh?"

"It makes me a bad boy." he said quietly.

"Yes it does. Why can't you just be a good boy like James?"

"I am a good boy!" Sirius whined, he sub side finally showing.

"No. Your not. You hurt puppies feelings."

Realization dawned on the boy and he immediately ran up to the dorm, followed by James and Remus.

"I'm sorry!" Sirius cried once he barged into the room. "I was a bad boy. Hurt mommy's feelings."

You froze and turned to the boys, finding James' hazel eyes blown wide, Sirius practically crying, and Remus standing against the door, a smirk wide on his face.

"What? I-I thought..."

"I'm so sorry mommy. Wanna be a good boy. Wanna make mommy happy."

"I..."

"I think little Sirius needs to be punished. What do you think James?" Remus asked.

"Yes daddy. I think mommy needs to punish Siri." he answered.

"W-what? I-..."

"What do I do to you or James when your bad?" Remus asked as he takes long strides to sit next to you on the bed. "Sirius, come here." The boy sheepishly makes his way over to the two of you until he's standing directly in front of you. "Talk to him. Tell him he's bad. Tell him why he's bad." Remus whispered in your ear. "Take charge doll."

This is what you were waiting for. To take charge.

"You were being mean Si." you said. "Hurt my-"

"Who are you?" Remus asked. "Have to address who you are."

"Hurt mommy's feelings."

"I know! I'm so sorry mommy!" he cried.

You contemplated what to do next. "Punish him." Remus whispered.

You stood up so you were face to face with the boy in front of you. You teasingly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled the item off his shoulders before unbuckling his belt and pulling down his trousers and boxers. You looked over the boy, watching as his hard on sat up straight, leaking precum. "Lay down."

"Yes mommy." he crawled up into the bed. Laying so he was on his stomach, his hands were intertwined on his back and he got a perfect view of the bed right in front of him. You seated yourself so you were sitting at his side. Before touching him though, you addressed the other two boys.

"Hey Jamesie?"

The boy perked up at the call of his name a lopsided smile taking over his features. "Yes mommy?"

"Want to help daddy out? Want to suck his cock while I punish Siri?"

James nodded his head rapidly before hurriedly making his way over to the bed that just so happened to be right in front of Sirius. "Yes mommy. Want to be a good boy."

"Good job bubba."

Remus was quick to discard himself, and James, of their clothes. "Good boy." he cooed as James started working on his cock.

"Alright. What should I do, huh?" you asked the boy.

"Punish me mommy. Wanna be your good boy." he whimpered. You thought for a moment. Thinking of all the punishments you received. You smirked when you got an idea.

"Ass up." you instructed, watching how he instantly rested himself on his hands and knees. You took one hand down to his cock. Hearing him moan just at the touch made your legs squeeze together. "Don't take your eyes off them. And you better not cum. Got it?"

"Yes mommy."

"Good." you smirked.

Your hand slowly went up and down on his cock, feeling all the veins and how it twitched when she squeezed. She took her pointer finger and placed it in her mouth, wetting it. Once it was slick, she took it down so she was tracing his hole, earning moans from him. You pussy clenched around nothing and the arousal sitting in your underwear grew uncomfortable as you listened to James' gags and Sirius and Remus' moans.

You slowly aloud your finger to push in, going slow, because while this was punishment, you didn't want to injure or hurt him in any way. You listened to him moan loudly and his back arch.

"Are you okay?" you whispered.

"Yes! Mommy!" he moaned.

You sped up your finger slightly and fisted his cock. As you kept your movements the same, you turned to James and Remus. James had his nose buried in Remus' happy trail.

"Fuuuuck. Such a good boy." you heard Remus moan before pulling the boys head off so he could breathe. After a moment, Remus forced James mouth back onto his cock and bobbed his head up and down. You, in the mean time, took in the sight of the boy laying in front of you. Eyes glued to your other two boyfriends. Cock twitching as he did his best not to cum. And your finger pumping in and out of his hole. "M'gonna cum James. And you better swallow." you heard Remus instruct, earning a moan from James. And in seconds, Remus was cumming down the boys throat and the room was full of loud moans.

"Mommy! I can't! M'gonna cum." Sirius screamed.

"You better not. You wanna be my good boy right?"

"Yes!"

"Then don't cum. Just ten more seconds."

And when you felt his cock twitch violently in your hand, you drew your hand back and slowly took your finger out. He collapsed down onto the mattress.

"Am I good now mommy?" he asked.

You crawled off the bed and went so you were kneeling in front of his face. "So good baby. Watched them the whole time, and didn't even cum!"

"Now we have to make mommy cum!" James said excitedly.

"Right Jamesie." Remus smiled.

"Want to fuck mommy Jamesie boy?" you asked, getting up and going over to the boy on the bed.

"Yes mommy! Wanna make mommy cum. Wanna be her good boy." he went on.

"Okay James. Remus, help out Sirius over there. He's a good boy." you said.

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tumbledfreckles · 3 years

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Ooohh! What about Jily/Marauders drunken shenanigans? *wiggles eyebrows mischievously* 😏😏😏😝

Max I don't even know how long ago you sent me this, I know it's been too long. But I was waiting for inspiration, and this isn't quite drunken, but it is a party and they've had some drinks so I'm hoping it's close enough, because I love it and it rounds out my three drabbles this weekend and uses my trope of the moment - names. I hope you enjoy it.

“He’s just so oblivious.”

“I know.”

“He’s infuriating.”

“I know.”

“It’s like he doesn’t even have a fucking clue.”

“Lily, I know.”

Lily cast a sidelong glance at Sirius, who sat next to her on the windowsill, on the edge of one of the wildest parties that the Gryffindor Common Room had seen in her seven years there. To say they’d gone nuts after winning the House Cup was an understatement of epic proportions.

“Sorry,” she huffed with a sigh. “I know you’ve heard this before.”

“From both sides,” SIrius shook his head darkly. “You two are driving me crazy.”

“It’s him!” Lily protested. “You say he feels the same, but why won’t he do anything about it?”

“After you turned him down all those times?” Sirius raised an eyebrow. “Why don’t you do something about it?”

“After I turned him down all those times?” She met his pointed gaze with one of her own.

“Fair enough.” Sirius thought for a second. His face lit with a grin. “Wait, I know.”

Lily felt afraid.

Very, very afraid.

“I feel like I shouldn’t ask.”

Sirius tutted, “Now, now, don’t act like you're not desperate for my mate there.”

They both turned toward the bloke in question, clear across the common room, who was currently high fiving Remus as they won their third game of beer pong against the Prewett twins. His smile lit up his face, his eyes danced and there was just the slightest flash of toned abdominals as he ran his hand through his hair, pushing the silky locks out of his face. He caught Lily’s eye across the room and winked.

Her head ducked, cheeks flushing even as heat pooled in areas much lower down.

“Evans?” Sirius was watching her, daring her to contradict him. “Still waiting.”

Lily slumped gloomily back against the window. “Yeah, alright, fine, have at it.”

When Sirius was finished with his idea, Lily had an eyebrow of her own to raise.

“You think that will work?”

He shook his head at her uncertainty. “He’ll lose his shit.”

“He probably won’t even notice.”

“Oh, he’ll notice. I give him three minutes before he pounces.”

Lily was unconvinced. “It’ll take at least five.”

“Place a wager?”

“What are your terms?”

“You get Marlene to go on a date with me.”

Lily scoffed openly, “Why do you think I can get her to do that?”

“Because she’s your best friend.” Sirius said it like it was obvious.

“Ask her yourself.”

“Is that your terms?”

Lily crossed her arms over her chest. “Fine. Sure. Those are my terms. If it works, I’ll get her to go out with you. If it doesn’t, you have to ask Marlene out. Seriously.” She pointed a finger, stabbing his chest as his mouth opened. “Don’t say it.”

“Fine,” Sirius rubbed his sternum. “Ruin all my fun. Do we have an agreement?”

She took his outstretched hand, “Pleasure doing business with you.”

“Likewise. Now, off you go.”

She was subtle about it. At least, she hoped she was. Lily moved slowly across the room towards the beer pong table. She took her time. Chatted to various fellow students and friends. Got herself a new drink, smirking to herself as she allowed Peter to spike her butterbeer. Liquid courage and all that.

“Who’s winning?” she asked as she sidled up to Mary, along the edge of the table.

“Our boys,” Mary inclined her head toward Remus and James.

Our boys. She liked the sound of that. Mary only meant it as in their fellow Gryffindors, compared to the Hufflepuffs of Gideon and Fabian, but Lily liked it all the same.

“Insulted you even have to ask, Evans,” James chidded her, as he watched Remus scull a full cup of butterbeer.

“Apologies, James, I should have known,” Lily felt her breath catch in her throat, making her words quiet.

He heard them anyway.

James barely seemed to register that the ball he’d just thrown had bounced off the rim of the cup he’d aimed for. He definitely didn’t notice the Prewetts crowing across the table as Gideon lined up his next shot. Nor did he spare Remus a glance as his friend sighed and shot him a pained look.

“What did you just say?” James spun to face Lily, heedless to the game, the people around them.

“I said I was sorry for doubting you,” Lily fought hard to keep the smile off her face.

“That wasn’t what you said.” He took the beer that Remus forced into his hand, Fabian’s turn having been a success. It stayed in his hand as he took several steps toward her.

“Well, no, not word for word,” Lily shifted her weight back, her heart rate increasing as she saw the flash in his eyes, the smirk on his face.

“James, it’s your -” Remus was cut off as James thrust the cup back at him.

“Get Peter.”

“We’ll lose, we’re on a streak, you can’t -”

“I don’t care. Get Peter,” James didn’t even look to see how his friend reacted, his eyes fixed on hers.

Lily swallowed, trying to force her heart back into her chest as she took more steps back, away from Mary, away from the table, away from the throng of beer pong enthusiasts.

“Not like you to give up a game so easily,” she tried to jest, but the words came out soft, too soft.

James’ lips twitched, just slightly, just enough to relax her shoulders. “Depends on the reason.”

“What was the reason?”

“Better game started.”

Lily stopped in her retreat, not moving even as his toes lined up with hers. Her head tilted to the side as she looked up at him. “This a game, is it?”

James shook his head, “Not really. Not to me.”

“Neither,” she was reduced to a whisper as his hand curved around her jaw, fingers spanning her neck, thumb brushing across her cheek.

“Say it again,” he whispered, forehead almost on hers.

“I’m sorry for-”

“Not that,” he cut her off harshly, his other hand squeezing at her hip where she hadn’t even realised he held her. “The part where you said my name.”

Lily looked at him, at the hazel that danced with gold, at the earnestness, the longing in his expression, mixed with hope and light and lust. She looked at him and realised everything else had faded away.

“James.”

She didn’t wait for him to respond, pushing straight up into his arms, threading her hands into the soft silky hair she’d admired to bring him down to her. He needed no such encouragement, meeting her exhale on his inhale, taking the breath from her lungs their mouths sealed, a perfect fit. It was hot and damp, and her skin tingled everywhere it met with his. James sighed into her mouth, his tongue tracing the edge of her inner lip before finding hers to play with.

“Shit,” she whispered, when they finally pulled apart, though neither moved very far.

“That bad, huh?” James leant back toward her. “I can try again.”

“No,” Lily shook her head, pressing another three kisses at least to his lips before she could pull away again. “No, not you.”

“Then what?” James’ hand had found it’s way under her top, and began traced to skin along the edge of her trousers, raising goosebumps along it’s path.

It made it difficult to focus, to say the least. She let her fingers trail down his neck to squeeze the defined muscles of his shoulder, was gratified by the groan that escaped him, that she wasn’t the only one feeling so much right then. It made it easier to think.

“I’ve got to figure out how to get Marlene to go on a date with Sirius, that’s all.” Lily looked up at James, smiling invitingly. “How do you feel about double dating?”

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small changes have the biggest impact : b.b

being with bucky, you've learnt to be rather observant, but when it comes to small changes about yourself you seem to be rather oblivious. that is until you start to pick up on the small signs that you might be pregnant (1.3k)

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Standing in front of the mirror, you could see him eyeing you from the bed. He was watching your movements closely, noticing you swaying from side to side and glancing at your ass from various angles.

“Does my ass look bigger to you?” Running your hands over your curves, Bucky licks his lips. "James?"

Snapping Bucky out of his thoughts, your glare breaks his daydream. "I, I mean," He stutters over his words and watches your gaze lower to the floor. "baby, I mean," Rising to his feet, Bucky rushes over. Now resting his hands on your hips, he kisses your neck sweetly. "you know, back in my day,"

He listens as you groan loudly, pulling his hands off of you as you spin to face him.

"If you dare start one of your old man stories, Buck," You roll your eyes, moving past him to pick up the nearest hoodie and slip it on, exiting your bedroom before he can say anything else.

"So, you all know the plan?" Steve questions, looking around at the three of you before the door lowers.

Scoffing lightly beside you, Bucky rests his hand on your waist. "We know the drill, Captain." Bucky salutes, not missing Steve rolling his eyes as he picks up his shield. "How you feeling today, doll?"

Bucky isn't oblivious, far from it. He's noticed some small changes in your attitude of late, how much you're now tugging on clothes or hiding your body from him. You've been feeling queasy during training or sit it out entirely when usually you're volunteering to fight your boyfriend at any given opportunity.

"I don't know, Bucky." You admit quietly, not wanting to draw attention from either Nat or Steve whilst their backs remain turned. "My suits been feeling a bit snug, and I know Tony didn't have it dry cleaned so it's not shrunk."

Humming to himself, Bucky can't help his eyes from wandering over your body. "You look beautiful, Y/n. If anything you're looking curvier." He comments quietly to you, brushing his lips across your cheek with a smile before Steve glances back to see you both.

"You two good?" Steve asks.

"Yeah." You nod, moving away from Bucky and stand beside Natasha. "Let's do this." You force a smile on your lips as Bucky's words linger in your mind. Bucky doesn't mean any harm, and you know that, but for some reason, it's hitting you deeper than it should.

Exiting the jet with Natasha, you follow after her instead of going with Bucky. "Hey, you two alright, pal?" Steve notices the frown forming on Bucky's face and his eyebrows furrowing together as you turn left into the building whilst he heads right trailing behind Steve.

"I think so." Bucky states uncertainly. "Y/n's been feelin' a bit off." He explains, keeping his gun raised behind Steve.

Once inside the building, Steve keeps his shield up whilst Bucky remains behind. "Nat said the same to me earlier." Steve remarks. "Told me she's got this glow." He shrugs his shoulders, unaware of Bucky's eyes widening.

"Glowing?" Bucky repeats. "Oh my god." He laughs lightly to himself, starting to put the events of the past six weeks together. "I, I've gotta find Y/n."

"Buck," Steve sighs, glancing over his shoulder to see Bucky already exiting the building, muttering through the comms for your location.

"Hate to say lover boy but Y/n's back on the jet." Natasha groans, causing Bucky's pace to quicken.

"Is she okay? What happened?" Bucky questions with urgency seeing the jet coming into view.

"Relax, she was just sick." Natasha rolls her eyes, continuing through the building. "She thought it would be best to sit it out. we can handle it."

"Thanks again, Nat." Your voice quietly interrupts their line, and Bucky can feel his heart rate calming at the sound of your soft words, the reassurance you're fine and close by.

Forcing yourself upright you grab a hold of the nearest gun, keeping it trained on the door as movement begins to stir outside. Taking a deep breath, you position your gun, ready to fire as it opens.

"Woah, doll, it's me!" Bucky yells, holding his hands up as he's greeted with a gun cocked in his direction.

"Oh," A nervous laugh sounds from you before you lower the gun to your side. "sorry 'bout that, Buck."

Dropping his own gun, Bucky hesitantly walks toward you. "Baby, is everything okay?" Bucky scans your face, noticing how your brief smile drops, allowing yourself to relax and you shake your head.

"I, I'm not sure, James." You whisper, closing your eyes.

Bucky pulls you over to the seats on the sides of the jet, sitting beside you he rests your hands in his, brushing his thumb over your knuckles delicately.

"It's me, Y/n, you can tell me anything." He quietly reminds you.

"I know." You sigh, forcing your eyes open to face his, only to see him looking back at you with all the confidence in the world. "Bucky, I, I think I might be pregnant." An involuntary laugh escapes your lips, quickly followed by a small cry as you clasp your hand over your mouth, tearing it from Bucky's grasp.

"Oh, Y/n." Bucky hushes, lifting his arm to bring you into his embrace as you sob into his chest.

"Are you, are you disappointed? I, I haven't done a test yet, but it makes sense, right?" You ramble, staring down at the floor.

Removing his arm from around you, Bucky mutters your name. "You, you really think I'd be disappointed?" It hurts his heart, that you'd think something like this would upset him. "Doll, this is everything I've ever wanted, but only if you do too."

Reaching for your chin gently, Bucky lifts your head up to see tears lining your cheeks whilst your lips quiver. "You, you want this?" You manage to ask between sobs.

"With you, always." Bucky reassures you, barely having time to process before you wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face into his chest. Smiling to himself, Bucky rests his arm around your back, listening as your sobs subside. "We're going to be a family, Y/n." He states, listening to how natural it sounds rolling off his tongue.

"Then we better get you back in one piece." Natasha speaks up, breaking you two from your moment as she and Steve stand in the doorway with the files you all came for. "Can't have lil Natasha hurt." She winks before taking her seat opposite you.

"Or Steve," Steve comments, lowering his shield before patting Bucky's arm lightly.

"Yeah, no," You chuckle, remaining in Bucky's arms as you look over to your friends. "but nice try, guys."

Natasha smirks to herself whilst Steve tries not to frown. "Either way, we're getting you back in one piece, that's our niece or nephew in there." Steve points to your stomach, causing Bucky to cover it with his hand protectively.

"Don't you two worry," Bucky smiles down to you. "we've got it covered."

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Glazed Glory

Hello, friends! This is my tribute to Shirtless James Potter May, which is now definitely a Thing™

Dedicated to all my lovely Jily Discord buddies! And special thanks to @mppmaraudergirl @the-dream-team @constancezin and @blitheringmcgonagall for making this happen.

“YES!”

A screech tears from her throat, excited and giddy and decidedly drunk, as the small ping-pong ball lands neatly inside the cup of beer across the table. Her partner’s roar of triumph is followed by an enthusiastic slap of hi-five that has her reeling, the blazing heat of his palm rather delicious against her own.

Quite generously, he decides to bestow more of this warmth onto her person when he lifts her off her feet, mad and grinning, arms tight around her waist. His cheeks, ruddy from all the drinks he’s downed, accompanied by the dazzling brightness of hazel eyes, causes something to clench painfully inside her.

He’s just a mate. He’s just a mate.

“James!” she yells, half-laughing, fully breathless. “Put me down, you big buffoon.”

“We won! Again!” he grins, letting her feet touch the floor after another spin.

Before she can so much as inwardly lament on the loss of his comforting warmth, a pair of lips land on her cheek. Heart thundering, she forgets how to breathe, a reaction that is by no means justified given the sloppy, open-mouthed, intoxicated nature of the kiss.

A kiss that is not even a kiss because it leaves her lips feeling petulantly ignored.

“You…are fucking brilliant, Evans,” James slurs, entirely oblivious to what he’s just gone and done. She can only stare at him with poorly-hidden surprise, face blazing, warmer and warmer by the second.

“Er, thank you,” she sputters eventually, immensely grateful that everyone around them seems too drunk to pay their little interaction any mind.

“Another game!” James announces.

But she can’t; it’s impossible now.

“I think I’m done for the night,” she tells him, fingers brushing over his arm apologetically. “I’ve had too much to drink already.”

“WHAT?” he shrieks, betrayed, glasses sliding off nose. “You can’t ditch me now, Evans! We’re this close to being named The Hogwarts Beer Pong Champions.”

“Winning the Quidditch Championship wasn’t enough for you?” she laughs, hands rising above her head to point at the banners and streamers dangling from the common room ceiling.

“Oh yeah,” he blinks, grins blindingly. “I’d almost forgotten about that. Next year is going to be even more amazing. We’re going to win all the matches!”

“I have full faith.”

James smiles, triggering that annoyingly familiar tumble in her stomach. “You sure you don’t want to play?”

“I’m sure. Why don’t you ask Sirius? He’s probably withered away to ash without you by now.”

“Good call,” he says, instantly cupping his palms around his mouth. “Padfoot! Up for a round?”

“Fuck, yeah!”

She saunters over to the drinks table as Sirius walks by to take her place, casually ruffling her hair as he passes by. “What’s the damage, Evans?”

She makes a show of observing James. “Mm, five shots from blackout.”

“Excellent. Gotta bring that down to one.”

“All the best.”

Sirius adopts a ridiculously fierce expression as he joins James, facing off against two fifth-years. “Let’s take them down, Prongs!”

She chuckles quietly at the silliness, fingers pulling out a bottle of butterbeer despite her previous proclamations of having had enough alcohol for the night. With some sensible distance yawning open between her and the stupidly affectionate Quidditch captain, oxygen is easier to draw inside. She sighs, chilling the bottle with a quick wave of wand.

With sixth-year coming to an end, she feels the significance of everything the past year has brought to her life rather tremendously, but especially on the James Potter front. While being his friend has been an experience she wouldn’t trade for anything in the world—well, it’s also a lie, because there is one thing she would trade it for: being more than his friend.

But she worries, quite justifiably, that they’ve already crossed a phase too many in such a short span of time to tease at their dynamics any more. There’s a strange fluttering in her chest every time her eyes land on crazy hair and goofy grins that she knows certainly aren’t friendly reactions though.

She’s distracted from her thoughts by a sudden wave of excited hoots that ring out through the room. Curiosity piquing, she twists around to spot the fuss, eyes immediately flying to the beer pong table because there’s no doubt that that’s where the eye of the storm lies.

At the sight, the bottle of butterbeer almost slips from her fingers.

James stands, eyes even more glazed than before, crooked grin splitting over his face, bursting with laughter as he chest bumps Sirius. And if she hadn’t already noticed it before (she most certainly had) the action draws her gaze to his very sweaty, very bare chest, no doubt the target of the still ringing catcalls. She watches, mouth completely dry as the muscles in his abdominals ripple with movement when he runs a hand through his hair. It’s almost as if her ogling registers on his radar, because half a second later, James is looking at her.

She immediately lifts the bottle to her lips, hiding the awe-struck expression behind tinted glass. Fuck, was he fit! She’d guessed as much, of course; it was impossible not to when she hugged the boy as often as she did, but knowing and seeing, it turned out, were vastly different things.

“Lily!” he slurs, tongue rolling over the name as he walks over. “We trounced them. Did you see?”

“I think Evans was rather occupied with seeing something else,” Sirius smirks, the look he throws her entirely too knowing.

She takes another swig, unable to reply, unable to breathe, unable to think with James standing so close. The heat rolls off of him in waves, as sweltering as the fireplace in the room. To make matters worse, he raises his hand, swipes a thumb over her cheek. “You’re so red.”

She mumbles something unintelligibly while Sirius snickers.

“Sorry?”

“I’m tired. I’m gonna go to bed.”

And before either of them can protest, she chugs the rest of the beer and all but bolts from the party, heart pounding mercilessly in her ears. She almost makes it to the third step of the girl’s staircase before a hand wraps around her wrist, the warmth of the touch telling her enough. “James,” she sighs, turning around.

“Are you mad at me?” His brows pull together, sweat dripping from his hairline, down the side of his face, over that strong neck to pool into the hollow of his collar bone. She swallows, wondering if it would look too weird if she reaches up and licks it away.

Probably.

“No,” she wheezes.

He steps closer, makes it worse. “Then why won’t you look at me?”

She looks at him then—of course, she does—and something like adoration bursts inside her. “I’m not mad at you, James. You’re just too distracting right now.”

“What?”

Some remnant of Gryffindor courage has her reaching forward, placing a palm over his chest. She feels it, right beneath her skin, when the beat of his heart alters rhythm. “You’re quite shirtless, if you haven’t noticed.”

A rush of breath tickles the top of her head.

“Lily,” James breathes, fingers drifting to her waist, and when she catches his eye again, the look in them has changed wholly. Any previous glaze is wiped clean, replaced by some brightness that wars with the expanding darkness of his irises. “Will you—”

“Wait!” she says, almost moaning when his fingers squeeze her hip. “Not like this. Not now. We’re drunk.”

“I—” he looks down, eyes on her mouth, and she thinks he’ll lean forward anyway, kiss her anyway, fuck it all. It isn’t until he sighs, deep and resigned, that she realizes she wouldn’t have minded. “Yeah, alright.”

“James.”

“Yeah?”

She smiles, slow and confident, because now she knows, and leans forward to brush her lips over his cheek. The hints of stubble feel delectably coarse against her mouth, and even more so when he groans somewhere at the back of his throat. She pulls back sluggishly, weak in the face of her own want. “Ask me later,” she whispers.

James watches dazedly as she takes a step back, then another. Eventually, he finds his smile. “I’ll hold you to that, Evans.”

“You’d better.”

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