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petitemistletoe · 1 year

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Tutor

Pairing: James Potter x Reader

Warnings: smut, angst

Word Count: 3.2K+

“Mr. Potter, I’d like to talk to you about something,” Professor McGonagall called from her desk as everyone was filing out. James had to stifle a groan as he exchanged a look with Sirius before making his way to the professor’s desk. It was his last class before dinner on a Friday and he was starving and wanting to get pissed with the marauders.

“Yes Professor?” He asked, hoping he didn’t sound too eager to leave.

“Your grades this past year have slipped, Mr. Potter. You’re a very talented wizard but I’m afraid this year you’ve become more focused on Quidditch than your studies.” Professor McGonagall gave James a disapproving look over her glasses.

“Oh yes, it’s been a bit of adjustment now that I’m captain but I’m confident we’ll crush Slytherin in the tournament.” James said eagerly.

“Mr. Potter you are not listening. If you do not get your grades up you will not be allowed to play.” McGonagall sighed and took off her glasses. “You know there is nothing more I would enjoy than watching my house win the Quidditch cup. Now, I’ve found a tutor for you to help you in your area of weakness: potions.”

“Moony? Evans?” James asked hopefully.

“No.” McGonagall shook her head. “You have a potions exam in two weeks. If you are able to get an A or above you will be permitted to play.”

“I can’t believe you have to have a tutor! It’s inhumane!” Sirius protested after James explained everything over dinner.

“It’s just tutoring, Sirius,” Remus said with an eyeroll, “Who’s tutoring you anyway? Evans?”

“I wish. McGonagall didn’t mention who. I’m supposed to be in the library tomorrow at ten in the morning.”

“Ten! On a Saturday? Inhumane!” Sirius repeated. Then he looked down the table and called, “Oi! Evans! Why aren’t you tutoring Prongs in potions?”

“Tell the whole hall why don’t you?” James grumbled, laying his down on the table.

“What?” Lily looked over at the boys with an already bewildered expression. “I’m tutoring a second year Hufflepuff in Transfiguration tomorrow.”

“Are you failing potions, James?” Mary chuckled. “Not failing,” James said, not moving his head from the table, “but I need to be doing better.”

“Who’s tutoring you?” Marlene asked.

“Don’t know.”

“What if it’s Snape?” Peter asked, a little fearful.

“Oh that would be perfect.” James hit his head on the table.

“Oh god, I’m so hungover.” James said, hitting his alarm with his eyes shut.

“Shut up!” Peter groaned, curling his pillow around his head.

“Both of you be quiet! I can’t get hard with you both talking.” Sirius yelled from Remus’s bed.

“Sirius!” It sounded like Remus had punched Sirius as Sirius groaned and then fell through the curtain, holding his nose.

“Why is your alarm going off anyway?” Sirius asked, standing up and covering his dick with one hand and his other hand still on his nose as he shuffled to the bathroom.

“Put some clothes on!” Peter groaned, turning so his face was pressed into his mattress and his pillow was over his head.

“I have tutoring today,” James groaned, putting on his glasses and trying to see how long he had until his tutoring session started. It was ten fifteen and James felt like his brain was pulsating inside his head.

“Aren’t you going to be late?” Remus called from his bed.

“No, no. I still have a quarter of an hour before I have to go.” James let his head hit the pillow again.

“I thought you said your session was at 10?” Remus stuck his head out between the curtains of his bed.

“No, 10:30. Right?” James started to feel a pit of dread form in his stomach.

“You said 10.” Peter shook from underneath his blanket.

“10!” Sirius called from the bathroom.

“Fuck!” James shot out of bed and pulled on a pair of jeans and a sweater. “Padfoot!” He slammed his fist against the bathroom door, “Get out! I need to brush my teeth!”

At 10:25 James was stumbling into the library and staring around. He was sure that his hair was sticking up every which way as he looked to see where his tutor was.

He saw you, Sirius’s cousin who the marauders all affectionately called Baby Black, much to your chagrin, sitting at a table in the library, looking over a piece of parchment with a red quill as you twirled a spoon in a cup of tea.

“Hey! Baby Black,” James said, slamming his hands down on the table where you were, “are you my tutor?”

“You’re late,” you said, “and don’t call me that,” not even looking up from the parchment. You were the same year as the marauders but you had about as much to do with them as you did with the other Black cousins: Regulus, Narcissa, and Bellatrix. You preferred to forge your own path at a school that was seemingly bursting at the seams with your family. Sirius often talked about how you had been the luckiest of all the Black children as your parents, while a little wicked as was Black nature, were the calmest and kindest Blacks aside from any Blacks who had been ex-communicated. Needless to say, even though you were in Slytherin you were nothing like anyone in your family.

“Sorry, sorry. I have a wicked hangover because I was super drunk last night and-”

“Just sit down,” you cut him off, “I’m finishing up grading a quiz from one of my other students in Defense Against the Dark Arts.”

“Sure, sure. Sorry.” James said, sitting down and taking off his glasses. He had a terrible headache and felt like his eyes were going to pop out of his head.

“Alright, so potions? What do you need to brew amortentia?” you asked after setting the parchment aside. James took a second to look you. He couldn’t help thinking you were gorgeous: the way your lips were slightly parted as you read, the way you twirled your ring on your finger as you spoke, the brightness in your eyes. He was sure you had a great smile too, but he had yet to see it.

“Uh, right, love potion. Rose thorns and petals, powdered moonstone, pearl dust, ashwinder eggs, uh chocolate?” James looked at you as your eyes narrowed.

“Chocolate? God really doesn’t give with both hands, does he?” You shook your head.

“Tulip nectar! Pinecones! Fairy dust?”

“Stop guessing. It’s peppermint. You’re more behind than I thought.”

“Why are you asking about love potions anyway? Got a crush?” James asked, leaning in and looking up at you seductively.

“First,” you said, pushing James back with your two pointer fingers, “you have to brew amortentia for your potions exam. Second, you smell like whiskey and vomit.”

“You love it, Baby Black.”

“I will get Regulus to hex you, Potter.” You said with a light shake of your head. You worked with James for the next hour and a half before assigning him some homework.

“Thanks for all your help, Baby Black. I’ll see you Tuesday?” James tried to send you another winning smile and you shook your head at him.

“Monday.” You said, pushing your books into your bag.

“I have quidditch on Monday.”

“What are you going to do when you’re done playing for Gryffindor?”

“Play professionally,” James shrugged, “Marlene’s brother said he could arrange a meeting with the Canons.”

“So that’s it? You’re going to play quidditch for the rest of your life?” You weren’t sure why you were getting so upset about the situation but you couldn’t stop yourself.

“What’s wrong with that?” James started to get upset too, raising his voice. “Who doesn’t love quidditch?”

“I don’t.”

“How can’t you? Your cousins Regulus, Narcissa, and Sirius all play or played quidditch. Is the sport of the international wizarding world!”

“It’s beneath you.””

“You don’t even know me. You’re just supposed to be my potions tutor.” James snapped.

“Fine,” you said cooly, “I’ll see you Tuesday, then.” You practically ran from the library. James shook his head and made his way over to the great hall. He tried to search for you at the Slytherin table before he sat at the Gryffindor table for lunch.

“How was the tutoring session?” Lily asked, stabbing at a piece of lettuce on her plate.

“Fine. You’ll never guess who it’s with.” James said, looking at Sirius who had been trying to lick Remus’s neck for the past minute. Every time he got close, Remus would snap his fingers up and grab Sirius’ tongue. Sirius’ tongue was currently lodged between Remus’s fingers as Remus read the book that was in his other hand.

“Who?” Sirius asked, trying to turn but was pulled back by his outstretched tongue, “Let me go!”

“Stop trying to lick me!” Remus said, letting Sirius’ tongue go.

“Anyway,” Sirius stuck his tongue out at Sirius, “who’s your tutor?”

“Your cousin!” James said with an eyebrow raise.

“Regulus?” Peter cocked his head.

“Don’t be stupid,” Remus rolled his eyes, “you mean Baby Black don’t you?”

“My cousin is tutoring you? Why didn’t she tell me?” Sirius asked, looking over at the Slytherin table.

“I have no idea.” James shook his head.

“Oi! Regulus! Where’s the girl?” Sirius asked, tossing a crumpled piece of parchment at Regulus. Regulus couldn’t have given Sirius a more intense glower before rubbing his nose and saying,

“Excuse me?”

“Our cousin, Reg. Have you seen her?” Sirius looked at Regulus like he was an idiot. Regulus looked around for a moment and shrugged,

“No idea. I’ll check on her after dinner.”

“Did you say something to her, James?” Remus asked. Sirius took advantage of this moment of Remus’s distraction to lick him up the neck.

“Ah ha!” Sirius grinned triumphantly.

“I’m going to murder you!” Remus said, pulling out his wand.

“Nevermind,” James rolled his eyes.

Over the course of the next two weeks, you and James met twice a week for tutoring lessons in the library. One Thursday was just one of those days that was rainy and sleepy and the last day in the week before one of those rare gorgeous three day weekends. It wasn’t a true three day weekend, really, there were no classes on Friday due to a set of makeup exams that were offered to students who wanted to improve their winter exam scores. James was one of these choice students who would hopefully be done once and for all with potions tutoring after the Friday exam. After a full set of classes and an early morning Quidditch practice, all James wanted was to eat dinner and crawl into bed before the weekend ahead of him. Of course, you had chosen today of all days to meet for a final tutoring session before the big potions exam on Friday.

He was eating dinner when you stopped by the Gryffindor table and sat down next to him.

“What are you doing here?” Sirius asked, shocked by the presence of another Black at the Gryffindor table.

“I need to talk to James,” you said quickly, “Meet me in the potions classroom in the dungeons for tonight’s lessons.”

“Why the dungeons? What’s wrong with the library?” James asked.

“Slughorn said we could use his classroom so you can fully practice brewing your assigned potions.” You said, getting up from the table, “See you at 8. Don’t be late.” You got up and walked away. James watched you leave the great hall and then sighed,

“I can’t wait for this to be over.”

“Yeah right,” Remus snorted.

“What do you mean?” James asked.

“All you’ve talked about these past two weeks is Baby Black.”

“Well yeah. Complaining. She’s annoying.”

“No, not complaining. You can’t stop talking about her. You like her.” Remus grinned.

“You cannot date my cousin, James.” Sirius said with a hard expression.

“I don’t even like her!” James insisted. Apparently Sirius wasn’t the only Black child that was concerned about you. Regulus stalked over and sat down next to James where you had been only a few moments before.

“Stay away from my cousin. She’s fragile and sensitive and doesn’t need a rat like you sniffing around her.” He snapped at James.

“She’s just my tutor! I don’t like her! She barely even tolerates me!” James cried, ignoring Remus’s shit eating grin.

“I knew it!” Sirius slammed his hand down on the table, “you are trying to fuck my cousin!”

“Oh my god! I’m leaving!” James stood from the table, looking at the Black brothers. “You two are exactly alike. Why I would ever want to get more involved with this family?”

“Hey!” Regulus and Sirius said at the same time as Remus cackled.

“Your cousins are insane,” James said with a head shake as he sat down next to you in the dungeons.

“You’re telling me.” You muttered. Your hair had been pinned up with your wand stuck through and you pulled your wand out letting your hair fall more freely. You worked with James for the next hour and a half and it seemed like James was going to pass his exam.

“Okay, the last thing I need to do is check on your amortentia, but we can do that tomorrow morning before your exam. Meet back here at eight in the morning.” You replied. You were fanning your neck it had gotten hot in the dungeons after James’ heating potion had gotten a little of hand. You took off your sweater so you were just in a pair of trousers and a thin tank top. James watched a bead of sweat make its way down your neck and into your cleavage.

“Thanks with all your help, Baby Black. You really saved my ass.” He smiled.

“You worked hard for it, James. No wonder Sirius loves you so much.” You smiled back at him. You had to admit that James wasn’t bad looking at all. He was a bit annoying, the way the Marauders were, but he had a kind heart and easy smile. Before you could fully process what was happening, James was leaning in and kissing you.

“What are you doing?” You asked, pulling away suddenly.

“I’m sorry! I thought…we were…you aren’t into?” James asked, bewildered.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” You scrambled up and ran out of the dungeon. It wasn’t until you were at the portrait in front of the Slytherin dormitory that you took a minute to stop and let your fingers ghost over your lips. You felt a small smile crawl onto your face and thought about how sad it would be to no longer have an excuse to see James.

“Where’s Moony?” James asked as he burst into the dormitory.

“Sucking my dick.” Sirius called from his bed. “Ow! Fuck Moony enough with the teeth!”

“What do you need James?” Remus asked, sticking his head between the curtains.

“Can you talk? Privately?”

“Yeah, just a second. I left my notebook by the charms room today. You can walk with me.” Remus got dressed and walked alongside James to the charms classroom.

“So what’s going on, Prongs?” Remus asked.

“Okay, first, you can’t tell Sirius I told you this.” James started.

“You’re freaking me out, James.”

“I kissed baby Black.” James blurted out. Remus stopped dead in his tracks and looked at James.

“You did what?”

“I know! It’s just…she was so nice. And she’s so warm but still sassy and she hates quidditch and doesn’t worship me or anything. And it was hot in the dungeons and she had her sweater off and I don’t know what happened but I kissed her and she ran from the room. Oh god, Moony what did I do?” James was rambling.

“Okay. Alright. Listen. Did she say she was going to tell anyone?” Remus asked.

“She didn’t say anything.”

“You better hope she doesn’t tell Sirius. Or worse, Regulus. You should talk to her.” Remus shook his head.

“I have to see her tomorrow for her to check my potion before the exam. I’ll talk to her then. Will you come with me?” James felt his stomach flip at the thought.

James felt like his feet were cinderblocks as he made his way to the dungeons with Remus. You were there, in that damn tank top again, looking at the potions.

“Oh good,” you looked up and gave him a shy smile, “you’re here…with Remus.” Your smile faltered.

“I’d like to talk about-” James started but you cut him off.

“Let’s just look at your potion.” Your words were clipped.

“Alright, Remus why don’t you smell it first and let us know what you think and we can make sure it smells different to everyone.” James said. Remus bent down and took a large sniff of the bubbling liquid in the cauldron.

“Smells like chocolate, parchment, leather, vinyl. Sirius. Nice job, James.” Remus sat back a little and smiled. “After you Ms. Black.”

“Alright,” you took a large sniff, “Clean cut grass, butter beer, hot Yorkshire pudding.”

Remus was stifling a smile, “And you James?”

“Firewood, a freshly sliced apple, vanilla, and…the Black estate? That smells like you.” James looked up at you confused.

“I’m going to leave you two alone.” Remus stalked out of the dungeons, sending James a knowing look on his way out.

“You smelled me in the potion,” James grinned.

“You must have brewed it wrong.” You shook your head but you couldn’t hide your smile either.

“You hate quidditch.”

“You’re a stupid jock.”

“You undress me with your eyes every time you see me.”

“You are Sirius’ best friend.”

“You are Sirius’ cousin.”

You grabbed James by the back of the neck and kissed him hard. James’ hands found your waist and started pull at the hem of your tank top. You took the tank top off and laid back on the desk.

“You’re so beautiful.” James muttered, taking his shirt off too. He sunk down his knees and buried his face between your thighs. His tongue was as long as it was sharp and it darted in and out of your opening.

“Fuck,” you murmured, your hands in James’ hair as you practically road his face. You came on his tongue before pulling him back up to kiss you. James unbuckled his belt and pushed himself inside you. You started to move your hips but James stopped you.

“Just,” he sounded strained, “I need to adjust for a moment. I’m so close, already, baby.”

“Oh my god,” you grinned, pulling James closer so his forehead was against yours. James nodded and started to move. He pushed himself in and out of you and you were both moaning, especially when James reached a hand between your bodies to rub your clit. You saw stars as you came with James pulling out and cumming on your stomach soon after. He laid on top of you as you both tried to catch your breath.

“Potter, what the fuck are you doing?” A new voice said. You and James turned to see Regulus and Sirius standing in the doorway of the potions classroom.

“Oh Prongs, we’re going to have to kill you.” Sirius shook his head sadly.

“Oh fuck, you’re Sirius’ cousin.” James could only bow his head.

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reysdriver · 1 year

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Behind The Venue | J.P.

(part 1 to this fic) you discover rockstar!james is cheating on you through a fan's social media post — modern!rockstar!james x fem!reader angst

warnings: james being a cheater

words: 1k

warnings: umm just to let y'all know, a lot of my writing is gonna be angst for the time being cus i'm going through a breakup lol and also let me know if you want me to write a part 2 to this cus i can defo see it already

James was currently on tour with the boys; last night was Berlin, tonight was Vienna. Although you both wished you could join them as they visited almost every European capital, you couldn’t leave everything for two months.

Well, you could. James had made it clear you didn’t need to work, that he would buy you anything you ever needed or wanted, but you didn’t want to be completely dependent on him. So while he travelled all around the continent, you stayed home to wait tables and keep your flat warm.

But it wasn’t like you were completely away from your boyfriend for the whole time; you called each other every night—even the ones where the boys got blackout drunk in foreign hotels, and you constantly stayed updated on everything regarding the band.

The little bits of connection were how you found yourself on Austrian social media scouring the hashtags related to The Marauders. You scrolled through selfies of fans in front of the empty stage, waiting for the boys to start. Some people brought posters and gifts for them, which always made you smile. Some of the fans even mentioned you in their posts and you commented on a few of them, wishing them a fun time at the concert.

Then, you sent James a good luck text and went to make yourself dinner. You’ve learned that the best concert pictures and videos get posted a day or two after they’re taken, so you know you don’t need to stay online all night. Instead, you take your food to the couch and put on a movie while the concert hall in Vienna was electric with excitement.

Near the end of the second movie of the night, you almost fell asleep in your living room, but your heavy eyelids shot up at the feeling of your phone buzzing shamelessly against your thigh.

It had been going off periodically before, but the notifications increased exponentially in the last few minutes.

Although you were half-asleep, you couldn’t just let your phone explode with activity. Scary thoughts that something happened to James at the concert overtook your mind and you quickly reached for your phone while attempting to hope for the best.

It was about James, just not what you were expecting. Someone had caught a video of your boyfriend making out with Lily Evans, the lead singer of their opening band, outside behind the venue.

The clip was short but inarguable. That was obviously James and Lily, and there was no debate on what they were doing.

It showed them quickly, then the teenage girl who took the video flipped the camera to herself and said something in German. The only thing you could understand was your own name, and you weren’t sure you wanted to know what the rest meant.

The video was just posted, but it was already spreading. There were so many comments and reposts; everyone seemed to have something to say on the matter.

It ranged from ‘you should take this down, imagine how humiliating it is for (y/n)’ to ‘I mean, we’ve known this was coming lol look at their constant flirting’, and you weren’t sure what hurt more.

And even though every single take felt like a slap in the face, you kept scrolling through them all. You were careful not to interact with any of them so as to not encourage drama, but it seemed like the fans were doing fine on their own when it came to stirring the pot. Eventually, it just became all too much. You took a screenshot of one post and sent it to James.

But despite that, you weren’t staying up any longer. You shut off your phone, plugged it in across the room, and started getting ready for bed. You didn’t care if the only other thing to do was cry yourself to sleep, you weren’t spending any more time watching your boyfriend kiss his coworker.

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The night barely consisted of sleep. There were periods where you calmed down enough to sleep, but you woke up several times in a pool of emotions. You managed to stay asleep for long enough that you’d be adequately rested, and that was good enough for you.

When you opened your phone in the morning, you were sure that any limits to messages and mentions must have been hit. So not in the mood to hear anyone else’s opinions on your relationship, you didn’t even bother opening social media.

You saw that James had sent a string of texts and tried calling you several times, and your heart ached. He was the only person who you would listen to about this, but you didn’t want to hear anything he had to say. What could he say over the phone to fix this?

Then, as if on cue, your phone vibrated with an incoming call from him.

You were torn on what you should do. Answer and listen to him begging for forgiveness, decline and ignore everyone? If you answered and he asked for mercy, would you forgive him? You even thought about airing out all his secrets online in a petty act of revenge. But none of those really seemed like something you would want. In this fragile state, you wondered if anything could help.

Then your attention snapped back to the picture of him on your screen, letting you know he wanted to talk.

Compromising between all the ideas that had just been running through your head, you declined the call and opened your messages. ‘come back home and we’ll talk.’ was all you sent James before tossing your phone aside.

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thebrunettemuse · 2 years

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pureblood princess

pairing: james potter x fem!reader (slytherin and pureblood)

part: one , two , three

summary: james had never really noticed you, not until you came back to your seventh year pretty and was sat next to him in defense against the dark arts.

a/n: so i’ve decided to make up this complex story in my head and if i don’t write it i think my head might explode. anyways enjoy this heart aching story, this will definitely be a series. not proofread OKAY BYE ENJOY

James Potter had never noticed you, he was too wrapped up in Lily Evans to even look in your direction. But when he got on the train, ready for his seventh and final year at Hogwarts he watched as you entered in through the door. He had always seen you as the pureblood that he found quite annoying, but this moment? The sun hitting your face and brightening it up as you smiled at one of your friends, well— his heart sunk.

He wanted to say hi, but you brushed passed his shoulder to go and find your usual friends in their usual compartment. Yet his eyes lingered, he couldn’t look away.

Throughout the day he found himself searching the crowd of incoming students to find you, just as he did for Lily all these years. All he could think to himself was how he had wasted the past six years pining after a girl who didn’t even look in his direction when you were right there.

“James, who are you looking for?” Sirius asked as they sat in the Great Hall for dinner.

“Hm?” James looked over, being pulled from his thoughts while he looked over the Slytherin table a million times and still couldn’t seem to find you. “Oh— no one.” he shook his head.

“Liar.” Remus smirked, looking down at his food which made James furrow his eyebrows in response.

“Excuse me?” He laughed a bit, trying to cover up the fact this his friends were onto him.

“By this time every year you’re sat next to Lily Evans flirting with the poor girl, so why are you sitting with us and looking at the—” Sirius took a moment to follow his previous line of sight. “the Slytherin table?” he found himself shocked with what he found, his mouth turning into a confused frown.

“I’m not looking at the Slytherin table.” James lied, his eyes rolling before looking back down to pick at his food.

“Right..” Sirius slowly nodded.

“I’m not!” James tried to defend, but it came off more aggressive than he had originally hoped for, his own actions immediately throwing himself under the bus.

“Woah— calm down. We’re just messing with you.” Remus laughed lightly and James stared at him with his lids lowered before he scoffed and shoved a spoonful of mashed potatoes in his mouth. He hated mashed potatoes of course, but anything to keep himself from tattling on— well, himself.

The next day he had DADA class first thing in the morning, sitting at his assigned seat towards the back of his class, something he was grateful for because he could do his usual in class shenanigans. But— as soon as he was starting to get used to his new seat, the chair beside him was pulled out, and none other than you had sat down next to him.

He watched in shock as you set your books down and took your seat, slowly looking over at the dark curly haired boy who sat next to you. You looked confused as to why he was looking at you the way he was.

“Do you need something, Potter?” you asked, his last name falling off your tongue with ease and he had wished for nothing more than for you to say his first name.

“Oh— uhh.” he stammered, why was he freezing? He never froze, he was James Potter for Merlin’s sake. The king of flirting, so this was very unusual for him. Say something. Anything.

“Nope, everything’s good.” he breathed out finally, looking away awkwardly. Why did he have to be so awkward? He was ruining his chances with you, which were already very slim considering who you were, who your family was.

Pureblood family, strictly Slytherin. Just like Sirius’ family. You were what some called the pureblood princess, untouchable unless you were raised just as you were. James definitely wasn’t, but that wasn’t going to stop him. Hopefully..

“Good, I was beginning to think you didn’t like me sitting here.” you joked, something you didn’t do very often. In fact you were usually very quiet, really only spoke when you were spoken to. Just as you were taught growing up.

“Oh no, you can sit here— I mean I want you to sit here..” he stuttered again, but looked back up at you again.

“I have to sit here.” you smiled, this playful smile that made his heart skip a beat and he laughed lightly.

“Right yeah, I suppose you do.” he motioned towards the seating chart displayed on the chalkboard in front of the room.

You scoffed, shaking you head before looking down at your DADA book, opening it up and tucking your hair behind your ear to expose a bit more of your face.

The entire class James was trying to find some excuse to talk to you, yet he couldn’t find any reason to. Only small stolen glances in your direction, watching as you paid attention to the professor and wrote little notes with a quill on a blank sheet of paper.

Then class had ended, and just as soon as you came, you left. James sat for a moment, leaning back in his seat and sighing audibly before standing up and walking into the hallway.

“When did you start getting whipped for Y/N?” Remus appeared beside James, which he sighed in relief seeing who it was.

“Merlin, you scared me Moony.” he rolled his eyes.

“Well, are you gonna answer me?” he asked.

“I’m not whipped for Y/L/N.” he stared forward, not wanting to look at Remus because he knew his face would betray him once again, just as it did the night before.

“Right, you can lie all you want but I saw you staring at her that entire class when Lily was sitting right in front of you.” Remus exposed him. “Better not tell Sirius, he’d get pissed if he found out you like a girl like Y/N.” he warned his friend.

“I’m not, so you have nothing to worry about.” James defended his actions, but he knew he had been caught.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” Remus teased.

The rest of the day he couldn’t stop thinking about you, the face you make when your focused and how you smiled at him at the beginning of class. He tossed and turned in his sleep thinking about it, groaning as he shoved his pillow over his face in frustration. It was like his crush on Lily but a million times worse and he couldn’t understand why. Why was he suddenly so head over heels for the pureblood princess?

The following weeks seemed to go by rather slowly and he tried to blame it on him just being ready to finish school, but in reality you were stuck in this special little place in the back of his mind. He saw you in the library every Thursday, his day to study and catch up on homework before the weekend.

You had barely spoken to him too, randomly asking for a quill when you forgot one, him asking for a piece of parchment paper when he had ran out. Helping answer questions for each other when the two of you got a bit confused, but that was it.

Lily even spoke to him more than you did, and yet every time him and the red head would talk he didn’t get the same feeling the previous years when the girl gave him attention, he had secretly wished it was you talking to him.

But after almost a month of little words exchanged, something had changed, he had stood up for you.

It was in DADA, the class was learning about the Imperius when a Ravenclaw students decided to make a very mean joke towards you.

“Alright students, today we will be learning about the curse that controls the mind. It is called the Imperius curse, it is very dangerous and it is very important you know how to protect yourself from it.” the professor explained.

“Protect ourselves from it, or from people like Y/N’s family?” the witty Ravenclaw girl spoke up. James looked up from his book towards the girl, then towards you. Usually when someone made a sly comment like that you would fire something mean back, but your face told a different story.

Tears filled your eyes and you looked at the girl who had a smirk on her face. “Now that’s quite enough, Miss. Golding.” the professor warned.

“That was a real bitch move, Grace.” James said towards the girl, which caused you to look at him in shock. Was James Potter really standing up to the Ravenclaw to defend you? He had ignored your every move for years and yet here he was actually being nice. Shocking, to say the least.

“That’s detention for you, Mr. Potter.” the professor sighed.

“That’s not fair, Grace said something first.” James defended his actions.

“Okay, detention for you too, Miss. Golding.” the Ravenclaw sighed.

James looked over at you and shot a small smile on your direction, you smiled back.

After class you found James in the library studying and approached the table he sat at by himself. “Hey, uh—” you started awkwardly. “Thanks for defending me in class earlier, you really didn’t have to do that.” you smiled.

“Of course.” he said softly, a small smile on his face as well.

“Sorry you got detention.” you pressed your lips into a line. You really did feel bad, and felt like it wasn’t deserved that he got detention for standing up for another student when they couldn’t.

“It’s okay, it was worth it.” he shrugged and leaned in a bit closer. “Between you and me Grace is a pain in the ass.” he joked, earning a breathy laugh from you.

“Yeah, she is.” you nodded. “Do you usually study alone?” you asked. James froze yet again.

“Uh— yeah. Usually.” he looked down.

“Do you care if I sit?” you questioned, motioning to the chair on the side of the table next to him.

“What? Oh, no. Not at all.” he motioned towards it. “Please.” he came off as desperate, mentally face palming.

“Okay.” you laughed again, sitting down and setting your books in front of you. The two of you spent an hour sitting side by side in silence, and every once in a while he peaked over his book to take a look at you. He couldn’t help it, you really were those one of a kind girls.

“James!” he heard his name get called, looking over to see who the feminine voice was. Lily Evans, of course it was. How come when he finally was moving on she seemed to appear more often?

“Lily.” he nodded towards her as she approached him. “Can I study with you?” she asked, her eyes darting over at you and then back at James. You stared up at her for a moment.

“Oh, look at the time! I best get going before my friends start wondering where I am.” you said, gathering your things and shoving them into you arms. “See you around, Potter.” you smiled in his direction before walking off.

“See— see you.” he muttered to himself, finding himself watching as you left.

“James?” Lily called, snapping him out of his gaze.

“Yeah? Oh, yes! You can sit, study— yeah.” he nodded before looking down at his book. But he didn’t steal glances at Lily, in fact he stayed glued to his DADA boom instead.

Every Thursday after that the two of you sat in the library and studied for an hour, and every single time Lily would come in and ask to study, and every single time you would leave when she did.

You knew Lily Evans didn’t like you that much, not very many people did. It was hard to like someone who came from the background you did, you understood that. What you couldn’t understand is why James Potter was suddenly being so nice to you? It was like a switch in his brain flipped over the summer, his usual cold demeanor towards you turned into a warm and welcoming one.

So one day as you sat reading next to James, he finally spoke to you, causing you to look up from the notes you were writing. “What are you doing this weekend?” he asked.

“What?” you asked shocked.

“What are you doing this weekend?” he repeated and you stared for a moment completely dumbfounded. You set down your quill.

“I’m not sure.” you shrugged, because you weren’t sure. You usually sat in the Slytherin common room with your friends and talked about your week with each other, talked about your families or sat in silence. It was boring.

“Wanna go for a walk around the Black Lake?” he asked casually.

“Why? You’re not going to push me in or anything, right?” you joked and he laughed.

“No, I’m not going to push you in.” he smiled.

“So— why then?” you repeated.

“Sirius and Remus are going on a date, Peter is hanging out with Marlene, and I like to go on walks with my friends on the weekends.” he shrugged.

“Oh so we’re friends now?” you teased.

“Of course! We sit with each other every Thursday and next to each other everyday in class.” he explained further.

“I will go if you answer one question for me.” you decided.

“Shoot.” he leaned back in his chair.

“What happened?” you asked, he furrowed his eyebrows, unsure of what exactly you were asking. “I mean, something must’ve happened over the summer. Before you used to hate me, and tease me.” you explained.

“So what happened? Why are you defending me now and hanging out with me?” you looked at him. James thought for a moment.

“I don’t know, I guess I changed my mind— about you.” he looked at you, his face relaxed as he searched for any reaction on your face.

“Changed your mind what about me exactly?” you dived deeper.

“I already answered your question, are you in or not?” he asked.

“James.” you warned, earning a sigh from him. He really didn’t want to have to ever explain this to you.

“You, your family, they stand for everything I’m against.” he replied honestly. “But at the beginning of the year when you walked onto that train, I don’t know how to explain it but, you changed. You looked really well, happy. Very unlike your family.”

“Classic me, came back to seventh year all pretty.” you joked, looking away, but his words stung. All these years he saw you just as everyone else did. Your unforgiving last name revealing who you were supposed to be.

“Not just pretty, Y/N, you looked happy.” he reiterated. You looked back up at him. “Besides, you’ve always been pretty. I was too sucked up in the rumors to notice it.” he looked at you deeply, like he was the first person in this entire school to see you.

“What about Lily Evans, is she too busy?” you questioned.

“I don’t know.” he shrugged, he was being honest. He hadn’t asked Lily what she was doing. “I asked you what you were doing, not Evans.” he smiled.

“Okay, I’ll go to the lake this weekend. But I swear if you push me in—” you started to get defensive but James only laughed.

“I’m not gonna push you in. What, are you afraid of water?” he teased.

“I can’t swim, and I’m not just saying that to sound cute. Like I would literally die if I fell in the water.” you replied honestly.

“Then I would save you.”

#james potter x reader #james potter x slytherin!reader #james potter imagine #james potter fluff #james potter angst #james potter x fem!reader #james potter

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@wolfstarmicrofic March 14 – prompt 14: Polyjuice Potion – word count 700

Polyjuice Potion - Temporarily transforms the drinker into another person

Remus looked up from his book as Sirius and James stumbled in from the portrait hole. It wasn’t unusual for those two to disappear somewhere together, but the fact that Sirius’s shirt and trousers were baggier than what he usually wore and, conversely, James’s were very tight was.

“Did you two finally shag and put each other’s clothes back on by mistake?” Lily piped up from the carpet where Peter was absolutely destroying her at chess.

“You wish, Evans,” Sirius said.

“Admit it, you can’t take your eyes off me like this,” James added, pirouetting to show the way his trousers were clinging to his skin.

Remus frowned. Something wasn’t right.

“There’s something weird about you two,” Mary voiced his thoughts from the armchair where she was braiding Marlene’s hair. “I mean, weirder than usual.”

James winked while Sirius passed a hand through his hair and suddenly it clicked.

“No!” Peter exclaimed, apparently having come to Remus’s same conclusion.

He got up and walked over to their friends, looking at them closely.

“You didn’t!” he stepped back, eyes wide.

“Did what, exactly?” Marlene asked.

“These two went and drank Polyjuice Potion!” Peter said. “How did you do it?”

“Slughorn’s personal stash,” James and Sirius chorused.

“Wait, so you,” Mary pointed at James, “are really Sirius?”

“Correct,” ‘James’ bowed.

“And you are actually James?” Lily pointed at Sirius.

“You know it, Evans,” ‘Sirius’ smiled.

Remus got up from the couch, eyes fixed on his friends. And then it clicked again.

“For how long will it last?” he asked.

“No clue,” ‘James’ smirked.

“We might be back to ourselves by tomorrow, or we might not,” ‘Sirius’ shrugged.

“But why did-“ Remus started before pinching the bridge of his nose. “No, you know what? Don’t tell me. I’m going to bed. Pete, you coming?”

It didn’t take long for the other two to follow them into the dorm, but it was enough. Peter closed his curtains with a yawn and Remus settled in bed as he peeked at ‘Sirius’ flop down on James’s bed while ‘James’ climbed into Sirius’s before turning the lights out with a flick of his wand. Remus waited a couple of minutes then he got up and tiptoed to Sirius’s bed, silently parting the curtains.

“Pads?” he called softly.

“Moony?” James’s voice hesitated.

“Why?”

Remus settled on the mattress, searching for Sirius’s hand and ending up taking one of James’s calloused hands in his.

“It was fun?”

“If you say so. But it’s weird for me, talking to you and hearing James’s voice instead…” Remus reached up and let his fingers wander on the other’s mouth, ignoring the strangled sound which came from it. He got closer. “Or feeling James’s lips…”

The kiss lasted a couple of seconds before three things happened all at once. ‘James’ jolted back from Remus with so much force he fell of the bed.

“PRONGS, DON’T YOU DARE KISS MY BOYFRIEND!” came from James’s bed.

“LUMOS MAXIMA!” Peter shouted from his.

Remus blinked against the light, taking in James sprawled on the floor, Sirius wide-eyed by James’s bed and Peter, wand in hand, smirking from his.

“You really thought you could play us?” Peter said. “Make your two best friends believe you had swapped bodies?”

“It was worth a try,” James grumbled.

“Not so sure,” Sirius said, eyes fixed on Remus.

“Boyfriend, eh?” Remus smiled.

“I mean…” Sirius blushed. “If you’d like?”

Remus shook his head, laughing.

“I’d love to, you idiot.”

Sirius crossed the room and jumped on the bed, kissing Remus fiercely.

“Fucking finally,” Remus heard Peter say.

“You knew?!” James exclaimed.

“Of course I knew, Prongs, I’ve got eyes.”

Remus laughed again in Sirius’s kiss and they let go of each other, both smiling.

“Well, I learned two new things today, then,” James said, getting up from the floor.

“One is Pads and Moony because you’re oblivious, but what’s the other one?” Peter asked.

James looked at Remus and immediately looked away, blushing.

“Apparently, I’m not straight,” he said.

“Prongs, what the hell?” Sirius groaned as Remus and Peter burst out laughing.

“And that’s what you get for playing your friends for fools,” Remus smirked, pecking his boyfriend on the cheek.

#sometimes James and Sirius are idiots #and sometimes Remus is a little shit #also Remus being James's queer awakening #wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #remus lupin #sirius black #remus x sirius #sirius x remus #marauders #marauders era #james potter #peter pettigrew #the marauders #the marauders era #lily evans #mary macdonald #marlene mckinnon #just writing (like i'm supposed to live)

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Green eyes VS green badge | R. A. B.

Second chapter of "One way ticket" | Ch. 1

pair> regulus black x lestrange! reader | > mentions of james potter x reader | > james potter x lily evans

summary> the hate between y/n and regulus is hidden from anyone else, but maybe his actions combined with a heartbreak aren't the best outcome for y/n

word count> 2.7k

warnings> regulus being a jerk, again? reader being kind of a teacher's pet? mentions of discrimination based on blood purity; nothing else, in my opinion, feel free to tell me if i should add anything!

a/n> THIS WAS WRITTEN IN ONE GO, HOLY SHIT. I DID NOT PROOFREAD IT. thank u guys for all the support showed here<3 its crazy, honestly. the tag list is open for this series, so feel free to send me an ask or a comment of you want to be added! also, i have a thought and idk, i'd make this idea more detailed but on wattpad, and keep it a little shorter here, what do you think?

There were four simple rules that Y/N needed to follow since she could talk and understand what she was being told.

The first one was that she could never, ever in her whole life disobey her father – he was the only one who cared for her, for her future, for her dignity and he was the only one who wished to see her become a strong and powerful witch; that’s what he claimed, at least.

The second one was that she was not allowed to ever question the Dark Lord’s word – her father said that Tom Riddle, his old friend, was the one who told him to keep her, to raise her and protect her as a father should. In other words, she has a dad because a bald snake-looking man said she was worth the effort.

The third one, one with a great significance, was that she should not interact with Mudbloods more than necessary – which was, in her opinion, pretty confusing, given the fact that Voldemort himself was a Half-blood. But, she could not put that problem to a question because she would break rule number one and rule number two at the same time.

The last one was simple – don’t be a disappointment, don’t ruin the family’s image.

And that’s how she lived her life until her first year at Hogwarts. That’s when she started to disobey her dad by giving up on rule number three and talk to all her colleagues – nothing more than acquaintances, though, because the other Purebloods could mock her for doing so. She learned that everyone should be treated equally, no matter the blood that was running in their veins – they were all wizards, after all. That’s a reason she got close to James Potter last year, in her fourth one. The older boy was shocked to see a Slytherin act that politely towards a first-year Muggleborn Gryffindor and jokingly asked her if she was sick. He said she was not like the others. He said she was quite nice.

They had a few other accidental meetings in the hallway, and without realizing Y/N started to get nervous around him; her heart would beat faster when she’d hear his voice in the Great Hall and her cheeks would burn when she’d wake up from another dream about him – that was her first crush ever. While at the final party of the year, where only a few Slytherins were invited – it was hosted by the Marauders, after all – Y/N was kissed by James. The party was at the end, she wanted to leave and he offered to walk her back to the Dungeons. It was the best night of her life, she finally felt seen, heard, liked. Maybe it was because of their encounters, maybe because James could see behind her social mask or maybe it was simply because of all the firewhiskey and beer, but he kissed her. He really kissed her, right at the door of the Slytherin’s common room. He grabbed her waist, cupped her cheek and even groaned against her lips when she gathered the courage to put her hands in his dark curly hair. He smiled at her and wished her a great summer, and then walked off backwards, still watching her.

That’s why she was excited all summer to get back at Hogwarts. That’s why she was determined to learn more about Muggleborns, to change her life and morals. That’s why she started fighting her father when he’d open the topic of marriage – James was, of course, a Pureblood, as Cyrus wished for his only child, but he was also a blood traitor. She never told her dad about him, but she wouldn’t even once let him get the idea that she was willing to marry one of his friends’ sons. They were all pricks, and she was only thinking about James.

That’s why her heart broke on the train – he wouldn’t even look at her. That’s why now, a few days after, she still looks like the train hit her. That’s what she thought, at least, because everyone else complimented her new jewelry, her hair, her nail polish, every stupid and insignificant thing. Her eyes had dark circles under them, her skin felt strange and her appetite was nowhere to be found.

“Don’t you like the porridge?” asks Evan and points to her bowl.

His sister, Pandora, gets her head out of the tarot book and scoff in disapproval. “Could you mind your business, Evan?” She should be at the Ravenclaw table, but she really likes to spent time with them.

Y/N only smiles to them and pushes away the bowl. “You can have it, Evan, I’m not that hungry,” she winks in his direction and starts writing on her parchments again.

Because that’s what she does – that’s the only way not to look at the other side of the room, at the Gryffindor table. She studies over her Potions’ notes, her first class from that day. Professor Slughorn announced another meeting of the Slug Club and her new goal was to get invited, again. There are a few girls that get to be invited to those dinners, and Y/N was one of them but Horace liked to see new faces from now and then.

“You really want to go,” mutters Bruce Mulciber, looking at her with a bored expression. Edmund Avery hits his arm in a not-that-subtle manner and smiles at her widely.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are while studying, Y/N? So smart,” the boy says and winks in her direction.

“How disgusting,” Pandora whispers at their behavior. Y/N nods her head and smiles politely to Edmund, while wishing she could slam his head to the table until she’d see blood. But that would definitely against any existing rule – both Hogwarts’ and her father’s.

She gets up and starts gathering her belongings, taking a last sip from her tea cup. “I have to go, guys. Evan, I’ll see you in Potions, right?”

“Yeah, I have to wait for Regulus, though,” he informs her and grabs her porridge bowl, smiling thankful in her way.

Y/N laughs and grabs her parchments, drinking the remaining tea in her cup. While at it, a body slams into hers and the contact makes her to drop the tea on her notes, her white shirt and her shoes. And there’s silence.

“Sorry,” says in a blank tone no one else than Regulus Black. His uniform is perfect, his hair is put in place and he even got the chance to get away from Y/N before any drop could be on him. “I didn’t see you there.”

She wants to shout. She wants to scream at him, grab her wand and curse him. She wants him to be as embarrassed as she is now, wet and watched by the entire dining hall. But she can’t. She got her father’s temper but she learned from him how to handle it. She needs to handle it.

“Regulus,” she says in a happy tone, “Evan was waiting for you,” it’s the only thing that comes out of her mouth as she looks only at him. Not at her housemates, her friends, or even over her shoulder at the boy who froze there with his friends, who are laughing at her.

“Yeah, I know,” he mutters. “Let’s go, Rosier,” he demands in a now friendly voice. “Horace is waiting in the classroom; he probably wants to talk about the Slug Club.”

That’s when Y/N forgets about everything and in the silence of her mind there is only Regulus’ voice. He probably wants to talk about the Slug Club. Still with a smile on her face, she gets her robes from the bench, wave goodbye to her friends and starts walking away. She cannot resists the temptation and looks at the Gryffindor table. He’s there, with Sirius on his left, laughing with his friends. After she leaves the Great Hall there’s a feeling of pressure on her whole body. Was he laughing of her? He could never, right? She was quite nice, after all.

Before entering the Potions class, she stood there for a few minutes, calming down. Now she’s putting on her dark robes, the silver snake shining on the green badge. As she’s buttoning it up, the steps of her colleagues echo through the dark corridor.

“There you are, Y/N,” sights Evan. He’s followed by Barty Crouch Jr and Regulus, who watches her like she’s sick with a blood curse. “You went ahead without looking back.”

“Oh, yeah, I got to make sure my robes cover the whole…” she looks only for a second at Regulus, “tea accident.” She says it while chuckling, like it was just a silly little accident which could happen to anyone. But not anyone would get away clean like he did after that kind of an accident.

“And yet you look worse than before,” Regulus speaks and his eyes points at her now clearly stained shirt. “Let’s go, boys, I’m sure Y/N knows how to dress herself,” he scoffs and smiles to her.

The other two boys follow him along and she sits there, blood boiling in her veins. Her anger is born because of two persons – her father, because he’d kill her if she was arguing with another Pureblood in public, especially Orion Black’s son, and Regulus Black, for being such and arse.

Horace Slughorn, however, didn’t seem to be that preoccupied by her entrance. He greeted her and went on with his lesson and for Merlin knows what time she finds herself thinking about Regulus, and how she’d strangle him with the tie around his neck if given the opportunity. Regulus has that power, to awake something in her that only wants to hurt him, to make him suffer and get out those cold eyes – maybe she could make a pair of earrings out of them. He was right besides her, sitting with Evan while she tried to ignore Barty’s jokes about their professor. Sometimes, she wishes so much to be away from them – she feels suffocated to be near them at school and also at home, when her father would take her with him at different events, but there’s no way that she could cross his word. You will act nice towards any pureblood kid, they are the only ones that deserve it – they are you only equals.

“That’s all for today, my dear students,” announces Slughorn and claps his hands together. “You have to write an essay about today’s lesson, in order for me to see that everything was very clear.”

She puts away her quill and ink and starts rolling the parchments that she took notes on. Barty plays drums in the wood of the table and Evan hits him behind his head with his notes. The two of them laugh and she can’t help but her Regulus’ scoff at their silly action.

“Oh, Mister Black, Miss Lestrange, could you stay for a little? I have something to tell you,” Slughorn says happily and goes over to his desk at the front of class.

“Yes, professor,” they both say and get up. They both also look at each other, eyes burning with annoyance.

“We’ll see you outside, ok?” asks Evan.

“Go on, don’t wait,” is the only answer he receives from Regulus before he goes first to Slughorn, Y/N right after him.

“Oh, my two favorite students!” the professor says as they remain alone in the classroom. “I hope the first days where excellent, kids.”

“Of course, sir,” Y/N smiles and Slughorn can’t help but lays his eyes a little longer on her, on her clothes. She was the only one that wore the robes during class.

“How are your parents, hm?” His question sits uneasy on them both. Y/N does not look at Regulus, Regulus does not look at Y/N – they both hope the other one will talk first.

And because she remembers her father’s words, she opens her mouth. “My father sends his greetings, sir. He got me a new potions book that I’ve read over the summer,” she says and accepts happily the proud nod from her professor.

“Very good, I’m pleased to hear that the vacation didn’t stop your liking for studying,” he laughs in a soft manner. “Right, Regulus? Miss Lestrange here sure is a great housemate, keeping our pride safe,” now is the Horace Slughorn, Head of Slytherin, that’s talking.

She sees with the corner of her eye that his body tenses. “Of course, professor,” he forces himself to say.

“Right,” Horace claps his hands together again, excited. “You two are the brightest students in my house, that’s the reason I’m sure you two will be also the brightest Prefects that Hogwarts has and will ever see!” He hands them the green badges, the word PREFECT being written on it with silver letters. “I’m sure you’ll make me very proud, children,” he says.

“You can be sure of it, sir. We’ll do our best,” Y/N smiles and looks at the metal badge from between her fingers.

“That’s all,” the professor says. “Come on, go to your business, I have another class now.”

She bites her tongue and smiles polite at him, before turning around.

“What about the Slug Club, sir?”

Regulus Black was not the most talkative person Y/N knew, but he sure was stubborn.

“Oh, Merlin, I nearly forgot! Of course, Mister Black, you and Miss Lestrange are more than welcome, I thought that’s already settled,” he said and smiled at them – Horace Slughorn wanted to make sure that the kids of two important families in the Wizarding World liked him as a teacher.

As soon as they leave the class, Regulus scoffs, the sound echoing in the corridor. “Maybe you’ll learn how to dress now that I’m forced to spend even more time with you.”

His voice is mocking, rude and teasing. Now that they’re alone, they can finally act how they really wish to. Y/N grabs the wand from her robes’ pocket and points it at Regulus, who’s now pressed against the stone wall and grins at her.

“If you ever try to outsmart me again, Black, I swear I’m gonna Crucio you,” she spats the words in his face and only for a second Regulus’ face drops, his eyes looking at the tip of the wand before returning at her face.

“Only if you’d be capable of doing something like that, you pathetic try of a witch,” he says and grabs her wand, pushing it away from his face.

“You really have a death wish?” she asks annoyed by his eyes that watch her with superiority, his curved lips that laugh at her.

“Careful, Y/N, you wouldn’t want you-know-who to find out what a brave and cruel witch you are, right? He may like it,” he laughs and walks away from her, leaving her alone at the door of the Potions’ class.

For a moment, she’s alone. And there’s silence. She looks at the green badge in her hand and exhales all the air in her lungs. And then, there’s laughter. And there’re steps which walk in her direction, and she wants to leave but she freezes pressed against the wall, right where Regulus was only a moment ago.

James Potter is walking beside a ginger girl; tall and beautiful and dressed in a red uniform, matching his. He makes her laugh as she’s playfully hitting his arm, telling him to stop. Y/N just stays there, and James doesn’t even seem to notice her. But the girl does – Y/N recognizes her as Lily Evans, the Muggleborn girl in James’ year. Lily’s green eyes watch Y/N as she sits there, badge in her hand, and the older witch smiles at her. She ignores James for a moment, giving Y/N a thumbs-up before pointing to her red badge, which had written HEADGIRL on it.

As they enter the room, Y/N starts walking away. She feels sad, maybe, heartbroken, even. She’s not sure. But she’s sure that she’s furious, angry, mad. Her father was right. Mudbloods and blood traitors deserve nothing.

And that’s only because James Potter picked the green eyes over the green badge.

#slytherin #angst #hogwarts #smut #regulus black #regulus x reader #slytherin reader #the black family #x reader #one way ticket #lestrange reader #james potter x reader #james potter x lily evans #the marauders #marauders era #sirius black #remus lupin

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rottin6 · 16 days

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layla beloved your frat initiation bartylily chasing-in-the-woods concept is something that i think about…. so frequently. haunts me. i don’t even need you write it atp i just need more THOUGHTS 😭

stopppp it i'm giggling at the thought of them 'cause they're so nasty @sommerregenjuniluft is wholly partly to blame

like picture it, frat boy barty daddy issues barty n trust fund barty all in one, like my guy has issues on top of issues. he's made to go to uni by his dad and (idk how frats work i am british) he's in his third and final year of his degree, and he's the president of the frat obviously cause so was his dad and so was his dad and so on

lily, however, loathes him. she thinks the absolute worst of him but she's never even spoken to him. she just hates what he comes from and all that stuff. she's doing a journalism degree and writes for the college paper, like she's on her grind trying to get through uni

one day lily gets some inside scoop that barty's frat is hosting an initiation ritual that apparently happens every night but no one actually knows what goes down so she makes it her mission to get in so she can publish it in the paper and ruin his image and all that jazz

AND THEN she gets there the night of the ritual and barty sees her and he knows who she is cause she hates him that much and and the ritual basically

the existing frat boys are recruiting the new year boys and as part of the initiation they get chased in the woods and the older years wear masks n shit and it’s fucked up in every sense, like they get their chase and it’s perverted and just so…barty if that makes sense

but it’s just an initiation for the boys, no one else at all so lily has to sneak in and she thinks she’s all slick hiding behind trees n stuff but then

barty creeps up behind her, an ache in the pit of his stomach. even in the night, he hates how he can recognise her by her stupid red hair. there’s an animalistic urge to pull on it, to yank her back into him, but instead he snakes his arm around her throat, his bicep pressing on her pulse. his other hand covers her mouth and he can feel the way her body shakes, how it squirms against him, and he tuts, shaking his head.

now obviously lily fights back, she hits her head back into his face and his lip’s bleeding and all but my barty’s huge, like this guy is built so he’s stronger than her and he’s had enough—he tightens his hold on her, pinning her against the tree and he’s pissed as fuck. he’s pressing his body against hers so she can’t move, also holding her by her throat cause he likes the feel of her panicking and how she gulps. he’s grinning like a madman, wiping the blood off his lip with his thumb and he’s all like “you can’t come and not play the game, doll.” and she’s crying, shaking her head and she’s begging him to stop but but

he lifts a leg up, pushing his knee on her stomach and he begins to undo his belt with one hand, the other stroking the side of her face. it’d be romantic in any other situation if not for the fact that lily thinks she’s well and truly going to die. he spits on the ground to the side of them, his thick cock pulsing at the sight of her tears. he relishes in the view, at her lips quivering and the way she still begs him to stop. it’s cute, he thinks.

and then at some other point

“are you—are you getting off on this?” barty snickers, his fingers trailing across the dampness on her panties. he watches the way she closes her eyes tight, her lips parting slightly. “you’re a sick bitch, y’know that, doll? a pretty fuckin whore, coming out here, thinkin’—thinkin’ you can just do what you want, hm?”

but she still struggles against him, trying to fight cause that’s just lily evans but he’s licking his lips, shaking his head and the next thing she knows is he’s taking out a gun from the waistband of his jeans, he’s got it to the bottom of her chin, murmuring, “i really wish you wouldn’t do that,” but she doesn’t care, she tries to wriggle out of his hold and he tightens his grip on her, moving the gun to her forehead, “don’t fuckin move. you move and i’ll fuckin shoot you, okay? you got it?”

“barty, please...” lily pleads with him, as he yanks her by her hair.

“barty, please,” he mocks. “jesus, you're fucking pathetic. you’re lucky that i haven't put a bullet in that pretty fucking skull of yours yet.”

and at some point she’s running again, after kicking him in the groin obviously and he’s chasing after her, he’s in love with the chase, getting so high off it and then he’s tackling her to the ground, mud over the both of them. he’s on top of her, gripping her by both her dimples and pushing her face down into the ground

“i know the shit you say about me, what you write about me in that—in that little paper of yours.” he’s breathing heavily, pulling the zipper down on his jeans as he mounts over her. “i should kill you right now,” he whispers heavily against her ear. “but that's not what you want, is it? you want me to fuck you, right here on the dirty fucking ground, don’t you?” he smiles, demented. and he moves the gun down to her mouth. "just a dirty little whore that wants to get filled with dick, right?"

and then they have hot steamy sex in the middle of the woods 🏌🏽‍♀️

#saints tag #thank you for opening the lid on this box for me #it needs to get done desperately #i just don’t think i’ll do it justice for what i have exactly in my head #i wrote half of this in the club so apologies for any mistakes #they were playing some shitty ass song and i thought yknow what i miss my parents let’s write em #there’s other things i want to happen too #but i feel like it’d be too….much #like i don’t wanna throw every depraved kink under the sun in this but also #it needs to be them and that’s what they are to me?????#anyway i hope this satisfied ur needs for now saints love u and enjoy!!!#bartylily #barty crouch jr #lily evans #layla writes #ask layla #marauders #marauders smut #bartylily smut

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cardigan / james potter

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james potter x fem reader

angst

word count: 1.1k

in which james knows she’s the wendy to his peter, but she keeps slipping from his grasp

but i knew you’d linger like a tattoo kiss, i knew you’d haunt all of my what-ifs

a/n: sooo i was originally gonna make this a folklore love triangle series but i wrote this oneshot cause its all i had energy for and i actually love it kinda but i hate it at the same time since it’s so so rushed- i really wanted to get something out for you guys. i don’t even really know how to categorize it because there’s not even that much dialogue or characterization, it’s more just my interpretation of a cardigan james potter fic. this isn’t proofread haha so i sincerely apologize for any errors. i might make an august and a betty oneshot as well but this is what i have for now because i’m super burnt out! thank you for reading, i love and appreciate you all <3

requests are open!

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she’s walking along the side of the road when it hits her. it’s late, rainy. the faint glow of streetlights above her provide all the light she needs. but the darkness, the lack of laughter- his laughter- is what makes her remember.

it wasn’t always lonely with james. he’s always emulated love and light. at one point, she thought he was overflowing with it. love poured out of his words, his mouth, his lips. stars spilled from his eyes, that ever-present twinkle. his hands made magic. everyone who’s met james has always known this. but she, naively, thought there was enough of his love to go around.

it had run out in august. the apologetic phone calls stopped coming, and so did he. there were no more pebbles thrown at her window late at night, no more secrets shared in the stolen hours that james spent in her bed, sneaking back out of the window at dawn as if he was never there in the first place. she would watch smiling from the windowsill as he climbed down the lattice, nimbly jumping the last few feet and blowing her a quick kiss. and as the sun rose, she would observe silently, wondering how lucky she was to be in love with a boy like james potter.

but she doesn’t watch the sun rise anymore. how can she, when it is what reminds her the most of him? she doesn’t do a lot of things anymore. she’s quieter now, a shell of a girl. she doesn’t talk for hours on end now, playing with the cord of the landline, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. softly-whispered “i love you”s are reserved for diaries and love letters he’ll never read now, not james on the other end of the phone. and try as she must, she can’t stop remembering the sound of his voice: warm dark roast, the texture of crushed velvet armchairs. the way he talked too fast sometimes, words jumbled together from enthusiasm. the way some of his words were thick over the phone, muffled by pillows pressed against his face, and others were so thin you could hear their hearts beating through the line.

and then all of the memories and sacred words shared, were gone in the span of a single song.

the streamers had adorned the school gym. her favorite song was playing- how could she not dance? and james wasn’t there yet, although he’d said he would be. sure, he had a tendency for being late. but he loved her- right? later he would argue that she danced with that guy from math class just to make him jealous (which, admittedly, was not a difficult feat- james was infamous for his protectiveness)- but in reality, all she wanted was a chance to spin in her highest heels. to shine.

but james was arrogant, too. he’d danced with lily evans just to spite her back, and when she’d spotted him from the far side of the gym, she’d fled. she saw it in his face- the way something had changed. and so she walked home on cobblestone streets, holding her heels in her hands, wishing she’d never needed to shine in the first place.

she can’t forget any of it. not when he came to her door, that night of the dance. standing in the soft light of the porch at midnight, a frown muddling his features, a bouquet of flowers in his arms. lilies and hyacinths and daisies, her favorites. in fact, all three are planted in her garden. she often dreamed they’d get married there- a backyard wedding, with friends and family and florals everywhere. she would wear a flower crown with her veil, and james would have some sort of pretty boutonniere. but that image had been fleeting, drifting from her mind as she’d accepted his apology, and given one back. he’d pulled her into a deep hug, but she remembers him turning around to walk home. he’d given her a smile she couldn’t quite decipher, a look of bittersweetness and sadness and love all at once. his dark brown eyes bore into hers, but the usual smile-crinkles on his face were gone, and his curly hair fell flat, illuminated by the streetlights.

she’d known, then, that he wanted more. but up until summer, she’d still thought that was enough.

they’d gotten into another fight in july. she can’t even remember what it was about now. she can’t remember a lot of things. but she’s never forgotten his words.

“i’m only seventeen, i don’t know anything, i’m sorry, i-”

her response had been bullets, words ricocheting off the walls. “you don't know what, james? if you love me or not?”

of course he had. he was james potter, after all- the type of boy to stop the car on the side of the road to pick flowers, the type of boy to wear red converse and learn how to braid hair, the type of boy to know if a girl was the one on the first date. he wasn’t the kind of person who stood there, tongue tied, eyes brimming with hurt, and stayed silent.

but humans are messy, complex, inexplicable. they constantly change, and he had changed right before her eyes. the shell of the boy he used to be, with no reason other than the summer sun.

so then came august, inevitably. a blur of strawberry blonde sand and salty waves, long legs twisted in bedsheets and sunkissed skin fading into memory. james had laughed away his emotions; she’d cried them all out, every last teardrop. they were right back at square one, two sides of the same coin. and now here she is, under the same sky he’d kissed her for the first time under, wondering how on earth anyone could ever stop loving james potter.

because the truth was, he was her neverland. that childish grin of his, the way he could transport her back in time by weaving a daisy crown or putting on a nostalgic song on his record player. but he’d always thought she was his tinkerbell, forever by his side and sprinkling fairy dust wherever she went. he could patch her broken wings- he knew he could. but the thing about wendys, true wendys, are that they grow up without notice sometimes, and oftentimes they possess a sense of vulnerability that peter pan will always shy away from.

she was magic, but she was also james’s cardigan. whenever he put her on, called her his favorite, the warmth of their relationship seemed to ebb away. moth holes appeared- tattered sleeves grew tight- and time passed. but he always came back, and she always let him back in. the wendy to his peter, forevermore.

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crazyk-imagine · 10 months

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Dogs are more Superior to Wolves

Pairing: Sirius Black x Gryffindor!reader, Lily Potter nee Evans x James Potter Characters: Sirius Black, Gryffindor!reader, Lily Potter nee Evans, James Potter, Remus Lupin, Alice Longbottom nee Fortescue, Marlene McKinnon

Briefly mentioned: Peter Pettigrew, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley Warnings: Fluff, angst, wow it’s like a dagger being twisted in the gut angst, reader and sirius made a promise, this is sadly my fav sirius fic to have written this year, peter is a dick, don’t really know where this was going, idk why it’s always sirius, remus, and george who get my angst feels, no regrets, remus may have had a crush on the reader but no one knows for sure Word Count: 2,385

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You back away from him and walk away, seeing that he’s more interested in your friend anyway.

Why try and fight to get someone’s attention when they clearly aren’t interested in you.

You sigh and aim for the astronomy tower, knowing no one will be there right now.

You set your books down and walks towards the railing, staring down into the lower level, wondering if it’d be wise to hide there forever or- you’re being too dramatic.

You spin around and walk towards the other railing, thinking that staring out into the school grounds would do you better. “I wish I,” the words die, you don’t know what else to say.

Sirius finds himself in the tower for- no particular reason but he does feel the need to check on you, especially since Remus showed interest in you and, well.

It took him seeing his friend talking to yours, to realize he meant her and not you.

He can’t exactly be blamed for thinking Remus meant you because you and… whatever her name is, have similar features.

He steps away from the door, glancing back every so often, not waning Filch to catch him and give him detention for the third time this week. “If you say anything that has to do with you not being enough for my idiot of a friend, I wouldn’t say it.”

You jump and let out a high pitch scream. “For Merlin’s sake!” You spin around and see the infamous and rebellious Black brother, standing before you. “What are- what are you doing here?”

He shrugs, “not much.”

You narrow your eyes at him, “why do I not believe you?”

“First off, that’s rude.” He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “I take offense to that. But seriously,” he stands beside you. “You shouldn’t take offense because he doesn’t like you-”

“I’m not offended.”

“Sad, whatever. It’s all the same right now. Don’t be sad, you’re going to find that special someone.”

A soft, sad chuckle escapes you. “That was- that was really kind of you. I was not expecting that.”

“You weren’t expecting me to be so nice, right?” He nudges your side gently with his elbow.

“No, so, thank you.”

“I mean it by the way.”

“I was hoping so.”

“I’m not this nice to just anyone.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“It’s getting late.”

You look up from staring at the ground and stare up at the dark sky. “I guess it is.”

“Grab your things and I’ll walk you back to the dorms.”

“Oh, no.” You shake your head. “You don’t have to.”

“I know I don’t have to, but I want to.”

"Are you sure?"

He nods. "And if you ask me one more time, I'll leave you here."

You chuckle and reach down for your books, only for them to be taken from you. "Didn't you just tell me to grab my books?"

"I did, didn't I?" He says, finding himself amusing.

"I can carry something; I won't make you carry it all."

"Nope, I got it. It'll help me build my muscles."

"Oh, I see. You help me and you get more girls to fawn over you. Isn't every girl here interested in the lot of you?"

He opens his mouth to reply but can't think of anything to counteract your question. "Not every girl."

"Took you long enough to say something."

He nudges you with his elbow and almost drops all of your belongings in the process.

You shake your head and continue walking ahead, leaving him to suffer.

“We’re here,” you shift, unsure of what to do next.

He notices and it warms him he hands you your items and bids you goodnight.

You whisper the password to the girls' dorms and go to your bed.

Lily turns and glances over at you. “Where were you? You weren’t at dinner.”

“I... needed some fresh air.”

“Fresh air, huh?”

“Shut up, Leenie.”

Marlene only cackles as she passes by you. “Don’t worry, I’m not judging,” she sits at the edge of her bed, removing her boots. “I was out too.”

“Yes, but we all know what you do. We don’t know what our lovely pure angel was doing out so late,” Lily says, teasing you.

You roll your eyes and start getting ready for bed.

“Is there a reason I saw an extremely excited Sirius roaming the halls?”

You don’t look at Marlene.

She gasps, giggling. “You two were doing it.”

“Marlene,” Lily gasps.

Alice shushes you three.

“Sorry, Ally,” Marlene chuckles. “But were you with him?”

“He found me after I... left the hall.”

“It was because he was talking to her again, right?”

You don’t respond.

“It’s okay,” the redhead tries to console you.

“It doesn’t matter, I shouldn’t live my life crying because some boy doesn’t like me.”

“That’s the spirit.”

“And that doesn’t mean that I’ll take after you and find every boy I can.” The blonde scoffs, “I take offense to that.”

You only smile in return.

A couple of days later is when things get interesting because instead of one friend, it’s two who find you in the astronomy tower.

You glance up from your books.

“Sirius told me you made a friend, but I didn’t believe him.”

You blink once, “why are you two here?”

“We were bored.”

A faint explosion goes off from down the corridor.

You raise a brow, “you two do something?”

James glances at Sirius, “us?”

The longer haired boy shakes his head, “never.”

“What brings you here?”

Sirius smiles and takes a seat by you. "Boredom. Then I got to thinking about this place and then he followed me."

You let out a quiet, "ah."

"Why do you hide up here? Why not hangout with your friends or go to the library?" James asks.

"I- uh- I like the quiet. My friends are loud or have plans with their study groups and or boyfriend. And the library isn't as quiet as I'd like it to be."

"I'm hardly there but I'll take your word for it."

"Now, that I believe," you tease Sirius.

He sticks his tongue out at you.

James glances between the two of you, knowing that his friend is developing feelings for you, which is great for him then he can have someone to go on dates with when he and Lily go out for butter beer, or she needs candy.

"How long have you two known each other?" You ask, wanting to get to know them (and fill the silence before Sirius casts a spell on all your books).

A couple hours later the boys decide it's time to go down for dinner, dragging you alongside them of course.

"I'm glad I joined this toad today."

"Oh, yeah?"

He nods, "now I know who my Lily pad talks about all the time."

You shake your head. "She always gushes about you, you know. She's really proud of you."

"Oh?"

"There's just one thing I don't get."

"What's that?"

"How could this dog land such a smart and pretty lady such as yourself?"

You don't look in his direction as your cheeks heat up.

"Alright, that's enough." Sirius throws his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. "You've got one girl, don't come after mine."

The three of you enter the dining hall and your friends plus Remus glance your way.

The wolf raises a brow, wondering when the three of you became friends (same thoughts run through Lily, Marlene, and Alice plus Remus's new girlfriend, Cindy).

None of you glance over at them until you're sitting down beside the girls.

Marlene wiggles her brows at you causing Alice and Lily to giggle.

"What's got you three in such a giggly mood?" Remus asks.

They glance at one another before focusing back on their meals. “Nothing.”

He furrows his brows, wondering why they’re being so weird and glances over at you, knowing you’d be more likely to give him an answer but notices the way you and Sirius interact with one another.

You glance back at the wolf, sensing his eyes watching you two. You offer a small smile; he does the same. You wonder if this is what closure feels like, even if it had been days after crying over him, it’s like you’ve found something better.

The boy beside you nudges you and whispers, “you, okay?”

You turn your head towards him and nod. “Good, I don’t like to see you so sad.”

You’ve never had someone say that to you, it makes you feel different, a good kind of different.

You giggle as arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Hello to you to, Sirius.”

He rests his chin on your shoulder. “How’d you know?”

You pretend to think about it. “Oh, I don’t know. There was a familiar presence around you, and I just knew.”

“I don’t know whether to be flattered or not.”

“Not,” James says, popping up on the other side of you.

“How are stud?” You ask him, taking in his appearance. “Are you feeling a little nervous?”

The man shakes his head, “me? Nervous about asking her to marry me? Never.”

Sirius pulls away from you and pats his friend’s shoulder. “You got this. We’ve managed to make it out of that school without Minnie coming after us.”

They chuckled.

“This is where I leave you,” you try to walk away.

James budges his friend, whispering, “you need to ask her out before I have my own kid.”

“Yeah, yeah, I got it. I just- I want it to be special.”

“It will be once you man up and ask her… you know Remus was asking about you two the other day.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, what’d you tell him?”

“The truth.”

“Why?”

“Because- why would I need to lie to him? He knows you to act like you’re in a relationship but aren’t in one. What was I supposed to tell him? You’re married with a child?”

“Yes!”

“Well, now I know for next time.”

“Next time? Next time, I’m gonna-”

James takes off, running away from his friend.

You know where they are, they planned on staying in because they knew it wasn’t going to be very safe. You haven’t seen or heard from Peter since last week, which concerned you, especially with everything.

You told Sirius you were going to stay behind and fight, he didn’t agree with you.

“No, you’re not going out there on your own.”

“I am going to fight. That boy needs to grow up in a world where there is no evil lurking around every corner, waiting to get him. I am fighting and you can’t stop me.”

He sighs. “Be safe?”

“Always, you know you’re the one who takes the immaturity with you.”

He lets out a sad chuckle and holds your head in his hands. “When this is over, I want to take you out, okay?”

You nod, sniffling, “yeah. I like that plan.”

“Good because you were getting a date whether you wanted one or not.”

That earns a chuckle from you.

You two stare into each other’s eyes, not wanting to look away.

The two men stare at the rat they once called a friend.

“You’re lying,” Sirius hisses at him.

“Why would I lie when you both know the truth?”

“You’re once and forever a rat. You lied about being alive this entire time. Why would we believe you when you say she’s dead?”

“Because you don’t want to believe the truth.”

The two don’t know why they’re here, they didn’t want to see it.

They hoped he was wrong, and you were still around somewhere, safe. But now, they stare at the headstone with your name and a piece of them dies.

“Wh-”

“Pads…”

“She’s gone? But we- no. She made me a promise. She promised me.”

“Pads, I think we should-”

“I finally did it.”

Remus decides it’s even more tiring to try and fight him. ”You did what?”

“The one thing none of us thought I could. I finally asked her out. I mean, it was before we went our separate ways, but I asked her out. She cried when she said said yes. At first, I thought it was because I had asked her out.”

“And no one would have blamed her.”

They chuckle.

“But what if- what if she was crying because she knew she couldn’t make it, like she knew she wasn’t going to make it to see the end of it.” He shakes his head, “it reminded me of when we first met.”

“She was crying when you two met?”

“Yeah, the kicker was she actually had a crush on you and then I got to know her.”

Remus turns to look at his friend, “she did?”

“Yeah, I think it was a big one too, it took her a while before she found closure.”

The wolf lets out a quiet, “oh.” Unsure of how to feel, he never thought you had a crush on him. Would he have asked you out had he known, who knows?

“I don’t know if she actually liked me or wanted to go out, but I was happy to hear her answer.”

“She did.”

“You think?”

“I know she did, she gave you the same looks you gave her.”

“What looks were those?”

“Like you were in love.”

“Maybe we were… I was just too late to say anything about it.”

“She treasured the moments you shared until the very end, I know because you do and that’s what was keeping you half sane in your cell.”

Sirius shrugs, “maybe.”

“Do you think anyone else knew who she was?”

“The kids don’t. When that rat talked about her, the kids were confused.”

“Maybe we should tell them a story about her and Harry’s parents. I know he’d be happy to hear more about them.”

“You think we’ll have time; the second war is coming sooner than anyone would have hoped for.”

“You sound like me right now.”

“I know, it’s awful.”

“Let’s go back and find Harry.”

“Good idea.”

Sirius swears he heard a voice whisper, “I do love you.” As he walks away.

This time he walks out of the graveyard with a familiar warmth in his heart.

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Day 21 - Prompt: Wish @pandalilymicrofics

February Daily Series - 882 words

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“Lily?” Pandora called, surprised the redhead wasn’t standing outside the medium’s tent. “Where did you go?”

“Well, well. Look who I found.”

She knew that voice. Dread settled heavy in her gut as she slowly turned around. Of all the people that she was prepared to face, he wasn’t one of them.

He was taller than she expected. Evan rarely went for tall blokes, but this one was obviously an exception. The man stood a full foot taller than her and she had to step back to look him over.

Barty had dark hair with faded green highlights and tattoos covering every inch of pale skin that showed through his ripped jeans and heavily stained t-shirt. The head of a snake curling up the side of his neck disappeared under his jaw. He eyed her with disgust as his lip curled into a sneer.

“You’re one of those…I should have guessed. I bet you think you can see the future in a crystal ball too,” he snarked, nodding toward the medium’s tent.

“What do you want?”

“An explanation, to start. I think you owe me that, at least.”

“I don’t owe you anything,” she retorted, crossing her arms over her chest.

Barty straightened up and sauntered forward. His eyes narrowed as he approached. “That’s where you’re wrong. You pushed me too far.”

Pandora stuck her hand in her pocket and fumbled for her mobile. She pulled it out and frantically texted Sirius. He was the only one here who would understand why Regulus needed to hide.

🐼: 🚩Barty🚩

🐼: 🫥Reg

He slapped the phone out of her hand and leaned in too close. His breath reeked of weed and she could practically taste the acrid scent of Red Bull. Barty poked her shoulder and glared.

“I get it. I fucked it up with Reg, but Evan? He’s different.”

“Get my brother’s name out of your filthy mouth,” she snapped, shoving him away with all of her strength. Pandora darted out of the shade of the stall and into the sun.

Despite his slim form, Barty was both solid and fast. He stumbled back a few steps, but didn’t fall. Barty reached out and grabbed her wrist, then yanked her back and shook her hard. Fear paralysed Pandora as he quickly immobilised her arms behind her back and pinned her against the stall with his chest.

“Nice try! You need to answer me, you little cunt. Why did you—”

“Pandora? Who is this?” Lily’s voice shot adrenaline into her veins.

Pandora lunged at Barty, kicking and flailing wildly until he lost his hold. “You bastard! I wish that I hunted you down the first time. You thought I’d let you break my brother too?”

“It wasn’t — stop it! Listen! — that’s not what it was like — for fuck’s sake…stop! — it was different. I was different with Evan!”

“Too little, too late, arsehole!”

Pandora’s knee connected with his bollocks at the same time that Lily lunged at her. She was jerked away from Barty just as he staggered backwards with a sickly expression and his hands clutched to his groin. Lily wrapped her up in a hug and dragged her away from the man that Pandora left writhing in agony on the ground.

“Are you alright? Did he hurt you?” Lily asked.

She promptly tripped over a box of handmade toys in front of the neighbouring stall and fell, bringing Pandora with her. They toppled to the ground in a mass of limbs and Pandora landed awkwardly in her lap. The fall knocked the wind out of her and she struggled to regain it.

“Sorry!” Lily said as she shoved Pandora’s tangled skirt down past her knees and smoothed it out. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, no. I’m fine. Really, I’m—”

Thunderous footsteps approached and when Pandora looked up, she found Regulus running full speed toward her with a crowd of people chasing after him. Several were shouting his name, but he ignored them as he called for her instead.

“Panda! Where are you? Panda!”

“Here! Regulus, I have her!” Lily called out suddenly, waving a hand.

He redirected at once and darted into the tent. Regulus dropped to his knees and cradled her face in his hands. “Oh thank goodness! Panda, are you okay? What happened?”

“Him. He happened,” Lily said, gesturing at Barty’s prone form.

James caught up first and practically barrel-rolled into the tent. He snatched up Regulus mid-spin as he crashed into the back of the stall. Pandora smothered a laugh at Regulus’s muffled, and French-filled, protests.

“Mon amor, you could have been hurt!” James said, smothering his face with loud, lip-smacking kisses.

They were sprawled amidst a mess of hand-carved wood crafts while the stall’s owner squawked at them in heavily-accented Welsh. Regulus’s eyes blew wide at the sight of the furious, red-faced man and he dove head-first under his boyfriend’s jumper. James tugged the collar out to peer inside with a delighted grin.

Lily vibrated with silent laughter and dropped her forehead onto Pandora’s shoulder. Equally delighted by her descent into madness, Pandora hugged her neck and toyed with her thick auburn braid wistfully.

She smelled like lilacs and the incense from the medium’s stall. Pandora breathed her in and closed her eyes.

I could get used to this.

Next Part>>>

#pandolily #lily x pandora #pandalily #pandalily microfics #pandora lovegood x lily evans #regulus and pandora #lily evans #pandora lovegood #pandora rosier #barty crouch junior #james potter #regulus black #marauders era

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emeralddoeadeer · 4 months

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Give me a sample for prompt 48 plzzzz

Hey! Thanks for the prompt <3

I actually got this one twice but rather than have you share the angsty result, I thought I'd do another.

“I called you at 2am because I need you.”

to dream the impossible dream

Canon 860 words

The unmistakable sound of his best friend calling his name rouses him. Bleary-eyed, he tosses his arm carelessly to the bedside table, fingers reaching around the cool smooth surface.

“Prongs? Do you mean to say—”

“Sirius this is serious.”

The sound of light laughter fills his dimly lit bedroom, James fumbles for his glasses, squinting at the mirror in his hand.

A glimpse of auburn hair, a flash of pale neck as she tosses her head back, Lily Evans.

“You don’t understand— where did Mary go? She gets it…”

James hears his best friend chuckle, the image on the small rectangle in his hand sways with their movement, their location indiscernible.

“Mary, my dear, is utterly sloshed and insisted on finding a chippy that she swears she knows how to find; the pack followed her.”

“I like chips, chips are delicious— almost as delicious as dimples, you know who has a great dimple? Your best mate.”

The chuckle returns, a feminine sigh feathering through the sound.

He’s dreaming, he must be dreaming.

James pulls himself up in bed, resting his back against the headboard, stretching his neck from side to side, in the hope of gathering his wits.

“Let’s wait here for everyone—” The steady motion comes to a halt, his friend’s leg in view “—you have any other thoughts on this best mate of mine?”

Sirius lifts his arm, sending a wink to James through the reflective glass, and angling it so the girl next to him fills the small frame. Her head rests back against a brick wall, a smile spreading from cheek to cheek.

“So many, all the time.”

“More than you think about the giant squid?”

She wets her lips, releasing another soft sigh, “More than I think about magic, probably.”

Merlin, it’s impossible, it’s a dream, just a really good dream.

“Prongs?”

“James Fleamont Potter, your James.”

“You sure he isn’t your James.”

“I wish he were here—”

“Yeah?”

A crease pulls her brows together, a fleeting sadness.

“I smell vinegar, hold this, I’ll be over there…”

The perspective shifts, he can’t make out much in the streetlight, shadowed outline, the corner of a fringed smock.

If this is a dream, he doesn’t want to waste it. He wants more of her, to talk to her, see her clearer, look her in the eye.

“All right Evans?”

His voice is coarse, a cough follows and when he recovers, there she is sparkling green eyes sweeping over his bed-messed hair, his flushed cheeks.

“James?” A breathy whisper that sends a shiver through him.

He sends her a bashful wave, he wants to memorise this look on her face, a look of delight, of wonder.

“You’re in bed.”

An easy smile pulls at his lips, “It’s almost two o’clock in the morning—”

“You didn’t come out.”

She pouts her lip, and he considers that maybe she believes it a dream, her mind creating a drunken conjuring.

“Mum doesn’t approve of mixing Pepper-Up with firewhisky…”

“You’re hot, I mean are you hot? I— Sirius said— do you still have a fever?”

His breathing is heavy and his chest hammers against his ribs.

“I think I’m feeling better actually.”

“Yeah?”

“I mean, I— unless this is just all fever-fueled delirium.”

She tilts her head to the side, studying him intently, a soft smile lifting her lips. She opens her mouth, looks away, and closes it. Her head shakes from side to side and her eyes look more awake when they return to him.

“You sure you’re feeling better?”

“Oh, ‘eh, yeah, reckon so.”

“I think I need to check for myself, do you fancy some chips?”

“What?”

The rest of the soon-to-be seventh-year Gryffindors appear in the background of the small mirror as if from nowhere.

“James invited us over for a nightcap, shall we find a floo?”

The mirror passes back to his best friend, a brief wink and it disconnects.

He stumbles from bed, feet solid on the wooden floor, and tangles himself while changing out of his pyjamas, his body bubbles with anticipation, if this is a dream it’s more real than any he’s ever had before.

Laughter, followed by shushing, travels up the stairs as he descends, a welcome sound of life in the quiet old house.

“Morning, all.”

Remus pats him on the shoulder as he passes, Sirius wears a wide grin, “To the kitchen—”

Everyone follows, the promise of a cool butterbeer to wash down their food.

They’re all here, Lily is here.

She stops in front of him and runs a hand through his dishevelled hair, her knuckles skimming his cheek.

“You’re flushed.”

“Uhuh—”

He has no doubt, no means to cool himself, no potion to cure the cause.

He brings her hand to his chest.

“Rapid heartbeat too, it’s the Evans effect.”

Pushing onto her tiptoes, she presses her cool lips to his cheek, covering his dimple.

Threading their fingers together, both hands, palm to palm, Lily rests her head on his chest as if she’s in communion with his heart.

“You have that effect on me too, James.”

To dream the impossible dream, only to have reality be that much sweeter.

#jily #fanfic #fluff #asked and answerd #tumblr prompt #microfic #aidanchaser #to dream the impossible dream

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happy 2024! as it's a new year, i thought this was the perfect time to post a plotting call for those who might be interested in writing with me! if you want to do threads with someone who will message you at the crack of dawn with random headcanons, musings and create graphics (manips, gifs manips, crackships, etc ) for our characters — look no further. i also have no triggers, am sm.ut friendly and i love to do multiple plots with the same partner. bellow the cut you’ll find a list of wanted faceclaims, opposites, ships and plots that i would love to do and if anything catches your interest please give this post a like and i’ll message you. this is for mutuals & non mutuals, so feel free to like this even if we have threads/plots happening already!

faceclaims i’d love to play! * melissa barrera** * greta onieogou* * ana de armas* * phoebe tonkin* * margot robbie* * camila queiroz** * sydney sweeney* * ayca aysin turan * hande ercel * alycia debnam-carey* * simone ashley * melisa pamuk* * adria arjona * anya chalotra * olivia cooke * kristine froseth * grace van dien * grace van patten * jessica alexander* * madelyn cline* * madison bailey * priscilla quintana* * meghann fahy * benedetta porcaroli * camila morrone * riley keough * suki waterhouse* * adelaide kane* * florence pugh* * crystal reed * sophia bush * ester exposito * lily james * lily collins * gabriella wilde* * sofia carson * josephine langford * danielle rose russell * danielle campbell * abigail cowen* * halston sage * camila mendes * brianne howey * gemma chan * eiza gonzalez * lindsey morgan * zendaya * sabrina carpenter * candice swanepoel * elsa hosk * jasmine tookes * emily ratajkowski

faceclaims i’d love to play against!

* all the ladies above * pedro pascal** * ben barnes** * joseph quinn* * joe keery* *christopher briney* * henry cavill * ricky whittle * casey deidrick* * jd pardo * jamie dornan * adam demos * richard madden * sam clafflin * carlos miranda * scott eastwood * garrett hedlund * drew starkey * clayton cardenas * jonathan bailey * jeffrey dean morgan * rudy pankow * felix mallard * dj cotrona* * charlie hunnam** * sebastian stan* * alex fitzalan * dylan o’brien* * nick robinson * manny montana * chris evans* * harry styles * jacob elordi * boyd holbrook

some ships i’d love to do! * any of the above fcs combined tbh. ( m/f or f/f ) * click here for full list since tumblr has a text limit.

plots id love to do! * this unhappily married dad/babysitter plot. * * this angsty/fluffy my best friend is having my baby plot. * * this zombie apocalypse/last of us inspired plot* but also any za plot. * celeb plots! especially this one. something like two super famous actors hiding their relationship or famous person/non famous plots?* * single dad/nanny plots! give me something cute and angsty. * * escort/client plot where she breaks the most important rule… don’t fall for your client* * grumpy ceo/soft assistant plots.* * royal plots! bridgerton esqued plots! * * f/f socialites plot… blair/selena/upper east side inspired muses but make it gay* * college professor/teacher’s assistant plot. * college professor/student plot. * crimey plots? sons of anarchy inspired? or maybe m.afia/m.ob/gang stuff?* * bodyguard/client plots bc i’m a sucker for them* * soulmates plot. i have a whole lore i’ve been wanting to write out for ages so * sugar b.aby / sugar d.addy plots * * best friends to lovers plots ( gimme angst) * WHEN THE M.OB PRINCESS MEETS THE M.OB PRINCE: forbidden love is always angsty so why not do that and add rival g.angs to the mix? muse a is the daughter of the head boss of the local g.ang and is sick and tired of having her life controlled by her overprotective father. so, to rebel against his wishes after an argument, muse a decides to go to a nightclub that her father had always forbidden her to attend. unknown to her, the club is run by the rival g.ang’s boss’ son, muse b, and not knowing who she is, can’t stop looking at her on the dance floor. they eventually bump into each other and after having a few drinks, end up at muse a’s apartment and they hook up. i was thinking they both never brought up their families and their true professions and maybe start to hang out/go on dates and then bam, the truth comes out and drama begins. especially when they can’t stay away from each other.

* MY BEST FRIEND IS A ROCKSTAR: (tw: death) muse a & muse b have been best friends since they were kids and grew up together. throughout their childhood, muse b had always told muse a about his plans to become a famous musician and as he grew older, became more and more determined to make those dreams come true. when they both hit their teen years, feelings eventually grew and the two were head over heels for each other but neither of them was ever able to admit it. they were both terrified that the feelings would be unrequited or that it would ruin their friendships so just imagine the angst of them seeing each other with other people and FGHDFG. anyway, when muse b finally turns twenty-one, he decides to move to hollywood to make his dreams come true, and muse a stays in their small hometown. they keep in contact with one another but as time went on, muse b becomes a huge rockstar with his band and their contact start to drift but they always had each other in their thoughts, wishing they were closer to one another. a few years pass and they still speak but it’s not like before. muse b was hugely successful and enjoyed the life he was now living but always felt like something was missing. that someone was missing… it’s not until he gets a distraught call from muse a telling him that her mother died does he rush on a private jet and comes home to her. after helping her arrange the funeral and being there for her through her grief, he suggests that she comes on tour with him and the band. wanting to run away from everything and everyone in her small town, she agrees. queue cute ass moments on the tour bus, traveling the world and falling in love like they did when they were young. add drama, angst ( because they’re both still dumb and won’t admit to their feels) stadium tours, TENSION!!!, groupies, etc, etc.

CLICK HERE FOR MORE BC TUMBLR HAS A TEXT LIMIT.

#indie rp #indie oc rp #indie bi rp #indie crime rp #indie smut rp #indie zombie rp #open rp #indie bridgerton rp #indie royal rp #indie celeb rp

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wisteria-cherry · 9 months

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in which a prank gets botched by lily evans

“so why are we doing this again?” you whispered as the five of you looked around the corner.

“because snivellus was making fun of moony, love, we’ve been over this.” sirius whispered back. he was so close that his breath fanned over your nape. all four boys were very close to you, actually. you had the best spot to see discreetly around the corner, but it came with a price. james was knelt down, wand at the ready for when severus snape would undoubtedly walk down the hallway, and your hands were on his shoulders so you could brace yourself and look over his head. peter was next to you, but was kind of squishing you against the wall because he wanted to be closer to it, lest he be caught. black, who was the second tallest, was pressed behind you, looking over your head as you looked over james’. remus, quite possibly the only sane one in the group, had decided to stand a safe distance away from the group, leaning against the wall and relying on james and sirius’ never-ending commentary for updates.

“shh! i hear someone!” james hissed suddenly. “go, get behind the wall!” you, black and peter quickly backed away as james watched carefully.

you yourself watched james’ expression. it shifted to focused, to confused, to utter shock. the tips of his ears turned pink, and you knew immediately that it was lily evans.

“who is it?” peter whisper-shouted. james instantly stood up, ran his hand through his hair, brushed imaginary dust off his robes, and sauntered out. black raised an eyebrow.

“it’s lily, isn’t it?” he smirked.

“no doubt.” you whispered back as remus passed you, wanting to say hi to lily himself. peter followed remus, and you followed peter, which led to black following you.

“so much for stolen moments.” black pouted next to you as you approached james and lily.

“there was not a moment to be stolen.” you rolled your eyes.

“you wound me, dove.” black gasped. he instantly recovered, though, as lily promptly insulted james, causing him to snicker. “she got you, prongsy.”

“shut up, she loves me.” james smirked back at black.

“not in a million years.” lily glared at james, who only looked back at her with an incredibly dorky and love-struck smile.

“i’ll gladly wait a million years. you’ll come to me eventually.”

“you wish. you’re just an ignorant toe-rag, potter, and i hate you.” lily spat.

“say what you want, evans, you adore me.” james grinned widely. lily turned to you, abhorred by his behavior, seemingly shocked that you were seeing this. you two were roommates, so she often rented about how intolerable james was, but you’d never seen him like this. you were used to the james that swooned over her from a distance, who turned pink when he thought she looked his way (she didn’t).

“james,” you began.

“shh, don’t interrupt. it’s a budding romance, love.” black interrupted, gazing at james and lily fondly.

“but—“

“ah ah ah.” black covered your mouth with his hand, causing you to blush furiously. lily gave up, storming away, undoubtedly to the dorm, where she’d rant to whoever was nearest. you decided to follow.

“hey, where’re you off to?” black blinked.

“yeah, where’re you going?” peter echoed.

“what’d i do?” james seemed baffled that incorrigible cockiness wouldn’t woo lily like it did so many others.

“you boys are clueless.” you sighed, although there wasn’t any real venom in your words as you walked away.

#marauders oneshot #marauders era #harry potter marauders #marauders drabble #marauders #sirius x reader #sirius black #james potter #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #reader insert #moony #padfoot #prongs #wormtail #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #james x lily

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The Golden Couple

Summary: "We are in love." Wait, what? Does that sound like something Lily Evans would say at the beginning of Sixth Year?

read on Ao3 (now with a part 2)

Written for @jilymicrofics with the prompts: Rumour and New.

Lily walked briskly towards the castle, the crisp September air soothing her heated cheeks.

“Lily, wait!” She’d hoped that, after a summer of ignored apologies, Severus would give up, but he’d tried talking to her on the train and now, on the first day of term, he was still bothering her. She turned, aggravation shining clear in her eyes, but he wasn’t deterred. “I’m sorr-”

“Have you finally realized your fascist ideology hurts innocent people?”

“You don’t understand-”

“Goodbye.”

“I can’t believe you are taking Potter’s side.”

She’d started to turn, but this made her freeze, startled. She spun back towards him even if she knew it was exactly what he wanted, but she couldn’t help herself. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“I saw you talking to him.”

She narrowed her eyes, not liking to be reminded of how much he’d been watching her every move. It was true, she’d stopped Potter after Potions to clarify that she didn’t care if he’d been made Quidditch captain, that wasn’t reason enough to throw a party so early in the year, but Severus didn’t need to know that. “We are in love.”

She’d meant to tell him it was none of his business, but that wasn’t what’d come out of her mouth. It was ludicrous of course, but it didn’t stop her from savouring the look of pure shock on his face.

“I- you-”

“Yes, I love him. He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me and he wouldn’t be happy to hear that you are stalking me.”

“I really wouldn’t.” She froze and hoped against hope that she’d heard wrong or that the voice behind her was a very vivid hallucination, a dream, a boggart, anything- “You heard my darling girlfriend, Snivellus, run along.”

She didn’t react and watched Snape’s expression of bewilderment crumble, betrayal shining in his dark eyes and she thought she ought to feel bad for him, but hadn’t him betrayed her first? She sighed as he turned away and once he was out of earshot she shrugged the arm Potter had casually draped on her shoulder off and looked at him, bristling when she saw his wide grin.

“Listen-”

“Yes, dear?”

She closed her eyes, silently cursing both him and herself. “This never happened.” She waited for him to shrug before resuming her path towards the castle, but stopped once again when she heard him call her name.

“I forgot to tell you something.” Potter had to raise his voice to be heard and he was starting to gain quite the audience, students peering curiously at them, perhaps hoping to witness another row. “I love you too!”

She froze and her eyes widened in horror as she saw a group of girls start to furiously whisper amongst them, their smiles barely concealed behind their hands. She knew the rumour about James Potter and Lily Evans being in love was about to spread like wildfire inside the castle, but she couldn’t deny it now, not when she’d finally gotten Severus to back off. Oh, Potter was going to pay for that. He thought it was funny to make her his new girlfriend? Well, they say to be careful what you wish for and she was going to make sure James Potter understood the true meaning of that sentence. She smiled sweetly and waved, smirking when she saw his cocky grin falter. When she was done with him he would beg her to leave him alone.

#jily #jilymicrofics #jple #james potter #lily evans

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ohmygodshesinsane · 8 months

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Hey Finn! Hello! An anon recommended I drop “September Sprinkles” in people's askboxes sooooo here is yours. Obviously I could not say no to such a good and smutty idea 😂 Here you go lovely xx

Guess what I’m not wearing right now.

👀👀👀 I love this, thank you so much for sending it! Here’s my take…. (I hope it’s spicy enough to count!)….

“Lily?” A knock came at the door. Lily cast a quick charm on the bubbling cauldron and pushed her goggles to the top of her head. Her workstation was crammed with teetering books and phials of vibrant liquids and finely crushed porcupine quills.

“Come in!” she called back. The door to the cool underground room opened, and Nita stuck her head through the archway, smirking mischievously. Lily groaned. “Oh, God. What now?”

“Floo call for you,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows. Lily pulled her goggles over her tied-up hair and dumped it on the table.

“Who is it?” Marlene, Peter, Mary, Sirius, and Remus had already called, and of course she’d seen James this morning, when he’d woken her with breakfast in bed and a steaming cup of tea.

“I’m not allowed to tell you,” Nita said, her smile widening. Lily stretched her arms above her head as she followed the receptionist down the hallway. Two hours remained until she could clock off, and go home to properly celebrate her birthday. Not that her day had been all misery; the new tincture they were developing was proving an exciting challenge, and the hours had been punctuated by well-wishes.

They climbed the stairs to the cosy reception, with its wood-panelled walls and pots of blooming aconite. The fireplace on the nearest wall cast a warm orange glow across the round edges of the desk and the navy Persian rug. Nita’s eyes glittered as she slipped into her seat. Lily’s brows furrowed curiously as she knelt before the crackling coals, searching for a face.

Of course.

“Happy birthday,” her boyfriend beamed.

“James,” she said, trying not to smile. Her lips fought furiously against her better instincts. “You couldn’t wait another two hours?”

“No,” he said. “Unless you’re doing something important?” Her heart rushed with gratitude.

“Nothing as important as you,” she said, lowering her voice, though she knew Nita would never tell. “Is this some warning not to come home, so you can better set up my surprise party?”

“You adamantly said ‘no surprise parties’. I respect that.”

“Then…?”

“Then…? I just wanted to tell you that I love you.” But even when his face was made of shifting embers, she recognised that twist of his mouth. Her stomach fluttered.

“Well, I love you too. Is that all?”

“Well.”

“Well?”

James’s teeth skimmed his lower lip. “Do you want to play a game?” The tone of his voice made her look over her shoulder. Nita hummed as she organised a stack of parchment.

“What kind of game?”

His eyebrows arched. “I want you to guess something.”

“Azerbaijan.”

“No.”

“Thirty-two.”

“Not that either.” Lily couldn’t help but snort, and James laughed too, until he was coughing up coals. “Shit. Ow. No, Evans. Guess what I’m not wearing.”

Her heart jumped in her throat, but she kept her expression cool.

“Shoes,” she replied.

“Technically correct.”

“Got it in one.”

“Good girl.” Lily’s breath cut short, heat flooding her cheeks. “I’ve got something for you, when you get home. A present.”

Despite herself, Lily leaned closer to the flames. “Oh?”

“D’you remember Boxing Day?” Her stomach contracted sharply. How could she forget? Drunk on mulled wine, under the tree, James’s hands in her hair, his tongue on her…

“Yes.” Lily tried to focus. “Which part?”

“I couldn’t distract you from your work.”

Lily bit the inside of her cheek. Work had quickly fled from her mind. “Which part, Potter?”

James’s eyes twinkled. “Is that a guessing game you want to play? It’s something you’ve said you’d like. What do you like, Evans?” A shiver ran down her spine.

“Why don’t you tell me?”

“I’ll show you.” His voice was warm and rich, like gold whiskey. Lily’s fingers hovered over the reddened wood, a string in her heart pulling tight as she longed to touch him.

“Go on, then.”

“Nah.” The fire shifted, and James had obviously moved back, for now his features were less focused. “Tonight. You can’t wait another two hours?”

“I can’t get a hint?” A kind of frustration coiled within her… the sort that would make measuring the reactions of porcupine quills to diluted essence of hellebore much less interesting. James had a way of narrowing her world to only one type of chemistry.

“I gave you a hint.” He shrugged, carelessly cool. “Boxing Day.”

“James -”

“I love you,” he said quickly, cheekily. “I’ll see you soon. Happy birthday.”

“I love you. But -” His face vanished from the fireplace, leaving only burning charcoal. Lily leaned back on her heels, breathing raggedly. Her eyes darted to her watch.

One hour and fifty-two minutes.

Fuck.

#jily #james potter #lily evans #athenasparrow #fanfic #hp #asked

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itsjaywalkers · 4 months

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yk i WANT to ask about nothing happens bc i always want to ask about nothing happens so if you want to tell me about nothing happens.... please do. but also tell me about the fucked up road trip fic PLS <3

dil u can ask about as many wips as u want.. ur wish is my command and all that <3

so let me offer u a nothing happens snippy + a bit of info about the fucked up road trip fic !!!

“Of course. If you’re happy, then I’m even happier.” Regulus’ grin spreads even wider, but then Sirius is gagging loudly and obnoxiously behind him, and his expression falls a second later, being substituted by a scowl. The boy attempts to turn around again, but James tightens his hold, keeping him in place. “Sirius, you’re such a—” Regulus begins through gritted teeth. “Shush, leave him be, it’s not worth it,” James cuts him off, speaking quietly in his ear. Regulus’ body relaxes against his at the action, and he can’t help but smirk slightly. “Just focus on me, Reggie.” The younger boy nods once at the same time as Sirius raises an eyebrow, hands resting on his hips. “Yeah, Reggie? I’m what?” Sirius taunts, a dangerous glint in his eyes. James sends him a warning glare from behind Regulus, but his best friend doesn’t even spare him a glance. “C’mon, don’t be a coward, finish your sentence.” James watches as Regulus cocks his head to the side, considering, and for a very stressful moment, he’s convinced he’s gonna have to break up a fight between the brothers. It’s not like James isn’t used to it at this point, since they use him as a mediator almost as much as they use him as the main source of discord between them, but that doesn’t mean he enjoys it. Mostly, because he rarely comes out unscathed. But in the end, Regulus simply clicks his tongue before turning his back on his brother, choosing to face James once more and getting on his tiptoes just so he can wrap his arms around his neck. James grins down at him, and rewards him with a little squeeze on his hips, before raising his head up to smirk at his best friend.

AND THEN ABOUT THE FUCKED UP ROAD TRIP FIC the most fun part about this fic, to me at least, it's the fact that it's inspired by the left right game, which means i have all this material i can use but !! i also get to play around with it !! like yes they're gonna play the left right game and end up in the Road (which is this sort of limbo . between our world and whatever there is on the other side, where u have all these creatures and where rules are completely different and where absolutely everything out there can kill u bc ur not supposed to exist in there and the Road will try to regain its rightful balance) but i'm not gonna follow the original storyline so i really want to . explore this universe in a different way. it's very intimidating and idk if i have the skills to do it right but i'm also !! incredibly excited to get started with it

the ones who go on the road trip are james, reg, pandora, peter, marlene, barty and evan!! i'm toying with the idea of including one more character but . we'll see, depends on what they can do for the story. and all of them have their own selfish reasons to decide to play the left right game (in fact most of them have played it at least once before) and james is the one who's more at a disadvantage bc . even tho he's the one organising the trip and bringing all these ppl together . the only info he has is thanks to all the notes lily left behind. bc yes, he used to play with her, but since he can barely remember her, he has also forgotten about all the shit they did together

i can also tell you that reg's reasons to play are related to his brother, that pandora lies about hers from the very beginning and that evan is only there for his sister

and !! this is the opening line !!!

It doesn't matter where you choose to begin this story; it has always been about Lily Evans.

#asks #braineater #fucked up road trip fic

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