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[livinginshambles]

Not ridiculous at all | James Potter

Pairing: James Potter x fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Summary: You are part of the marauders, always having felt special when they called you part of the gang, but also consequently too embarrassed to admit to wanting to be more feminine, afraid that they would no longer deem you cool enough to hang out with you. You are hurt by James' comments and James might realise something when you're avoiding him.

Notes: Best friend!James, he's a bit stupid, Lily is a sweet friend, arguments, so maybe a little angsty, but not really, classic cliche tropes like friends to lovers, misunderstandings, pining (I literally just dreamt this so it's a bit patchy) and I know it's very stereotypical but that's why it's just fanfiction :)

(PS) I haven't written before, just wanted to get this out of my system. English is my third language, and this fic is not proofread because I'm way too lazy for that! Enjoy!

Part two Masterlist

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You've grown up with James Potter and have been part of the marauders since the very beginning. You always took 'being one of the guys' or 'part of the gang' as a compliment, it left you feeling giddy as if you were included in some secret group that only you had the privilege of belonging to.

But sometimes you would sit in the girls dormitory and despite your friends laughing and chatting about, you would feel a wave of loneliness wash over you. They often did activities together and by now, 6th year at Hogwarts, they've managed to stop asking you to join them as you've always dutifully replied that it 'wasn't your thing'.

I mean, what would the guys think of you? It would be too embarrassing to admit to them, or anyone for that matter, that you would love to be dolled up for once. To go shopping with your friends, be included in movie nights, asked by Alice if she could test some makeup on you, or read and gossip about the new romance novels that were the new hype.

Especially now when you sat on your bed, part of the circle in which they were discussing plans to go dress shopping.

"You should absolutely join us!" Alice squealed in delight. You were shaken out of your train of thoughts with a huh and realized the conversation had taken a turn somewhere and now included you too. Marlene and Lily nodded fervently in agreement but you bashfully shook your head.

"Nah, can you imagine me in a dress?" You joked, but Dorcas caught the curious and somewhat longing look in your eyes at the mention of getting ready for the Yule ball.

"I think you would look great actually. And besides, you can treat yourself too sometime you know. You're not obligated to stick with the marauders all the time." The girls in the dorm once again all agreed and you smiled at their kindness.

"Since when are you interested in things like the Yule ball?"

You snapped your head up at James to see his questioning eyes and then quickly averted your own in a flustered manner as if one of your greatest secrets had just been uncovered. "I just think it seems nice, that's all, I'm not even going or anything", you defended. You felt slightly embarrassed by James' face which wore a weirded out expression.

"Well you're not really the type to go to such an event anyway right?", James remarked. You did your best to hide your frown at his immediate agreement. Was it that bad that you'd hoped he would say something along the lines of 'what are you talking about, go enjoy yourself at the party' or something like that?

"Besides I can't imagine you in a dress, all made up, it'd just look so ridiculous." James continued. Remus, ever the sweet and attentive boy glanced at you and noticed your slightly sacked shoulders in disappointment at his words.

"I mean you're just not that type of person, you know? Like completely opposite of Lily."

And with that your face felt like it burned from embarrassment. As if you didn't already know. That didn't mean you didn't want to be more like her sometimes.

Peter's eyes flicked with concern from James to you and back.

You felt hurt and forced yourself to stop tears welling up at his words, mustering up a grin, ready to agree with him but were interrupted by Sirius who had now also caught your change in mood.

"Prongs, you really have no tact at all, how are you expecting to even win Evans over with that?" He said in a playful manner as to not offend their whipped friend, but not fully succeeding.

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" James looked slightly offended and Remus jumped in the conversation.

"That's just not a nice thing to say. It's different if you call me an ugly toad, but not Y/N! If she wants to go to the Yule Ball all dolled up, she definitely should." He shot you a supportive smile which you returned.

Peter nodded in agreement. "I don't think you'd look ridiculous at all," he told you sincerely. You subtly scooted a little closer to him and Remus.

"But it's Y/N, it'd just look weird, cause she's just not a proper girl like that, no offense." James shot back and gave you a smile at the last two words.

You saw Remus opening his mouth to retort but quickly intervened. "He's right." You told them. You just wanted this conversation to be over with already. It was awkward and painful for you as it was.

James didn't seem to get the memo, however, and kept on going, drilling your confidence further into the ground.

"See, she agrees." He turned to you. "It's not like you're ugly or anything but it'd be ridiculous. Like I said, you're not the type to be all beautiful and dressed up, hair done and all. I mean you're cool, but not pretty like that." He was clearly not done yet and started talking about Lily and her beauty at which point you abruptly got up and left.

"What's gotten into her?" James remarked with a frown.

Sirius and Remus didn't even bother to answer and just stared at him in disbelief.

The girls comforted you as you cried. Marlene barged in with ice cream, stolen from the kitchen in one hand and 5 spoons in the other. "What a jerk." She commented and thrust a spoon in your hand before plopping down in front of you with the rest of your friends.

Lily sighed frustratedly. "See this is why I don't like him at all. He's so rude and arrogant, and he-"

"- is right." You answered dejectedly. "I'm your friend, but not the type to join you guys and belong to your circle."

"Well that's only because you hang around the boys all the time," Alice argued. She nudged you. "But you know what, now that James is being a git, you can hang out with us!"

Dorcas gasped dramatically. "We could do a girls night! Treat ourselves a little", she jumped up. "I'll get the face masks and nail polish!"

Lily let go of you too and told you to sit up. "Come on, let me do your hair," she smiled.

With Marlene feeding you ice cream, your nails being polished by Alice, hair done by Lily and Dorcas reading the latest romance novel out loud while you were all wearing a facemask, you couldn't help but feel all warm inside.

"I love you guys."

"Don't talk with your mouth full."

You laughed and pushed Marlene teasingly off the bed.

"Hey, watch it! I just finished your right hand." Alice complained.

James was a moron. He was kind hearted (to most), popular, captain of the Quidditch team, good looking but a moron nonetheless. So he was absolutely clueless to find you missing from the common room yesterday evening and even more clueless when you were missing from your usual spot next to him at the Gryffindor table in the great hall, because he could not for the life of him think of a reason why you would sit with Alice and Frank instead.

He frowned and felt uneasy at the fact that you hadn't even looked at him, let alone come for a hug with your smile and said 'good morning' like usual. He shook the thoughts away. You were obviously allowed to have your own friends as well and not obligated to spend all your time with him.

The door of the great hall behind him opened and Lily Evans walked in, which was why instead of walking up to you to say something, he habitually turned to Lily instead.

"You look beautiful this morning as usual. I could put in the effort to match you when we go out together?" He shot her a wink and a coy smile but faltered slightly when his attempts at flirting got even less of a reaction out of her than usual.

James turned to Sirius with a questioning look, as if to ask 'you noticed that too right?' but Sirius simply shrugged. When James looked back at Frank and Alice, you were gone, having left the moment you felt his stare.

James started to ponder. 'Were you avoiding him? Surely you wouldn't, right? You two were friends after all, childhood friends. Childhood best friends even, for Merlin's sake! If you were upset with him, you'd definitely let him know.'

A week passed with you, sitting on the opposite sides of the classroom, seemingly having picked partners long before class because how else would you team up with random students before James could even blink?

He had now fully accepted that you were avoiding him. And with that, he meant 'accepting the possibility of that occurrence'. He was by no means going to accept your strange new behavior without doing anything.

The last drop though, was when he heard the news from Peter that you'd already left for Hogsmeade with the girls.

He frowned. 'You were kind', he reasoned. If you were upset with him, then he'd have to apologize. Quickly. Because it's been far too long without his best friend and he realized he missed you. Especially seeing you hang out with others.

"What did I do?" He finally asked his remaining friends.

"Really Prongs?" Remus couldn't help but ask. His friend just gave him a look that said 'well go on then, what is it'.

"How about you think about what you said last week, you know, those rude comments about the Yule ball."

"Yeah, but I already apologized yesterday and told her that I didn't mean to offend her!" James flailed his arms around when he exclaimed it.

"But she's still only hanging out with anyone but me," he whined. "Peter studied with her, Pads got a 'good morning' this morning and you're still talking to eachother.

Remus gave him an unimpressed look at his whining but James was not done complaining yet.

"She keeps spending all her time with the girls while she doesn't even seem to be fully enjoying herself"

This was true. You dearly missed James, so despite your newfound hobbies, a look of sadness sometimes fell over your face, which hadn't escaped James' attention.

"And I just don't understand why she would-" He started but never finished, something dawning on him. "Oh of course! Merlin, I'm so stupid!" He shouted out in epiphany.

"Your words not mine," Sirius quickly took the opportunity.

"Oh bugger off Pads", James laughed and pushed Sirius' arm. And with that, he took off to find you.

Sirius and Remus watched him leave and sighed at the same time. "Do you really think he got it?"

"I bloody hope so, Moony."

"But it's James."

"Yeah, but I mean it's not my fight but even I realize that she's sad that James made fun of the idea of her being more girly when she secretly wants to be. Now she's trying out what she likes, without having to stay within the role of 'one of the guys'. I mean, it's pretty straightforward. I guess a genuine apology and show of support is the solution."

"But it's James."

"Yep, you're right."

Though he hadn't been able to find you, he'd waited patiently for your return in the common room. Staring at the ceiling from his laid back position on the couch.

"Oh there you are, Y/N," He rushed to sit up to face you when you entered the room. If you were surprised by his presence, you didn't show it.

"We need to talk, I wanted to apologize." He breathed out, relieved at himself for having figured it out. "Also, I've missed you so much."

You felt a weight fall off your shoulders. You didn't want to be upset with him and felt incredibly relieved to hear him say that.

"I'm sorry for the things I said. I didn't mean for you to get offended or anything," James began.

"Yeah, you already said that." You frowned. "And I remember I told you that that was not a proper apology."

"I know, I know. It was shitty of me so I wanted to apologize. Properly you know? I'm really really sorry. I was a terrible friend and shouldn't have said the things I said. Please forgive me?" He proceeded to give you Bambi eyes in an attempt to convince you. It unsurprisingly worked.

You softly smiled up at him. "Okay". You barely got the word out before he pulled you into a bone-crushing hug.

"Great," he said, cutting through the comfortable silence that you two had been hugging in.

"Now you don't have to avoid me anymore, and you can stop sitting with the girls to prove your point, and join us again instead." He triumphantly continued.

What now?

You blanked. "I'm sorry?" You managed to ask.

"I get that I hurt you by saying your weren't a proper girl, but you don't have to pretend to prove your point by trying to be one." James stated, proud of himself that he figured it out.

"Because I can see that you don't like it, like your face gets all gloomy which is understandable because it isn't really your circle of people."

You stared at him, an incredulous look on your face.

"Fuck you James." You said, your voice coming out softer than you'd hoped. Tears were welling up again, but you couldn't help yourself.

"Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I do want that to be my circle of people? That I don't just want to be one of the guys all the time? Is it that crazy to think that I'm still a girl with feelings? That I want to feel pretty too? That I don't like being told by my supposed best friend that I'm basically ugly? That I hate to be compared to other girls like that?"

You were ranting and James had taken a step back, surprised by your outburst.

"No, that's not what I-", James tried to salvage the situation but you weren't having it.

"You've told me that stuff for as long as I can remember and I never told you otherwise because I was scared that you'd no longer want to hang out with me for not being a 'chill friend'. But you know what, I no longer want you to."

At this point, you angrily wiped your eyes to get rid of tears that were threatening to spill. "So fuck you". With that, you brushed past him, escaping upstairs to your room.

James Fleamont Potter felt absolutely miserable.

If anyone told James that you'd ever be more on his mind than Lily, he would call them ridiculous. But here he was, another week had passed and he was staring at your back as you were leaving with your friends for Hogsmeade again.

You weren't wearing your school uniform and robes anymore and James was surprised to see you wearing one of what he knew to be Lily's dresses.

'It suited you more than it suited Lily.' The unwarranted thought flashed through his mind and he shook his head with a scoff to himself. What was going on?

James also noticed that your hair was brushed and shining with a butterfly clip holding your hair in a bun. He wondered when you decided to change your hairstyle because he found that it framed your face perfectly.

'Not ridiculous at all,' he understood.

You looked absolutely perfect.

You turned your face a little and James could feel his head reeling. Have you always been this glowing? Was he just simply missing you? He didn't even realize that he hadn't spared Lily a glance- until Sirius mentioned her while they were having a drink - and a strange feeling washed over him at the thought.

You were running from Filch.

'Fuck I shouldn't have studied after hours, curfew was probably hours ago," you cursed to yourself and took a sharp right turn. You were trying to reach the secret passage right behind the big statue on the fourth floor when you saw the hallway light up because of Filches torch.

Forcing your legs to move faster, you were suddenly grabbed by the wrist. A hand was clasped over your mouth and you felt a heavy cloth fall over you.

You recognised the person pressed to your back immediately and tried not to melt in his embrace as Filch walked straight past the two of you, covered in the invisibility cloak.

You could feel his breath against your temple. His hand had dropped from your mouth, instead draping across your stomach now to rest on your side. The other held out in front of you to create space under the cloak. You shifted a little and finally turned your head and lifted it to look at him and thank him but you were unable to say anything for a moment.

You simply admired him.

The proximity of the two of you in that intimate embrace had something fluttering in your stomach and you harshly jerked away in denial when your feelings hit you.

Oh no.

Now, all suddenly? What changed? Does it really take one random moment to flip your world upside down?

You rushed to push the invisibility cloak out of your way and then left without sparing James another glance.

James couldn't force his legs to move to run after you, still reeling from about the exact same epiphany that you'd just run away from. Your gaze, his fast beating heart and the urge he had felt to lean down for a kiss had confirmed his conflicted feelings of the past few days since he'd seen you leave for Hogsmeade.

The following morning, you'd had the chance to properly process the happenings of last night.

Your conclusion was that you felt guilty that you hadn't even expressed your gratitude. It was rude, you figured. Even if you were overwhelmed by the sudden wave of realization that came crashing down on you, it was rude.

So you pushed your confused feelings aside and marched up to him when you found him in the great hall.

"Thanks, I owe you." You awkwardly said, stopping at his spot at the Gryffindor table. All while absolutely not having forgotten about the fact that the last time you had said something to him, you'd flipped him off and told him to go fuck himself.

James was absolutely beaming. "Yeah you do, but no worries, I'll cash it in right away." This was his chance. He would make up for his behavior and act on his feelings right now.

"How about a date?"

There was a long silence. Your heart plummeted to the ground. Right. James. Lily. Lily and James.

"What am I a magician?" You finally managed to sarcastically retort. "I'm a convincing person but not a miracle worker." You pulled your hand through your hair as you looked around the great hall to see if you could spot Lily.

"Alright, I'll see what I can do." You forced a smile.

James, who had been mostly confused at your words, disregarded it completely in delight at your acceptance to go out with him, even if it seemed somewhat reluctant. Not that it would matter because he was going to prove what an amazing boyfriend he could be. If you'd accept him, of course.

He was grinning from ear to ear, which you mistook as excitement at the prospect of a potential date with Lily. So when you abruptly turned on your heels and marched over to Lily, James watched you confusedly.

And when he heard you try to talk Lily into going out with him, he wanted to crawl in a ditch and die. He stood there, frozen and recounting how you could've interpreted that wrongly.

You returned to him after a while with an apologetic smile. "Yeah sorry Prongs, she-"

"You", he blurted out.

You raised your eyebrows. "Me?" You repeated back.

"The date, I meant you. A-and me of course. Us, like you and me on a date. Together. I thought maybe Hogsmeade?" He managed to force the words out nervously.

There was a long silence and James' shoulders slumped a little. Even more when you finally answered.

"Uh, no?" You said in a questioning manner. James officially wanted to die now.

"You're sweet James, and I don't think you do it on purpose but you're not interested in me like that." You began, trying to convince not only James, but yourself as well.

James opened his mouth to argue but you quickly interrupted him before he could properly do so.

"James, you really don't. And you asking me out on a date when you've quite literally been drooling over Lily just last week as you have been doing for the past 5 years, that's not very nice to me." You frowned.

"Oh." He whispered. He was once again at a lack of words for a moment. Terrible new habit, he thought. This was not how he thought it would go.

"I'd still gladly go with you to Hogsmeade though?" You offered. "Just you know, not as an easy second choice date while you are obviously head over heels with her."

'I'm not', he wanted to tell you, but it was obvious that you wouldn't believe him. "Yeah okay," he weakly smiled. "Just the two of us though."

You nodded and stepped forward, wrapped your arms around him and he leaned into you, returning the hug.

With his face pressed in your hair, eyes closed, he decided that this situation wasn't too bad. He's fought for Lily's affection for years. He'd fight harder for yours.

Part two

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[ellecdc]

hi!!!!

id love to see a poly!marauders where the reader is muggle born or atlest muggle raised , reader and remus just bond over muggle stuff while the others sit there all confused asking wtf they’re talking about

like music, technology, maybe certain foods, certain slang and books the wizard world doesn’t have.

(ps i love ur blog and everything you write plz keep it up❤️)

hahaha awe so cute - here's a sweet little scene, and thanks for your request <33

poly!marauders x gn!reader who is muggle born

James was not too proud to admit he was rather upset.

And by upset, he meant jealous, terribly jealous. And desperate, so unbelievably desperate. And also sort of pissed off.

The cause of such upset, you might wonder?

Oh, only one of his own sodding boyfriends, of course.

You see, it had been his idea to start chatting with you in order to see where things could go - you know, romantically - between the four of you.

Sirius was eager - which would seem very out of character for the notoriously territorial and stand-offish Black who was wary of anyone interfering with their already established dynamic - but Sirius was equally as enamoured with you as James was from your shared classes and your few interactions around the castle.

Of course - as would be expected - it was Moony that the two of them had to persuade to consider you in earnest. 

“Come on, Moons. Don’t tell me you’re worried that you won’t be the smartest one in the relationship anymore.” Sirius had teased, earning him a glare from the werewolf. 

But of course, James (and Sirius) had been right, and Remus was practically immediately taken with you after James had officially introduced you to his boyfriends at a Gryffindor party. 

It was perhaps very helpful that you happened to be muggle born seeing as Remus had a muggle parent himself, so he was able to bond with you over various muggle things.

And James thought that was wonderful! Truly!

Really.

He honestly did.

But...well, did you guys have to talk about it all of the time!?

And it’s not that James didn’t like you talking about muggle things, or that he didn’t like muggle things in general.

What he didn’t like was that he couldn’t participate in the conversation at all.

And James is sorry, but what in the buggering fuck was a ‘vee sea are’?

James tuned back into the conversation when he began recognizing some of the words you and Remus were saying, though Sirius looked no less confused than he had previously.

“My favourite is probably The Sound of Music.” You admitted somewhat bashfully, features painted with a shy smile as you looked at Remus through your eyelashes.

James didn’t know what you were so shy about, especially considering Remus was beaming at you in response. “Me too!” He agreed readily.

“I love the sound of music!” James chimed in readily, earning him a surprise look from you, a curious look from Remus, and a bemused look from Sirius. 

“Do you really?” You asked sweetly, offering him a hopeful smile.

“I didn’t know you’d ever heard of it.” Remus added quietly.

James scoffed. “Oh, come off it Moons. Of course I love the sound of music! It’s arguably one of my favourite sounds ever!” 

“Awe.” You said sympathetically as Remus barked a laugh.

James looked at the two of you in confusion before he turned to Sirius in hopes for an answer. 

“I don’t know how Prongsie, seeing as they never really asked a question.” Sirius started, placing a reassuring hand on his thigh and squeezing gently, “But I think you got the answer wrong.”

James harrumphed and fell back into his chair, feeling thoroughly dejected. 

“I’m sorry Jamie.” You apologized, looking particularly distraught at having caused James any grief. “We can talk about something else, if you’d like.”

James waved you off quickly. “No, no. I’m sorry, sweets. It doesn’t matter to me what you talk about, as long as I get to continue hearing the sound of your lovely voice, arguably my second favourite sound ever.” 

James may not know what sounds of music you had been talking about, but he was proud that he did know how to make you blush something fierce with nothing but a few simple words. 

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[underoospeterparker]

hi love! sending request for james potter x gryffindor!fem!reader (fluff please!). where they went to their dorms after their first date, on which reader kissed him and he just turns red, kicking his feet and tells the marauders all the details with sparkles in his eyes and reader heard it all (because he was screaming, giggling) & he's so bewitched by laufey coded 🙏🏻💓

love this idea! thank you for requesting my love

james potter x gryffindor!fem!reader

"Thank you for today," you said to James as the two of you walked back to the common room. You gave him a soft smile. "It was fun."

He returned the smile. "It was?" he replied, a smug grin on his face. "Well, then, maybe you should let me-"

You interrupted, leaning in, partly because you wanted to wipe the smug look off his face, and partly because you just wanted to. You kissed him, and the look of shock on his face all but dissolved as he cupped your face, deepening the kiss until it was all you could think about, all you could feel.

You had to come up for air sometime, and you sighed when you did, forehead resting on his. "Goodnight, Jamie," you murmured, turning away to your dorm. And James, for once, had absolutely no words.

Later, you were climbing down the stairs from the girls dormitory when you heard James's voice. Before you could stop yourself, you hid behind a wall and listened.

"Remus," his voice was ecstatic, "Sirius, she kissed me!"

The two of James's friends looked half amused and half annoyed. "She did what?" Sirius asked, sarcasm evident in his voice. "It's not like you haven't been telling us this for the past hour, Prongs."

James rolled his eyes in response, but his eyes sparkled. "She kissed me," he murmured again, huge smile on his face.

"Is he okay?" Remus whispered to Sirius, loud enough for James to hear. "Sounds like he's got a mental illness."

Sirius laughed. "Yeah, no, he's definitely not okay."

"I just got kissed," James perked up, "by the girl I've had a crush on for years. I'm not allowed to be excited?"

You took this moment to move yourself from the wall, walking down the stairs towards the common room, where the marauders were sitting.

James grinned when he saw you. "Hi, Jamie," you said, leaning over him to give him a kiss.

"Hey, sweetheart."

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[elenawritesxx]

MATCHMAKING!

PAIRING - remus lupin x reader

SUMMARY - in which the academic rivalry between you and remus turns into something more with the help of his friends, who make sure that their best friends get his happy ending

WC - 821

EXTRA - mentions of drinking, dancing, remus being jealous, no mentions of y/n, lower case intended,

NOTES - hi angels, leaving you on cliffhanger heheh;) this was requested in my ask box and thought i would finally get it out, ik its short but let me know if you want the second part:)

PS. - english isn’t my first language so of you see any grammar or spelling mistakes please don’t hesitate to point them out<3

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from the moment you and remus lupin first crossed paths, you two knew that you were destined to be rivals. both of you were exceptionally gifted students, with a thirst for knowledge that knew no bounds. and so, from that fateful day onwards, you engaged in a fierce competition that would last for almost the entirety of your time at hogwarts.

your rivalry manifested itself in many ways, from academic achievements to gaining more house points and everything in between. you vied for the top spot in every class, each determined to outshine the other and prove their superiority. and as the years went by, their rivalry only intensified, with neither willing to back down from the challenge.

yet, amidst the fierce competition and the constant battle for supremacy, you and found yourselves drawn to each other in a way that neither could explain. it was a connection that went beyond mere rivalry, a bond that defied logic and reason.

as the two of you navigated the treacherous waters of your academic rivalry, you and remus found solace in each other's company, sharing late-night study sessions (even if you two wouldn't say a word to each other, the comfortable silence was actually comforting) and engaging in spirited debates about your favorite subjects. you challenged each other's beliefs and pushed each other to new heights, each secretly admiring the other's intellect and determination.

but it wasn't until your fifth year at hogwarts that you and remus's rivalry took an unexpected turn. the marauders, remus's friends who were too tired of seeing their friend arguing with you and at the same tine punishing himself by not admitting his true feelings, decided to intervene, determined to help their friend realize his true feelings for you.

the rest of the marauders had a plan, and they were determined to make remus realize his feelings for you once and for all. they had enlisted the help of the girls, and they were all in on the plan. they knew that you had feelings for remus (even if you didn't know it yet), of course they did- they were your best friends after all. and so they were determined to help you win his heart.

the gryffindor common room was decorated with streamers and fairy lights, and the air was filled with the sound of laughter and music. they were all dressed to the nines, ready to have a good time.

lily was wearing a beautiful green dress that complemented her fiery red hair and made james’ jaw drop and eyes almost pop out of his sockets the moment she entered the common room, marlene was in a sleek black jumpsuit, and alice was in a stunning pink dress that matched her bubbly personality.

but it was you who caught remus's eye as soon as you walked into the room and made your way towards the girls, in need of a drink. remus couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy as he watched other guys eye you from head to toe from across the room.

as the night went on, the marauders put their plan into action. they made sure that you were always by remus's side, engaging him in the conversation and laughing at his awkward jokes (which to be fair were actually funny). they even got sirius to ask you to dance, knowing that it would make remus jealous.

but remus was too caught up in his own feelings to notice what was going on around him. he couldn't take his eyes off you, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something was different about you tonight. you seemed more confident, more sure of yourself, and it was driving him crazy.

as you danced with sirius, his hands on your body and you laughing at his stupid jokes, remus wished it was him instead, he hadn’t realized that his grip had tightened around the cup he was holding, his eyes narrowing. he wished it was his hands on you, dancing with him, and he realized he was longing the sound of your laughter at his admittedly stupid jokes.

it was then that Remus realized the depth of his feelings for you, a realization that both thrilled and terrified him. he had spent so long denying his feelings, burying them deep within his heart, that he didn't know how to express them. he was scared, terrified from both the fact that there was a possibility you didn’t share his feelings back, and the possibility of him hurting you one way or another.

with a surge of determination, and maybe too much of alcohol in his system, even tho he couldn’t really get drunk due to his condition, he still could get tipsy, and the tipsy remus was way more confident than the sober remus. he made his way over to you and sirius, his heart pounding in his chest. he had to tell you how he felt, before it was too late.

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Mr. Blue Sky | marauders x reader

Pairing: J.P. x R.B. x R.L x Female Hufflepuff Reader Word Count: 3 k Warnings: None Prompt: You had your entire birthday planned, it would be the perfect picnic, but... a storm has ruined it entirely and now, you can't help but feel absolutely desolated. Of course, your boys would never allow you to be sad on your birthday.

Happy Birthday my beloved Lily flower! I truly hope you have the best of days today and even if you didn't have your garden picnic in the end, know that you can still have the most brilliant day ever, after all, there's always a rainbow after the rain.

Wirtten for @starchaser-lily

You had it all ready. You had ordered the dress that you would wear. You had asked the elves in the kitchen for a proper banquet, thankfully, since you often went there, and you had helped them cook some stuff before (cakes for your boys), they were more than happy to help you with your plan. In fact, Bub, a small elf that seemed to always be around, had gotten so excited about the idea of helping you with your plan that she had started jumping all over the kitchen and looking for all the things she would need to prepare it.

You had to remind her that the event wasn’t going to be until the next Tuesday like 3 times before she stopped jumping around; she already had eggs, flour, food coloring, and sugar in her arms, and a bunch of other ingredients floating behind her when she understood what you meant. You had told her that she could work on the cake if that’s what she wanted, and that the design would be all up to her. Which made her fallen face turn into a delighted one in a second, and she walked over to the side to start sketching some things in her notebook.

You had prepared and made the invitations; it was going to be a small gathering, but you still wanted it to be perfect. One of your friends from abroad had sent you an adorable tablecloth with cute yellow details that matched your house colors, and she’d sent a birthday card along with it. Although she warned you not to touch it, let alone open it until it was officially your birthday. The red envelope was deterrent enough, but you were too curious not to try and pry, so you opened it on the side just slightly and found yet another envelope inside.

"I knew you’d try to open it, babe. Now you must be warned, if you actually open the one you’re reading now, it will blow up. I’ve used all my knowledge and even asked that Remus boy of yours to help me. He’s absolutely brilliant in charms. Love you. Ps. For the love of Merlin, leave it closed."

You had laughed at her note and placed the threatening envelope on your night table. It made you smile whenever you read it, and you were pretty excited to see what would be inside of it. But if the bright red sign that said “DO NOT OPEN TILL BIRTHDAY” hadn’t been enough, the threat of an explosion had. Especially since you knew your friend’s exceptional ability in charms, and if she really had teamed up with Remus, then the most likely scenario was that it really, really would blow up if you didn’t do as told.

Either way, the tablecloth she’d gotten you was perfect; it was even charmed so the delicate drawings on it would move and swirl around, making the yellow and gold tones distractingly beautiful. And once Madam Pomfrey saw it, she was more than happy to lend you her picnic baskets.

You had, pretty much, prepared every single detail of your small party, gathering items and making sure the food would be ready, and you were impossibly excited for the 30th.

And then, the day came… You woke up to the sound of a soft splish-splash against the window. But you were still half-asleep to really notice what was going on. And then you heard it again, a soft ticking sound, like something soft, was tapping against it. You frowned and slowly opened your eyes. It was rather dark for it to be already 8 am. You focused on the sound, and when you realized where it came from, your gaze snapped towards the window.

“No, no, no…” you whispered as you saw the small droplets of rain fall one after the other, filling the window with their soft watery trails. The rain was soft, and as you looked out and saw the grey clouds, you could only hope it would go away soon enough.

You huffed and pulled the Daily Prophet from underneath your bed and revised the weather section over and over again. You had been marking the day with red all day of the week, and while it had said it would be cloudy, not a single one of the predictions mentioned anything even remotely close to a small shower.

“Everything all right, luv?” Your roommate asked. “Oh, and Happy Birthday!” she added with a smile.

“Thanks,” you mumbled in response. “It’s just– It’s raining.”

“Lovely day, innit?” Another one of your roommates said as she looked out of the window.

You loved rainy days; you truly did. There was something about staying inside and reading a good book while you watched the raindrops crash against the window that was so romantic; you couldn’t even get enough of it.

But today?

Today you hated rainy days!

You had been planning your picnic for months, getting the right food and the right clothes and managing to get all the boys at the same time at the same place, which was hard enough because everyone was either studying or doing one of their extracurriculars and yet… you had managed.

So much for a perfect picnic, you thought as you looked up at the sky yet again. With another sigh, you got up and put on your uniform, walking down the stairs to the common room in what you tried to make it look like not a mopey attitude. Especially with all your housemates pulling you in for hugs and wishing you a happy birthday.

Even Madam Pomfrey had stopped you on your way out to give you a short hug and tell you to have an incredibly good day. You had smiled and told her that it probably would, even if on the inside, you were absolutely certain everything had been absolutely ruined.

You went to the great hall, but just on the entrance, and when you spotted the boys looking rather eager, you decided you did not need any reminders of what an awful day it was and decided to skip breakfast altogether, opting instead to walk towards the library and look for a book. Perhaps reading as you watched the raindrops fall against the window, like you loved so much doing, would put you in a better mood.

You weren’t too hopeful for it, and frankly, you didn’t really want to do it either, so when you got to the library and found a book that seemed mildly entertaining, you took it in both of your hands and went straight into one of the most hidden reading nooks available. Few people knew of it, and you didn’t expect anyone to be looking for you there either. Not on a Tuesday, not on a class day, not with the NEWTS so close and certainly not with the fact that your year had Potions with Slughorn as the first class. So you hid in the reading nook as you read the book.

And you couldn’t have made a worse pick, not because the book was bad, in fact, you had read the first and second books of the collection, and you thought they were delightful. In fact, you loved Anne; you liked her positivity and you could easily see yourself as her, except that she was awfully positive and the mood you were in at the moment was far too dreadful to even consider her positivity a good trait. The more you read, the more annoying you found her because, how was it possible that she was so happy and you were so completely and utterly miserable?

You felt silly; you had magic and you had friends that loved you and a place in this bloody delightful school, and you were moping like a little kid over a rainy day. You really had to get yourself together or else–

“So this is where you’ve been hiding?” You heard him say with a short smile as he got in through the tapestry.

You closed your eyes and winced when you realized how stupid you’d been, hiding in the place he had shown you; of course, he’d find you. It looked as if you wanted to be found by one of them. Did you? Perhaps deep in your subconscious, you sought the kind of support only they could offer.

“Reggie,” you said softly and turned to him with a forced smile. “Lovely to–”

“Don’t even try,” he responded, cutting your bullshit in an instant. “Remus told me you didn’t go for breakfast or to class.”

“Well–”

“And Jamie has been going around pestering all your roommates; they were pretty upset, they had prepared something for you at breakfast.”

You gulped and pouted at how harsh Reggie was being. Not even a “happy birthday sweetheart.”

“So?”

“So?” you responded confused.

“Why are you here, hiding from the world on your most special day?”

“It’s raining,” you responded simply, looking out at the window again. You had held onto this naive hope that the rain would go away fast and that things would still be able to do your picnic, albeit slightly wet and murky; the possibility was still there. Except that said hope had been crushed when you heard a thunder ripple through the sky, making the entire window tremble with its might. It was no longer just rain; it was pretty much a storm.

“Yeah, I noticed.”

“My birthday is ruined.”

Reggie frowned and leaned in right next to you, peering down from where he was to look at you directly in the eyes, “Because of some silly rain?”

You huffed, “Because it was a picnic, Reggie!” you spat angrily and left the room out of there before he even had the chance to follow.

“Hey, wait!” he said as you left the place and sighed after not being able to find you at all. “I was gonna wish you a happy birthday,” he added in a sad tone as he pulled a small little envelope from his pocket. Forrest green paper and a silver bow, his birthday gift for you.

You had been running so fast with your disillusionment charm, looking back to make sure that Reggie wasn’t following that you didn’t notice the moment you crashed into someone, but he did, holding you by the shoulders as he stared at you. “Dove?” he asked as he tried to see through your charm.

You frowned and shut your eyes with a sigh. You might have been able to run from Reggie, but running away from Remus would be an impossible task. First of all, he was freakishly tall; second, he was literally a werewolf and fit as hell.

“Remus,” you said awkwardly, and he pulled you into a hug. “Happy Birthday,” he whispered into your ear, and you let out something between a sob and a laugh. Reggie caught up with the two of you a few seconds later and joined Remus’ hug.

“Happy birthday, you prat!” He said as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Can’t believe you’d let Remus hug you but run away from me, your favorite boyfriend.”

“You’re not her favorite,” you heard another voice say from the side; you hadn’t seen him at all but apparently, Jamie had also been around. “That’s obviously me.”

Remus just rolled his eyes at the petty little fight they were about to start. James loved getting on Reggie’s nerves. The tension they’d build up with that would always end up satisfactorily for the two of them.

“Did you finish that?” Reggie asked, and James grinned.

“Duh,” he responded as he placed a hand on Reggie’s shoulder to be able to see your face; as much as he adored his boyfriend’s long hair, it was still way too long at the moment. In fact, a few inches and he’d basically be Sirius (but actually fuckable).

“Come on,” Remus said as you pulled away from him, finally letting the disillusionment charm go.

“Boys, you are very sweet but, I’d rather be alone for a while. You know I had this whole thing planned and–”

“Shhhh,” James said as he placed his hand on your shoulder. “Just shut up and let us guide you.”

“But I really am not in the mood for anything right now.”

“Except for moping around in a reading nook,” Regulus said with a shrug; he was walking a few steps behind the two of you.

You turned to him with a reproachful stare, and Remus just pulled you closer to him, not quite letting go of you yet in case you would try to run off and hide somewhere. Of course, they had the map, but you had found ways to cheat your way out of it since you were helping them make it impossible. But while that meant the map would be incredible, it also meant that you were among the only people who knew how to sneak away from them.

Sirius thought it was hilarious, but your boyfriends thought it was immensely annoying. “Are we going to the Ravenclaw common room?” you asked with a frown.

“Just let us take you there,” James responded with a self-assured smile. You tried not to pay attention to how handsome he looked, although the walk along with them, even if you weren’t going to admit it, had already made you feel a lot better. Especially with Regulus and James’ constant teasing of the other. So much that Reggie almost pushed James off the stairs but managed to pull him back just in time, and James pulled him in for a kiss.

“Boys, behave,” Remus huffed slightly exasperated; though there was a sly smile playing on his face, especially after he saw a similar one on yours.

By the time you had gone the entire flight of stairs, you and Rem were actually laughing along Jamie for some silly joke, and Regulus was really trying to hold back his laughter and keep a stoic face as James kept looking at him with a know-it-all smile and raised eyebrows as if daring him not to laugh.

“Oh, almost there,” James said as he walked behind you and placed his hands over your eyes.

“James, we’re still on the stairs; I can’t see shit,” you complained.

“We’ll catch you if you fall,” Reggie said casually, and you fought the blush creeping up your cheeks really hard.

You still had Rem’s hands, holding you by the waist as James helped you up the stairs, whispering in your ear whenever there was a new step and when you had to take a couple of steps up. By the time you stopped, you knew exactly where they were taking you but decided not to tell them. You didn’t want to ruin their little surprise.

“Okay,” James whispered. “Open your eyes,” he added as he slowly removed his hands from your face.

You actually gasped when you realized what had happened. Right there, in the middle of the room was your picnic cloth, the baskets Pomfrey had borrowed, and a bottle of sparkling wine along with cups and plates and a huge cake.

There were floating balloons on the ceiling, and even if the rain was storming just outside, the boys had charmed the area so the rain wouldn’t wet anything.

“How– but…”

James smiled as he walked in front of you and bowed down in an extremely exaggerated fancy waiter gesture, “that was actually Reggie’s idea,” he said as he placed his hands on Regulus’ shoulder, who almost scoffed in return. “He said you’d be upset, and we decided to make your picnic party even if it wasn’t by the lake like you had planned.” Then James pulled you towards him and planted a kiss on your lips, letting himself get carried away when you gasped and allowed him to deepen the kiss. When he pulled back, you were breathing heavily, and he had a cocky smile on his face. “Happy birthday, my love,” he added.

You let out a diverted scoff, and the boys guided you towards the picnic. You were reclined against Reggie after you’d said sorry for running away from him, and he was rubbing his hands over your arm as James started serving some of the sparkling wine.

The letter from your friend had been somewhere inside the picnic basket, and Remus was the one who pulled it open. It exploded into a bunch of confetti and then turned into a howler of your friend singing “Happy Birthday” at the top of her lungs and with a rather off-pitch, but you were so happy you could only smile as you continued to listen. Regulus was looking at you in a judging manner.

“She’s a terrible singer,” he whispered in your ear.

“Shut up, she’s lovely!”

“And you’re deaf,” he added. “And I might be too now.”

“Shut up, Regulus!” the howler said as it stopped mid-song; he turned towards it genuinely petrified. Remus’ snigger was barely audible.

So she had asked for his help after all. “Still can’t believe you’re dating a Slytherin,” she added and then continued with her song. Once it was over, the howler moved a little closer to you. “Hope you’re having the best day ever, and that the boys treat you right. If not, I’ll make sure to call Sirius and make a plan with him to make all of their lives absolutely miserable,” there was a small pause, “Love you to the moon and back, my dear flower,” she added, and then the howler turned into more confetti and some gold glitter.

“Should I be jealous?” James teased.

“Of her? Probably,” you joked then leaned onto him again.

The rest of the night was spent smiling, joking, and enjoying the delicious food Bub had worked on all night. The boys had caught her in the halls looking for you, and she had happily given them the food along with a small present for you. Reggie had gotten you a necklace with a star, Remus a stunningly bound copy of your favorite book, and James had gotten you a ring with the sun on it.

And that’s how your birthday was spent, in between tears of laughter, delicious food, and surrounded by the sun, the moon, and the star.

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hey, could you write a one shot where Sirius, as his playboy self, had sex with y/n, dates her for a week, and his cocky demeanor thought y/n would plead for them to talk after the week, but it's like she ACTUALLY knew what she was getting herself into, so she's accepted the fact that they broke up, and Sirius is like "huh? she's not desperate? how does that work?" and then ANGST with a happy ending please i need this

womanizer

pairing- sirius black x reader warning(s)- angst, 18+ content, drinking, hints at sexual assault. a/n- man has me in a chokehold

ps- trying to write more dialogue heavy fics, so a bit different than usual.

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to think that I would be a victim, not another say it, play it, how you want it but no way I'm never gonna fall for you, never you, baby

it's not an act of public humiliation, or embarrassment for you as sirius had expected when you catch him with his tongue down some other guy's throat. instead you smirk, taking a swig of your drink, swaying your hips to the music, walking towards your group of friends. sirius wipes saliva off his lips, his fingers gripping tight around his glass of firewhiskey.

lily rolls her emerald eyes, grabbing your arm and pulling you closer to her, whispering into your ear,

'weren't you guys dating?' she enquires, her tone weaved with curiosity.

'me and the puppy dog?' you chuckle, arching your eyebrow.

'yeah?'

'oh, yeah, for a week. but he likes to lap dance on everyone's dicks and pussies doesn't he?'

she chuckles at your statement, the throaty laugh filling your ears. you smile, taking a seat on the soft plushy sofa, your ass sinking into the cushion comfortably. it's no surprise to you that sirius would have sex with you, whimper false praises of affection while ramming his cock into you, take you on dates just to leave you. you knew what he was like, bold and extravagantly handsome. he was a fucking womanizer, a player of hearts, with girls and boys falling to their knees with every swagger of his step. it was no hushed secret that the man was good in the bedroom, because he knew what he was doing, and neither was he afraid to explore the different spectrums of sex. he was charming, and if you were honest, you thought he could charm even a brick wall.

his charm you could resist, but the way he fucked? oh lord you so couldn't resist that.

you feel the sofa sinking beside you, a scent of cedar and marijuana tantalizing your nostrils.

'hi james,' you acknowledge his presence. he smiles, pouring you a drink in your glass. you arch your eyebrow,

'this shit non-alcoholic?' you question.

'drink up to find out won't you?' he offers you a shit eating grin. you smirk,

'that won't be very fun,'

'we'll see about that....i'll get padfoot to check upon you if you get a hangover,' he replies, his shoulders dancing to the beat of the music. you ruffle with his curly hair,

'nope, that puppy dog's too busy shoving his damned tongue down everyone's throat,'

he winces, before cursing. 'again?'

'yeah,'

'doesn't it bother you? i mean he was shoving your fingers into you yesterday in class and now he's out there making out with other people,'

you laugh, patting his shoulder.

'i know what he's like,'

you're not sure whether his face turns red because of your statement, for sheer embarrassment for his friend or because lily catches his eye, swaying her hips with mary's and drinking away endless shots of tequila. somehow the marauders had manipulated lily to sneak in 'muggle alcohol' within the walls of hogwarts without getting her head girl reputation and pride tarnished.

'smoke pot?' he asks, gritting his teeth as lily flaunts her lovely red hair, batting her eyelashes before wrapping them around mary's neck and dancing away to the music that fills the common room. james had finally gotten his chance with lily, after she'd said yes for a date....but the both of them weren't on exclusive terms. at least no labels of being in a relationship.

you smile, 'get ya girl. she'd doing it to get your attention potter,'

his eyes brighten under the dim lights and he scoots away to his 'lily-flower', on a mission to steal her from mary.

you continue taking sips from the drink james had poured in for you. while you usually kept away from alcoholic drinks, you needed one tonight. the party felt warm and stuffy, with your friends gone away to enjoy the presence of their lovers or hook-ups. it was too much, the sight of sirius making out with someone who wasn't you. it wasn't something you should've been bothered about, but he took up a space in your head which you just couldn't escape from.

it was a strong dose of alcohol. it got you filtering your tension through a few sips, loosening your senses and anxiety. very soon you'd found yourself hazing away from the line of reality and dreams, your eyes deciphering blonde curls before you fell asleep, you head slack on a muscular shoulder.

*****

'god why can't you fucking leaving me just alone?' you scream with wrath, a strange tiring feeling consuming your insides, the sunlight trepid on your face, as you turn to face the window of your dorm.

'because you're hungover. did you know malfoy actually try touch you yesterday night?' sirius answers, his hand shaking from anger he bottles up inside him. tears well into your eyes, soreness clinging you from within as you bite your lip, you face still hidden.

'why do you even care?' you turn around.

his eyes widen, the gray in his eyes darkening at the thought that you thought he didn't care about you.

'why, why, why? you slept with me, whispered fake promises and shit and now you're acting up, as if you fucking give a shit,'

'i do give a shit about you! even if i didn't fucking love you so much, i would've given a shit because no one deserves to be touched in a nonconsensual manner.'

your eyes widen, as you spit loathe for the words of foul lies he throws from his pretty lips. you're burning red with anger and confusion,

'shut the fuck up. you don't love me. you had your tongue down some random dude's throat last night and now you're spewing fucking bullshit about loving me,'

'i do love you.' he says, as if fighting a nightmare.

'bullshit honey, if you loved me you wouldn't have done what you chose to do last night,'

'i do fucking love you! god i was so scared of getting attached to you, of gaining feelings for you, but somewhere when we started dating, i realized i had always liked-god loved you! it was so scary, i got fucking drunk and pissed at myself. james told me that i was sitting on the bathroom floor, crying with one sock on. he told me i could mumble nothing but your name and how scary it was in my head to fall for you!'

'if you loved me you wouldn't have pulled such a cowardly move sirius. just leave me alone.' you whisper.

'no, i love you, i'm not walking away. i'm gonna prove how much a love you.' he says, with each step walking closer to you. his warm breath fans over your already heated face, as he holds your face, his thumb gliding over the back of your ear.

'please,' he whispers, almost like a beg. you feel his eyes scan your face, as you hold the collar of his t-shirt, pulling him close to your face. you brush his lips against yours,

'on your knees. now,' you demand. his mouth slacks open at your demanding tone, his knees wobbling as you lock eyes with him.

'if you want to prove you love me, you've to do what i say. on your knees,' you whisper. he grabs your thighs, slowly moving down upon his knees, still maintaining the eye contact with you. you bend down, grabbing his raven locks,

'come on puppy, do what you do the best.'

his finger twirls around the cotton of your underwear, pulling it down your thighs. you feel your knees weaken as his tongue prods at your clit, sucking upon the sensitive bud. you whimper, rotating your hips against his face, his stubble scratching against your inner thighs, his breath hot on your mound. his finger enters your pussy, stretching you open.

'f-fuck, you feel so good,' you praise, feeling the coil of orgasm building inside you. it's like a ferocious fire, the touch and twirl of his tongue haunting your pleasures.

'go on, go on, make me fucking cum,' you demand, while you rub yourself on his tongue. he moans against your pussy, the vibrations sending you into a frenzy of need that drives you crazy. your orgasm comes ripping apart, as your thighs shake and you feel release coating his face.

he stands up, smiling, his chin glistening with your juices. he grabs you by your throat, pushing you on your bed. in a swift move, he's gotten out of his pants, freeing his thick, long and hard cock.

'i'm a slave for your love,' he says, before ramming his whole cock into you, splitting you open, swallowing up your moans and whimpers with his mouth upon yours. he's consuming you, abusing your pretty little hole, ramming into you, pinning you onto your mattress. his teeth glide down upon your neck, marking pretty spots on the skin, before opening the buttons of your shirt with his teeth, freeing your breasts. his moves his hips with yours in a rhythmic manner like he's got your body memorized. it's maniacal, the way he has explored you, the way he hits your g-spot so perfectly with each thrust.

it's not long before you feel the familiar feeling of burning up, gnawing coil bubbling inside you. you feel like you're going mad,

'oh-god-fucking shit, sirius!' you scream, as he groans, his finger circling your clit with the perfect amount of friction you liked. his tongue latches on your nipple, ramming into you with full force, like a symphony of imprinting the 'bullshit' of him loving you into your head. he feels your cunt tightening around his cock,

'i-i fucking love you. you got that?' he asks, pushing into your guts, even deeper with every word that slips out of his mouth.

'y-yes-you love me! god- i'm so close,' you scream, cumming around his cock, his seed spilling into your warm cunt simultaneously. there's a beat of silence that hangs as the both of you pant, sweat clinging upon your chests. your eyes are locked, it's as if you're speaking with your eyes, before he falls on you, his lips intertwined with yours.

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Wash Away the Pain #2 - Hunter

Fleeing Kamino, Hunter knows they’ve made a mistake, but he isn’t sure how to fix it. Could they even fix it? Who knows. All he does know is that he’s way out of his depth.

Pairing: Hunter x gn!reader (can be seen as platonic or romantic)

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: whump, guilt, hurt and comfort, brief mention of order 66, hopeful ending.

A/N: I was heavily inspired by these gorgeous drawings by @thattoothpick.

This is part of a mini-series where each of our boys will get their sad/angsty shower time, but they can be read as standalone's.

Check out others in the series: Echo, Tech, Wrecker, and Crosshair.

ps; don't care what's canon or not, the Marauder has a fresher 😂

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It’s late, but Hunter can’t sleep.

How did things go so sideways?

They never leave their own behind, and yet…

He sighs, head thunking back against the shower wall. There wasn’t much room in the small fresher on the Marauder, but it was the only space he could be alone with his thoughts. Guilt churns in his gut. What the hell had happened to his baby brother? Why had he fired at them?

Crosshair’s demeanour had changed ever since the order on Kaller. His brother would’ve never fired on a child in the past; he would’ve listened – albeit with a snarky comment – when told to stand down. It was as if Crosshair had been replaced by someone else.

But rather than getting to the bottom of it, they’d left him.

He’d left him.

So much for being a good leader. A good brother.

The quiet click of the fresher door doesn’t even register to Hunter as his thoughts spiral, clutching the bandana wrapped around his fist.

The touch of your hand on his tattooed cheek rips him from his thoughts, head tipping forward to look at you standing before him under the shower spray.

You’d heard Hunter get up and had heard him head to the fresher and turn on the shower. Tech, Wrecker, and Omega remain asleep. Echo is on watch as you travel through hyperspace. As the squads nat-born medic, called in because of the inability of your boys to get along with regs, it was your job to look after their wellbeing. And now it felt like Hunter needed some care.

“Hey, H.” You greet him softly once he looks at you. Living in such close quarters had desensitised you to nudity – you’d seen all the boys in varying states of undress over the years and had even ripped blacks from them when they’d been injured to give you more room to work.

Hunter doesn’t bless you with any words, just a tiny nod of his head in acknowledgement. He doesn’t need to say anything for you to understand what’s going on in his head.

“It’s not your fault.” You whisper, fingers smoothing down his face and neck, pushing back wet strands of dark hair plastered to his skin until your palm presses against his chest. 

Hunter’s gaze lingers on yours, searching for reassurance that you may hold the answers he desperately seeks. The steam from the shower swirls around both of you.

“I should’ve done something,” Hunter mutters, his voice a low rasp. The guilt in his eyes mirrors the storm within him. “I left him behind. Left my own brother.”

Your fingers smooth over his collarbone, a gesture of comfort. “You did what you had to do to protect the rest of us. Crosshair wasn’t himself. You couldn’t have predicted it.”

Hunter’s jaw tightens, and his gaze drops to the swirling water pooling at his feet. The Marauder’s constant hum provides a backdrop to the heavy silence between you.

“He’s my responsibility,” Hunter admits, a raw vulnerability in his voice. “I should’ve found a way to save him.”

Your fingers tilt his chin, forcing him to meet your gaze again. “Hunter, you’re only human. You can’t control the choices others make. All you can do is protect the ones who are still here.”

He closes his eyes briefly as if trying to shut out the haunting images that plague his mind.

“You’re not alone in this, H.” You assure him. “We’re a team, and we’ll figure this out together. Whatever happened to Crosshair, we’ll find a way to bring him back.”

Hunter’s shoulders relax, if only slightly, under the weight of your words. The subtle touch of your fingers against his chest feels like an anchor, grounding him in the present moment.

A mixture of gratitude and anguish plays across Hunter’s features. He opens his mouth to respond, but no words come out. Instead, he steps forward, his wet skin meeting your soaked clothes as the shower’s spray cascades around you both.

Without a word, you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a gentle embrace. A hand cups the back of your head, the other around your waist, holding you close. The water from the shower mingles with the tears that escape his closed eyes. You hold him, offering solace in the only way you know how. Hunter’s breath steadies as he clings to the lifeline of human connection.

As the minutes pass, the weight on Hunter’s shoulders seems to ease. The guilt doesn’t vanish entirely, but it becomes a shared burden. You pull back slightly, holding him at arm’s length. Your eyes lock onto his. “We’ll find him, Hunter.” You affirm, your voice unwavering. “Whatever changed him, we’ll get to the bottom of it. And if there’s a way to bring him back, we’ll find that too.”

Hunter’s expression softens, a mixture of gratitude and determination replacing the turmoil. He nods a silent agreement that resonates through the small fresher. The two of you stand there for a moment longer, the steady hum of the Marauder and the pattering of the shower the only sounds in the room.

You reach for his hand, unfurling the bandana wrapped around it. Quietly, you wrap one end around your hand, too. “We’re with you, Hunter. No matter what.”

Hunter’s grip tightens on his end of the bandana, the physical connection serving as a tangible reminder of the support he has. “What do we do about the kid?” He asks softly, thrown so far out of his element.

You shrug, not having thought that far ahead. “We figure that out, too. You said it yourself: she’s one of us.”

“Never raised a kid before.” Hunter murmurs, brows drawing down into a frown. He could remember himself and his brothers at Omega’s age, but that was his only reference point.

A soft laugh leaves you, echoing in the fresher. “And you think I have?” You tease, delight flaring in your chest as Hunter’s lips pull up slightly into a smile. That was more like it.

Silence lingers between you both again, comfortable as always, but you watch as Hunter’s eyes glaze over a little. “He’ll think we abandoned him in favour of her.” He swallows, jaw clenching as the earlier guilt rears its head again.

“Perhaps, but we know that’s not the case.” You reassure him, hand shifting from his chest to smooth across his bicep, across the dark ink that shades it. “We were kitting up to go and find him, to break him out of wherever he’d been taken.”

Hunter knows you’re right, but pushing away his thoughts is hard. “Should’ve stunned him. Should’ve…”

“Hey. We’re not falling down that ash-rabbit hole, okay?” Your voice is more assertive this time, though still laced with care. “There’s a lot of ‘should’ve’ in life, but if that’s all we focus on, then we miss out on the here and now and forget to look to the future. What’s done is done, how we survive this…takeover…of the Empire, and how we get him back are all matters.” You insist, both hands rising to cup Hunter’s face to draw his focus to you.

It works. Hunter’s eyes find yours as he leans into the comfort you willingly give him. “Think we’ll survive?”

“I’ve spent three years with you. I’ve seen you guys pull off the impossible before.” You point out.

Hunter’s lips quirked into a half-smile, a glimmer of hope breaking through the clouds of doubt that had shrouded him. “Yeah, well, we have the best medic in the galaxy on our side.”

You playfully roll your eyes at his attempt to lighten the mood, but it does its job. “Flattery won’t get you out of the next round of physicals, Sergeant.”

He chuckles, the sound a welcome reprieve from the heavy atmosphere that had lingered moments before. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Let’s get some rest.” You suggest, the exhaustion evident in both of your eyes. “We’ll face whatever comes next with clear heads and a plan.”

With a nod, Hunter switches off the shower, and the two of you step out to towel off, changing into clean blacks stored in the only locker in the room. As you return to the racks, you glimpse Omega, still curled on her makeshift bed. She stirs slightly but settles quickly. Hunter places a hand on your shoulder, a silent expression of gratitude.

As you settle into your bunk, you glance at Hunter, resting in his bed across from you. His eyes meet yours, and an unspoken promise is made in that shared gaze. The journey may be arduous and treacherous, but together, as a family, you will face it all. The Marauder hurtles through the star-studded void, a small vessel carrying the hopes and dreams of those who refuse to be crushed by the weight of a galaxy in turmoil.

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[romancingdaffodils]

Love Kills.

part 1

bassist!rockstar!remus lupin x roadie!reader

In which one of your closest friends happens to be Sirius Black, who is also the drummer in the infamous punk band: The Marauders. You’ve met Remus Lupin twice before the tour begins and you found yourself quite enthralled with him. The more time you spend, the greater the need is.

warnings : mention of drinking, and that’s about it. gender neutral reader with a small understanding of drums and stuff :333

title stolen from Love Kills - Joe Strummer

hiii i know you missed me

i’d like to give a special thanks to @alegsy for all his help on this one. and if you like Alex turner go check out @joepublicspeakings :33. Seriously Al thank you much for helping me out with all the roadie tech stuff and ideas and punk music too it really means a lot and i love you sooooo much. thank u smsm

ps pls ignore that matt plays electric and not bass it’s not my fault i love him so much

Sirius Black was by far the most interesting man you've ever met. He was also the reason you were stood with your hands clasped tightly around the handles of two stuffed bags.

"C'mooon, you know me, it'll be fun! You like the music, know the tech, got the skills nailed. You're the perfect roadie, join us." Sirius begged, following you around the bar. You frowned at him. Unfortunately for the raven haired man, you liked your job, which meant it took a lot more convincing to get you onside.

"Sleeping in a glorified caravan for god knows how many days doesn't exactly seem like my idea of fun! Plus, Sirius, I only really know James. Met the other lanky one, what, twice? Don't know the last guys name! It's not fair." you argued, crossing your arms and glaring at him. You had included a small white lie in the fact Remus Lupin was not known as the lanky one in your mind - you were familiar with the version of him that haunted your daydreams. He pouted at you. Yes, the fully grown man pouted at you.

"It pays well-ish! It'll get you in with the industry and it's months with your favourite person, ever. Me! On top of that, it's not a glorified caravan, we invested this year so shut your trap." he whined, giving his best puppy dog eyes.

"Right, fine, maybe. I'll, consider it. And, never ever say 'shut your trap' again. You're a daft twat, you know that?" you caved. He grinned.

"So that's a yes! And I'll do you the favour of assuming you're just trying to keep me humble." he grinned once again. Mentally, you smashed your head through a glass pane. What had you gotten yourself into?

“Nice shirt.” a voice spoke from beside you, giving you a small smile. You smiled back. The lanky one - Remus Lupin, you reminded yourself. Not that you needed much reminding; the honey eyed man stuck firmly in your brain.

“Thanks, didn’t know you liked Bowie. Thought all the punk stuff would be more for you.” you joked, peering up at him. He scoffed, as though your statement was the most insane thing he’d heard.

“Can still like the ‘punk stuff’ and Bowie. Plus, he’s a genius. Done every style and more, like.” he replied, some sort of northern accent coming in thick and fast. He was different to Sirius in many ways and you took comfort in it. Even though, at times, Remus was a tad bit mean. But, not really to you. The three times (including now) you’d met him he’d been quite lovely. Sirius had chewed your ear off about that.

“It took me years to get a grin out of him! And you do it straight away? It’s so not fair!” he whined, leaning against the counter of the pub’s bar.

“You’ll recover, posho, promise.” you said, giggling to yourself at his heartbreak.

“Yeah, suppose you’re right. Nice to see you again, by the way. It’s been a while. ‘m excited for the tour and stuff.” you said, deciding that changing the subject might suit you better.

“Me too, can’t believe Sirius actually got you on as a roadie. Did he physically fight you for it? Last time we asked you were dead set against it.” he gestured for you to walk beside him as he spoke. He was holding his bags in one hand and his bass case in the other. He made short work of putting everything bar his bag of necessities into the storage bin. Then, quickly took your own off of you, shoving them into the storage of the bus. He didn’t seem to mind doing the heavy lifting for you.

“He harassed me, a lot. At work. A lot. It’s fine though, I think I’ll enjoy it if I’m honest. If all else fails at least I’ll get contacts and friends out of it, yeah?” Remus snickered. He smiled down at you as he closed up the storage compartment.

“I’ve been telling myself that for the past, what? Decade? Trust me, he entices you in, you’re trapped now. Failed plenty of times and don’t think I’ve gained much - apart from wanting to bash all three of their heads in. On multiple occasions.” you giggle; he smiles.

“Ah well, just promise me you won’t let me kill anyone then. I’ll do the same for you.” you said, holding out your pinky for him to close the promise. It was childlike and somewhat immature, sure, but it locked the deal closed. Wrapping his pinky around yours, Remus silently agreed to your proposition.

“It’s nice to meet you— Jesus Christ! You’re lanky. Sorry. That was mean. Remus, right?! I’m the one Sirius told you about.” you shouted over the blaring music. Submission by the Sex Pistols was causing the entire room to shake and was rocking you to your core.

“Yeah. I know you. Been trying to keep up with Pads, by chance?” Remus chuckled down at you, assuming you weren’t always this dishevelled.

“Always. Thought I could out drink him, you know, for a posh boy, the lad can drink.” he smiled.

“Perks of going to a boarding school. Mix with all sorts of people, it was good for him.” you smiled.

The night seemed to fly by and you couldn’t keep yourself away from Remus. Flocking to him like a moth to a flame, your cheeks were beginning to hurt from smiling so much. Thankfully, the incomprehensible amount of vodka you had consumed helped dull the pain.

“Can’t believe we haven’t met before.” you purred, peering up at him.

“Neither. Pads is cruel, keeps all his best friends to himself. Didn’t know there was anyone else on the planet who actively enjoyed The Clash and Dostoyevsky.” he responded, bringing a green tinted glass bottle to his lips.

“Let me try it.” you demanded, holding out your hand.

“You don’t like beer.” he said, giving you a small grin.

“Wanna try, it might be different.”

“Oh, yeah? All the beers you’ve had in your life and this one just might be different.” despite his teasing, he offered you the bottle. It did in fact not taste any different. It still tasted like piss.

“Nah, still rank.”

“Shame, that, really.”

You grinned. He smirked.

The tour bus was now filled. The four key members of the band: James, Sirius, Remus and Pete, who you’d finally remembered the name of and the rest of the members of your new team. Oh! And the support band, who you kept forgetting about, The Valkyries. Lovely girls, all of them. It tickled you somewhat that James and Lily were in rival bands. And, that some how they’d persuaded the rivals to support them. The roadies with you had mostly known the Marauders since school, which inevitably led to you feeling like an outcast. It really struck home as they were all discussing stories from their youth. The road was a relentless treadmill of travel and you were provided no solace. Until a small voice called your name.

“You busy?” Remus asked, poking his head into your bunk.

“Trying to be.” you joked, smiling over at him. He looked ridiculously oversized compared to the glorified caravan.

“Don’t think you aren’t welcome. They’re lovely. Sit up a bit, will you? My knees are killing I need to sit down.” you sat up, as he instructed. He sat on the bunk opposite yours, you faced him directly. It was a little scary- his ability to practically read your mind.

“I’m sure they are, just having second thoughts, as always. Dunno, you lot all went to school together. So, just a bit of an outcast, yanno?” you whispered, emphasising this was for Remus’s ears only. He nodded his head, and then began to shake it.

“Y’not an outcast. Promise. They’ll all love you once they get to know you. Like Pads does, poor fucker can’t leave you alone.” you laughed; he smiled. It wasn’t a sympathetic smile; it was genuine.

“I love Sirius too. Best friend you could ask for, really. It’s just such a shame he’s such a slag.” you joked. Remus laughed.

“Really is. How’ve you been since the incident?”

Remus’s hand was acting as a makeshift bobble as you threw up into the bar toilet. His other hand was rubbing small circles into your back.

“I hate him! I hate how much he can drink and- I hate this stupid bar.” you whined, in between sobs. Throwing up always made you cry.

“Shhh, yeah, I know. Come on, let it all out. Y’don’t need to cry, sweetheart, you’re fine. Just have to let it all out.” he cooed, still rubbing your back. God knows how you’d ended up exclusively talking to Remus the whole night and somehow still trying to out drink Sirius. You’d been fucked when the taller of the two showed up and now you were completely gone.

“This is so embarrassing. Sorry, I feel awful.” you threw up again after that.

“Got nothing to feel sorry about. Listen, been there done that with Sirius. Learnt my lesson the hard way too, plus I’m taller than you. Takes a lot more to get me drunk, yeah? He’s just insane. Don’t worry about it.” he comforted, not at all bothered by your sickness. Giving him a dopey smile, you were eternally grateful - even in your drunken state - that it was Remus you had befriended that night.

“Thank you, tell you what, I’ll do you a deal.” Remus nodded “Pinky promise if you ever get plastered I’ll do the same for you”. Holding out his pinky, Remus tilted his head at you. You locked pinkies with him for the first time (and most definitely not the last time).

“Good deal. Do you think we should get you home? Are you close? I’ll walk you if you are.” he offered, wrapping an arm around you to pull you up.

“Yeh, like ten minutes. Thank you, Remus, really. Bet you’re glad it’s me and not you, huh?” you joked, trying to add light to the situation. Leaning into him, you were relying solely on him to stay upright.

“Nah, know you’d do the same for me. Pinky promised it, didn’t you? And, it’s no problem. Think we’re going to be good friends.”

“Don’t bring that up around me. I’m still so embarrassed.” you complained, burying your head into your hands. Chuckling, Remus shook his head.

“Could’ve been worse, you could’ve declared your undying, unrelenting and pure love for Lily, whilst stood on top of the bar and using an empty vodka bottle as a microphone for the announcement. Poor Lils never recovered.” You lifted your head to give him the loudest laugh ever.

“They’re sooo cute. It’s upsetting.” you said, lying back down in your bunk. Remus watched your every move, subconsciously. “Oh, you said your knees were hurting. You get pains? Arthritis? My mum gets that in her knees, she just keeps moving, but I think it’s making it worse.” you rambled, turning your head to face him.

“Oh, yeah, just chronic pains, really. Just try and rest as often as possible.” he explained, stretching out his legs across the two bunks. His legs fell atop your own, now creating a bridge between the gap in the bunks. You smiled over at him.

“Must suck, huh? Well, let me know if I can help. Tour isn’t really resting.” you offered, giving him a big smile.

“Yeah, thank you, speaking of tour we aren’t far off Glasgow now.” he stated, peering out the window and then down at his watch.

“I’m ecstatic.” you stated sarcastically as your stomach twisted with nerves. Telling you not to worry, the sandy haired man gave you a smile that only made your stomach twist further.

The venue was a shit hole. A complete and utter shit hole. The ceiling had a badly patched up leak, which had almost destroyed Pete’s copy of the setlist. The reason Sirius had been so desperate to get you on his staff was because you specialised in drums - his instrument, of course. You’d managed to get everything set up relatively quickly. Carefully, you began to tighten the cymbals, listening for the correct pitch and length of the ring. Humming as you worked, you stopped every so often to admire the work of the rest of the team. Frank, who specialised in strings, was particularly impressive. He had finished up rather quickly and moved on to help his girlfriend, Alice, with getting everything ready for vocals. It seemed everyone here, but you had the perfect relationship. James and Lily were a lifetimes worth supply food for the green eyed monster. Frank and Alice were just as cute, but less well known as they weren’t in the limelight.

“All good?” he shouted over at you. You gave him a thumbs up and smiled over at Alice, who was fighting with some duct tape and a wire. Everything was all good for you, at the moment.

Finally, you finished up the final checks and placed a backup pair of sticks beside Sirius’s chair. It was then onto sound checks, all went well. You actually really quite liked the Marauders music. With inspiration from bands like The Clash and The Jam it’s hard to make a bad sound. He was weird in that he’d always carry around his sticks before the show, believing it would bring him good luck. In fact, in the first show you found out all the boys weird pre-show rituals. Pete laid down on the couch and threw chocolate raisins into his mouth. James clung onto Lily ever so slightly more than usual and insisted on drinking a shot of olive oil. As the lead singer he swore upon it for lubricating the vocal cords. You nearly gagged when you watched him do it. Whereas, Remus sat outside, cigarette in one hand and a cadburys chocolate bar in the other.

Trying to escape the rest of the boys, you ended up going outside and bumping into Remus during this. Quenching your thirst for normality, you couldn’t help your next actions. “Oh, sorry, hope I’m not interrupting.” you stated, giving him a small smile as you gravitated towards him.

“Nah, take it you saw James’s shot?” he said, before taking a long drag from the cigarette. Wincing, you looked at him with pure disgust in your eyes. “No I get it, can’t be around him when he does it either. Makes my jitters worse.”

“Christ, you don’t look nervous at all. Good poker face. Your sound check was really incredible though. James performs like Joe Strummer, it’s funny. You’re good, really fit the part of Paul, huh?” there was an unspoken message behind fitting the part of Paul. The bassist of the Clash and the so called good looking one of the group (as stated by their drummer, Topper). You thought the same about Remus.

“You calling us Clash tributes? Also, he humps less than Joe.” You laughed. Full force laughter left your lungs as you keeled over in genuine disbelief. Snickering, Remus looked down at you, a little scared you’d collapse on the floor and knock yourself out. You went to speak, but the words were drowned out in laughter. “That tickled you, dinnit?” he mumbled, dropping his cigarette and crushing it below his foot. The shout of ‘Five minutes till you’re on!’ snapped you out of your laughter. Grinning up at Remus, you tilted your head.

“Break a leg!”

“It’s not the theatre.”

“Oh, good luck.”

“Thank you.” he replied, smirking down at you. He pushed the final piece of his chocolate bar into your hand before walking inside for the ‘team talk’. Time seemed to move at the speed of light whenever the lanky man was around. You found yourself completely lost in everything about him. Seriously, you couldn’t believe how long Sirius had deprived you of this perfect man.

Frank had told you whilst you were setting up that the band always had a talk before going on stage. The talk often consisted of: “James don’t cry and don’t fuck up” from Sirius and Remus; “Dodge bottles, whatever you do don’t get hit please you’ll look stupid.” as the general message to the whole band and “Jump around”, which was mostly directed to Peter and Remus. Frank had also warned you about the dangers that came from within the crowd. Police. Famously, punk music was viewed as being quite aggressive; it ended up being the roadies job to make sure fighting and dancing could be differentiated. Sirius hadn’t told you about that part whilst advertising the job. However, now wasn’t the time to take offence.

Erupting like a volcano, the crowd filled the rotting venue with noise. You watched the boys sprint on stage. All leather and tight fitting trousers.

James really did look like Joe Strummer when he performed and Remus was right about his comparison too. Sirius looked truly ecstatic whenever he performed and the energy brought about by the show pulled Peter from his shell. And Remus, oh, Remus. He was entirely perfect.

Catching yourself, you blinked and shook your head. You’d met this man three times, including the current interactions and here you were, fawning over him. Sure, it’d get you in a little bit of trouble, but what harm is a crush. Right? Not much harm compared to glass bottles and punk rockers. Oh, and a leak in the ceiling with wires messily taped to the floor.

Bang.

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[turvi]

Dance With Me

Young Severus x reader

Severus sat far away from his usual spot on the Hogwarts grounds. It was his last year in Hogwarts and he was avoiding the Marauders like a plague. He hated how easily they were able to overpower him. For him, it was better that they forget he ever existed. He closed his eyes as the wind blew softly.

A flutter of wings interrupted his peace. He saw an owl sitting on his shoulder. Not just any owl, it was Y/n's owl, Bowie. He stifled a grin as he fed Bowie and took the letter from him. Bowie nudged his beak against Severus' cheek and flew away.

He opened the letter to see very familiar bad handwriting made worse he guessed so that he wouldn't know who wrote it. Nice try Y/n.

Hello Mr. Snape,

I hope this letter finds you in good health. It would be nice if you visit your dorm right now. Nothing suspicious, just it is healthy to visit your dorm every now and then. Alright, see you there Mr. Snape.

PS. This has nothing to do with your birthday which I am sure is not today.

With Love,

Anonymous.

Severus let out a chuckle. He didn't care what Y/n had planned for his birthday but he was going to visit his dorm just for her efforts.

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Severus slowly opens the door to his dorm and finds a radio playing songs softly on his desk. He looks around to find his lover but only finds a plate covered with a lid on his bed. He makes his way to the bed and opens the lid to find his favorite dessert Blancmange and another letter lying beside the plate.

Dear Severus,

Happy Birthday. I hope this birthday you feel better. I love you so much my words can't explain it. As the song suggests love works in strange ways. I never thought I would experience love like this. To feel so wanted, loved, and cherished is something one could only dream about.

I love how different we are from each other and still find new things to love about each other. I can't wait to marry you Severus and get to call you mine and be yours forever. I am so lucky that I am your lover Severus never forget that. Ever.

Yours

Y/n

Severus teared up from your words. He feels if anyone is lucky in this relationship it is him. All of a sudden there is a knock on his door he wipes his tears and opens his door to find you holding a wrapped gift and a bouquet.

"Y/n-

"Ah shush I won't hear anything this is all for you. You deserve this."

He smiled and walked closer to you brushing his lips against yours. "I was saying thank you"

"Oh Sevy if you want to thank me you have to dance with me loverboy"

Severus rolled his eyes at your antics "I told you not to call me that" he said with a stifled smile.

You placed his gifts on his tables "oh and what if I keep calling you that"

He wrapped his arms around your waist holding you so close you could feel his heart beating against yours.

"I am afraid then I will have to kiss that mouth of yours to keep you from calling me that again"

"Oh no," you said having one thing in common with Severus which is being dramatic.

He softly chuckled as he pressed his lips with yours. Thanking Merlin for the best gift he received this year. You.

A/N: I am so late but anyways. HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU DUNGEON BAT. Oh gosh, I love you so much. Please reblog and leave feedback if you like what I write

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[book-place]

All in the Personality

Warnings: panic attacks, cursing, slight violence (and implied), mentions of killing, bullying, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: James Potter x reader platonic, Sirius Black x reader platonic, Remus Lupin x reader platonic

Requests: hi! i miss her oneshots of the marauders, so... i would like to make a request where the reader is being the victim of mean comments, but not about her appearance but about her personality (since she is more introverted, anxious and awkward compared to the boys) and she just ends up hiding it from them, but one day they find out and it all comes out (I'll leave the way in which this happens open to you). maybe a little angst but with a lot of fluff at the end? <3

Hey, if you don't mind lol I have a request :)) Well, I have a lot of ideas about platonic relationships with the Marauders, and, well, one of them would involve the guys helping a female reader who suffers from social anxiety, and after being put in a situation that ends up giving her an anxiety attack, they try to help the reader with this. Rather angst and fluff I guess lol ps: I really love your platonic oneshots and I'm glad they reached me here from Brazil <3 (sorry if my english is bad, it's not my first language lol)

Requests by: Anons

*not my gif*

Summary: You could always count on your best friends, even in the worst situations

A/N: Hi :)

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

Their jeers reached your ears long before they took a hold of your shoulder and spun you around, sending your books flying in every which direction. You had just hoped that if you ignored their comments, then they would let you get to your class without any further problems.

How wrong you had been.

You looked up with wide eyes at the group of Ravenclaws that sneered down at you, shaking slightly under the grasp of the oldest boy who was yet to let go of your shoulder.

“I was talking to you,” He hissed, eyes narrowing as he looked you up and down in disgust, “And it’s rude to ignore people when they speak.”

A couple weeks ago, this sixth year group of Ravenclaws decided to make it their mission to make your fifth year a living hell.

They would taunt and laugh at you, talking about how they noticed the way that you were so different from your best friends and they would tell you how they were probably trying to ditch you.

You, of course, knew that wasn’t at all true because you were a marauder, same as James, Remus, and Sirius, and they never would have let you be one and they never would have pretended to be friends with you. They weren’t cruel.

Sure, you weren’t as loud or outgoing as they were. In fact, you were anxious and awkward around others, sometimes even having panic attacks, but they didn’t mind- never had- in fact, they would always help you in anyway that they could.

This group of bullies was beginning to wear you down, though. Their comments were relentless and they never once gave you a moment to breathe- unless you were with any of your friends, of course.

You didn’t tell the rest of the marauders about it either, not wanting to worry them or add something else to their already full plates to have to deal with, so you kept this one- not so little- thing to yourself.

The only reason that you weren’t with them right now was because they had woken up late and asked you to go ahead and tell the professor that they were going to be to class soon, which you were more than happy to do for them.

The boy finally let go of you with a small shove on the shoulder, sending you stumbling back a couple of steps into the empty hallway, “Merlin, you’re so pathetic,” He curled his lip.

The five other students behind him began to let out hyena-like laughter, doubling over while holding their stomachs as if he just said the funniest thing in the world.

Their howling was high pitched and never ending, like a ringing in your ears that never went away.

Before you knew it, your hands, then legs, then whole body had begun shaking and the lights got too bright and their laughter too loud and extremely overwhelming.

You fell ungracefully against the nearest wall and sank down to the floor with your knees to your chest as you rocked back and forth.

It was another panic attack.

Their giggles and chuckles only grew louder at your clearly distressed state, and only stopped when an all too familiar voice boomed from down the hallway, “Hey!”

You didn’t even have the strength to look up at James’s clearly furious voice, nor at the thundering sounds of steps making their way over to where you were.

The laughter had ceased and you were finally able to peel your eyes open the slightest bit to see the group of Ravenclaws that had once been standing menacingly over you, now backed into a corner cowering.

Remus, Sirius, and James stood in a protective wall in front of you with glares that could kill and their wands grasped in white knuckled grips.

“Get the fucking hell out of here before I curse you all into next year,” Remus hissed out dangerously.

“But she-“ One of the Ravenclaw girls tried to cry out.

“Get out!” Sirius bellowed, looking like he was about to pounce at any moment.

With that, they all scurried away with pale faces and sweat running down their foreheads, not once slowing their paces, even after they rounded the closest corner and were out of sight.

Immediately, all three boys turned on their heels and rushed over to your still panic stricken form as you took shaky deep breaths in order to try and get air to your lungs.

“N/n, n/n,” Remus called out gently, sinking down next to you and taking your shaking hand in his steady one before placing both against his heart, “Follow my breathing, follow my breathing.” He instructed.

James and Sirius stood guard, glaring down the empty hallway in case anyone was to try and come down it.

After a few moments, your breathing was finally able to go back to normal and your shaking had subsided throughout your entire form.

You gulped in a deep breath, dropping your head against the wall behind you, “T-thank you,” You said after a moment to all three boys, who were watching you with worried expressions.

“Are you alright?” James asked right away, dropping down beside you and rubbing your back, “What did they do?”

“I swear to Merlin, I will kill them-“ Sirius’s furious roar was cut off by Remus’s harsh glare.

“That’s not gonna help right now, Pads.” He told the boy sternly.

“They…” You contemplated for a moment whether or not to tell them the truth, before ultimately deciding that they didn’t deserve to be lied to after what they just did for you, “They’ve been picking on me for a while,” You admitted in a whisper, averting your eyes from all three of them, “And it’s been about how I’m so different from you guys and they noticed, and they talked about how we were only friends because you guys felt bad for me-“

“Wait, hold on, that’s not at all true,” Remus breathed out with wide eyes.

You nodded your head, “I know that, but it just got to be too much today and I guess it kind of triggered a panic attack,” You let out a deep breath, “I don’t know what I would have done if you guys weren’t here.”

James quickly brought you into a side hug, holding onto you tightly as he exchanged looks over your head with the other two, looks that promised revenge on those kids. But for now, their main focus was you.

“I wish you had told us,” Sirius fell down onto the ground in front of you, running a hand through his hair.

“I just didn’t want to worry any of you,” You whispered.

Remus squeezed your shoulder, “We always want you to come to us if something like this happens. We could have helped you take care of it sooner.”

“Now, come on,” Sirius groaned, standing up and stretching, “I don’t know about you lot, but I don’t feel like going to class anymore. Let’s go down to the kitchens instead.”

You giggled, accepting his outstretched hand, “That sounds good,” You told them honestly.

My Little Bit of Magic 🧙- @your-local-questioning-agender @its-hell @i-writes-things @etanordoesbullsh1t

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[clone-lover]

Paranoia on Umbara

Tech x fem jedi reader

Takes place during the republic cause if we don't believe order 66 happened than it never did🤫

So I had this idea for a split second and knew I needed to write it. Im also going to be writing it during my sisters wedding to distract myself from the massive ass church 😭 (I don't like churches)... Anyways on with the story!! Enjoy!!!

Pt.1

pt.2

Pt.3

Master List

Ps. I don't own the bad batch or star wars so miss me with that copyright✋✋

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The batch and you were lying atop a hill scouting the droid factory beneath it. This wasn't your first mission with them and they seemed to like having you by their sides. Hell even crosshair was warming up to you.

But that's all besides the point you are in the here and now. Here and now is destroying a droid factory.

"hunter, what is the best course of action?" You questioned the sergeant. Even tho you were technically above him in rank, his opinion was valuable and he was birthed with the purpose to lead... You were not.

"crosshair stays here to keep eyes on the ground. Me and wrecker will flank left while you and tech flank right. Speed and the element of surprise will get us through the facility without setting off the alarms. The last thing we need is more clankers."

Tech nodded his head in agreement while wrecker groaned about needing to be stealthy. "Let's get on with it," you rushed the men.

While you and Tech trampled down the hill towards the facility he mumbled about the importance of a filter helmet on lush planets like Umbara. He spoke of the dangerous flora and the physiological effects the pollen may have. You sucked the air of your helmet a little less knowing that the air outside it could be hostile.

As you were walking you felt something shift in the force. It was almost as if there was something or someone else in the dense shrubbery you had been walking through. You stopped to listen and could hear movement. Tech turned around to face you, "what's wrong-"

A thick vine snatched him from the place he stood and began to violently jolt him. You quickly sprung into action, severing the limb from the weird man eating plant and driving your blade into its sharp mouth.

Tech fell from his suspension and hit the ground hard enough to knock him out. Quickly you attacked the comms and demanded hunter to hold off the assault until tech was conscious again. You ran over to tech to access his injuries to find a gash in his skull and that is helmet was removed.

Underneath the clone was a deep red stained on the grass under him. While using the force to grab his helmet you order hunter back to the Marauder. You arrived back to the Marauder quicker than the others so you began to patch him up.

The gash in his head was bandage and he was lying in his bunk unconscious.

"(YN)! Get the ship ready for takeoff we ran into some trouble with some clankers and will need to leave quickly!" You could hear fighting in the background of hunter's comms.

You rushed to the front of the ship for two reasons. One being you needed to get back to give tech the medical treatment he needed and two, the other batchers needed a quick escape. You suddenly remembered that crosshair should have been here first. He was on the hill just a couple kilks away.

"Crosshair, what's your location." You hastily bark while trying to scramble to get the ships systems online.

"Im outside the Marauder but Tech sealed up the gangplank before I could get on."

"what? But Tech is-" you meeped as a hand covered your mouth. Instinctively you let go of the comm button as a hot voice swept into your ear.

"They are working with the separatists. They are bringing them here." It was Tech but you had never seen or heard him like this. Perhaps it was the head injury. Either way you needed to calm him.

"Tech," you began to turn around until you felt a blaster press into your temple.

"(Y/N) is everything ok in there?" Hunter came over the comms after hearing your absence. You reached for your comm until the blaster jolted you head.

"don't answer them."

"They need our help, Tech. They are running from the separatists, not working with them."

He adjusted his goggles and groaned out, "You're working with them too!"

You sensed he was going to pull the trigger and used the force to push him into the door to the cabin. He fell unconscious and slid down the door.

"Get the gang plank down, now!" Hunter cried through the comms. You slammed the button to open it and tried to fire up the ship. The door to the cabin slid open causing Tech to flop onto the floor just outside the cabin.

"Move. Take care of Tech," Hunter ordered. You quickly moved to Tech and brought him back to his bunk. He ripped off all his bandaging while you were in the cockpit. Unfortunately, that was the last of the bandaging.

"what happened?" Cross came up behind you while you where kneelt beside the clone.

You sighed because you didn't even know what happened or why he was ready to leave the brothers he had fought with for his whole life. "He attacked me"

"He what?!" A shared reaction flooded the cabin. Mostly because wrecker was screaming.

"he said y'all were working with the separatists."

"hey hunter! Do you here this!" Wrecker yelled into the cockpit. "Tech's gone crazy!"

The ship slipped into hyperspace and hunter entered the cabin. "We will avoid Kamino until we can figure this out. Chances are, he will be executed, or worse." You peeled yourself off the floor to address hunter, "if the behavior shift is related to a frontal cortex injury there isn't anything anyone can do, except for the kaminoians."

Hunter looked at Tech then back at you, "let's hope that's not the case, for all of our sakes."

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Uhhhh Idk if that one was any good lmao but I'll make a part two maybe I'll put a little angst or something 😉🤫 ❤️

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[livinginshambles]

Preview: I thought you'd be different | James Potter

Pairing: James Potter x Fem!Slytherin!Reader

Summary: A Cinderella Story, but Hogwarts. (Enemies? to lovers)

Notes: Sorry I've been mia; i wrote this today, it's all I have so the full fic will probably take a while, not proofread, mistakes blah blah, enjoy!

PS. I am currently no longer making a taglist because I can't keep up with it, I'm really sorry!

Masterlist. Taglist

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You could still remember the moment vividly, as if it was engraved in your memory.

That moment when the sorting hat placed you in Slytherin instead of Gryffindor like your two older sisters had been sorted. You could still see the look of surprise, concern, horror and then eventually disgust, every time you closed your eyes.

“Now we finally know your true colors,” is what you sister Alyssa had hissed coldly at you. You had pleadingly looked at your other sister, but Marla had supported her twin sister, disregarding the confused and scared look in your eleven-year-old eyes.

“Don’t talk to us, don’t look at us and don’t mention us at all,” she sneered down at you and for a moment you wondered how she hadn’t been the one to be sorted into Slytherin instead. But you had cast your eyes down and agreed.

But years passed and you had become the very stereotype of a Slytherin student, completely leaning into the cold, distant, quiet but calculating persona that your sisters had created for you. Might as well, you figured after your parent’s dismay at the revelation of your house.

You were making your way down the corridor, long strides as you passed your sisters while looking them straight in the eye. They grimaced at the sight of you, but without their entire group of classmates, they didn’t dare make any comments.

A feeling of victory erupted inside of you, and you couldn’t help the small smirk that crept up your face.

“What poor soul suffered for you to look so satisfied?” You turned your head to look at the person who called out to you. James Potter and Sirius Black were both leaning against a statue in the open yard.

“Did you get rid of Regulus or something?” Sirius taunted. “Finally had enough of him following you around, did you L/N?”

“Go die in a ditch, Sirius,” you retorted with an eyeroll, but seemed unphased.

“Why so much hostility,” James unpleasantly remarked, and you halted in your step.

To be petty or not to be petty, you sighed and rolled your eyes.

“10 points from Gryffindor for loitering,” you decided.

The two marauders started to protest.

“If you have nothing to do, other than insulting students, I would love to recommend you to Professor McGonagall for detention. Heard she was still looking for the person who made all the pumpkins explode last week during Halloween, and you guys are terrible at getting rid of the evidence.” It effectively shut them up, and with a last glance up and down, you continued your way towards the room of requirement.

When you entered the sober room with a sigh, you noticed the small scrolled up piece of parchment in the middle of the room. You frowned. This was your space. The room didn’t open this space for anyone else, you made it specifically as a safe haven.

You cautiously approached the parchment and rolled it open to reveal nothing. It was completely blank. You shrugged. If the room left this here, it was meant for you, and so you took a seat and started drawing on it.

James sat in an empty room, his invisibility cloak hiding him from plain sight as he pulled the now folded paper from his back pocket. He inspected it closely, almost pressing the paper to his glasses in a curious manner.

He had gone to the Room of Requirements earlier that day and found a piece of paper floating in the air. Of course, levitating stuff wasn't that strange, but it had intrigued him nonetheless.

James unfolded the paper, and his eyebrows flew up. Lines were appearing on the paper by itself, and a beautiful portrait of a weeping willow with a girl who was crying on a bench under the tree, appeared.

James fumbled to find his quill and ink. Then he started to write something on it, in a handwriting that he only ever used for written exams.

(Credits to Professor McGonagall who had announced that she would not be grading anything she couldn’t read. And she had looked over her glasses at him while she said it.)

It’s beautiful.

You dropped the parchment at the words that formed right under your drawing. You traced it with your fingers. Then you decided to write back.

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[tryskomys]

MOONCHILD

Remus Lupin x OC reader

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆ read chapter one here ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆

THE HESPERIDES (Ἑσπεριδες): the goddess-nymphs of evening and the golden light of sunsets.

synopsis: Two Marauders murdered, one rotting in prison. The shattered group has left behind only rubble - the remaining duo is summoned by Albus Dumbledore to share the open Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher position. The nostalgic stay at Hogwarts only reinforces the Fiendfyre of unspoken emotions they both buried deep inside for decades, unwilling to hurt each other. Remus and Hesperia move through the castle’s busy days as the ghosts of their past haunt the stone walls and remind them that the peace they so desperately fought for is still uncertain.

notes: here’s some backstory for this work! I’m not very experienced in writing reader-insert stories, but I wrote this with an ambiguous female reader in mind. I just don’t really feel comfortable with using the term “y/n” in text…kind of takes me out of the story when I write it, you know? So I decided to choose a substitute name that’s symbolic and simple at the same time! Think of it as a nickname, a cool stand-in token. The features of our heroine are very vague and as bendable as possible, except for the mentions of greying hair, scarring and a nameless unusual eye color, which are all an essential part of the story.

I certainly didn’t want to quote any existing scenes word for word, so the events and vignettes are a cluster of material from the English books, the translated Czech books (which slightly differ), movies, headcanons, and my imagination that I threw into a cauldron and mixed until this story came out!

I hope you’ll enjoy this ride and that I’ll do justice to the story that we all cherish and love <3

(ps.: jk rowling sucks bye)

Tag list: @wickedsingularity @messyr-moons

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[childofapollo11]

Filch Gets Dragged

!fem! reader x george weasley

fluff only

word count- 1459

ps. I wrote this like two years ago so please ignore how cringy it is🙏🙏

After the meal, everyone started heading back to their common rooms to get ready for bed. Me and my friend Hailey were some of the last to leave. We walked down into the dungeons toward the hufflepuff common room. I tapped the old barrel a few times and the door slid open. I crawled through the hole with Hailey following.

Once in our dorm we started chatting. I was happy our other dorm mates weren't back yet. After talking for a little while Hailey yawned.  m "I'm tired, I think I'm going to go to bed," she finally said,"goodnight." I looked at her shocked. She never slept, and especially not this early. I adjusted myself on my four-poster bed, trying to get comfortable. "Goodnight," I said, trying to fall asleep. I had nothing better to do.

 It had been almost four hours since Hailey had fallen asleep. I looked over to the clock beside my bed. 12:56 AM. I don't why I couldn't sleep. One of the girls that I shared a dorm with came back and fell asleep, I had no idea where the other was. I was bored out of my mind. I had already read a few chapters of my book, but it hadn't worked. As I tossed and turned for about another half hour, an idea popped into my head. I decided to take a walk to clear my brain.

I had never snuck out past curfew before. I was scared to say the least. I had heard that Filch and Mrs. Norris roamed the halls for students breaking the rules at night. I tiptoed out of my bed trying not to wake anyone. I slipped on my night robe and slowly opened the door to an empty common room. I sighed in relief, walking toward the exit. I had successfully escaped. The paintings weren't even fazed. They had probably seen students sneak out every night. I walked past the kitchen and up the dungeon stairs. I didn't know where I was going to be honest.

I was thinking about going to the Astronomy Tower for some fresh air. It could be risky though because it was so far away from the common room. I also didn't want to see anyone up there. I knew it was a popular spot at night. So just decided to roam around the castle until my head was cleared.

I walked past the library and toward a smaller corridor. I didn't recognize the corridor. I never realized that I hadn't explored Hogwarts much at all. It was nice to find new hallways and rooms. I loved feeling of freedom I felt roaming the halls at night.

I had been walking around the castle for about an hour when I heard mumbling. I rushed behind a statue, thinking it was a professor. I really didn't want to have detention.

Then I heard the voice get louder. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," I immediately recognized the whispers as George's. I have no idea how I could tell it was his and not Fred's, but I could. I swiftly came out of my hiding spot, my brown hair flowing behind me. "Boo," I whispered, as I showed myself to the ginger boy. He didn't even flinch."You can't scare the master love," he turned and looked at me with his famous smirk,"So what are you doing out of bed (insert cute nickname)?"

I blushed at the nickname. He has never called me that before. "I could ask you the same thing, Weasley." I smiled. "Couldn't sleep with all Lee's sleep talking," he rolled his eyes with sarcasm. I laughed again as we walked down the corridor.

"What were you doing talking to yourself?" I asked, furrowing my brow. "Oh yeah," he replied as he revealed a map from behind his robes,"this here," he showed me the parchment. I glared at it as I read aloud,"Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs are proud to present the marauders map."

I looked up at George, who was quite a bit taller than me, tilting my head in confusion. "I owe them so much," the boy pointed towards some writing. I recognized the the word as Snape's name. "Is that really, Snape," I wondered aloud. "Yes," he answered.

"So this map shows-"He cut me off,"Everyone and where they are too."I glared at it with wide eyes,"Incredible," I stared in amazement,"Where'd you get it." He answered as if it was obvious,"Nicked it from Filtch's office of course, first year." So that's how he knew I was coming.

Before I could ask anymore questions I heard footsteps echoing from down the hallway.

George darted his eyes to the map, and grabbed my wrist. I made a small noise from the sudden movement. I heard a raspy voice,"I know your here." George pulled me into a small room, quietly shutting the door.

 The room was filled with broomsticks, and was extremely cramped. The ceiling was low and George had to hunch over to fit. He was still holding on to my wrist, tightly. My arm had started to feel slightly numb. When I looked at his hand he moved it away. I assumed he didn't know how hard his grip on me was. He was very strong and I had a red mark on my wrist from his grasp.

"Sorry," he mumbled, removing his hand. "Lumos," he said pulling out his wand. Light shown, just enough to read the parchment. "I know you're here." Fitch was getting closer, the map said he was right around the corner. I nudged George to turn his light out before the caretaker could see it from under the door."Nox," he quickly mumbled, tucking the map and wand in his robes.

The footsteps came to a stop. I could see the light of his lantern from the gap underneath the door. I gripped George's hand. I was getting anxious and started to breath heavily. George covered my mouth with his empty hand so Filch couldn't hear. My mind was racing. Getting caught in a broom closet with a boy in the middle of the night definitely wouldn't look good.

The door knob started slowly turning. I closed my eyes and squeezed George's hand even harder.

Suddenly the knob stopped as a clash of metal echoed throughout the castle. "Aha," Filtch shouted.

 I sighed in relief as George took his hand off my mouth. I blushed when I realized how close our faces were. George pulled his map and his wand out again, pointing out my friend Amberly's name. the thing Filtch was hobbling toward.

 He had entered another corridor, so we took this as our chance to escape. Once we opened the closet door, I was overwhelmed with the cold air. It was burning up in the closet with all the body heat.

George was still looking at the map, his face now trickling with sweat. "I'll��, he started saying.

Then Filch started shouting,"Get off of me," It sounded like the old man was struggling. Amberly came around the corner dragging Filch by his robes.

My hand went straight to my mouth and I gasped.

"What are you looking at," she glanced at us and continued pulling the now unconscious caretaker.

She opened the closet we had just been in and performed a memory charm. I just stood there still in shock."I believe I deserve a thanks from you two," she bowed.

 She closed Filch in the closet and pointed at us, "No one hears about this!" She stared between me and George and then started walking back down the hallway. George just turned to me once she was gone. "Anyways," he continued as if nothing had just happened,"I'll walk you to your common room." I nodded, still in shock, as I followed him to the dungeons.

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The George leaned against the stone wall beside the entrance to the Hufflepuff common room. "I had fun tonight," he said before I opened the door.

"Me too," I grinned up at him. "This was quite the adventure," I continued, as George smirked at me.

"Well," he broke the short silence,"I better get going," I nodded, just now noticing that it was almost 2:00 AM.

"See you later, Weasley," I waved at him as he walked down the hallway. "See you, (nickname)," He turned around the dark corner, leaving just as fast as he came.

I hadn't realized how warm my face felt. I had been so caught up in everything that I almost forgot how to get in the common room.

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[garfieldsladybird]

a day — Regulus black.

Warnings — fluff. 1.2k words. reggie calls reader his little bird but that doesn’t mean reader is little. refers to you having a chest but doesn’t say how big your boobs are. A lengthy paragraph of why reggie is a butterfly.

Regulus black x reader.

Summary — Leading up to a date with Your 🦋.

Prompt: “Oh my god, you smell so good.”

a/n: Reader could be in his house but also could be a Ravenclaw. this was a James Potter fic before but I love reggie more, sorry jamie. 😽😽 first regulus black piece also. I feel like this is cringe… this isn’t how I wanted it to turn out ps.

Credits: This is my work. It is to not be plagiarized. I do not own hp or the marauders era, I do not own regulus black. This is all fanfiction.

Moodboard,  navigation, Masterlist.

You both had spent the day together, away from everyone else and their business.

It was also because Reg has been on the quidditch team’s ass for the past few weeks especially with being captain this year and also because they lost last year cause of the old captain. But two days ago when he came back to the common room after dinner he realized that he hadn’t seen you all day. You weren’t at dinner and he didn’t really have classes with you that day, and he also had practice after class. It was only glances and quick heys.

He waited in the common room with his friends to see if you would come by that night but never did he see you. You didn’t stay in his dorm as you would usually do. When you did and it would be a day where you guys haven’t been able to talk just the two of you, after doing your nightly routine you guys would just talk about your day and(or) other things.

He didn’t really think much of it but he did think of what has happened in the past few days and weeks. He remembered you were studying when he came back after quidditch practice in the afternoon and that was most days. He was wondering if you fell asleep studying and that's why you weren’t there, but his eyes started fluttering shut, not able to keep them open any longer after the practice he had with the team. 

The morning after, he made sure to greet you with a “Good morning, my love.” and to give you a kiss on the cheek when you sat next to him. And made sure you had food on your plate as you did with him.

You had most of the same classes together that day and in potions, you were also conveniently partners, so it was inevitable that he was with you all day, kinda like usual. Later after class was well over, you both were sitting in the library and he had proposed- suggested, that the two of you were to do something together, like a date. Yeah, He asked you out on a date.

Walking around quietly in the library trying to find a potion book that you need, Reg was also looking but was following you mostly.

As you were looking through the books you felt him come up behind you, his head resting on your shoulder, his hand on the back of your waist, his face in your neck making you feel and hear him take a deep breath, “Oh my god, you smell so good.” He says in a whisper releasing the breath, quite breathless, his arms wrapping around you pulling you closer, goosebumps rising on your neck already feeling the smile on his lips.

“Thanks,” your smile widened once hear that a few chuckles skipped your lips when you felt him take a deep breath, “It's a new scent I got,” your hands grabbed his hands, leaning back on him.

“Well, I love it.” he says giving you neck kisses, while you were reading the back of a book, “So, I was thinking-”

“That's never good.”

“Hey! I was thinking, how about.. you and I hang out tomorrow? just us two.” He said trying to find the right words.

“We do that every day,” you say in a whisper, turning around in his arms, your hands on his chest, to give him a look with a smile.

“Yeah, but uh something special…” He chuckled nervously looking into your eyes.

“Oh! Are you asking me out on a date?” You ask with a smile, kind of happy you can still make him nervous and that he was still doing this.

“Yes! Yes, I am.” He responds with a smile, relieved with the smile on your face but still not knowing what it meant, pulling you closer by the waist.

“Well, I would love to go on a date with you!”

Regulus had the whole day planned. Seeing as it was Saturday, there were no classes and everyone was doing their things. You both slept in missing breakfast, but after some lovely time spent exploring each other‘s bodies and cleaning up via showering together, Regulus took you on a picnic.

The place the picnic was set was gorgeous, it was by the black lake and today was the best day to have lunch outside. It was nice and cool, lots of clouds and sunny but you had shade from a tree and the water was really pretty.

After exploring what kind of food he brought and eating most of them, you’re now laying down with regulus laying his head on your chest, your right hand gently combing through his luscious curls that you hope he has as growing older, you both staring up at clouds. Once again at peace.

Seeing a cloud drift from another one now making a form like of bird, a smile unconsciously spreads on your face while you talk, “Oh! look Reggie its a bird!” pointing at it with your left hand for a second.

“There's birds everywhere, my love.” He mumbles out, a calming look on his face as he leans more into your chest, kissing your wrist as it was in front of him, loving the feeling of playing with his hair.

“No, it's a cloud this time!” 

“Really? where?” he asks out of curiosity, opening his eyes and seeing you point at it after he asks, “Oh it does look like a bird!” he says with a smile on his face, the smile now being buried into your chest while he looks up to you, “Your my little bird.”

“I like being your little bird,” you respond softly, eyes meeting as your hand tucks a curl behind his ear to which he leans more into you. “Can you be something of mine?”

“What am I of yours?” he mumbles into you, it wouldn’t have been heard from your ears if he wasn’t this close.

“Wait! does it have to be an animal, can it be an insect?” you ask first.

“oh no...” he shakes his head, chuckling.

“Its nothing bad, you would just be a butterfly,” you explain softly with a smile.

“Why a butterfly?” He asks out of curiosity despite him laughing.

“Well, for a butterfly to become a butterfly they go through different transformations to get there. It’s first the egg, then the caterpillar, to chrysalis, and then the adult butterfly, or an adult moth. But all four stages are very unique to all butterflies cause all butterflies are different... I don’t know where I’m going with this but at the beginning of it all, butterflies aren't born beautiful, maybe not outwardly but inwardly. Either you can become a moth or a butterfly. And you, Regulus are my butterfly.” You start this by using your left fingers to count the stages before making eye contact with him, laughing nervously, not knowing what you were trying to say but still trying to find a way to explain. In the end, you said what you wanted to say.

“I love you! I love you so much!” He says lifting up to kiss you hard, a sound coming out of you from the surprise, his hands cupping your face but he pulled away just as fast as his lips were on you, “I will gladly be your butterfly!”

“and I will gladly be your bird!”

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[whorediaries-09]

hii, same anon who requested art deco and too many nights, could you PLEASE for the love of the marauders, write a:

rockstar!sirius black with phone sex? prompt no. 12: "use your words" like he's about to go onstage and reader calls him and starts being annoyed because she can't cum by herself anymore, so sirius helps her get off BY A PHONE CALL?!?!? also i love you please marry me

anon i swear to fucking god you're trying to kill me 😭🙏

send me the fucking time, date and address. i'm coming to put that ring on your finger.

the hills;

pairing- rockstar!sirius black x reader warning(s)- 18+ content, drinking. a/n- really proud of the banner. also edited the request a bit hope you don't mind.

ps- sirius black marry me challenge

prompt- phone sex + 'use your words.'

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i only love it when you touch me, not feel me

the scent of the soap messes with your senses, the warm water surrounding your shaking body with a sense of comfort. you bite your lip, drowning the glass of wine down your throat. your head floated into clouds of fantasy, as your hand subconsciously travelled between your legs as endless edits of your friend popped on your for you page.

it was nothing unknown, everyone knew sirius black was walking sex, enthralled with his good humor, looks and charms, he could get into the pants into anyone he wanted. there was something about him that oozed seduction, and it didn't matter how wrong it felt as your finger struck slow movements on your clit. the lust that bloomed in your heart killed the bubbling hotness of guilt.

he was your friend. just a friend?

you gulped, drowning the rest of your wine down you throat. you closed your eyes, slowly leaving heavy breaths, your chest heaving as you circled your finger around your clit. it was a tingling feeling, as your brain flashed the flashbacks of the time you'd first met him. the first time you'd heard his voice which had almost made you fucking swoon. the first time he'd hugged you. the flashbacks of his rough calloused fingers roaming around your body the time you'd hooked up. the way his cock rutted into you, a contrast to the way his alcohol soaked voice had muttered slow and sensual words of encouragement to cum around his cock.

'fuck...' you breathed, a desperation in your head to hear his voice. your finger scrolled through your contacts, searching for his number. his band was on tour, for their new album, 'constellations'. you knew that, but it didn't matter. the need for your orgasm which wanted to burst out out of your body surged through you.

sirius' voice boomed through the phone, soaking you with a surge of hotness, your heart throbbing violently against your ribcage.

'shi-sirius-' you breathed into the line, your finger rubbing faster still onto your slit. he stopped speaking. a noisy silence echoed, the rippling of water from your end, and booming music from the other end. you mumbled incoherent words, your breathing jagged.

there was something in his voice as he spoke next, a demand of domination echoing into your eardrums his voice rasping out,

'use your words.'

teary eyed, you rammed your finger into your throbbing cunt, your voice breaking as you spoke,

'needa cum,'

'oh?' his voice vibrated through the phone line, a darkness of euphoria as his voice split into your eardrums,

'is my baby so dumb? she can't cum by herself?' he questioned rhetorically, to which you nodded your head, your fingers curling into your sweet spot simultaneously.

'shove your fingers into that needy pretty cunt m'love,' you breathed hot and heavy into the line, your orgasm so on the edge, bubbling with fiery.

'rub your fucking clit,' he demanded, as you moaned, doing as you were told. your fingers rubbed over your throbbing pussy the way he instructed, as the coil of pleasure ravaged you from inside.

'yes-yes sirius,' you squeaked at receiver. your head hit back on the cold ceramic of the bathtub, as you bit your lip,

'cum, cum for me my love,' he crooned, and that was all it took for your walls to clench around your fingers, your orgasm to break through you, ravaging you from inside. you breathed heavy on the line, muttering a chant of his name and thank yous.

'i'm gonna fuck you into oblivion when i see you.' he groaned into the phone, as hotness blazed your cheeks, as the promiscuousness of the situation crawled down upon you.

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