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hazelsmirrorball · 1 year
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Friendsgiving| Marauders x Reader
Summary: Y/n has an absent family and James wants to make it up to her. Pairings: James Potter x Fem! Reader, Marauders x Fem! Reader Warnings: toxic family. 
 Authors note: Hope everyone had an amazing thanksgiving!! wrote something cute for y’all. I hope you like it <3
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Y/n swirled her fork in the empty plate in front of her spinning it with her hand watching time pass by. The only thing that had entertained her in the past two hours was the ticking clock in front of her. The surprisingly hot food taunted Y/n. It was pretty absurd since Y/n have been waiting all this time and it was still warm. The fact that after all this effort, Y/n was there alone, with no one to share the food she spent hours making, with no one to make beautiful memories, just herself and the goddamn clock.
With a sigh she got up knowing that her family wasn’t going to show up anytime soon. Her eyes trailed towards her phone to see at least an excuse from her family but the only thing that was plaster on her phone was the hour, 8:15  pm. Y/n stared daggers at her phone while she walked towards her room to change into something more comfortable. She was pissed,  all this food, all this time wasted, just for it to be another horrible thanksgiving.
It wasn’t the first year that her family had bailed or canceled on her last minute, by now she should’ve been used to it but she still had hope that they would try to make an effort. Year after year, excuse after excuse. She never felt appreciated by her family but at least tried, and continued to give them several opportunities. Yet there she were, with a kitchen beautifully decorated, with food untouched and a broken heart.
Y/n walked towards her room slipping on an oversized T-shirt her best friend had given her  and the first pajama pants she found. She rubbed her eyes and dragged herself towards the living room  in an attempt to distract herself from the situation at hand. Before she sat down she walked towards her kitchen to serve herself some of the food she had on the table to later put in the fridge but her actions came to a halt when she saw a expensive car outside her house.
She rolled her eyes and angrily walked towards the front door. One of her neighbors always found pleasure in pranking her but quite frankly she didn’t feel like it not today. She was ready to yell at anyone that was behind it, she wasn’t going to accept any excuse, it was fucking over. But her anger disappeared when she saw the four men holding different types of beautifully decorated pans.  
“Is the party over?” one of them asked with his beautiful smile making her all warm inside. Her eyes scanned them, noticing that the four of them were wearing their pj’s, she instantly smiled softly and looked at the ground.
“It never really started” Y/n laughed nervously while hugging herself trying to shield herself from anymore embarrassment.
“Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s get this party started. We will set the table while you guys talk” Sirius responded while embarrassing Y/n’s body in a big and warm hug and pressing and kissing on the top of her head. He pulled away and took Remus by the hand and looked at Peter to follow them to the kitchen but not before both of them greeted her with warm hugs. She smiled as you watched them bicker while they placed the trays on the table.
“You remember?” Y/n asked, finally breaking the silence between the two of them.
“What do you mean?” James asked innocently, his cheeks turning rosy.
“ You remembered what I told you about thanksgiving in my family” she smiled softly while pulling James into a long awaited hug.
“ I wanted you to spend it with your family, and we are your family Y/n. So here we are, We love you dearly. I love you and want you to be happy. If I can make it happen I will” he murmured in your hair while tears threaten to spill from your eyes onto his shirt.
“Now you’re going to make me cry, Potter” She said while pulling away softly and holding his hand.
“Save your tears for when you try Sirius supposed cake, it’s horrendous” he said with a laugh squeezing your hand softly and with the other one cleaning your tears.
“Hey! I heard that” Sirius exclaimed from the kitchen while the pair walked where they were all sitting.
“I brought a backup dessert so no need to worry” Remus said sitting down.
“Thank you, Remus, for underestimating me”
Thanksgiving this year wasn’t what Y/n expected but it was better than she could ever imagine. That’s what she was thankful for her beautiful and amazing friends.
[masterlist]
request are open, xoxo
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veryfergaliciousdude · 9 months
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“someday, i’m gonna live in your house up on the hill”
but it’s sirius to james after seeing his house for the first time
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moonypadluv · 1 year
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At a coffee shop
Sirius: what would u like to order?
Remus: can I have a black coffee?
Sirius: You know I read somewhere that only depressed people drink black coffee
Remus: Why do u think I’m ordering it
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He Felt Like Home
hp oneshot, soft, fluff, wolfstar and jily with a Fred mention
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A blinding flash of green, and a burning feeling all over.
That was what happened fractions of a millisecond before the world went dark.
It was cold, lonely. Confusing.
Time wasn’t passing..or maybe it was. It was hard to say. It felt like nothing, but even nothing is something..this was different. Almost like sleeping.
He wasn't sure how much time passed before he opened his eyes, a bright light all around him, blinding. But there was a door in the distance, and it felt right to walk to it.
The air was light, cool. Like a spring day with a light breeze, except there was no pollen.. Or trees. Nor was there grass or a sky. Everything was white, like a room full of marble and the door growing closer and closer.
Another thing he noticed, it was peaceful. A calming feeling overtook his body, which noticeably lacked the pain he was so accustomed to feeling.
It was nice.
As the door grew closer, he heard the faint sounds of child laughter, echoing around him, ever so softly. It was familiar, comforting.
The door slid open when he touched its handle, and the inside was a train cabin.
On one side, there was a boy with jet black, messy hair and brown eyes, deep tan skin. Rectangular glasses and a white smile. He was slim, a little lanky, and very tall. His white shirt was only half tucked into his black slacks, where an undone red and gold tie hung around his shoulders. His arm was along the back of the seat. He felt like warmth.
Tucked away against his side was a girl with vibrant red hair and beautiful freckles, her eyes twinkling and face alight with laughter. Her legs were across his lap and head laying on his shoulder. A long sleeve shirt tucked into grey slacks. Traditionally, the girls wore skirts..but she didn’t. She was fierce. One of the fiercest people he knew, but so gentle. She felt like kindness.
On her other side was a younger boy, red hair like hers, but short and unkept. A familiar face, a mischievous one. His red hair matched with his red knit sweater, slightly frayed but looking warm and soft. On it was a golden “F.”
The other side was different.
The other side of the compartment only held one.
It was a boy. One who was laughing with his shoulders, hand on chest. His eyes squeezed shut, but under the lids were stormy grey irises, like a cloudy day. He knew for a fact that when the sun hit them, they appeared blue, with little flecks of yellow. The boys hair was black, and it was curly. Ringlets fell down around him, just barely touching his shoulders, kept behind his ears.
His white shirt was untucked from his slacks, and the first button or two undone, revealing the dog paw tattoo on his shoulder, looking brand new. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbow, showing a rune that was done.
The memory of the buzzing tattoo needle was distant, as well as the giggle and the “ow.”
“Hi, moony.” He said, softly. Gently. Opening his arms for him to come sit. Next to him. “I missed you.”
He walked over and sat next to him, curling his arm around the boys waist, laying his head on his shoulder and deeply inhailing the smell of rain. And wet dog. The feeling of serenity overtook him.
He looked up into the grey eyes. He felt like home.
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mozzzz05 · 2 years
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It’s that time of year again… I’m feeling… marauders
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Hello Marauder fans. Although I have considered myself a Marauders fan for years I have never actually read All the young dudes however I really want to and that is my next think to do. I am also interested in making them into a book binding I would really appreciate it if anyone had any advice on it.
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fallsofserinity · 1 year
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Just thought of a small one shot of remus’s days without them, uh it’s bad but eh
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Remus: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no clue what to put in them. Suggestions? Peter: Put spaghetti in it. Remus: I'm currently taking suggestions from literally anyone but you. Sirius: Put spaghetti in it. Remus: I'm currently taking suggestions from anyone but you two. James: Put spaghetti in it. Remus: I'm no longer taking suggestions
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maniaeofmadness · 2 years
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My senior quote everybody
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punktkachuk · 1 year
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a sirius black playlist
i am not particularly proud of this one
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sadtrashking · 3 months
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Here's fred! I might make a full ref but idk
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wild-saber1337 · 7 months
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FURRY SHOES!?!? (artist moxuan zhang)
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If you were a furry which of thies shoes would you wear?
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crimeronan · 5 months
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I GOT THE SHOES AND THEYRE AWESOME. these mfs wrap around the foot and cling like a hug and every step feels like moving over a magic force field of padded cinder blocks. this is the shoe equivalent of both a weighted blanket and a heavy-duty leg brace rolled into one.
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duntoss · 10 months
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It doesn't have to make sense it just has to look good
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buttercupart · 6 months
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childhood find,
as you can see my, ah, clear artistic inclinations and latent talent presented itself quite young
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