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
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.
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Hello, I’ve have question regarding the anatomical differences between a necrontyr and a human. How similar are the two species internally? If I remember correctly in a previous post you mentioned that a necrontyrs possesses additional olfactory receptors beneath their eyes. How many other organs or features does a necrontyr possesses that a human does not?
The anatomical differences between Nehetari and Peter Turbo would be pretty drastic due to Mr. Turbo being a primarch, a gene-forged Demi-god, and thus would be filled with all kinds of weird gobbledygook organs of functions unknown.
Hello, this is the Mun here:
Necrontyr internals are not as different from a human's as you may think (almost startlingly similar). They were warm-blooded creatures that produced milk to feed offspring that they gave birth to live. They had a mouth and digestive tract similar to humans, a complete circulatory system, a hormone-based reproductive system, an advanced nervous system centered around a brain, a calcium based skeletal structure... ...you get the idea.
However, this is where the similarities start to divert. As you know, their homeworld was what the modern day Imperium would have classified as a Death World. Like if Catachan, Krieg, and Baal all got together and had an even more radiation blasted, moistureless baby. Much of the Necrontyr anatomy was shaped by their homeworld and the fauna (and scarce flora) that inhabited it.
For example - Necrontyr blood contains a natural antifreeze and temperature-regulating compound that prevents them from freezing to death, even in sub-zero desert nights (they sort of half-freeze then thaw out in the morning). It also helps prevent overheating during the day. This is essential because they do not have sweat glands (water is too precious); instead of sweating they pant sort of like dogs do on Earth, or if it's really hot they can go into a low-activity state where their body slows down to produce less heat.
Another survival trait of the Necrontyr is in their vocal folds: they are capable of a much broader range of sound production than humans. Nehetari herself can mimick just about any sound she hears, from the sound of a bolter report to the tiny, near-inaudible sounds that come from the waves of energy traveling through deep space. It is believed this evolved during the ancient days of their race, when being able to mimick the sound of an oncoming rockslide or a bigger, angrier sand strider was one of the only things that could save you from becoming something's meal.
On the topic of meals, the Necrontyr digestive system is designed to process large amounts of meat and fat quickly. This, paired with their naturally razor-sharp teeth, seem to suggest that the ancestors of the Necrontyr were originally carnivores, which slowly turned omnivorous over time. Meat was more plentiful than edible plant life on their homeworld (lots and lots of insects). The reason why Nehetari hates sweet food is partly caused by this naturally low-carb diet - the Necrontyr body can quickly become overwhelmed when too much sugar enters their bloodstream, as they cannot regulate it properly.
And lastly (for now at least): it's not an internal trait per-se, but it's not an apparent one either. Necrontyr feet can grip almost was well as their hands do, but what's more, they actually change their shape instinctively (or intentionally, if they so chose) depending on what surface they're standing on. From the top, and when standing on a hard, flat surface, the Necrontyr foot looks almost identical to a human's save for stubby claws instead nails. However, from the bottom, Necrontyr feet look almost like that of a gecko. Those many folds can shift, unfold, and re-arrange themselves. When standing on a soft and unsteady surface like sand, the sole of the foot spreads out and becomes more flexible, making movement easier and more stable. When standing on a rocky or uneven surface, they grip it with their toes, and the folds form a sort of dry-adhesion bond to the surface, allowing them to better cling on. They can't walk up 90-degree or perfectly flat surfaces, but they are absolutely stellar climbers. (It was a good thing Necrontyr got so used to being on flat surfaces as they became more advanced. Else, they would have spent the first thousand years or so as Necrons constantly falling off shit. The pads did not accompany them into their metal bodies).
I have many other headcanons for Necrontyr specific biology, but these are my favorites so far.
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walked about 4.5km in like 55mins! health king tbh
it was kinda windy and i only used my overalls and a long sleeve but like 10 mins into the walk i was like ‘ahhh the nice warm sun, i am sweating a bit ♥️’
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