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florenceafternoon · 5 months

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━。゜✿ jily fic recommendations ✿ ゜。━

This post is just some of my current favourites because I don’t think I have the energy to make a master list right now. Personally, I like to read aus so if you're looking for canon stuff this isn't the post for you.

For reference, anything in italics is taken from the summaries on ao3.

in pursuit of the study of magic by @thequibblah

An immortal magician au or, "we had a really bad breakup three hundred years ago, but neither of us realised the other is immortal until we met today"

I recommend you listen to About You while reading this

Growing (in love) by casablancas21 (on ao3)

Uni au where "James Potter has a lot going on for him. His uni years have been the best he's ever had and his friendliness, popularity and charm go a long way to place him as the go-to bloke if one's looking for a good time. Nevertheless, his final year of school finds him struggling to keep up with the social energy that once enthralled him. He's having a hard time figuring out how to set his own boundaries and what to do about his future. He's also having a really hard time figuring out Lily Evans."

I must admit that Lily's comebacks are so good I've used some during class debates in sociology this year. Truly, the dialogue and dynamics between characters in this fic are so good. Pretty sure this is the one with the kebab

Golden Waltz by evanspotter (on ao3)

Lily Evans wants to be the best ice dancer in the world, which means she needs to find a dance partner ASAP. After two failed partnerships, her coach gives her one last option: James Potter.

This fic is the reason I neglected revising for midterms. It also caused me to go into a deep dive into watching tapes of Olympic ice dance programs specifically Virtue and Moir.

on the way home by keep_driving (on ao3)

Lily was living abroad and pinning from afar. After an abundance of "phone calls, mixtapes, and long waits," Lily is finally coming home. I believe this fic is inspired by the song You Are In Love.

When I say jily is friends first, and lovers second this is what I mean

Dancing With Our Hands Tied by @athenasparrow

But despite his best efforts, he couldn’t take his eyes off her figure as she moved effortlessly in rhythm with whatever song she had playing. He learned she was wearing more than a t-shirt when she slid across the kitchen on her socks, throwing her head back to sing words James wished he could hear.

OR: In a world where social distancing reigns supreme, two strangers find themselves confined to their apartments with love only a window away.

The way I binged this fic at school between classes. love love love

The Season by @missgryffin

This is a regency (Brighton) au where "James Potter, Duke of Peverell, has returned to London just in time for the season, where Miss Lily Evans is about to make her debut. Only, he’s not looking for a wife, and she’s not particularly interested in a husband."

I love the dialogue between Lily & James as well as Sirius & Lily's relationship (for those who know Brigerton, it reminds me of Ben and El's relationship).

A Misstep Of Fate by hogwartslivy (on ao3)

A muggle historical au where "he waited for her on the edge of ballrooms and in the shadows of parties. He waited to dance with her, to spin her in his arms, to be the one she laughed and smiled with. He thought he was doing the right thing, allowing time to pass them until they were ready, so he had waited. But it seems, he made a misstep. He's waited too long now she's slipping through his fingers."

My boy is stupid and in love but it's okay because she is too. Their idiots, but they’re my idiots

Let Me Love You by @thejilyship

A Princess Diaries au in which "with only a month until she's set to take the throne of Gryffindor, Lily is informed that she'll have to get married or choose to give up her throne. She never thought she'd have to even entertain the idea of an arranged marriage. Enter, James Potter."

chaos ensues and Emma deserves long service leave (the place would fall apart)

foreigner's god by clarewithnoi (on ao3)

answer to a Tumblr prompt: "we were lovers in a past life" but the current incarnations are enemies-to-lovers, and they don't remember anything from their past selves.

The back and forth between them is so good. low-key I teared up a bit but it has a HEA

An October of Unconventional Courtships by @ghostofbambifanfiction

Two phones. Thirty-one days. Eighteen tuxedos. A Jilytober texting fic.

A classic that everyone should read

Shelf Awareness also by @/ghostofbambifanfiction

Modern bookstore au where "It's too far out of her way and she's wasting so much money, but Lily can't help but return to the bookstore every weekend, where her passion for good literature has, perhaps, been unexpectedly reignited by the messy-haired, pun-making, rather handsome bloke who works there."

One of the first ever jily fics that I read and I fell in love with their dynamic straight away

Careless Texter also by @/ghostofbambifanfiction

Answer to the prompt, “I left my phone number on the bathroom stall wall and you text me about your day and your frustrations for a month & it’s really nice and cute but I still don’t know who you are,” with some twists and differences.

Trackside by @hogwartslivy

James Potter is Formula One’s most impressive young talent, making up one half of the championship winning team at Gryffindor Racing. He’s got a reputation for playing dirty on, and seemingly off, the track but when an article quoting a particularly vulgar comment made by him at last years final Grand Prix is released, it seems he may have pushed it too far. Potter faces two options; fix his public image or give up his seat.

When my two obsessions meet

it's (always) you by @kay-elle-cee

A multiverse of 31 meet-cutes for Jilytober 2023.

Honorable mentions to chapter 3 for high!Lily and chapter 7 for fulling my love for jily regency aus

Key Limes by cgner (on ao3)

Fame au "in which Academy Award winner Lily Evans discovers the periphery of internet fandom and the mysteries of Prince James’s gold star system."

Because James is actually just a giant build a bear and lily is an icon as always.

See You At the Next Stop by kayrma (on ao3)

Lily Evans meets a posh-looking bloke with messy hair on the way back to London, and for once in her life she actually enjoys a train ride. Maybe having a spontaneous seat partner isn't that bad after all.

Shoutout to the notes on this fic because whoever wrote it is a mood

Nom De Plume by @annabtg

James Potter, renowned potioneer, has a secret side career as an erotica writer under the pen name of Scarlett Goldwing. When his latest book starts to take off, and Scarlett is asked to promote it at a public event, he has no other option but to recruit his colleague Lily Evans to pretend to be Scarlett. The only problem is, Lily Evans hates his guts… or does she?

(Rated E for later chapters)

Like did you read that summery because personally I was waiting for the author to complete the story so I could binge it

victorem (requires an ao3 account ) by gryffindormischief (on ao3)

(Olympic) Ice dancing au. "When God closes a door, sometimes you have to jump out a window."

Lily and James (and Sirius) aka the dynamic duo

Phone Service by @confuded-gryffindor

Moddern muggel au "in which James and Lily meet twice, both through their phones."

some with arrows, some with traps by @isahorcrux

Fame au. "Then: James Potter was a beloved child star and the lead of a popular YA franchise. Lily Evans was just getting her big break as his romantic lead in the third installment. While their chemistry got rave reviews, if the rumors are to be believed the two actors can barely stand to be in the same room together.

Now: Lily’s paid her dues and ten years later she’s the most in-demand actress in Hollywood. And James...after back-to-back flops at the box office, he’s just looking for a break and a chance to prove he is the amazing actor everyone thought he was going to be."

Much Ado About Nothing, but make it Jily

The group chat is the level of chaos me and my friends extrude every free line we spend together

Charred Pineaple Margarita's and a Bagel by @chiechie97

The guy at the coffee shop was hot. Hot and he knew her order. But that didn’t mean ANYTHING. Especially when he seemed to know everyone’s order. And besides, Lily is far too busy to be thinking about the hot guy that always has her breakfast waiting for her. Right?

Lily and Remus are me

and i know you too well to say you're perfect by @ofmermaidsandmarauders

“Yeah, you were a pretty big moron.” “Hey, I said idiot!”

Lily's not really sure when James Potter, soccer extraordinaire, took over her life with Harry.

What the summery said

The next few fics are all by @wearingaberetinparis or ritaskeetered (on ao3) who is the reason I joined the jily fandom. Single handedly enabled my obsession and I've never been more thankfull.

The Very Regency (Un)Ladylike Guide To Fortune-Hunting

Regency au. "Without thinking highly either of men or matrimony, marriage had always been her object; it was the only honourable provision for well-educated young women of small fortune, and however uncertain of giving happiness, must be their pleasantest preservative from want." (Jane Austen)

Lily Evans finds herself wanting, or: so her sister seems to believe. While out on the hunt for a fortune - again: that would be Mrs Dursley mostly - the affection of a number of suitors is most welcome. Especially when a young Viscount's heart is set aflame.

Screaming, crying, punch me in the face (Lily's version)

Jump (For My Love)

Royalty au "When you are the Prince of England, the last thing one might expect is to be jumped from behind by the most beautiful woman one has ever seen, who - in turn - seems to have no clue at all and mistakes one for someone else. Surely, Prince James has the right to be disproportionately upset about this. The question is; does he need to?"

Baby, It's Cold Outside

Olympic au. James, being half Greek, had always dreamed of one day going to the Olympics. Now, at his second Winter Olympics – having won a surprising bronze medal at his first one – James has been dubbed Team GB’s hero before the games have even started.

Lily, being the daughter of a waste collector, had always dreamed of one day making her parents proud by exceeding their expectations. Now, she finds herself on a plane to China together with her boss, Minerva McGonagall, and a crowd of winter athletes representing Team GB at the Winter Olympics of 2022.

The paths of James Potter – overenthusiastic snowboarding hero – and Lily Evans – passionate overachiever – cross at the 2022 Winter Olympics when James Potter is asked to be Team GB’s flagbearer at the Opening Ceremony (and quite a few times after that as well).

The repetition of "James, being half Greek..." worked so well for the flow. I don't know how to describe it

A Game Of Thrones

Modern royalty au. Lily Evans had never imagined she would meet Prince James, but when she does at St Andrews' annual Christmas Pub Crawl, her whole world is turned upside down. For who thought that a girl like her - with a sister that reads "Hello" magazine like it's the Bible - would end up with a prince like him?

Euphemia Potter you will always be famous

flowers

A musician au that hilights sexisim in the music industry. "Singer-songwriter Lily Evans has played gig after gig, has been the opening act to many a headliner, but her big break seems a million miles away. When one night – after playing in her friend Marlene McKinnon’s bar – she receives messily scrawled lyrics on a napkin by a certain Monty Python, her life and career are turned upside down, leading her all the way to the Grammy's."

Lily my love, you deserve everything you've worked for

If You Knew Who Was Talking

hopelessly_devoted and genuinely-conflicted form each other’s support system online, cheering one another on as they battle their way through an unrequited (and most definitely unwanted) crush on the person their parents are trying to set them up with.

In the real world, James Potter and Lily Evans find themselves hopelessly devoted and genuinely conflicted when battling their persistent infatuation with the last person they would have ever liked to fall for, stubbornly fighting their family’s and friends’ convictions that they were born to be together.

If only they knew who was talking.

FOOLS the both of them.

glitter in the sky, i’m spinning out waiting for ya

For her thirtieth birthday, Marlene McKinnon and Mary McDonald gift Lily Evans the thrill of a lifetime: a tandem skydive. What no one expected? For Lily to end up in the hospital as a result with her ankle covered in soul marks.

everybody is a sexy baby, and i'm a monster on a hill

Ficwriter au. "James Potter and Lily Evans are fandom famous. Both are prolific and popular writers within the Marauders fandom, but they have completely ignored the other's existence for two years after a Tumblr misunderstanding. Now, they are paired up for the Valentine's Marauders Challenge and - forced to interact - they find out that they may be more compatible than they ever could have imagined."

Is this not the dream?

fastening myself to you with a stitch

Fame au. "Anyone who has never heard the names Lily Evans and James Potter before must be a boomer. The two actors have dominated the box office with their films in the past nine years, more often than not starring opposite one another. Whether tasked to portray mutual pining, passionate hatred or fiery love, Potter and Evans make the screen positively buzz with the taste of opportunity."

it's all happening without me

Normal People (Sally Roony) au. "At school, James and Lily pretend not to know each other. James is wealthy, popular and the star of his school’s football team, while Lily wears second-hand school uniforms, is the school pariah and resented for her smarts. At James’ house, however – meeting there due to Lily’s mother’s housekeeping job – they form an intense connection they desperately try to conceal to the outside world.

A year later, James and Lily both attend Hogwarts University where James has found his feet and made friends he had longed for his entire life, while Lily remains uncertain and haunted by her problematic past.

Throughout their years at university, James and Lily circle each other, trying to resist the magnetic pull between them, whilst coming to the realisation that the both of them may be more religious than they ever thought they were."

Mother knows best. Mary, never question your writing skills because this fic proved that you are a phenomenal writer. The emotions you evoked coverered the entire range of human emotions

It's Coming Down, It's Coming Down Series -

Weird, But Fuckin' Beautiful

When Lily Evans is invited to spend Christmas with the Potters, she finds that she can simply not refuse. It’s an offer she cannot resist for several reasons, the most important one being that she would much rather spend the holidays with Fleamont and Euphemia than she would with Vernon and Petunia.

So what if she had conveniently forgotten (or has she?) about the fact that the Potters have a son - a Formula 1 driver at that - who she can’t seem to get off her mind? (Mightily annoying that, seeing as he has made clear exactly how he feels about her and it’s not exactly giving her any hope.) It’s not as if she can’t control herself.

Or so she very dearly hopes…

Tonight Feels Impossible

But after a night spent together in a hotel's honeymoon suite, she doubts she ever will and fears it might be her downfall.

To All The Kudos I've Left Before

Ficwriter au set in university. "Fanfiction is the guiltiest of pleasures that Lily - twenty years old and studying at Hogwarts University - freely and happily indulges in. She reads fanfiction whenever she has a moment to herself and goes crazy whenever her favourite author - Artemis - updates or uploads another one of his works to Archive Of Our Own. Leaving them comments and the ensuing banter between them back and forth - however fleeting - makes her heart race and preoccupies a fair amount of her thoughts, which - in turn - angers her best friend.

James Potter has never had to suffer from an inferiority complex. His parents and friends are supportive of his every endeavour and this includes his habit to write fanfiction and put his written work out there in the void for his readers to enjoy. His readers are highly supportive too - Lilium being his absolute favourite - that is, until he starts to receive the vilest of comments from a number of guest accounts and starts to question his entire online existence.

What Artemis and Lilium don’t know? That they might know each other a little better than either of them ever bargained for."

The title says it all ❤ ❤❤

#jily fic rec #jily #lily evans #james potter #jple

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whinlatter · 1 year

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do you ever just think about how ginny weasley is the only other person in harry potter’s life who knows what it’s like to go to your death staring into the face of tom riddle

like, we talk about harry and ginny both knowing what it is to have riddle in their heads but, after the war, there’s this new other thing: that they both know what it feels like to suddenly realise you’re going to die, there’s nothing you can do to stop it, and to go through this terrifying process of accepting you’re about to be murdered?

“So I made Ginny write her own farewell on the wall and come down here to wait. She struggled and cried and became very boring. But there isn’t much life left in her... She put too much into the diary, into me. Enough to let me leave its pages at last...” - CoS

ginny weasley at eleven years old writing her goodbye on the wall and thinking she was never going to see her mum and her dad and her brothers again. slipping unconscious, everything fading to black, thinking she was going to die as a little child, no one to tell her she was loved and forgiven as she slipped from this world. that the last face she thought she would ever see was the boy who murdered her and mocked her as she lay dying. waking up and coming back from the brink of death with harry staring back at her

harry potter at seventeen years old counting his own remaining heartbeats, slipping away to the forest, having to walk calmly away from the people he loves without saying goodbye to stand in front of riddle and let him kill him. looking into riddle’s face and having his be the last face he thought he’d ever see, all hope of a family and a future stolen from him. closing his eyes and thinking of gin as that flash of green light seems to end it all

(also that the only other people harry knows who went to their deaths that way, feeling that panic and grief and terror, are lily and james…….)

anyway i just think that that’s huge and awful and important ok!!!

#the ginny struggling and crying part as she realises she is going to die is honestly one of the most horrendous parts of the entire series #i was having a nice day why have i done this to myself!#hinny #ginny weasley you wonderful girl you brave brave man #meta #harry and ginny #hp meta

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fandomwriterstuff · 4 days

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Slut!

Sirius Black x Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader (Slytherin)

Words: ~3.3k

Heavily inspired by Slut! by Taylor Swift

Seventh year was turning out to be the best yet as far as you were concerned. Sure, you were navigating the landscape of emotionally stunted seventeen year olds that also frequented the Slytherin dungeons and that you called your friends. And you also had your N.E.W.T. exams coming, as well as the inevitable detentions you were sure to rack up with your mischievous friends. And you also had the pressures of your pureblood family, and their expectations of you which were approaching just as fast as your graduation from Hogwarts.

Alright, so maybe you were looking at a shit show of a year, but you were a girl of many talents. One of those talents happened to be romanticizing everyday things. Your uncharacteristic outlook on life (uncharacteristic for a Slytherin, that is) was what was turning seventh year into the best year. And that was directly related to the two boys you’d attracted with your whimsy, passion, and pretty smile.

Now, you’d dated before. However, you’d never had a friends-with-benefits situation before. And you’d certainly never had that sort of thing with an established couple. Sirius Black and Remus Lupin were Gryffindor’s power couple and also the two most attractive boys in Hogwarts. (You were being generous by saying most attractive boys, because you all know that if you’d said people it would have included yourself and one Lily Evans at the top of the list).

“And that, dear reader,” you wrote in your diary. “Is how I ended up getting invited to a Gryffindor quidditch victory party. A victory which they won against Slytherin.” You were making your last entry before trying to escape the dungeons without Regulus or Barty finding out about it. Both loving in their own ways, they were incredibly nosy when it came to your situationship. They were very protective of you and were already unhappy that the two Gryffindors hadn’t asked you to be theirs yet… Publicly.

“I do love these victory parties though, I get to dress up for the boys and feel like an absolute goddess when they see me. Though I do wish they would just date me. I’m becoming tired.”

As you touched up your hair and makeup in the mirror before your escape, you wondered what the other Gryffindors thought of the sole Slytherin showing up to their victory fest. (That is, unless Regulus decided to get his shit together and just kiss Potter, then you wouldn’t be alone in there).

You evaded wandering eyes and snuck out of the common room, wondering whether Remus or Sirius would walk you over. Typically one of them would come find you beforehand and snog you in a closet. You liked the feeling that they couldn’t get enough of you.

This time it was Remus, sitting on a windowsill at the top of the staircase and holding a lit cigarette between his fingers. Though when he saw you, sheer black tights and impractical shoes peeking out of your Slytherin cloak as you hurried up the stairs, he rubbed the tip of it into the stone and smiled down at you.

“Hey, dove. I can’t wait to see what you’ve got hiding under that cloak. You know Sirius loves those miniskirts you wear,” voice low in the dim light, you gave him a soft smile. Merlin, he was beautiful in the moonlight coming in through the window. You wished you could have them. Sirius and Remus and you. It was a pipe dream.

“And you know how much I love when you wear your shirt like this, it’s like you’re trying to entice me,” you murmured, brushing your manicured fingernails against his exposed forearms. He had the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, his necktie long gone and hair mussed. You were envious that you weren’t so effortlessly ethereal, but you also felt so lucky you were able to see him like this, touch him like this. You steeled yourself against the encroaching depression that tried to take over when you thought of this… thing ending. Which it surely would. Sirius and Remus were the perfect couple. But you would do anything to make it last, to be theirs, for them to show you off like they did eachother.

Adorned with smoke on my clothes

Lovelorn and nobody knows

Love thorns all over this rose

I’ll pay the price, you won’t

The Gryffindor common room was a raucous place after quidditch games. You were able to slip in unseen, Remus shielding you from prying eyes with his tall and lanky figure as he ushered you up to his shared room. James was likely already downstairs, and Peter always made himself scarce during these things, so you weren’t too shocked to see Sirius shirtless, flicking his wand to dry his freshly cleaned hair. It was always a wreck after quidditch. Somehow the low bun he tied it in always got knotty.

“Moony, I thought you were coming with my favorite Slytherin?” He teased, and you peeked around Remus’ arm from your spot hidden behind him. “Oh, there you are, princess! I thought he’d lost you along the way,” he smiled as he slipped his arms into the sleeves of his shirt. “Come on, don’t be shy, let's see the outfit.” He never failed to make you feel pretty, and so you unclasped your cloak and hung it on the edge of his bed before doing a little twirl. Today’s was a pretty little black minidress with a swinging skirt that draped across your thighs in such a way that you had to buy it. You knew they would love it.

“You’ve no right to be so beautiful,” Remus’ voice from behind you had you blushing. And you’ve no right to woo me like this, like you want to date me, you thought to yourself. You didn’t have time to wallow in your thoughts before he came up from behind you and wrapped his big hands around your hips, thumbs rubbing into your skin and making you forget all the reasons this was a bad idea. Just like every time.

“Maybe not, but she is and we can enjoy the view,” Sirius, shirt still unbuttoned, was approaching you like a lion stalking its prey. But when he was standing chest to chest with you, looking down at you with those pretty eyes, he was nothing but gentle when he reached up to tilt your chin so he could kiss you. He had you like putty in his hands, and as you opened your mouth to let him in, Remus cleared his throat.

“You two do this every time. They’re going to notice we’re gone,” you could hear the fondness in his voice.

“I think Rem wants a kiss, princess,” Sirius breathed against your lips and you giggled, turning in their hold to blink up at your taller companion.

“Is that true, Remmy?” You wondered aloud, smiling up as his sandy hair fell over his forehead.

“Well I’m never going to turn one down from you,” he smirked before leaning down to press his lips against yours. It was a gentle thing, but when he squeezed his hands where they sat on your waist and pulled you in you gasped, and you were suddenly losing yourself in the taste of him. Smoke and chocolate and his hands were reaching towards your hair when Sirius tutted at him and you broke away.

“Don’t ruin her hair, I’m sure she worked hard on it.”

“I don’t mind,” you said breathily at the same time Remus chuckled with a “Alright, let’s get down there.”

The difference with tonight, which you would have noticed if you weren’t hiding behind Remus on your way in, was that the alcohol hadn’t come yet, and nobody was drunk enough for you to get past them without being noticed. Potter has just come in with some others with their contraband firewhiskey and other beverages, and so when you stepped off the bottom stair, laughing at something Sirius had said, lips kiss-reddened, and heart eyes glowing… Well people noticed.

You didn’t notice at first, too wrapped up in your two not-boyfriends. But you caught the whispers in the air.

“Isn’t she a Slytherin?”

“What’s she doing here?”

“What’s she doing here with them?”

Now, something you would write later in your diary went along the lines of: “As it turns out, everyone assumed Remus and Sirius were gay and that I was corrupting them.”

But all you could hear in the moment was the muttered “Slut!” from multiple directions.

Now, whimsical and romantic or not, you were a Slytherin and you had generations of pureblood rage instilled in you. You were away from your boys for the first time when you heard it. Uttered in the dim light, drunken words. But then a drunken Gryffindor boy tried to talk to you.

“So, are you just fucking Lupin? Or Black? Both?” He cocked his head to the side, and your eyes widened in horror before narrowing in anger. You’d pulled your fist back, moments away from knocking his lights out when a strong hand held you back.

“Oh, Remus!” The random boy was too drunk to see how close he’d been to being punched. “Hey, I just wanted to know if she was your girl? Or Sirius’? If not, I’d like a chance to see what’s under that dress,” he smiled and winked salaciously, and you saw red.

“Let me go,” you gritted out, pulling against the iron grip holding you back.

The tunnel vision was starting to fade and you were beginning to notice others with their eyes on you, but you were seated in your rage now.

“Pads, com’ere,” he must have been close by, because Remus hadn’t raised his voice.

“What’s going on over here?” His usually excitable demeanor was mellowed out by the alcohol. However you were red in the face and Remus was quite literally holding you back.

“McLaggen wants to know whether we’re engaged in a torrid affair with this lovely creature, and if not-”

McLaggen interrupted Remus, clearly confused by the big words.

“I dunno about all that, just wanted to know if she was with you. Because if not,” he wiggled his eyebrows… or he tried to. But with the alcohol and sweat it just looked messy. You were loosening in Remus’ hold, his strong arms always helping to bring you down from a high. He was like an anchor.

“She’s with us.” The elder Black brother’s voice was deadly serious, no room for jests, and luckily McLaggen took the hint and fucked off.

“You need a drink, pretty girl,” Sirius exhaled before turning to grab a new cup. People were beginning to look at you, wrapped up in Remus’ arms, and whisper. You felt the pricking of your tear ducts and you wrinkled your nose up to make it go away, which prompted Remus to gracefully spin you into a corner where he could tower over you and shield you from prying eyes.

“You alright, dove? Want me to punch that tosser?”

You hadn’t yet unclenched your fists, and the tall boy in front of you used his own scarred hands to pry them open and gently massage your palms where you had little crescent marks embedded.

“I think she wished you’d let her punch him,” Sirius shouldered his way into your corner, holding three cups of punch in his hands. “It would have been super hot, too.”

“They’re calling me a slut,” you whispered, not one to be easily moved by harsh words, this feeling was new to you. You couldn’t look up at them, still staring at Remus’ hands holding yours.

The two were silent for a moment, probably doing that thing where they looked into eachothers eyes and had quiet conversations. You always assumed it was lovers' telepathy. You were always jealous of that, you wanted it with them.

“Princess, I don’t care what they say, and I don’t think you should either,” Sirius started, and Remus reached up to tilt your face up to face them. “You’re not a slut. And to be honest, this has been going on long enough,” your mouth dropped open on instinct. Was he about to end your… whatever this was? “We can put the rumors to rest, because we want you to be ours.”

With that, your mouth shut with an audible click as your teeth crashed together.

“Officially, of course. Because unofficially… we’ve always been yours, darling,” Remus was smiling down at you and you swore he could have been a star in the sky the way he was glowing.

“You want me?” It came out a little more needy and desperate than you wanted it to, and Sirius cooed at you.

“Of course, pretty girl. We’re just idiots and didn’t know how to ask. So will you be ours?”

“Uh huh,” you nodded vehemently and used the extra height from your shoes to aid you in reaching up to crash your lips against his. You were mid-kiss when some fucker bumped into Remus who nearly knocked you over.

“Hey, piss off,” the drunken boy slurred and Sirius pulled away from you (making sure you were upright and unharmed in the process).

“Don’t talk to our girlfriend like that,” the words seemed to come out of his mouth in slow motion and you watched as all the eyes in the vicinity turned to you. And then the whispering started, spreading across the room like a wildfire.

But if I’m all dressed up

They might as well be looking at us

And if they call me a slut

You know it might be worth it for once

And if I’m gonna be drunk

I might as well be drunk in love

“I’ll take that drink now, Siri,” you breathed, and your boyfriend (your boyfriend!) grinned and passed one over to you before giving another to Remus.

“Cheers,” he exclaimed, and the three of you clinked your cups together.

What you would later learn (you seemed to be learning all these lessons after the fact) was that once the student body realized that neither Remus or Sirius were gay, it would be hunting season. The only issue was you couldn’t tell who was the prey, you or the boys.

You weren’t sure if the people sending you withering looks wanted to be you or kill you, but those were somehow better than the saucy winks and up-and-down gazes that made you feel naked.

Everyone wants him

That was my crime

It all came to a head one Saturday afternoon. You’d been eating lunch with Barty and Regulus out by the Black Lake, enjoying the rare afternoon warmth, a cloudless day. The only way things could get better was if you had your boyfriends there with you. You were excited for a moment when you heard footfalls behind you, but the pace was too quick, the gait unfamiliar. You turned around from your seated position to see two Gryffindor girls you didn’t recognize approaching you, looking rather sour.

“Salazar, save me,” you sighed, tired of dealing with jealous girls. At your comment, both boys looked around at the two outsiders. Now, typically, having Barty Crouch Jr. and Regulus Black lay their deadly cold glares on you was enough to send you running. But these girls were determined. “Let me handle this,” you muttered before dusting off your skirt and meeting them on your feet.

“What is it?” You cocked your hip, arms crossed, and stared at the two unfamiliar faces.

“We just wanted to see what all the fuss was about,” one started, looking you up and down with a sneer. Not a very convincing one though, you could tell she wasn’t used to squaring up, which meant these were likely girls younger than you.

“Can’t tell why those two chose you though, you’re just a regular boring girl. And a Slytherin at that,” you rolled your eyes at the second girl’s words.

“What, can’t come up with any better insults? Not going to tell me I’m a slut? That I’m corrupting the school’s favorite golden boys? That I’m too ugly or too dull or too mean for them?” You couldn’t care less about girls like this, but something prompted your two friends to stand and flank you. You weren’t sure what alerted them, but you were glad to have them behind you for what came next.

“Should have guessed a girl from a family of death eaters would be used to being called names,” one giggled nastily, and you felt your would narrow down to just see them.

“The boys will leave you once they realize you’re just another follower. Wouldn’t be surprised if you already had a dark mark. Let’s see,” she reached for your arm and before she could touch you, two wands were pointed at her throat.

“Don’t touch her,” Regulus growled from behind you.

“You’ll regret it,” Barty followed, gleeful. He loved an excuse to scare people.

She paled, and her friend scoffed.

“Typical Slytherins. Let’s get out of here.”

“Run along, and go tell McGonagall that you were harassing another student. I’m sure she’d love to hear that,” you forced out a haughty laugh, and reveled in their nervous frowns.

You thought it was over, but then you heard one of them mutter: “Of course she has two death eaters doing her dirty work. She doesn’t deserve-”

You couldn’t hear anything else over the waves crashing in your ears. You were sure Regulus was telling you to let them go, but you couldn’t let them slander your two closest friends like that.

“Hey!” You were agitated, and pulled the one that was being nasty by the hood of her cloak, effectively spinning her around and throwing her off balance.

“What are you gonna do? Crucio me?” She laughed, unafraid.

“No,” you grinned, a shark with blood in the water. “I just came to tell you, you have blood on your collar,” she looked down, confused. As soon as her face came back up to face you, your fist collided with her nose and she went down, blood decorating her pretty white dress shirt.

“You better keep your fucking mouth shut about things you don’t know about,” you spat down at her as she cried, and you stormed back into the castle.

You let your sleeves drape over your fingers, hiding your bruised knuckles, as you wandered the halls. You didn’t want to go back to the dungeons yet, but you didn’t want to face your boyfriends. Unluckily for you, they had a magic map that helped them find you.

“Hello, gorgeous,” you were greeted by Sirius, and you felt a bit of the tension leak out of you as he and Remus steered you towards the Gryffindor common room.

“Regulus told us something happened but wouldn’t tell us what,” your taller boyfriend said once you found yourselves in their shared room. You pursed your lips and clenched your aching fist, tear ducts stinging as you held back your tears.

“I punched a girl in the face,” you admitted. You’d talked to the two boys before about how you were afraid of turning out like your parents, violent and cruel and heartless. You never hit anyone before. You stretched out your fingers at the thought, letting your knuckles crack with the effort.

Soon you were seated on Remus bed, Sirius holding your undamaged hand while Remus tended to the other and you repeated what had happened.

“Have people been bothering you a lot?” Sirius’ voice was soft and you nodded.

“They all hate me,” you breathed in deeply, trying not to let it all get to you.

“Oh, dove. They don’t hate you. They’re just mean-spirited and jealous,” Remus wrapped you up in his strong arms and nestled you under his chin. “If anything else happens, let us know. We’ll deal with it.”

“Preferably before my brother or Junior find out about it. We don’t need any maiming happening,” Sirius joked, and once again the air was alight with love and laughter.

And I break down

Then he's pulling me in

In a world of boys he's a gentleman

#marauders era #the marauders #marauders fanfiction #sirius black #x reader #reader insert #sirius black x reader #taylor swift #songfic #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x sirius black #wolfstar

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thegirlwhowrites642 · 10 months

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Hiii :)

Do you have any Harry headcanons ?

In the previous episodes: Headcanons about the Potter kids and Teddy Headcanons about Ginny

Now, some Harry headcanons:

His favourite colour is red but that's basically canon

Called the big black dog he and Ginny adopted "Pad" (in reference to Padfoot of course), literally the only animal he managed to name out of all the zoo they have in the house

Canonically he becomes Head Auror at 27, around the same time Lily was born, so I think it happened for a similar reason to Ginny changing her job. Harry loves being in the action and it definitely wasn't his last opportunity to become Head Auror, but basically never going in the field and generally having way more stable hours meant having way more time for the kids

After the war, he discovers that there's an actual Potter vault at Gringrotts he started having access to at 17. There he finds, besides more money, a lot of family heirlooms, diaries, and things taken from the cottage and so he starts discovering more about the Potter family.

When Ginny goes back to Hogwarts, Harry doesn't exactly have the easiest time dealing with her absence. So once he understands that drinking himself to death might not be a great idea he decides to keep himself extremely busy. Obviously, Auror's training helps, but also he spends a lot of time with Teddy and, inspired by what he finds in the Potter vault, he starts investigating his family, finding distant relatives or simply people who knew his parents and grandparents and maybe even great-grandparents. Not only from the Potter side but the Evans one too. He writes to Ginny about it and it becomes a sort of game where she suggests places to check (especially with her pureblood knowledge of the wizarding world) and many of the people Harry meets become inside jokes between them, like some sort of characters

Lily has him wrapped around her little finger. In his defence, she looks just like her mother, what is he supposed to do??

He is like ridiculously good at his job? Especially when he comes to terms with the fact that he can be very intimidating and starts using that with purpose

He is the one that cooks usually, a sort of reappropriation of the activity after his childhood. Now he does it for the people he loves and that very much love him back.

When the kids are all at Hogwarts, he decides that he needs another hobby besides cooking. I've always imagined gardening because it's an open-air activity and it's very methodical and therefore relaxing. Maybe he starts keeping a vegetable garden.

Robards is absolutely the new addition to his collection of father figures.

When he becomes Head of the DMLE, he gets as secretary a very competent, very grumpy, lady that is old enough to be his mother. Harry adores her because she doesn't give a fuck about him being Harry Potter and when she retires he is grumpy about it for months.

On this note, Harry takes Ron leaving the Aurors as a bit of a personal offence. He gets over it eventually but oh, he definitely complains about it

The Auror partner he has for years is a guy ten years older than him, that already has a wife and very young kids when Harry meets him, so he becomes a bit of an older brother to Harry [I hate when people give Harry no new friends in the Aurors, the man works there for a billion years]. The Potters are all friends with this other family, they have dinners together once in a while, the kids are invited to the others' birthdays, stuff like that

When Ginny plays for the Harpies he is the only guy in the group at parties. The only players with a partner are a couple of older married women that don't usually go to parties, all the younger girls are young and single so they basically adopt Harry as a brother and ask him for advice with the guys (to Ginny's great amusement and Harry's horror) but he actually grows into the role

As much as he hates to admit it, one thing he learns from hanging out with Quidditch players is how easier it is to be friends with other famous people than non-famous ones

He teaches his kids how to duel because he is paranoic and also there's nothing more Harry Potter-like than teaching your kids in borderline illegal ways despite being Head Auror

He has some quirks that come very clearly from being raised by Petunia, like being a bit of a neat freak. In general, he needs some things in the house to be done in a certain way

When he eventually retires, he picks up some cases here and there as a private investigator, mainly because I think it would be hilarious for him to be in competition with a department he led for years

In short, grandpa/great-grandpa/great-great-grandpa Harry has Harry's idea of a perfect life: he spends a lot of time with the grandchildren, he has his vegetable garden, he has fun solving only the more interesting mysteries, he goes to events to support his writer wife, and they have a fun trip once in a while

#harry potter

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bealovesmarauders · 1 year

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cardigan / james potter

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james potter x fem reader

angst

word count: 1.1k

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

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

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

requests are open!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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rankheresy · 3 months

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Spotlight hour!

Here are all the works that were updated and submitted to us during the January "Update your WIP" challenge!

Disney

Woe to The People of Order But Disney(TM) by @levichouphys I stared into the abyss and the abyss replied with Aladdin's deleted song "Humiliate the Boy." // Jafar and Disney characters swapped with DreamSMP characters AU.

Harry Potter:

Amulette d'amour by @therealvinelle and @theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin Tom is commissioned to repair a magical amulet.

The Man Who Would Be King by @therealvinelle and @theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin On October 31st, 1981, Lily Potter’s plan to protect her son goes awry when her husband is murdered and her son abducted. In the aftermath, she must navigate the escalation of the war, tensions among the Order, and her desperate search for her son.

The Slytherins' Tale and A Time Once Lost by @theralance In the year before Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott’s exploration of the unused rooms of Malfoy Manor leads them to discover an old diary tucked away and forgotten. Across the country, a single mistake results in the last heir of an ancient pureblood line breaking free of his prison.

Naruto

Loyalty's Price: Eternity by @thehollowone16 After a year alongside Sasori and Deidara, the Akatsuki begin to move. In doing so, Kabuto comes back into conflict with Sunagakure, the nation he worked with to destroy Konoha. This time though, he has to help save a Kazekage. "Truly, it was the villages who made monsters of them. Their wars, their battles, fought for no reward their shinobi would see. When had the price of loyalty grown so high? When had the returns become so abysmal?"

Twilight

Counselling by @smallcatwoman Eleazar hears about the love triangle between Edward, Bella, and Jacob, and decides to help. Terrible things ensue.

Thanks to all contributors!

#rank heresy #rank heresy writing competitions #january 2024 writing challenge

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river13245 · 6 months

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Info - Character List

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Criminal Minds:

Golden trio:

Marvel:

Marauders era:

NCIS:

Supernatural:

Sherlock:

John Watson | Sherlock Holmes | Jim Moriarty | Mrs Hudson (platonic only)

Star Trek:

Stranger Things:

The Last Of Us:

Ellie | Joel | Dina | Jesse | Tommy

The Vampire Diaries:

Greys Anatomy:

Doctor Who:

Friends:

Scooby Doo:

Shaggy | Velma | Daphne | Fred |

Twilight:

Scream 1996:

The Hobbit/TLOTR:

The hunger Games:

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rainforest-daisies · 1 year

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The diary

Character: James potter x gn!Reader

Synopsis: James and Sirius steal your diary, which has pages talking about your crush on prongs.

TW: angst, talk of bullying

Word count: 750

A/n: this took me centuries to write omfg-

Pt. 2

Your diary was the only place you could confidently write your feelings without feeling judged. The countless pages you’ve written in about your 3 year long crush- they’re going to be read.

“No! I wanna see what you write about!” Sirius was laughing his ass off in the corner of your dorm room as james tried to open the book without dropping it, yourself right behind him trying to take it back. You had caught up with him, and wrapped your arms around his jacket-clad torso.

You grabbed ahold of the book clasp, and yanked it towards yourself, prompting it to break off. It was a cheap $5 journal, what did you expect it to do?

As James lifted his arm above you, he began reading the messy, rushed handwriting aloud.

“‘Just this morning he gave me an early birthday gift, it had the most adorable bow!’ Hear that padfoot? A bow!” He giggled loud, “‘I wish I could stare into his eyes forever without the guilt of betraying my best friend.’” His face slowly dropped, and Sirius walked behind him to read the next paragraphs.

“James..i can explain-” he passed the book back to you, letting out a quiet “sorry”, before walking past you, bumping into your shoulder on accident. The air felt thick, like you couldn’t speak a word. “why didn’t you tell me?” Sirius took a step forward, catching your attention.

“Because you would have told him. You did that to Amos when i told you about him-” you defended yourself for the second time over a crush. He had informed amos diggory of your small crush, which some girls caught wind of, and didn’t let you live it down. He was the cause of months of bullying, and you wouldn’t let that happen again.

He didn’t blame you. He felt shame for putting you through that, he wouldn’t forgive himself. But he thought you had.

”ill go talk to James.” You began walking out the door, but you turned your head to look at Sirius, “please return that book to wherever it was. I dont even know how you found it…” you finished the last part while walking the rest of the way out.

You scrambled through hallways, looking in any possible place for prongs. You checked the quidditch pitch, no luck. You tried the kitchens (which got you a scolding from one of the older elves), and again, nothing. You finally made your rounds to the library, and to your luck. You saw him.

With the diary.

He was sat in one of the study table chairs, his glasses slid down his nose, and the book in his calloused hands. You quickly walked up to him, but his eyes never left the words written.

It seemed as if he was reading one sentence over and over, ‘he’s simply a daydream, an angel disguised in human form.’

“I didn’t know you felt this way about me.” He finally spoke, his voice slightly muffled by his hand, as he was resting against it. “Of course. And i never meant for you to.” It didn’t help your case, but you didn’t try to make any excuses. You were in this for good.

He looked up to you, staring into your eyes. “Im with lily. You know that.” He snapped the book back together, making a louder than expected noise. You flinched at the sound that bounced against the walls of empty and full shelves, regretting the situation you had brought yourself into.

He passed you the book with nothing more but a small nod, and grabbed his satchel full of school notes and small nicknacks from his partner. He made sure not to bump into you again, as he walked around you and out the door.

You stuffed the book in between your arms, and slowly walked out as well. Your shoes clicked against the hard floor of the library, and you glanced out of the doors window, only to see the last person you wanted to.

Lily evans.

She gives you a loud glare, she obviously knew. you look behind her, James. Your eyes linger on him for a bit too long, the sight of someone walking past you to leave the library made you look away.

#james potter #james potter x Reader #james potter x you #marauders #Sirius black #angst #x reader #shitpost

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esmestarz · 6 months

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about me ─ ★

esme

she/her

infp

bisexual

i can play on the electric guitar and piano !!

i used to do ballet but now i do belly dancing

i love listening to music esp metal (any type tbfr) and rock, my fav animal is a cat and I'm pretty sure that's it

stuff

if you want me to write for a character that isn't on the list feel free to ask me and I'll write for them if possible <3

i will write smut, fem reader, gn reader, platonic and romantic relationships

i will not write rape, incest, gore, threesome, gang bang, teacher x student, male reader, character x character, character x oc, poly relationships, specified race reader

what and who i write for ─ ✧･ﾟ*

MOVIES ─ ★

black swan

- nina sayers

- lily

diary of a wimpy kid

- rodrick heffley

harry potter

- hermione granger

- harry potter

- draco malfoy

- luna lovegod

- ron weasley

- theodore nott

- tom riddle

scream

- tatum riley

- sidney prescott

- billy loomis

- stu marcher

- samantha carpenter

- tara carpenter

- amber freeman

- anika kayko

- ethan landry

- gale weathers

- jill roberts

- kirby reed

- chad meeks-martin

- mindy meeks-martin

life as a house

- sam monroe

awake

- clay beresford

casper

- casper mcfadden

fight club

- marla singer

- tyler durden

star wars

- anakin skywalker

- padmé amidala

narnia

- edmund pevensie

- peter pevensie

seasquatch squad

- jeremy sumpter

SERIES ─ ★

pretty little liars

- emily fields

- alison dilaurentis

- hanna marin

- spencer hastings

gossip girl

- blair waldorf

- serena van der woodsen

- georgina sparks

outerbanks

- rafe cameron

- sarah cameron

- jj maybanks

- kiara carrera

- pope heyward

- john b routledge

seaquest dsv

- lucas wolenczak

the babysitters club

- sam thomas

- kristy thomas

- stacey mcgill

- claudia kishi

- dawn schafer

shameless

- carl gallagher

- fiona gallagher

- debbie gallagher

malcolm in the middle

- malcolm wilkerson

- reese wilkerson

- francis wilkerson

my babysitters a vampire

- rory keaner

- ethan morgan

- sarah fox

ruby and the well

- sam price

- mina amani

- ruby o'reilly

KDRAMA ─ ★

all of us are dead

- choi nam-ra

- lee su-hyeok

- lee cheong-san

- lee na-yeon

- nam on-jo

sweet home

- yoon ji-su

- lee eun-yoo

- cha hyun-soo

KPOP ─ ★

aespa

- karina

- winter

- ningning

- giselle

twice

- nayeon

- chaeyoung

- momo

- mina

- sana

- jihyo

- dahyun

- jeongyeon

- tzuyu

le sserafim

- sakura

- yunjin

- chaewon

- kazuha

- eunchae

gidle

- soyeon

- minnie

- shuhua

- miyeon

- yuqi

nmixx

- sullyoon

- lily

- kyujin

- haewon

- jiwoo

- bae

new jeans

- danielle

- haerin

- minji

- hyein

- hanni

GAMES ─ ★

the last of us

- ellie williams

fatal frame

- yuri kozukata

- rui kagamiya

cry of fear

- simon henriksson

resident evil

- leon s kennedy

- jill valentine

- ada wong

- claire redfield

- bela dimitrescu

#who i write for #intro post #fanfic writer #my stuff

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willow-marygreen · 7 months

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The last memory of a Flower

Whumptober 2023

Day 3 : “Like crying out in an empty room, with no one except the moon” | Journal | Solitary Confinement

Warning : Mentionned Character Death

Paring : Marlene McKinnon x female reader

Words : 1380+

“Harry, I found something!”

Hermione's voice calls the two boys to order. They abandon their exploration to come take a look at Hermione's find.

“What is this? A diary?” Ron asks, looking at the object.

It is in fact a small diary bound in brown leather. The cover is damaged and the pages are yellowed and curled, as if it had been lying in water for a long time.

Hermione dusts off the cover to read the name engraved on the leather.

“Y/N L/N’s diary.”

Harry frowns, sure he's heard the name before. Then as if enlightened, he grabs the photo frame from the shelf. The image comes to life, revealing a happy group of friends, albeit a little chaotic.

Harry points at a smiling young woman. Her head buried in the neck of a blonde teenager who holds her by the shoulders. They hug each other under the teasing gaze of Sirius Black.

“It’s her, right?”

Hermione leans over to read the names written under the photo: James Potter, Lily Evans, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettegrew, Dorcas Meadows, Mary McDonald, Y/N L/N and Marlene McKinon.

The writing on the frame indicates that the photo was taken during their sixth year. By elimination: the red-haired girl is Lily; the brunette with curly hair is Mary; and the dark-skinned one is Dorcas. Harry remembers Sirius briefly introducing them to him in an Order of the Phoenix photo during his fifth year.

“And the blonde girl is Marlene McKinon,” Harry concluded out loud.

Hermione smiles as the two teenagers laugh harder in the animated photo. “They seemed close...”

None of them are unaware that in this photo only two people survived.

Hermione turns the object in her hands uncomfortably. “Are you sure you want to read it...? This is the diary of one of the former members of the Order of the Phoenix. I don't think she has much to hide.”

Harry is about to point out that the diary was in Sirius's things, when Ron calls out to them.

“I found something else.”

He shows them a small wooden box, stored in the same drawer as the newspaper. He gently lifts the lid to reveal its contents: cut-out newspaper articles. Harry leans down to grab one.

Dorcas Meadows, murdered!

December 1981

It doesn't take more than a glance to realize that all of the articles recount the deaths of members of the Order of the Phoenix. A sad memorial to those who fought against Voldemort in the first war.

Below is the article discussing the death of Marlene McKinon. Murdered by Death Eaters with her entire family during July 1981.

The atmosphere is heavy but no one says a word to break it. Instead, Ron grabs another item. This one bears the name of the owner of the diary. He pushes the paper to the center of the table and everyone leans forward to read better.

The auror Y/N L/N, missing!

August 1981, a month after the disappearance of her close friend: Marlene McKinon. The young auror, just around twenty years old, set out on a quest for revenge. Witnesses claim to have seen her for the last time near Malfoy Manor at dawn on August 3. Patrols were launched but no trace of the young woman. It seems that the last heiress of the L/N’s is gone for good.

“August 1981…” Harry thinks out loud. “Hermione, when was the last page of the diary?”

The teenager grabs the notebook and opens it delicately. She turns the yellowed pages, taking care not to linger on the writings. Arriving at the last page, a hiccup of astonishment catches in her throat.

“Hermione?” Ron asks in a worried tone.

“August 4, 1981… The last page was written one day after her disappearance!”

All scruples gone, Harry and Ron in turn look at the diary to try to decipher the writing. There may not be any interesting information to be gleaned from this diary, but curiosity pricks them like a goad.

The writing is shaky. The black ink has smeared in certain places on the page. Lighter stains on the paper indicate the presence of tears, dried over time. The two pages are not completely filled out. The second is only a quarter of the way written. As if hypnotized, everyone begins reading.

August 4, 1981 (Malfoy Manor)

This is the last page of this diary that I will fill out. I wish I could have finished the next 100, but fate has not been kind to me.

If anyone ever reads this one day, allow me to introduce myself:

My name is Y/N, but Marlene calls me “Flower” because I remind her of the beauty of spring (according to her). I'm 23 years old, I have a group of friends and a diploma in my pocket. But in a few hours, that won't matter anymore.

They killed Marlene. Those damn Death Eaters took her away from me. My best friend, my confidante, the woman of my life. They took her from me last month.

And I've been in terrible pain ever since.

No matter how I turn the problem around, there is no future for me. Marlene was my horizon; a shoulder I could cry on; a marvel that I never stopped admiring; the person who introduced me to what “falling in love” meant.

We promised to stay together no matter what. After the war, we decided that we would fight so that people like us could get married. Then we would have a family together.

She wanted at least two children so that they would never be bored. If possible a girl and a boy. She had grown up with big brothers, she wanted our children to have the same life.

So I drew them. The day I learned she had died, I picked up a pencil and started drawing.

I drew her, the way I imagined her in ten years. I drew myself the same way. Then I painted a portrait of our children. I redrew them a good twenty times so that they corresponded to the image I had of them in my dreams.

When I was finished, I allowed myself to cry. I cried for a whole night. I cried for all the times I forbade myself.

And in the morning I had made my decision.

They say that to cast an unforgivable curse you have to want it from the bottom of your heart. And I wanted it in every cell of my body.

I have killed dozens of Death Eaters and not once have I felt regret.

There may have been teenagers in the group; Some who had only followed the crowd. But I didn't care anymore. I was returning the violence of the emotions that I had suffered the previous month.

I'm not proud of it but I'm not sorry either.

I wanted them to suffer like I suffered. I wished them death. I walked over their corpses. I didn't like it but I was too angry to realize it.

I continued until one of them stopped me. They locked me here, in the basement of the Malfoy Manor. I've been alone for an hour. Everyone who comes down here never sees the light of day again. I write by the light of the Moon. Tomorrow it will be my turn.

Narcissa promised to give this diary to Sirius. She gave me the pen with which I write. I think she feels sorry for me.

But I don't feel sorry for myself.

I regret nothing.

I did it for Marlene. I did it for what they took from me. I did it so that they would know the pain of losing a loved one in turn.

I haven't succeeded in overthrowing this stupid cult, but I have no doubt that someone will eventually.

So that one day my soul can rest in peace.

You who read this diary, I hope that this whole period is ancient history. Thank you for giving me your precious time.

Let me not let you forget me:

My name is Y/N L/N. I am 23 years old. I'm going to die tomorrow. But I don't regret it for a second.

To my dear wife; to the souls snatched by Death Eaters; to my friends ; to you dear reader. Signed: Flower.

#whumptober 2023 #day 3 #angst #female reader #gxg imagine #reader insert #xreader #harry potter #the marauders #marlene mckinnon #marlene mckinnon x reader #marlene x reader

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I really, REALLY, dislike Graham.

I can't wait for the glorious moment in which he'll know that Lily fancy James Potter. I can't fucking wait for it, the realization splatted on his face.

Lily, this beautiful muggleborn, fancies James Potter, a pureblood who has no judgment and prejudice.

I mean, Flor is a nice girl, but Graham... I really want to punch him every time, especially I don't like the way he treats and speaks about Sirius and James

Please, Lily let him realize or tell him directly (even better) that you have fallen for a young man, who is a leader, who has strong principles, who is a good person, whose name is James Potter.

When I read the Graham likes her, my thought was "my dear, she fancy James, I can't wait for you to know it"

I want to add that your James is one of my favourite, I really like how you write him ❤️

hmmmm ok I have a rule where I don’t tell anyone how to feel about a character! So I’m not gonna do that!

But…….this is extremely self-indulgent on my part, but I just want to offer some space to consider how characters like Sirius and James are perceived by other students at school, particularly the more marginalized students (like Graham).

So, forgive me:

Facts about Sirius and James as perceived by the general student body:

Sirius Black came from one of the most prominent Muggle-hating families in wizarding society. Prior to 1976 it was not common knowledge that he did not get along with his family. (Canon; TLE2-16)

Sirius Black called Cecil Stebbins the M-word in first year. (TLE2-36)

Sirius Black made a splash in third year by stealing a muggle-born girl’s diary, reading it aloud, and proceeding to torment her about it and her crush [on a pure-blood boy] for years. (TLE1-7)

Sirius Black was at least semi-frequently photographed with prominent members of wizarding society who publicly spouted anti-Muggle sentiment (such as the Malfoys), and these photos were glowingly printed in the Daily Prophet’s Society pages for all to read. (TLE1-28; TLE1-35)

Sirius Black often made a show of spending his family’s money extravagantly, such as buying drinks for entire tables of random students in the Three Broomsticks as a joke. (TLE1-25)

Sirius Black had a reputation for dueling and getting into fights. (TLE1-44, and like…every other chapter lmao)

James Potter publicly declared that he wouldn’t date a muggle-born girl if she were the last girl in school, then proceeded to tease her about it for years (TLE1-7)

James Potter had a reputation for being jinx happy, frequently hexing other students. (Canon, TLE1-7, TLE1-40, TLE1-50, TLE1-52, TLE2-40, etc etc etc etc)

In his fifth year, James Potter once hexed a younger Muggle-born student so badly it took 2 weeks for his skin to turn back to normal. (TLE1-50, TLE2-40)

James Potter publicly humiliated his enemies. (TLE1-52)

James Potter mocked another student for essentially being poor (TLE2-31)

James Potter was the Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, which did not have a single Muggle-born member. (TLE2-45)

Etc etc etc

Of course, WE have context for all these incidents. We know their thoughts, intentions, etc. But how would someone like Graham have that insight? Why would he ever give them the benefit of the doubt?

And yet despite all this, the way Graham has treated them has been to be inwardly disdainful and outwardly polite, even being gracious in welcoming James when he crashed the MBSC without an express invite. (Sure, internally he may have been thinking “you privileged wanker”, but did he say it? No! lmao)

Anyway!! Just another perspective on this dude! I love hearing all the different takes on him. He has not QUITE surpassed Florence as Most Controversial TLE Character but he’s at least won a shiny medal. 🥈😂

#ch answers #tle2 #tle2 spoilers

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2,5,6 for the fic self rec game 🥰🥰🥰

Thanks for the as Mia!

Send me a self-rec ask!

2. A fic to stay all night reading

Under the Right Moon

Wolfstar, 10/10 chapters, 34k words

Enough bulk to it that you can get a good late night going, but not an overwhelming amount. Watch the tags, but it's about Remus who has a history of SA (via Greyback) and his non-linear recovery from it. Features some truly awful Lyall, some lovely platonic Moonchaser bonding moments, and Sirius who tries so ahrd to help Remus.

5. A fic to make you laugh

Click to Connect

Wolfstar, one shot, 11k words

This is my crackiest fic to date. It's a twist on a soulmate fic with what I've affectionately called "Anal Legos." It features Prongsfoot that are far too comfortable with each other and a truly chaotic way to find a soulmate. Amusing, sexy as hell, and a sweet ending to boot.

6. A fic to make you cry

Dusk

Wolfstar, 2/2, 5.6k words

This is, so far, the saddest thing I've ever written, but in such a good and cathartic way. I still cry when I reread it. Also, check out the podfic for it, by @burningaurora

The Last Diary of Lily Potter

Jily, 5/5, 12.8k words

October 24 still gets me every time.

#snitch answers asks #self rec ask game

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confessorcanary · 1 year

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Inky and Kaden’s Sortings: A Masterpost Update [2022]

Because Tumblr burped and @sortinghatchats disappeared, Inky and Kaden have had to build it back up from scratch. That means my old post, from 2017, has a bunch of broken links now. But never fear! I’ve spent the past few years tracking down every last reblog on this site with an unusable ‘search’ function.

Sortings by Inky and/or Kaden

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Agents of SHIELD ——More on Melinda May, Jemma Simmons

The Avengers ——Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Nick Fury, Agent Coulson ——Natasha Romanoff, Maria Hill, Jane Foster, Sharon Carter, Pepper, Sif, Darcy ——Wanda and Pietro Maximoff, Vision, Ultron, Loki ——Steve Rogers ——Bucky Barnes

Daredevil

Guardians of the Galaxy ——Peter Quill

DC Universe

DC Women ——Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn, Barbara Gordon

Books

The Chronicles of Narnia ——The Pevensies ——Addressing their popular Sortings

Diana Wynne Jones ——Charmed Life ——Conrad’s Fate

Harry Potter ——The Golden Trio, the Silver Trio, Draco, Dumbledore ——More on Harry’s Secondary ——More on Hermione’s Secondary ——Bellatrix Lestrange ——The Marauders, Lily Evans, Severus Snape

The Hunger Games

The Lord of the Rings ——The Hobbits

Outlaws of Sherwood

The Tortall Universe ——The Women ——The Men

Inky’s novels

The Alliance Trilogy

Leagues and Legends (Parts 1-3)

TV series

BBC Sherlock

Firefly

Friends ——Phoebe

Game of Thrones

The Get Down

Gilmore Girls

Orphan Black

Sense8

Supernatural ——More on Dean Winchester

Teen Wolf (Parts 1-2)

Veronica Mars

White Collar

Web series & Web comics & Podcasts

Check, Please!

The Lizzie Bennet Diaries

Welcome to Night Vale

Musicals

Hadestown

Hamilton

Legally Blonde

Les Misérables ——Javert

Wicked ——Elphaba, Galinda

Movies

Disney Princesses ——Tiana ——Moana ——Mulan

Star Wars ——The Force Awakens

Animated series

Avatar: The Last Airbender

The Legend of Korra

#sortinghatchats #hogwarts sorting #harry potter series #shc sorting #shc repost #a masterpost update

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thegirlwhowrites642 · 1 year

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Hiii

Do you have more Ginny headcanon ?

Do you have fifteen hours?

I'd say most of my headcanons are more like deductions from canon to be honest. You can find some of them in my one-shots. Anyway, I'll try to make a list of strictly Ginny headcanons.

her favourite colour is green (which between Harry's eyes and the Harpies is basically canon, it's like saying that red being Harry's favourite colour is a headcanon)

as we all know Ginny loves cats, but seeing that her family could never afford to buy her one, she always had in mind that with her first paycheck, she would buy her first cat, and she does

when she was little she wrote adventure stories about her and The Boy Who Lived

writing was a part of her healing process after the Chamber

in her second year, Dumbledore invited her many times to play chess and it was a subtle way to bring her to open up about the diary (this is technically not canon but it's way more canon complaint that Dumbledore did this than the idea that he didn't, both from the perspective of him being a good loving man despite it all, and the cynical perspective of him wanting to know more about Riddle)

I'm a strong supporter of the universally accepted headcanon of Ginny and Sirius having late-night chats at Grimmauld Place

Ginny jokingly promised Sirius that if she and Harry would've actually ended up together (like Sirius seemed to believe) she would've called her first boy after him

as the years go by, she and Rita Skeeter develop a sort of frenemies situation (this is actually something I've been thinking of writing about for a long time)

with tpfy @takearisk-ao3 made me fall in love with the idea that Smith would remain an annoying presence in her life

she was arrested at least once while Harry was already Head Auror, it was very embarrassing for the Aurors involved

McGonagall asked her to become Head Girl but she turned it down

she was the first woman to become sports editor for the Daily Prophet (for who doesn't know this: sports journalism is an exetremely sexist field)

I can't imagine Ginny as anything but the coolest of mothers

every young Quidditch player dreams of the stamp of approval from Ginny Potter, if she says a player is going to be great then that player is going to be great, she very much has the power of influencing the players' market with her opinions

in general, I imagine Ginny as eventually a very revolutionary, iconic, and borderline intimidating figure of sports journalism, someone people would aspire to work with and become like (a sort of way less workaholic and good version of Miranda Priestly)

obviously, she published books, but I totally see her publishing also novels and I think that Ginny specifically writing children's novels in her last years would be a very full circle moment seeing that she started the story in love with The Boy Who Lived

I'm kind of into the idea of Ginny eventually starting her own newspaper (with Albus, because I headcanon him as a journalist too)

she is extremely careful in making sure Lily Luna never thinks she can't do something because she is a girl and she makes sure James and Albus never shove her aside

she loves Harry's smile (this is kind of canon, to be honest, fourth book) and she absolutely adores the sound of his laugh

she rescues animals like it's her job, the Potter house is filled with rescues (Harry is always grumpy at first about it, more because he feels like someone should be the reasonable one but secretly it's just one of the many things he loves about her)

the animals obviously have the weirdest names

she kind of likes Slughorn, in the way you like a weird uncle you see once a year

she absolutely can cook, she is the only daughter of Molly Weasley, of course she can cook, she just doesn't like doing it most of the time

even after she stops playing she still keeps doing regular physical exercise

absolutely accidental fashion icon

Ginevra was the name of her half-Italian maternal grandmother who died of a broken heart after Gideon and Fabian's deaths

she passes on to her kids her arts and crafts love, but especially to Teddy

All is well is something she started saying to Harry after he had nightmares, eventually, Harry started doing it with her too, and it sort of became their mantra

she was a bit disturbed by the fact that she would never be able to know if James and Lily would have approved of her, she went alone to their graves the day before her wedding to talk with them

this is substantially canon, but according to JKR, when yew wands (like Ginny's) get buried with their owner, a yew tree is born from the grave and I adore that image (the tree protects Harry's grave too)

I'm pretty sure I could go on for an eternity but let's stop here.

#ginny weasley #ginny potter

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