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proserpina-magnus · 2 years

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soil and dirt part two? where he fucks ‘mad and needy’ reader

As requested, pt 2 ;) , might make a pt.3... maybe.

Soil & Dirt PT.2

Link to Soil & Dirt

Prompt: After Peter leaves you unsatisfied in the greenhouse, you have to wait till lunch to get your reward.

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Content: NSFW, angry & frustrated reader, described femine reader, pussy eating, clit play, bit of crying, cocky & soft Peter cause I said so, bit of dirty talk, revenge ;)

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Lunch was a disaster, your mind a constant battle with the present and past. Your body felt heated, upset, and wounded from Peter’s sinister games. Face red with either flustation or frustration, your fork in a death grip as you puncture a grape.

Lily took notice, and so did Mary but she knew better than to worsen your state so she kept quiet. Lily, however, could not do the same.

“You alright?” She asked, taking a bite out of her sandwich as you pulled on a smile. Your panties drenched with a certain type of lust only your boyfriend could achieve, you nod anyway.

“Yeah of course,” you say, chewing on your fruit as you hear a sweet laugh fill the air, a mix of a deep chuckle and pure amusement. Your eyes look over, seeing Peter’s head leant back as his group of friends raved over some silly joke.

This time, a strawberry was stabbed and the fork scraped forcefully against the bowl. A tad more force and the utensils would have broken, much like your earlier ruined orgasm.

You thought bitterly to yourself, watching him eat his sandwich like he hadn’t just played you for the fool you were. How could he sit there and laugh? Wasn’t your pain enough for him to bow down and become insufferable with grief? You had to look away, a pout on your lips that Peter just noticed as he turned to see you. His smirk widened, seeing your tense shoulders that he would later sink his hands into and wind down your anger with battled pleasure.

You finished your food quickly, organizing your used plates neatly on the table as you got up and walked swiftly past the boys. Peter watched you pass, eyes narrow as you pushed your chin out and didn’t even spare him a single glance. He realized his mistake and sighed, watching your hips taunt before you turned the corner and headed down the hall.

Your steps lead you to the Gryffindor portrait, arms crossed as you lean against the wall and wait for your troubled boyfriend. The longer you wait the more you feel desperate, breath uneven in whispers.

You get excited at the sounds of footsteps, heart racing as you dampen your angry stance and try to look more fluent. But it was only a second year passing by; your eyes closed in irritation, arms folded back over your chest as the young boy took notice and hurried away down the hall.

A few moments pass, Peter's head seen down the stairs as his body later follows until he is standing right before you. You turn your head, not offering a word while waiting for him to open the portrait so you can finally get the ending you deserve.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say m’love is upset,” he starts, you glare and hold back your tongue so you don’t yell at him in front of the paintings. “Open the door Peter,” you say, having to look away from his teasing smile as he steps in front of the singing lady and says the password.

Once it opened you slid under his arm that held the door, walking into the common room, not sparing it a second look before heading straight up the stairs to the boy's dormitory. Peter follows close behind, watching your skirt swish with the movement.

You turned to a corridor, walking through it with quicker steps as you knew what awaited. Anticipation motivated you, hand leapt out and turned the door knob as you opened it and walked into the window-lit room.

Your legs carried you to his bed, falling onto it as Peter shut the door behind you. He kicked off his shoes, watching as you got comfy on your stomach and head tucked into his pillows.

A series of complaints then started, muffled by the fabric and Peter knew he’d have to spend the rest of the afternoon winning you over. He leaned on the bed, knees dipping into the mattress as his hand came to rub your exposed thigh.

“Don’t touch me,” you speak loudly, lifting your head and turning to look at him. He sighs, continues to place his hand on your thigh and gently squeezed the muscle.

“How am I supposed to make you feel better if I can’t touch you?” He asks reasonably, hand travelling quickly as it disappears briefly under your skirt. His fingers just graze your ass before you turn on your back, swatting his hand away with a matching frown. He bites his lip, seeing your daggers for a stare and places his hands on his thighs.

Your eyes look briefly down at your skirt, then to his trousers with a full pout. Peter wasn’t a genius but he knew what that meant, he knew better than to leave your desperate stares unnoticed.

Your stomach fluttered, making it impossible to express your feelings. Frustrated tears welled up behind your lash line, leaking down your cheeks as a sob racked through your body.

“Oh, baby,” Peter's voice whispered softly, his face deepened with concern as he cupped your cheek gently and rubbed away leaking tears with his thumb. “'m sorry, I was being mean wasn’t I?”

“Mh-hm,” you hum, pulling away from his soft hands and hiding your face behind your own shaky ones as you wipe at your tears. They didn’t stop, your chest rising with each sharp inhale as you tried to remain situated. You wanted Peter to know how angry you were but it was coming out in emotional distress.

“I was so close Peter,” you exhale, voice pale from crying as you look at him with culprit-induced eyes. He nods, lips in a frown and you can’t help but find it attractive.

“Let me make it up to you,” he offers, tucking hairs away from your wet cheeks as he pulls them behind your ears. You nod, breathing in slowly as the tears shortly stop. He smiles, lifting your chin and placing a long kiss on your lips. Once you kiss him back a grin replaces his frown, trailing his lips down your jaw and towards your collarbone.

“Did I tell you how pretty you looked in this outfit?” He asks, lifting the loose blouse that was tucked into your skirt. You don’t fall for his kind words, still upset from his earlier antics. “Don’t soften me up, m’angry,” you huff, in which Peter chuckles and unbuttons the shirt swiftly. You let him pull it down your shoulders, leaning up a bit so he can toss it away onto the floor.

“I can tell, that’s okay I’ll fuck you good and you’ll be my sweet girl again hm?” He whispers against your naval, kissing up until your bra hides what he once felt this morning. You sigh, his eyes looking up at you as he unhooks the garment and slides it off your shoulders. “I didn’t hear a no,” he grins, you rolled your eyes and felt his warm lips kiss the valley in between your breasts.

“M’getting the silent treatment?” He asks, breath tickling your goosebump-ridden skin and his fingers massage your aching mounds. His thumb rolled over your nipple, leaving you little time to get used to the feeling before his tongue licked over the perk bud, swirling it gingerly before sucking greedily.

A pretty gasp left your lips, back arching just enough to press yourself against Peter's looming body. You grinned, mind happy with the pleasure as your fingers threaded through his hair and pushed him down your stomach. Peter listened without words, his finger hooking the hem of your skirt and helping you wiggle out of it. He kissed under your navel as he pulled down your soaked panties, tossing them somewhere you won’t be able to find.

“Fuck,” he rasps, fingers running up through your folds and collecting the desperation. Your hips twitch as his finger nicks your clit, hips grounded to try and get closer. He looked up at you, seeing your forced pout. “Made you wait like this?” He asked, a bit proud of himself that he could achieve such a state.

You nod, combing back his messy hair as you pull him closer between your parted thighs. “Yeah, s’mean and rude!” You chanted, upset at the thought as Peter shakes his head.

“Bit mean of me I’ll admit, but the wait makes it feel better,” he promises, his baby blue eyes intimate with your own. You pull away, still furious but your stomach knotted at his gaze. “Oh shut up, m’waited enough,” you mumble and he agrees with you, licking up your slit and blowing teasingly against your swollen clit.

“Oh Peter, fuck,” you whisper, moving your legs so they rest against his shoulders. Your thighs shake, and his tongue continues down your folds, pushing his tongue inside. Your hips melt, fluttering at his touching and you press yourself further into his face. He rubs your clit with his thumb, pressing in with deep circles.

You bit your lip as you leaned your head back against his pillows, throat exposed as you let him toy around. It wouldn’t take long until you were sobbing and releasing all over his face. You hated how he was right, the waiting made it better. So much better.

Cheeks flushed, eyes rolled back inside your skull as gasping moans filled the room. Peter's sounds muffled against your body, possibly enjoying this more than you. His cock was hard, leaking against his boxers. All morning his mind was filled with images of his cock stuffing you, he’d fuck you for hours if he could.

“That’s it! That’s it!” You whined, desperate as your body warmed and a sensation built up quickly. Peter’s thumb never faulted as his tongue still prodded your gushing pussy, suffocating once you trapped his head in between your thighs and lost it once your climax released.

Your thighs are sticky with sweat, gently prying off his head as he pulls back and breathes properly. His eyes are shining, matching his glistening lips as you bring your head back.

“Fuck that was good,” you pant, tits rising with each inhale as your fingers untangle from his blond locks. He nods, sitting up on his knees as he unbuckles his trousers.

“Uh-uh,” you taut, closing your aching thighs and hiss at the friction. He squinted his eyes, letting out a sharp, “what?” as you watch his cock press painfully against the fabric.

“You can wait till after dinner,” you hum in thought, turning around and leaning over the bed to fetch your panties. Peter gets a full view of your swollen goods, his breath hard as he watches you hide the pretty sight behind the fabric.

“Are you kidding me?” He asked, sitting confused on his ruffled bed as you quickly put on your outfit. You just buttoned up your shirt and tucked it into your skirt as you leaned over, kissing him with a giggle. “It’s better if you wait,” you explain with revengeful eyes, quickly slipping out of his room and waving with an innocent smile.

He watched the door close, cheeks flushed with red as he licked over his lips, the sweet taste invading his senses. “Fucking tease,”

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remuslovebot · 11 months

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sirius black being the cockiest mf ever trying to impress his crush and she is not impressed in the slightest to the point he starts getting really shy around her because he no longer knows how to act if his usual bravado doesn't work

but turns out just being his dorky, vulnerable, and still (softer) flirty self works like a charm!!

Sirius would totally the most cocky and immature tactics to get you to go out with him. it would be romantic for sure. im picturing the dance number that heath ledger sings in “10 things i hate about you.”

I hope you enjoy!

𝐂𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐟𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮 | 𝐒.𝐁

summery: after Sirius gives up on his boastful ways of flirting, you turn the other cheek and notice the popular marauder is sweet and dorky on the inside.

warnings: not proof read. one inappropriate joke, but that’s all 🫶🏻

pairing: sirius black x reader

Sirius Black was a charmer. That was for certain. Rumors spread like the plague of his roughish ways. You were not a fan of him, which was unfortunate for you because he was a fan of you. Constantly. Every chance he would get, he would flirt you up in the hallway.

“Hey y/n, what are you doing later?” He would ask you. You replied with, “McGonagall’s transfiguration essay.”

Sirius just smirked and returned with his cocky banter, “That’s a shame, I wish you’d do me instead.” He grinned, James and Peter behind him laughing.

It wasn’t genuine, or at least that’s how you felt. You rolled your eyes and replied with, “You wish, Black. In your dreams.”

You walked away with out seeing or hearing Sirius’ response. It frustrated you to no end that he would joke that way. You wanted to save him the trouble. He was obnoxious and too cocky for your own liking.

You missed when he was sweet and genuine. Not the popular boy that has become a staple at Hogwarts.

Sirius on the other hand, genuinely did want you. But no other tactic had gotten him a date. The rumors were misconstrued and he put on a cocky front. But in reality he was just as shy and dorky as he used to be.

One night after a hogsmeade trip, you were reading in the Gryffindor common room. It was a nice quiet night by the fire place. But all of a sudden, Sirius showed up, sat in an arm chair near you and started playing with wizarding cards.

“Could you keep that down?” You asked him, looking up from your book.

You expected a witty and cocky calculated response, but instead Sirius looked flushed. He ran a hand through this shiny hair and nodded, a little shy.

He gave up on impressing you and being so boastful. What did he have to lose? “Yeah sure, sorry.” He replied.

Sirius’ response continued to surprise you. Where were his annoyingly witty comments and jokes? Why wasn’t he flirting?

“Are you okay?” You asked, now a little confused.

“Yeah I’m fine,” he replied, lookin over at you. In his mind you looked so beautiful sitting by the fire. “Urm—actually I wanted to apologize. For making you so upset. I just think you’re really pretty an all. But I’m taking the hint and I’ll stop.”

He sounded so sweet about it and vulnerable. This was the Sirius you liked. The genuine one.

You smiled softly, “Thank you for the apology Sirius. I appreciate it. But you really think I’m pretty?” You asked.

He nodded, continuing to be sincere in his response. “Yeah, could never take my eyes off you love?” He said. It was straightforward and flirty but absolutely adorable and dorky.

You blushed. Why couldn’t be t he like this all the time?

“I like you like this.” You said, with a small smile. Sirius flushed.

“Y-you-u do?” He asked, a little surprised. This was the first time you’d shown him affection.

“Yeah. I mean when you aren’t being so boastful and cocky around me. I like the genuine you, Sirius.” You said.

With that, he sat up and walked over to the couch. He sat next you and both were facing each other.

“Sooo, I guess what you’re saying is???” He teased. You lightly pushed him and laughed.

“I’m saying if you tried to ask me out in a less boastful way. I would say yes.” You explained, blushing.

Sirius felt like he’d won the jackpot. “Really?! Uh I mean oh that’s cool.” He said, earning another giggle out of you.

“Y/n, will you go out with me?” He asked, sincerely.

You nodded, “Yes Sirius, I will.”

#sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x fem!reader #sirius black headcanon #dating sirius black #james potter #remus lupin #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #all the young dudes #peter pettigrew #anything for our moony #marauders x you #marauders quotes #wolfstar #marauders x reader #sirius black fluff

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that-bitch-kat3 · 19 days

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how i fully believe this conversation went down:

lily: james and i are dating

everyone:

sirius: well honestly james good for you

james: thank-

peter: we had no idea you knew how to successfully brew amortentia

james: i did NOT drug her!!

marlene: do you honestly expect us to think that lily “i would rather kiss the giant squid” evans is willingly going out with you?

lily: people change!

remus: that’s true

lily: thank you remus

remus: sometimes they lower their standards

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4remus · 1 year

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the three genders are literally princess (james), slut (sirius), loser (remus)

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yearning4life · 4 months

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okay marauders hc that because sirius' middle name was “orion” and the boys didn't want to call him that every time they used a different silly middle name like imagine stuff like:

“sirius santa claus black why is there dirt in the carpet?”

or like

“sirius toaster black get back here and give me my shirt”

and slowly it'd get like a game and maybe the girls would get in on it too

#marauders #marauders headcanon #headcanon #the marauders #marauders harry potter #sirius black #wolfstar #remus lupin #james potter #atyd #all the young dudes #peter pettigrew #lily evans #jily #marlene mckinnon #mary macdonald #dorcas meadowes #professor mcgonagall

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diamondri · 29 days

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Sirius Black.

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padfootslads · 11 months

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Sirius: am I being dramatic, yes.

Sirius: is it justified, also yes.

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justsomeinsanehuman · 6 months

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Someone: Whats your favorite Harry Potter ship?

Me: Sirius and Remus.

Them: But theyre dead.

Me: *slapping sound*

Someone else: wait theyre gay!?

Me: did you even read the books

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propussyslayer · 25 days

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opened tiktok and got jumpscared by the canon marauders flashback for a quick second. lord have mercy

#traumatizing #marauders #dead gay wizards #sirius black #james potter #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #lily rose depp #all the young dudes #wolfstar #marauders headcanon #incorrect marauders quotes #marauders era #the marauders #marauders incorrect quotes #harry potter

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regulusblcksgf · 8 months

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i like to think Sirius called Regulus ‘reggie’ in public all the time (and got hexed once) and cheer for him every time he would do something that was minimally against the rules by proudly screaming without restraint

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marymacdonaldspatronus · 1 year

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ok here me out: sirius black, with acrylic nails

they’d be black, and he’d get little stars and moons on them

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lovepadfoot · 15 days

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*12am in the Marauders dorm room*

James: You broke my hand and you didn’t even seem sorry.

Sirius: That broken hand was the best thing that ever happened to you!

James: Don’t call me. Don’t come by my house. We’re done.

Peter: Well maybe we got lost in translation!

Remus: *absolutely dying of laughter*

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remuslovebot · 10 months

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rockstar!remus with clingy and drunk reader pls pls pls 🫶🫶🫶

of course!!! omg I love this idea

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐑.𝐋

summary : at one of the marauders after parties, you have a little too much to drink.

warnings : not proof read, major fluff

paring: remus lupin x fem!reader

Remus had just performed a sold out concert with his fellow band mates — the Marauders. Now, he was at an after party, filled to the brim with groupies, celebrities, music producers, etc. But he only wanted to find you, to take you home and sleep.

He was exhausted and as much as he loved being famous and well known, Remus enjoyed performing and making music more than going to parties.

The sandy haired boy attempted to find you in the crowd, but alas could not. Where did you go? He thought, turning every corner as if it was a labyrinth. With every part of Sirius’ mansion, more people were in his way.

Meanwhile, Marlene, Dorcas, and Alice had taken you after the concert. The girls wanted to get to the after party as soon as possible. Alice had her hopes up to see the new A-list actor, Frank Longbottom. Marlene and Dorcas, already together and in the music industry themselves, promised to introduce the two.

While Alice was chatting up Frank, and Marlene and Dorcas were busy making out in a broom closet, you had gotten bored and missed Remus. So you indulged in a few drinks.

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Stepping outside, the cold night air made Remus smile. Inside the house was hot and sticky. He smiled when he spotted you, a red solo cup in your hand. You were laughing and Remus walked towards you.

“Hey love,” he said, a hand going on the small of your back. You turned to him and smiled drunkenly.

“Remus!” You exclaimed, a crooked smile taking over your face. “I missed you so much! I’ve been looking for you since the concert ended!”

The boy could tell that you’d had a few drinks and we’re definitely not sober.

“I’ve been looking for you too Y/n,” he replied. “Want to head home?” He asked.

“No!” You whined, your head dropping. “Wanna stay and play beer pong!” You smiled.

Remus could never say no to you and especially wouldn’t say no to the cute smile you wore at the moment.

“Alright lovie, one round of beer pong and then I’m taking you home,” he said, compromising.

You nodded, it only being fair. “Oh alright,” you said, standing up and almost losing you balance. But not to worry, Remus was there to catch you in an instant.

“Are you sure you can play beer pong like this?” He asked with a little smirk. You pouted and looked a little annoyed. The crinkle on your forehead—that Remus adored — showed.

“Yes. I can play.” You insisted.

One round of beer pong later, you had sobered up some but not entirely. Remus was by your side the entire game, helping you decide which shots to make. Which James wasn’t very happy about, seeing as competitive he was. Frank and Alice were near the table but not big fans of the game, as they were too busy falling in love. James won the game, winning over a kiss from Lily.

At the end of the game you were beat and still a little drunk. You wanted to go home. As you were leaning against Remus for support, he looked down at you.

“I think we should head home love,” he said, grabbing you by the waist and picking you up into his arms. You nudged your head into his neck. “Alright, Remmy,” you mumbled tiredly.

Once in the car, you passed out. Remus laughed to himself at your drunken state, knowing full well you would be hung over in the morning.

“Come on love, we’re home,” he said, unbuckling your seat belt. You woke up, a bit drowsy and super clingy.

“I’m tried Remmy,” you pouted, leaning into his strong body. He wrapped his arms around you and led you into the house.

“We’re going to get you to bed lovie. Promise,” he said, kissing your forehead.

Once at your bedroom, Remus sat you down on your shared bed and helped you into your sleep clothes. He gave you a glass of water aswell. All the while, you reached out for Remus’ touch.

“Wanna hold you,” you pouted, already in your night clothes. Which consisted of one of Remus’ old sweaters and sleep shorts.

Remus undressed himself and hopped into bed just wearing his boxers. He pulled you to him immediately, waisting no time in holding you.

“Well maybe I wanna hold you?” He teased, kissing your hair.

You turned to him and smiled lazily, sleepiness coming over you. “You did so well tonight Remus. Greatest rockstar ever!” You said, kissing his nose.

Remus wrapped you tighter in his arms and kissed your forehead. “Thanks Y/n, performed for you and only you,” he said, looking at you like you were the only thing that mattered to him.

Because you were.

A/n: hoped you liked this! Don’t forget to reblog and like, love you guys 🥹 also I’m slow with fulfilling requests but please still send them, I will get to them i promise <3

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that-bitch-kat3 · 1 year

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remus: would you rather be pretty or funny

peter: pretty

james: funny

sirius: i don’t think i can choose… good thing i’ll never have to!

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sergeantflick · 4 months

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Here are some of my favourite marauders-coded images, idfk:

#all the young dudes #atyd #james potter #marauders era #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #marauders headcanon #jegulus #peter pettigrew #atyd marauders #harry potter marauders #moony #headcanon #lily evans #fan art

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crowsmischief · 1 month

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happy birthday James Potter, you will always be my favorite and most beloved sunshine boy ☀️🫶🏼

one of the things i love most in the marauders fandom is that all of us perceive them in a unique way so, in honor of his birthday, here's a couple details about how i perceive James with a little context of my own in no specific order:

sunsets and the beach. since he was little his parents would take him every summer to the beach and monty would enroll him for surf lessons. he remembers the sea breeze and his parents slow dancing with the most beautiful orange sky behind them.

tattoos. got his first one matching with sirius, remus and peter when he turned 17. a year later sirius learned to tattoo and ever since, he would get little significant ones all over his arms. he has the words "mamá/papá" (mom/dad) one in each arm inside little hearts.

legos. he specifically likes the star wars sets, one of his favorite hobbies that helps him clear his overthinking mind and calm his anxiety. this is one of the rare activities he actually prefers to do by himself.

mexican culture. he's half mexican, so of course he loves to talk about the culture and traditions he grew up with, one of his favorites is "día de muertos", so every year he makes an "ofrenda" and never waste an opportunity to educate his friends about the history of the ritual. he introduced traditional food, games and music in spanish to his friends and he loves to speak spanglish.

formula 1. never misses a race, no matter what he needs to do to make it happen. he's a ferrari victim. his favorite drivers are sebastian vettel, michael schumacher and lewis hamilton. his favorite circuits are silverstone and monaco.

books. big fan of a good mystery novel, he really enjoys agatha christie. ever since he saw remus' annotations on one of his oscar wilde novels, he wanted to do it too. while remus' were more critical and analytical, james' most of the time looked like a wattpad comment section. he loves it.

baking. he'd do it with effie all the time when he was little and it's one of his most precious memories. she used to say you do it for the people you love the most in this world. so he does. he often shows up with dinosaur shaped cookies, cars movie themed cupcakes or spiderman decorated brownies for his friends and family on random days, because he loves them always.

memory box. he has this box full of little things like souvenirs, gifts and letters from people that have been part of his life. he has the wrapper of the first chocolate frog sirius gifted him, a postcard remus sent from his trip to argentina, a rock peter painted for him and so much more. he is made of memories.

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