#🍂 — the marauders
Text
reckless (j.p.)
Pairing: james x fem!slytherin!reader
Summary: You tend to keep everyone at arm's length, and they are more than happy to stay there. But not James Potter. It seems he's made it his life's mission to make you miserable, but you're usually able to tolerate his petty jabs. That is, until he pushes it too far and uncovers a truth about you. After that, the secrets just keep tumbling out, and James learns that some cuts can't be undone.
Word Count: 5.9k
Warnings: sooorta enemies to lovers, moderate injuries, cringe banter, slight angst, fluff, ending's a bit meh
a/n: I know I said I might post this in December, but I've just now stopped hating it enough to post it lol I'm sorry!
“Y/L/N.”
“Jesus, Potter!” You startled, scowling when your eyes landed upon the laughing Gryffindor.
James smirked as he looked down the length of the fourth-floor corridor, which was completely deserted. “Aw, what’s wrong? Did the floor clear out the second you stepped in?”
“I know you’re a bit dim, so I’ll spell it out for you. I’m not fond of company, and I came here specifically to avoid the likes of you. Do me a favor and kindly piss off,” you spat, turning back to the book in your hands.
James snatched the book away, strutting around as he obnoxiously read the front cover, “The Philosophy of the Mundane.” He paused, arching his eyebrows. “Hang on a minute, what are you doing with a muggle book?”
You felt your face redden in a mix of embarrassment and annoyance as you stared him down. “It’s not a muggle book. It’s a book about muggles.”
“That doesn’t answer my question. Slytherins hate muggle stuff.”
You fought to contain the building frustration within you, knowing James was baiting you. You weren’t going to give in this time.
You got up, walking right up to his chest. “You don’t know as much as you think you do, golden boy.”
The bespectacled boy leaned down, challenging you. “Yeah? What don’t I know?”
You matched his determined glare as you leaned up, your nose barely brushing against his. You allowed your eyes to briefly flick to his lips before meeting his pupils once again.
“I’d tell you,” you breathed, watching as the daring look began to leave his face.
“But then I’d have to kill you.” You smirked, ripping your book out of his now-lax grip.
“Hey—”
“Don’t tempt me, Potter,” you said boredly as you sat back down on the ledge by the window. “I already want to kill you, it’s just a matter of how soon you force my hand.”
He ignored your threat, sitting across from you in the cramped space. “What was that about, Y/N?”
You pouted your lips sarcastically. “Aw, what’s wrong? Never been flirted with before?”
James shook his head in disbelief, “You were flirting with me?”
You looked at him flatly. “No. Now go away.”
“No, wait, you never answered my question. Why are you reading a book about muggles?”
“Why do you always know where I am? Are you stalking me?” you asked accusingly.
James’ flustered expression was quickly replaced with a cocky grin. “I’d tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.”
You groaned, regretting ever trying to engage him at all. You should’ve known James Potter wouldn’t stay rattled for long. “What’s it going to take for you to leave me alone, Potter?”
He clasped his hands behind his head, leaning on the wall behind him. “Tell me what I want to hear.”
“You’re Slughorn’s favorite.”
He snorted. “I don’t care about your stupid club.”
“Stop acting so jealous of everyone in it, then,” you shrugged.
“Come on, Y/L/N, stop deflecting,” James puffed out, “why won’t you tell me?”
You stared at him incredulously. “We’re not friends. I don’t owe you anything. And I especially don’t need to be civil with you, so consider it a favor that I haven’t hexed you yet. Leave while I’m feeling courteous.”
A disbelieving expression sat upon James’ face. “You don’t fool me. You wouldn’t risk detention for anything. Too ambitious for your own good, as your fellow Slytherins say.”
His words stung you in a place you’d tried so hard to never let anyone reach. That familiar rage and shame began to build within you.
Your voice shook as you tried your best to conceal your bubbling emotions. “Shut up, Potter.”
His smirk only grew wider. “So, what is it? Plotting the most effective way to murder muggles once you graduate? Got your Dark Mark already, Y/L/N?”
You gritted your teeth, digging your nails into your palms. “No.”
James clapped his hands in mock excitement. “Oh, don’t tell me you’ve got a soft spot for them now! What did it? Got your eye on a muggle-born, perhaps? No, that can’t be it. The only one you care about is yourself, you’d never care enough to—”
He cut himself off, his mouth hanging open. “Hold on.” The longer he thought about it, the more it made sense. “Are you a muggle-born?”
Fear pulsed through your entire being as James looked upon you in genuine shock. You’d tried so hard to get through school without anyone catching on. You were nearly there—just one year to go and you’d be free from the social hierarchy you’d tried so hard not to play into. Now, everything was ruined because you allowed James to get to you.
Angry, embarrassed tears poured down your cheeks. “You don’t know a thing about me,” you seethed, rushing to gather your belongings.
James’ face dropped as he took in the impact his words had on you. He began to reach for you as you got up. “Y/N, wait, I’m not going to—”
You furiously tore yourself away from him, glaring at him as hard as you could. “I don’t care what you do! Just stay away from me. I mean it.” Your voice quieted as your bottom lip quivered, “You’re a real dickhead, James.”
James was, for once, at a loss for words as he watched your figure storm away.
~
“Oy, Prongs, what’s the matter with you?” Sirius asked, jostling James’ shoulder.
“Huh?”
The long-haired boy frowned. “I asked if you wanted to try that new hex on Snivellus, and you just kept staring out the bloody window. Is Y/N out there or something?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” James asked a little more defensively than he’d intended.
Sirius cocked an eyebrow. “What’s got you so riled up? I just meant you’re always on her case. It’s all you use the map for anymore. Look, I’m all for messing with greensleeves, but she’s a bit of a dull subject. She hardly ever retaliates, and she hasn’t got any friends. Even the other snakes don’t hang around her. Pathetic enough on her own, don’t you think?”
James felt a nagging displeasure in the pit of his stomach. “Knock it off, Sirius.”
It wasn’t often that James felt remorse for his actions, but ever since he’d found you out a week ago, he had trouble feeling anything else. You had looked at him with such fright, as if he was about to attack you. He couldn’t shake the image of your tear-filled face, traces of disappointment evident as you uttered your final words to him. You’d called him worse things before, but you’d never said anything with such hurt and sincerity.
If Sirius responded to him, James didn’t hear it. He haphazardly threw his scarf on as he pushed past his friend. “I need to get some air.”
James briskly walked out of the boys’ dormitories, heading straight for the quidditch field. Maybe he could throw a quaffle around—physical activities usually helped clear his mind. As he made his way past the courtyard, he spotted you slumped beneath the shadow of a tree.
Your knees were curled nearly all the way to your chest, with just enough of a gap left for a book to be propped up against your thighs. James observed that you weren’t really reading it. Your eyes were looking far ahead as you made lazy motions with your wand, absentmindedly growing and shrinking a blade of grass. He took note of the way the other students were seated several meters away from the area you took up.
James ran a hand through his hair, the guilt nibbling away at him once more. This was a new experience for him, one that he wasn’t sure how to deal with. James figured there was nothing a little magic couldn’t fix. He hid himself behind one of the wider columns and stuck his wand out just enough for his spell to hit its intended target.
Your head shot up in confusion as your facial muscles forced their way into a smile. You scanned the courtyard, noticing James’ messy tufts of hair poking out from behind a pillar. Marching your way over there, you tried your best to rearrange your lips into a scowl.
James’ eyes widened as he saw you barreling towards him. Your demented grin was enough to send him running toward his original destination. He knew he was faster than you, but he gravely underestimated your willpower. As he came to a stop just outside the quidditch arena, you crashed into his back, sending the both of you tumbling to the ground.
You used the momentum to pin him down, sitting on his chest as you displayed your unnerving smile over his face. “Potter! Undo this right now!”
James bit back a chuckle as he fished for his wand. “Sorry, Y/L/N, didn’t think it’d turn out so psychotic.” He lightly tapped the corner of your mouth, sending relief throughout your face as you regained control of it.
You rubbed at your jaw, frowning down at him. “What the hell were you thinking?”
“I don’t know, I thought you could use a little cheer. You were looking miserable out there.”
“Yeah,” you muttered, “I wonder why. Look, will you stop torturing me and just get it over with?”
“What are you on about?” James furrowed his eyebrows, eyes darting to where your body met his. “You want me to kiss you or something?”
“No, you daft pig!” You reeled, hastily scurrying off of him. “I meant you should stop dangling my fate in front of me and just expose me to everyone already.”
He pushed himself up on his elbows. “What? Is that what you thought I was going to do?”
“Yes? Why else would you have been avoiding me all week? You’re taunting me, and you know what? It’s working. So just take your win.”
James cringed a little as he uttered his next words. “I was avoiding you because I felt bad. You looked so freaked out when I asked if you were a muggle-born. I was never going to tell anyone.”
You stood up, taking a few cautious steps away from him. “Don’t play games with me, Potter.”
“Blimey, Y/L/N, you really do have trust issues.”
“Forgive me if I’m hesitant to believe the boy that planted dungbombs in my bag for a whole term.”
James sighed, tugging at his curls. “Fine, don’t believe me. You’ll feel real stupid when you realize I was telling the truth.”
You narrowed your eyes at him. “I already feel stupid giving you a chance.”
“It’s a natural urge.” The boy shrugged, getting up and dusting off his pants. “Want to fly around?”
“What? Hey—” James grabbed your forearm, pulling you into the quidditch arena. “Potter, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
He picked out two broomsticks, throwing one at you. “Making you trust me.”
~
“JAMES POTTER, I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!”
James snickered, paying no mind to your horrified expression cast towards the ground, which was now about fifty meters below you. You had been hesitant to get on the broom in the first place—flying wasn’t really your forte—but James promised he only wanted to show you the goalposts up close. To your horror, the second you reached them, he knotted your brooms together and rocketed up into the open air.
His cackles rang in your ears, as did the growing wind. Your hands tightened around the broomstick’s handle, knuckles paling along with your face. After the initial adrenaline rush, you had been rendered silent by the overwhelming fear of plummeting to the ground.
As James got the last few laughs out of his system, he looked over to see your petrified face still staring downward. “Uh, earth to Y/L/N?”
You didn’t respond, eyes glued to the barely-visible field below you.
James’ eyes flitted towards your hands, shaking with the force with which you were gripping your broomstick. Again, he was hit with that annoying sense of guilt that had been plaguing him since your last encounter. He wished desperately for that feeling to go away.
He hesitantly placed a hand on your broomstick, causing your head to snap up towards him. He was struck a little by the intensity of your gaze—not hateful or upset, but pleading.
James offered you a clunky smile, quietly saying, “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”
Although your grip relaxed ever so slightly, you still didn’t respond.
James frowned, that horrible feeling intensifying. “I’m sorry I lied. I really thought you’d like it up here.” He paused. “I should probably stop assuming things about you, huh?”
You gave him a small nod, slightly perturbed at the strange gentleness in his voice. “Yeah. You should.”
To say James was acting unusual would be an understatement. Since when did he care whether you were comfortable? You looked from his hold on your broomstick to the lines between his eyebrows. Something was definitely off.
“Do you want me to get us back down?”
Your face contorted in surprise and confusion. “Really?”
James gave a small, breathy laugh, shifting his eyes away from you. “Don’t look at me like that, Y/L/N. I’d really like for you to trust me.”
You weren’t sure if it was the high altitude or the new shyness in James’ voice, but you were beginning to feel dizzy.
You blinked at him. “Why?”
“I don’t know,” James tugged at his hair, gaze still averted. “Lately, I’ve been feeling like I’ve been an ass to you. I know you don’t think I’m capable of it, but I am trying to be a better person. And that includes not making your day harder than it needs to be.”
You considered this. “So…I’m some obstacle to tackle in your quest to be all self-righteous?”
“What? No, that’s not at all what I’m saying. Y/N, I sincerely want us to be on good terms.”
You narrowed your eyes, reminded of your conversation the week before. “Is this some hero complex thing? Befriend the lonely Slytherin mudblood so you can look big in front of all your friends?”
James was hit with unexpected hurt. Though he figured he deserved it, he hadn’t realized just how deep his actions had affected you before. The overwhelming shame he felt was only eclipsed by his intense desire to reassure you that he didn’t think so lowly of you. That you didn’t deserve to have anyone make you feel that way. That your pained expression made him want to do all he could to stop you from feeling that way again.
“Y/N, please,” his voice strained, “you have to know that’s not how I see you. I—I’m sorry that I’ve messed up so many times and so badly that you may never believe a word out of my mouth, but—” James stopped himself. But what?
The second you saw James’ face crumble, you knew you were wrong to accuse him of using you.
You waited expectantly for him to go on, trying to control the thoughts threatening to overtake you. You weren’t sure there was anything he could say that would get you to let your guard down. You were determined not to let him weaponize your vulnerability again.
Then again, you’d never see him so distraught. So desperate for you to understand. The soft voice, the wounded expression—you couldn’t tell if it was a performance. Either way, it affected you in a way that you didn’t like one bit.
James took another glance at your stony expression, and any hope he’d had that he could fix things with you died within him.
He hung his head, quietly uttering, “Nevermind. I’m sorry. I’ll take you back down.”
As James guided your broomsticks towards the ground, you felt an odd sense of disappointment. While you were confident it was pointless to hear him out, a small part of you was curious to hear what he had to say.
An even smaller part of you wished your moment in the air wouldn’t end so quickly.
Maybe he was telling the truth. Maybe he really did want to be friends.
Your head spun at the thought. Not because it was so outlandish—truthfully, you occasionally did enjoy the banter you had. Perhaps your unease was because the thought of you being proper friends was…disappointing.
You’d been feeling disappointed often lately, but never in this way.
Although body was turned away from him, his face flashed into your mind.
You’re okay. I’ve got you.
You flushed recalling his soft-spoken words when he made a genuine effort to comfort you.
Dread filled you. Could you actually have feelings for—
“Mr. Potter! Ms. Y/L/N! Detention!”
~
The air was tight with tension as you navigated the darkness of the Forbidden Forest. While you were unnerved by the mysterious echoes bouncing off of the looming trees and shadows that seemed to move every time you looked, you were more bothered by the frost that had formed between you and James.
Madam Hooch stopped abruptly, clapping her hands together. “Right! We’ll settle here, then. This is where I saw a few rogue broomsticks crash the other day. I want the two of you to find all three.”
You eyed the seemingly desolate patch of dead leaves and mossy boulders around you, nervously biting your lip.
James took notice of your stilted demeanor, hating that he’d subjected you to yet another awful experience.
He cleared his throat, speaking up, “Madam Hooch, I think it’d be much more sensible to have us search when the sun’s out, don’t you think? Besides, I’ve got a quidditch match tomorrow and I know you hate to see unrested players on the field.”
The flying instructor didn’t budge. “You should’ve considered that before using school-owned broomsticks and flying around the quidditch arena without permission. I’m surprised you don’t think yourself capable of this simple task, Mr. Potter. As a show of trust, I’ll be waiting just outside the forest. Shoot off a signal if anything happens.”
With that, she took off towards the castle, leaving you with two lanterns and a frustrated James.
He tugged at his hair, kicking at the ground. “I’m sorry, Y/N. Again.”
Your eyebrows knit together as you watched his shoulders hunch. With the way he tried to bargain with Hooch, you thought he’d returned to his usual cockiness. But here he was, avoiding your gaze again.
You shook off your thoughts, picking up a lantern. “Nevermind that. Let’s just find those broomsticks and get out of here.”
James quietly obeyed, walking behind you as you led the way deeper into the forest.
As the minutes went on, the silence between you was making you jumpier than the ominous howls that seemed to follow you.
Why isn’t he saying anything?
You snuck a look back at James, who was still walking with his head down.
This is ridiculous. You hate his stupid, squeaky voice. His unintelligent remarks. His insensitive insults. You hate him.
But right then, you hated the quiet even more.
You stopped. “Um, Potter?”
James nearly ran into you, looking up at the last second. “Shit, sorry. Did you find a broomstick?”
“No, just…are you alright?”
Your question took James by surprise, and he found himself smiling idiotically at you for the hundredth time that day. “I’m alright, thanks.”
You nodded, resuming your trek. “You were being real quiet. Thought you had died or something.”
He chuckled, falling into step beside you. “I assure you I wouldn’t go quietly. You’d know if I was dying.”
“Good,” you teased, “because I’d hate to miss it.”
James lightly bumped your shoulder, small smiles on both your faces.
You weren’t sure if you were ready to let him in just yet, but you were certain you were enjoying whatever this was. You figured this was as good a time as any to get some answers.
“Hey, James? Why do you hate Slytherins?”
He frowned, shrugging. “I don’t. I just pick on Snape because he’s such a dick to muggle-borns.”
Your eyes widened. “But he’s always been cordial with me.”
James scowled. “Because he doesn’t know you’re a muggle-born.” Noticing the discomfort on your face, his voice softened, “He’ll never find out as long as we’re at Hogwarts. I swear.”
You stared into James’ hazel eyes, finding nothing but sincerity behind them. His gaze bore into you, communicating far more than his restrained words allowed him to. It was like a vice that you didn’t want to be released from.
“Thank you,” you breathed, forcing yourself to look at the path ahead.
James tilted his head, keeping pace with you. “You’re not going to ask why I picked on you too?”
You chuckled humorlessly, “It doesn’t take a genius to figure that one out. We’re in rival houses and I’m an easy target. It’s not like you were the first.”
“What? No, hold on—”
You sucked in a sharp breath as James lightly grabbed your shoulders, turning you towards him.
“Y/N, that is not why I picked on you.” He tugged at his dark locks. “I mean, maybe at first. Sirius and I kind of went off on any Slytherin we could mess with during first and second year. It was dumb and I regret that immensely.”
James squeezed your shoulders, taking a small step forward. “But I continued to seek you out for…other reasons. Reasons that I don’t think I was even aware of until last week. When I was a complete dickhead. When I thought I’d done irreparable damage—that put a lot of things in perspective.”
Your heart pounded harshly in your chest. His words and the heat radiating off of him were making it hard to think. “James, you don’t mean…”
James took another step closer to you, forcing you to look up to see his face, which was now hovering just inches above yours.
His voice dropped to a whisper, “I think I do. Y/N, I—”
A loud growl interrupted James.
You both turned to see a large, gray wolf baring its teeth at you just a few meters away.
Your breath caught in your throat. You’d never seen a wolf that size before, at least not in the muggle world. It was easily two meters tall, with bulky muscles beneath every inch of matted fur.
While you struggled to react, James quickly pushed you behind him, shielding you as best as he could behind his larger frame.
“Y/N, signal Madam Hooch,” he commanded, though his voice was still low and tender.
You scrambled to shoot off a burst of light from your wand, which traveled up into the sky and towards the castle.
“Good, now listen to me,” he whispered, “I’m going to distract it while you run as fast as you can back to the castle, okay?”
“What? James, there’s no way you can outrun that thing—”
“Please,” he begged, looking into your eyes. “You might see me do something odd, but I don’t want you to stick around to question it. You need to run the second I tell you to. The second. Understand?”
His authoritative tone left you speechless, only able to nod.
“Okay,” he took a long inhale, “three…two…one…run!”
You took off as quickly as your feet could take you, but you were able to glimpse the scene you were fleeing long enough to see what James was talking about.
Standing in the spot where James had been was a large, brown stag.
Your pace slowed for just a second as it dawned on you.
He was an animagus.
You didn’t have much time to process this new information, desperately running in the direction you came. Whatever his plan was, James wasn’t going to hold his own against a giant wolf for long. You needed to get Madam Hooch before it was too late.
Your lungs burned as you blazed through muddy ground and jumped over fallen branches, your only thought being James. If something did happen to him, you didn’t know what you’d do.
You couldn’t lose him. You wouldn’t.
Just as the edges of the Forbidden Forest came into view, so did Madam Hooch. You frantically led her towards the spot where you’d left James, panting as you explained how the wolf had appeared.
As you arrived back at the scene, you saw the animal readying itself to swipe at the stag it had pinned to the ground.
“Y/N, you find James and bring him here. I’ll drive the wolf away,” Madam Hooch instructed, chasing the creature away from the clearing with a powerful spell.
The moment they disappeared from view, you rushed to the stag. In mere seconds, it transformed back into the Gryffindor boy, but something was horribly wrong.
You gasped, dropping to your knees as you looked over the cuts and bruises littering James’ body. A cut on his temple trailed blood down his face, and the area around one of his eyes was purple. Your breathing quickened as you saw the extent of his injuries, the worst being two deep gashes across his chest. “James. Oh my god.”
He gave you a pained chuckle, voice hoarse. “Surprise. Sorry for lying to you again.”
Tears pricked your eyes. “That’s—that’s not funny. James, we’ve got to go.”
He groaned as he attempted to push himself up, his arms immediately giving out the second his back was off the ground. You slid yourself under him, allowing his head to fall into your lap instead of the forest floor.
James winced through a smile. “Jeez, Y/L/N, if I knew this was all it took to get you close to me, I would’ve gotten hurt much sooner.”
Your mind was fractured, overwhelmed and unable to form a coherent thought. “What?”
“C’mon, love,” he coughed, spitting out blood. “You must know I like you by now. Or do I need to go fight off another wolf?”
The hopeful look on his face was like a knife in your gut, and it was enough for you to burst into tears.
“James, I—you didn’t have to do that! God, I never should’ve left you,” you cried, bringing a shaking hand up to stroke his cheek. Your other hand entangled itself with his, squeezing hard. “I’m so sorry.”
James grinned, leaning into your touch. “Don’t be. What matters is you came back for me.”
“Did you think I would leave you here, you git?” you half-laughed, half-sobbed.
“Nah, like you said,” he took a labored breath, his voice cracking, “you’d hate to miss me dying, right?”
You shook your head, tears spilling out even faster. “No. No, that’s not going to happen. I’ll kill you if you die on me now, Potter. Just focus on your breathing, James, please.”
He squeezed his eyes shut, letting out another low moan of pain. “I’m trying.”
Your grip on him tightened. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”
Just then, Madam Hooch returned and immediately levitated James’ nearly-limp form, hurrying the both of you back to the castle. You were numb the whole jog back, only able to stare ahead as Madam Pomfrey tended to him.
“What was that boy thinking, trying to fight off a wolf?” Madam Hooch tutted, shaking her head. “He’s a brave one, but I’m glad you had the sense to run, Ms. Y/L/N. Consider yourselves exempt from further punishment. But don’t let me catch you on the field unauthorized again.”
With a pat on the shoulder, she left the hospital wing.
As you zoned out, you were interrupted by a commotion.
“Mr. Potter, settle down!”
“No, where is she?! Y/N!” James shouted, limbs flailing as he attempted to launch himself off the bed.
You quickly made your way over to him, watching as he stopped fighting and sank back into the mattress. “James, I’m right here. I’m okay.”
He sighed, reaching for your hand. You entwined your fingers once more as you slid onto the small chair by the bed.
“Sorry,” he muttered, turning to Madam Pomfrey, “can she please stay? I might throw another tantrum otherwise.”
“You children will be the death of me.” She frowned, finishing up with his now-bandaged chest. “Don’t get any funny ideas or I’ll throw you both out.”
You turned back to James as she walked back to her desk. His face was considerably less pale, but one of his eyes was still nearly swollen shut. You could feel yourself beginning to tear up again as everything hit you all at once.
James frowned, squeezing your hand. “Can I get through one day without making you upset?”
You shook your head. “No. I don’t think that’s ever going to happen. How do you feel?”
“Awful. The girl I like doesn’t like me back,” he joked, though his delivery faltered.
You looked at him as though he’d grown another head. “First off, that’s not what I meant. Second, you’re an idiot if you think I’m sat here crying over you and holding your hand because I pity you.”
“Well, I’m sorry, but I can’t trust my instincts at all with you. You’ve made me feel so many nasty emotions this past week.” He began counting them off his fingers. “Guilty for disappointing you, ashamed for hurting you, and insecure for liking you.”
You giggled. “Good. You deserve to be as conflicted as I’ve been.”
“What did you have to be conflicted about?”
“I thought I hated you. No, I definitely hated you while I thought you were going to tell everyone I was a muggle-born.” You smiled. “But you didn’t. And then you were nice to me. Granted, your idea of ‘nice’ could use some work, but still. When we were up on those broomsticks, I started to wish there wasn’t so much animosity between us. And then in the forest, I realized I liked having you around. A lot. And then when the wolf attacked—I just knew I couldn’t lose you yet.”
James was smiling so hard, his lip was beginning to split open again. “Fuck, Y/L/N, either I’m about to pass out or you’re making me swoon.”
You shoved his shoulder. “Not funny. I don’t know how you can joke like that when you literally almost died.”
James chuckled, reaching a hand up to cup your cheek. “I don’t know how much longer I can sit here waiting for the girl I fancy to tell me she likes me too.”
You rolled your eyes. “Back up, Potter. I think I have the right to grill you first.”
“About what?”
“You’re kidding, right? You’re an animagus!”
James cringed, averting his eyes. “Yeah, I was hoping you’d forget about that by now.”
“Because you’re unregistered?”
He shot you a look. “What do you think?”
“You could end up in Azkaban for that!”
“I’m far too skilled at getting away with things.”
“Clearly,” you said, thinking back to all the times he successfully sweet-talked professors into getting out of trouble. “How’d you learn to transform?”
“A lot of trial and error. Took me a couple years.”
“How long have you been able to do it?”
“Since fifth year.”
Your mouth hung open. “That’s…kind of incredible. Hold on, are all of you animagi? You, Remus, Sirius, and Peter?”
James hesitated. “It’s not my place to say.”
“Right. Okay, do you have any other wild secrets I should know about?”
A smile crept onto his face. “Maybe. But I can’t possibly tell you everything right this moment. Gotta keep things interesting.”
Your brows furrowed. “Fine. As long as none of these other secrets get you killed.”
James’ thumb grazed the back of your hand. “The agony of waiting for you to tell me how you feel will kill me far sooner than any of my secrets, Y/L/N.”
You sighed. “Honestly, James, could you be any more melodramatic?”
“My melodrama is what kept us alive. Who else would be stupid enough to fight a wolf to save a damsel in distress?”
“Well, I’m not about to argue that you’re not stupid.” In spite of your light tone, the heaviness in the pit of your stomach remained.
James was right. If he hadn’t thrown himself at the wolf, you never would’ve come away from the encounter unharmed. His inflated ego definitely contributed to that decision, but it was a selfless act nonetheless. One he’d done for your sake.
You scanned his battered face, his relentless optimism shining through his features. You used to think this expression was a smug display, a symptom of his belief that he’d come out on top in any situation. But now, his wide eyes and faint smile held no sense of self-assuredness. Rather, they were brimming with tentative hope.
You cleared your throat, wiping the remaining tear tracks from your face. “Let’s get a few things straight. First of all, I am not a damsel in distress. I am perfectly capable of handling myself under normal circumstances. The only reason you had to step in today was because I do not normally get myself into such ridiculous predicaments. You got us into this because of your recklessness. Can we agree on that?”
James nodded. “Definitely an accurate assessment.”
“Right. Which brings me to my next point.” A breath. “Obviously, I care for you too. And I really would like to give us a chance, but,” your voice softened, “you’re reckless with a lot more than just hexes and broomsticks, James.”
James’ smile faltered, the implication of your words clear. He sat up, shifting towards you. “You’re right. I thought our exchanges were all in good fun, but I realize what were jokes to me were deeply hurtful attacks to you. I didn’t mean for them to be, which just goes to show how ignorant I can be. I know I can’t take it all back, but I am sorry for all the harm I’ve inflicted on you.”
His hazel eyes searched yours for a brief moment before he gingerly took your face in his hands. “But if you’ll allow it, I will try my hardest to make it up to you. I want to be someone you can trust not to break your heart.” You shivered as his thumb ghosted over your cheek. “I’ve never been trusted with anything precious, but I’d like to be worthy of you.”
You were rendered speechless at his earnest declaration. So, instead of replying, you closed the small distance between your lips. James instantly reciprocated, his hands squeezing your waist as he deepened your kiss. Your own hands tangled in his hair, tugging as he lightly nipped you.
You pulled away, slightly dazed. “What are we doing? We’re in the hospital wing!”
“I’m sorry, love. I meant what I said, but I’ve got to keep some of the mischief in my life.” You let out a small shriek as he suddenly pulled you onto his lap. His lips brushed against your ear, “You’re quite the temptation, Y/L/N.”
You were certain your face was beet red, but you couldn’t help the breathy giggle that escaped you. “You are a piece of work, Potter.”
He planted a kiss on your temple, sturdy arms secured around you. “I know.”
Another irritatingly cheeky smile was plastered across his face.
But for the first time, you were looking forward to being the reason for that smile.
#james x reader#james x you#james x y/n#james potter x reader#james potter x you#james potter x y/n#james potter#sirius black#remus lupin#marauders#marauders era#hogwarts#harry potter#reckless 🍂
572 notes
·
View notes
Text
break time
james potter x reader
→ 680 words
→ james sneaks you down to the kitchens so that you'll take a break from studying
“james what are you doing?” you ask him, exhaustion and irritation in your voice. the common room was empty, most students retiring to bed, but here you were hunched over your books, cramming for the potions exam tomorrow. you thought, at first, that the books moving on the bookshelf were the result of tired hallucinations, but then you remembered that your boyfriend is the owner of an invisibility cloak.
he pulls the cloak off and looks at you with an expression of playful shock, “how did you know it was me, y/n! that one usually works on people,” he pouted.
“because i know you too well, your pranks don’t work on me,” you rolled your eyes. james took in your disheveled hair and tired eyes. you had been at that desk all night, and james would not let this continue any longer. he walked up behind you, resting his hands on your shoulders and beginning to soothingly massage them.
“you need a break and a snack,” when you looked behind you, you saw a devious glint in james’s eyes.
“what?”
he just motioned to the invisibility cloak as an answer to your question. you groaned, “not right now, james. this is important.”
“so is your well-being, c’mon, you’ll be able to focus better after!”
he was right, your focus was starting to leave you, and a snack would be nice. and the way james was looking at you was the cherry on top. “fine, but let’s make it quick, potter.” you stood up and joined james as he placed the cloak over the two of you, covering you as you slipped out of the gryffindor common room.
james led you down to the question, you just had to make sure that he stayed quiet, when you were next to him he wanted to talk a mile a minute. once in the kitchens, james greeted the house elves warmly and asked if there was any food the two of you could have, he even took the time to explain that you were so tired and so hungry.
a house elf brought over two chocolate eclairs for you and james. the two of you accepted them, thanked the house elves, and hoisted yourselves on the vast counters to eat.
“you have something there,” james leaned over and wiped the chocolate from your lips, his calloused finger on the soft skin giving you goosebumps up and down your arm.
“thanks,” you smiled at your boyfriend, “and thanks for bringing me down here. you were right, i probably did need a break.”
“you know i’d do anything for you. i don’t like seeing my girl upset,” he slid closer to you, you could feel the warmth of his body as it came into contact with yours. he held your gaze for a moment and then leaned in to kiss you, which you happily returned.
after pulling his lips away from yours, he hopped off the counter and help his hand out to help you down as well. “c’mon, let’s get you back.”
“ok,” you took his hand and slid back. you bid goodbye to the house elves and then let james cover you two once again with the cloak.
you sighed when the portrait swung open and the desk you had just spent the greater portion of your night at came into view. sitting back down and studying seemed like the hardest thing in the world to do, and it was getting so late. james seemed to notice your hesitation, “why don’t we go to bed?”
you turned to him, “but-”
“no buts! you are going to do amazing tomorrow, you have been studying for so long and you’re the smartest person that i know.”
you looked at the desk and then back at james. you saw the genuine concern in his eyes, he didn’t want you to burn yourself out, and you could use the rest before potions in the morning. “ok, fine,” you finally conceded.
“thank you, love,” he stole another kiss from you before leading you up to the dorms.
#🦌 — james potter#🍂 — the marauders#james potter x reader#james potter#harry potter#hp marauders#the marauders#the marauders x reader
84 notes
·
View notes
Text
"How come she married him?" Harry asked miserably. "She hated him!"
"Nah, she didn't," said Sirius.
"She started going out with him in seventh year," said Lupin.
"Once James had deflated his head a bit," said Sirius.
"And stopped hexing people for the fun of it," said Lupin.
—Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
307 notes
·
View notes
Text
Finished fics ੈ✩‧₊˚
Authors favourite: 🌷
Smut: 🍓
Fluff: 🌞
Angst: 🌛
Fem reader: ✨
Male reader: 🪽
Fandoms I no longer write for: 🍂
Warning: please check my request terms before requesting as I no longer write for some fandoms, and I no longer write male reader fics, any previous requests you have sent may be slow to release!
Masterlist
༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶
Lockwood and co:
Marmalade and mischievous mornings🌞🌷✨
Thin walls 🍓🌞✨
Titanic:
Jack dawson x reader🌞✨🍓🌷
Bbc Merlin:
Merlin x reader 🍓🌞✨
Merlin x reader 🍓🌞✨
Morgana x reader 🍓🌞✨
Morgana x Merlins sibling reader pt 1 🌛🌞✨
Pt 2 🌛✨
Just hold me 🌛🌞✨🌷
Teen wolf:
Stiles stilinski:
Movie night 🌞🌛✨
Scott McCall:
Movie night 🌞🌛✨
Wednesday:
The albatross 🌛✨🌷
My babysitters a vampire:
Ethan Morgan x male reader 🌛🌞🪽
Narnia:
Narnia headcanons 🌞🌛🪽
ೃ⁀➷ fics/fandoms I don’t write for anymore ⁀➷
Xo kitty:
Do you see right through me 🌞🌛🌷✨
Outer banks:
Distraction 🌛✨
The middle:🍂
Axl heck x reader 🌞✨
Love and monsters: 🍂
Joel dawson x reader 🌛🌞✨
Supernatural:🍂
The green necklace 🌛🌞✨
Tfw x reader 🌛🌞✨
Fear street: 🍂
Sacrifice Simon kalivoda x reader 🌛✨
Marauders: 🍂
James potter x reader
Nothing is as clear as the clarity of death 🌛✨
#lockwood and co#anthony lockwood#anthony lockwood x reader#x reader#masterlist#lockwood and co smut#teen wolf x reader#teen wolf#stiles stilinski x reader smut#mbsav fanfiction#mbsav x reader#Ethan Morgan x reader#narnia x reader#peter pevensie x reader#edmund pevensie x reader#supernatural x reader#titanic x reader#Jack dawson#Jack dawson x reader#xo kitty x reader#kitty covey x reader#morgana pendragon x reader#bbc merlin x reader#bbc Merlin smut#morgana pendragon smut#merlin x reader#marauders x reader#James potter x reader#marauders#Harry Potter
242 notes
·
View notes
Text
marauderstober!!!!
you can do oneshots, headcanons, art, anything really! if you do it please tag #marauderstober and tag your marauders mutuals!
🧡🎃🍄🍁🍂
@jaylienpotter - thank you for the help!!
everyone else i dont really know yall but we're mutuals so i assume you like the marauders! feel free to ignore, sorry lol
@rinooswazhere
@johnwolflockstar
@that-bitch-kat3
@lesbianmckinnonn
@drowningmyselfinthelake
@my-castles-crumbling
@my-beloved-fandoms
@queenofslytherin889
@c-runchygrape
#marauderstober#marauders era#the marauders#the marauders fandom#the marauders era#dead gay wizards#james potter#sirius black#remus lupin#peter pettigrew#lily evans#mary macdonald#marlene mckinnon#dorcas meadowes#regulus black#barty crouch jr#evan rosier#pandora rosier#benjy fenwick#the valkyries#valkyries#the slytherin skittles#slytherin skittles#jegulus#jily#dorlene#wolfstar#rosekiller#marylily#jegulily
125 notes
·
View notes
Text
autumn starting is putting me in a marauder mood apparently 🍂
#art#fanart#harry potter#harry potter fanart#the prisoner of azkaban#remus lupin#sirius black#moony#padfoot#wolfstar#remus x sirius#cute#wizarding world#dogs are hard to draw#the author-who-must-not-be-named kinda put me off this series for a while honestly#but I’m starting to separate the art from the artist a bit more now#obviously still don’t support her though ofc
39 notes
·
View notes
Text
wolfstar autumn(ish) fic rec list 🐾🍂
*: i tried but not quite
gorgeous bingo created by @moonwalker94 for hpfc!
1 - JUMPER - An Enigma Wrapped in a Jumper by @squidgilator (5k, G) - mwpp-era fluffity fluff, featuring my FAVORITE pining idiot sirius:
He was an inscrutable enigma, Remus was. An enigma wrapped in a mystery wrapped in a puzzle wrapped in a jumper.
"Not that much of a mystery," muttered Remus, and Sirius wondered how many of his last few thoughts he'd said aloud.
"Just the bit about being an enigma wrapped in a mystery wrapped in a—something— wrapped in a jumper," said Remus, curiously. "Why?"
"Er," said Sirius, and vowed to keep his thoughts inside his head from now on. "No reason."
bonus rec: The Sweater Bet by Deya (6k, T). silly (extended) marauders shenanigans: why is your boyfriend wearing a sweater at the beach and how do you get him to take it off??
-🍁-
2 - STORM - The Weather Inside by earlybloomingparentheses (43k, E)
The bright beam of sunshine that spilled into the compartment on the Hogwarts Express at the start of first year just as Sirius stepped through the sliding door (…) an accident of timing. The freak snowstorm the day after the Incident, when Remus was curled gut-punched on the floor of the Shrieking Shack (…) a trick of air currents and cold fronts. And now, Sirius at the window of his and James’ flat, the storm outside roaring and Sirius turned to face the rain lashing the pane, dressed in black and looking from this angle like a Sturm and Drang painting, all heroic isolation and inner turmoil—why think anything of it?
bonus rec: How to Suffer a Storm by gayagape (11.6k, T), lighthouse au from the 2016 r/s games.
-🍁-
3 - BIKE RIDE - This Is Not Your Year by montparnasse (17k, E). first war angst and pining, montparnasse - that’s it that’s the rec. so many quotes i wanted to pull.
“Holding onto your favorite bits?”
“Remember there’s ice on the roads. Also we’re possibly being hunted.”
“I’ll go slow.”
“You’re so sweet,” said Remus, “always with all my extremities and orifices in mind.” On the seat he pressed very close to Sirius, hips first, the way he always did.
“It’d be nice if someone around here ever thought of mine.”
bonus rec: There Is a Light That Never Goes Out by @wanderingbandurria (2.6k, T). a summer road trip (coughahem getaway car whomst?) leads to the Realization of Feelings.
-🍁-
4 - FIRESIDE CHATTER - Goetia by @biremus and @kember-writes (44k, T). regency au, monster/horror au, Not Your Everyday fireside chat 👀 (also, some incredible art!)
The red coals in the fireplace provided just enough illumination for Sirius to watch as Dorcas lifted the silver bell in her hand, and rang it once. “Lord of Hell, we call you forth.”
bonus rec: Your Little Head by @paulamcg (1k, G) for, appropriately, r/s fireside tales. such a fascinating outsider pov wolfstar. no fireside warmth to be found here 😈🔥
-🍁-
5 - BAKING - The Great Biscuit Calamity of 1978, and Other Such Disasters by @lunapwrites (8k, T). also hinny. post-second war, our favorite disasters being properly domestic.
"How did you even manage that, anyway? Like, I'm equal parts horrified and impressed, I am."
"I was only trying to open the bag--"
"With what? An Exploding Charm?"
bonus rec: A First Taste by LuminousGloom (3.8k, T) - a fluffy mwpp-era cooking at hogwarts!
-🍁-
6 - STAR GAZING - this ficlet for meee by @tahtahfornow, for the tumblr prompt game things you said under the stars and in the grass. your writing your writing 😍😍🥰🥰 (also thank you for putting this on ao3 and not making me have to ritually sacrifice something to tumblr search)
Damp grass scratches against the napes of their necks, presses into the backs of their Oxfords; the star-soaked night sky blankets them like a soft flannel. The moon is waning, a fat yellow grin pasted above them, and Remus thinks maybe, wildly, that for once it is not mocking him, that its smile is true, that tonight—just tonight—it is on his side.
bonus rec: star talking, atop the astronomy tower. The things that lurk in the dark by TheDivineComedian (4.7k, T). one of my absolute favorite mwpp era, incredible marauders characterizations and character-insights in a slice-of-life.
-🍁-
7 - HOT CHOCOLATE - Tight Spaces by @krethes (3.2k, T) - mwpp-era remus-trauma / remus’ werewolf childhood. lots of hurt but tons of lovely comfort after, and delightful marauders friendship.
Instead, he was jostled in a bone-crushing hug, sloshing hot-but-not-scalding cocoa on the blanket in the suddenness. Sirius buried his head into his shoulder and held him so tightly Remus thought he might snap in half.
Remus's cheeks were wet and, embarrassed, he realized he was crying. He hadn't expected such a response from Sirius, who was usually joking or brooding, never something so gentle, so sincere.
bonus recs: naturally - Did You Miss Me? (600k, E) by @krethes and @fantismal, and Power the Dark Lord Knows Not (300k, E) by @fantismal and Jormandugr (nearly perfect chapter timing, too, hahaha)
-🍁-
8 - APPLE PICKING - As Red As Hearts And Autumn by Rosie_Rues (47k, G), mwpp sixth year. sooo i went a bit out-of-season with some of these recs, but this fic is as autumn as it gets —
“Excuse me,” Sirius says, too loudly. “Why isn’t anyone paying attention to me?���
“The central refrain of Sirius Black’s life,” Remus murmurs and finds himself being tackled by a large, black dog, intent on washing his face. He struggles and yelps but none of the others, traitors all, come to his rescue.
Sirius changes back but stays sitting on Remus, twisting round to say, “Your apples are useless.”
Peter snorts and opens his mouth and a barrage of apple cores hits him before he can speak.
bonus rec: Flesh in the fruit by @girl-with-goats (2.3k, M). not apples but peaches, and not peaches but peaches 👀😏🍑
anyway happy spooky season 🍂🧡💛❤️🍁
#wolfstar#remus x sirius#wolfstar fanfiction#harry potter fanfiction#autumn#fic rec list#my fic recs#omg talented fandom friends#i did have an idea for the free space but i forgot#whoops oh well
102 notes
·
View notes
Text
Ten First Lines
Rules: share the first sentence of your last ten stories. If you haven't written ten stories, share as many first sentences as you have.
Tagged by the (alleged) writer over at @liv-is, you can find the og post here! Hers were very eye catching, I suggest you check out some of their WIPs! Thank you so so so much for the tag, I'm very proud of my first lines because they're usually what I spend the most time on. They must be perfect or I have a mental breakdown.
🏴☠️ Give No Quarter: The Marauder's Mutiny
EVERYTHING WENT SILENT: the rattling of blades on blades, the cracking of musket shots, the screams of men as they breathed their last breath. Even the raging sea seemed to settle for a moment, leaving the air thick with anticipation and dread that the next round of cannon fire would be what sent the decimated ship into the bubbling briny deep.
🗡️ The Resurrectioners: Book 1
tw: suicide
The handful of pills that lodged down her throat seemed to stick more than the last three dozen she swallowed in the past minute.
⚰️ What We Undertake
Most snowy winter mornings came and went with little to no business inside the crumbling walls of the Clive Family Mortuary; though, today was beginning to prove otherwise for the workers inside. You would think that most of your customers being deceased would allow a brief moment of respite in the early hours of the day, but you would be sorely mistaken.
🧛♀️ The Stray Girls
Summer of 1997— just a few months after the Heaven’s Gate cult suicide and my mother had decided that Florida just wasn’t for her and, by association, me.
🎸 Nico and The Keroscene
wooo new WIP reveal that's actual older than most of these lol
My head is killing me, my rent is a week overdue, I’m out of my meds, and most importantly: I can’t find my fucking underwear.
🍂 The Persephone Murders
This is from a short story horror collection I wrote for creative writing
Autumn began just like always for Edith's small village: the leaves turn brown, the autumn harvest was collected, and finally four more girls turned up dead at the edge of the forest with pomegranates lodged in their mouths.
🍖 D.E.V.O.U.R.
From the same collection
Mikhail didn't know which was worse: that he had no idea when his next meal was going to be, or the fact it was most likely going to be human.
If any of these are grammatically incorrect no they aren't <3
tagging @sam-glade @winterandwords @rownanisntwriting @zestymimblo @writernopal @elshells and anyone else who would like to throw their hat in the ring!
— M. Warrin
#ten first lines tag#writeblr tag game#writing community#first lines#wip#current wip#tag games#thank you for the tag#give no quarter#the resurrectioners#what we undertake#authorblr#my writing
22 notes
·
View notes
Text
bee's 1k celebration
so idk how that just happened but it did. i genuinely cannot thank each and every one of you enough! it has shaken me so much to think that people wanna stick around to see what bs i pull next haha. so what i was thinking about doing for this celebration was announcing something and also doing something where people could send me in something!
🤍 so i came up with this: [open from friday 16th september to friday 30th september 💋 i may not be able to get to all straight away as i start college on monday but i promise i’ll try my very best for you, my lovelies!!]
firstly i would like to announce that i have a new multi-chaptered fic in the works that i’ll begin posting soon! secondly i would like to announce that @myobmaya are officially soulmates (like maddy and cassie in season one of euphoria)
okay so now for the even more fun part:
💋 send me in a little bit about yourself and i’ll ship you with a stranger things character! (please specify the gender of the character you would like to be shipped with) and i’ll give you a song to dance in the rain with them to
🌻 i’ll make you a mini fanfic rec list for a character of your choice
😘 send me in a character (mcu, xcu, stranger things, euphoria, harry potter, marauders), either fluff, angst, or all of the above and a trope (eg fake dating) and i’ll write a little blurb about it
🌸 i’ll give you three songs that goes with the vibe of your blog and i’ll give you a compliment [cannot be anonymous]
🧸 anonymously send in your assumptions about me and i’ll give you my opinion!
🐝 @fxllfaiiry had this too; send me an nsfw concept alongside a character from the fandoms mentioned above and i’ll write a short blurb about it!
🍂 lemme shower you in love! i’ll make you a moodboard of whatever you like
happy asking!! 🤍
tagging my mutuals 🌸 @hellfirehaley @gods-favorite-asthmatic @friendly-neighborhood-ghoul @steveslittlesunflower @eddiemunsons-girl @myobmaya @liviawritesthings @eddiebillysteve @dingusfreakhxrrington @fxllfaiiry @chaoticmunson @hxllfiredoll @thisishellfire @writer-in-theory @gettingrailedbyreid @nerodmcdevilslayer @bvcksmunson @etherealfaer1e @slutmio @86-babyy @clowwderr @jexnrey @quickiesgirl @eddiemunsonssslut @wzrlds @honeymunson @alexis-angelsss @fleurfairie @loveshotzz @noa-olivars @my-my-only-angel @n0agranger @pinkchubbiebunnie @starryeyedmunson @misrye @leftonreid @kitwalker02 @imagine-all-the-imagines @munsons-babe @eddieonfilm @snowycorpse @munsonquinns @littledemondani @prettyboyeddiemunson @sympathyforher @strangerluvrr @quicksilverownsmysoul @whiplaaaaaaaaash tagging more soon!
navigation
IMPORTANT NOTICE; ANONYMOUS ASKS ARE BACK OPEN BUT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED 🤍 mwah mwah ily - bee💋
#stranger things#stranger things fanfiction#eddie munson#billy hargrove#steve harrington#stranger things smut#mcu#marvel#xmen#euphoria#marauders fanfic#marauders#marvel fanfiction#xmen fanfiction#euphoria fanfic#smut#angst#fluff#steddie#mungrove#harringrove#jegulus#fexi#wanda maximoff#natasha romanoff#steve rogers#bucky barnes#x reader#follower celebration#bee rambles °˖✰
84 notes
·
View notes
Text
guys I messed up 😭 I FORGOT ANDY AND DORKY
ok I can fix this.
I REMEMBERED ANDY AND DORKY
#marauders#lily evans#dorcas meadowes#marlene mckinnon#mary macdonald#alice fortescue#pandora rosier#bellatrix black#narcissa black#andromeda black#andromeda tonks#Did I do good?
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
𝟏.𝟑𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐟𝐞̇ 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
1.3k 😭 wow. thank u guys so much!! thank u for being here and for appreciating my stuff:) ily. enjoy the celebration:)
also, it's not fall here but it is for most of you so i decided to go with this cafè/fall theme!
fandoms: dead poets society, marvel, top gun: maverick, high school musical: the musical: the series, marauders.
order from our menu:
$ 4.00 🍁 pumpkin spiced late — association moodboard ! i'll make a 3 pic moodboard of the vibes you give me ! (mutuals only)
$ 3.00 🍂 hot chocolate — moodboards ! send a colour/ character+scenario and i'll make a 3 pic moodboard for it! (you can also send other characters from fandoms if they aren't the ones above! e.g: eddie munson + rock concert date, even tho stranger things isn't in the fandoms list!)
$ 3.50 🐌 milk and honey tea — concepts ! send in a character + one item from this prompt list and i'll write a little concept for it ! (check this post for more info on characters)
$ 4.00 🦌 pumpkin cinammon rolls — games ! fmk, would you rather, etc !! (no cym pls they stress me out </3)
$ 4.50 🦔 apple strudel — outfit rating ! send me an outfit and i'll rate it and tell you if i'd wear it !
lovely moots !
@misrye ♡ @wintails @ughgclden @angelicwasp @imabee-oralizard @arkofblake @jexnrey @magic-is-beauty @maisietheweltoncow @masivechaos @collieflower215 @edensanctuary @henqtic @moonbcrry @oncasette @enviedear @just-a-smol-spoon @ddejavvu @f4irydaydreams @keziahcore @leossmoonn @mirclealignr @velvetcloxds @sarahisslytherin @biderboy @ladyvesuvia @n0agranger @honeyedpaperback @sereinegemini @secretlocket @claireunoia @lovetaints @natashxromanovf @tall-my-beloved @siriusblackstwin @o-rion-sta-r + im so sorry if i forgot anyone :( but ily all of u
63 notes
·
View notes
Text
my mood board based on sirius black in marauders era. 🪐🍂🧸🪞🧭
17 notes
·
View notes
Text
family line
sirius black x reader
inspired by family line by conan gray
sirius held your son like he was a porcelain doll, like your son would easily break in his hands. when you told sirius that you were expecting he was excited, sure, but the anxiety began to fester and sirius’s mind became a battlefield, his heart craved fatherhood, but his mind was dominated by the memories of his own childhood and the warzone that was the black home, and he worried that he would pass this on to his own child, after all - i am my father’s son.
sirius rarely let you into his mind, it was closed off, episodes of his childhood and teenage years categorized away. outside of his time at hogwarts, sirius black was never truly happy until he was sixteen years old. you were a shining star in his life, always guiding him. he also had james, remus, and peter, who he would have laid his life down for at any moment. in his mind he didn’t need his parents or his brother, he had decided who his family was. he shared blood with the black family but he wouldn’t bleed for them any longer.
and now, he had a family of his own. and that absolutely terrified him.
he didn’t let you in to these thoughts right away, but sirius was your husband and you noticed everything about him, including the fact that he didn’t want to be around your son alone. you and lily were going to quickly run into town for some baby things and you asked sirius if he could watch your son. his hands shook as you handed the baby over and you could see that the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.
being around your son when you were around was easy, he had you to guide him through it, but when he was alone he had no one to help him, it felt like he was thrown in the ocean and he didn’t know which direction led to land.
when you came home, he was quick to run his son back to you. “how was he?” you asked, holding your son close to you.
“he was good,” sirius tried to be as enthusiastic as possible, but you could tell that something was off. you decided to question him on it when you put your son down for bed. sirius was sitting on the couch, reading something quietly. you sat next to him, laying your head on his shoulder.
“siri?”
“yes, love.”
“is everything ok?” you feel his shoulders tense at the question, he closes the book in his hands and rests his head on yours.
“yes, why?” you sat up and looked at him, giving him your best i know that’s not true look. he sighed, “it’s just an adjustment period, i’ve never been a dad, y’know?”
“i feel like that’s not everything sirius.”
“i just,” he started and paused, looking for the words to say. “do you think i’m a good dad?”
you looked at him dumbfounded, everyone could see that everything that sirius did for his son was drenched with nothing but love. “of course you are sirius! where is this coming from?”
“i just wonder sometimes, if i’m going to be like my dad.”
you took his hands in yours, “sirius, there is no way you could ever end up like him. you are too kind and caring to end up like him. you’re a great dad, and our son loves you so much sirius. and i do too, i love you more than anything.”
“do you really think that?” sirius’s eyes convey the pain he feels, his insecurities spilling out to you.
“of course i do,” you leaned in to kiss him, it was gentle and sweet. “i’m so glad that i get to call you my husband and i’m so glad that i get to raise a kid with you, siri.”
“i love you,” he whispered into the air, no matter how many times you hear those words fall from his lips, they will always make your heart soar.
“i love you too, sirius. always and forever.”
“always and forever.”
#💌 — maddy’s works#🐕 — sirius black#🍂 — the marauders#sirius black x reader#sirius black#the marauders x reader
174 notes
·
View notes
Text
Comfort Characters!!
Thank you for the tag! @sanderijn10
So, here's the thing. I have favorite characters and i have comfort characters. My faves don't necessarily give me comfort all the time, most of the time — they give me anxiety, depression, and pain 🥹. I love my faves okay??? But are they comfort characters to me? No, not necessarily.
Comfort characters ☕🍂
Joel Miller [tlou game] — he's my emotional support father figure 🥹.
Dick Grayson [dc comics, batman, nightwing] — he's my emotional support older brother figure (but we're fighting rn) 🥹.
Hakoda [atla] — another emotional support character in the father figure genre 🥹.
Martin Blackwood [tma] — he's my babiest baby boy. He's my emotional support yandere boi 🥹. Gaslight, gatekeep, manipulate~
James Potter [hp marauders era] —emotional support, jaded golden boy 🥹.
No pressure tags: @so-foul-and-fair-a-day @limetimo @anauro @ilovefanfics @hannahendoxox
*psst! My favorite characters are below the cut!
FAVORITE CHARACTERS AKA BRAINROT CHARACTERS i love them my darlings. My jewels. I think about them 24/7. What is life without them????
Regulus Black
Tim Drake
Zuko
Fushiguro Megumi
Sirius Black (but we're fighting rn)
Isi Inci
#regulus black#were we expecting regulus to make the list? i bet some of you were 😁.#sorry he doesn't#but dw!!!#he's in the other list. the faves list in which he unsurprisingly#takes first place.
7 notes
·
View notes
Note
back again from the swiftie halloween anon!
fav fall comfort food?
ik u like marauders, and i do too!!! so, favorite marauders ship?
what taylor song do you think fits this ship the best?
- 🍂🎃👸
Ahh I'm sorry for not answering sooner!
A fall comfort food would probably be smores pie- my aunt makes it for Thanksgiving
At the moment I'm really obsessed with rosekiller
I think Dont Blame Me is a really good song for them, and most of the rep songs in general
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
Hii!! How are you all doing?? I hope everything's good ⭐✨💫
Get to know me a little if you keep reading and feel free to introduce yourself after it if you want <3
• You can call me Dio and I use they/she pronouns 🫶🏻
• I'm a teen!!
• I enjoy reading, writing, listening to music and doing crafts 🍁🍂
• I would like to study history and maybe archeology too!! But some other things that would interest me would be communication (traduction specially), philology, becoming a museum guide or working at preservation of them <3
• Some of the fandoms I'm at are: Stranger Things, the Marauders Era, Nimona, Good Omens, The Sandman, Doctor Who, DC, Dead Boy Detectives, Sherly world (I've read the original books a few times and almost consumed every piece of media that I can access #looking at ya Sherlock Hound) <3
• Some of my fav ships: Steddie, Buckingham, Pandalily, Wolfstar, Dorlene, Ineffable Husbands and Sherliam 💞💗
• Fav characters: Stevie Harrington, Hob Gadling, Diomedes, Lily Evans, Achilles, Alucard, Crowley, Sherly, Irene Adler (or James on MTP <3), Dick Grayson, Joyce Byers, Donna Noble, Robin Buckley and McCoy!! ⭐
• Get to know me (and my gender of this month) through songs!!
🌨️ | Drain Me! - Towa Bird
🪴 | Monster - Epic
🪻 | Muzzle - Destroy Boys
🍓 | Good Luck, Babe! - And anything Chappel Roan writes
💫 | It's Okay (To Punch Nazis) - Cheap perfume
💚 | De piedra tu cuerpo - La Raiz
**Here is my Spotify profile if you wanna take a look!! You can share yours in comments too if you want to <3
• More curiosities!! I have two little sibs + I'm a leo (8th of August) + I only drink water because I don't like gas + I've got my first Sherly book when I was 8yo + I speak Spanish, Catalan, English, a little of Romanian (my mom's from there) and would like to learn Korean, Greek and Latin (thought this year at school I'm learning lexical roots that come from Greek and Latin)
• Some (kinda?) fanfics I have here!!
🌟 | Steddie Famous AU <3
❄️ | Stevie + Tommy + Carol on Christmas
🔧 | Steddie (School teacher Stevie and fix-things-guy Eddie)
🕯️ | Screaming the name of the foreigner's god <3 (Steddie, kinda?)
💓 | Platonic stobin my babes <3 (Maneater moment!!)
And that's all loves!! Have a nice day <3
1 note
·
View note
Last Seen Blogs
royal-chess-piece
Did someone say insect collection?
bts-and-1d-stuff
Bts-and-1d-stuff
largando
Untitled
shrekandmorty
HE FUCKED A TIGER
largando
Untitled