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my life would suck without you<3
poly!marauders x fem!indian!reader
tags: super fluffy, cooking with your boys
a/n: this was purely indulging myself because i barely see any indian representation in the marauders fanfics so here you go! let me know if you want me to write about other things
you loved your boys, more than words could describe. moving in together was the best thing that had ever happened to you.
stolen kisses between the three of them and you whilst you were cooking, movie nights cuddled up under blankets watching a new movie.
life couldn’t be more perfect if you tried.
you were currently in your study, all of the boys and you had dedicated rooms for yourselves to do work or game. gaming was much more james and sirius’ thing than yours and remus’.
currently you had a paper you needed to write and you couldn’t focus.
james and remus had been popping in every couple of minutes to check if you were okay and just to hang out.
remus was mostly the one checking in on you whilst james sat on the floor with his head on your thighs pouting and poking you until you gave him your attention.
sirius was out getting groceries for dinner tonight since you weren’t able to.
when you heard the door open downstairs you made your way down to get a start on dinner.
all of the boys were relatively okay cooks but nothing topped your cooking.
you were brought up in an indian household and your mum had raised you on a multicultural diet but not a week went by where she didn’t make at least one curry or indian dish.
james and sirius, having grown up with english food weren’t that good with handling spices but remus was a lover of all kinds of food so all you really did when cooking was just make sure james and sirius had slightly milder portions of curry.
today you were making butter chicken, naan and a side of rice.
whilst you started on the butter chicken, remus made his way into the kitchen to start with the naan. he wasn’t that good at cooking but he was an excellent baker.
since you couldn’t trust sirius with much things concerning the kitchen you let him wash and boil the rice.
you all worked together in harmonic chaos, the ever so subtle curse leaving sirius’ lips as he burnt himself trying to test if the rice was ready and the huff of remus as he kneaded the dough.
james had walked into the kitchen after his shower and sat at the island making conversation with you all as you cooked.
once the meal was done you all sat at the table, you and sirius next to one another, james across from you and remus across from sirius.
as you broke your naan and grabbed some butter chicken in your hand you felt sirius tap your hand
you looked at him and he opened his mouth dramatically with an “aaah” supposedly asking you to feed him.
you laughed at him and slowly fed him some butter chicken whilst grasping his face making sure not to make a mess of your white tablecloth.
james and remus both looked at each other mischievously as they both then turned to you whining that you hadn’t hand fed them, claiming it was unfair to have favorites so now you had to feed all of them.
you shook your head at your man children before leaning over the table making sure your t shirt didn’t make it into any of the dishes before you fed james who just smiled lovingly up at you.
you turned to remus who grinned and enthusiastically hummed as you fed him, and playfully biting your hand.
you tapped his cheek slightly scolding him.
you couldn’t help but feel the warmth radiating through you, you knew your parents weren’t supportive of the whole polyamorous community but these boys had become your lifeline.
as you all finished eating you sat down in the living room, laying your head down on james lap and your feet on remus’ as sirius sat on the floor laying in between james legs you played with his hair.
you felt james play with your hair and you looked up to see his tongue poking out in a little concentrated face.
you smiled to yourself. this was home to you. your boys and you.
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james potter is 100% a munch
you’re so right 😭 i’m absolutely feral for this man
pairing(s): james potter x fem!reader
warning(s): 18+, smut, oral sex (f!receiving), multiple orgasms, i think that’s it
word count: 305
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If there’s one thing that James Potter could do all day, it was this.
James lapped away at your cunt, lewd noises echoing around the otherwise empty room. Your hands were fisted in his thick black hair, tugging this way and that, groans accompanying any particular forceful pull.
One of his hands gently stroked at your lower lips, keeping everything parted just the way he liked so he could have full access. His tongue speared into your cunt in time with the friction of his nose against your clit. You whined, hips bucking against his face. What could only be described at a puddle had formed beneath you by this point. You weren’t even sure you could cum again.
Your thighs trembled, threatening to close around James’ head for the umpteenth time. The muscles of your stomach clenched, your orgasm hitting you before you could stop it. Stars exploded across your vision. James’ nose bumped along your clit as his tongue dipped in and out of your cunt.
“James-“ You gasped.
Your body shook with sensitivity. Time melted away; you weren’t even sure how many times you’d climaxed at this point.
He hummed, the vibrations sending aftershocks through your body. You cried out. James pulled away with a grin, face shiny with your slick, and smacked a loud kiss to your inner thigh.
“That’s it, sweets.” His fingers trailed over your bare skin, your body shiny with sweat. You attempted to inhale, but your lungs stuttered instead. James face twisted into some half-sympathetic expression—you could practically feel the smugness radiating off of him.
“You good, sweetheart? Need any help with that?” You rolled your eyes, chest heaving as you weakly batted him away. “You’re a menace, Potter.” He chuckled, the sound full and warm as he pushed himself up to cuddle against you. “But I’m your menace.”
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punjabi james supremacy 🙏🙏
#marauders#james potter#james potter fluff#james potter headcanon#marauders era#marauders fluff#marauders headcanon#james potter x y/n#james potter x reader#marauders fancasts#punjabi#indian#robarazzii says
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do i know you? (pt. 1)
desi!james potter x oc!female!reader
a/n: I'm gonna make an oc with the name "samaira"(sa-maai-ra), she's indian, bengali and a childhood friend of James. she's been his family friend and her parents are friends with his.If anyone wants to use her, please tag me.
tw: mentions of abuse (not to fmc), attempted suicide, angst, angst, angst, oc is a muggle (set after they have graduated)
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"don't talk to me."
this. this is the first sentence you say to the guy you've been thinking about for the past 5 years. the one who stopped you from killing yourself, running away and doing things he knew/you should have known you would regret. all his cries were of no use anymore. you needed him to understand you when you were 5, and this perfectly carved cold demeanor of yours could not, under any chances, crumble beneath a boy man who didn't even bother to tell you he's going to, or running off to london.
right now, he's chasing you, trying to hold you, and say all the things he was supposed to centuries ago as you angrily storm, and storm isn't even the right word. there isn't a word in the entire oxford dictionary to explain how distraught and broken you feel. you're fuming, raging, burning inside, walking stomping back to your house because you don't want to meet, see, interact, talk, know him ever again. the beautiful, hidden core of yours dies, and rebirths slowly when you turn around to look at the only reason you're physically alive and wholly dead right now.
the person that stands infront of you now is a man. you met a boy, a lively, full of happiness, sunshine in his pockets kind of little guy who you's meet every day in this small garden your mamai and his amma planted pretty tulips in. the boy used to spend his vacations, days, hours with you, up in your room, as you complained about your baba beating up your sweet, plain mother. the boy who used to listen, tell you it's not your fault, that you both could run away together.
and that's so not your problem. your problem, dilemma, call it whatever you want, is he grew up into a beautiful man, who you don't know now. and every inch of your body lights up like atrickling flame down your skin when you think of how desperately you want to know everything about him. you feel it in your face, the utter shame of wanting to know someone who never (if he did, he wouldn't do this) cared about you. and still, you look behind.
same curly hair. same chocolate, glistening-in-the-sun, kind of eyes. same freckled nose, same brown, shining skin, and the same pink, thin lips that used to laugh at your failed attempt of helpless jokes. but nothing's the same anymore. he's sad, you're mad, and every single little, huge "shikayat" (complaint) crumbles down onto him with your screams and tears and that physically hurt him.
"itne jaldi kyun bhul gaya mujhe tu? main tujhe itna bulati gayi, aur tu aise bina bole bhaag gaya. (why did you forget me so quickly? i kept calling out to you, and ran away without telling me like this.)
tut gayi thi main sale. bikhar ke tukde ho gaye the mere. mamai died, asshole! she died! and you didn't even come to her tehrvi, or barsi or anything! you... "
(i was broken you fucker. i was shattered ino pieces. mum died, you asshole! and you didn't even come to her thirteenth day{a ritual in india}, or her yearly death anniversary or anything. you...)
you gulp past the huge lump in your throat, and try again as your tears stain your skin. "you cheater! liar! chale jana tha toh kyun mujhe aise sapne dikha raha tha? i hate you! (if you had to leave, why did you show me all these dreams?)
"i hate you james. you made me this way. tujhe jo pasand tha, ab nafrat karne lagi hun us se. ful acche nahi lagte, baarish acchi nahi lagti, apne muh pe sahi se kajal nahi lagta kyunki tu lagata tha aur.. aur"
(i hate you james. you made me this way. i hate whatever you used to like. i don't like flowers anymore, i don't like the rain anymore, i can't put kohl on my eyes because you did it for me, and, and...)
the words, the screams, rather die in your throat as he holds onto you, clutches onto the very last ounce of energy you have left in you as you screamed your entire world to him, and keeps whispering this foul, nonsensical word, "sorry myra. i'm so sorry"
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green kurta || remus x you
Remus was absolutely terrified. In front of the mirror, he was practicing what he was going to say to your parents who he was going to meet in just about 3 hours.
He glanced down at his watch and his eyes widened. Scratch that, make that 2 more hours. It was safe to say that the sandy haired boy really cared about the situation that was going to come into play and your heart melted when you saw him getting into a kurta just to make your father happy.
He was fiddling with the collar of the bright green kurta. You know he only picked it out because you said it looked nice. The green made his eyes pop and match dreadfully well with the intricate gold designs that were sewed into the cloth.
It made him look ethereal but not as ethereal as you.
You decided to wear a nice and simple salwar kameez. It was a gorgeous dark red with gold that made the red seem even more dark and enchanting. You smiled softly as Remus who was now fidgeting around with the hem of the kurta, turning his body and checking all sorts of things with it.
You slowly made your way to Remus and snuck your arms around his waist. He giggled and turned around to meet your face before his eyes widened and jaw dropped down to his feet.
"Darling, you look ravishing in red," Remus whispers in your ear, his hands moving to your hips. Your breath hitched in your throat while you stuttered out a 'what' as your cheeks got red.
He smirked at you and gave you a quick peck before letting you go, you sighed deeply and looked into Remus's eyes.
The moment was disrupted when an alarm suddenly rang and in a split second, both of you were out the door, running to the car.
Of course, that didn't stop Remus from opening your car door and buckling your seat belt for you when you both got in the car.
The drive to your parents home was about 25 minutes from the hotel you were staying at and as the GPS kept signaling you were getting closer, the more nervous you and Remus got.
You hadn't even told your parents you had a boyfriend until a month ago and you yet you did tell them that he was white, you were still terrified.
Remus seemed to notice your distress and laid a firm.hand on your thigh. You turned your head and smiled at him, blushing ever so slightly.
"Don't worry dove, I got a few tricks up my sleeve," he said, making the final turn to your childhood home.
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A few hours had passed and all was going wonderfully well. Your parents were very welcoming of Remus and he couldn't be any happier. At first, they had their own thoughts about their daughter being with someone of a different race, but Remus did in fact pull that trick.
The entire time Remus was near your parents, he spoke Hindi.
You were amazed at his skills and knew it must've taken ages for him to learn. It took you a solid 2 years to get a grasp of the conjunction itself but Remus was gliding through it all, even adding a few jokes here and there.
Remus got to look at some of your old baby photos and sneakily took one from the album to keep with him and tease you about when you got home.
At one point, your mother even came over to you, whispering in your ear how you had won the jackpot when Remus said he could cook wonderful Malai Kofta.
You nodded, not really paying attention to her. Instead, you were entranced by Remus enthusiasm as he chatted with your father about the upcoming cricket game, the both of them laughing and having a splendid time.
Oh how you loved Remus.
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Can I request a remus lupin x Indian (Bengali) reader?
you're the only person I trust to write this well
like maybe right after "the prank" the reader is like screaming at Sirius in Bengali and James, Sirius, and Peter don't understand it at all. and Remus, being the sweetie he is and having dated the reader for almost two years now, knows Bengali (he learned it for her) and gives them some translations of the monologue the reader is on as they try to process it.
if possible could you also include how and when Remus started liking the reader? (maybe they weren't even in the same friend group)
lmk if you happen to need any translations cuz Google can't be trusted. my DMs are open for you :)
WARNING: INVOLVES THE PRANK, KISSING.
TRANSLATION BELOW
Y/n paced back and forth, waiting for Remus to wake up. She was getting more restless as the hour passed. It didn't help that James and Sirius were looking at her with guilt.
James thought it was a good idea to explain himself and Sirius, "Y/n-"
"tui ekta gadha kothakar...toder ke matha ta haatu te thake? Beshi pakamo korte gelo..eik minute er jonne o bhabishni...tai naa? Bas Snape ke phaad e phela te aeto baisto chilish ke eik baar o nijer bondhu er o kotha bhabli na!?" Y/n furiously yelled at them.
James and Sirius looked at each other awkwardly. It made her more furious that they were sitting there without saying a word. But the reality was that they had never seen Y/n so angry and were scared to speak. "Boka Manus, gadha!!"
Y/n stopped her pacing and yelling when she heard Remus groan. She was immediately by his side. Remus smiled weakly as he saw her as soon as he opened his eyes.
"Did I ever tell you how much you turn me on when you speak Bengali, even though I don't understand a word?" Remus' voice croaked, and his body was almost numb with pain, but his smug smile was still intact. Y/n knew he was only trying to cheer her up.
"Remus…not the time." Y/n politely berated him. She couldn't be mad at him. She knew this was his way to distract from the pain and guilt of what he did. "How are you feeling?"
"You want the truth?" Remus thickly swallowed, trying to keep his tears at bay. Y/n held his hand and ran her hand through his messy, sandy blonde hair. His eyes fluttered, and he let out a sigh. He forgot about his pain and his guilt momentarily. "I feel terrible. This should not have happened."
Remus glared at the pair of Marauders that sat on the floor. They didn't dare look up from the wooden floorboards.
"It's not your fault, Remus." Her voice felt like a cure for his pain. He looked into her eyes and wondered what he had done to deserve her. It felt like yesterday when he saw her in the library in the literature section. He had bumped twice against a bookshelf as he tried to get a good look at her.
"Is that what I'm to you guys now? A means to hurt someone you don't like? I know you guys hate him, but I could have killed him, and I would have to spend my life in Azkaban." Hot tears fell down his cheeks.
"Moony, we didn't mean for it to escalate like this," James explained. He was sweating profusely, trying to find the correct words to defend his actions.
"JAMES IF THINGS WOULD HAVE ESCALATED, HE WOULD HAVE DIED!!" Remus' voice echoed in the room. His cheeks were flushed with anger. His body was trembling as his mind offered scenarios of what could have gone wrong. "You two have lost your damn minds."
His breathing got normal when he felt Y/n's hand on his chest. Remus laid his head on her chest. Y/n felt his heartbeat, while Remus could hear her heartbeat. He closed his eyes and thanked Merlin that Severus was alive.
"Please leave, I don't want to talk to you two."
Sirius and James knew they had messed up badly when Remus didn't even spare a glance at them. Sirius tried to speak up, but Remus yelled, "I SAID LEAVE!"
Remus sighed and laid his head on Y/n's chest. He rubbed his temples, trying to rid himself of the headache that had annoyed him after he yelled at his friends.
Y/n gently untangled the knots in his hair as he stared into the distance. Y/n started to get up from the bed when she felt his hand tug at her wrist.
"Where are you going?" His eyes looked at her so desperately, as if he wouldn't be able to see her again.
Y/n softly chuckled, "Remmy I'm just going to get something to eat for you. You haven't eaten since yesterday morning."
"Please stay." His brown irises were clouded with tears, and her heart broke at the sight. Y/n wondered if Remus knew the effect he had on her. When he first approached her, she was skeptical of him. But all it took were a few silly attempts to flirt, and she could never stop smiling in his presence.
"Remus, love, you need to eat. You look weak, and you need to have your medicine, and then—"
She was interrupted when she felt his lips on her. His trembling hands held her face as he deepened the kiss. Remus didn't pull away from the kiss until his lungs burned for oxygen. "I don't deserve you." He confessed as he nuzzled her nose.
"Maybe… but you know too much about me, so I'm not leaving you," she smirked with pride as he chuckled. Another thing she loved about Remus. She loved the sound of his laughter, and she loved it even more when she was the reason behind it.
"Please rest. I'll bring some juice and breakfast, and once your stomach is full and after you have taken your medicine, I'll cuddle with you as much as you want." She placed a sweet kiss on his nose and cheek as a reassurance that she would be back.
When Y/n walked out of the room, James and Sirius were waiting by the door. They looked at her nervously until James tried to speak up. "Y/n please make him understand we didn't mean to hurt him."
Exactly, you were not thinking straight, your one "silly prank" could have put him in Azkaban."
Her breath shuddered. She lost her balance, but Sirius held her. Y/n silently sobbed into Sirius' shoulder as he caressed her back, trying his best to comfort her. Y/n mumbled into his shoulder. "I could have lost him. I…I don't want to lose him." James and Sirius held her. James wiped his own tears.
His voice was heavy with sorrow. "I'm sorry, Y/n. Please know we didn't want to hurt Remus-"
"But you did…you know how dangerous it was. Dammit, you guys became Animagus to make sure Remus didn't hurt anyone. But you used his weakness to hurt someone." She looked at them. Her eyes were bloodshot and full of hurt.
Y/n got up and went to the kitchen to get Remus food, not sparing another look at James and Sirius.
When she got back into the room, her heart broke at how weak Remus looked. Y/n carefully placed the tray on the bed, waking Remus up with a kiss. She smiled into the kiss when she felt his hands on her hips.
Y/n mumbled against his lips. "I thought you were sleeping."
"If you wake me up like this, I won't be able to sleep again."
Y/n giggled as he pulled her closer. "Remus, be careful you will hurt yourself."
Remus frowned when he noticed her puffy eyes. "Dove…what's wrong?"
She sniffled as she wiped her tears. "Nothing Remmy. You take proper rest." She started tucking him into the blanket but he stopped her, holding her hand close to his heart. "Who hurt you, pretty girl?"
Y/n blushed. She shook her head. She knew Remus could barely move because he was in pain, but he was ready to fight anyone who hurt her. "My silly boy. You don't have to worry. It was just James and Sirius. They were apologizing and... I…it just hit me…I almost lost you, Remus."
Remus held her closer as she hiccuped between her sobs. He kissed her all over her face as he spoke. "Oh, lovie, my sweetheart. I'm so sorry." He rested his cheek on her head, softly caressing her arm as she heard his heartbeat. "I'm here, dove. I'm here with you."
A/n: Thank you for sending this request and being so patient. I hope you like this. REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED.
Remus kissed her. He didn't let her know internally how thankful he was that he made it back to her in one piece.
Translation: you donkey, is your brain in your knees? You guys are so arrogant didn't even think twice. You were so focused on pranking Snape you didn't think about your bestfriend ?!
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A Harry Potter Rant
OKAY SO.
I LOVE THE IDEA OF A BLACK HERMIONE AND AND AN INDIAN HARRY
AND I HATE THE FACT THE WORLD OF HP HAS BEEN WHITE WASHED. (#justiceforlavenderbrown)
WHILE I UNDERSTAND IF PUREBLOOD FAMILIES (families with Pureblood values I mean) ARE WHITE AND OR OF CAUCASIAN DESCENDANTS BECAUSE THEY ARE PUREBLOOD WIZARD FAMILIES WHO HAVE BEEN IN POWER SINCE THE BEGINNING AND BACK THEN YOU HAD MORE POWER IF YOU WERE WHITE ( or at least the Ancient families were as opposed to the Noble)
THOUGH ID HOPE WIZARDS WOULD BE MORE DIVERSE BUT THEY PROBABLY WERENT
BUT THEN THERE IS THE OPTION OF BEING IMMIGRANTS SO TO SPEAK INTO WIZARDING ENGLAND ( I could see this for the Potters especially or like them being the mergers a Indian Pureblood family and the Potter line to make James)
OFF TRACK
I THINK THE REASON THAT MUGGLEBORNS ARE CALLED MUDBLOODS IS BECAUSE OF THEIR SKIN COLOR AND THE FACT THAT AS TIME WENT ON DIFFERENT RACES OF PEOPLE BEGAN TO SHOW MAGIC ( like Native Americans which i wish was represented in the canon)
BUT ANYWAY I WISH THIS WAS CONFIRMED (AT LEAST FOR HARRY AND HERMIONE)
Let me know if this isn’t worded right and I’ll edit it to a point where it will come off as what I want it to
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Horror Villains / Slenderman and Seedeater x Reader || Oneshot
Title: Into the Unknown
Notes:
Based off the song from Frozen ‘Into the Unknown’.
One Horror Villain in particular is in this story. Wait and try to figure out who it is before it ends ^^ (;
‘X Reader’ as in you’re going to interact with them. Not as in you’re in a romance with them all.
The Horror Villains are only really mentioned. Except the one you gotta watch out for
I love this. So. Much.
Plot: Reader has spent her whole life, from 13 years old, searching for, defeating and understanding the creatures of night. They’ve always fascinated her- that they’re so dark, and yet still so coherent. She felt drawn to them, because she felt like she understood them. And she loved the thrill, of being a part of it.
But she stopped that years ago. She’s a grandmother now, a wife. Which isn’t to say that she regrets being either of those things. In fact, she loves it. Which is the very reason she’s put her monster hunting days behind her. She can’t put the people around her in danger, but… there’s something, in the woods, calling out to her.
Warnings: I don't think there is anything actually?
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I have a surprising, out of the ordinary amount to think about, while you wash the dishes today. See, the window above this houses sink, adorned with pale blue and pink swirls over a white base paint, looks out onto the Black Forest, which unironically is the bane of my existence right now. Something about it, is clearly off in some way. More people disappear between its perimeter then Crystal Lake, Haddonfield and Pleasant Valley put together. And that’s just what normal people, without my experience and expertise can see.
I can feel it. A gut warning, not to go in there. Not for a walk, not to explore and definitely not respond to its calls. I can feel it like a tugging at my heart, like what forced my feet to move down the aisle on my wedding day, and what makes people run away from the basement at night once the lights are turned off all at once. I know there’s something in there, and something in me definitely wants to go see. To feel the adventure in the wind again on my face.
But I won’t. I can’t.
There’s something in this house calling for me to stay away, as well. It’s called family, and love. And no mystical forest is going to tear me from it.
Finishing the last plate, I pull big rubber gloves off my hands and drop them on the side of the sink and flash the forest one more dirty look, before turning away completely and leaving the room.
At this time of day, the yellow painted walls look more a beautiful, late day orange. Shadows from the trees hit, as well, and as I open the windows to let in the air, I feel immediate relaxation as the coolness caresses my cheeks and my neck. Settles me down, grounds me. Fills my heart with something other then the longing and disobedience I’m forcing upon myself.
Once all the windows are open, so I can clearly hear the wind chimes outside and the rooms all cool down, goose bumps crawling up my arms in a good way, I pick up a book from the shelf under the dusty TV and settle myself down comfortably in a chair covered in pillows in various floral designs. Yes, its an old lady chair, but its comforting and looks good with the rest of the décor.
Half an hour of peaceful reading successfully takes my mind off of the forest and whoever, or whatever, is in and allows me to disappear half inside the pages of another murder mystery. Then I hear the bell I handily fixed to the front door because my husband walks completely silently, jingle like an old Café signalling him getting home. “I’ve returned. I managed to find the bickies you like on my travels, so you’ll love me for another day I think.”
A nearly delicate snort escapes me at that, purely happy he’s back and put down my book as the door shuts again and the disembodied voice becomes Hudson when he round the hallway corner and enters the livingroom. A bag of groceries in each hand, which I get up and help him with immediately, taking one and peaking inside. Aha! The biscuits! He laughs softly, at my antic and leads me to kitchen, so we can put the books away. I risk a glance out the window, at the forest just so see how dark it is now. Not orange, but a dusky blue. I turn away from the forest coldly, which cuts off its calls to me in response, and turn on the light.
“So, how were your travels?” I ask, pulling the milk and some sandwich meats out of a bag and heading to the fridge, which he opens for me on instinct before taking the warm foods to the cupboard.
“A hassle, I’m sure is what you want to hear as I was away from you for so long,” I flash him a cheeky look at that for being so cheeky himself, and get another soft laugh back. Almost inhuman, its so soft. I’ve always thought, he must have some fae in him, and theorised that he’s a changing. “But it was quite nice. I walked all down the shops, and looked in most of them. Not the butchers, though. You know why.”
Ah, yeah. The man running the desk there, Dexter, is a bit of a flirt. But instead of admitting that I pick up on his advances, I shrug and take a seat at the kitchen table to watch him put away the rest of warm groceries. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. But go on.”
A deep sigh escapes him, which is totally put on as I know he finds my antics endearing- he’s told me too many times before. “You know very well, but whatever. I did go into the Indian grocery though, and I picked up some of those spices I sent you a picture of, and… “He goes on about the spices, which truly did interest me, as they were all the way from New Delhi and had beautiful jars, but suddenly the feeling from the forest picked up. Got stronger, and grew to fill every inch of me. If I were a dog, my ears would perk up and my nose would be going crazy.
That same call for midnight adventure, now made worse because of beautiful night air that made me feel so much better before, as if it’s changed tactics. For a few moments, at least, I stare off into space, towards the tall trees and darkness between trunks of the Black Forest. For a second, I allow myself to wonder what’s in there. Well actually, ‘allow’ may not be the wrong word, as it was completely out of my control.
But then Hudson’s hand lands gently on my shoulder, as he sinks into the seat beside me and successfully knocks me back to my senses just in time. A relieved sigh escapes me on accident, as I turn from the window again and to him. Senses crash down on me and I drop my shoulders. “I’m so sorry, I’m tired today.”
“Tired. Is that what we’re calling it?” He raises his eyebrows, knowing very well what’s really going on with me. And I know what he thinks I should do. But I can’t. Who knows what’s in that forest? It could be dangerous. Could be voodoo, like Chucky. Or something worse, something more demented like spirit. I wont call that to my family by revealing myself to it. He squeezes my shoulder and it’s halfway between comforting and advocative. So, I give him a look, but I lean into him.
“You know why I can’t give in to it.” My voice is nothing but a whisper, because who knows. It could be listening.
“Too much of you is part of that side of the world, Y/N. You can’t cut it off, you should give it a chance.” I look away from his face, and definitely away from the window. The wall, then. “I’m afraid it’ll rip you apart.
“Then so be it.” I don’t really mean it. To take care of my family, I need to be here. And even without that, I’m not ready to die. The years of fighting off things that have, has assured that fear in me. But I want this conversation to be over, so I say it.
He sets me with a serious look, like just saying that hurts him he wants me to never do it again. I glance at him, and sigh. “Promise me to think about it?”
“Can’t do that.” He knows, I can’t.
“… well, its not as if you can avoid it. Its ingrained in you. I’ll just wait and see.” Those little comments, although very true, have me gaping at his audacity. He flashes me a mischievous grin, then pull me up to our feet and wraps an arm around me. “Come on, darling. Let’s go to bed, then. I don’t foresee this conversation ending well for either of us.”
“Clever boy.” I clip, grinning at him when he gapes himself.
~~~
Later that night, once the sky is a deep, dark midnight blue and the stars and the moon are only just causing enough light to see shapes and dull colours by, I’m still wide awake. Hudson’s fallen into a peaceful sleep, but I’m still laying on my back with my eyes wide open, staring at the uneventful ceiling. The feeling calling me to the forest is so loud, in my ears now like rushing water at the pool, or a waterfall. Or tsunami.
I shouldn’t go. I can’t. I won’t!
The window in our room faces the same way as the kitchen, and if I only get up I could see it. Curb some of this pressure.
But if I do that, there’s a 50/50 chance that I’ll snap and go marauding into the forest at night. Which is dangerous without the definite mystical being hugged inside it.
I really shouldn’t go.
Another couple seconds pass, and I’m getting out of bed and pulling on my dressing down over my comfortable, soft pyjamas. I pass right over the window like the dauntless I am and go right to the front door, which I swing open. A cold rush of air, definitely not from natural sources, comes at me like waking up ice and I look out to the forest, which is a football field sized walk through the snow to get to from here. But that isn’t what’s daunting, despite the fact that I’m only wearing fuzzy socks and slippers to protect my feet.
No, it’s the figure waiting for me. Its huge, too, and I can’t figure anything else in the dark and from this distance. A final moment passes, and I pull a ski hat on over my head and my ears and go marauding towards the forest. “To hell.” I snap, on my way with my fists clenched.
About hallway towards the being, the monster, it starts coming towards me, as well. I don’t know what to expect when I get there. I all I know is that the feeling I’m getting off of it this moment is not benevolent, and I try to believe that. Finally, when we get within 5 feet of each other, we stop. It’s got a skull face that would be horrifying to anyone who hadn’t already seen what’s under the Midnight Man’s mask and the horrible screaming faces on a dream demon’s stomach. And its also got hair, human like and soft looking but unbrushed and probably never been washed, all over its bulging body. It stays still, only moving enough to breath out visible steam from its skull head into the world.
Not one to shy away, and certainly not one to stand by and just look when I’ve been called and decided to come, I take the remaining steps to it. Slowly, and cautiously. I raise my hand like you do when you’re approaching a wild beast, so it can smell you and theirs at least one thing between you and its teeth, which really wouldn’t help but at least makes you feel better, and focus on the way my shoes crush gently into the centre metres of sand under them. The sound’s satisfying, and calms me enough to reach the monster, and touch my hand to the middle of its skull.
A grunt escapes it, causing more frosty air to come out from him and into the world, before he sits his behind down into the snow without fear and pushes gently back into my hand. I feel that familiar, unreal joy at being with another creature, and start gently stroking up and down the smooth material, a puff of frosty air escaping my own mouth as I break into a smile. “Ohh, were you the only thing hiding in those woods? Oh, you’re a sweetheart. I’m glad we met.” A giggle escapes me when he tilts his head and I watch the delicate way his long, wispy fur moves in the wind. He’s the kind of beautiful that forces a smile on you, and a giggle out. Personally, my favourite kind of beautiful.
Relaxing, as the feeling calling me to the forest all but dissipates, I stay with him for a little while longer. As long as I can, actually. In the end, he’s the one who gets up, taps my nose with his huge one, and turns away and trots off. I watch him go, in complete peace and content…
Before my stomach drops and a realisation, made dull because of the nice experience I just had, hits me. The feeling’s come right back, now that he’s leaving, and taking the relief with him. “You… weren’t, the thing calling to me, were you?” I ask it so quietly, I didn’t think he would hear.
But a roar is my response. And the air around me, or in me, whispers Right…
Theirs more.
~~~
The next morning I poor Hudson orange juice and slide it over the bench to him, avoiding the discussion of last nights adventure for as long as I can. Because I know, he knows. He knows everything, somehow. And he’s been giving me a knowing look all morning.
“So,” The mischievous way his voice bends around that conjunction is wholly obnoxious, but I hide my eyeroll badly by drinking my own orange juice. It only makes him want to talk more. “Are you going to go back, tonight?”
Of course! Of course, he knows that theirs more to see. Changeling, for sure.
Setting him with a ‘Stop’ look, I round the counter and head for the living room to sit down and read some more of my book to get away from this, but of course he follows me. “Probably not, in answer to your question.”
He straddles the footrest that goes with this chair and takes my book from me, so I have to focus on him. “Sweetheart, I just want you to be happy. And well.”
“And I you.” I say curtly, and because I want to end this conversation.
“That’s wonderful to hear, darling, but you know what I mean. Didn’t meeting that big, dog-monster feel good?”
Of course, it did…
To that, I have no sarcastic or show-stopping response, because yes. I felt the best then than I have since the last monster. I love monsters, and Slashers, and creatures and beings. They’re my passion, my thing. But I didn’t choose that, and I guess that’s what caught me, here.
I picked my family.
I guess what I’m between, is what I chose and what I didn’t.
I take a deep breath, and look back at him.
~~~
… okay. I think, readying myself to go in. I’ve got a satchel with some food, a couple charms, my compass and all the crystals in the house- plus some dried chamomile petals in little bag, for safety and protection. Don’t know how effective these things will be, you never know when you go up against something new, but it’s definitely worth a shot.
I’m just squaring my shoulders to go, and start my trek across the field, when Hudson’s hands fall on my shoulders and nearly causes me a stroke. He never makes noise when he walks!! And he knows he scared me, too, if the chuckling is anything to go by. Oh my god…
“Goodluck sweetheart, I have the utmost faith in you.” Oh, his voice is way too cheerful because he won. I should make rissoles tonight, then he’ll be sorry. He hates rissoles. I bet he’s smiling.
Bastard.
“Thank you.”
“Goodbye kiss?”
I turn over my shoulder to look at him, and give him just a squinty smile. “Not on your life!”
“Ooh, you wound me. Okay, have fun!” Well, he seemed to get over that ailment quickly, seeing as he pats my butt to get me going. I shoot him one more greasy, then get on my way.
Across the field to possibly certain doom… but also possible delicious, wonderful adventure, I go.
As I travel across the field and into the forest, whispering in me and in the air gets louder. Just like the voice that said ‘Right’, last night, this one is. Except more urgent, and getting worse the further I go, pushing me on. I feel like what I’m reaching is big.
Past bushes and beautiful autumnal environment I go all the way through, stepping over logs and around trees that stand in my way because the voice knows where I need to go, and therefore so do I.
An hour passes of just stomping, and travelling, until abruptly the voice tells me to Stop! Harshly, of course I follow its instructions. Who am I to ignore a wind voice.
At first, I look slowly around thinking I’ll see it just standing there, waiting for me in plain sight like the monster from last night. And when I don’t see anything, I look harder, because maybe its camouflaged? Eventually though, after about 10 minutes of staying where I am, where it told me to Stop, I give up just peering around and move. I walk around the clearing, forest floor covered in brick coloured, marmalade shades, and dandelion painted leaves, and wet sticks, and patches of snow, and look in as many different ways as I can think of. Maybe I’m looking for something super small… maybe something so big it blends into the picture… maybe it’s not animalistic but a mystical object… But alas, nothing.
Until, eventually, I turn around he’s just there.
“-Holy fuck!-“ I react, jumping back from what, or who, is obviously what I was looking for, having not expected at all for him to be just standing there where I already checked 3 times when I turned around. An otherworldly and staticky yet still somehow spiteful chuckle fills the forest, somehow coming from the whispering of the wind and his person at once.
“Thought I might have some fun, seeing as you made me wait so long. How’s that for consideration? I have things to do, you know.” When he talks, theirs surprisingly no humour evident in his voice. In fact, he sounds bitter, and annoyed.
“Well, hey, man. I didn’t RSVP so you shouldn’t have been expecting me in the first place.” I snap back, getting up from where I’d fallen on my butt and peeling wet leaves off my jacket.
“Hm, no, well I suppose you aren’t the one who called this meeting, so… “He mutters- well, I say mutter because he says it like he doesn’t want me to hear, but he doesn’t lower his voice. He’s not afraid of me hearing, he would just appreciate it if I wouldn’t listen.
Cocky bastard.
I watch, cautiously as he raises a long, white, spiderlike finger to his left temple and taps it. “Telepathetic.”
“Oh… “Heat builds up in my cheeks, despite the freezing cold. “Uh, sorry.”
“And I thought you mortals were aware of me… Offender sure as heck doesn’t try to keep us a secret.” That unlocks knowledge in me. He’s Slenderman, of course! I didn’t realise, because I truly didn’t think he existed! A Creepypasta, used to curb teenage lust and loneliness. But, honestly, his figure should have led me to that conclusion. And if not that, then the hundreds of other clues. The way the voice in the ‘wind’ sounded like it was in my own head, the very fact that we’re locate din the Black Forest, in Germany… Maybe Hudson’s right, and I’m out of tune.
“Hm, yes, quite. You are incompetent.” Man, that telepathy is going to be a pain. I thought Slenderman was supposed to be a gentleman… but, then again. I guess, he is a recluse. And he really doesn’t care what he says.
Despite his rudeness, it is amazing that he’s real. It sparks an awe in me, that’s even more intense then the creature from last night. He, is the epitome of what monster hunters and explorers want to prove is real. He’s... a dream come true. I’m… I’m tickled, and… humbled, to get to meet him. So tall, and amazing. Majestic from every angle.
But… I’m still confused.
“So, what did you want me for, anyway?”
Immediately, the long, thin tentacles that were hanging decoratively dormant around Slenderman flick annoyedly and his mood takes an instant change to even worse. I take a quick step back, hoping beyond hope that distance will calm him down. Because if now, there is no way anything in my satchel will save me. “What did I want from you?! Why… He said you n- … “Again, with the ‘he’. Who’s he?
I want to know, but not enough to get decapitated for it so I don’t ask out loud.
Slenderman’s words cut off into static air sizzling around us, as the cogs in his brain start working faster, I’m sure, before he comes to a conclusion. He turns his head to ‘look’ at me again, without eyes, and stays silent for a moment. The air feels even colder then before, as the static gets momentarily unbearable and I squeak, covering my ears. Then it cuts off, and he sighs in utter annoyance. “Get out of my forest.” And with those last, sweet parting words, he disappears.
“I… “ I look around, to make sure he isn’t waiting behind me to kill me, because he just seems like that kind of monster, before closing my mouth and curtly turning to go home. Well, that was… I’m not quite sure.
It was amazing, getting to meet him… I’ll never forget it. My heart’s beat feels errative, and calm all at once because this is my passion… but… I’m still confused. Who’s ‘he’? Why did Slenderman call me? What was all this about?
But… then again… I think as I walk. As disappointing and hard as it may be for me, and any other monster afficionado… the fact of Slender’s age does have to play a part. And the fact, if we are to believe all the information that’s on the internet, that he lives alone and contact others as little as possible, so… well, he might just be off his rocker. Maybe… Maybe I shouldn’t put much stock into the things he said. He seemed confused himself. And, to be honest, a little instable.
I worry my bottom lip as I emerge from the forest again and hour later, or less because the way back always takes less.
If I’ve learnt nothing from this experience… except of course the Slenderman is real and a real jerk, too… it’s that I cant live anymore without this feeling, that I get when I adventure, and meet something new. When I realise, that all the myths and legends and stories that humans have told over the years may be true, somehow.
It builds me up, and makes me feel brave. I’ve missed it.
I… I don’t know, if I can go back to dormancy.
After I open the front door of my house, and close it behind me I lean back into it, tired and giddy. I’m so giddy, that I nearly don’t notice the smell of dinner on the stove but when I do my tummy rumbles, and I push off the door and go into the kitchen. I find the pot on the stove, and a note on the pot lid.
‘Y/N, dearest.
I’ve gone out for a walk while this boils. So, if you come home while I’m out, know I’ve just gone down the path in the backyard, not run off away from you for I could never do such a thing.
I hope your trip went well, and I can’t wait to hear about it over dinner.
Oh, and the garlic bread is in the oven and is probably burning.
Xoxo,
- Hudson I.’
“Gah!” Garlic bread! I smell it now! Damnit Hudson!
~~~ BACK IN THE FOREST. THIRD PERSON POV~~~
The man in the dark coat, and silvery beard, slips easily into Slender Mansion and to Slender’s study without the other Pasta’s knowledge, but certainly not without Slenders knowledge.
“You made go see that stupid girl as your one favour… and she didn’t even know you sent me after her??” The pen in Slenders hand snaps, making him sighs deeply and put it down, wiping his hand of ink with a handkerchief. Inkubus but smiles.
“She needed to be reminded of what she loved. It was important enough for the favour to me.”
“You’ve confused her. I don’t think I’d keep things from my mortal, if I ever was idiot enough to fall in love with one… “Slender finishes cleaning his fingers, and turns in his seat to drop the ruined handkerchief in the bin by his desk. He sighs, in defeat, because he knows he will never get through to the other immortal. He’s never been able to, before. What’s new now? “But, then again, I wouldn’t make that mistake, so I really don’t know.”
“She’ll be fine. Anyway, I just wanted to thank you. I saw the whole thing, and it worked wonderfully.”
Slender sets Inkubus which is a blank look to anyone else, but which is one of total deadpan to him. “Whatever. It was a favour, so now you can go back to your wife. You burnt the garlic bread, and she’s not happy about it.”
#Horror Villains x Reader#Slenderman x Reader#Seedeater x Reader#Slenderman#Seedeater#Slashers x Reader#Inkubus x Reader#Oneshot#Into the Unknown#Author's Favourite#Inkubus
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Charlie, Sirius and the Weasley twins? 😅👀 Just to continue with the HP crew 😂 I love your Male!Reader fics set in the Marauders and Young Severus hogwarts time btw, I think is a part of the saga and characters that aren't explore much in fanfiction, so bless you!
heeeellllll yeah i shall :) did you know my first harry potter ao3 fic was a charlie x harry fic? and thank you!! that is my favorite era to write because of that!! you can say anything and think anything about that era and it could be true because we don’t know!!! //some of the headcanons are nsfw and i am not tagging anymore
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Charlie Weasley Headcanons: (regular headcanons mixed with how he would be with an s/o)
I’ve always seen him as either asexual or gay/demi-sexual
beefy af, nice arms and thighs 👅
he likes to exercise on the regular
he is the sweetest, he will give you a toothache
charlie would definitely be the one to dote on his s/o, not necessarily with gifts, but always doing things for them. (”here, you’re tense, let me rub your shoulders”, “oh, i already did the laundry”, “let me carry in the groceries for you” etc)
his love language is words, he likes to be reassured and told that he’s loved (he’s not insecure, it just makes him feel loved when he’s told)
besides dragons, he loves owls, always found them fascinating
he’s totally hung as fuck, meaning he’s got a big dick bby
he can bake really well (he liked to help in the kitchen when he was younger) and his bread is to die for
he’s not outgoing, but he’s not an introvert, he’s in that grey area in between, but if given the choice he would much rather do something at home than go out
he would def love to work out with his s/o
really good with first-aid!!! if you get hurt, he is the best to go to
loves spicy food, escpecially indian food
Sirius Black Headcanons: (regular headcanons mixed with how he would be with an s/o)
he’s the type that acted out as a kid because he didn’t get enough love/affection/attention from his parents (because regulus started showing signs of a perfect pureblood young)
he’s shorter than remus, but the same height as james at 5′11″
i see him strictly as a top, or a very dominant switch
besides that, i believe he would see his partner as a complete equal
pansexual all the way
i believe he was like harry in the sense his mother cut his hair rather short once when he was younger and it grew back the same day. his parents never tried to cut his hair again
really good with his hands and can fix practically anything you give him, jewelry box, book bag etc. (he doesn’t use magic)
when he was introduced to the muggle world through lily, he was really interested in studying different religions, just because he found it so moving and profound
surprisingly he was wonderful in astronomy
loves to give his s/o pet names, especially the ones that gets a blush in response
^ with that, he would totally be the type to want to tease his s/o all the time, just because he likes the reactions he gets
and totally loves to boss his s/o around in bed (not in a dom or bsdm type of way, just likes to be in charge)
Fred Weasley Headcanons: (regular headcanons mixed with how he would be with an s/o)
one of the small differences between him and his twin, his eyes are bluer than george
with being the more outgoing twin, he’s a bit blunter with his words and doesn’t think of how harsh he can sometimes sound
he’s secretly really good at drawing, his care for magical creatures sketches are the best in his class (hagrid would always praise him over them)
tol (6′0″) and wide shoulders (and not lanky, but slim)
he still has a knit blanket his mom knit for him when he was a toddler (he keeps it under his pillow)
100% bi af (and a total charmer of both guys and gals)
but when presented with someone he actually likes, he’s a nervous wreck
he’s the type to need an s/o to mellow him out a bit
if he was an anime character, he would be the one that gives the audience all the fanservice they want
he’d help you hide a dead body without asking questions
he’s all for pda with his s/o, especially ass-slaps in front of as many people as possible
(secretly super possessive)
not too interested in the muggle world, thinks it’s neat but prefers the wizarding world
George Weasley Headcanons: (regular headcanons mixed with how he would be with an s/o)
his eyes are more hazel than fred’s and he is ½ an inch taller than fred
even though they are both pretty loud and confident, george is the own who isn’t as blunt or straight forward but he is 100% just as impulsive
chaotic bi
he’s also the type to tease his s/o all the time and knows that it’s annoying
he could be considered emotional, but doesn’t let it show on his face if he’s hurt or upset, he would much rather deal with that when he’s alone to sort out his emotions
he secretly thinks that molly mixed them up so much growing up that he may actually be fred
loves fairytales
vanilla baby, he would be too shy in bed to do anything more than missionary, until his s/o suggests something different and then he is all for it
he’s really good with kids
he and fred tried out for the quidditch team in an “ehh what could happen?” and didn’t expect to make the team, but is really proud that they did!
harry introduced him to video games post-war and he fell in love
he takes critism well, you just need to give him some time to process it correctly so he isn’t brash
#ask#harry potter#charlie weasley#fred weasley#george weasley#sirius black#headcanon#headcanons#hp#thank u for asking ;))))
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for breaking could you do a part 2 where it’s a happy ending for the reader, she gets her happy ending without james
ofc! do you guys want her to end up with anyone in particular or just an oc?
lmk 🙏
#james potter x you#james fleamont potter#indian james#desi james#james potter drabble#james potter oneshot#james potter x reader#james potter#james potter angst#ex!james potter#x reader#marauders x reader#marauders era#the marauders#marauders
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I missing something James x fem!reader angst fic right now. No happy ends just something that makes me wanna cry, uk? I wanna suffer and that's all.
Something like "my boyfriend is James potter but, sometimes, I fell like I not enough for him" and then sometime really bad happened that involves Lily. Maybe he forgot a date with the reader because of Lily, or James says something like "Lily would never do it!" And the reader "then go date her! Make her ur girlfriend!" And he was like "I really should do it instead date u!" And James regrets at the same time. Is it a little cliche? Maybe. But this time, I want a really sad end instead a happy end
It’s a bit different but I hope you like it! click here
#james potter x you#james fleamont potter#james potter fluff#desi james#indian james#james potter drabble#james potter oneshot#james potter x reader#james potter#james potter angst#james potter x lily evans#jily#harry potter#marauders x reader#marauders era#the marauders#marauders
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distance makes the heart grow fonder
sirius black x indian!fem!reader
warnings: tooth rotting fluff, mentions of injuries, crying james, angst(?)
a/n: hi everyone, sorry this took so long for me to get out, i’ve been sick and then i got my period and then i was just stacked with so much work from uni! it really was a nightmare but i hope you’re all doing well!
when sirius black stumbled through james potters fireplace with blood and cuts all over him, you could say james was in shock. his best friend of nearly 6 years was in a horrible state and he wasn’t sure if he was going to make it. crying out for his parents they immediately apparated to st mungos where they knew sirius would be able to get the help he needed.
as james paced back and forth outside of the operating theatre where they had six medi-witches tending to sirius, james swallowed the lump in his throat as he picked up the phone down the hall to call y/n, he knew she needed to know what had happened to sirius.
through teary gasps and stumbling words james was able to tell y/n that sirius was at st mungos in horrible condition, after consoling her best friend she rushed to her car and drove unexplainably fast to get to sirius, she couldn’t help herself but pray on her way there that everything would be okay.
as she stumbled through st mungos only stoping to catch her breath outside of sirius’ door she pushes her way in where james and euphemia are sitting next to sirius’ beds with red rimmed eyes and swollen faces.
james and effie smile sadly at her before they give her a quick hug and some privacy with her lover.
“oh sweetheart” y/n murmurs as she cups sirius’ cheek and closes her eyes. she sinks to her knees and holds sirius’ hands and starts to pray for him, her hymn floods through the halls of st mungos and the potter family can’t help but feel the tears stream down their faces as the pain in y/n’s voice breaks their hearts.
the medi-witches stand in solidarity outside the door of sirius’ room and can’t help but notice that sirius’ vitals seem to be improving and that his face seems to be twitching almost like he’s trying to wake up.
“y-y/n” his voice rasps and y/n can’t help but look up in shock and delight as his dark eyes seem to squint looking for her. she tugs his hand and his pout vanishes to be replaced by a tired smile as he locks eyes with her.
“my darling boy” she murmurs as she cups his face again, “what would i have done without you? you are the air in my lungs and the blood in my veins, never would i be able to live without you” she whispers as she thanks lord krishna for bringing her lover back to her.
“they called you unspeakable names butterfly, i couldn’t stand there and listen to them disrespect you because of your blood purity” he smiles weakly and she can’t help but fall further in love with him.
“your soul is the most beautiful thing about you, sirius orion black” she leans forward to press a gentle kiss on his forehead and his face blushes automatically.
she moves to sit on the chair next to sirius’ bed but he grasps her wrists and pulls her closer.
“lay with me please butterfly, i need to know you’re here with me”
she can’t help but feel her heart flutter and she gently cuddles next to him and hums a soft hymn to lull him to sleep, this time her voice is soft and filled with adoration for her beloved.
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could you please write one with James or Remus or sirius and Indian specifically Bengali reader. Fluff or angst. Friends to lovers????
love saves all
james potter x indian!fem!reader
summary: james has been in love with you forever, he can’t stand to see you with someone else
warnings: fluff, minor mentions of injuries
a/n: hi lover! thank you for the request, i’m not bengali and i didn’t want to write something that could possibly offend the bengali community however i did try and incorporate indian culture because i’m tamil (telegu) so i hope you enjoy this! if you don’t let me know 💗
the sun shone down on your brown skin as you made your way through the forbidden forest after one of remus’ transformations. you could feel the fatigue hitting you now and you knew that you needed a nap before even attempting to go to any of your classes.
you knew you would be excused considering minnie and dumbledore both knew of remus’ transformations and that you guys would help, however they were unaware of you all becoming illegal animagi.
as you watched sirius and james make their way to the hospital wing where they laid moony on one of the free beds you took a damp washcloth and softly ran it over remus’ new scars over his face.
he softly winced and for each wince you muttered a small apology.
“if i knew i’d have y/n/n doting on me when i got hurt maybe i’d get hurt more often” sirius teased and you couldn’t help but smile before flicking his forehead.
“if you got hurt, i’d let you bleed out padfoot” you smiled sweetly at him and you could hear james snort to the left of you.
once madam pomfrey had come to help remus you all made your way to the boys dorms where you decided to lay down for a bit.
“y/n, do you want to come lay down with me?” you heard sirius ask before a loud oomph was heard as he fell of his bed or more correctly speaking he was pushed by a certain raven haired boy with glasses.
“i’ll come lay down in a minute, i’m going back to my dorm to do some prayers for rem” you state, getting up before making your way to the door.
you hear hurried footsteps behind you and you turn around to face a sheepish looking james.
“can i come with you?” he mutters before rubbing the back of his neck.
“of course you can jamie”
you both walk hand in hand to your dorm where you take off your shoes outside and kneel in front of your shiva statue.
you light your lamp and relight some agarbatti that had finished through the night.
you feel james kneel next to you and you look at him with a smile. he looks confused in a sort of cute puppy way.
you show him the correct motions and pray with him before putting ash on his forehead.
you sit in silence for a few moments before you peek open an eye to look at him.
he looks so serene, happy and at peace in front you of you that you can’t help but smile.
he cracks open one of his eyes to shoot you a smile before motioning his head forward telling you to pay attention
you muffle a laugh before you finish off your prayer and make your way back to the dorm before cleaning up.
as you both lay down in james’ bed after sirius had gotten bored of teasing you two, you draw circles on his chest and you can feel him smile down at you.
“hey y/n/n? what do you thinks gonna happen to us in the future?” he asks albeit curious to what your answer would be.
“my parents are looking for potential suitors i guess, it’s odd for me to be of age and not be
betrothed to someone already, i guess hogwarts could only buy me so much time”
“betrothed? you mean engaged?”
you hum and you can feel him tense under you, you weren’t particularly happy about the circumstances either but there was only little you could do against your parents.
“w-what if we got married?” james fleamont potter never stuttered. especially when talking to girls.
“james you know that can’t happen, what about lily? you’ve been chasing her for years..”
you feel him shift so he’s sitting up and he lifts your face to face his.
“lily was always a distraction for me y/n, i never thought you would like me - i still don’t think you do- but i won’t be able to live with myself if i let you get married to someone else without knowing how i feel about you”
your eyes well with tears and you can feel your heart thudding against your rib cage.
“you like me?”
he smiles almost amused by your lack of composure before his eyes fill with love and affection.
“like? i’ve been in love with you since the day we met y/n”
you can’t contain yourself for some reason and as tears escape your eyes you slowly lift your hand to james’ face and place your lips on his.
“i have been waiting for you to say that since 5th year james.”
“oh-“ he flushes in embarrassment.
“okay okay we get it, you two love each other BUT FOR THE LOVE OF MERLIN PLEASE GO TO SLEEP ITS 6AM”
you and james snicker to yourselves as you go back to cuddling as sirius’ sleepy snored fill the room once again.
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can you please do one with Indian reader and Indian James waltzing on main agar kahoon?? They're bestfriends who Love eachother romantically and kinda steamy and while they are dancing everyone is just looking at them in aw
main agar kahoon
indian!james potter x indian!fem!reader
word count: 762
a/n: ty for this request i rlly enjoyed writing this, i love giving representation to our desi girls
James Potter was well known in the desi wizarding community not only because of the wealth that the Potters had maintained throughout the wizarding ages but also because he was one of the most sought-after bachelors by the Indian mothers in Britain however only one girl ever captured his eyes. James had known you since your family moved next to his family when he was only 3 years old. Ever since you both had become fast friends, bonding over your shared heritage and constantly never having anyone around your ages at family functions and prayers you attended.
This year you had both attended the Potter’s annual ball they held, and upon Aunty Effie’s insistence it was going to be a cultural ball which meant you and James had both shown up together in ethnic wear. Showing up in a blue lehenga you stood out amongst most of your friends and in James’ eyes you stood out in front of everyone, he could never really wrap his head around the idea that you truly were his girl. James wore, in your opinion, an extremely well fitted black kurta which showed his assets off well.
You arrived with your parents and once they left to say hi to everyone they hadn’t seen since the last ball you made your way to your boyfriend and his friends who were dressed in more modern clothes such as tuxes and dresses. James’ eyes basically resembled hearts as you walked up to him and before you could reach them, he had bent down to press a kiss on your cheek. Saying hello to all of your friends they all complimented your outfit and makeup whilst James stood off smiling happy to show you off to both of your friends.
As Euphemia and Fleamont welcomed everyone to the ball they announced that the family would soon open with a waltz which was an annual tradition. You were always excited to participate ever since you and James first met, normally it would only be Euphemia and Fleamont dancing with little James standing in the middle of them, however since James had met you, he would continuously invite you to dance and you two would twirl and sway in the middle while Effie and Monty danced around you two. That changed after Sirius and Regulus ran away, you would normally slow dance with Reg while James and Sirius swayed in the middle looking like idiots, but you knew they wouldn’t have it any other way. Slowly as years passed the ballroom grew bigger for everyone to fit.
This year was no different as it would now be Effie and Monty, you and James, Sirius and Remus and Regulus and Barty. The opening chords of the song started and you and James both excitedly looked at each other, you had both watched Om Shanti Om more times than you could count, and you could not wait to dance to the song.
James slowly led you to the dance floor and you both took your positions as you waited for the song to start. James gazed into your eyes as the song started and you both floated effortlessly around one another, twirly in synchronised harmony and steps in perfect time all without looking away from each other. Soon sounds in the background had faded away and it was only you and James in the moment as he mouthed the words to you.
Out of the corner of your eye you had seen some of the family step off of the dance floor to watch you and James and some part of you wanted to stop dancing completely out of embarrassment however almost as if James knew what you were thinking he moved his hand from your shoulder to your chin to make you look at him, his blinding smile alone had quelled any anxiety bubbling in your chest. As the song picked up again you both continued to dance whilst hearing your friends softly cheering you both on any time you passed them, you were sure your feet were going to hurt after this but in the moment all you could see was the sun, its beautiful rays basking you in sunlight and warmth.
As you felt the song ending, James and you slowed down before he twirled and dipped you as the big finale before ending it with a kiss. You could hear claps and cheers around the both of you before you both pulled away to look at your friends and family who looked so softly at the both of you.
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JAMES POTTER FICS
“a slice of heaven”(fluff)
“please don’t cry, i’ve always hated it when you cry”(angst, fluff)
love saves all (fluff, indian!reader)
vanilla flavored love (fluff)
main agar kahoon (fluff, indian!fem!reader)
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