#lily evans meet-cute
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I think I like you (I hope you do too)
Lily Evans x Fem!Reader
a/n: first fic!!! pls be kind :) the title is from your text by sundial.
c/w: die joke, swearing. (lmk if i missed something)
You stared at the man with undisguised incredulity. “800 pounds? Are you kidding me? I thought we agreed on 500?” Trevor - or perhaps Troy rolled his eyes at you derisively. He probably thought he was being subtle - that stupid prick.
“It's just how it is, Miss. Moving stuff inside the 'ouse? Well, that's gonna cost you a bit extra, innit? Wouldn't want you gettin' in over your 'ead now, would we?" he jeered at you. His twin, Trevor, you identified from his tag, snickered stupidly at that. The universe was really testing your patience today.
"Seriously? It would've been decent to tell me upfront that moving stuff indoors meant extra charges. This is ridiculous." Trevor turned to you then, all six feet of him tensed and towering over you. "Miss, it ain't on us. You got a problem with it, you take it up with the higher ups. Give us our dosh, we've got other bits to be getting on with." With a sigh you handed over the cash, regretting the choice of passing on your friends’ offers to help you with the move.
With another sigh, you turned back to the big mess in front of you, your hands resting on your hips, visibly expressing the exhaustion you were already feeling. This had seemed like such an exciting idea at first, having your own space all to yourself. The independence and freedom that you had anticipated was certainly there and you were definitely feeling it now. Having to arrange all this furniture by yourself …… very exciting.
You let out a third sigh and felt the weariness seep into your bones. This was going to be a very long day. You took a step toward the covered couch - ready to begin settling into this new place, which would hopefully become your home.
Suddenly, you were ambushed by a lasso which was thrown at your legs with murderous intent. The lasso then purred and you died ….. due to the lasso’s cuteness. “Hello, kitty! Oh, you’re so precious”, you cooed. The cat (not lasso) meowed up at you, rubbing against your shins. “What’s your name, buddy?” you murmured softly, picking it up and settling it in your arms. The only response you received was another meow, and a curious paw on your face. Noticing your open door, you walked towards it, all the while, gently scratching the cat behind its ears. “You seem like such a distinguished member of the society. Oh, is that where you came from?” you wondered to yourself, noticing another open door down the hallway. “And you’re my new neighbour too, it’s so sweet of you to welcome me like that, kitty.” you giggled, shutting your door carefully. “Let's get you back to your owner, shall we?” You walked up to the threshold of your neighbour’s house and knocked on the open door.
Just then, ‘Kitty’, as you had begun to call the cat in your head, jumped down from your arms and ran inside — towards the kitchen, you assumed. Standing on your neighbour’s doorstep awkwardly with no apparent reason was definitely not on your agenda for the day but before you could say or do anything, a figure emerged from said kitchen, you assumed again. Following that, your heart skipped around five or at least two beats.
Standing in front of you was probably the most gorgeous woman you had ever seen. Her red curls were tied up in a top bun and there was a smudge of flour across her left cheek. And she was saying something — to you. “— hall?” She asked, with a curious gaze fixed on you.
“Huh? Sorry — I didn’t hear that, I was - I was thinking something else, sorry” you felt heat rise to your cheeks.
At this, a teasing smile spread on her lips. She replied with a playful lilt to her tone "I said, I hope Crookshanks didn't give you any grief, darlin', and I was wonderin' if you're the new neighbour down the hall."
“Oh yes, I am.’’ you replied hurriedly. “I’m in 403. Which you probably already know, cus' of all the noise.” Then you registered her previous statement. “Oh, wait — his name is Crookshanks? That’s such a cute name! How old is he?”
“He’s four!” she replied eagerly. “He’s Himalayan. And I’m Lily Evans. What’s your name, love?” she asked, walking up to you.
It was so hard not to stare at her — she was radiant, and you realised with a start that your palms were sweaty as hell. Quickly wiping them on the back of your thighs, you extended your right hand forward as you told her your name — mostly so that you would have something to do with them, but also because she was just so pretty. Although you didn’t want to be a creep, her hands looked so soft. You realised too late that they also looked dusty. The apologetic smile on her face just made you want to cringe even more.
"I'm terribly sorry. I was actually just whipping up some cookie dough for your welcome biscuits. Seems I've spoiled the surprise, haven't I? But I do hope you're rather fond of chocolate chip! It's one of my specialties, you know." she winked.
In your opinion, if you fainted, at that moment, it would be completely valid. The little nicknames, the supposed flirting (you hoped), and that wink? It was a surprise you were still standing straight. It took you a few seconds to find your voice again. “Oh, you didn’t have to, you know? But also thanks a lot. Crookshanks and his owner both definitely know how to give a warm welcome.” That was brave. And also slightly lame, in your opinion. But it seemed to have its desired effect or so you thought, judging by the slight twinkle in Lily’s eyes. Her body language shifted. She leaned in a bit closer and hummed playfully. "Looks like I owe thanks to my mate for leaving the door ajar as he left. Annoying as bloody hell, but it seems to have finally come in handy."
You quirked a smile at that, hoping her close proximity didn’t mean she could feel the heat emanating off of your face. “Looks like you do, I guess. Anyway, I should get going. I’ve still got a shit ton of stuff to do and not enough time. I’ll see you — and Crookshanks, later though?” Judging by the way her smile seemed to soften around the edges, she definitely caught the hopeful tone at the end of your sentence. “Yes, you will. Fancy joining me for dinner tonight? I'm not exactly a master chef, but I reckon the gas ain't sorted yet at your place, love.” this time, her tone was quieter and she was looking directly into your eyes with a small smile. You shifted your weight to the other leg and looked to the floor, considering it. Was this a date? You desperately wanted it to be, but what if something went wrong? Then you would have to live next to her with that and it would be awkward as hell. Looking back up at her, you saw that she was waiting patiently for you to respond, and you decided to give it a shot. What will happen, will happen, right?
“Sure.” you replied, hoping your voice didn’t betray the conflict you had felt. “I’d love that.” She smiled brightly and clapped her hands together, leading to a small cloud of flour enveloping the both of you. At that she grinned sheepishly and whispered “Sorry.” Guess you weren’t the only nervous one, after all."I'll see you after you're done with work, love. Just give me a shout, yeah? I’ll be waitin’."
And with that, you left for your own flat, and the big mess that awaited you. You knew the nerves of the date — was it? — would power you to get through a majority of the work. A giddy smile on your face, you began with the Herculean tasks.
And if the exhaustion of the day seemed like a good excuse to sit a bit too close to each other on Lily’s couch while watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine after eating slightly overcooked pasta, who were you to object to that?
i hope you enjoyed it! leave a comment :) special thanks to @mxssingmemories for being an absolute angel 💖
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If the face fits
Jily meet cute! ....well, this might be a meet ugly, but it's all I can think of. Based on a video I saw a while back, and I'll try to post it if I find it again.
NSFW below the cut.
Lily hates the first day at a new gym.
Trying out a new gym is always a bit uncomfortable. There are rules and expectations that are common across every gym, of course, but each one has its own culture that you really can’t know until you walk in the door. What is the flow around the equipment? What is the acceptable time on a machine? Where is the best vantage point to check out the gym hotties?
Lily despises walking in without knowing what to expect, but she and Mary moved to this city a month ago, and running outside is only going to get her by for so long. She needs some actual gym equipment. So, she’s braving gym visits.
This one, Marauders Fitness (“We solemnly swear to get you swole!”) caught her eye. It’s run by four guys, each of whom are sexy in that sweaty-abs-on-display sort of way, if you’re someone who is into that sort of thing. (Lily… Lily was into that sort of thing). They offered a three-day visit pass, and this is Lily’s first day.
She is already feeling the distinct exhaustion in her underused muscle, knowing that she’ll be deliciously sore tomorrow. All she needs is to lift some weights, and she’ll be done.
She pulls out her phone to text Mary, who is stuck at work, as she sits down on the weight bench. Only, she doesn’t actually sit on the bench.
Lily turns to look and jumps up again, just in time to see a guy with messy hair sit up from where he had laid down on the bench. “Oh, oh my god. I’m so–”
She turns and runs. There’s really no other solution now, right? As much as she liked this gym, she can never, ever return. She honestly debates leaving her bag in the locker room, until she realizes her keys are in there, and she doubles back for it.
“Hey, wait a minute!”
She turns to see Mr. Messy Hair coming after her, jogging to catch up. “Nope, sorry. I have, um, an urgent appointment somewhere else. Across town. I have to go.”
“You can’t go yet,” he says, walking beside her as she continues toward the locker room.
“Yes, I can. Can’t be helped, must go.” She tries to walk a little faster, but this guy is tall and his long legs take big strides.
“Well, before you run out, at least give me your name and number.” He looks down at her with a smirk, and she pretends it doesn’t make her stomach swoop. “You wouldn’t just sit on my face and run, would you?”
Lily groans. “You did not just use that line.”
He laughs, and it’s such a full, happy sound. “It’s terrible, I know, but you can’t blame me. It’s like a once in a lifetime kind of a line.”
“Listen, about that, I’m really sorry–”
“NOPE!” He smiles as he cuts her off. “You don’t get to apologize for that. I think we were both a little at fault for that one, so if you apologize, I’m going to have to apologize, then you’ll think you have to apologize, and we’ll be stuck in a playback loop.”
Lily scoffs. “Maybe, but only one of us sat on the other’s face.”
“You’re really going to make me say it, aren’t you?” He crosses his arms over his chest, a playful tug to his lips.
“Say what?”
He leans in, like he’s sharing a secret. “I really didn’t mind it that much.”
Lily feels herself flush. “I really have to go.”
“No, come on. You didn’t even finish your workout!” He gestures back at the gym. “Why don’t you finish? I can help if you want.”
She narrows her eyes at him. “Was that another double entendre?”
His eyes go wide. “No. I mean, not intentionally. I just meant–” He sighs. “At least tell me you’ll come back?”
Lily laughs, and there’s a hysterical note to it. “No, absolutely not.”
“What if I throw in free personal trainer services?”
She glares at him. “Do these services involve you laying on my weight bench?”
“No, I promise.” He waves over her shoulder. “I’ll even set it up with Sirius so you don’t have to deal with me.”
She looks over her shoulder at three guys who are still standing by The Weight Bench (an incident like that deserves a Proper Title), grinning like they enjoy watching this train wreck. One of them–Sirius, presumably–waves back.
It’s only then that the realization lands hard in her stomach. She’s seen this guy before. All of them. “Oh my god. You’re the owner?” She walks past him, a bit in a daze. “I just sat on the gym owner’s face.”
“It was a new experience for me, too.” He follows her as she walks back toward the locker room. “I’m James, by the way.”
“Lily,” she says, but she’s hardly paying attention.
“Are you still going to leave, Lily?”
A hysterical bubble of laughter pops out. “I should. I should move all the way back to my parents’ house and climb under my Barbie blanket and just give up.”
“You could,” James says. “Or there’s another option and–I might be a bit biased, but I think it’s a better option.”
“What’s that?” she asks, turning to face him.
“Go on a date with me?” He’s really very cute when he smiles, glasses a little lopsided (that might be her fault) and a crooked grin. He holds his hands up in surrender. “Face sitting optional.”
Lily laughs. She can’t help it; it’s just the most ridiculous thing to ever happen in her life. She holds up a finger. “One condition.”
“Anything,” he says.
“Please stop mentioning face sitting.”
#jily#james potter#lily evans#meet cute#meet ugly#they met and now they're going to fall in love#face sitting optional#snitchwrites
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JILY WEEK DAY 5: MEET CUTE
As you can see, I'm really trying to post something once a day for @thegobletofweasleys' Jily Week. I whipped this one up whilst on a plane today. And yes, there's some thematic similarities to london is lonely...
Here I present... Presumptuous.
"This time around, it made me unexpectedly sad and then…"
Lily flipped the page of her recently checked out library book only to discover a in-flight drink napkin.
Weird, how’d that gotten in there?
Lily pulled the napkin from between the seams and set it down on her tray table, where it ought to have remained. Except, it wasn’t an in-flight drink napkin for American Airlines (the airline she was currently flying), but rather an in-flight drink napkin for United Airlines (an airline Lily actively avoided flying). And on said in-flight drink napkin, in much nicer writing than Lily could ever hope to produce herself, was a brief note.
Emma,
This might be incredibly presumptuous, but I thought we had some great conversation earlier and would love to continue it when we’re both back in LA. Here’s my number 310-555-7845.
-James
Lily quietly gasped. She didn’t think this sort of thing happened anymore. Obviously, the note wasn’t for her, but all the same it was rather exciting. She wondered what had happened. Had Emma ever contacted James? Or had James misinterpreted the whole thing and Emma simply shoved it into her library book never to be seen again (well, until Lily checked out the same book)? The possibilities were endless and Lily so desperately wanted to know. Maybe she knew this James. Or maybe she knew Emma. Or had a friend of a friend. Was it worth buying the in-flight wifi just to check social media? James had left his phone number, there were probably ways to track him down, right?
As it turns out, it is actually very difficult to find someone online with just their phone number. Googling was absolutely no help, nor was Instagram. Lily didn’t even bother with Facebook. She did, however, send a few texts to her LA born-and-raised friends to see if they recognized the number (perhaps they had gone to elementary school with this James fellow).
No one had.
Any normal person at this point would have appreciated the surreal connection that library books can bring to strangers and move on.
Not Lily.
As the plane bumped along the runway, Lily began to compose a text.
Lily Evans: This text is incredibly presumptuous, seeing as I am not Emma, but I just found this in my library book and just wanted to say how incredibly romantic I thought it was. Wishing you and Emma all the best ! xx Lily
Lily Evans: *Photo of James’ in-flight napkin note*
James Potter: hello library book comrade lily! how are you enjoying romantic comedy by curtis sittenfeld, by the way? were you as annoyed as I was that she thought danny was gen-z, when he is clearly a millenial??? just me??? I am however sorry to report that not only are emma and I not living happily ever after, but I actually never plucked up the courage to pass the note.
Lily Evans: Oh noooooo ! I guess romance is really and truly dead then. No, that thing about Danny annoyed me too, I’m still only half-way through, so no spoilers yet!
James Potter: wow, if i’d known the stakes I would have passed the napkin. as for spoilers, my lips are sealed. but please let me know when you’ve finished, would love to hear your thoughts :)
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For @thegobletofweasleys Jily week!! August 4th - meet cute AU
Lily Evans’ plan was to survive her sister’s destination wedding and rush back to her busy life in London, but a slight lapse in judgement and a chance encounter with a bloke who planned to escape his own London life might change everything.
Lily stared at the large expanse of water in despair. The waves were lightly tickling her ankles and under other circumstances she would have enjoyed the peaceful silence of the early morning, but now she was too busy scanning the crystalline waters for a glimpse of dark velvet to appreciate it. But she thought it was understandable when her life depended on it, because if her sister ever found out that she’d lost her wedding rings she would kill her.
Keep reading part 1 of The Summer I feel in Love here
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(I missed half of @thegobletofweasleys fantastic jilyweek2023 because I was on holiday, shhhh, no one will notice that this is very late...)
4th August - Meet Cute AU
To Be Beside the Seaside, in which Lily thinks she's hearing things on a Devon beach one hot summer's day.
Read on AO3 -- Read the others in the collection.
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Going Dutch
@jilymicrofics
Prompt: sour, words: 188
Lily preferred fruit to a large cooked breakfast; small and fresh and just enough to power her through to lunch.
James was a beans on toast person, and an apple for the road—a green one. Green and sour and crisp; perfect for a keen spring morning such as this.
Two oceans, one of red and one of green, swarmed strict sides of the Great Hall. A commingling of ill-bred chants, whispers of good luck, and illegal banner waving.
A singular green apple sat idle on a platter. Two hands reached for it at once. Fingers brushed. Green eyes locked with hazel ones shrouded by horn-rimmed glasses.
“Whoops. You have it,” said Lily.
James smiled at her. “All yours.”
“Please.” She gestured to the fruit. “Can’t have you falling off your broomstick. McGonagall would throttle me.”
James appeared to consider this for a moment before swiping it up, and snapping it in two.
Lily’s eyes widened as he passed one piece—the larger one—to her.
“Catcha,” he said, then waltzed out of the the great wooden doors.
“Good luck,” Lily called after his billowing maroon flying robes.
read on AO3
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Jily Week: Day 5 - Meet Cute
Written for @thegobletofweasleys’ Jily Week
A small snippet from Chapter 2 of Going Downhill With You
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Lily feels overwhelmed at the party, it’s a natural tendency for her to feel this way around myriads of people she doesn’t know. It doesn’t help either that she is dressed up modestly as Tigger from Winnie The Pooh, whereas most of people are wearing sexy animal costumes.
She should’ve went costume shopping, but alas, most of her time this week was spent dealing with Petunia, and now, she is clad in a costume she wore three years ago at Aunt Murial’s granddaughter’s animal-themed party. She didn't like the costume then and she doesn't like it now.
Rather than looking for her group of friends, Lily opts to go to the kitchen to indulge in some ice cream cake that Sirius had promised her earlier.
In the kitchen, she finds a tall, broad-shouldered, corporately dressed dude eating a slice of her cake. Who does he think he is, she gasps, eating her Rocky Road Ice Cream cake. Being tipsy doesn’t help quell her aggravation.
“Hey, Mister,” she screams, as she moves towards Corporate Dude, Cake Stealer Extraordinaire, “that’s my cake”, she pokes at his chest. He is clearly startled by her presence but doesn’t make a show.
“Doesn't have your name on it, Miss Tigger”, Corporate Dude says, looking at Lily’s fingers on his chest. "I was promised this small ice cream cake as a bribe to attend this party". That Sirius, what a cunning dog, Lily thinks to herself.
Her aura around him shrinks a little at this newly shared information and she moves slightly away from him, feeling remorseful for the way she shouted at him, “Oh, it seems that I was told the same, we’ve been tricked”.
"Two birds, one stone policy"
"We should do something about it", Lily suggests.
"Seek revenge, pull a prank, maybe?"
"I am in"
A mischievous grin plays on Corporate Dude's face and he reaches out his hand for her to shake; a truce to seek vengeance. Lily shakes his hand happily.
It’s at this moment Lily takes a second to look at him clearly, and she is struck by how handsome Corporate Dude, Cake Stealer Extraordinaire is. Hazel eyes, chiseled jawline, warm smile, a singular dimple on his left cheek; the kind of beauty that is easy to soak in, like sunshine on a breezy day.
“Your glasses are slightly askew, may I ?”, she asks.
He nods simply, gazing at her intently (or her costume).
She moves closer and her breath hitches slightly at their close proximity. She feels as though he does the same. She raises to her tiptoes to fix his frames. “There, looks better now”. There’s inexplicable electricity that flows between them, a kind that Lily wants to explore. The overwhelming sensation that Lily felt mere minutes ago is nowhere in sight.
“Thanks for the help and sorry again for earlier”, he mumbles. He cards his dark unkempt locks with his hand.
“What are you dressed up as? ”, she asks to ease the tension between them.
“James”, he mimics James Bond’s accent.
“James Bond?”, she surmises cheekily.
“James Potter”, he answers, his bashfulness now replaced by a grin.
Shit. He is Sirius’ brother, you idiot.
#jily fic#jily#jily week 2023#jily week#meet cute#writerblr#lily evans#james potter#muggle au#self indulgence at its finest
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new fic: scarborough fair
lilylene, 1.9k words - fluff
Summary: at the local scarborough town fair, marlene meets a beautiful woman named lily selling garden-grown herbs and vegetables. / when she gets home later that day, she can still smell the scent of herbs from lily’s hair.
#fic writing#fanfic#new fic#wlw#fluff#lesbian fluff#writing#hp marauders#lily evans#marlene mckinnon#sapphic#sapphic fiction#meet cute#sweet
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kiss his face with an uppercut
smutty part 2 here-> heavy hitter
words: 4k
summary: james potter is so attractive you could beat him to death with a bludger. james potter x fem!beater!reader not from gryffindor (for the plot!!)
warnings: none! james gets physically hurt multiple times by reader, multiple innuendos, enemies to lovers kinda, less serious lovey dove more sexual tension!!! probably not accurate quidditch gameplay
a/n: sorry for the hold up guys this took almost a month of on and off editing lmfao— this whole oneshot makes me think of the filipino word ‘gigil’– simply translating to cuteness aggression; i barely know jack shit about sports much less quidditch but this concept had me looking up quidditch rules to be able to provide– eat up kids
Y/S- sibling name
Y/H- house
(posted & edited 10/10/23)
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Oh BROTHER, this guy STINKS! I mean, how has he not gotten walloped at least once during this godforsaken game? You suck your teeth at the sight of James flying around the pitch blowing kisses to his fan club and Lily Evans, who turns her nose up at the sight of him.
Merlin, when will this game end?
The Hogwarts Quidditch Semi-Finals of 1977 was a game to watch… until both teams stopped scoring what seemed like hours ago. Both Gryffindor & (Y/H) were at a stalemate, down some players due to injury and now, even lower team morale. Gryffindor team captain and chaser James Potter, notorious Marauder, and resident flirt, is not someone who likes to lose. He’s spent all season drilling his teammates, memorizing plays, and thinking of every outcome possible to ensure another Gryffindor victory. James’ affinity to be right takes precedence over anything, after all. But after beating down almost all of (Y/H)’s reserves, James was almost vibrating with confidence. He really doesn’t lose, not if he can help it.
“AND ANOTHER (Y/H) IS DOWN WITH AN INJURY— Team captain Whithall calls for a timeout as they reconvene on what to do next! Hope you’re still comfy in the stands, folks….” the student announcer grumbles.
There’s absolute chaos on the field, and like birds scuffling over a piece of bread, (Y/S), the team’s last good beater is floating on a gurney, ready to be transported to the Hospital Wing.
“Oh, here comes trouble…” Sirius murmurs, smacking James on the back to grab his attention.
You jump down from the stands to check on (Y/S), and James is too busy reveling in the idea of winning the goddamn semi-finals that he doesn’t notice you putting Quidditch gear on.
“Easy win from here on out, Pads! The little lady’s just checking the damage. Not important,” he chortles before Sirius physically grabs his head to face the girl walking towards him, currently storming across the turf to meet him and his team.
“I’m subbing in,” you say, angry at how dirty Gryffindor’s been playing, and angry that you even have to play in (Y/S)’s stead.
“Sweetheart, this game is for serious, you know that right?” James says a bit dumbly with a furrowed brow. Both of you are head to head, and James sees the twitch in your eye as you cross your arms. Hot air is seeping out of your pores but James’s lip simply quirks up in intrigue. You’re someone he hasn’t noticed before, and the only thing running through his mind besides winning the game is that you’re really pretty. But then again, he’s always found angry women to be attractive, in retrospect.
“Yeah, for the actual cup, not…for Sirius… It’s the wrong time to joke, innit?” Sirius says to break the ice, noticing the palpable tension between your glares. Your faces are inches away from each other and he’s not sure if you two are going to fight or kiss, but it makes him grimace all the same.
“Who do you think (Y/S) practices with? Unlike you and your friends, I know when to take things seriously,” You say through gritted teeth.
“She’s legit, Potter. Got added to our reserves last week.” Whithall pipes up, ready to get back to the game. The crowd has been weathered down after hours of anticipation, and they want to see the end of it, no matter the outcome.
“Much to my surprise,” you grumble, elbowing the authority in the form of a teenage boy not much older than yourself. You should’ve known your sibling was looking a little too happy as they got floated off the pitch on a gurney.
“Then let’s play. Don’t hurt yourself, sweetheart.” James says condescendingly, floating away on his broomstick like it’s a walk in the park, but the way you’re slapping the bat against your palm is getting Sirius a tiny bit nervous for his precious countenance. The whistle blows and the game resumes.
“A SURPRISE ADDITION (Y/N) JOINS HER HOUSE AS BEATER! Gryffindor better watch out for her swi—” You slam the bludger in James’s direction and it hurtles toward him so fast that he almost folds in half, barrel-rolling on his broom to dodge it. The move makes Sirius and a few of their other teammates gasp to see James scrambling back onto his broom.
“Oops! Looks like I missed.” you deadpan, balancing midair as you whack another one where it rebounds off the Gryffindor seeker and back towards James, hitting both of them in the gut.
“THIS GIRL’S GOT AN ARM ON HER! Though might I say her hits look a bit targeted…” The commentator says worriedly, and everyone in the crowd is leaning in their seats trying to get a better view.
“Merlin, are you trying to kill me woman?” he yells in outrage.
“I’m trying to finish the game. Your big head is in the way,” you say with a straight face as Sirius bats towards you, and you spin on your broomstick without shifting your posture. The smile on your face as you taunt him should be considered criminal, but he’s looking at you in a new light.
Yeah, now he’s paying attention. The other Gryffindor players can’t seem to figure out your next move and you bat another bludger towards Potter’s extremely large target of a head, and all of a sudden he’s freefalling through the air as his teammates fly to catch him, one by one. His nose still makes impact with the ground before Sirius catches by the ankle like Achilles taking a dip in the River Styx.
“AND (Y/H) HAS CAPTURED THE SNITCH! Good job to their Seeker, Appleby! Congratulations on a job well done, so that we can all finally go home.” The commentator cringes as McGonagall swats at him to leave the podium.
Who even is she, taking over the game and stealing his win like that?
He’s walking up from the sidelines with a bloody nose, going to shake Whithall’s hand and you’re standing behind him, a malicious grin plastered between your rosy cheeks, windswept and almost ethereal while he looks like he got flattened by a hippogriff. Fuck, she’s pretty. You look like you floated down from the heavens, and by the looks his team gives him, he may have just crawled out of the earth.
“Congrats,” he grumbles, turning to you. Really pretty. It’s even worse that you’re devastatingly stunning up close— with sweat glistening on your brow and a pearly white smile, he takes a good moment to really look at you and memorize the flutter of your eyelashes. He’s unsure if he’s concussed or maybe it’s his astigmatism, but there are actual stars in his vision as he peers down at you. Your confidence is actually kind of sexy.
“You look…um…you ride well.” He stutters, shaking his head from his personal reverie.
“Excuse me?” you say, your little mouth agape in what he hopes is not disgust. He looks pathetic, blood sopping down to his jersey as he looks at you like he’s only seeing you for the first time, acknowledging you closely. Something about seeing him flail makes you crinkle your nose as you stifle a grin.
“I mean…Um…” Damn.
Sirius pulls his best friend away before you can bite back your laughter, all of your teammates leading you away to celebrate.
“Mate, what the shit was that? Are you alright in the head?” Sirius says, and if James’ nose wasn’t already bleeding he was going to slap him silly.
“Just…Didn’t see that coming…” he mumbles, and his mind, along with all of Gryffindor is in disarray as they walk back to their tower. He’s got a lot of thinking to do on what his next move will be.
—
James Potter goes through life in three methodical ways: 1.) creating a strategy, 2.) making a scene, 3.) and dragging his friends into it— in that particular order, every single time.
Now notice how considering consequences is not part of said process.
His ego wouldn’t let him rest after a girl, much less a very pretty one that he’d never noticed before—beat him at what he does best; quidditch! In fact, the next few nights were void of sleep and filled with thoughts of you. The way your hair looked so soft in the sunlight, how your lip turns almost Gryffindor red when you bite it in concentration, and maybe how your delicate hands would look as they tightly grasp onto his bat...ahem…your quidditch bat. Some dirty delusions aside, if looks could kill, he’d be dead seven times over, but honestly? He’d probably thank you for it.
James’ new mission was to figure you out, and if that was his mission, it meant it was the rest of the Marauders’ too. For the sake of winning the Cup, of course. That’s what he tries to tell himself until his mates catch him ogling you again at breakfast.
“So what is it with you and girls that inflict you nothing but pain and humiliation?” Remus muses, as the Marauders watch James laugh at a joke you told your friends at the (Y/H) table across the Great Hall. He looks at you like someone who stares at the sun, squinting and burning himself as he ponders on why he’s unable to look away.
James fumbles a response, shoving Remus as they all laugh. “Listen, I’ve got a bit of a masochistic streak, Moony. Just…There’s something about her…”
Your friends are pointing at him now, and as you turn to meet his eyes, you lift a brow inquisitively and flip him off. Sirius’s face pulls up in shock at James’s growing smile at the interaction as he mumbles, “Maybe you’ve met your match, Prongs…”
The boy pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, anything to try to see you clearer as he leans over to put his head in his hands, sighing dreamily. His friends are not as easily amused.
“A match made in heaven, you reckon?”
—
“Match made in hell, more like!” You spit, almost choking on your scrambled eggs at your friends’ insinuations. Your back is as stiff as a board, shoulders tight at the notion of you ever liking James Potter triggering your fight or flight response. When it comes to someone as pompous as him, only the word fight comes to mind.
“Oh come on, love… He’s popular, funny, and quite handsome…It’s James freaking Potter we’re talking about!” your roommate gushes, but you're not the least bit impressed.
“Is that supposed to do anything for me? I can think of a few F words that middle initial can stand for…” Eyes rolling, you peek back at the Gryffindor table to see said boy wiggling his fingers at you teasingly until he accidentally smacks Peter in the face with his toast. Idiot.
“Only hot people get away with stupid shit. I mean look at the four of them!” you continue, gulping down the rest of your coffee. “Potter’s the worst out of all of them though. Big ass head must compensate for a lot of things." You say, shaking your head at your friends.
"And yet, here you are, talking about him for the fourth time this morning," your roommate replies, smirking. " You’ve been Potter crazy since you helped us beat Gryffindor in the semi-finals! Are you sure you don't have a crush on him?"
"No!" you say too quickly, too loudly, that the shrill noise of your voice makes your ears hurt and the shit-eating grins on your friends’ faces reflect how desperate that came off. You slump onto the table, eyes rolling to the back of your head.
“You wanna kiss him, don’t you?” they tease, and you push away their puckering faces as you scoff, “With an uppercut, maybe!” Almost makes you want to stomp over there and wipe the stupid look off his face…and maybe sit on his lap. You run your fingers through your hair in frustration. All this aggression really needs to go somewhere, but unfortunately, James Potter’s lap is the only destination you have in mind.
“He’s just really punchable. I get so annoyed by the sight of him I just want to… ugh!” you groan, your hands shaking as you try to convince them (or yourself). Your friends cackle at the sight of you pretending to squeeze his curly-topped, mothball-filled head, but your brain changes course and you imagine what it’s like to hold his hand. Your fingers flex cautiously at the idea, wondering what his touch would feel like. Grabbing a glass of water to cool your thoughts, your peripherals reveal he’s still staring at you like you make night turn into day. His gaze is searing, and as you put your lips around your straw, he licks his lips slowly. Shit.
—
Availability bias is one hell of a mindfuck. If only they taught psychology at this magic school, maybe the wizarding world would have way fewer problems and more people would be straightforward and not.. Dead. James decides he can categorize his life now as before you, and after you.
Before you, well… he honestly wasn’t even sure if you were a student at Hogwarts until he saw you marching down the pitch, but now… You’re everywhere. He can spot your voice in a crowded hallway, and who was going to tell him you’ve had three classes with him this whole term? Even down to when he shuts his eyes, he’s convinced his eyelids are branded with the imprint of your silhouette. Every conversation he strikes with you ends with you laughing at him, and he’s unsure if that’s a step up or down from the many boisterous rejections from Lily Evans over the years. He sort of wishes you’d laugh with him, and do a number of other things, (heck he’s got a list of ideas he’s wanked off to), and well… His soul is tightly wound with thoughts of you and Godric, listen to this guy…. maybe the boys were right…. Maybe he really does need to get laid.
It’s funny how fate works, two people who’ve barely interacted in the past six years at Hogwarts are now paired together for a History of Magic essay worth 20% of the term grade. You’re trying to get this done as fast as possible, he notices, mapping out ideas and trying to discuss how to piece it all together, yet James does everything but that to get you to pay attention to him. He fills your head with mundane little questions, asking you what your favorite fruit is to the childhood bedtime story your parents told you as a kid.
“What’s your middle name, Potter?” You muse, finally entertaining him after endless chatter. His eyes trail to the exposed skin of your collarbones as you stretch in your seat, and well… you don’t look as menacing as you always do but did it seriously have to be this question? He scratches the back of his head, silent for the first time in the two hours you’ve been trying to craft this essay for the sake of both your grades.
“What? I can’t just go around calling you James Fucking Potter. Spit it out, you know too much about me already.”
He clears his throat, a blush creeping up his neck. “It’s… that’s an intimate question, love… I…”
Your laughter at his response makes his senses shut down. “Oh, so it’s bad. What is it, Franklin? Fabio? Come on, I won’t bite.” A part of him wishes you would, your face equally flushed and so close to him right now, almost leering at him for an answer. It’d be easy to just lean over…
“Fleamont.”
Your lips quirk, until they pucker like you’ve guzzled a lemon. The blush on your cheeks intensifies, and the sound explodes out of you. You laugh so loudly Madam Pince kicks you both out of the library, James carrying both your knapsacks, a hand around your waist as you rush out of there. Your body is firm under his touch, pupils unfocused and dilated looking at him now that you know his dirty little secret. James thinks that if you keep looking at him like that, hell, you can call him anything you want.
—
Fleamont.
What a prick. A really attractive, clueless prick. The memory makes you giggle as you get ready for the Quidditch Cup and your team charges out onto the field to face Gryffindor again, as you’ve both advanced to the finals. He’s not as much of an asshole as you originally thought. It’s undeniable that something pulls you towards him, whether it be hormones, concern, or the fact that it’s actually adorable the way he writes his mother back weekly, or admirable how he moved Sirius out of Black Manor himself last year. Maybe it’s endearing the way he goes out of his way to make first-years smile or heartwarming how even Filch can’t find reasons to hate him. The golden boy. You get it now, why people get trapped in his web, and why many are unwilling to leave.
You pass him outside the locker rooms, bumping shoulders as he smiles almost bashfully. The golden boy, loudmouth, ball of energy is reduced to a nervous pile of teenage ineptness at the sight of you, every time. You could take him (not in a fight). In an actual fight, maybe you could land a few solid hits before his nice muscly arms hold you do—
“Ready to finish this, darling?”
Your eyes refocus when his hand nudges the small of your back, right above your hip. “Mhmm,” you clear your throat, “Ready to lose, Potter?”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He moves closer, slowly backing you into the wall.
“Eyes on the prize Potter, I’m in this to win it.” You say, looking at the closing distance between both your chests. James nods, not taking his eyes off of you for a moment, even when the announcer calls out the imminent start of the game.
“WELCOME TO THE HOGWARTS QUIDDITCH CUP OF 1977 GRYFFINDOR VS. (Y/H)! I hope you are all excited as our last match between these teams was quite thrilling at the end of it!” The announcer says, hyping up the roaring crowd as your teams parade onto the pitch.
His eyes are still on you when he shakes Whithall’s hand and the whistle blows. It’s intense, and makes you feel like you’re burning, even if the wind is blowing like crazy today. You bat the bludgers toward anything red on the field that even dares to move toward your teammates. James won’t stop staring at you, and you both lock eyes across the pitch.
“What? Flirt with me later, Potter, I’m trying to win!” you yell.
He’s got you transfixed, and it’s crazy how his timing is always wrong. You bat the bludger away from your captain but don’t notice James flying towards you to respond as you give it your hardest swing, making the impact against his huge target of a head all the more painful.
Holy shit, did you kill him?
He keels off his broom like a shot bird and then he’s falling, and you’re the one chasing the Gryffindor chaser as he flaps his arms like the idiot you know he is as you push forward to catch him before he splits his skull open.
“I’msofuckingsorryJamesareyouokay?” You blurt out as you land, soft hands moving over his broad chest and quickly swelling face. He’s wearing that stupid grin again, and you think you may have finally broken Gryffindor’s team captain.
“You know my name?” he sighs happily, comfortable in your lap and maybe it’s the brain damage you’ve caused him or the way his glasses are bent beyond repair but you will every magical predecessor you can think of to stop you from punching him in the face right now.
“Are you fucking dense?” You scream, shaking your head, and jostling him as his arms try to reach out to swipe the hair away from your face.
“Must’ve hit him so hard you knocked his filter loose..” Sirius muses after he lands next to you two on the grass.
“POTTER’S TAKEN A HIT FROM (Y/H) and it doesn’t look good ladies and gents! Gryffindor calls a timeout to check on their captain!” The announcer calls out, and there are so many eyes on the two of you as James is simply giggling like a prepubescent schoolboy. Fuck, you’ve maimed the golden boy.
“Y’know, sweetheart. You’re…really sexy when you’re on top of me like this,” he says breathily, and you really can’t hit him, so you jab Sirius in the gut instead when he tries to laugh at his best friend’s stupidity.
—
James wakes up in the hospital wing with a blinding headache until someone gently pulls the curtains closed, stroking the hair off his sweaty forehead.
“Poppy you always take such good care of me…” he mumbles. A punch lands on his chest and his eyes rip open, not expecting to see you at his bedside.
“Idiot,” you mutter. “You’re always in my way and now look, you almost got yourself killed and it would’ve been my fault! How dare you, James…” The red is crawling up your neck like a brushfire as you berate him, and he takes it with a grin as you jabber on, putting his arms behind his head.
“Were you worried about me, love?” James smiles cheesily, catching your arm at its half-hearted attempt to slap him across the face.
“I was not. Stubborn people like you are hard to kill. I’m more annoyed that I can’t morally punch your face in since you have a concussion. Madame Pomfrey’s already healed your cheekbone.”
“That you broke,” he says matter-of-factly, taking a chance to kiss the palm of your hand. This concussion is working like a bottle of Felix Felicis. It’s endearing to see you taking care of him, whether you like it or not (even with the punches he’s sure it’ll come with).
“You’re sick in the head.”
“For you. I was trying to come tell you that I never took my eyes off the prize, but then of course you bludgeoned my face in before I could get sweet on yo—”
Your lips crash down on his, and nothing about it is delicate. It’s a month’s worth of yearning, imaginations coming to fruition as he grabs the back of your head to deepen the embrace. Your lips on his are hot and heady, and he could be easily convinced that he’s stuck there, cauterized to the shape of you.
“I know. I could feel you watching.” You breathe into his mouth, leaning up on his chest. His lips chase up again to meet yours, biting down on your bottom lip as you groan. He might like that noise better than the sound of your laughter. It’ll be fun to find out.
“Who won the Cup?”
Laughter spills out of your red, kiss-swollen lips as you pat his cheek gently, fingers grazing over his healed cheekbone.
“Not Gryffindor. But listen closely James, if you be a good boy and get past this concussion, I’ll make up for it by showing you how well I ride…”
He likes the sound of that, Quidditch Cup be damned. You see, James Potter never loses, ladies and gentlemen, not really—and well... there’s always next year.
—
“I like the way
you look at me
like you are
going to talk to me
or devour me
and I am fine with either.”
-N.R. Hart
taglist: @jsjcue
#made by ma1dita ♥︎#marauders x reader#james potter x y/n#james potter x reader#marauders era#james potter x you
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single mom lily x fem!reader?
reader works in an ice cream shop and cute little harry (im imagining hes like 4/5???) absolutely adores the place so lily brings him in for ice cream all the time and falls for reader bc she is just so good with harry
ok here's my attempt 😮💨 thought this idea was so cute though!
single mum!Lily Evans x fem!reader meet cute
Lily was very lucky and very grateful that Harry had been a generally easy child. He was so much like his father that, whilst it didn't translate into the romantic relationship most parents wished to enjoy, led to a wonderful son and the best co-parent a woman could ask for.
And because Harry was such an easy-going child, she was trying very hard to stay patient with him as she frantically texted with James.
L: James Potter, where in the buggering fuck is this ice cream place that has ‘spiderman’ ice cream!?
J: LOL oh god sorry. It’s on the boardwalk near the ferry.
L: Thank you 😮💨
J: He making a fuss?
L: I think we may have been moments away from a stage five meltdown.
J: Thoughts and prayers 🫡
One meltdown avoided later and they were finally walking into the quaint, family owned ice cream shop on the boardwalk by the ferry, just as James described.
“Oh no!” Harry cried dramatically, holding his little hands to his face.
“What is it, Haz?” Lily asked, looking around to see what could have possibly caused such worry in a five and a half year old.
“The man!” He explained.
Which explained nothing at all to Lily, still looking around the shop in confusion.
“What man?”
“The man with the spiderman ice cream! He’s not here!” Harry cried, turning to his mum with tears magnified by his glasses as they began pooling in his eyes.
She was racking her brain for something to say to the boy when a bubbly voice trilled from behind the glass ice cream displays.
“Hello there! What can I get for you two?” You greeted the pair with a beaming smile. If Lily wasn’t so caught up with Harry, she would have likely taken a moment to admire your radiance.
“The man!”
Lily watched as your smile fell only slightly and you tilted your head in confusion. “Which man, sweets?”
“The man with the special ice cream! He made it after my favourite superhero!” Harry cried with a stomp on his foot.
Lily pulled Harry towards her as she offered you an apologetic smile.
“I’m so sorry, he came here with his father last week and I-”
But like a beautiful ethereal angel sent from Lily’s own personal heaven, you waved her off with an easy smile. “Not to worry at all, love. My dad is the better ice cream server, so I understand your disappointment, little man.” You empathised. “But!”
Harry perked up at that, standing a little taller as he looked at you expectantly. “He did tell me that a certain hero may be coming in to look for some special spidey ice cream; could that be you?” You stage whispered the end of your sentence to Harry, causing him to squeal in delight.
“Yes!”
“Oh thank goodness.” You said with a dramatic sigh. “I thought I was going to have to erase your memory for giving away trade secrets!”
Harry squealed in excitement again and shoved his face up against the glass casing to watch you start expertly scooping ice cream, completely unawares of his fingerprints and foggy breaths creating more work for his newfound hero.
“How many scoops, my man?”
“Five!”
“Uhm,” Lily interrupted, placing a conciliatory hand on her son's shoulder. “Maybe just two.”
“Mum!” Harry whined, but you just laughed.
“Sorry kid, mum’s the boss.”
Harry acquiesced with one more groan, but grinned when he saw the size of the scoops you were serving him.
“What about you, mama?” You asked after handing Harry his cone, watching as the boy made his way to sit at a table with his red and blue ice cream.
“Is it really spiderman ice cream?” Lily blurted instead of answering your very normal, professional, and polite question.
You barked a laugh, but Lily was pleased that your laughter was because you found Lily funny rather than at her expense.
“Between you and me,” you whispered conspiratorially, resting your arms on the glass counter and your chin on your hands. “It’s just moonmist ice cream, but this batch used too much food dye, so instead of the normal light blue, pale purple, and pastel yellow, it turned out a little more…super.”
Lily looked back to her son, happy as can be with his super ice cream as he watched boats sail by in the harbour.
“Brilliant.” Lily whispered as she turned back to face you, only to find you smiling softly at her already.
“Yes.” You agreed, though Lily wasn’t quite sure what you found brilliant. “So, what can I get you?”
“Oh.” Lily responded dumbly, looking hastily through the options before opting for two scoops of rocky road.
“Fine choice, m’lady.” You said before scooping, once again expertly, the frozen treat onto a cone.
“Is that what you usually get?” Lily asked suddenly. You seemed surprised at her question as your eyebrows migrated to your hairline and you looked up to consider her.
Lily hoped to all hell that her blush wasn’t as furious as it felt.
You smirked before your eyes flit back up to hers. “I’m more of a strawberry girl, myself.” You replied quietly, shooting Lily a wink.
If her blush hadn’t been furious before, she was certain it was now.
Lily paid and Harry shot you a “thanks ice cream lady!” as they headed towards the exit with their ice creams in tow.
“You’re welcome, little man! Stay super!” You said with a wave.
“I will!”
“Hope to see you and your mum here again soon.” You said quieter this time, sending Lily a kind albeit shy smile. Lily was certain you’d be seeing the two of them here again.
#ask elle#marauders era#marauders au#marauders fanfiction#reader insert#self insert#lily evans#lily evans x reader#lily evans x you#lily evans x fem!reader#fem!reader#wlw#baby harry#baby harry potter#ellecdc fics
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All the fics I read this year, part 1: ship I read most this year —
It's James/Lily !! I've read about 80 fics for Jily this year! I've linked them all down below and limited myself to describe every fic in only a line to fit Tumblr's 4066-character limit (I don't think I did any of them justice though ,:) they're all amazing and incredible in their own way). They're not sorted in any order - it's a chaotic mess ,,:,,)
Kindly Stopped for Me* by @nodirectionhome-ao3 - Lily survives AU, an angsty fic with great badass Lily moments!
Lay All Your Love On Me* by @athenasparrow - Jily Hogwarts fic that also has smut :D
The Art of Identification by Athenasparrow - cute one-shot featuring amortentia :D
She Will by @relyingonoldships - ANGSTY! gather your napkins. I have warned you.
The Summer I fell in Love* by @annasghosts - Muggle meet cute + summer love <3
Finding Lily by Annasghosts - unique premise + fake dating for the win :D
Things That Haven't Happened Yet by @kay-elle-cee - SMUT
the silence in the sorrow by kay-elle-cee - secret relationship during war + battle angst
to ache, to hope by kay_elle_cee - unplanned pregnancy that explores both James and Lily's emotions
i'll be fine, i'll be good* by kay-elle-cee - Slytherin!Lily AU focussed on Lily's character + secret relationship
Tall Dark and Glasses by @jamesunderwater - lovely writing and a heart-melting meet cute!
Meet Me At The River by @charmsandtealeaves - PEN PALS JILY, absolutely adorable fic!
Laundry Day by charmsandtealeaves - cheeky fic
Midnight Dip by charmsandtealeaves - ALSO cheeky 😏
Call Me By Name by charmsandtealeaves - feat. Phone Call sex 😏 and strangers to lovers!
Incoming by charmsandtealeaves 'call me by name' but James POV and it's so good!!
Wake Me Up (When September Ends)* by charmsandtealeaves - Hogwarts Jily 7th year coming of age :)
Love Birds by charmsandtealeaves - fluffy ridiculous rom com au where James cannot be separated from his accidentally acquired duck and Lily is a gorgeous vet :D also features insanely cute doodles :D
Something Black and Blue by charmsandtealeaves - what's making Lily Evans so late to her own wedding?
Sugar Quills by charmsandtealeaves - SWEET x
Padfoot's Nose Knows by charmsandtealeaves - indeed sirius can smell the good news from a mile away!
The Exchange Principle by charmsandtealeaves - cute body swap fic!
Nom De Plume by AnnaBtG - !!!!! unique concept! secret erotica writer James needs Lily (his coworker who's totally NOT his muse) to pretend to be his persona but Lily hates his guts...... or does she 😏
Haircut by PetalsToFish - James gets a new haircut!!
Lipstick by PetalsToFish - James bought Lily a lipstick and she's trying it out 😏
WILF by PetalsToFish - Wizard I'd Like to Fuck 😏
Reputation (Wildest Dreams Version) by PetalsToFish - Slytherin!Lily + enemies to lovers fic <3
State of Grace (Never Saw You Coming) by PetalsToFish - Lily never saw James coming..... literally. a car accident meet-cute (no one's hurt tho :))
Prodigal by PetalsToFish - slightly angsty, exploring Lily through her years at Hogwarts from first year
Girl Crush by PetalsToFish - actually Peter's POV centred around Jily
*[The asterisks next to a fic indicate that I haven't caught up to the latest chapter update]
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The Hippie Remus x Scientist Sirius agenda
Masterpost take 2!!
My masterpost decided it didn’t want to work anymore so hello this is my new one
This is my favourite au so the masterpost is staying even if I have to remake it thousands of times
It begins - my first ever microfic with this au, Remus is essentially psychic xoxo
The power of the evil eye - also known as the power of Remus Lupin giving Sirius Black jewellery
Knight in shining armour - first introduction to Moony’s arthritis
Let's go and meditate - aka sirius is so in love
Is Remus a psychic? - we'll never know
Definitely not jealous - maybe he is actually
Boring? - no sirius isn't boring but it causes some great antics
Sirius vs tarot - feat Lily Evans xoxo
It might be a meet cute - it's a little unconventional, but I'd say it counts
A love letter to the insane side of sirius - who needs sleep anyway?
The Grand Proposal - Part 1
The Grand Proposal - Part 2!!
Dinner party - maybe it wasn't such a good idea
#can you tell i'm majorly neurodivergent#it took me literal months to do this#ANYWAY#more of this au is coming i promise#hippie remus x scientist sirius#i love them so much#wolfstar#sirius black#wolfstar oneshot#marauders#remus lupin#remus x sirius#young marauders#moony x padfoot#atyd marauders#marauders oneshot
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marauders fame au fic idea
i started writing this fame au fanfiction about the marauders. where regulus, barty, and evan are in a band. remus manages them. they make music that closely resembled the arctic monkeys and they're all lowkey depressed. and it has like slowburn rosekiller, meet cute jegulus, and not so meet cute wolfstar. plus lily's there as remus's childhood best friend but they aren't getting along and there's a redemption arc. but i never finished writing it.
if anyone cares, regulus was the singer, barty played the drums, evan played guitar. and remus had a lot of sarcastic quips.
#remus lupin#sirius black#james potter#regulus black#jegulus#marauders#wolfstar#rosekiller#barty crouch jr#barty crouch junior#barty x evan#regulus and evan and barty#band au#my fic#angst with a happy ending#lily evans#marauders era#the marauders#arctic monkeys#evan rosier
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Heyyyy i just wanna say that i love all your works and can i request an azkaban escape sirius where he is sexually frustrated and take it out on reader who found him in his amingus for and took care of him, reader is of age though and friend of harry so when like they met again because harry invited reader over sirius was like shook does rhis make sense? Lol
i just wanna say, thank you so much for requesting this, as soon as i saw it i knew i had to write it, i've been wanting to write smut for so long but i had no theme for it and this just blew my mind.
sweet scape.
pairing: sirius black x fem!reader.
! tw. +18, mdni. degradation, strangers sex, oral (male and female receiving), creampie, cumplay, semi-public sex, stairs sex, unprotected sex, pregnancy kink, breeding kink (?), mentions of stepcest, chocking, aftercare, use of the words 'whore' and 'slut', let me know if I miss anything.
Sirius looked around in the dessert place. The night was cold and the air was moving softly the winter leaves left on the trees. His dog form was a big help for the cold weather of the end of the year.
He saw the few lights still on from the building near the university. So many years after he was captured and the fresh air hitting his fur felt rejuvenating, he thought of James Potter, and then he thought of the only legacy he had left; Harry.
If everything was right, he must be at college. With a Quidditch scholarship he hoped, putting the Potter’s last name to the top.
His ear caught the shy sound of steps. Softly walking through the pavement, he knew it was late for students to be walking around, his deep stare looking directly at the walk. When his eyes met yours, Sirius eyes sparkled, there hasn’t been a prettiest girl his eyes have meet. Sure, he once had the pleasure to knew Lily Evans, Marlene Mckinnon, Mary Macdonnald and even Alice Longbotton. Plenty of pretty girls who shared house with him. But yet, none of them could even compare to you.
Your shiny happy eyes, the messy hair covering the sides of your hair and the cute gaze you gave him. Your mouth opened when you saw him, a majestic black dog, soft and shiny fur, big enough to be considered a wolf. You kneeled in front of him and in his man-mind he could only think on a view from the top, you kneeled with two legs instead of one and his cock stuffed in your mouth, muttering the words you were saying to him.
“Who’s the prettiest dog in the world?” You said, and he barked in response “You. You are, the prettiest dog I’ve ever seen. Oh my God, your fur is the softest I’ve ever felt” Your cheek was now against him. “Are you lost, good boy? Where is your home?”
Sirius tried a sad cried and shook his head, you opened your mouth and pouted, the prettiest pout he has seen. You look around the empty street and murmur to him “You will follow me, but you have to be very quiet if you want to stay at my home”.
You giggle as if a mischief was about to be done, which he knew could be very possible by the way you were trying to hide him. You took him in your arms, with no advice before it, it took him by surprise, especially because he was big and heavy to carry but it didn’t seem to mind much to you.
The way home was difficult, and you were exhausted, he tried to explain it was fine for him to walk but you refused to hear anything. When you finally arrived, you let yourself sit at your door, Sirius stood there, looking at you. For someone who brought him upstairs in a very secretive way, you were enjoying the hall a little too much. You took a deep breath and then open the door, letting him inside your home first.
“Well, this is my dorm, my furry friend. My roommate should be here by tomorrow night. He’s very handsome and friendly, you would love him. He has the prettiest green eyes I’ve seen” Sirius couldn’t help but get a bit jealous of your description, he was an “old” man, but in no way, he would disrespect his looks, he knew he still had it in him “I was so in love with him since Hogwarts. My first crush ever. Then I discovered he was gay, which was very surprising but good for him”
You left Sirius sleep at the end of your bed, his body curled on top of your sheets. He small opening of your window let enough air to refresh the bathroom, but not enough to have you both freezing. If Sirius was a better man, he would feel guilty, for thinking of you like that. For not getting your naked body out of his mind, the way you pass your hands though your skin while applying cream, and he couldn’t miss when you skipped underwear, so now, you were sleeping with him, in just pajamas short.
He was careful to get out of the mattress, you left the door of the bathroom slightly open and he entered, few seconds later he was back a man. He smiled at his reflection in the mirror, maybe he needed a shower, and to shave, but he would never deny he looked good, maybe too good for someone who just scaped jail. He brushed his teeth with the first brush he found, not stopping to think if it was yours. Finally, he paid attention to his erection.
The pink tip touching his abdomen and he thought in how painful it was, he knew he was full, and he had all this sexual appetite he hasn’t been able to use since he was trapped, he needed nothing more but to take you right there, he felt guilty and suddenly bad, because he knew he wouldn’t care if you complained, he just needed you.
Sirius face was now shaved and clean, and he thanked that when you abruptly opened the door, you yell for a few seconds before he shut you with his hand, which you were quick to bite.
“What– What the fuck how the fuck did you got in here?! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You were panicking, he knew that, and even if he wasn’t going to do anything but give you the roughest fuck of your life, he understood your fear. “I’m calling the fucking police I swear I– “
“Sh, sh, princess be quiet, will you?” You shook your head, determinate on what you were going to do but too scared to even move. “Oh, my God, what did you do to my dog?”
Sirius smirked “I killed him” And when you were about to yell more, he regrated it, putting his hand again in your mouth “It’s a joke, just joking, baby. God, you’re really loud” Sirius signed and looked everywhere; “The dog it’s my Animagus form. I really hope I can trust you because I don’t think there’s another wizard alive who knows about this”
You nod slowly, being brave to believe him. After the shock passed, you finally realized he was completely naked, your eyes were now on his hard and big cock; “Why are you naked?”
“The clothes don’t stay in my dog form, princess. I don’t have any”
You nod, it made incredible sense now, but you knew after this night, it would be hard for you to ever not believe in someone. Maybe it was his enchanting eyes of the seductive tone of his voice. Maybe it was the resemblance on his shiny and soft hair and the fur of the dog. Or it was just that he was hot, and naked in your bathroom, and you just have been a long time without having any.
Sirius noticed your look in his cock and it only made him harder. He was so needy right now, all those years without even a blowjob. Because he would settle for anything just if that meant having his cock on something warm, something else than his cold fist, which even he was restricted of. He had no problem in accepting a man if that meant he’ll have his cock sucked.
“Do it” he says, haughty. With a cocky grin decorating his face. He laughs at your confused expression “I know what you’re thinking on, pup. Go on, you can suck it. I won’t be gentle, but I don’t think it’ll be a problem for a slut like you”
You know you should be offended, a stranger, someone who you kindly offer a home, the warmness of a bed instead of the concrete of a bridge was degrading you like that. But you were in fact a whore, and the moment you looked him at the eyes was so fast because you couldn’t possibly stay away from his cock, his delicious, big, pink cock. His tip covered in white and turning almost red for how hard it was. So, you played like you were told and kneeled in front of him; “Good girl”.
He said, his palm on your head and you groaned. Sirius instructed you to open your mouth and you were hesitant for a few seconds, but not enough for him to notice, and even if he would he wouldn’t care. You felt dirty, the wet patch on your shorts grew bigger with every filthy comment from his mouth, and you knew you should be scared, a total stranger was insulting you, degrading you in your own bathroom and you were enjoying it. And who did he think he was, if you weren’t too hypnotized by his pretty cock you would be yelling at him; total pretty privilege.
You take his cock in your hands and pump it for a few seconds, your tongue is now out of your mouth and warming his dick. Your big eyes looking directly at him and he could swear he would cum just by that look.
Your hand is pressed on his thigh and the other one around his cock, your lips are now kissing the tip and you seem to be enjoying it too much. You take it on your mouth and out of it, licking his cock when it’s not inside, maybe it was the amount of time Sirius hasn’t received a blowjob or maybe you were just too fucking good at it. He has never see someone enjoy having someone’s cock in their mouth as much as you. By the time he’s about to cum, both of your hands are in his thighs, helping you to put his cock deeper in your mouth.
“Such a good fucking, girl. Fuck, princess, you’re awesome. Best bloody mouth I’ve ever have” He moans at your smile, wide eyes looking at him and every blink he feels like exploding, your legs are a bit open and Sirius knows your hand is now touching your pussy, and you manage to keep the balance really good.
Sirius finally loses it when you start to lick his balls, pumping his cock with a firm hand, going fast and needy. He didn’t know for sure if you were getting off from sucking his cock but he chooses to think you were, and goddam it was enough to send him on edge.
The fact of you just creaming in your shorts, without him touching you has fucking hot. Of course, he knew your hand was doing wonders under there, but when you touched his thigh while holding his cock and kept grinding your hips, he knew he was right.
“You’re such a needy slut, aren’t you? Getting off by just sucking my big fat cock, are you creaming your pants just by this, baby?”
He knew you wouldn’t answer, you were too invested on sucking him off for distract yourself just to answer a silly question. Sirius decided to help you, taking the back of your head in his hand and pushing your face to his pelvis, letting his cock go completely inside of you, you gagged at it but kept it inside.
Your eyes were glossy but it didn’t stop Sirius from pushing you to your limits, your face was messily covered in spit and now he was just face fucking you, pounding into your mouth and taking your head with no caution or worry it may hurt you or choke you, the thought alone seemed to turn him even more. He stopped for a second and took your face, hearing you whine for the lack of his cock even if your hands were still masturbating him. He kissed your lip, tasting your saliva and his dick in it.
He knew it was time to cum, he was holding it for so long just to see your beautiful face fucking enjoying him. But he knew it had to be done once you started to move your hand faster and opened your mouth.
“Fuck! Fuck, baby… I’m, I’m about to cum, I’m gonna cum in your pretty face, is that alright? You’re gonna be covered in my cum, baby, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He started to moan once the first blast of cum was out. You were rubbing your face on his cock, your face completely covered by cum wasn’t enough for him, he needed more. His dick needed more.
“You are such a naughty girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes, daddy”
Your eyes were lost in lust, a single coherent thought couldn’t be formed on your mind, you were just there to please your daddy now.
“Such a pretty cum doll. You were just made for my pleasure and my pleasure only, right, princess?” You nod “Remember this face, pretty bunny, cause no one, ever, would make you feel like this. And when they ask you who fucking blew your mind with sex, I want you to tell them it was Sirius fucking Black”
You nod obediently. Completely unaware that out there, in the real world, just outside those walls of your department, thousands of pamphlets of one of the most dangerous men scaping Azkaban were just arriving to every corner, adverting everyone of how dangerous this man was and what he was capable of. But again; people who could fuck like this shouldn’t be prisoned in a cell; it wasn’t fair to anyone to miss this.
Sirius took you to your bed, taking your body as if you were a rag doll, he put you in your fours and with no warning he went inside of you. He didn’t need to warn you anyway, you were way too wet. He slipped easily in; his hands took your face and your hands were trying to hold your body so all the weight wouldn’t be in his hands.
He was going fast and rough, like a needy man. Kissing and licking your back like he hasn’t feel the warmness of human contact in years – which was true but you didn’t know that –. Sirius moved carefree, completely nonchalantly at the fact that that he could hurt you.
“Fuck, princess, you’re so fucking small for my cock. I’m so big for you, aren’t I, baby?” You nod your head against the pillow and bite it when Sirius hand flew to your clit; “What about that, princess, you like that?” You nod eagerly and he smirks “I bet you like it; I can feel you squeezing my cock. God, you’re such a fucking whore, aren’t you?”
“Just yours, daddy. Jus’ your whore”
“That’s right, baby. Just daddy’s whore. I would be mad if it wasn’t like this. Look at you, being completely wrecked by a total stranger, you were so needy, weren’t you? A decent girl would never let this happen, would just call the police right away but you saw my cock and realized how much of a starved slut you were”
Sirius put your face against the pillow when you were trying to get up and look at him, his hand smacked your ass and started to go faster; “I’m so glad I found you and no any sweet innocent girl, ugh, God, princess you feel so good. I can help but cum, you want me to cum inside of you? You want my cum inside of you, baby? Dripping of your pussy?”
“Yes, yes, please, daddy. I want it inside of me, please, please”
“Such a needy slut. Fucking pretty whore, baby. Fuck! You’re fucking perfect”
By that time, you were already feeling your second orgasm building. The first one, so quick and fleeting as it came, Sirius didn’t seem to mind you already cummed once, your tummy aching and when you put your hands on it you could only feel Sirius big cock hitting the insides. You were aware of how wet you were, the sound your pussy made with every thrust was like music for yours and Sirius ears. You shifted uncomfortable at Sirius slow pace, realizing now how big he just was. With him going faster it was easier to forget his size and just get lost in the pleasure, but now you were capable of think on how much your pussy was stretching around him. It wasn’t for a long time, because as soon as Sirius cached a relaxing breath out of your mouth he went faster. You could think on how anything has ever felt like this, this was the kind of pleasure erotic books describe but you never thought it could be possible.
Sirius takes both of your arms and sits you in his cock, his fore-arm around your neck and taking your head in his big hand. Now you’re just enjoying his thrust, Sirius fucking you would be an unforgettable experience, and it was almost a shame, because you know it doesn’t matter with who you were in the future, you would be thinking about how any sexual experience would ever feel like this again.
Sirius finishes in your pussy, rather later than soon, he thrusts in a few more times for his cum to keep inside you, when he finally lets you go, he fingers your pussy, watching all his cum get out of you and he thinks that’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen.
And as soon as you think he couldn’t do something better than this, he reaches your pussy and you moan louder than you thought possible. Your sensitive clit being licked by his tongue, and you knew you hadn’t in you to last much, you already came two times, and for the record of ex-lovers you had, that was already a lot.
But Sirius ate pussy so calm and good, his tongue concentrated in your clit while his thumb explored between your folds, you knew you came when you felt it, but you also knew when he giggled. Making fun of you for lasting so little; “Already, princess? But I was just starting my meal? That’s not fair” He putted and kept going, putting two of his fingers inside of you and moving them as if you weren’t already shaking and crying.
Your hands reached his head and tried to pull him away, but he was stronger, and far less sensitive than you, sure hard as a rock, but with an iron determination of making you cum for the fourth time.
Sirius moved his fingers in and out, his thumb caressing your clit fast while he added a third finger inside. “I know this won’t fill you as much as my cock, baby but you have to settle for it like a good girl”
His fingers weren’t as thick as his cock, that was for sure, but hell he knew how to use them, you could feel every movement, you could feel them reaching your insides and your back started to arche at the pleasure.
When you finally came in Sirius hands you were sleepy, your eyes closing thanks to how tired you felt, you murmured a quick “Goodnight” once Sirius finished a third time in your belly.
“No, no, baby. Gotta clean you up, I wouldn’t let you sleep like this. I’m not a monster. And you were such a good pretty slut, you deserve it. You deserve daddy’s care and love, don’t you, princess?”
You nod, subby. Your lips partly open, waiting for him to put his fingers, but that doesn’t happen.
Three months happened after that and Sirius Black was nowhere to be found. You knew it was for the better, you would never turn him to the authorities and you preferred him to be lost than fucking you and making you an accomplice. Or maybe you would rather be over the law, who would it help anyways. You knew you had it in you to keep Sirius Black too pussy drunk that he wouldn’t even think of go outside to kill, if you think about it, you were making the Wizarding World a favor, now who knew where was he, doing God knows what.
You met your best friend Harry at Grimmauld Place, very odd of him to ask you to be there when you saw him literally every day at your shared department. You were welcomed by him and Hermione Granger, they greet you and behind them the Weasley twins, you smiled, thinking it was maybe one of the “friendly reunions” Harry like to through every now and then. That was until you saw him, Sirius fucking Black, standing on the door, his body slightly leaned to the left and the devil grin he wore perfectly.
Fuck you were creaming.
“Y/N” Harry started “This is my God-Father; Sirius Black” You stood there, staring at him. You should be angry, he fucked you for three days in a row and then disappeared for three months – almost four –, but you could only think about his big fucking cock. You quickly glanced at his crotch and tried to see it, you couldn’t be blame, it was your favorite thing in the world and you were being deprived of it. “Now, I know what you are thinking” No, you can’t possible know, Potter; “But, Harry, he’s a criminal” He said with an acute voice, trying to mimic yours “But I swear he’s not, there’s an explanation” An explanation that you couldn’t care less for.
Harry kept talking, about some things you didn’t care and how Sirius didn’t kill his fathers, blah, blah, blah, you needed him to fuck you. Right now, if he was about to say ‘Y/N, the only way I’m fucking you is on top of this table, with all the presents; your friends I may add, watching us’ you’ll probably say; ‘Hey, it’s fine for me. Anything for your cock, honestly”
“Harry…” Sirius said, the boy’s green eyes looked at him as fast as he spoke “I don’t think your friend Y/N is very fond of me”
“Wh-what? Foolishness, she loves you. If she doesn’t, I’ll make her” Sirius smirked and looked at you. “She’s just amused, it’s fresh news for her”
“Maybe if she sits by my side, we could talk more. Get to know each other”
“An excellent idea” He said, happily, getting up of his chair and taking your arms in his hands, moving you to the chair where he was; “Now, Y/N. Talk to him” He looked so cute ordering you that, his big bright green eyes were almost puppy like. He was like a child in Christmas. You knew he considered everyone in the table as part of his family, and you were like a sister for him, so you knew it meant a lot for him. But God you were horny.
“Hello, Y/N” That bastard said, as if you were thinking of anything but his pink big cock, and you were salivating! “Harry tells me you’re like a sister for him” You nod “You know, I always wanted a daughter. A step one” Fucking sick, kinky bastard. “I always thought of spoiling my girl”
Harry smiled, thinking of the comment as an innocent one, but Remus looked at him in surprise. The rest of the table completely unaware.
“He tells me you’re living with him, mhm? Sounds really good” You didn’t think he would care or resent a bit the fact that you did it, multiple times, in the same table Harry eats his meals. “I always wanted a roommate, sadly I never get to even college” He laughs, and you do with him, just so you can disguise the itching on between your tights.
You had to excuse yourself, tell everyone you weren’t feeling well, but when Sirius ordered you to get closer, his hand traveling inside your skirt, the sensation didn’t feel right. Far too good for being a friction.
“And, how’s Harry at school?” He said, and you thanked God everyone was minding his own business when he put two fingers inside you, he leaned to you, reaching your ear to whisper on it “Always so fucking wet for me, puppy. I don’t even have to wait to put my fingers inside you”
You bite your lips and nod, you looked around only to meet Harry’s excited face, he gave you thumbs up and you did too, at the same time Sirius curved his fingers inside of you and it took everything from you to hide that moan.
Good for you, everyone excused themselves to go to their respective homes. Harry offered you to spend the night there since he was going too. And you happily accepted, because you knew you couldn’t go another say without having Sirius cock inside, not now that you had his fingers after all that time and your mind couldn’t think of anything else but him fucking you ruthlessly in any surface of the house.
When you finally met Sirius again, he was going downstairs, completely naked, you were already salivating over his cock without even seeing it, now having it on fully display was a total turture, and you were so fucking needy that you couldn’t possibly wait for him to go down, you reach him there, taking his lips as you eagerly kissed him.
“I knew I neglected you, but I never would think you would be this needy, princess”
“So good, Siri”
“Yeah? My cock’s so good, isn’t it, princess? So fucking good you need it so much”
“I need it, please, daddy, please. I’ve been good”
He nods “You’ve been such a good slut, princess. Being all nice to Harry when all you could think about was my cock, guess you deserve it, huh?”
Sirius puts your leg up, reaching the stairs wall and he instructs you to hold on the fences really tight so you won’t get hurt. He started to fuck you right there, going in and out, caressing your titties while your hand was in your clit, so desperate to cum.
Now, it wasn’t like you haven’t cum all the time he wasn’t there. It just wasn’t the same. Sirius kept his movements, holding your waist tight as his movements were faster, he finally leaned you all over the fence, your body moving back and forth on his cock, your tits bouncing on his hand, but it’s not enough for him, he needs to be deeper inside you.
He takes you at the end of the stairs, all the way to the second floor, and he thanks he covered his mother picture downstairs because otherwise he would feel observed. He puts your leg all the way up the fence, your feet resting on it so you can have a hold while he thrusts into you, his hand playing with your boob, he’s not as talkative as he was months ago, maybe because Harry was near, and he demanded you to be quiet, but how could you when he felt so good.
He slapped you when you left a loud moan out, and that only turned you on more, making him smirk; “Wow, you really are a whore. A fucking slut, aren’t you baby? You’re my fucking pretty whore, such a pretty cum bag, get it, baby, get all my cum inside. No one in this world deserves it more than you, angel”
His hands press your breasts and one of your hands goes to your clit, feeling how you were so close to finish.
“Sir, daddy, daddy I’m gonna cum, please, please, daddy, I’m gonna cum”
You cry, and he allows you to let it go but that doesn’t stop him, he loves how your pussy is creaming his cock, and he doesn’t intend on letting you go. Even when he already finished inside, he takes advantage of your firm hold in the fence to move one of his hands to your clit, you moan, already sensitive by him thrusting into you.
When Sirius takes his cock out, you feel how you let him completely soaked. You knew you were a whore, a sex lover even, but you never knew you were capable of squirting.
“Wow, pup, that was, fuck, that was so sexy” He says, kneeling in front of you and squeezing your lower belly so you squirt again in his mouth. “Now that I know you can do it, I’m gonna make you do it, all over again. Fuck, pup, I don’t even care if you get tired, you’re gonna cum for my pleasure and my pleasure only”
He says and gets up, looking at his cum dripping from your thighs.
“By the amount of times I finished inside of you months ago I’m really surprised you’re not pregnant, all full and round with my babies. God, you would look so hot. Fucking big and heavy, your breasts would be so big, fuck.”
“I can stop taking the pill” you say without thinking.
“You would do that for me?”
“I’ll do anything for you Sirius, just never stop fucking me”
“Fuck, baby. Gotta’ be careful with what you wish”
“Just wan’ you, wanna be your cum slut, want all your cum inside me, not inside anyone else, just me, please, please, Siri. Make me your pretty little wife, the mom of your children, I– I just want to live with you fucking me always, please, please, please”
“Well, if you ask so nicely, pup. I don’t have other option rather than fuck you. Your wish is my command”
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Okay okay okay a PJO Marauders AU
James is a Son of Apollo because ??? who else could father this man. His conception was a kind of a favour to Effie and Monty - bc they were desperate for a child but couldn’t conceive without help, and Artemis elbowed Apollo and was like ‘bitch I can’t do it?’ so he made James for them - and James is very much in the camp of ‘thank you for the demigod stuff, still not my dad’ every time he crosses paths with his father.
Remus is the Son of Diana - Roman version of Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt and the Moon - and she Actually raised him for a little while, but he’s at Camp Half Blood for ~safety reasons~. He stays in the Athena cabin (because Artemis doesn’t have one, virgin goddess and all that) with:
Lily! Daughter of Athena. The Annabeth Chase parallels are too many to list. Can we really blame James for being obsessed with her? No, we cannot.
Peter is a Son of Demeter. He is very aware of how all of his friends are inclined toward chaos and heroics while he Literally Just Wants To Grow His Tomatoes Please. Pray for Peter, he is #suffering.
Sirius and Regulus, when they first arrive at Camp, don’t tell anyone who their parent is - Sirius talks whoever asks in circles until they’re laughing about something else, while Regulus just stares the askers down until they go away - and there’s a lot of discussion and debate, until it eventually - probably courtesy of a not-so-accidental slip of the tongue from Dumbledore - comes out that they’re the Sons of Nyx.
Being sons to the primordial Goddess of Night is complicated, even without all their personal trauma - Nyx was never widely worshipped, but the Blacks have worshipped her for generations, and when the decree went out that the Gods were no longer permitted to raise their own children, she put her sons in the care of Walburga and Orion thinking they’d treasure them. Walburga didn’t react well to figuring out that demigods or not, the children she’d been granted guardianship of were still, y’know, children - and Nyx is one of the only Gods Zeus is actually afraid of, so people knowing is a bit complicated.
Especially with the way many of Zeus’ grandkids rally around Sirius post-revelation, and his best friendship with James - Night and the Sun, how apt - while the kids of the less popular Gods circle Regulus, identifying with the more closed off little brother who takes his heritage a little more seriously and still calls Nyx mother in his prayers.
Extra points:
-In the midst of heroic such and such they all meet the Gods, and Regulus calls Zeus ‘nephew’ to his fucking face and James almost passes out from laughing so hard.
-Mary is a Daughter of Aphrodite; Marlene is a Daughter of Nike, Goddess of Victory; Dorcas is a Daughter of Ares; Pandora is a Daughter of Eris (and Regulus calls her niece, and she calls him uncle right back); Barty is a Son of Hermes: Evan is a Son of Hephaestus.
-James only figures out he’s got a special talent for healing when Remus is hurt by one of the Things That Hunt Him. Would it be cute if it was Starchaser? Yes. But it’s my AU and James Potter would move mountains for his friends.
-Regulus and Lily are gently wary of each other, to start, but quickly grow close, finding solidarity in Younger Sibling Trauma - Petunia is not a demigod, and her jealousy is cruel and sharp-edged - and being some of the only sane people in the whole Camp.
-Pandora is a chaos gremlin. Her mother is so proud.
-Nyx loves her sons. It tore her apart to give them up, and she’s still very angry about it. Regulus’ prayers keep her going. When she finds out what Walburga did to her kids, her revenge is nothing to be scoffed at.
#regulus black#james potter#percy jackson au#starchaser#jegulus#yeah it would be apple geez#BUT BUT#marylily#dorlene#rosekiller#that's right bitch and ALSO#wolfstar#headcanon#They're good kids they're doing their best#Reg and Sirius clash a lot over their feelings toward Nyx#bc Sirius has fully washed his hands of parents in general by the time they arrive at camp#(Effie and Monty are the exception and they work hard to be)#while Regulus coped with the abuse by reminding himself that his *real* parent would stop it if she could#They argue about it a lot and publically bc they're dramatic#Regulus Does Not Want To Like James#unfortunately he's still James Potter#marauders au
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HEAR ME OUT
James Potter son of Apollo smth smth prophecy looming over him that no one really tells him about. Its either about him or his bloodline
Dumbledore and McGonagall, camp directors, who know about the prophecy and about the other gods but never really tell anyone.
Peter Pettigrew, satyr protector to James and Marlene who brought them to camp.
Marlene Mckinnon, daughter of Hermes
Mary Mcdonald, daughter of Aphrodite
Lily Evans, daughter of Hecate
Remus Lupin, son of Athena, had been targeted by Lycaon the werewolf king, the og werewolf if you will.
One day, Sirius just shows up at camp, changing everything James thought he knew about himself and the gods.
He's passed out at the entry of the camp when Remus finds him and brings him to Dumbledore and McGonagall. Remus can't help but groan in disgust as he startles awake "you drool when you sleep" he tells him.
Turns out, Sirius has amnesia and the only thing he can remember is his name. Just his first name.
He can remember other stuff as well, like the names of the gods and monsters, except he knows them all in Roman and even though he's a bit rough around the edges and flinches a lot and acts tough, James decides to stick with him.
They go on a quest, yada yada yada, Sirius feels like he should remember someone important but he just can't put his finger on it.
Soon the four- James, Sirius, Remus and Peter become fast friends, and Sirius seems to have no issue with forgetting his "past life" since he has a feeling this one is much better.
Everything is going fine, Sirius like Remus, Remus likes Sirius, though neither of them will ever admit it, James is loud and proud about his crush on Lily.
Until one day when they run into someone else on a quest. They heard from Peter about a group of demigods, only to discover they aren't some helpless eleven year olds but rather fully trained vicious, broody, sarcastic annoying demigods. James doesn't remember seeing them at camp, but they all have weapons and they keep talking about their home. There's three of them, Regulus Black, son of Hades, Dorcas Meadows, daughter of Nike and Barty Crouch Jr, son of Nemesis.
Sirius falls off a cliff lol so James, Remus, Peter, Regulus and Lily go on a quest to get him back. EXCEPT THEY DON'T KNOW SIRIUS AND REGULUS ARE RELATED. James never says the name of his friend who fell off the cliff, he just calls him "Padfoot" or the occasional "Pads" and Regulus doesn't really talk at all about his family or even where he's from.
Smth smth cute about Dorcas being SUPER competitive with Marlene in everything at camp, smth smth, Barty meeting Evan Rosier at camp haha
anyway, Black Brother reunion!! does not go well, smth smth both camps realise about each other!!
Have to band together to defeat an enemy.
Since James and the others cant go to their camp, Regulus, Dorcas and Barty decide to stay to vanquish the threat of the Dark Lord only to discover that some of their own camp members are on the bad side (Luke Castellan's side)
smth smth, battle!! Regulus and Barty join the bad side while Dorcas stays.
Regulus discovers the weaknesses of the Dark Lord and dies while trying to destroy it.
Sirius and James who had been dating Regulus in secret, are both devastated. smth smth!!
final battle!! By this time, James and Lily have been dating, they're like young tho, and James has conflicting feelings about the battle cause he keeps imagining Regulus to be one of the enemy but he's yk dead.
Blahblah blah, Peter betrays them, James and Lily die, but they have a son who will go on to permanently destroy the threat forever and ever, the end everyone you love is dead!
#marauders#regulus black#marauders era#james potter#hogwarts#sirius black#dead gay wizards#the marauders#jegulus#starchaser#percy jackson#jegulus au#jegulus fic#pjo
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