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fourmoony · 3 days
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I HAVE THE BEST REQUEST AND IT'S PERFECT FOR JAMES! like imagine reader sitting at home and suddenly she gets a text from james to come outside and he's standing there🥲🥲🥲🥲 so she asks what he's doing there and he's like "i just wanted to kiss you" SORRY IF IT'S TOO SPECIFIC
thanks for requesting, sweetie!
f!reader 1.1k words cw: drunk jamie
You're half asleep when your phone pings, illuminating the darkness of your bedroom in a distracting glow and you're half asleep, content to ignore the single ping, a problem for tomorrow. But another one follows a moment later, the third only seconds after the second. With a huff, your hand reaches out to grab blindly for the device.
James' contact photo smiles at you from the corner of the notification box, his glasses askew and hair a mess. Your favourite photo of him, despite how vehemently he detests it. The messages are a jumble of words you struggle to make out, vowels in the wrong places and an amusing amount of emojis, even for James. A laugh huffs it way out of you as the three text bubbles appear once again, and a fourth message comes through. A photo of your house.
You'd be concerned, should anyone else have sent you the eerie looking photo of your house in utter darkness, but James is a love sick fool. You'd have to be blind not to know that about your boyfriend, even if things between you are still pretty new. He's not got a bad bone in his body. But it doesn't stop the way you sit up in a panic, scanning the floor of your bedroom for less embarrassing clothing. You come up empty, and your phone is incessantly buzzing in your hands now that James knows you've read his messages.
You use the glow of your phone to find your way downstairs, your house keys, make your way to the door and unlock it. James is sprawled out on the grass of your front garden, phone comically close to his face as he squints at the words he's typing. Drunk. Absolutely obliterated, clearly. You'll give Sirius shit for it, tomorrow, you think, as you let an exasperated laugh tumble from your lips.
James whips his head around at the noise, scrambles like a puppy to stand and bound his way over to you. He tramples some of the flowers planted around the borders of the grass and you fight a wince. He's on you in seconds, warmth radiating from him despite having been out in the cold for god knows how long. His arms are strong and steady, even though he reeks of beer, as he pulls you into them, lips firmly planted on the top of your head.
You try to peek over his shoulder for any sign of who dropped him off, but the street is empty, desolate, and you decide he must've walked from the pub.
Sleep still clings to the edges of your eyes as James pushes you back - uncoordinated and a little roughly, but you don't mind - and holds your face in his warm hands. "Hi, lovely girl." His voice is sweet and brimming with excitement at the sight of you and your heart swells.
"What on earth are you doing here, James?" You ask, though your words are kind and laced with amusement.
Your boyfriend only grins like the cat who got the cream, like he can't wait to tell you all about his adventure, until his eyes snag on your pyjamas. Technically, his pyjamas. His old juniors rugby top from secondary school and his boxer shorts, left abandoned by him last week when he'd slept in for breakfast with his mum and left in a hurry, a kiss placed to your cheek and the promise of being home for dinner. It had felt so domestic you'd had to talk yourself down from overflowing excitement for hours.
"Woah." James breathes, eyes wide.
You'd known he wouldn't mind you wearing his clothes, even if a little embarrassment at the idea had clung to your skin as you slipped them on before bed. But you hadn't expected him to feel like that about it.
"Easy tiger, you're three sheets to the wind." You chide softly, using the distraction to usher him into the hallway.
You close and lock the door behind him, place the keys in the bowl beside the door. James finds you in the darkness, hands soft against the fabric of his clothes on your body. You don't have to see him to know he's smiling that coy smile he gets whenever he seems to remember he has you.
"Am not." He mumbles, as if your statement has just now caught up with him.
You laugh, take his hand to lead him towards your bedroom. He follows quietly and without protest, but frowns when you flip on the overhead light and place him on the edge of your bed.
"What happened to Sirius' epic boys night on the town?" You ask, hands on his face as you crowd the in between of his legs.
His hands come to rest against the backs of your thighs, grip firm but soothing. He smiles, head lolling to the side, "Well," He sighs, as if buckling in for some wild tale of beasts slaughtered and mountains climbed, all just to get to you, "Sirius and Remus got drunk, like really, really drunk, and touchy and they were kissing and it made me realise how much I wanted to kiss you. So I left, and I came here for a quick kiss."
"A quick kiss?" You ask, eyebrow raised.
James just smiles, nodding dutifully, like it makes the most sense in the world. "Yeah, I gotta go back. They don't know I left."
You let out a long, suffering sigh, reaching for your phone beside James. "You can't just leave and not tell anyone where you're going."
"If they even realise I'm gone, they'll know where I am. With you." James shrugs.
"How do you reckon?"
"Where else would I be?" He asks, so serious and determined, so sure of himself that it makes your breath catch in your throat.
You can't help but smile, sweet and saccharine, glowing all over as you lean down to press your lips to James'.
"You're sweet."
James wrinkles his noise, grip tightening on your thighs as he pulls you down to him, falling backwards with a gentle thud. You catch yourself before your head collides with his nose and James grins, childish and playful, "You're sweet, too."
"Thanks, Jamie."
He presses his lips to yours, again, simple and warm. He knows he's in no condition for anything else, simply tucks you into his side and tries to get you to fall asleep with him, right there in the middle of the bed, on top of the blankets.
He's dead to the world in seconds, so you don't have much room for argument.
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weaponizedducks · 2 days
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'but girl she killed people!' so. she deserved to what do you want me to do about it
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dogstarmoonheart · 9 hours
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So like…. season 3?
about a year ago I started on season 1 so this only seems fitting!
this is a song I made ;) ⬇️
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marauders snapchat s.3 pt.1
I’ve missed this so much.
is it super embarrassing and lame to say that i’ve been busy? work-life sucks :D
another season another season <3 and hey, spring is the season for rebirth! everybody knows that XD
missed you loads SEE YOU SOON
*KISSES* / hazel
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any of the original images. They were all taken from Pinterest
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starcroyance · 2 days
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bimoonphases · 2 days
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@wolfstarmicrofic March 26 – prompt 26: Amortentia – word count 946
Amortentia - The world’s strongest love potion, does not create love but obsession
Remus had feared that particular Potions lesson since the smile on Slughorn’s face when he had announced it.
“Of course, Amortentia’s use is forbidden, and its brewing strictly restricted, therefore you will not learn how to make it,” the Professor had said. “I will brew it personally and you will smell it, because its smell is not only different for everyone but it  also corresponds to the smell of the person you’re most attracted to.”
There had been whispers in the classroom, and the few established couples in their year had smiled at each other.
“Yes, yes, you think you’ll have it easy,” Slughorn had chuckled. “But I’ve seen my fair share of people smelling something completely unexpected in Amortentia, so be warned!”
So now they were gathered around a fuming cauldron, their faces in various degrees of anxiousness.
“Well, come on!” Slughorn clapped his hands. “Who’s first? Mr Potter, be brave! After all, your love for Ms Evans is no secret to anyone!”
James grimaced, but he moved closer to the cauldron all the same.
“I smell…” he took a deep breath. “I smell the Library. And the Quidditch pitch in the sun and…” he hesitated. “Mint tea.”
Remus frowned. He knew Lily’s scent better than anyone thanks the the wolf’s nose, but none of those things belonged to her. He shot a look at James, who immediately looked at his feet.
“Ms McKinnon.”
“I, uhm,” Marlene went beet-red. “Coffee, pencils and peaches.”
“Interesting, wonder who that could be?” Sirius chuckled.
Even Remus remembered that glorious day when Dorcas Meadowes had shown up to the Gryffindor Quidditch team practice and Marlene had flown right into a goalpost when Dorcas had bitten into one of the peaches she had brought along.
“Now now, Mr Black, we don’t tease our classmates about Amortentia,” Slughorn smiled. “You never know what’s in store for you! Ms MacDonald, please.”
Remus swallowed. He knew perfectly well what would happen the second he got a closer whiff of the potion. He would smell leather, or cigarettes, or the firewhiskey he had drunk at that party when Sirius had ended up sitting in his lap and he had realised he was stupidly, desperately and hopelessly in love with him. He would have to lie about it to the whole class.
“Summer breeze, books and… leather?” Mary groaned. “Oh, come on!”
“I know, I’m unforgettable,” Sirius winked at her.
“And to smell like books you would have to open one,” Mary retorted.
Peter was next. He took a deep breath, got suddenly pale, then turned bright red and stumbled back.
“Are you quite alright, Mr Pettigrew?”
“Is it possible to smell more than one person, Professor?” Peter whispered.
“Ah. Yes, it’s happened before. Attraction is variable and not even magic can always determine if there’s only one person for you. What did you smell?”
“Roses, violets and lemons.”
Remus recognised the perfumes Peter’s last three girlfriends had worn and he looked at James. Maybe even what he had smelled belonged to multiple people.
“Mr Lupin, go ahead.”
Remus’s stomach twisted and he braced himself getting closer to the cauldron. But none of the smells he had thought about filled his nose. Instead, other things came up and none were Sirius’s smell.
“Well, Mr Lupin?”
Remus stepped back. He didn’t even have to lie then.
“Fireplace ash, late night rain and gingerbread,” he said.
He looked across the room to Sirius. Sirius was staring back, wide-eyed and pale as a ghost. Remus was about to say something when Sirius stumbled back and suddenly ran out of the classroom. Without even thinking, Remus ran after him. He ran along the dungeon corridors and up the stairs, into the main corridor and almost colliding against Regulus rounding a corner.
“What’s gotten into you two?” Regulus exclaimed, barely managing to not spill his tea.
“Where’s Sirius?”
“Outside, but-”
Remus didn’t stay to hear the rest of the sentence. As he ran towards the castle door, the wolf’s nose registered the smell coming from Regulus’s tea. Mint.
He finally caught up with Sirius at the lake.
“Padfoot?” he panted.
“What you smelled in the Amortentia…” Sirius’s voice was shaking.
“I don’t even know what it was…”
“I do.”
Sirius turned around. His eyes were glistening with tears, and Remus’s heart dropped as he fought with all he had the urge to get closer and take him in his arms and kiss him until he felt better.
“It had just rained the night I ran from my parents’ house,” Sirius said slowly. “When I fell into the Potters’ fireplace Effie had just gotten gingerbread out of the oven.”
“How could I smell your memories, Pads?” Remus whispered.
“Maybe Amortentia works differently on a wolf’s nose. But why did you smell mine specifically, Moony?”
Remus’s shoulders slumped. How he wished now he had smelt what he had prepared himself to and lied about it.
“I…”
“Before class started I sneaked in as Padfoot,” Sirius murmured. “I wanted to see if I smelt something different as a dog.”
“And?”
“I smelled you,” Sirius looked up at him.
Remus’s heart skipped a beat.
“You did?” he breathed. “And what did you smell as you?”
Sirius took a step forward, bringing them so close Remus could almost count all of his eyelashes.
“I don’t care,” he said. “As Padfoot I didn’t smell just things that reminded me of you, Moony. I smelled all of you. I think that’s proof enough.”
Remus started to nod, but then he moved, or Sirius did or they both did and half a second later they were kissing, hanging on each other as if their lives depended on it.
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swag696942069 · 2 days
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Happy birthday, James Potter. Happy birthday, love. It's too bad you're dead. You would've loved "So American" by Olivia Rodrigo
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regthelionhearted · 16 hours
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I stand by most of this but ESP where I placed Remus
(All art by pestoprongs)
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poolpvrty · 3 days
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(4/10) Lily as Dexter Charming and Mary as Cedar Wood!
( og post/concept )
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k-llforme · 2 days
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I'll tell you.
I have never truly seen a more fitting character to be headcanon-ed as Italian than Barty Crouch Jr.
(And I'm Italian, bro)
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Lily: You guys are our boys. Marlene: Exactly. We love you guys. Mary: And we don't play favourite. James: Slytherins pranked us while you were gone. Lily, Marlene and Mary, in perfect union: Is Peter okay?
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t1oui · 3 days
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it’s springtime where i live so here are some flower-centered marauders headcanons
james not knowing what flowers to buy regulus for valentine’s day and picking wildflowers in the forbidden forest instead
lily and james making each other (and their friends/partners) flower crowns whenever they’re outside
regulus pressing flowers in his journal for dorcas to use in her art
pandora braiding flowers into her and evan’s hair (evan is being held hostage)
all of them giving each other flowers 24/7
at first, barty and evan think this is stupid, but they finally give in and barty starts giving evan roses. it’s annoyingly cute, according to pandora, who says she — another rosier — should be given the same treatment. nobody asks why barty gives both twins flowers at breakfast every morning
pandora and james doing each others’ makeup and painting flowers on their faces
mary making muggle perfume with flower petals and making piles of money selling it to pureblood slytherins and ravenclaws who’ve never seen it before
the 7th gryffindor boy’s dorm filled with flowers because remus is constantly getting them for sirius (he’s such a simp)
similar to the pandora + evan flowers hc, james braiding flowers into sirius’s hair whenever he’s bored
students putting bouquets of flowers all over the school — in the halls, dungeons, great hall, library, etc. — to brighten it up
(most teachers don’t allow flowers in their classrooms, and mcgonagall is no different… unless the flowers are from sirius.)
sirius giving mcgonagall little handfuls of flowers every week that she keeps on her desk
marlene tying flowers in with the bristles of her broom
peter making flower necklaces for him and dorcas (she’s allergic but she loves them)
pandora and james owling flowers to regulus in the mornings when he’s nervous before a test or having a bad day or something
just. flowers
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fourmoony · 2 days
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hey, you could do something with reader telling james (or poly!marauders) that you're pregnant. reader was tense and hesitant about what his reaction would be, as she thought he wouldn't like the idea
thanks for requesting!
f!reader 1k cw: pregnancy
James has his head almost inside the pot of soup on the stove, poking and prodding at it with a wooden spoon as though it may bite him, when you cross through the arched entryway of the kitchen. He turns his head over his shoulder when he hears your socked feet padding across the tiled flooring, glasses fogged up and his smile bright.
"I don't think I did it right." He tells you, forbearing a greeting all together.
His brows hook in the middle when he turns back to the pot, lips pouted just a little. You peek over his shoulder to find a simmering pot of vegetable water and find yourself biting back a smile. Sweet James, your loving and doting boyfriend, always up for a challenge. You don't have the heart to tell him there's entirely too much water and not nearly enough stock in the pot, so you rub his shoulder encouragingly, place a kiss to it, after. "Looks lovely, handsome."
It pulls a warm smile out of your boyfriend, who seems more encouraged by your words than you think he should be. He's so trusting, so loving, leads with his heart and his soul, and nothing else. He puts too much faith in you.
"Remus' never looks like this, but I s'pose thats because he does it in the slow cooker." James placates himself with a shrug, eyes back on the steaming pot.
You hum a mild agreement, pulling yourself up onto the worktop so you're facing James. He likes the company whenever he's cooking. You like the domesticity, the routine, spending time with him whilst completing a task, talking about your day, your friends. It's nice, to be so comfortable with the person you love.
"Did you write down the instructions as he was giving you them? Or are you going from memory?" You ask James apprehensively.
He doesn't reply at first, too occupied with throwing a load of raw potatoes into the pot. They drop to the bottom of the pot with a sickening thud, water splashing over the sides. James winces as a droplet catches the side of his arm and turns to you with a weary look, "From memory. He was going too fast and the landline was crackly."
There's no saving the soup now, so you allow James to continue his ministrations. You'll pretend it's even better than Remus'. Anything for James. Anything to see him smile.
"He said he hopes you're feeling better soon, by the way. Sirius, too." James adds, face dangerously close to the open flame of the gas cooker as he adjusts the heat.
You blanch. You'd mentioned feeling poorly to James yesterday morning, a little tired, a little sick, stiff, the normal beginnings of a cold. The soup makes sense, now. "You asked Remus for his soup recipe because I mentioned feeling a little poorly once?"
James nods, shrugs like it's no big deal.
You've never felt this kind of love before, the kind of care and consideration James has.
"Jamie, I'm not poorly." Your voice is a little unsteady.
You'd wanted to wait, tell him when you'd figured out how you felt about it yourself. Wanted to be sure whether this was something you wanted, something James would want. You know he's a good man, a good person with a massive heart, but you've not been together for as long as you'd have liked, you're not married, there's a list of things that could make James run for the hills and you wouldn't blame him.
But you know him. You know James Potter. He's never ran from anything.
"Well it's too late for that, I've already made the ruddy soup, now." James teases, poking the pudge of your thigh with the tip of the wooden spoon.
"James," You try to garner his full attention, away from the burning vegetable water, "I wasn't poorly."
He frowns, probably trying to pin together the phrase with the way you're acting and comes up with nothing, so he says nothing.
"I'm pregnant."
James doesn't say anything for a minute. You can't read him. Eyes wide, jaw slack, eyebrows lost in the messy tuft of his fringe. Just when you think the silence might choke you, the fire alarm sounds, loud and abrasive. It kick starts your boyfriend's brain and he grabs the nearest tea towel, motioning for you to stay put, and wafts the smoke away from the detector.
After, in the silence that follows, he leans over the kitchen sink and opens the window, turns off the stove.
"When did you find out?" He asks, voice unwaveringly calm.
Your heart slams against your rib cage, scared and begging you to run, "This morning."
James nods, "How do you feel?"
"Nauseous. Confused. Scared."
James softens, crosses the distance between you. His hands are soft on your face when he slots between your legs, eyes swimming with emotion. He smells faintly like OXO stock cubes and his normal cologne as he rests his forehead against yours and heaves a deep breath. "You wanna do this?"
"Only if you do." You answer truthfully.
"I love you, you know that?" His voice comes out hoarse, and you realise he's holding back tears.
Tears spring to your eyes, too, when you nod, "I know."
"There's no one else I'd rather do it with."
Relief washes over you like a bucket of cold water, bringing the air back to your lungs, life back to your heart. You're laughing into the kiss that James presses to your lips, giddy and excited. He presses two gentle pecks there, after, and one to your forehead.
"Holy shit I'm gonna be a Dad." He sounds awed, in disbelief.
You laugh, "Yeah. You are."
"And you're gonna be a Mum."
"That's generally how it works, babe." You say placatingly, thumbs swiping over his rounded cheeks, holding his face in place. His smile is like the sun, bright and blinding. You feel warm all over just looking at it.
"I need to phone Sirius." James announces, turning on his heel to make for the landline.
You shouldn't be surprised, not when Sirius is an extension of your boyfriend's being. So, you simply wait until you can hear James ramming his fingers against the telephone, and dump a couple more stock cubes into the soup.
He can thank you later.
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rip sirius, you would have loved doing dumb personality quizzes on buzzfeed and then sharing your results with everyone you know
rip james, you would have loved going to starbucks and ordering a fruity (yes pun intended) refresher and a sugar cookie
rip remus, you would have loved reading smutty book recs you got off of booktok
rip regulus, you would have loved watching fireworks, even though the noises are too loud
rip lily, you would have loved hating and canceling random people on the internet
rip pandora, you would have loved facetiming all of your friends everyday
rip barty, you would have loved ding dong ditching people at 3am and leaving notes on their front porch that are just like "do you have them?" and nothing else; also calling people "pookie"
rip mary, you would have loved watching videos of cats doing silly stuff on tiktok
rip evan, you would have loved going to prom knowing full well you were the one who make everyone choose the dumbest theme
rip marlene, you would have loved going to playgrounds just to terrorize little kids
rip dorcas, you would have loved gossiping about people and yelling "slay" out for the smallest things
rip peter, you would have loved giving people trust issues ;)
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insomniacirl · 2 days
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAMES POTTER!!!
You're real to me babycakes
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I made a new Playlist based on my Marauders Muggle AU (the one I always write about).
New Romantics because that song describes them perfectly. And other similar about the chaos of being teenagers. Mostly 2000's and 2010's vibes.
Check it out if you want.
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ther0sesared3ad · 17 hours
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inspired by a post i just saw by @mia-675 - what jackets i think the marauders era characters would wear
Sirius - black leather jacket (motorcycle jacket style) and he would wear loads of pins on it
Remus - brown leather bomber jacket (i have one exactly like it 🥳🥳) with massive pockets to fit his books
Peter - light blue denim jacket probably with a hoodie underneath
James- red and white varsity jacket type of thing with ‘Gryffindor quidditch team’ and a lion on the back
Lily - a green denim jacket with flowers embroidered onto the back
Regulus - an ankle length black trench-coat that is tailor made to fit him
Marlene - cherry red leather jacket
Pandora - a white lace shawl type of thing, she probably hates long sleeves so wears this instead
Barty - refuses to wear a jacket no matter what the weather is
Evan - a black hoodie that he painted on using bleach (probably a skeleton tbh)
Dorcas - a dark purple bell sleeved wrap cardigan typa thing
Mary - really chunky knitted cardigans, probably in white or pink
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