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Peter Pettigrew and The Marauders
By: Accio_Sriracha
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: (minor) Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, (minor) James Potter & Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black & Remus Lupin & Peter Pettigrew & James Potter & Lily Evans Potter
Characters: Peter Pettigrew, Sirius Black, James Potter, Remus Lupin, Lily Evans Potter, Marlene McKinnon, Dorcas Meadowes, Alice Longbottom, Frank Longbottom
Word Count: 5k :)
Additional Tags: Peter Pettigrew is a Marauder, Peter Pettigrew Needs a Hug, Good Peter Pettigrew, Young Peter Pettigrew, Peter Pettigrew-centric, POV Peter Pettigrew, Nice Peter Pettigrew, Marauders Era (Harry Potter), Marauders, Marauders Friendship (Harry Potter), Please Don't Hate Me, Fluff, Fluff without Plot
Summary:
An ode to the young Peter Pettigrew.
To brotherhood, to love and carefree laughter, to the man who brings the snacks on roadtrips and to study groups; though he may not be the glue, he will always be the warmth of these four childhood best friends.
#marauders#harry potter#marauders era#peter pettigrew#good peter pettigrew#young peter pettigrew#peter pettigrew-crentric#POV: peter pettigrew#nice peter pettigrew#marauders fanfiction#please dont hate me#fluff#so much fluff#fluff without plot#peter pettigrew needs a hug#hes such a soft boi#i love him so much#please let them be happy
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Regulus "Yeah. I'm gay. Why does that matter?" Black and James "Guys? No I don't like guys. What? No I just l, you know I'm not like that I'm not- it's different for me, alright? I can't be I just can't be. Of course I support you, Sirius But I'm... Not. I'm not. I really swear on it I, I swear it. It's too confusing. So what if I find no pleasure in women, maybe it's just a me thing maybe- Yeah okay I kissed a guy and it felt like a weight was lifted off of my chest but that doesn't mean that I'm... Okay sure, I feel romantic attraction toward someone and that someone happens to be a man but it isn't because it's a man it's- No you don't get it I can't be gay that's..too much change. I was supposed to be straight I was supposed to- I was supposed to be normal. Girls like me.. Why can't I like girls? Nobody hates me when I just like girls. Sure I don't really like them but it's easier to be with them. Yeah, maybe I'm only happy when I'm with him but society isn't happy when we're together so why bother, Sirius? Why bother being anything at all if it isn't something I'm not? The world wanted me to like girls so now I do. At least I'll try to. I'll force it down my throat if I have too it's just easier. It's more digestible for the rest of them that way. Okay yeah it hurts and yeah I feel like my entire earth is on fire in the worst way possible and yes I'm gay. Yeah. I'm gay alright? And I don't think I know how to be. I'm so sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. Why am I like this? Why-" Potter.
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#James Potter has internalized homophobia.#james potter#peter pettigrew#marauders#remus lupin#sirius black#regulus black#marauders era#james fleamont potter#James Potter supports everyone#James potter needs a HUG bro#james potter angst#sunseeker#starchaser#jegulus
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sirius: i’m fighting the next person to insult you >:(
remus: i hate myself
sirius: alright square the fuck up you gorgeous bastard
#marauders era#marauders#sirius black#remus lupin#harry potter#wolfstar#idiots in love#remus needs a hug#sirius will give him one#text posts#incorrect quotes#just kidding this happened#why? bc i said so#james potter#peter pettigrew
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Autoimmune Diseased Brain
summary: Remus realizes many things when the door to the dorm opens.
word count: 534
notes: while this doesn't have any explicit triggers, it does mention feelings and thought related to mental illness
His stomach didn’t feel good. It might have been because of the dinner, the food wasn’t really great today and it made him feel a bit sick as he ate it, but James wouldn’t have let him skip a meal. Plus, he wanted to be there, eating with his friends. He wanted to be alright.
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When the door to their dorm opened, the first thing Remus realized about himself was that he wanted to throw up.
It hadn't worked, apparently.
And he knows, deep down, that the food wasn’t the only thing that wasn’t really great today.
When the door to their dorm opened, the second thing Remus realized about himself was that he had a headache.
These constant headaches really can’t be normal. He’s been having them for some months now, and he can’t figure out why they keep coming up. And he gets them at really random times too. Sometimes they show up near the full moon, which makes sense, but other times he’s just chilling in bed and he feels them. He should probably check with Madam Pomfrey.
He also should start drinking more water. And sleeping more. He also should learn how to ask for help.
When the door to their dorm opened, the third thing Remus realized about himself was that his back hurt.
To be fair, he has been spending too much time laying down the past weeks, so it’s likely from that. But can he help it? He’s just so tired all the time. And okay, he does feel good when he goes out and does something, like planning a prank with his mates, taking a walk by the Black Lake, or just organizing his closet while listening to Ziggy Stardust, but the crash after doing things always leaves him hurting and tired, and not just physically.
When the door to their dorm opened, the fourth thing Remus realized about himself was that his chest felt tight.
Now, that’s a feeling he’s quite used to. He always feels like his mind is too full, like his future is too uncertain, like people are too confusing, like his feelings are too strong. Like everything is too much.
He really ought to start speaking more, communicating better, letting things go. His heart is only so big, and it can’t keep everything.
When the door to their dorm opened, the fifth thing Remus realized about himself was that his brain was at it again.
You see, Remus’s brain loves picking fights, despite Remus himself being extremely afraid of confrontation. It loves judging Remus’s every action and making him question if he’s loved, if he’s worth good things, if he deserves care. For the organ that’s supposed to be in charge of everything, Remus’s brain seems to love being an impostor.
Almost as if it’s sick with an autoimmune disease.
That's a lot of things to realize in such a short time, isn't it? It would certainly drive someone mad.
But, when the door to their dorm opened, the sixth thing Remus realized about himself was that he was going to be alright. Because, right there and then, Sirius, James and Peter were arriving from their detention.
Yeah, he'll be alright.
#marauders#marauders era#marauders oneshot#remus#remus lupin#remus john lupin#remus and sirius#remus and james#remus and peter#sirius black#james potter#peter pettigrew#remus lupin needs a hug#levi's marauders#levi's writing
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im only on chapter 50 of TCOPT but its put me in a young peter appreciation mood, i love him playing drums and i need him to understand hes not boring
#motswolo#the cadence of part time poets#marauders#the marauders#young peter pettigrew#peter pettigrew#i love young peter#i also love lottie she needs a hug#all the pettigrew siblings tbh#they have such golden vibes#am i realising i relate to this peter#...unless?
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hc that Peter had misophonia and that’s why he’s left out of fics so often, like op may want me to believe that he just wasn’t there but in my heart he’s off crying because James was breathing too loud
#marauders#peter pettigrew#james potter#marauders headcannons#misophonia#he’s just like me fr#this is a peter pettigrew stan account#the marauders#he just needs a hug and some earplugs
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It is another level of pain to think of a 15-year-old James Potter sobbing in a bathroom stall in the middle of the night, hiding his torment from Remus and Peter, because Sirius Black has just fucked everything up and he hates him so much and he doesn’t think he will ever be able to truly forgive Sirius for his actions and it hurts because he still loves Sirius and he still wants to hug him and tell him everything will be alright, but he cant — and he won’t— because just the mere sight of Sirius dammed Black makes his blood boil.
And above everything else, James noticed it, they was Remus’ eyes would settle on Sirius a moment too long, or the way Remus seemed to drown in the sound of Sirius’ laughter, or the way he would fluster whenever Sirius got a little too close. And above everything else, Sirius broke Remus’ heart —not just his trust— and that is, James thinks, a sin he cannot forget or forgive.
So he cries, alone and shattered, for the —best— friend he lost, who was his brother, who was his soulmate, who was his forever. So he cries, alone and shattered, for all the broken hearts that Sirius Black is responsible for.
#james potter#someone give this boy a hug#james potter need a hug#I hurt even myself with this#remus lupin#sirius balck#Sirius Black fucked up#like really#he fucked up#the marauders#the prank#peter pettigrew
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Slithering Hearts
Chapter 2
Pairing : Regulus Black x Fem!reader
Synopsis : You begin an unlikely friendship with the little Black. And soon your whole life seems to have become a tumultuous pathway. The catch, James Potter is your brother.
Notes : A ride in Hogwarts express and the awaited House sorting
Masterlist / Series Masterlist
You were showing off your new owl to your mom, Euphemia, who smiled at the owl "He indeed is cute, what have you named it".
"Altair" you had exclaimed when James came running, more like dragging one of his friends.
"Mom, mom, meet him, It's Sirius" James exclaimed pointing at the other guy who stiffly bowed,
"It's nice to meet you Mrs. Potter".
Euphemia smiled pushing him up by his shoulders, "There's no need for such formalities dear". Sirius smiled, relaxing, then he glanced at you and smirked, "You must be the baby potter"
You turned at your brother glaring, "Baby potter", to which he just shrugged.
Turning to Sirius, you extended your hand, "I am Y/N Potter, one year younger, so not a baby".
Sirius chuckled shaking your hand, "If that pleases you".
Euphemia laughed, "Okay now, Sirius why don't you join us, we were gonna go for ice-cream". Sirius looked conflicted, "I would have loved to Mrs.Potter but my mother would kill me if I don't return back". Euphemia nodded, "Later then".
The rest of the shopping went by quick, you had brought many new books, like :-
"A detailed guide to mastering the first year " by Hana Dygh
"The Dark Forces : A Guide to self protection" by Quentin Trimble
with some other light reads. After you two had brought everything required, living and non living, you left the alley with a new member, Altair.
You were packed for Hogwarts, standing at the station you hugged your mom, while your dad was telling James to take care of you, since he was the older brother, which james grudgingly agreed to, earning a light slap on the back of his head. You hugged your dad and told them goodbyes, promising to write to them.
You got on the train with James, who wandered through the cabins before stopping on one where two boys were sitting and talking. One of them was comparatively small, with little eyes, while the other was quite lanky, with was a strange scar running down his neck, he was to first to glance up.
"Hey Mate", they all hugged each other while you stood quite awkwardly at the side, "And this is my sis, Y/N", you shook their hands as they introduced themselves,
"Peter Pettigrew, nice to meet you"
"Remus Lupin, pleasure to meet you"
"Pleasure to meet you too", you said shaking his hand, there seemed to be a wound on his wrist too, it seemed fresh, like an animal's claw, was he attacked, however you didn't stare, instead moved to sit beside James.
The train gate was banged open, huffing wildly, Sirius was standing there grinning, "Hello Guys" he grinned, however behind him you saw the same boy you had seen at the pet shop, he seemed almost embarassred at Sirius's antics, more so as everyone's eye shifted to him.
"This thing here is the new pride of the noble house of Black, Regulus" Sirius announced patting his shoulder.
The boy, Regulus seemed to cower more in itself, glancing tensely, until they landed at you, stopping in recognition. You smiled extending your hand to him, "Y/N Potter". He gently shook it. "Regulus Black"
The train ride was quite tense at first but then, it slowly eased into a more comfortable environment as everyone began talking about their summer, you learned about the various books Remus has read, about Sirius's "evil" as he claimed mothter. However, Regulus sitting infront of you was mostly reserved, so you tried your best to open him up.
"I named my owl Altair, what did you name yours?"
Regulus seemed to be lost in a deep thought, before blurting "Vega"
"That's a nice name"
"Thanks" he uttered the lightest pink dusting his cheeks.
The dusk came soon as the sun dipped into the horizon. The train landed at Hogmeade station, which you looked at wide eyed, it was a beautiful sight, you had heard them talk about it but it was different actually looking at it.
"Open your mouth a bit more and it will fall off" James snickered, leading you to hit him. "Okay, zouwu, first years go by the boat, don't fall in the river"
Sirius snapped his head at you, "Zouwu"
James turned excitedly, "It's a really funny story, on-oomph" James huffed as you hit him again, and fell silent after you threatened him with an embarassing story of his. They all went to the carraiges while you and Regulus joined other 1st years on the boat ride.
The boat you were on consisted of you, Rgulus, a girl named Ismelda and a guy named Barnaby. The dark lake was pitch black, with only the reflection of lights hung on your boats.
Barnaby searched his pockets, "Do you want to see in the black lake, I have someth-" a splash echoed as he slipped into the lake, without thinking you jumped after him, in the icy cold water. Seeing only darkness, you wildly flung your hand until your hand graabbed his leg, holding it you broke the surface, barely able to keep up, you felt two pair of hands wrap around you pulling you and Barnaby up, who coughed and gasped.
Regulus looked at you, "Are you okay?"
Barnaby spluttered, "I'm fine", causing you to snort.
Soon both of you were dry with a swoosh of Professor McGonagoll's wand, who looked at you pointedly, something about potters always present during troubles, and led to the great hall for house sorting. One by one students were called and sorted, leading a cheer from their respective houses. Regulus went before you, sitting apprehensively at the stool.
"SLYTHERIN"
You glanced at Sirius, who visibly slumped, eyes glinting with dissapointment. Regulus looked relaxed but solemn. And soon your name was called, before the hat covered your eyes, you saw James giving you a thumbs-up with a wide grin. Sitting in anticipation, you waited in baited breath, suddenly a voice spoke to you, in your mind,
"Hmm, you seem to have a wandering mind yet its sharp, theres bravery, potential"
Thrn it was a sharp silence, and a loud cheer as your ears rang and you tried to make sure you had heard correctly,
"SLYTHERIN"
#regulus black#regulus black x y/n#regulus black x you#regulus black series#regulus black x reader#regulus black x female reader#timothee x reader#timothee chalamet x reader#timothée chalamet#timothee fanfic#marauders era#marauders#james potter#sirius black#remus lupin#peter pettigrew
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In honor of impmas 2024, I present to you good godfather sirius black and the one and only time I will ever write harry, ft. some groupchat crack treated seriously. happy birthday, @impishtubist!
“Where have you been?”
Harry jumps, the uncanny impersonation of Molly Weasley reverberating through the dusty rafters and black lacquer front hall of Grimmauld Place. Sirius smirks, grabs the lanky fifteen year-old by the scruff and pulls him into an all-encompassing hug.
“Didn’t half scare me, Sirius,” Harry grumbles into his chest, and there’s the whisper of an attempt to pull away, but his heart isn’t really in it. In any case, Sirius doesn’t let him go, just buries a grin into that mess of hair. Lemongrass shampoo and London grime.
“Serves you right, sneaking off in the middle of the night.”
“I wasn’t sneaking.”
“No? What time d’you call this, then?”
“A perfectly appropriate time of night to go for a walk,” his godson continues to grouse. “Needed to clear my head.” Only it doesn’t escape his notice that there hasn’t been another attempt to pull away. And he’s not wrong. It’s barely half eleven, only Harry’s at double risk on his own these days. If not Death Eaters or another bloody dementor, then the press who’ll hound him to the ends of the earth should they catch sight of the Boy Who Lied—fucking cunts—alone on walkabout without so much as his friends for a buffer. There’s a reason the Order’s got about ten layers of protocol surrounding his protection at all times. If it were anyone else who’d caught him slipping in through the front door, there’d be hell to pay.
Harry’s not stupid, though. Far from it, Sirius thinks, that old pride swelling in his chest. And he’s got James’s cloak for good measure, clutched in a hand that smells of hot concrete and pigeon shit.
Harry seems to sag against his chest, Sirius’s hand still wrapped around his nape. Summer sweat of a teenage boy on the brink of becoming a man.
“Knut for your thoughts?”
“M’fine.”
Liar.
These are the things, then. The little tells beyond the way Harry strains toward him like a houseplant yearning for the sun. It’s not the same as sniffing out smells—daffodils and murtlap essence and the endless putrid fecal stench of Azkaban—but it’s just as strong. Pheromones or some muggle toss like that, something he might ask Hermione Granger about if he remembers before she heads back off to school.
It’s something Sirius noticed a long time ago, the change that happened in fifth year when his own heightened senses were lent keener by the dog that now lived inside. He remembers that Prongs was bright and coppery like triumph when he stepped off the Quidditch pitch, or cinnamon-fresh like home. He remembers being sixteen, frustrated and hormonal and knowing he’d die on the spot if anyone caught him with his nose buried in Moony’s discarded trousers to see if there was anything there that might even hint he wasn’t alone in this.
And Harry…
Something sour signaling frustration. Harsh metallic that means fear. Beneath that, the sweet damp scent of hurt. Sirius can hardly blame him. Fuck Peter Pettigrew, if he ever gets out of this fucking godforsaken house arrest, Merline Maitland and the rest of her staff at the Prophet are at the very top of his hit list.
“Go to bed,” he tells him, pressing a kiss to his sweaty brow, one that smells of rubbish bins lining the streets for the morning to come.
Green eyes flick up, half shock. “Thought I’d get it in the neck.”
“Nah,” says Sirius, guiding him up the stairs. “Just let me know next time. Maybe Snuffles can come along, too.”
“Yeah,” says Harry, though they both know he won’t. Sirius doesn’t need to sniff that out to know. He still thinks he has to protect Sirius just as much as Sirius knows it's not his job to do it.
He’s a good boy, Prongs. Too good. He doesn’t deserve any of this.
And.
You’d be so bloody proud.
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｡☆ : . Garden Party . :☆｡ﾟ. ───
•̩̩*˚James Potter's birthday party ── 750 Follower event
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YOU'VE BEEN OFFERED A BOUQUET!!!
as thanks for getting me to almost 750 Followers, you have been offered a bouquet of flowers!! All you need to do is select a type of flower, the main color, a filler flower and a type of greenery!! Requests end on the seventh of April and first requests will be written first
please read everything before requesting!!!
── request rules, masterlist
type of flower/ character
⊹˚₊˚꒰🌹・꒱ THORNLESS ROSES ; James Potter (the birthday boy) Their usage began not just as a decorative touch to one’s home, but they were also used for medicinal purposes and to make perfumes, and their petals were even used as confetti for festive occasions such as James' birthday.
⊹˚₊˚꒰🌻・꒱ SUNFLOWER ; Remus Lupin They generally symbolize adoration, loyalty, and longevity in the language of flowers. Native Americans view sunflowers as a symbol of harvest and bounty since the flower provides seeds and pigments, in addition to being visually beautiful.
⊹˚₊˚꒰🏵️・꒱ HYDRANGEA ; Sirius Black You know summer is here when big, showy hydrangea bushes begin gracing gardens across the country. Some hydrangea flowers can turn a pretty pink or blue depending on the acidity or alkalinity of the soil, while others will remain white.
⊹˚₊˚꒰🌼・꒱ DAISY ; Peter Pettigrew Daisies are a very popular flower that can be found on every continent other than Antarctica. They belong to one of the largest known plant families and symbolize innocence, a connotation that comes from the Victorian era.
⊹˚₊˚꒰🌷・꒱ TULIP ; Luke Castellan There are over 150 species and 3,000 varieties of tulips, which are part of the lily family. At one point, tulips were more valuable than gold in Holland during a period called “Tulip Mania,” and their popularity has only spread with time.
⊹˚₊˚꒰🌸・꒱ DAHLIA ; Mattheo Riddle These attractive blooms come in a wide range of colors and can be easily incorporated into any existing or new garden. They also flower extremely long, first blooming midsummer and lasting through the first frost.
⊹˚₊˚꒰🌸・꒱ BEGONIA ; Lorenzo Berkshire With over 1,800 species native to tropical and subtropical regions around the world, begonias are one of the easiest-to-grow and best-loved plants we have in our gardens and homes.
type of greenery/ prompt
✦˚₊ ‧ ꒰🌿・꒱LEATHER FERN ; "Can you hug me?" The way the stem branches out creates a triangular shape and is great for adding body to floral decor. It can stand alone in a vase as a centerpiece or add a tropical flair to a floral arrangement.
✦˚₊ ‧ ꒰🌿・꒱MYRTLE ; Looking at each other, knowing it will never be the same Myrtle is one of the most popular types of greenery because of the variety of ways that it can be used. It has long stems that are lined with glossy leaves. The thick foliage that this creates looks best in floral centerpieces.
✦˚₊ ‧ ꒰🌿・꒱DUSTY MILLER ; "Can we have a date night tonight?" Because of its unique frosted foliage, the dusty miller has a wintry vibe. It is often used in winter weddings or in fall tablescapes.
✦˚₊ ‧ ꒰🌿・꒱LEMON LEAF ; "Can you wash my hair for me?" The lemon leaf has round, thick leaves that resemble the shape of lemons. Like the leather fern, it has a long-lasting vase life. Its shiny leaves work well with all flower types and are most fitting in vases as table centerpieces.
✦˚₊ ‧ ꒰🌿・꒱IVY ; Whether it was a mistake or not, he couldn't seem to find the strength to care Ivy is perfect for accessorizing and can be added to anything from floral headdresses to table centerpieces. The leaves cascade down its branches, making it ideal for wrapping around wreaths and adding flow to floral baskets.
✦˚₊ ‧ ꒰🌿・꒱SILVER DOLLAR EUCALYPTUS ; "Can I borrow your hat, please?" The silver dollar eucalyptus has one to two-inch circular leaves that resemble silver dollars. Its thin, bendable branches mirror that of the ivy, making it ideal for decorative wreaths and displays.
✦˚₊ ‧ ꒰🌿・꒱HONEY BRACELET ; "You promised me!!" The honey bracelet has long stems that are decorated with soft, thin leaves. Its thin stem is easily molded into any shape and can be used for just about anything.
✦˚₊ ‧ ꒰🌿・꒱GREVILLEA ; Realizing some things they know about each other haven’t changed and feeling comforted by that The grevillea is a unique type of decorative greenery with red stems that branch out into multiple green leaves. The branches vary in their length causing them to add depth to floral decor.
✦˚₊ ‧ ꒰🌿・꒱TREE FERN ; your own prompt idea The epithet name for the tree fern is virgatus, which means twiggy. Unlike its namesake, the tree fern has thin, wispy branches and leaves that are often used in corsages and boutonnieres.
✦˚₊ ‧ ꒰🌿・꒱OLIVE BRANCH ; song prompt Olive branch greenery adds a sage hue and a wild, windswept look. Incorporate it into your bridal bouquets, boutonnieres, bridesmaid bouquets and centerpieces.
filler flower/ character dynamic
๑❞・꒰💐・꒱ STATICE ; golden retriever x black cat The statice flower, also known as the sea lavender, is a beautiful purple flower that grows even smaller blooms than the stock.
๑❞・꒰💐・꒱ SNAP DRAGONS ; somehow gets good grades and has no idea the other hates them x studies incredibly hard and hates the other for having it easy The snapdragon is arguably one of the most unique flowers. Its bizarre name represents the face of the flower that opens and closes like the mouth of a dragon.
๑❞・꒰💐・꒱ STOCK FLOWERS ; celebrity x secret lover Stock flowers bloom from spring to fall and come in a multitude of colors ranging from soft white to bright purple. They develop small blooms that are perfect for adding a pop of color to any bouquet.
๑❞・꒰💐・꒱ POMS ; always gets hurt x personal nurse Poms are identified as spray flowers, which means they have more than one flower head on each stem. This makes them easy to include in any arrangement to enhance the look.
๑❞・꒰💐・꒱ DELPHINIUM ; insecure but beautiful x YOU'RE LITERALLY SO GPRGEOUS AND PRETTY!!! Delphinium gets its name from the Greek word “delphis,” which means dolphin. This refers to their beautiful purple and blue hues and closed flower buds that are shaped similar to the nose of a dolphin.
๑❞・꒰💐・꒱ GYP ; your own dynamic idea Gyps are also known as baby’s breath and are members of the carnation family. They are cute, tiny flowers that look finest when grouped in bunches.
main color/vibe
๑❞・꒰👒・꒱ YELLOW ; Platonic The color yellow is primarily associated with spreading happiness and joy; however, it is also the ideal color for symbolizing friendship. With their bright hue and cheery personality
๑❞・꒰👒・꒱ PINK ; Fluff Similar to red flowers, pink flowers have also grown to be a symbol of love, though they can also mean happiness, gentleness, and femininity
๑❞・꒰👒・꒱ WHITE ; Angst White is universally recognised to represent mourning as it symbolises peace, purity and love.
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Hop,Hop,Hop
Summary: Flirting with Draco was not the best idea, especially when you're dating Bellatrix Lestrage.
Warnings : DOM/SUB , bratty reader, eating out , dildos, mean bella, striping, overstimulation, kinda age gap (let me know if anything was forgotten)
Word count : I'm not sure
Pariring : Bellatrix Lestrange x Afab!reader
A/n : My old account got taken down, but this is one of my favorite fics I've ever written ,so please enjoy. Feedback is always welcome, but keep in mind I am dyslexic.
The death eater meetings where alway long and boring but Bella insisted i sit in on them with her it was a rule almost, this meeting was proticulary unfun all it was a stuttering Peter Pettigrew trying to explain the plain for the next attack only when Draco walked in did I get a rather fun idea. I was only a few years older than Draco, and he always had a fancy for me, even in Hogwarts. Seeing as the seat next to me was empty, he sat down.`Sorry, I was late, " he spoke. Peter just continued. I felt Bella, who was on the opposite side of me, putting in her hand on my knee. I looked over at Draco with playful eyes as I thought of what my plan was going to be. "Bellatrix the da-rk lord has a m-m-message for you , if y-you would follow me" Peter stuttering had become music to my ears before Bella left she placed a kiss on my cheek and whispered "I see those playful eyes,don't be bad while I'm gone baby".
My gosh, I was so bad the whole time Bella was gone. I was flirting a storm with Malfoy. "You know your eyes are so blue it's stunning," I spoke dumbly, caressing his cheeks with my palm ,draco blushed. That's when I say bella enter back into the
room i quickly left Draco running over to her, I gave her a hug but she held me for a moment "I see you didn't listen draco looks like a tomato,and you are in for a treat tonight" she spoke placing a kiss on my cheek.
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Night time couldn't come sooner. My attipation was so high I didn't like punishments but I loved how much attention Bella would give me.she walked into the bedroom finally i got up to greet her but she grabbed my hair."Oh no, bunny, no touching," she chuckled, pushing me to the ground. She let go of my hair and walked into the closet.once she came back out, she held a scary sight, a big dildo bigger than the other we have. It must be new. And no lube in sight my head was spinning, staring at the big purple dildo as my mouth watered."Aw baby, do you like your present?" She laughed again. I nodded to her amusement. She put the dildo down on the ground, and it was sticking to the hard cold floor."Now, now bunny, you are wearing far too many clothes." she came up to me and started ripping off my clothing. I gasped at the feeling of her ripping my dress clean off, leaving me in my bra and panties. "Oo, looks like I'm the overdressed one now." Bella looked at me as she slowly and teasingly took off her clothes, leaving her the sexiest lingerie I've ever seen. I gasped, seeing how the lingerie hugged her figure, making sure to show off her bosoms. I wanted to touch but remembered her words to me."Now, if you do as I say, you will be in for an almost bearable night. If not, well, let's hope that doesn't happen," she continued as he walked behind me. I felt my bra slip off of me down my arms to the floor, I felt her palms slowly move closer towards my boobs as she placed kisses along my shoulder as I whimpered into her touch. As she slowly caressed my boobs."Now bunny, I want you to lie down while I sit on your face, alright, my little baby." I was so eager. I just nodded, but she stopped my nodding by grabbing my chin. "I need words." Those words washed over me as i looked in her eyes "yes mommy".
I lay on the bed as Bella slowly made her way up towards me, leaving small kisses as she made her way to my boobs leaving small love bites before stealing my face. One part of the lingerie that I liked was that it was crochless as soon as she lowered herself on me, I licked a long strip against her fold she tasted like heaven. The more I licked and moved, the more sounds started escaping her mouth. I moved my tongue as fast as I could, wanting to see what else she would sound like "my little girl is so good" she said as I started sucking softly on her clit. She started shaking on top of me signaling that she was close I sucked as hard as I could only breathing when licking. I felt her release on to my tongue as she let out a loud moan I made sure to such up as much of her juices as I could. I could feel my chin it had her juices all over I didn't care.she soon got off of me and swiped the juices away kissing my lips softly "I hate to punish you but after what you pulled with draco even your amazing mouth can't help you" she said with remorse as she walked towards the dildo.
"Don't just lay there bunny, come on after all bunnies bounce," she let out a chuckle as she sat on a chair placed near the dildo. I slowly walked towards her, still intimidated by the size still."Bunny, come close," bella patted her lap, I sat down on her thigh as she kissed my collar as small sounds escaped my mouth. "Now bunny take off those lovely panty's and hop,hop,hop," she signaled towards the dildo. I took off my panties as she watched me. I was intimidated, but I was excited as well. I started to straddle the dildo I was wet enough to ease the tip in, but Bella was good at punishment in that way.the way of pain and pleasure. I moved it in and out, trying to stretch out more and make the toy wetter.``do you need help then" Bella asked not satisfied with my slow movements,she walked over to me put her hand on my hips making me sink onto the dildo farther.tears started falling softly as well as whimpers as I tried to adjust.she made me go down to the base I felt the dildo hit my cervix making me cry out."That wasn't that hard, was it?" she mocked. I started to move pain slowly started fading though the stretch was something to get used to the pleaser was new.the toy hit all the right spots, and the spots only bella made me feel."m-mommy,``I moaned out loudly."Yes baby," she responded, grabbing my hair so I could look back at her."it's so much,"I whinied incoherently. I cpuntinied bouncing on the didldo as Bella placed rough kisses on my lips. She put her hands on my hips and started moving me faster. I moaned at the contact, feeling my high approach,"mo-omy I'm cl-ose." I whimpered into our kiss. Bella licked her lips and started moving me faster as my moans got louder. My orgasum was aproting fast as Bella moved my hips faster, not slowly down at all. I yelled out "mommy" as I felt my high wash over me, I clenched around the toy as bellas movements didn't stop the overstimulation washing over me. "I didn't say you could stop," she said, pulling my hair.
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After my third orgasum, I was a puddle before her. The sounds were uncontrollable; anyone who passed by our door may have thought a minder was taking place." One more baby, then where done?" I bella softly kissed my cheek, and I bounced up and down.it wasn't long before the familiar feeling came back. I sped up chasing one last high. Once it hit, I let out a loud whine.bella kissed me as she told me I was a good girl and what felt like a million times.
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Me and Bella sat in the warm bath as she held me close, placing gentle kisses to my face."Now, don't ever talk to malfoy, or your legs won't just wobble," she warned. "Yes, mommy," I replied as I let my head rest against her shoulder, slowly drifting to sleep.
Go get some holy water and have an amazing day. I love you 🫶🏻🫶🏻
~Joy
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In this moment, Remus Lupin was nothing but a man.
As he stared at the scene before him. Harry pointing a wand at his godfather, his father's best friend, Remus' only love.
Twelve years Remus had lived in painful silence.
Twelve years he saw his friends in every animal he passed, every large black dog, every deer, every rat.
Twelve years he saw Sirius in the sky, felt his touch beside empty sheets, saw his eyes in a passing strangers.
Twelve years he'd waited, wondering how long it would take for the memories to fade. For the late nights in the shreiking shack and the early mornings grouped up beside the fire to go away.
They never did.
He remembered everything, every detention, every smile, every laugh, every weekend at hogsmeade and holiday feast. He remembered every tear they shared, every heartbreak, every prank gone wrong and disappointed looks from Minerva McGonagall.
But as he looked into those eyes again, he knew it would take a lot longer than twelve years to shake off this feeling.
It couldn't be him.
So when he disarmed his best friend's only son, he did it out of love he knew he shouldn't feel, trust he knew he shouldn't give. He did it out of hope.
He begged every God he could name he wasn't losing his mind, that it truly was Peter Pettigrew's name he saw on that old map. Because if it was...
"Where is he, Sirius?" He needed to strain to keep his voice from breaking.
A squeak from the corner of the room, Sirius pointed at a rat held in the young Weasley's hands.
Remus couldn't believe it.
Twelve years he'd lived this half-life. Each one more painful than the last.
And though he never lost that feeling that Sirius was innocent, he let the doubt sink in. And for this he would feel eternally guilty.
He reached out a hand to Sirius, hoping he would understand the sorrow in his expression. The apology.
Sirius stood and Remus allowed him to lean heavily onto his arm for support. He was thin, thinner than he should ever be, and even as the air between them shifted to something alive and hopeful, his eyes remained haunted and withdrawn.
Remus couldn't wait a single second longer.
He embraced him. Years of loneliness, of shame and guilt, of grief beyond their years enveloped this hug. Remus wanted to never let go.
But alas, the boy it all began with, their best friend's son, was staring at him like a traitor.
So they had some things to work through, and definitley a lot to explain. But he didn't mind. He would sit through any amount of accusatory staring, any amount of judgement and disbelief, just so long as Sirius could be by his side. Just so long as he knew they were both going to be okay.
And this was the beginning of a new story, their story. Though they'd lost many, and were sure to lose more, Remus would readily die before he let Sirius go again.
#marauders#marauders era#harry potter#marauders headcanon#remus lupin#sirius black#wolfstar#wolfstar headcanon#remus x sirius#wolfstar microfic#harry potter microfic
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so here’s part 2 of my james potter hcs bc this shitbag lives in my head rent free :))
(part 1 for those interested)
his prescription isn’t really heavy and he can technically get around without his glasses, but he gets really bad headaches if he doesn’t wear them
tried muggle contacts for a bit but got an eye infection after a month, went back to glasses permanently
can get really, really mean in the blink of an eye if he sees or hears something he doesn’t appreciate—something as innocent as feeling jealous or something as bad as blatant bigotry, doesn’t really matter. fandom may say that he was sirius’ moral compass but ohhh boy
“imagine sirius black having to reel you in” - overheard in the hospital wing by a random hufflepuff after a group of wannabe death eaters got hexed so badly for terrorising some muggleborn students they had to stay there for two days
can argue himself out of any sticky situation by being passionate and arrogant (like only getting a month’s worth of detention for hexing said group of wannabe death eaters into a two-day stay at the hospital wing)
did not relentlessly pursue lily, actually. he didn’t ask her out until their fifth year and stopped entirely after the slur-incident
did form a relentless (at times one-sided) rivalry that often went way too far with severus snape though, i’ll give you that
he’s got hazel eyes with a bit of green thank you
his nose isn’t longer than harry’s (he’s got a ‘hidung pesek’, like my mum would say). his nosebridge can’t hold up european glasses and it’s a struggle
sirius looks physically like his father which means james does, shamefully, find orion black handsome in a purely aesthetic way. he’ll take this tidbit to the grave with him though as sirius would have an aneurysm if he found out that james thinks orion is a bit of a dilf
james has tackled peter multiple times. most notably, that one time it was over the last digestive in the biscuit tin that hope lupin sent remus
peter broke his nose and james cried because he felt so bad
he’s got a dab hand at healing spells and sirius is good at cleaning spells so it was fine in the end
also ugly crier james 2k23. that man can WEEP
gives the BEST hugs. you’ll feel so safe. he just presses your face against his chest and you’ve got to take it, because it’ll relax your entire body
“it’s like i’ve been reborn” - peter pettigrew after The James Hug following the orange marmalade incident of 1975
will never talk about the orange marmalade incident of 1975 because peter asked him nicely
great secret keeper!! should’ve been his own secret keeper, actually!!
big beatles fan and really cringy about it: he even considers getting a mop top for a bit.
thinks george harrison looks like sirius (but not as handsome) and therefore george is his favourite
same james
ALSO he would be so flattered that some parts of this fandom see him as ATJ’s john lennon i swear lmao
would kill for sirius and has considered killing for sirius on multiple occasions
harry’s ‘trouble usually finds me’ gene comes from him and he has been face to face with acromantulas on multiple occasions purely by accident
harry’s ‘there’s no need to call me sir, professor’ gene is a mix of lily’s sass and james’ smart-assery. part of the reason jily started dating is bc they could match each other’s quips so well
good at practical magic with several seemingly random interests in the theoretical background of certain types of magic. will go off on a tangent on the Braach’s Sixteen Laws of Weight when someone offhandedly mentions a featherlight charm
created the runic sequences of the Map that ground the spellwork woven into the object to ambient magic all by himself and was SO proud of himself that severus was valid in saying james strutted around like he owned the place
human embodiment of the following emoticon= >:3
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If hurt/comfort dialogue is still open might I pls ask for peter pettigrew and reader “try and get some sleep. i’ll stay right here- i won’t let anything happen to you, i swear.”
yes, of course! I loved this! is a bit AU or actually more like post-Hogwarts and Peter is not an idiot! hope you like it!
Warnings: break-in, mentions of Peter getting hurt
"Here you go, mate" Remus said, bringing more blankets to Peter.
"Thanks, Moons" he said snapping out of his thoughts before he took them.
"How are you holding up?" Remus asked, worriedly.
"Hanging in there" he smiled weakly. "Thanks again, for letting us stay-"
"No, don't mention it" Remus shrugged him off. "You are both welcome here as long as you'd like" he insisted.
"Here Wormy" Sirius said coming in with two mugs of hot tea. "This will help you both get some proper rest, yeah?" he smiled kindly.
"Thanks, Padfoot" he said, managing to place the blankets under his arms and grabbing the two mugs.
"How is she?" Sirius asked.
"She's still a bit shaken up" Peter admitted. "She just... kept jumping at every sound, I thought maybe if we were out of there-"
"Yeah, you did the right thing" Sirius assured him. "The two of you can stay here as long as you need" he said as Remus nodded. "We're just glad you're both okay" he told him.
"You should go get some rest, mate" Remus told him. "It's been a long night for both of you" he said.
"Yeah" Peter sighed. "Thanks again, both of you" he smiled.
"Come get us if you need anything" Sirius said, before Remus hugged him closer, kissed his head and both of them went up to their room.
"Hey, love" Peter said when he walked into the guest room and saw you sitting by the window.
"Hi" you said, trying to smile at him but tears kept rolling down your face. He placed the blankets on the bed and walked over to you, handing you one mug. "Thank you" you said, wiping away your tears with the sleeve of Peter's sweater you were wearing.
"Sirius says it might help us sleep" he said, pulling you closer to him and kissing your head. "We're safe here, darling" he whispered, kissing you again.
"I'm sorry" you said, crying a little harder. Peter pulled away a little so he could look at you.
"Why are you sorry-?"
"I keep... trying to remember..." you said. "If I locked the doors and checked the windows, I-" you cried. "I can't remember" you said, as Peter grabbed your mug and placed it on the floor with his. "What if that's why they broke in?"
"Love, what happened tonight wasn't your fault" he assured you.
"B-but you got hurt a-and what if they-?"
"Shh" Peter pulled you against his chest and kept kissing your head. "Look, we don't know why they broke in" he said. "And I wasn't going to let them harm you" he said, tightening his grip a little. "The important thing is that we're safe now" he told you. "Okay?"
"Okay" you slowly nodded as he brushed away your tears.
"Come on" he said, getting up and pulling you with him before he grabbed the mugs. "We should try to get some rest" he said as you sat on the bed and he placed the blanket on top of the two of you. He pulled you closer as you finished your tea and he did the same.
"I love you" you said, still trying to stay awake. You didn't want to go to sleep but you were exhausted. Peter placed the now empty mugs on the nightstand and wrapped his arms around you, giving you a peck on the lips.
"I love you too" he said before kissing your temple. "Try and get some sleep, okay? I’ll stay right here, love- I won’t let anything happen to you, I swear” he said, kissing your temple.
#marauders#marauders imagine#peter pettigrew#peter pettigrew imagine#peter pettigrew x reader#petter pettigrew dialogue
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Foolish Girl
Peter Pettigrew x sister!reader - James Potter x Pettigrew!fem!reader - Sirius Black x Pettigrew!fem!reader - Remus Lupin x Pettigrew!fem!reader
Trigger Warnings: Betrayal, major character death, description of immediate grief and shock. Time skip
Summary: Maybe you were foolish for thinking you could have a happy ending.
Word count: 1.1k
a/n: 3rd piece to this 4/5 part series. This one is a bit short but I was struggling with writing it and have been incredibly busy! Also there is a time skip! I hope you enjoy it! <3 send an ask to be tagged!
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time skip from last part (end of final year to October)
Was it wrong to be happy? You had spent months worrying about your brother, and yet here you were smiling alongside James and your friends making plans for Halloween next week. The absence of Peter, alongside Regulus, left a noticeable gap in your life. But there wasn’t much you could do except hope they were okay. At least that's what Remus kept telling you. He seemed to be the one most level headed with this situation.
James had tried to console you, assuring you that Peter knew how to take care of himself and that he knew Peter still loved you, he would say almost anything to ease your fears. But Sirius was the only one who had gotten through to you, having lost his own brother to the terrors of death eaters. He didn’t sugar coat things, he told you about the nightmares, the flashbacks, the fears that he could have prevented his brother's fate. For that you would forever be grateful.
In the week or so before Halloween, between all the planning, Sirius had received a memo from a R.A.B which entailed a timeline with random events. It would soon be decoded and in front of you would lay the blueprint to the defeat of the growing dark lord. Regulus had discovered the secret to ending him once and for all, having played both sides the entire past year. So when you received a small piece of paper with an address and a note about needing to talk from Peter, you couldn’t hold yourself back.
“I just have this feeling in my heart, it’s not a trap. My brother would never.” You looked away from the small paper and up to James with tears in your eyes. The fear and worry was apparent in his eyes, but there was something calling to you, telling you that you had to go.
“James, she’ll be alright.” Sirius said earnestly. “She’s a big girl, and it is her brother.” He put his hand on your shoulder in comfort and in support.
Maybe it was foolish, but a part of you hoped that this was Peter telling you that he was just playing the death eaters, much like Regulus. Maybe you could only see the good in your brother and maybe that’s why you came to meet him unarmed, but with Sirius waiting across the street. By the end, you realized it wasn’t possibly foolish, it simply was foolish. You heard him before you saw him.
“Sister,” There was some emotion in his voice that you couldn’t quite place.
“You sent for me?” Holding up the small piece of paper for him to see as you rounded the corner. Now that you were facing your brother, you saw a horror cross his face. “Did you not?” Before you could carry on he had yanked you into the tightest hug he had ever given you (well almost, the first tightest hug being the day he left for Hogwarts and had to leave you behind).
“I love you, and I’m sorry.” His voice was barely there. Yet you tucked your head into his chest a bit more and soaked it in, almost like you knew what was coming,
“You have nothing to be sorry for, Peter. Just come home.”
“I wish I could.” He sounded so sincere. “But I’ve gotten in too deep. I should have known this would happen.” Then a flash of green burst through the abandoned house.
“This is what happens to those who betray me.” the voice of an unknown person said. But you were too busy focusing on the convulsing body in your arms, the mixed screams in the house.
Without even realizing it you had fallen to the ground and were clutching to your brother's body. You could feel your throat stinging, but you weren’t sure why not yet at least. Holding onto Peter for a moment longer, you dared to pull away and looking back on it, you would forever regret it. Looking back at you were the dead eyes of your older brother. There was no life anymore. Then you felt someone pulling on your shoulders, you could only manage yelling at them practically demanding they leave you alone without tearing your eyes away from your brothers.
They kneeled next to you for a moment and said something, you couldn’t quite hear, but then their hands rested atop yours and slowly peeled them off. You could only cry harder as you were drug away from him. The flailing began then as you tried to go back to him. But the person, you would later find out was Sirius, wrapped his arms around your torso and pulled you away further until you were out in the street. Panting and crying you decided to just cling to Sirius, sobbing into his shoulder. He could only hold you and rub soothing circles onto your back.
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The funeral procession was held after Regulus had defeated the dark lord, with help from The Order of course. Some people came, but not many. You didn’t even have the energy to be aggravated that people had forgotten your brother and all the good he had done. All you could do was hold onto James and hope he would catch you if you fell.
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Peter’s POV:
The piece of paper felt so heavy yet so small. Such a simple message spoke volumes.
‘Can we talk?’
Of course he would come and find you, he was her brother and even through all the wrong he had done, that is one thing he would remain. So he gathered his things, and prepared to head off to the meeting spot. Not once had it crossed his mind that something was off, all he wanted was to see his sister once again.
You had walked in not five minutes after him, and though a new found warmth took over his body, the confused and desperate look that you had on your face gave it away. This was no casual meeting, the paper you were now holding in front of his face was identical to the one sitting in his pocket. After you finished talking, he practically pounced on you. He knew what was coming, and only wanted to hold you. So that is what he did. He spent his last moments of life embracing you and telling you he was sorry. Before he could begin to tell you how happy he was of all you had done with your life he felt a sharp pain taking over his whole body. But for a moment, it was peaceful, there was no pain, no tears, no guilt… just peacefulness.
He allowed himself to be overcome with this feeling, and allowed himself to relax. He could hear the remnants of laughing and the voice of his friends, looking around, it was as if he was in the train compartment surrounded by the once more.
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james potter x wife!reader
okay, what if we see little moments of the two of them raising harry all the way through his 7th year? like harry hosting sleepovers with ron and hermione and ginny and y/n and james being the best parents ever. and dropping harry off for the first time at platform 9 3/4. and girls coming into the picture. and idk, but you get it right?
♡ we deserve this life - j.p ♡
starstruckwillows 🂱
pairing; james potter x wife!reader
category; fluff, tiniest bit of angst if you squint with reading glasses on
summary; your beautifully regular life with your husband years after the war
warnings/content; none
other; fem!reader, erasure of so much death and canon sadness cos no thanks, bi harry
the war was painfully long and sorrowful, and when you fell pregnant, you were terrified to bring a baby into such a warstricken world.
but when your son was only a year old, the terror ended with what you thought would become a sacrifice. ultimately, things shook out and voldermort was killed.
you and james got the happy years raising your son that you needed.
"this is the life we deserve angel, i promise." james had whispered on the night of your wedding.
philosopher's stone
"go on harry, run!" james nudged your son's shoulder, who gripped his trolley uncertaintly.
you ruffled his hair, "don't worry, dad'll go first."
your husband shifted awkwardly, "erm well, i haven't... in a while, you know... since our last year and..."
with a laugh and an eyeroll, you slipped through the barrier, harry and james appearing just after, confidence restored.
and as harry rushed away to converse and load his things onto the train, you watched him with bittersweet love.
when the train took off, chugging away, james squeezed an arm around your shoulder as you buried your face into him to hide your upset.
"he's gonna have fun! don't cry love."
you sniffled, "oh yeah, like you won't be bawling later."
chamber of secrets
well, have fun he did.
amongst hosting sleepovers with his newfound trio over the holidays, it had slipped his mind to mention he could speak parseltongue, or that the heir of slytherin was traversing the school with a murderous basilisk.
you clutched your heart with an open mouth as you read the letter from dumbledore, "basilisk?" you screeched.
meanwhile james enthusiastically encouraged your son with a howler.
"oh merlin is ginny alright?"
"so proud of you harry!"
"fawkes? oh gods-"
"how's quidditch going anyway?"
"hermione, petrified?"
"oh, and also-" james frowned, cutting himself off and turning to you, "did you just say hermione was petrified? how'd harry and ron get anything done?"
you laughed shakily, still in fear, "oh i'm sure she found a way to tell them anyway."
james noticed your unease, ended the howler and swept you up into a dramatic hug, spinning you round until your ribs hurt from laughter.
"jamie, put me down!" you gasped out through your giggling, which he finally did.
"we raised the coolest son in the world."
prisoner of azkaban
your heart dropped when you read the headlines - peter pettigrew escapes azkaban.
james and you shared a look of pain. for the first time, this was not your husband comforting you when you fretted over harry being so far from home. this was a real threat, maybe even more so terrifying for james.
"mum, dad? what are you reading?"
wordlessly, james leaned back onto the sofa and a ran a hand through his signature mop of hair.
harry moved forward, peering at it, "peter pettigrew? who's that?"
you let out a sigh. thirteen years without harry knowing wormtail as the man that had almost got you all killed had been a push. it was always going to come to this eventually.
you felt better knowing remus would be teaching at hogwarts this year, sirius moving to the castle with him.
still, that night you could do nothing for james but let him push his face into your neck and tighten your arms around him.
goblet of fire
when harry's name was pulled from that goblet, james surprised everyone by being fully and completely on your side, screaming in dumbledore's office with mcgonagall's backing, so loudly the owlery rustled every few minutes.
and when you finally accepted the situation, you were his most enthusiastic supporters, taking temporary residence up in hogsmeade and spending your weekends burning the 'potter stinks' badge.
"you can't beat up a child."
you scoffed, "james, i'm not going to beat him up. the malfoys weren't ever going to raise a nice kid, i don't blame him yet."
james hummed, nodding, "mhm, right, so why is your wand in your hand?"
you looked down at it with a sharp laugh, "this isn't beating him up."
order of the phoenix
admist the war, something you never wanted your son to experience, there was a tiny beacon of what you thought was hope.
harry's relationship problems - he did not consider them hope.
"so in short, i really like cho, but she's just broken up with cedric."
you hummed in thought, "i see. are you close with cedric, will it impact your friendship?"
harry groaned, thunking his head back onto the wall, "well, i really like him too. it's a classic bi crisis situation."
considering the triangle until it made both of your head's hurt, he threw his hands in the air, "alright, i'm putting this behind me and focusing on my o.w.ls, and throwing umbridge off a cliff."
james walked in at that moment and admonished him lightly, "c'mon harry, y'know your mum doesn't like you talking about teachers like that. even sniv- snape."
you snorted, "umbridge is a troll. actually, that's harsh... to trolls."
half blood prince
you and your husband were curled into balls on the sofa, laughing until tears burned on your face.
"half- oh merlin i can't!" you wheezed, coughing.
"prince! oh my, snivellous his royal highness!" james pushed his glasses aside as they grew misty from the condensation of his crying.
you gasped, "he called himself that. seriously."
harry mumbled, "actually, he still does."
and the laughter started all over again.
"also, i kissed ginny."
you bolted up, almost knocking heads with james, chanting at the same time, "knew it!"
deathly hallows
the battlefield was rough and shredded and covered in debris. many had been lost. other's changed for life by injuries. all traumatized by the destruction.
your son trembled in your arms for the first time in a year, exhausted and drained. for the most awful, wrenching, angry feeling in your life, you thought you'd lost him. dry screams had brought you to your knees. but he was here now. it was over.
"you're alright harry, you did so good, i'm so proud of you." you fought back your sob as your husband joined you sitting on the stairs.
families were embracing and mourning across the space, and in this moment, you had never appreciated your family so much.
you deserved this life.
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