#poly jily fluff

[moonstruckme]

also new idea,

jilly x reader-

reader stayed up all night reading as is clingy and sleepy the next day. but tries to act like they weren’t awake all night and play it off!

Thanks for the request lovely!

poly!Jily x fem!reader ♡ 983 words

Your kitchen smells like warmth and Sundays. James’ trapezius is the perfect pillow for your cheek, shifting every now and again as he pushes bacon around in a pan with your arms slung around his waist. He’s telling you about some thing which happened to Sirius a dozen years ago and is undoubtedly hilarious, but his words hum together with the sizzling of your breakfast into a comforting din. 

You hardly register the sound of your front door opening until Lily is slipping past you to set a pint of orange juice in the fridge. 

“They were nearly out,” she says. 

“Ooh.” James is far too lively for half nine in the morning. “Did you nab the last one?” 

“I did.” 

“There’s our girl.” He transfers his spatula to the opposite hand to reach for a high-five. Lily rolls her eyes but taps his palm gently. James keeps beaming nonetheless. 

Your girlfriend unclips her hair from where it’s wound up behind her head, shaking it out at the roots. You and James stare. 

“I love it when she does that,” he murmurs. 

You hum, transfixed. 

Lily’s eyes roll again—at this rate, she’ll have worn them out before lunchtime—but her cheeks color faintly. “Stop it,” she says. 

“Likely,” James scoffs. “Kiss?”

You spot the flicker of defiance in her eyes, the half-second wherein she considers holding out just to make a point, but ultimately Lily leans forward, kissing him chastely on the lips. She moves to you next. 

“You’re quiet,” she observes softly as your lips part, her thumb stroking down your cheek. You lean into the touch. 

“It’s early,” you say. 

You’re considered by soft, discerning eyes. “Are you feeling alright?”

You do your best to curve your lips into a reassuring smile. “Mhm. Just lazy.” 

“I thought you were falling asleep on me a minute ago,” says James. He gives your hands, intertwined across his abdomen, a loving squeeze. “Why don’t you go rest on the couch, angel? This’ll be ready in just a minute.” 

You sigh as you let him go. “So eager to be rid of me.” 

“I just know she wants to watch her show,” he teases. Lily presses a kiss into his cheek before leading you over in front of the telly. 

Your girlfriend is a current events junkie. Most mornings you come into the sitting room to find her already watching the news, tsking quietly to herself while she munches on a piece of toast. She’ll stay right there until she has to go to work, and on the way she’ll listen to a podcast to catch any highlights she might have missed on the local channel. Sundays, it’s back-to-back-to-back news programs for most of the morning. Lily loves it, and you and James—well, you just love indulging Lily in anything she likes, really. 

“Sure you’re alright?” she asks as you cuddle up against her side, pulling a throw from over the top of the couch. 

Really, sometimes you think your girlfriend is too clever for her own good. Or yours, apparently. 

You twine your fingers with hers, saying, “Mhm,” just as the morning’s breaking story comes on, and then she’s distracted. 

James comes in with breakfast a short while later. He lifts your legs to settle in underneath them, and you hum gratefully as you bite into your bacon. With Lily’s hand clasped with yours and his forearm laying across your calves, you’re the picture of contentment. James makes idle comments about which actors the newscasters look like, and Lily corrects him when he gets all the Chrises mixed up. 

“Surprised you haven’t gone and got that book you’re obsessed with yet,” James teases you as two government types debate a financial issue you don’t think you could grasp on your best day. You’re hardly conscious as you stare at the screen. “You really must be tired.” 

“I’m done with that one,” you mumble. 

“What?” He sounds surprised. “I thought you really liked it.” 

“Oh. Yeah, I did.” You realize what you’ve just admitted. “I meant that I finished it.” 

James’ eyebrows make an appearance over the rims of his glasses. “I forget how quick you are sometimes. Weren’t you only, like, midway through after dinner last night?” 

“Yeah…” 

You can practically feel Lily’s attention shifting to you. “Sweetheart,” she says in a tone both dreading and knowing, “how late did you stay up reading last night?” 

“It was,” you hedge, “a really good book.” 

“Mhm,” she hums, prompting. “And when did you go to sleep?”

Your voice quiets. “I didn’t.” 

Lily seems vindicated, but James’ mouth pops open in utter astonishment. 

“The whole night?” he asks. “You read until morning?” 

“I finished it just a little while before you woke up,” you admit. 

“I thought your eyes looked red.” Lily wraps an arm around your shoulders, laying a heavy kiss on your head. You all but melt into her side. “You should have said, love. It’s the weekend; there’s no reason we can’t have a nap.” 

James rubs underneath his glasses. “What am I going to do with the two of you?” 

“Me?” Lily asks defensively. 

“Oh,” your boyfriend levels her with a look, “don’t think I’ve forgotten that I had to come pick you up from work at nearly two in the morning last month after you wouldn’t come home.” 

“That was completely different!” 

“Never in my life have I had the desire to stay up for an entire night. And to read! Lovie, if you’d been out at least I could understand…” 

“No you wouldn’t,” you say. “You’d still want to come get me.”

“True,” James concedes. “Maybe it is better that I’ve chosen such nerds.” 

“It feels like he’s trying to insult us,” you murmur to Lily. 

She shrugs. “I take it as a compliment.” 

James grins, leaning over to kiss her and then you in turn. “I know you do, lovely.”

[mischievousmoony]

haiiii, can i request a burger? jily with “look, our swimsuits match!” ?? thank uuuu

yes ofc! i loveeee jily

jolie's summer kickoff a 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐫 fresh off the grill ⋮ aka a short blurb contains: poly!jily x reader, suggestive content but nothing explicit, reader wears a (tiny) bikini

James is already buzzing with excitement when his alarm wakes him up, bright and early, before the sun has even had a chance to rise.

Today is going to be a scorcher, the first one of the season. And his first chance to get to the beach this summer. For far too many weekends in a row, either his busy schedule or the weather has gotten in the way of the beach day he’s longed for since there was still snow on the ground.

But the day has finally come, and he is determined to be the first to hit the sand. Which is why he’s awake at five in the morning, packing the car, making sandwiches for today's lunch, filling a cooler with ice and sodas and plenty of water, and letting his girlfriends sleep in as long as possible.

He wakes you and Lily up with loving kisses and hushed sweet nothings, coaxing you gently into consciousness with just enough time for you two to get ready before you have to leave. The two of you sleepily head to the bathroom to start getting ready in front of the big mirror.

James is double-checking that he packed both of your beach bags with everything you’ll need—your favorite pairs of sunglasses, big fluffy towels, the fancy face sunscreens, etc—when he hears the snap of your flip flops coming closer.

“My loves,” James calls from down the hall. “You ready? We’re sure to beat the lads there if we leave within the next 10 minutes. I’m sure Remus is fighting to get Sirius out of bed as we speak.”

“Look, Jamie,” he hears your beautiful voice from behind him. “Our swimsuits match.”

James’ breath hitches in his throat when he turns around. You and Lily are wearing nearly identical string bikinis (ones that don’t leave much to the imagination, he notes). The only difference is that your pair is pink with white strings, and hers is white with pink strings.

“Do you like them?” Lily asks, her tone borderline seductive, and James finally picks his jaw up off the floor.

“You two are breathtaking,” he says, and you know he means it, because he sure does sound like he needs some air. His large hands find a spot on each of your waists, eyes still glued to your figures.

“They’re new,” Lily tells him, her smirk evident in her tone.

“Yeah, I know, because I definitely would have remembered if I’d seen them before.”

You spin around, swiping your hair out of the way as you say, “I tied mine too tight around my neck, though, could you redo it?”

“Uh-huh,” James replies, his voice slightly pitched as he tugs the string loose, looking over your shoulder, his eyes glued to the way you hold the bikini over your chest as it comes undone.

Lily is questioning him about how he’s packed for the beach, making sure he’s checked everything off the list. Not because she thinks he would’ve missed anything, but more so because of how amused she is by James’ absentminded nodding an humming to whatever she says, completely distracted by the way your ass looks in your swimsuit.

Lily doesn’t blame him—you look divine. She told you so as soon as you put the bikini on. A compliment which you returned, of course, right before she propped you on the bathroom sink and made out with you for a couple of minutes.

“You should hurry up, yeah? Don’t want to be late?” Lily asks, nodding at James’ idle hands while dragging a hand down his bicep.

“Yeah…” James murmurs, not seeming to be in any rush to tie your swimsuit back in place. Instead, he lets the strings fall from his fingertips, arms closing around your middle as he hugs you tightly from behind, dropping his face to the crook of your neck.

Needless to say, the three of you showed up at the beach much later than intended. And you and Lily somehow ended up swapping bikini tops.

Sirius and Remus end up beating you guys there by fifteen minutes. And James gets to listen to them ridicule him for it all day because he made such a big deal about getting there early.

But James seriously doesn’t mind.

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Alone, but Together

poly!jily x gn!reader

WC: 1.3k

CW: reader is overstimulated; fluff; hurt/comfort

Summary: Moving in with your partners has been amazing. But as an introvert, you're struggling with the lack of alone time. James and Lily comfort you.

A/n: self-indulgent and my biggest fear if i ever live with a romantic partner

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When James and Lily asked you to move in with them, you were absolutely and totally thrilled. It was a big step, sure, but one you were ready for. You loved your partners more than life and wanted to share a home with them- to wake up with them, enjoy James’ breakfasts that Lily always raved about, and do your girlfriend’s laundry after she had a long week at work. Moving in was easy, and you folded right into the domesticity. It felt as though you’d always lived there. 

But despite all the goodness of living with your partners, there was one downside, and that was your lack of alone time. As an introvert, you needed more time alone than time you were with people. Living by yourself made things easy. After a long day of work or an afternoon with friends, you could go back to your quiet flat and recharge, binging tv or reading a book. There were no social standards to uphold, just the loveliness of your own company. 

While you felt no need to “perform” around your partners, living with two other people guaranteed you’d never enjoy silence. In the mornings, James was up before the sun, murmuring sweet nothings to you as he set off to the gym. When he returned, all three of you were up and getting ready, and Lily always enjoyed soft banter and conversation over your daily routines. Then, it was off to work, where you were surrounded by people all day long including annoying coworkers and pesky bosses. You got maybe 20 minutes of peace upon arriving home before James would return, and you loved him, but he was always loud. He’d be all over you, kissing you, hugging you, and going on about his day. Of course, you wanted it all- the affection and the chatter- but you also really wanted a break. Then Lily returned home and it’d start all over again. And then it was dinner and quality time together and bed. Not a single drop of alone time. 

To put it frankly, your battery was dangerously low, and every interaction with any human being was beginning to grate on your nerves. So when you arrive home from work in the evening and you see that James has beat you there, you nearly burst into tears. Those twenty minutes of peace were the only semblance of solitude you had left and now they were gone. Your boyfriend, of course, is none the wiser, and jumps up like an eager puppy when the door opens. He bounds over to you, wrapping you up in his strong arms and smattering your face with kisses. Despite your grumpiness, you flush under his affection and the sweet kiss he presses to your lips. 

“How was your day, sweetheart?” He murmurs into your skin, slowly walking you back towards the couch. 

You shrug, your exhaustion making you nearly nonverbal. 

James’ brows furrow and he coos, “did my love have a bad day?”

“Not bad, just tired,” you slur.

He kisses your forehead, “m’sorry. Wanna have a bath when Lils gets home? Or I can make you some tea? Or we could watch your favorite show or-“

“I think I’m gonna shower,” you say abruptly, cutting him off.

James wiggles his eyebrows, “ooh a shower sounds nice, I’m sure Lily will agree. And she can use her nice products on you. They always make my face feel so soft-“

The brunette keeps eagerly rambling on and you want to curl into a ball. His touch is too much. His voice is too much. It’s all too much. 

“James” you respond sharply, more sharply than you intended, “I meant alone.”

His face falters and you instantly feel guilty, but you need to get away. You climb out of his grasp desperately, feeling claustrophobic, and clamber up the steps, shutting the bedroom door behind you resolutely. 

You find solace under the hot water and in the silence. The isolation is what you needed, although the guilt clawing at your throat doesn’t ease. James really did look like a wounded puppy and you feel awful. You stay in the water for a while, letting the heat ease your muscles before you pull on your softest clothes and climb into bed, keeping the lights off, the curtains drawn, and your headphones on, canceling out the world. With your eyes shut, you don’t settle into sleep but into peaceful daydreams. 

It’s not until you feel a soft palm on your cheek that you realize you’re no longer alone. Your eyes flutter open to meet your favorite shade of green, and your heart warms. Lily taps her ear and mouths, ‘can you take those off?’ Your stomach turns as your gaze flits between Lily and James, but you nod, pushing the headphones down around your neck. 

“Can we talk?” Your girlfriend mutters sweetly, her voice thick and warm like honey in tea.

You fidget with your shirt but hum in consent. They both find a seat on the bed but give you plenty of distance. Still, their worried gazes feel a little suffocating.

“Jamie said you’ve been off since you got home. Wanna tell us what’s going on?”

A lump forms in your throat and you shrug, eyes refusing to meet theirs. 

“Sweetheart, you know you can tell us anything,” James adds, his tone reassuring, “and I’m sorry if I upset you before.”

The guilt twists in your stomach as you look at your boyfriend’s sad face, “You didn’t do anything wrong, Jamie.”

You twist your fingers anxiously and take a deep breath, trying to collect your thoughts, “m’just feeling really overwhelmed.”

“What do you mean, my love?” 

Lily awaits your answer patiently, her gaze soft and encouraging. 

“I- I’m just struggling with…living with you guys.”

Their faces twist into confusion and hurt and you’re quick to correct yourself, “not-not you guys. I- well I’m struggling to live with other people…in general.”

James’ head cocks thoughtfully, “not us but people in general?”

You huff and tug at your shirt. Lily grabs your chin gently, forcing you to look at them. 

“It’s not anything you two are doing that’s making me upset. It’s just that… I’m used to living alone. Or, when I lived at home, having my own room. My own space. You guys know I’m an introvert and well…”

Your lovely girlfriend hums in understanding, “It must be a lot for you to go from having a lot of alone time to none at all, hm?”

“Oh is our darling feeling a little burnt out?” James coos, “you should’ve just said so.”

Your face feels hot with shame and you shrug, “didn’t want to make you guys feel bad. I love you both, you know that. And I love living with you, really. It’s just-”

“You just need some time to yourself too?”

You nod.

“Can we touch you?” Lily murmurs.

You nod again and she pulls you into her arms. Any anxiety melts out of your muscles at her touch and she kisses your forehead. James’ hand rubs up and down your back, “we can absolutely do that for you, sweetheart. You just say the word and we’ll leave you alone.”

Your eyes flit between the two loveliest people on earth, “I don’t wanna kick you out of places in your own home, either. And I do like spending the evenings with you. I just need some quiet. Time to decompress.”

Lily kisses your nose, “well why don’t we be alone, together, hm? We can all lay around in the bedroom or sitting room and not talk, but still enjoy each other’s presence quietly?”

“You’d do that? It’s not too much?”

James smiles at you and shakes his head, “of course not, my love. We’d still be together, and that’s all I can ask for.”

You nod slowly, your brain starting to accept the lovely idea- alone, but together.

[talesof-old]

poly!jily celebrating with you. maybe over you getting into your dream college/job. they would be the most supportive partners ever and spoil you rotten for your achievement i just know it

- 🦌

sorry this took me a minute, my new work schedule has me all kinds of fucked up - i wrote more of a finding out you got your dream job but i might also write a graduation celebration as well

celebration | l.e. & j.p.

pairing(s): poly!jily x reader

warning(s): alcohol consumption, mentions of anxiety bc of job interviews

word count: 658

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a/n: jily would totally spoil the fuck outta their partner, they’d be so obnoxious about it

“Oh?”

It was Lily’s voice that you heard in the other room. She’d answered the phone before you could even put your book down, so you’d decided to stay sitting.

“Hold on.”

Lily’s head poked around the corner. Her long copper hair fell over her shoulder, a curtain of red as she grinned. “They’re asking for you.”

You frowned, brushing off James’ inquisitive stare and setting your things aside. You crossed the room in no time, taking the phone from her to answer it.

“Hello,” you were quick to assure the person on the other line that it was in fact you. Lily and James stared with rapt attention, eyes wide. You’d been anticipating a call about a job for days now, frazzled and frustrated after three rounds of interviews. Surely, you’d said to James, if they were going to hire me they’d have done it by now.

James drew in a sharp breath as you smiled. The light in your eyes that he loved so dearly had returned. Excitement rattled his chest. “Of course. I’ll be there.”

Your face twisted into an expression of pure relief as you turned and nearly squealed. Lily was already beaming back at you. “I got it!”

Lily cheered, opening her arms and squeezing you tight when you fell into her embrace. You could practically feel the stress melting away as you rested your head on her shoulder. James wrapped his arms around the two of you, smothering you with kisses to your head. “I’m so proud of you, sweets.”

Your face heated and you turned to look at him. He pressed a wet kiss to your cheek, the loud ‘smack’ seeming to echo through your head. Lily giggled at your flustered expression.

“It seems we need to celebrate. James, get the wine. We’ll go to dinner tonight, yeah? That Italian place you like?”

James waltzed away from the two of you, ready to pour three glasses as Lily pulled herself from your arms. “I knew you’d get it.” A wave of emotion rushed through you. To have the support of the most brilliant people in the world, your people, was truly a blessing you’d never take for granted. Tears turned your eyes glassy, though you were quick to blink them away. “I’m so glad the interviews are over.”

Lily laughed and laced your fingers together, pulling you into the kitchen where James stood filling three glasses. “To you, sweets. You never fail to impress us.” Lily kissed your cheek and took the glass of moscato from your boyfriend.

“My clever darling.”

You buried your face in your hands as James cooed at you. They were insufferable like this, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“You alright, sweets? Surely handling a little praise is child’s play to you, hm? Would hate to have you hiding your face from me.” You reached out and gently shoved him, pretending to cringe away when he went to grab you. He gasped in mock offense. Lily hummed behind you, leaning against the counter while James all but chased after you.

“I can’t believe you’d push me away.” You removed your hands from your face to look at him. His lip was jutted out in a mock pout, but humor lined the planes of his face. You sighed, stepping into his outstretched arms, careful of the glass still in his hand.

He wrapped his arms tight around you, kissing your temple. “You’re lucky we love you.” The teasing lilt in his voice was enough to have you poking him hard in the stomach. He chuckled as you rested your cheek on his chest and grinned. How lucky you were, indeed.

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[fatalwhimsy]

things left unsaid. 001

featuring. poly! marauders + lily x oc.

summary. meliora had spent the whole of her years at hogwarts alone. with no one to bother her and no drama to drag her day by day she found herself at peace with herself. though she never thought herself to get enamored by the hogwarts golden group towards her last two years, more so expecting them to linger and pry into her quiet solitude pulling her into something far more complicated. 

warnings. none.

reayna's note. hey everyone! this is the start of a new series i'm working on. i finally have some time to get back into writing, im still working and in school though so updates might be delayed at times. ill try my best to update biweekly. or at least a 2 chapters per month (if not more.)

Meliora Ackerley didn’t consider herself to be a complex person.

Naturally every being at their core was built in countless layers, intricacies of stories and emotions but if one were to strip her down to the essentials Meliora believed there wouldn’t be much to study.  

She always thought that if she were given a role in a book it would be that of a background character, not even the ones that heard and saw all. She didn’t perceive herself as one prone to intrusion in matters that did not concern her.

No, she saw herself as the shadow of a long forgotten page, present but unnoticed. Many might lament about such a role given to them but Mel liked it— adored it, even. 

Throughout her six years at Hogwarts, she had become an afterthought to most. Without trying, she slipped beneath the radar of the social network Hogwarts had, which was harder than most thought, given how quickly rumors about others spread.

Initially, her solitude had been mistaken for first year jitters in meeting new people and arriving at a new place but after many painful interactions with her peers she had decided the big social life wasn’t for her. 

She couldn’t pinpoint it at first, each hesitant interaction being met with the same quiet, awkward stiffness and soon enough people learned to slip past her in the corridors never lingering much to actually have a conversation with her, not that she blamed them. The conversations were just as difficult for them as it was for her.

Later she just realized, some people were meant to be alone, Not tragically or bitterly, just simply. It sounded sadder than it actually was when she thought about it but not everyone would be adverse to the big groups of friendships and tight knit groups here at school and that was something that never bothered her not even once. 

Meliora was independent at heart, she did everything on her own without help and found herself barely ever asking for it. Her muteness was not total, but it was selective in a way that limited her discussions from little to none and only in extreme measures.

So, she couldn’t hide the slight displeasure in her face and churn in her stomach when her Charm’s professor, Flitwick assigned her to write an essay with Lily Evans. It wasn’t as though Meliora had never had been paired with someone before, but most times, they barely paid her any mind, briefly discussing the assignment before working on their separate parts. She hoped the girl would do the same.

Meliora didn’t dislike Evans–how could she? She hardly felt anything other than indifference towards the girl but everyone knew Evans whether they admired or hated her. She was subject to the gossip and envy of half the school’s population. 

People like Meliora and Lily occupied entirely different social spheres and that’s why she couldn’t bring herself to be entirely offended when Lily looked around the room seemingly confused after she heard who she was paired with.

After a few hushed whispers with another girl next to her, Dorcas Meadows, Lily’s eyes turned to meet hers, curious and assessing. Mel stared at her for a beat too long before turning away and digging her pen into her parchment watching as it scraped harshly into the paper.

The class dragged on after that, coming to an end when Flitwick finished droning on about the essay criterias. As class ended, Mel packed her bags oblivious to the girl walking towards her. She didn't think she would acknowledge her aside from their short staring match across the room, much less seek her out after class. As Meliora sensed someone behind her she tensed up, turning her head to the side to watch as Lily regarded her curiously with a look of apprehension before a smile overtook her face.

“Hi, Meliora, right?” Lily asked, her expression shifting from a look of kindness to a grimace as Meliora assessed her with a calculating unreadable gaze and silence. The effort it took to speak felt like tiny shards of glass in her throat so she settled for an easier path, a singular nod and no response.

“I’m Lily!” Meliora already knew that. “We were assigned the paper together.” Meliora also knew that. Lily was met with no words from Mel as she continued to openly look at her with no efforts to speak.

Sensing the tension as Meliora’s discomfort became more evident, Lily continued, “Would you like to find a place to work? The library, perhaps?” 

Mel opened her mouth to reply but the words couldn’t escape her as she felt it clog up in her throat once more as she watched Lily smooth over her skirt. Instead, she offered her a nod again, turning away stiffly. 

Lily made a noise, one Mel was sure was frustration before continuing on. “How about tomorrow? After the Quidditch match?” Mel nodded quietly, her heart pounding as she finished packing her bag and stepping to the side of Lily, walking out the door. Her heart thrummed in her chest as she reached the door, faintly hearing Dorcas’ voice as she walked through the doors, “I think that went splendidly.” 

After the painful interaction in class, Meliora sat in the Ravenclaw common room, the evening light casting long blue shadows against the stone walls. She winced to herself, her fingers ghosting over the parchment before her, her name and Lily’s inked at the top before watching as a figure covered her view of the words. 

Standing tall, Alistar Rowley looked down at her. Alistar was an odd person, an enigma of warmth that latched onto her years ago. Even now Meliora could hardly understand why he stuck with her all these years.

She offered him little to no words and barely ever looked like she was listening. Still, he was the closest thing she had to a friend here, and none of her odd behavior ever seemed to deter him. 

She supposed it was comforting in a sense, he never seemed annoyed by her lack of speech and she never had to force herself to talk more than she wanted to.

He talked enough for the both of them, going on about anything and everything that came to mind. She became used to his talks even though she didn't quite understand them.

Alistar was charming and charismatic even she knew that, he could befriend anyone he really wanted to but still he never forgot about her, going as far as to leave his big social groups to stay with her in the common room or the black lake. 

“Why do you look like you have the odd case of the bugger in the belly? You didn’t eat something bad did you?” He asked practically tossing himself at the space next to her. The rest of the ravenclaw students had retired to bed for the night causing the common room to be quiet aside from the gust of wind coming from the window. Meliora offered him a tired look and gestured to the paper in front of her that scribbled her and Lily’s name. 

Alistar looked over before a grin curled at his lips, “You got paired with Evans? Not bad..” he said, already offering his attention to the fireplace in front of them. “Evans isn’t bothersome, it shouldn’t be too torturous.”

Pinching her cheeks, he continues on not taking any offense when she slaps his hand away and sends him a scathing glare. “Don’t worry too much, it will be over in less than 2 weeks.”

Alistar Rowley was a liar.

Meliora sat at the very end of the library table, a deliberate choice that allowed her to flee if things got too overwhelming for her. The action seemed to be one of the only things grounding her control on the situation and ease her racing thoughts.

The quill in her hand dancing across the parchment as she scribbled words on her paper before Evans arrived. After much thought and hesitation (and some delusion) she convinced herself what's the worst that could happen?. 

Famous last words.

The ruckus she was met with was more than she anticipated and almost startled her out her seat. From her chair Meliora watched as the doors of the library swung open, earning a glare and sharp inhale from Madam Pince that mumbled words about “rowdy students” and “lack of respect for literature and peace.”

It was easy to identify the bright red hair that followed in, Evans holding her books with a scowl on her face followed by Potter, Black and Lupin who continued their conversation loudly behind her. 

Meliora’s grip on her quill tightened. She had prepared herself for Evans not the rest that followed her, for a moment she contemplated leaving but kept herself stiffly sat in her seat no matter how appealing it sounded to leave, there was no way for her to exit without Lily seeing her.

It didn't take long for Lily to find her after that smiling at Meliora as she sat down in front of her. The bunch following behind her, James and Sirius still in their quidditch clothes although she thought it to be the loose t-shirts given to practice rather than official gear and Remus wearing a worn brown and green sweater with his hands tucked in his pocket. 

“I hope you don’t mind” She did, severely. “These three are still riding the high from the match and decided it would be best to follow me around” Lily explains, putting her books down, ignoring the boys and their noise. She didn't seem too bothered by their noise, seemingly used to it. 

More importantly, she didn't seem to think much about the stiff interaction from the day before but Meliora couldn't focus on that when she was hyper aware of the way Sirius Black leaned away from the close proximity shared between him and James to sit just as close to Lupin.

She had heard about the relationship the four shared but she never thought much about it. It wasn't uncommon for them to be seen holding hands with one another or displaying clear signs of affection. Specifically Potter and Black who never shied away from public affection than Lily and Lupin who were a bit more subtle with their actions.

The silence between her and Lily seemed to pull the others out of their conversation. James pushing his glasses up in a casual absentminded way as he stared openly at her. “It's nice to meet you, Meliora right?” She contemplated ignoring him to focus on her heart that pounded against her chest but instead nodded once, not helping the silence between all of them.

It stretched long and weighed, Sirius, who had still been lazily leaning against Remus glancing up at her with an assessing gaze in his grey eyes. Remus, for his part, barely spared her a glance flipping absently through one of the books Lily had brought, something she appreciated more than anything.

She didn't know much about them other than what was mentioned in passing by Alistar but she did feel uncomfortable with the way both Sirius and James watched her openly for a reaction. Their gaze on her felt prickly making her pulse pound beneath her skin louder in the silence.

Lily, feeling the tension arise, shifted in her seat before smiling at Meliora who offered her an uncomfortable stare in response. “Shall we get started?” 

Another nod.

Remus looked up when he heard no response from her this time but after a second looked back down with a furrow of his eyebrows. Mel had hoped the awkwardness would end there.

It did not.

Every few minutes, Sirius, who had a curious look on his face, attempted to engage in conversation with her. The questions weren't invasive and something to blanche at and ignore but still they were left unanswered.

James, ever the enabler, would only egg on the one sided discussion between them and Lily made no move to stop them, also seemingly curious about her reaction to the boy’s questions.

Mel remembered what Alistar had told her in passing once about the group, how Lily, although never fully engaged in the boy's antics often had a cool assessing gaze that picked apart the reactions of others.

It seemed even scarier than the boys’ actions, one could not tell if there was scrutiny under the stare or innocent curiosity on how it would play out. Her green eyes looked darker but ever so sharper when she stared at Mel like this.

Mel continued to offer them no reaction as her head fogged and the ringing in her ears became louder. The most they got from her were nods and small twitches of her hand that showed she heard them. She wasn't stupid, she knew how rude her actions seemed but the words that existed within her seemed to refuse to come out. 

It felt like she was back in her first year when people tried to get to know her and in response all she could do was nod at them with a look of panic on her face.

“It's rude to ignore people, you know?” Sirius said abruptly, his tone slightly harsh in a way only he could make get under someone’s skin, it was condescending and blatantly mocking causing everyone to freeze. James shot him a look while Lily openly glared at him. 

“Sirius.” Lily said sharply. To which he replied, “What?” as his head rested against his hand in a careless gesture. “We have been talking to her this whole time Lily and she hasn't responded I'm just–” Lily interrupts him again with a fixed glare, looking over at Meliora in cautious assessment for a moment.

“Maybe we should go.” James said, slicing through the silence.

Meliora letting out a shaky sigh at his words. She really hoped they did, anything would be better than enduring another awkward moment of this.

Lily for a moment wanted to object to this but after a quick glance at the girl in front of her sighed, grabbing her books and sending a small smile to her before walking away with the rest of the group who had gotten up just as quick to exit the stifling room.

Mel wished the floors would swallow her whole.

Lily was not a curious person.

She minded her business, hardly stuck her nose where she wasn't wanted, except from when her prefect duties required it and sure as hell didn't go digging for the sake of it. Sure, the crowd she stuck around with whether it be the boys or the girls, were a loud bunch prone to dramatics but she wasn't. She was kind and sociable but she was also measured and careful more than she let off and yet she couldn't help her fixation with Meliora Ackerley. 

Meliora Ackerley, who didn't talk to her, who hardly acknowledged her. 

She felt like James in a way, not able to take the hint and leave it alone–drawn to the challenge but she couldn't control herself. The first time she had heard the girl's name she had been utterly clueless, if it wasn't for Dorcas beside her she would have spent the rest of the class trying to figure out who she was. 

But then Lily had looked at her for the first time and any other thought in her head had stilled.

Meliora was pretty, Gorgeous, even. 

She felt like a creep openly staring at her.

The sleek fall of her black curly hair, the slight furrow in her eyebrows with her full nervously bitten lips, soft, even when pressed together in what Lily thought was discomfort. And even with the expression displayed she still looked like the prettiest girl in the room.

How had Lily not noticed her before? She liked to think she would have, it's hard to ignore someone that looked like that. 

But when Lily approached her she understood why she had never noticed her. Meliora seemed to hide herself, or try to.

Lily didn’t think of it as a pride thing, she could care less about people who outwardly showed distaste towards her or the people who seemed nervous in her presence.

But she never met someone like Meliora, from their first interaction she thought of Meliora to resemble a panicked newborn kitten, the ones that seemed quick to run with their tail stiff and puffed high behind them. She seemed on the bouts to flee.

That much was obvious and for a quick moment Lily thought she had done something to offend the girl but anyone with any sense of awareness talking to her could see she was just shy. 

At least that's what Lily told herself when the girl darted past her without so much as a second glance. It shouldn't have bothered her, she told herself the only opinions she cared about was from the girls and her boys but this.. this irked her. More than she liked to admit. 

The Gryffindor common room was warm, buzzing with the remnants of the post-match excitement and upcoming celebratory party tonight but Lily stomped through the entrance with a gloomy expression that seemed to dim the path.

Without a single word, she flung herself to the couch where Mary, Marlene and Dorcas sat huffing. Behind her, the boys followed at a cautious pace, aware she was ignoring them more so Sirius who had a guilty expression on his face as he watched her. 

“I asked what everyone of us thought! Why are you lots mad at me?!” He demanded dropping onto the chair opposite her. “Because it was rude!” Lily snapped, sitting up with a glare. “She already wasn't talking and you made it worse!”

Next to her, Mary ran a hand through Marlene’s hair that rested on her lap murmuring, “That bad?” James, ever the instigator, scoffed, “Worse. The tension was worse than the time Professor Slughorn walked in on Sirius and Remus.” 

The two turned a bright shade of red while sending him a glare which James ignored, undeterred. “She didn't say a word. Barely even acknowledged us or Lily. I would say it couldn't get worse than that.”

Sirius shrugged, “Maybe she’s one of those prejudiced purebloods?” Remus shook his head, “Is she even a pureblood? Maybe she just doesn't like us, it's not like we are exactly a closed off group.”

Though they all knew he was talking more about the rumbustious energy of James and Sirius.

They all have a moment of silence that was interrupted with Lily’s loud groan that caused the group to flinch, never once hearing her produce such a noise. “She definitely hates me now.”

Sirius rolled his eyes not understanding what had Lily so worked up. She didn't expect him to, Sirius moved like he had no care in the world. He learned early to ignore the harsh words of others. It was his biggest flaw and sometimes his biggest strength. “And if she did? You don’t know this girl and it's just for a paper, a lot of people envy you Lily. What else is new?” 

Lily didn't offer him a response staring out the window noticing the clouds starting to form. It was true it didn't really matter but still she couldn't help but want to be her friend.

Laying her head against Remus’ shoulder she continued to stare out the window in silence. 

She wondered if Meliora liked the rain as well.

[curtsycream]

My Heart Lingers in Italy

In which James Potter visits Italy for a school trip just to meet two girls that change him forever.

This is pretty short but it is only my first installment of this series if you want to call it that. It will be part of my summer project for my writing. So updates may be a bit slow but quality over quantity right? Anyway I hope you enjoy, it wasn’t beta read this time I wanted to get it out before I rewrite it completely or just scrap the idea. Also when they trade IDs it was supposed to be for Line and such like that but couldn’t find a face social media maker for that one, so yeah also English is not my first language so if my grammar or spelling is off I apologize in advance.

“Lily, where are we going?”

The two girls held hands as they weaved through a crowd of tourists. The streets of Verona normally weren’t so packed but it was tourist season. Smiling Lily tugs Y/N forward as the two girls walk, “Remember you said you’d go to Piazza San Zeno with me. I explicitly remember telling you last week when you were busy talking with Sienna.”

Y/N smiled broadly, “don’t tell me you were jealous again. You know you never have anything to worry about, she just wanted to know if I would be applying to universities outside of Italy. I told her I’m going wherever you go,” she whispered.

Ducking her head down Lily tried to use her hair to hide her reddened cheeks. “You’re so annoying sometimes, come on!”

The two girls, one smirking and the other blushing made their way to the open flea market. It was packed with locals and foreigners alike. Y/N waved to any and everyone she knew running different stalls. When Lily stopped walking she bumped into the shorter girl’s back.

“What’s the hold-up, Donnina?” Y/N glanced up to notice a group of teenagers. All about the same age as the two of them. But what stuck out the most was a group of boys playing around near a booth. Their playful nature was animated and rather funny.

Grinning she wrapped an arm around Lily’s shoulder, “oh I see it’s those tourists. They’re rather cute I’ll admit,” she commented.

“What do you think about that one?” Lily asked pointing at a bespectacled boy with dark hair.

Squinting Y/N finds herself analyzing the boy from his charming behaviors to his handsome looks. “Attractive,” it was simple but for someone like Y/N, it meant a lot.

Lily and Y/N knew each other inside and out better than most people did. So a simple compliment from Y/N meant she wanted to get to know him too.

“Should we talk to him?”

“What about that thing we rushed here for?”

“Aldo will be here next Sunday with the book I want to look at, should we talk to him?”

The urgency in her voice was clear, it hinted at her fear of passing up on what could be a once-in-a-lifetime deal. Nodding her head Y/N nods her head in his direction, “Let’s go.”

Pulling Lily along she smiled softly when standing in front of the boy. Up close he was much more handsome than she gave him credit for.

James was listening to Remus explain the difference between the two books in his hands to Sirius. He knew Sirius only did this to rile him up. Looking away from his friends he noticed two girls walking towards him. One was short and flushed and the other tall and grinning.

He would be lying if he said that he didn’t feel something. They were opposites of each other yet they looked so good together. Like that of sunshine and rain where together they equal out to rainbows. A balance is what they represent one that he wanted to be a part of. It was a strange feeling but it felt meant to be.

“Ciao,” he said without thinking.

The tall girl smiled with a laugh, “Ciao.” While the shorter one looked away before looking back at him with a smile, “Ciao.”

“I, I didn’t really pass Italian just enough to end up on this trip,” he explained. He felt as if he had to as if he owned them something.

“No it’s fine, we know English. Your accent British?” The tall one asked with just as much interest as a puppy. Her accent is thick as she speaks fluently and confidently.

“Yes, I guess the accent was very obvious,” he joked.

“That among other things,” the words from the shorter girl made him grin. Her voice was lithe sneaking up on his ears with agility. While the taller girl’s voice felt like velvet wrapping around his eyes blinding him with mystery. Both were opposite but equal in the effects they were having on his senses.

“Oh, what are these other things?” He asked leaning forward enough to smell figs and jasmine on her. A floral and fruity scent that made him lean back some.

“If I told you so easily it wouldn’t be as fun,” she told him.

“She’s always like this if you’re wondering, you’ll have to pry her secrets from her cold little hands to know.” The glint of amusement in the taller girl’s eyes was evident. Just like the smell of mint and lemon when she stepped closer to whisper that to him. The crisp and citrus scent was exhilarating like a cool breeze sweeping over him.

“I’ll keep that in mind for the next time we meet,” he tells her.

The confidence in his tone was enough to cause Y/N to look away. Lily found herself squinting at him, “who said we would meet again?”

“I can’t say for sure but I hope so,” he says. “You’re both really interesting.”

“We’ve said less than five sentences each,” she tells him. All he did was shrug a look of certainty on his face. His expression revealed it all as if he knew they would.

“Then let’s trade IDs?” He asked them.

“How do you even know we have the app?”

“I don’t, but I’d like to hope you do, red.”

Laying in her bed whilst looking up at her ceiling Lily sighs. Sitting up she glanced over at whom she deemed her other half. The other girl was sculpting something with clay her headphones probably blaring some loud music.

Each time Lily tried to sleep her mind would wander to the bespectacled boy they met. His charisma was refreshing in a way she had not expected. Though she denied it on the trip back home she did enjoy his company.

His words so easily teased and left her cheeks red. She couldn’t understand how he so easily did so. Before she could think longer about the British boy she felt arms snake around her waist. A head resting on her chest, “What are you thinking so hard about, Donnina?”

Weaving her fingers through the taller girl’s hair the ginger sighs. A look of contemplation on her freckled face. “That guy…the British boy. He’s not easy to forget,” she uttered.

Mulling over Lily’s words she agreed, “I get that..he’s very charismatic in a way. But under all that, there is this heart tug where you can’t help but enjoy his company.”

“Exactly!” Lily exclaimed as she brushed hair out of the other girl’s face. Her finger trailed down her forehead and along the bridge of her nose. “I wonder if that’s normal…to feel that way about someone you just met.”

Humming softly Y/N’s fingers ghost over Lily’s sides before resting on her hips. “Maybe it’s a British thing? To be so charming and have people eager to see them again.”

“I thought that was the French?”

“It’s all relative, or how do people say Greek to me.”

Lily snorted shaking her head, “I think this is why you shouldn’t skip out on your literature classes.”

“Why would I stop when I have such a beautiful tutor to teach me when I don’t show up for classes?”

“You’re such a flirt.”

“You wouldn’t have me any other way, donnina.”

Verona was beautiful at night, James remembered Remus telling him it was the city of Romeo and Juliet. A lovely Italian city where lovers can go and enjoy the sights around them.

Lover or not he had to admit that the city was more than he expected. The town with its medieval architecture and the meandering Adige river. It was hard for him to stop looking out of his window as the moon reflected perfectly upon it.

He could hear Sirius and Remus’ hushed tones within the room. The two had spent the day with James although James made it clear he was okay alone. He didn’t want to ruin the time his friends could have in such a romantic place together.

But he was grateful, sighing he glanced down his eyes finally leaving the river. People were still walking about outside conversing. he expected the nightlife to not be as active. From the morning and afternoon being busy with bustling marketplaces, piazzas, shops, and gardens. But from the way people were chattering and laughing it seemed there was more to the city.

For some reason he found himself watching a duo of two women. One tall and the other short both of them laughing and clinging to each other in their drunken state. He wondered if they did similar activities, or rather he wondered what they were doing now.

A small ding left his phone, his hand dived into his trousers pocket to retrieve it. A message from Y/N appeared on his phone, eagerly he opened it.

Typos are on purpose because they are messaging in English. To better clarify when it’s just Lily and Y/N speaking together it will be in Italian. I’ll better indicate that in the next installment, but Y/N is terrible at English but she tries. I’m such a sucker for this trio already.

[moonylvs]

⋆˙⟡ — REQUEST FOR GRACIE

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[moonstruckme]

hii i was wondering if you could write something for poly! jily? i have reynaud syndrome which means times in the past my fingers have started going black when im really cold but i will always refuse to wear gloves (they make my hands itch), maybe a little bit of angst of them arguing over reader needing to take care of herself better and her not really understanding what the big deal is as she’s had it all her life,

love your work so much <33

Thank you for requesting gorgeous!

cw: reynaud's syndrome/hints at gangrene

poly!Jily x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

“—cause it’s dangerous, lovely.” Lily hears the upset in James’ voice as soon as the door opens. “It’s scary.” 

Yours is low and soothing to balance it. “I can barely even feel them.” 

“That’s the scary part!” 

Lily sets aside her novel, turning around on the couch to see you both. James has two grocery bags in one hand and your hand in the other. He holds it close to his chest protectively. 

“What’s the matter?” she asks. 

Your eyes go to hers with a familiar our boyfriend is a nutter look. “Nothing,” you say. 

“Stop that.” James is shocking in his sternness. “Can you move them?” 

“I can move them fine, Jamie. It’s okay.” 

“Let me see.” Lily’s known you long enough to put together what this must be about. She sits up on her knees, reaching over the back of the couch for your hand. Frowning, James releases it into her care. “Oh, sweetheart…” She cradles your discolored fingers. Irrationally, she’s afraid they might break if she’s not careful. “Let’s run some water over them, okay?” 

You both let her lead you into the kitchen. James looks terribly uneasy, a concern in his soft brown eyes that Lily sympathizes with. She turns the tap on, letting it get warm before drawing your hand underneath. 

Your expression twinges, but you don’t complain. “I’m really fine,” you mumble, uncomfortable with all the worry being directed at you. 

“Just wiggle them around for a while,” Lily murmurs in reply. James is watching the water run. He still hasn’t set down his bags. “Jamie, the groceries?” 

“Right.” James’ voice is clipped. He lifts the bags onto the counter. Takes a couple of steps backwards, starting to unwrap his scarf. “I’m just, I’m going to…” 

You turn to watch him disappear into your bedroom. For all the insouciance you’ve projected, now your expression is worried too. 

“I don’t think he’s ever been so angry with me,” you say. 

Lily steps closer to you, putting her hands under the stream of water with yours. She begins gently massaging your cold fingers. It is rare for James to be so upset. It makes it scary when it happens, not because of his response but because you know you must have done something very grievous to provoke it. 

“He loves you a lot,” she says after a moment. Pressing her shoulder to yours. “I love you a lot, too.” 

“I love you,” you murmur, shy. 

“I think it scares both of us when you let yourself be hurt. I know it doesn’t feel like a big deal to you, but it does to us.” 

You bite down on your lip as she coaxes blood back into your fingers. Lily’s heart twinges, but she knows it’s a good thing. It hurts as you’re getting better. 

“This has always happened,” you say, wiggling your fingers as if to demonstrate. “I can’t avoid it, it’s been like this my whole life.” 

“You could wear gloves,” Lily points out. 

Your mouth twists. “They itch.” 

Lily fights the urge to roll her eyes. You’ve had this argument a dozen times before; it’s a pointless battle. 

“We’d just worry less if you did.” She kisses your cheek. “How do they feel?” 

“Okay.” You’re grimacing, the circulation returning. “Almost back to normal.” 

She releases your hands, drying hers on a tea towel. “Keep them there for a few more minutes, please? Just to be safe. I’ll check on James.” 

Lily unloads a few groceries before she goes, ensuring everything that needs to be refrigerated goes in. Your fingers are nearly back to their normal color by the time she steps out. 

James is sitting on the edge of your bed. He hasn’t removed his scarf or his coat. His shoulders are slumped. When James is upset like this, he droops. Like a plant that’s full of too much water, like his body is suddenly too heavy to hold up on his own. He leans, he slouches, he finds something else to bear the weight. 

Lily smiles commiseratively. “Hi.” 

He looks up, eyes big and tired. Droops further when she steps between his legs, hugging him. 

“Hi,” he says. 

“Are you in a fight?” 

“No. I don’t think so.” James’ arms come around her middle, squeezing. “I sort of thought you’d be in a fight once we got home, honestly.” 

Lily laughs. “Guess I’m not in the mood.” 

“Caught you at a bad time?” 

“Something like that.” She uses her nails to scratch lightly between his shoulder blades. “She’s alright.” 

A deep sigh. “She carried one of our bags most the way home. I didn’t even think about how she couldn’t put her hand in her pocket with it. And of course she didn’t have gloves.” 

“It’s not your job to think of it, love.” 

“I know it sounds loony, but I really thought her fingers were going to fall off.” 

Lily rests her chin on his shoulder. “I had a similar thought,” she admits. 

“She’s alright now, though?” James’ voice is fretful. 

“Yeah. She’s alright.” 

When they return to the kitchen, you’re still holding your hand under the tap. 

Lily smiles. “I think you’re alright,” she says. “Thank you.” 

You turn it off, watching James nervously as you flick water off your fingertips into the sink. He goes over to you, and your expression melts with relief as he wraps his arms around you. You go up on your toes to hug him back, damp fingers pushing into the curls at his nape. 

“I need you to take better care of yourself,” he says, voice soft but not thin. 

“Okay,” you agree readily. “I’m sorry I scared you.” 

James hugs you tighter. Your face turns in towards his neck. “I’m sorry for being so harsh.” 

You and Lily both laugh. She boosts herself up onto the counter, crossing her legs and watching the two of you with a fond ache in her chest. 

“Jamie, your harsh is everyone else’s mild.” 

“I was harsh,” James argues. “I didn’t say I love you all the way home. I do, by the way.” He pulls back to look at you, urgent. “I love you so much.” 

You roll your eyes, but a good deal of the acerbity is lost when you smile. “I know.”

[mischievousmoony]

Hi darling!!! I love your event sm!!! Can I grill a burger with poly!Jily and the prompts “homemade, sour lemonade” and “how do you expect me to survive the summer with you both living in sundresses?!”

Ilysm and happy summer! No worries if you don’t wanna write it!

mk!! of course u can, ty for the request love! i was hoping id get a poly!jily request with the sundress prompt!!

jolie's summer kickoff a 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐫 fresh off the grill ⋮ aka a short blurb contains: poly!jily x fem!reader, almost suggestive ‪‪

You appear at Lily’s side, your fingertips lightly brushing against her elbow as she stirs her freshly squeezed lemonade, ice clinking in the crystal pitcher gifted to you by James’ mum.

“Darling,” she greets you in a sweet tone. You press a kiss to her shoulder in response.

The sun is ruthless today, but underneath your big patio umbrella, it isn’t so bad. There’s a slight wind that cools your skin in the shade.

“Be my taste tester?” Lily requests, already lifting the wooden spoon from the pitcher.

You hold Lily’s wrist lightly to steady her hand as the spoon reaches your lips. A dribble of lemonade spills over anyway, running down your chin and dripping down the front of your dress.

A sight James doesn’t miss as he steps out onto the patio with lunch in hand.

“Bloody hell,” James mutters, frozen in the doorway.

“Alright, James?” Lily asks as she wipes the lemonade from your chin with her thumb as you lick your puckered lips.

“I, uh, yes it-” James clears his throat.

“It’s a bit sour, love,” you murmur, and Lily nods in acknowledgment, moving to add a tad more of the honey simple syrup she made earlier.

“It’s… hot. Out. Hot out,” James manages to say, his eyes darting hopelessly between the faces of his girls, then to the way their dresses dance in the breeze, lifting slightly to expose more skin.

“Come join us in the shade, then, babe,” Lily says, only looking up when she hears your giggle, and she too notices James’ flustered state.

You reach your hand to him, beckoning him to come over. “Jamie,” you call in a sing-song voice.

James flushes red, placing the platter with your lunch down as he rounds the table.

He lifts your hand to his lips, pressing a chaste kiss to the back of your hand before his touch wanders up your arm to your shoulder, settling on the back of your neck as he wraps his other arm around Lily’s waist.

“How do you expect me to survive the summer with you both living in sundresses!?” James says as if he’s in genuine peril, leaning his cheek against Lily’s shoulder as he gazes down at you.

Lily and your shoulders shake in unison as you giggle at James’ theatrics.

“Poor baby,” you mock with a faux pout, brushing some of his curls out of his face.

James’ hand drifts down your back, pressing you closer as he retaliates with a playful nibble at your neck.

You squeal as you try to fend him off. Lily turns in his grip, flicking his shoulder in your defense.

“Oh, don’t worry. We’re going to change after lunch,” she tells him.

James’ head turns at once. “Change?” he asks as if he’s personally offended by the thought.

“Mhm. We’re gonna put on bikinis and lay out some towels on the grass to tan,” she tells him with a wicked little smile and a sultry tone.

James’ eyes light up, a smirk playing at his lips as he opens his mouth to say something salacious, no doubt.

Before he can, Lily already has a spoonful of lemonade at his lips.

“Try this for me, love?”

James hums as the flavor hits his taste buds. “Delicious, of course. A tad sweet though, d’you think?”

“You two are impossible,” Lily huffs, but there’s nothing but endearment in her tone.

[underoospeterparker]

marauders/hp fic recommendations !!

since I can't bring myself to write as of late, I'll recommend <3

JAMES POTTER

with a reader who has a bad day by @moonstruckme; hurt/comfort

thank you, McLaggen by @ellecdc; fluff

i hate it here by @agreeewrites; fluff & protective!James

mastermind by @wintrsoul; fluff

SIRIUS BLACK

i think your house is haunted (and i think you should come live with me) by @colouredbyd; childhood friends to strangers to lovers, angst

tattoo artist!sirius gives reader her first tattoo by @moonstruckme; fluff

the basilisk and me by @ellecdc; hurt/comfort, angst

REMUS LUPIN

remus comforts insecure reader by @moonstruckme; hurt/comfort

while we're both here by @crescenthistory; fluff, angst with a happy ending

part one part two part three part four part five

fwb!doctor!remus frets over you in the hospital by @moonstruckme; fluff, comfort

unbearable, desperate and holy by @colouredbyd; soft angst, yearning

REGULUS BLACK

blood on silk by @colouredbyd; angst with a happy ending, violence

wrapped in you by @colouredbyd; fluff, silly banter

POLY!MARAUDERS

secrets have teeth by @colouredbyd; angst angst angst, happy ending

part one part two part three

reader who is comforted while feeling anxious by @dismalflo; hurt/comfort

sweet things melt slowly by @colouredbyd; fluff

cuddle puddles by @charlottes-diary-entries; fluff, comfort

lost and found by @colouredbyd; some angst, hurt/comfort

emergency contact by @bruisedboys; fluff

autistic!reader has a meltdown by @writtenbymoonflower; hurt/comfort

reader who's getting bruises from somewhere by @writtenbymoonflower; hurt/comfort, protective!marauders

bitter sweetness by @colouredbyd; fluff, hurt/comfort

the secret life of pets (hogwarts edition) by @colouredbyd; fluff

we will be okay by @colouredbyd; angst with comfort

POLY!JEGULUS

reader gets hurt during a quidditch match by @ellecdc; hurt/comfort, fluff

kiss, marry, avada kedavra by @colouredbyd; pining, miscommunication, fluff

POLY!JILY

a bad day by @moonstruckme; fluff

with reader who stayed up all night to read by @moonstruckme; fluff

with reader who has a chronic illness by @moonstruckme; hurt/comfort

POLY!PRONGSFOOT

tropi love and slushi kisses by @colouredbyd; fluff

*chanting* one of us by @ellecdc; fluff, banter and teasing

POLY!WOLFSTAR

the button nest by @colouredbyd; slow-burn, angst with a happy ending

reader is diabetic and low on sugar by @moonstruckme; angst with comfort

the names of real things by @colouredbyd; angst with hurt/comfort

POLY!BARTYLUS

you too, silly by @crescenthistory; miscommunication, yearning, hurt/comfort

oh, my, love is a lie! by @colouredbyd; miscommunication, yearning, hurt/comfort

a bad day by @ellecdc; hurt/comfort

POLY!ROSEKILLER

evan's little freak (affectionate) by @ellecdc; fluff

evan and barty help you ward off a creep by @ervotica; fluff, comfort

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Marauders and Lightning Era Masterlist

started - 08.13.2024

last updated - 02.12.2025

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All triggers and small summaries listed in the fanfiction

Matured audience advised

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HARRY POTTER and CO.

-In The Absence of Goodbye (Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort - Enemies to Lovers to Strangers to..)

Bartemius Crouch Junior x Fem!reader

Summary: Concept- After being sent back in time to spend a year in the Marauders Era, reader is thrown forward in time and has her memories erased. But was she truly sent home? Aka: Dumbledore underestimates Barty's absolute disregard for order when it comes to his vixen.

-HIATUS We'll Heal Together (Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort) 13/? parts Remus Lupin/Sirius Black x Reader

Part 1-9 can be read as a standalone. Summary: Harry Potter grew up without the warmth of a family he should have known. A father in James Potter, a mother in Lily Potter, a God Father in Sirius Black, and an uncle in Remus Lupin. Oh, and let's not forget, a godmother in {Y/N} {L/N} Alt Summary: Starts at the end of Chamber of secrets and into the Prisoner of Azkaban with the first chapter, Harry meeting his father's old friends, and starts learning the fate of {Y/N}, who has long since been presumed dead. there seems to be more of a story hidden behind her disappearance, and in turn, her reappearance.

-Good boy, Pads {Mini-Siris}

Summary: Long hours, late nights, and dark alleyways. Good thing you have a guardian angel looking out for you. {Aka: Padfoot protects a muggle reader on her walk home}

-Expectations

Summary: Reminiscing on some romantic encounters, you have come to the conclusion Harry Potter is not someone you'd ever date. HURT/COMFORT

HEADCANNONS

Jealousy, Jealousy

Where the boys get jealous... (Feat. Barty, Regulus, Sirius, Remus, and James)

POLY!SHIPS

-Poly!Marauders+Lily x Fem!Reader

- Zombie Apocalypse Au

-Loving You is Easy

Summary: Being younger than all your respective partners was never a big deal; until they graduated and you were left behind. As your mental health declined and their lives started without you, a break was needed.

-Lily's Touch {Omegaverse}

Summary: The reader is experiencing her first heat, and nothing matter how hard she tries, she can't get the nest right.

-Jily x Slytherin!Reader

Jily x Slytherin!gnreader Summary: An interesting situationship with Jily}

-Sirius/James/Remus Band Au

Summary: Reader has a horrible encounter on stage and the boys comfort her

-What's Your Name? {Sneak Peak}

Moonwater Fluff

-Status Quo

Summary: Early mornings and the Status Quo of the Marauder's house hold. {THIS FANFICTION IS INSPIRED- no, actually, basically a tribute to @/ellecdc's PadVix fanfiction. I would be amazed you are reading any of my stuff and not having read theirs but the link is here if you need it.

REMUS LUPIN

-Spoiled Brat (Pt 1?) (Lil Angsty, +18, fluff)

Summary: When your escapism over the summer turns a bit more real, as you fall in love with a half blood your father would never approve of}

-Think like a Lupin (Angsty, lotta angst, happy ending! fluff +18)

Summary: Your parents are planning to marry you off the second after you graduate, but after an unfortunate encounter with a werewolf, plans change.

-Break a Leg Not My Heart (Some angst, mostly light hearted fluff)

Summary: You get hurt during Quidditch practice and Remus doesn't leave your side. Friends to lovers.

-Meeting Royalty (Fluff, Suggestive)

Summary: Meet cute but make it royalty} Part 2

-Too Late (Angst, no comfort) {Pt.2}

Summary: Remus comes to terms with a love lost to his own insecurities.

-Stray

Summary: Post war Remus finds home for his heart

-It Repeats Itself

Summary: Even years after the war the effects of Voldemort's reign still had waves of effects. One just so happened to have a poor girl caught in the cross fire. (This is more of a concept then a fleshed out story-a little cliche)

-Just thinking about Sirius testing tattoo ideas on you...

-Over and Over Again

Summary: The legend of soulmates and the myth of endless lives tied to one another permanently was once a myth you don't believe. Until you met Remus Lupin.

BARTY CROUCH JUNIOR

-The boy I knew {Sneak peek}

Summary- When Barty knew love

-The Boy I Knew {Part 1} (Angst, Fluff, +18)

-Do You Some Good

“When we’re done here, we can go back to hating each other. Deal?” “You’re not going to believe this, but I think I actually prefer things like this.”

-Dear Future Husband

-Cat and Mouse

Summary: The reader can never truly get away Barty, no matter how hard she tries. He'll always find his family.

-Love me, too

Summary: Late nights with loose lipped Barty, a single conversation unraveled years of yearning.

-I am not writing this because I could not mentally take it but...

-Trust and Obedience

Summary: Small snippets of moments between you and Barty, where you really should have picked up on his spiral.

Potter!Reader;

-Everything is Blue

Summary: As things escalate with Barty he draws a line in the sand.

-I Might Still Hate You

Summary: An unexpected guest shows up at your house late at night.

-Not Quite Poison- {Pt.2}

Summary: after a chance meeting in the library; a whirlwind love affair between Barty Crouch Jr and the youngest Potter blossom, but neither of them were prepared for how life would go after.

-They'll Be Alright

Summary: James Potter learns to like tolerate his sisters taste in men.

-Making Mistakes - {Pt.2}

Summary: After a horrible break up in 7th year, Barty and you haven't spoken a word to eachother. Then, he comes barreling back into your life begging for forgiveness, will you trust him?

JAMES POTTER

-Fall in Love in a Night (A lil angst, basically just a fluffy fluffy love story)

Summary: College AU, Muggle AU, James falls in love with the some of the worst parts of you }

-Fix it Yourself (All the Angst, lil comfort) +18

Summary: Falling in love with James Potter was a whirlwind affair full of lies and heartbreak. Everything comes to a head when he asks you to fake date someone so Lily will give him a chance.

-Little Lupin (Fluff)

Summary: James has a little crush on little Lupin

-Masterpiece

Summary: James Potter goes a little too far with a girl everyone happens to like.

-Just Kiss Her

Summary: You find a few unsent letters with your name on them- literally.

-Bed Hopper

Summary: After creating a tradition of cuddling James before bed, you'd think you'd have the path down by now.

-Not Made for Easy

Summary: Years of loving and yearning unfurl the night before graduation. A dramatic love confession.

-Why Couldn't It Be Us

Summary: James grappled with the reality of loosing the love of his life.

SIRIUS BLACK

-Casual (Angsty, fluff at the end) +18

Summary: Sirius falls for his most recent hook up, and she refuses to cave to what she wants}

-Fix it Yourself (All the Angst, lil comfort) +18

Summary: Falling in love with James Potter was a whirlwind affair full of lies and heartbreak. Everything comes to a head when he asks you to fake date someone so Lily will give him a chance.

-Like my father {Blurb}

Summary: Reader wants a man to love her like her father loves her mom. She just hasn't met him yet.. maybe.

-Kiss And Make-Up

Summary: Pool side at the Potters, Sirius takes you for a swim.

-Rock 'n Roll

Summary: Sirius stays home with a hangover, but the reader is always there to lend a hand.

-Just thinking about Sirius testing tattoo ideas on you...

-Self Fulfilling Prophecy

Summary: Potters love like it's a sport, but it seems that only a Black can challenge that.

FRED WEASLEY

-Summer Talks

Summary: Fred lets you know what he's waiting for

-Too Much Like Me

Summary: James finds out Lily's type in men is apparently genetic.

-Burning Bright, Falling Hard

Summary: Fred Weasley and you share a quiet moment in your room

HERMIONE GRANGER

-Invisible (Lil Angsty, basically just fluff) Blurb

Summary: Reader is a bit of a punk like Sirius, with Remus's insecurities. She doesn't believe she deserves a girl like Hermione. No real plot just Angst straight into fluff

MATTHEO RIDDLE

-But daddy I love him (Lil Angst, fluff)

Summary: Harry finds out his sister is dating Mattheo Riddle Ft. James, Lily, Remus, Sirius - No war au }

" Dinner Party " (Pt 2)

Summary: The Potters throw a dinner party; Mattheo meets the family} Wc- 4142

-King's Gambit

Summary: You go to a Ministry gala with your family, meeting and dancing with Mattheo Riddle, who is just looking to cause some trouble,

REGULUS BLACK

-Monarch butterfly (Hurt/comfort) wip

Summary- Monarch butterflies only live for up to six weeks. Their life brings an unspoken joy to the people who witness it, a peaceful feeling to the life that last so much longer then their own. They bring smiles to the faces of children, they bring good luck for those who choose it, they bring so much value to lives they will never truly be a part of. Your butterfly was, and always would be, Regulus black.

BLAISE ZABINI

-Before a Stranger

Summary: Friends before a stranger

[sunnami]

you'd be the love of my life when i was young

summary: gryffindors wear their heart on their sleeve when they fall in love. slytherins keep their heart locked far away to keep it from breaking.

pairing: poly!marauders x reader (sirius x reader, remus x reader, lily x reader, and james x reader)

tags: slight angst, fluff, lucius malfoy, happy ending

note: i have a chemistry quiz due in 50 minutes but this takes priority. . . i haven't written in a while so forgive my rusty writing skills, they've only been let out from the basement today. not proofread, we die like the marauders. (title is taken from the song, 21 by gracie abrams, because that's roughly around the age jily die. hehe.)

They said when you fell in love with the right people, everything would fall in place after.

What a load of bullshit.

You had come to a conclusion one winter morning, laying in the Gryffindor common room dressed in your woolly, green jumper. You rested on the worn-out leather seat, nervously fiddling with your fingers as you stared at the ceiling, thinking about how it was going terribly wrong. How funny it was, that the 30th of December greeted you with an existential crisis instead of presents and hot chocolate. 

There was something quite wrong with you, you had noticed for the past few months. 

Every time Sirius Black smiled at you, showing off his pearly canines and the crinkles by his deep-grey eyes, you would experience a painful, tightening sensation in your chest — like someone was squeezing at your heart. Most people knew Sirius Black, the prankster, but you were lucky enough to know Sirius, the kind and spirited boy who had a heart that loved fiercely more than anyone you knew.

Cosy afternoons found you in the library with Remus Lupin, and a strange feeling would erupt in your stomach whenever Remus leaned down, and you’d catch a whiff of pine needles and fresh mint. Shaggy, blond hair falling over his eyes as he came to life, talking about your common love for muggle books. He made time feel like an illusion, minutes fading away into hours as the two of you shared stifled giggles, cheeks numb by the time you left the room. 

And James, oh James Potter. It was difficult to describe what you felt with him — but with James, the brightest colours in the world couldn’t even compare to him. James was like putting on a pair of brand-new eyeglasses and seeing everything clearly for the first time. And without a doubt, you knew that James would never let you get hurt. But these days, you were weak in the knees as you’d see him across the Great Hall, waving at you excitedly as he bellowed your name, and to come and sit next to them. 

Last, but certainly not the least, Lily Evans. Her sweet, airy voice was a warm hug on a cold day. And her actual hugs were second to none — don’t tell Sirius, however, he liked to shift into Padfoot to steal Lily’s title as the queen of cuddling. Lily flowers were delicate, she was anything but. The spitfire of Gryffindor, who would raise her chin and defy anyone who would harass you for hanging out with them. 

(“You’re our emotionally constipated Slytherin,” said Lily as she mushed your cheeks, cooing when you tried to glare at her, and the three boys guffawing in the background. They liked to tease you often, being a year younger than them.) 

Were you dying?

That was the only plausible explanation to your palpitating heart and rickety knees. 

No, it was definitely not because you had gone and fell in love with your best friends. 

That was absurd. 

You had tried venting to Lucius Malfoy once. Narcissa often doted on you, sneakily leaving treats on your desk before she left for her class, and fussing when you got sick — which was quite often. That meant, when you weren’t with the marauders, you were trailing after the Slytherin power couple, or Severus.

(Lucius curled his lips in disgust, Narcissa sipping tea by his side, failing at hiding her knowing smirk. “I am above such childish matters,” hissed Lucius, scowl deepening when Narcissa laughed heartily, looking happier than she had been since returning home for the holidays. “I do not know why you’d even think to come to me for this.”

You huffed. 

Maybe you’d try Severus next. 

Naturally, he stormed off the moment Lily’s name fell from your lips.

Your resident seventh-years were confusing.)

Fortunately, you were stripped from your thoughts when the entrance to the common room slammed open, the paintings clamouring as they were disturbed from their slumber. One by one, the marauders piled inside the room, a string of melodious laughter and boisterous conversations following their arrival. Hastily, you sat up, heart thudding against your ribcage. Silence, you wretched beast, you told it. Don’t let them see how I burn for them.  

“There you are!” Sirius came into view first, grinning widely as he crossed the room to reach you. “Who said you could be this pretty in the morning, love?” 

Ba-dump!

Sirius plopped down head first onto your lap, manoeuvring your hand to comb through his hair as he sighed in contentment. “Bloody hell,” He exhaled shakily, “Last night was the worst one we’ve ever been through.” 

Your fingers ghosted through the new scar etched across his sharp cheekbones — it was nothing Madam Pomfrey couldn’t fix, but you still didn’t like the sight of them bruised and wounded. Swiftly, Sirius grabbed your hand and intertwined your own with his. “I’m sorry,” You whispered. 

Sirius chuckled tiredly, tightening his hold on you, as though you were a tether that kept him afloat in his sea of nightmares. 

(And you were. If only you knew.)

“It’s not your fault,” said Sirius. 

Then, your eyes landed on Remus limping towards you, his bare skin littered with scrapes and marks, supported with an arm around James’s broad shoulders. He sent a toothy smile your way, despite the tired lines on his forehead and deep bags beneath his eyes. “Waited up all night for us, huh?”

“I just couldn’t sleep knowing you guys were out there,” You whispered sheepishly. “It’s too dangerous, what happens if something goes terribly wrong, and it costs you your life? We need to tell someone.” 

“Everyone who needs to know, already knows.” Remus bit down a pained expression as he sat by your side, head lolling on your shoulder. “This is the best we have for now.” 

You didn’t like it.

You didn’t like it at all.

Before you could reply, Remus turned his head, lips feathering against your exposed skin. His voice was low as he said, “‘Sides, it’s our job to worry about you, not the other way around.”

“Well, I apologize for interrupting your job,” You whispered back harshly, wondering if that was all you were to them, a younger friend they felt the need to look after. Oh, how mortifying that would be.

James chuckled from behind you, bending over the back of the couch, he pressed a kiss to the side of your head, lingering for a few moments that felt like an eternity. “You’re too adorable,” said James, tweaking your nose. “Our angry, little Slytherin.” 

“I’m not little.” You glowered at him.

“Perhaps not.” James smiled cheekily. “But you’re ours.” 

Often times, you had wondered how the five of you came to be so tight-knit, knowing their disdain for most of the Slytherins. 

(Little did you know, you smiled at them once in Potions, and they were a goner.) 

Something stirred deep in your belly. 

You sucked in a breath. “Don’t say things like that, James.”

People could get the wrong idea.

You could get the wrong idea.

“Well, why not?” Lily appeared in your peripheral vision, the scent of blooming wildflowers and fresh rain filling the room. Like the three boys, her skin was sallow from lack of sleep, but her bare face and blinding grin left your heart racing. “It’s true, isn’t it?” 

It could be, just not in the way you wanted it to be true.

You sighed. “Class is going to start in a few hours, I should get going.” 

“Or,” James began wickedly, throwing a thick blanket onto the floor by the fireplace, and tossing a bunch of throw pillows at Sirius’s face. “We could have a sleepover right here.” 

“Sounds good to me,” said Lily merrily, stealing James’s blanket as she placed a pillow beneath her head. 

“I really have to go—” You reasoned pathetically.

“Stay,” whispered Sirius without even opening his eyes as he curled his lithe fingers around your wrist. “You being here makes us feel better.” 

They were too cruel, saying all these sweet words, not knowing how it drove knives through your heart. 

James yawned as he laid on the carpeted floor, hiking the blanket up to his shoulders as he threw a leg over Lily, pulling her close to his chest, nuzzling the crook of her neck. “D’you have your textbooks with you, love?” He asked you drowsily. 

“No,” You answered, any other words lodged in your throat. 

“That’s fine.” James hummed. “I’ll just get the cloak and sneak into the dungeons later to get the books for you.” 

“Sleep,” Remus urged you, unaware how you shivered at his words. 

“You can’t be comfortable like that,” You told him in disbelief, watching his neck bend at an angle to lay on your shoulder. 

“Trust me,” said Remus gently, eyelashes tickling your skin, “I’m right where I want to be.” 

You had grown silent for a few beats, unaware how Sirius’d opened his eyes, staring at your worried expression. 

(How could one person be so perfect, he wondered.)

“You alright, darling?” He reached out to trace the curve of your jaw with his thumb, the palm of his hand holding your face as though you were a pureblood’s antique treasure. (Mine, mine, mine, his heart screamed.)

But like the Slytherin you were, you lied as easily as you breathed.

“I’m fine.”

As you laid in between Remus and Sirius, watching the peaceful rise of Lily and James’s chests, you had come to a daunting realization. 

You were irrevocably and agonizingly in love with your best friends. 

And because fate liked to spit in your face, the four of them were already in a beautiful, committed relationship. 

Who were you to get in the way of that?

—

They would understand, you convinced yourself. 

They would understand that you had to stay away from them. You had to protect your heart and keep it safe. The marauders were a dangerous bunch, and they had played the biggest prank on you, and by Merlin, would you fall for this particular prank over and over again if it meant you could hear their voices and fall into their embrace. 

But you couldn’t stay. They would only crush your heart otherwise. 

If Gryffindors wore their heart on their sleeves when they fell in love, Slytherins protected theirs with every fibre of their being, locking it in a cage where no one else can have the power to break it. 

Like what any love-stricken teenager would do in the face of heartbreak, you began to ignore the objects of your affections — ignoring the way your soul called out to theirs. 

It wasn’t as obvious the first few days. You would escape their company under the ruse of studying for McGonagall and Flitwick’s practical tests. 

(“They’re notoriously difficult after all,” You told them, a nervous laugh accompanying your lie. Peter eyed you curiously, noticing small details the others could not see — your quivering lips, your nails digging into your palms, and the way your eyes wouldn���t meet any of theirs. “I just don’t want to fail.” 

You could have cried at the way James held the back of your head as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead. “You’ll do well, love. You always do.” 

“You can study with me, if you want,” Remus quickly offered. “I’m not as good as James in transfiguration, but I can definitely teach better than those two.” 

“Hey!” Sirius exclaimed in mock offence.

“Thanks, it’s sweet of you to offer,” You told them, shifting your weight awkwardly from one foot to the other. “But—”

“Say less, darling,” Lily interjected kindly, wrapping her scarf around your neck. She smiled at you, holding both your cheeks in her palms. “They’re the worst lot to study around, I know. Just don’t study too hard, okay? Take breaks, have a cup of tea now and then, and remember it’s okay to ask for help — don’t give me that face — if it gets too overwhelming, just ask. We’re here for you in every way you need us.” 

Oh.

You were well and truly screwed. 

“Thanks,” You croaked.)

But it was getting harder and harder to come up with excuses. 

(“Wotcher!” Sirius grinned, encasing you in a tight hug after bumping into you in the corridor. “Haven’t seen you in a while, busy bee. Fancy a lunch with us in Hogsmeade?” 

You scrunched your nose, red and bitten from the winter frost, stepping away from him and ignoring the way his face fell. “I. . . I can’t. I’ve got practice with the Frog Choir.”

Sirius shoved his hands in his trouser pockets. “S’alright. I can wait and pick you up right after, then we’ll swing by that shop you really like—”

“I can’t, Sirius,” You interrupted harshly, wrapping your arms around your chest as your gaze dropped to the ground. “Sorry. I just. . . I’ll just catch you some other time.” 

Sirius flinched. “Sure, love. Other time, yeah?”

But only the wind replied.

Saturday came, and along with it was the long-awaited match between Gryffindor and Slytherin. James, decked out in his uniform, bounded over to you at the Slytherin’s side of the Great Hall, oblivious to the death glares some of your housemates had sent his way. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, lifting you from your seat. 

“It’s Quidditch day, pidge!” James tilted his head, awfully resembling a lost, confused puppy. “Why aren’t you dressed yet? It’s the game of games! Even Remus is announcing the game later.” 

You bit your lip before responding. “I’m not going, James.” 

“What?” He furrowed his brows. “Why not?” 

Ever since you had become friends with James Potter in your first year, you had never missed a single game of his. Except for the one time you had fallen sick during his match against Hufflepuff — and the moment he knew you were ill, the game ended in less than two minutes, by his sheer determination to get by your side quickly and make sure you weren’t alone. 

You sighed. “I don’t know, James, I’m just not feeling up to it today.”

It was a big, fat lie, and he knew it too. 

You didn’t go to his match later that day.

It was one of the biggest losses James had ever experienced — he wasn’t talking about Quidditch.)

Your housemates were beginning to realize was something was off as well. They might not be particularly fond of the Gryffindors that captured your heart, but they were fond of you, and they guarded their own. 

You had a stare-down with Regulus Black in the common room — and you weren’t about to lose — before he blinked and asked, “What did my brother do?”

“Nothing,” You replied, pretending to be engrossed with your herbology textbook. 

Severus rolled his eyes before plucking the book out of your hands. “Spit it out, woman. We’ve had to watch you mope around pathetically for days now. It’s irritating the rest of us.”

You sniffled. “Then just leave me alone! No one asked you to check up on me!” 

“Unfortunately, we can’t.” Severus took a seat beside Regulus. With a pained grimace, he said, “So you can. . . pour your heart out to us.” 

“I can’t.” You wailed. “I’m a Slytherin, we’re the worst at that.”

Regulus shrugged his shoulders. “It’s true. We’re hopeless.” 

“But,” He raised his wand, “We do speak in jinxes and curses.” 

“Don’t you dare!” You blubbered, wiping at your tears — but somehow, without having to express it in words, they understood, and you had felt lighter.

Still, you missed them. 

“This is pathetic.” Lucius enters the common room, Narcissa holding onto his arm, watching the scene before him with blank eyes. “Black, Snape, get out, you’re only making whatever this is, worse.”

Narcissa was by your side in an instant, dabbing at your wet eyes and cheeks with a handkerchief that cost more than your life. “Hush now, darling. What’s wrong, hm? Was it that idiot cousin of mine? Don’t worry, Lucius can tell his father, and we’ll have them begging at your feet by tomorrow.”

You cried louder. 

“I jest, I jest.” Narcissa softly chuckled, pulling your hair away from your face as she tugged you close. “Please tell us what’s wrong. It’s been awful seeing you like this for the past few days.”

Lucius sat on the loveseat across you, resting his feet atop the glass coffee table. “Yes, I beg you — do as she says, for the love of Merlin. But, really, what else did you expect, associating yourself with that ragtag of miscreants?”

Narcissa glared at him.

Lucius raised his arms in surrender. 

Narcissa clicked her tongue before returning her attention to you, eyes softening at your tear-stricken face. She smiled, albeit sadly, as she said, “Perhaps, I know what is wrong.” She gestured to the way you clutched at the front of your shirt. “It is the matters of the heart, is it not?” 

You nodded weakly. “I love them.”

“And they, you,” said Narcissa. “So, what is wrong?” 

“I love them!” You hiccuped.

“Unfortunately.” Lucius handed you a tissue. “The whole of Hogwarts knows this already, so I do not understand why you’re blowing snot all over my fiancé’s robes about it.” 

“They don’t feel the same way about me,” You confessed with a sob. 

Lucius stared at you incredulously. “Please do not tell me that you are this daft.” 

“What do you mean?” You asked him through narrowed, teary eyes, Narcissa rubbing the tips of your numb fingers from crying so much. 

“I did not sign up for this.” Lucius rubbed at his temples as he stood up. “I will only say this once, so make sure you are listening. Those Gryffindor idiots are so disastrously in love with one another — let me finish, damn you — and if you cannot see that they love you too, then it is your own fault. It physically pains me to see the way they smile when you are near. They would move the earth for you, and they would shake the heavens for you.” 

—

Gryffindors must have hearts made of steel, because you didn’t know how they could be so brave, to look fear right in the eyes and say: I’m ready. 

Because you surely weren’t. You were headed towards your usual spot in the courtyard by the clock tower, legs heavy and swell deep in your throat. Then, you found them, looking so achingly beautiful under the sunlight, huddled together for warmth as they smiled and laughed at lame puns and mistimed jokes. 

Did you have a place with them? 

You were about to find out.

“Hey,” You greeted once you were right in front of them. A month of evading them, and now you were here. It was like finding a piece of your soul that you had lost.

(For them, seeing you was like finally being able to breathe again.) 

“Hey,” said Lily, devoid of any warmth, and that broke you. 

Bravery was poison, you decided. A trap for weak-hearted fools like you. 

Sirius shot James a look before clenching his jaw. “No choir practice today? No study sessions with Cissa or Reg? Wait, no, I’ve got it. Slughorn’s dinner party? Or is it detention with McGonagall today? Does her highness finally feel up to talking to the peasants?”

You inhaled sharply. “Never mind. This was a bad idea.”

But this — is what you deserved. You had hurt them badly, so it was only right for them to stomp on your heart for everyone to see, just as you did to them many times this month. 

A sob tore from your lips as you swivelled on your heels, ready to flee the scene and never show your face to anyone else ever again. Yet, before you could leave, Remus clamped his hand over your wrist. 

“Why?” He stared at you, searching for anything that could explain your sudden behaviour. Remus looked at you with such emotion, tightly holding onto you — but never enough to hurt, because Remus could never be capable of hurting you. He’d die before he would ever cause you pain. 

 (You made him feel unafraid of the moon.) 

“Was. . . was it something I did?” Remus asked, laying his wounds bare for you to see. “Was it me?”

“I love you!” You shouted in the midst of panic — you had never wanted to cause Remus to doubt himself. Your loud declaration had caught the attention of some, but you stood on, curling your fists firmly. You needed to do this. 

“I love you.” You said once more, breathlessly, staring right into James’s eyes. Such a beautiful shade of hazel. “I love each one of you. And it. . . it hurts right here.” Tears dripped from your eyes to the side of your chin as you splayed your hand over where your heart rested. 

“Because you don’t feel the same.” 

The four of them simply gazed at you, slack-jawed and wide-eyed. 

You took that as confirmation for what you had been fearing all along. 

“And that’s okay if you don’t,” You snivelled, unable to see clearly with the streams of tears in your eyes. You thought of how Sirius melted at Lily’s touch and how Remus was the anchor to James’s wild streak. How they all complemented each other and fit perfectly like puzzle pieces. “Just give me a few months, and I’ll get over it. It’s a stupid crush anyway, it’s my fault. The four of you are perfect together, how could—”

“Shut up,” James hissed before cupping your face and pulling you in for a kiss. Cherries and pumpkin pasties. He kissed you deeply once more before pressing his lips to your eyes, desperately washing away your tears with his devotion. “Was that it? We could have been doing this ages ago.”

“What?” You rasped, knees buckling at the weight of his gaze.

James only smiled, stealing your third kiss. 

Sirius pulled your hand, his arm encasing your waist as you stumbled to his chest. Like James, he kissed you fervently, like he wanted to chase off all your fears and doubts. His lips were warm against yours — firewhiskey. You wanted to be burnt by his flames again and again. He held you close, committing every inch to memory. 

(You were art that he wanted to worship.)

He kissed your forehead. “We love you, daft girl.”

He kissed both of your eyes, chuckling when a new wave of tears came. “We have loved you ever since you burnt my mother’s howler in fourth year, and gave us poorly-knitted sweaters for Christmas.” 

“I love you,” said Sirius. “As certain as the spring that arrives after winter, I love you.” 

You snuffled. “I. . . I don’t understand.” 

Remus stepped in your line of sight to place his jacket over you — it was Sirius’s leather jacket, really, but Remus liked to claim it occasionally. He bundled you in earmuffs and rested his chin atop your head, exhaling in relief. “I thought it was me.” 

You shook your head, clinging to the front of his shirt. “No, never. It was me. I’m sorry.” 

Remus grinned wolfishly, eyes swooping down to your kiss-stained lips. (There you were, standing in the snow that threatened to melt, eyes rimmed with tears, hair wildly ablaze from the cold breeze, cheeks damp and red — but how devastatingly beautiful you were.) “May I?” 

You nodded. “P-Please.”

Blueberries and dark chocolate. Remus whispered against your lips, “If it wasn’t already clear, the feeling is bloody mutual — we love you, just as the moon loves the sun enough to chase after it every day.” He grabbed your hand and placed it over his heart, you were surprised to see him holding back tears of his own. “All my life, I thought I was this monster who didn’t deserve to live. But you, all of you, make me selfish enough to want to belong here.” 

He kissed you desperately, words of adoration and love falling from his lips. 

Finally, your eyes settled on Lily. You waited for her reaction with a bated breath. 

You hadn’t expected for her to burst into tears as she rushed over to you. 

“Don’t you ever do that again,” said Lily angrily before circling you in her embrace, burying her nose in your hair. You hugged her back, drowning in her scent and warmth. “You are deserving of all the things you want, so don’t run away — if you run, we’d follow you, idiot girl.” 

Then, Lily captured your lips with her own. 

She tasted like happy endings.

note: 4k words and 6 hours later, here we are! let it be known i was THE poly marauders enthusiast years ago. i always wanted one with lily in the polycule so here we are. this is me manifesting my college romance, y'all. look away. anyways, i hoped u enjoyed it!! brought a smile to your face and all!! might make a part two for more fluff and to establish more relationship dynamics since this was written on a whim ;D also i planned a cute scene with peter as well, so i'll just write that in part two el em ay yo.

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Pairing: Poly!Jily x Reader Summary: It's just a movie night with Lily and James—popcorn, bad accents, and a fort of cushions—but your brain won't cooperate. Words come late, thoughts muddle, and laughter turns to static. But that's okay. Tags: no use of y/n, sensory overload, slow processing, reader struggling with conversation pacing, hurt/comfort, fluff, blanket fort coping mechanism, james's terrible impressions, lily is steady and kind, reader isn’t doing words well today and that’s okay Word count: 1.6k words

The living room of your flat is a cosy chaos of mismatched blankets and cushions, a makeshift fort for three grown adults on a Saturday evening. The bowl of popcorn perched precariously on James's knee is nearly empty, crumbs dusting his jeans like a second layer of fabric. The overhead light is still on, throwing stark shadows against the far wall—it's too bright for movie night, but nobody wants to rise from their nest of warmth to switch it off.

James is in the middle of a particularly exaggerated impersonation of the film's protagonista grizzled detective with a tragic backstory and an unfortunate haircut when Lily interrupts him, her voice loud with indignation.

"She was in Prague in the last scene!" Lily exclaims, her green eyes wide with disbelief as she points an accusing finger at the television screen. "There's no way she could have reached London without—"

"She apparated, Lils," James interjects, his tone heavy with sarcasm as he twirls an imaginary wand through the air. "It's always magic, even in muggle movies. But the real magic was the friends we interrogated along the way."

You're still processing Lily's words when James's faux accent hits you like a delayed punchline, and it takes a moment for you to catch up. You try to contribute something about trains or time zones, but your response comes out stilted, a beat too late, like a record skipping on a turntable.

"You mean... if she apparated the briefcase? Or no—wait—what did you just say?"

There's a pause. A long, drawn-out pause that stretches thin the fabric of conversation.

Lily laughs, a sound rich with warmth and affection. "Oh, love."

He feigns a gasp, clutching his chest as if wounded. "Betrayed! In my own home!"

A loud laugh escapes Lily, rich and warm like the sun breaking through clouds. It's not mean-spirited, merely amused—an echo of a bond that time and death could never sever.

But the laughter only makes your skin prickle with unease. You shift beneath the blankets, trying to follow the thread of their conversation, but it's like chasing shadows in the dark. The past and present blur, leaving you disoriented. Bits and pieces of their voices overlap until they're indistinguishable from one another—

"What did you say after Prague? Or was it before?" Your voice sounds small even to your own ears. "I can't... I can't remember."

Lily's eyes soften as she moves closer, her hand resting on your ankle where it peeks out from the blanket. "Hey, it's okay," she says quietly, more to herself than to you. "We're both being loud idiots."

“Speak for yourself,” James says, dramatically tossing a handful of popcorn into the air and catching maybe three pieces in his mouth. The rest fall onto the blanket.

A small laugh bubbles up from your chest, but it's strained, tired. You shift on the sofa, your shoulders tight. The overhead light is too bright, the television screen flickers, and the detective is explaining something important, his voice low and muffled. You can't make out the words. James is still mumbling, his own dialogue matching the actor's mouth movements, and Lily is commenting on the set design, her voice a soothing hum.

It's too much.

Your fingers curl into the blanket, gripping the soft fabric as you try to ground yourself. You're here with them. It's movie night. It's supposed to be fun. But your heartbeat quickens, and your tongue feels heavy, tied in knots.

"Wait—" The word is out before you can stop it, too loud and discordant for the gentle hum of their conversation. It's like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands, this elusive thread of understanding that slips away just when you think you've grasped it.

"Can we—I'm not—I can't keep up." There's an apology in your tone, though you're not entirely sure why you're the one saying sorry. "I'm... I'm not doing words well right now."

You hate how flat your voice sounds, devoid of the usual warmth that comes so easily around them. But right now, even forming coherent sentences feels like scaling a mountain.

The movie comes to an abrupt halt as Lily reaches for the remote, her earlier enthusiasm replaced by concern. The detective's face freezes mid-sentence, his brows furrowed on the paused screen, mirroring your own confusion.

James stirs, pushing himself up onto one elbow. "Hey," he says, his voice a low murmur that carries across the quiet room. "Come here."

You hesitate, your mind still whirling with the sudden onslaught of emotion, but Lily is already shifting closer, her hand reaching out to close the distance between you.

"Shh, it's okay," she whispers, her touch light and reassuring against your trembling form. "You don't have to apologise for anything. You're doing just fine, okay?"

There's a faint nod from you, barely perceptible, but James seems to understand. His hands are gentle as they wrap the blanket tighter around your shoulders, creating a cocoon of warmth that helps to steady your racing heart. He lifts you then, pulling you partly onto his lap with an ease that speaks of strength despite his slight frame. His voice is softer now, a soothing lullaby that cuts through the chaos of your thoughts. "Do you want me to turn off the film? We can just sit here together, talk if you want, or just... be."

"Yeah," you manage, your voice a hoarse whisper. The words catch in your throat, sticking like cotton. You swallow hard, trying again. "Off... please, turn it off."

"Done," Lily says, already having dropped the remote onto the floor. She moves closer still, her shoulder brushing against yours, and for a moment her head rests lightly against your other arm. Her hand finds yours, fingers tracing idle patterns that ground you, anchoring you amidst the storm.

"Better?" she asks, her voice soft, a beacon in the darkness.

You take a deep breath, feeling the oxygen fill your lungs, then slowly let it out. Your heart skips, stutters, begins to find its rhythm again.

"It's like... buffering," you say, groping for words that can capture the elusive sensation. "Like the conversation has already happened, and I'm just catching up. I think I'm hearing it, but it doesn't make sense until a few seconds later. And by then, everyone is already laughing or has moved on."

Lily nods, her movements slow and deliberate. “It always takes me a bit to realize when that’s happening for you.”

James gives a small nod, his chin resting atop your head. "We need subtitles for real life. Or maybe a five-second delay would do the trick."

A soft laugh escapes you, muffled by the fabric of his shirt.

"But it makes me feel stupid sometimes," you confess, the admission more painful than you'd anticipated. "Like I'm messing up the flow."

James pulls back slightly, just enough for you to see the seriousness etching lines across his forehead—an unusual sight on such a typically jovial face. "Hey. No. You're not messing anything up. You are the flow, remember? We just need to get better at keeping up with it."

"Exactly," Lily chimes in, her voice soft yet firm, like a lullaby wrapped around a spine of steel. "It's not your job to keep up with us. It's our job to slow down and make sure there's space for you."

The knot in your chest loosens, releasing a pressure you hadn't realized had been building all day. Without thinking, you lean into them both, half-crying, half-laughing, feeling something akin to gratitude.

"We love you just the way you are," Lily says softly, her fingers tracing soothing circles on your back. "Not despite anything. Just because. All of it. You're kind, smart, and so very brave, and you don't need to rush to keep up with us. We're not in a race."

James leans in closer, his voice a low rumble that resonates with warmth. "Besides, someone needs to appreciate my stellar impressions."

"They're awful," Lily retorts, the corner of her mouth lifting against your hair.

"And yet, I persist."

You can't help the laugh that bubbles up from your chest, surprising even you with its lightness. "You two are ridiculous."

"So we've been told," they say in unison, their voices mingling in the quiet room.

The television screen flickers, the film long forgotten and paused at some insignificant scene. The only other light comes from a streetlamp outside, casting long shadows across the floor. The faint hum of the city beyond these walls is a distant murmur, drowned out by the steady rhythm of your breathing and the soft rustle of fabric as you shift ever so slightly against them. The room is a mess of living—popcorn kernels nestled in couch cushions, mismatched socks discarded by the armchair, three mugs of half-drunk tea left cooling on the coffee table.

But despite the disorder, it's warm here, cocooned between Lily's steadfast presence and James's easygoing charm. You let their voices wash over you, not catching every word but understanding the sentiment. It doesn't matter whether they're discussing breakfast plans or debating the intelligence of cats; the rhythm of their banter is soothing—a balm to your frayed nerves.

It's not perfect. Your mind will skip again, stumble over thoughts like uneven pavement, become entangled in the vines of confusion that seem to grow thicker with each passing day. But for now, it's enough. For now, this pause is everything.

For now, you are held. You are seen.

You are loved.

And the movie can wait.

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She’s in Love

Jily x F!Reader

I love Lily and James two birds one stone, y/n is basically a James clone in some aspects, would that make her female James??, idk kinda au modern Hogwarts?

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”

“I think you mean beyond gorgeous, lover.”

“I think I actually-”

The glare from Lily caused the two to snicker as they stopped their conversation. The library is a wonderful place except for when you bring your boyfriend and girlfriend with you. Lily just wanted to study in peace but the second they tagged along she knew she wouldn’t.

“Will you two please be quiet, the library is for studying not whatever you’re doing,” she hissed out.

James looks at Y/N who sits beside him, “I thought we were studying?”

“So did I? Being that beautiful needs to be observed and appreciated, Lilybud.”

“Zip it.”

“Yes ma’am,” James said.

“Whatever milady wants,” Y/N saluted.

Lily shook her head before running her fingers through her hair. Focusing on the pages once more she tucked strands of hair behind her ear. It didn’t work as well as she hoped as her hair always ended up back in her face. Clearing his throat James slide a claw clip across the table towards her. From the look on his face and how he slide it over made it seem like some kind of drug deal.

“Thank you,” she said taking the clip before putting up half of her hair.

“No problem, lilypad.”

She always noticed subtle things they did when they were around her. From James always carrying hair clips and such for her. To Y/N being more than eager to carry her things. Regardless of how she felt she knew they would always find a way to cheer her up. Although their idea of cheering her up usually involved teasing her until she pretended to be annoyed with them.

Out loud she wouldn’t admit how much they swayed her, how she started to fall. Walking back to the common room from the library she doesn’t have time to think as her book is taken. Looking back she noticed it was a grinning Y/N who was putting the book in the back pocket of her jeans. “It’s only fair…I want to hold your hand too.”

Lily smiled as she held her free hand out which Y/N gladly took. Standing between James and Y/N as they held hands filled her heart with warmth. The sound of their chatter vivid as they joke with each other. Each time they disagreed they would both look at Lily for her opinion. A laugh escaping her at their identical looks as they waited for her input.

Maybe it was how similar they were or how they didn’t waste time when it came to her. Either way she knew she would never give this up..

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‹𝟹 you don’t really like me, you just think you do. by @perpetuallydaydreaming james potter x reader | fluff & angst, 5.9k wc, getting together, jamie being the best suitor, charlie is also here

-when james’ feelings did a 180, you find it hard to take him seriously.

‹𝟹 hike and pipe by @gxtitobxby james potter x fem!reader | oral sex (fem receiving), reader has a ponytail that gets pulled on, p in v. idk s’all pretty sweet tbh

-"ready to go, darlin'?"

‹𝟹 chef!james blurb by ^ chef!james potter x reader

-you turn off the water and reach for a paper towel to dry off your hands just as james finishes tying an apron around his waist. saddling up next to him with a bright smile, you watch as he shuffles some vegetables on the cutting board. "what are we cooking today, jamie?"

‹𝟹 his last by ^ james potter x reader | fluff, smut mentions

-"I can't believe you've touched other girls like this."

‹𝟹 breakfast of champions by ^ james potter x fem!reader | oral sex (fem receiving), daddy kink, dacryphilia, overstimulation, 1.4k

-the one where james wants you to sit on his face but you are shy

‹𝟹 a helping hand by ^ james potter x pregnant!reader | mentions of feeling uncomfortable in your own body, allusions to smut, mentions of razors and shaving, james and reader simp for each other the whole time :’)

-you’re taking a little too long in the bathroom. 

‹𝟹 better kisser(part 2) by @quindolyn  jily x reader | poly sex, jily x reader, dom!james, dom!lily, sub!reader, lily’s a sex god, prove me wrong, they’re both cocky as fuck

-lily starts bragging about how she thinks she’s better at other things since she’s the better kisser so they make it a competition over who can like… get the reader off fastest… and then it’s like a competition to see who can get her off the most…

‹𝟹 third by @midnightsenchanted jily x reader | hurt/comfort, slight miscommunication, angsty teens, insecurities, pet name: sweetheart, 2.4k

-your secret relationship with james and lily was going well, until james made a mistake and outed his relationship with lily, leaving them to the public eye and you hidden in the dark.

‹𝟹 italy 1978 by @redtaylorsversiongirlie james potter x muggle!italian!reader | nothing much just some dirty jokes, james being a simp

-james potter never thought he could be in love with someone else than lily evans. however, that was quickly changed when in italy, he lands his on a beautiful muggle girl from venice.

‹𝟹 wake up, fall down by @curseofaphrodite james potter x reader | mentions of alcohol!

-james doesn't get drunk often but when he does, chaos follow.

‹𝟹 getaway car by ^ james potter x fem!reader | fluff

-stolen stares turn out to be much more troubling than they should have been.

‹𝟹 began with a death by ^ james potter x fem!reader | mentions of death, drowning, y/n being a lil bitchy, angst

-after your best friend regulus dies, you take your anger out on james. 

‹𝟹 twenty/twenty vision by @leahsficemporium james potter x reader | 2.2k

-james finds you that morning struggling to cook breakfast. among helping you, he realizes you may need to get new glasses and he gets very comfortable in helping test out his theory. close is not close enough when it comes to james potter

‹𝟹 surprise by @cupids-crystals james potter x reader | super fluffy! no reader pronouns, 0.9k

-boyfriend!james potter throws reader a surprise birthday party.

‹𝟹 you’re cheating on me, aren’t you? by @luveline james potter x reader

-you see it on your phone and want to try it. no part of you believes james would truly be cheating on you – he's too caring. he irons your socks. 

‹𝟹 james fic by ^ james potter x reader | fluff

-you watch james struggle through a tequila shot with a fond look on your face. leaning against the cold brick wall of sirius black's house, you can smell the comforting wafts of woodsmoke as the outdoor burner putters away, the sticky sweet smell of foxglove that peeks over the tops of his ordinate brown fence, the whispers of james' cologne where it lingers on his jacket. you wrap it tighter around yourself to stave off the cold chill. the prequels (you don't have to read): 1 2 3.

‹𝟹 cute blurb by ^ james potter x reader

-reader having a sore tooth or loose tooth sort of thing? him wanting to have a look or get the tooth out but reader is scared?

‹𝟹 angst blurb by ^ james potter x reader | angsty, comforting

-reader flinches during an argument? with happy ending and a lot of comfort obviously

‹𝟹 your hand, forever by ^ james potter x fem!reader | fake!dating, pining, marauders era, basically a love note for james. fem!reader, fluff, intimacy

-you ask james to pretend to be your boyfriend. he always says yes.

‹𝟹 james drabble by ^ james potter x reader | suggestive 18+

-james coming home to see you walking around the house with a laundry jacket against your hip in just a short shirt and pair of panties, and him being all mushy and soft just seeing you like that. but also a little bit turned on knowing that you walk around like that everyday..?

‹𝟹 james blurb by ^ james potter x drunk!reader

-drunk reader calls james by accident and he goes to pick her up and finds out she is really really drunk and helps her getting sick and he starts worrying this may be a problem and tries to talk to her bc he worries

‹𝟹 bodyguard blurb by ^ bodyguard!james potter x reader | fluff

-bodyguard james and reader somehow endangers herself and after he’s all angry upset cause she could’ve been hurt! but then fluffiness?

‹𝟹 summer love by ^ james potter x reader

-some james romance. the potter's have a summer home/lake house and james falls for the girl in the cabin down the lane (and sirius and remus tease him endlessly).

‹𝟹 james blurb by ^ james potter x reader | injury, tw for burns/ getting burned

-"can you watch the barbecue for me?" james asks you.

‹𝟹 golden snitches and old wounds by @shadowsinger11 james potter x insecure!reader | suggestive themes, references to anxiety and depression

-lily and you were sitting on a bench right on top of one of the twelve colorful towers around the massively wide pitch, waving your gryffindor flags in excitement.

‹𝟹 james blurb by @roonilwazlibimagines james potter x reader

-similar scenario to when harry fell off his broom due to the dementors in poa happened to you during quidditch, say if the dementors were there for some reason and either he’s on your team or watching from the sidelines and it’s raining and he just sees you falling from the sky, and how he would react when he sees you and by your bedside

‹𝟹 best friends sister by @eddiesbug james potter x fem!reader | lotsa fluff, smut, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it kids), james being literally so sexy (it’s a warning), 1.8k

-james finally convinces you to give him a chance.

‹𝟹 sub!james blurb by ^ sub!james potter x reader | smut, fluff, 6k

-best friend!james coming back from a really bad night out/date/hook up/idk stuck in subspace and going to ur house so you just tease him until he's crying and begging for you take care of him so you do

‹𝟹 jily smutty blurb by @prettybabybaby lily potter x james potter x babysitter!reader | smut

-“good job, sweet girl,”

‹𝟹 sleepy love by @cryonme james potter x gn!reader

-james being a softie for his sleepy love.

‹𝟹 my boys by @velvetcloxds dad!james x fem!nanny!reader | age gap (reader in her twenties, james in his early thirties), 1.1k

-james asking you to move in with him (same au as worth the wait)

‹𝟹 daisy by @marauderslupins dad!james potter x reader | fluff, 1.5k

-who knew the sweet gesture tied into a school boy crush could lead to the best thing in a man’s life. james potter certainly never suspected he would have a baby with you, not after the years of rejection you put him through. but now she was here and the word ‘daisy’ had an even more beautiful meaning.

‹𝟹 skin by @jamespottersmommy dad!james potter x mom!reader | fluff, partial nudity, sensory issues, crying

-focus is mainly on harry and him having sensory issues and reader decides to help him exactly how she did when he was a baby.

‹𝟹 the bet by @solemnly-mischievous james potter x reader | d/s, dirty talk, fingering, cunnilingus, overstimulation, praise, james is slightly mean (but in a nice way), reader's a bit of a brat, 2.3k

-james claims he can make you come in thirty minutes. you call bullshit. he takes it as a challenge.

‹𝟹 fireflies by @mushroomlupin james potter x fem!reader | male masturbation, sexual references, grinding, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap your willy!)

-reader and james grew up spending every summer together. but what happens when the two of them realize that they've fallen for one another? (it's just a best friends to lovers trope in a nutshell)

‹𝟹 wear you like a necklace by @letterstotheflre james potter x reader | smut (boob fucking)

-james fucks your tits

‹𝟹 family blurb by ^ dad!james potter x mum!latina!reader

-a sharp cry and the panicked shout of "mommy!" makes you look up from the counter in alarm.

‹𝟹 james and bagels by ^ dad!james potter x reader

-"oh, darling," james coos when he sees your teary eyes. he scoots the plate as far away from you as he can and wraps his arms around your waist, bringing you into his chest. "you're okay, my love. we can just find another thing for you to have."

‹𝟹 give you my wild, give you my child by ^ james potter x reader | pregnancy, food

-you get pregnancy cravings at 1am

‹𝟹 i think that it's best if we both stay by ^ james potter x reader | mdni, 18+, just the tiniest of smut at the end (nothing too explicit), a little bit of angst maybe

-the morning after your argument with james

‹𝟹 tikotk trend headcannon by @ddejavvu  james potter x reader + others

-how fast do you think the marauders would be with the trend where girls let out a cry of pain and then time their boyfriends to see how long it takes them to come in

‹𝟹 cute easter blurb by @ohlovxr dad!james potter x reader

-james would be this giant ball of energy leading up to easter when your babies are old enough to understand it. 

‹𝟹 marauders blurb by @randomoutsiders poly!marauders x reader | sub!james x sub!fem!reader x dom!remus x dom!sirius, mention of eating, swearing, mentions of sex, nicknames, subspace, hickies, mention of a punishment, 18+, nsfw, 1.5k

-poly!marauders where sub!james and sub!fem!reader sneak off to hogsmead and get caught by dom!remus and dom!sirius when they try to sneak back into the dorms

‹𝟹 four eyes by @sarahisslytherin james potter x reader | fluff

-when james misplaces his glasses you take it upon yourself to get him through the school day.

‹𝟹 whipped by @cosmal drunk!james potter x fem!reader

-james let’s you take him home when he’s drunk. james’s friends think he’s whipped.

‹𝟹 imagining coming home to james drunk by ^ james potter x fem!reader

-he’s not asleep because he’s been waiting for you to come home from a night out with your friends. he’s up watching tv and you stumble in through the door. he’s up in an instant when he hears you trying to shuck your shoes off at the door. y/n! sweetheart, how was your night?

‹𝟹 james wants u to look at him by @strgrlxox james potter x reader | smut

-james has had you in this position only a few times before, although, this is the first time he is looking at all of you. usually you allow him to love you in the dark, with an oversized shirt of his around your frame––concealing yourself from him.

‹𝟹 james always just wants to be your good boy by @sxriusblxck james potter x reader | smutty

-he wakes you with orgasm after orgasm, not stopping until you’re pushing him away and snapping your legs shut.