#Peter Pettigrew Fluff

[robarazzii]

sirius black who had a massive fear of the dark from being forced into a dark closet when he disobeyed as a child for punishment.

it wasn’t the worst thing his parents would do to him as punishment especially in the years to follow but it stuck with him the most, so much so remus would pretend to stay up late reading using the lumos spell so sirius could fall asleep at night.

when james and peter caught onto this they too would stay up a little later reading quidditch magazines so the room was filled bright with white lights. sirius eventually caught on and he cried for hours because he never thought that one person nevermind three would ever care for and love him as much as his boys did, they were the brightest stars in his life.

[littlemoonyslife]

Movies I think the Marauders would watch at the Potters house during a sleepover:

Good Will Hunting

Dead Poets Society

The Theory of Everything

Remember the Titans

A Beautiful Mind

Titanic

Breakfast Club

Sixteen Candles

10 things I hate about you

Because I said so

Jack

Mrs. Doubtfire

Kill Your Darlings

Pretty in Pink

Lady Bird

Perks of being a Wallflower

Legally Blonde

White Chicks

Grease

Mamma Mia 1 AND 2 (Remus would hate every minute but only watched it because of Sirius)

yes yes yes yes I know some of these movies came out after their time but I feel like this give Marauders vibes. there are so much more but this is what came to mind!

[kquil]

i know i just got back into writing again and that i have a lot of requests to get through still but i'd just like to encourage you darlings to please request regulus black x reader and peter pettigrew x reader fics as well, just so i can play around with writing for them specifically

i want to have a feel of their individual characters and how you darlings see them for an upcoming fic i may or may not be writing... (ó﹏ò｡)

NOTE. if you're a new requester or new to me as a writer, please read MY RULES before requesting ⏤ these two characters are far more angstier than the other marauders, i feel, and i don't typically write a lot of angst, just fluffiness over here so please please please, i can't stress enough that you please read my rules first

+ NOTE. i will only write for young peter pettigrew okay?! that is the only version of peter pettigrew i am willing to write for!

[wastelandmoony]

Déjà Vécu: Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve : The Monster

Summary: Remus can't keep his secret forever.

Characters: Remus Lupin/Reader, Sirius Black/Reader (no use of y/n), James Potter, Petter Pettigrew, Regulus Black, Marlene McKinnon

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+ only!, angst, anxiety/overwhelming feelings, language, mentions of death and self harm, mentions of abuse.

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October 7th, 1972

“Why is it that these types of things can’t be later in the day?” Pete yawned, slumping onto the wooden bench.

“No one said you were forced to come, Pete,” she deadpanned, taking a sip from the mug of coffee that was channeling much needed warmth into her hands.

Remus leaned closer as she sat between the two boys, “Where’d you get that from?”

“Nicked it from the Hall at breakfast, want some?” She held out the steaming cup, which he graciously took a sip from.

The sun had only been up for an hour, but Sirius and James had awoken while it was still dark to head for Quidditch try outs, trying to get a few warm-up drills in beforehand. The stands of the pitch were empty, save a few random supporters strewn throughout. It also happened to be the first Hogsmeade weekend, so most upper level students had opted for the trip into town instead. 

The early morning fog swirled low along the grass as the dozen or so Gryffindor hopefuls zoom around the field. James and Sirius hovered at the far end, taking turns tossing a quaffle through the goal posts. After both of them making the reserve team last year, the boys were determined on filling the open Chaser positions. 

The Gryffindor team captain blew their whistle and began to run some drills. The group consisted of mainly third year and above students, Sirius, James, and Marlene being the youngest prospects. She’d never seen Marlene fly, but that girl sure gave the boys a run for their money. She was easily the quickest on the field, dodging each bludger attempt with a graceful spin or slick dive. As the sun rose higher in the sky and the day began to warm, Marlene didn’t even seem to sweat, meanwhile James damp curls were visibly evident even from the stands below.

“I don’t think I want to sleep in the same room as either of those two if they don’t make the team again,” Remus scowled while watching a particular dodgy save by Sirius. 

“They made reserves last year though?” Her eyes didn’t leave James, who was currently careening through the air towards the Keeper, quaffle gripped tight under his arm.

Remus shook his head, “According to James that was worse than not making the team at all—I’m pretty sure I heard him crying the night after try-outs.”

She tried to not to laugh, focusing instead on their friend’s victory lap around the pitch, having just maneuvered a fantastic goal against the seasoned Gryffindor Keeper, “Honestly, I think I’ll be more upset if Marlene doesn’t get a spot—she’s phenomenal.”

The two of them watched as she she zipped around the other students effortlessly, moving so quickly that she was diminished to just a blur of blonde and maroon. 

The captain blew the whistle again, signifying the end of the trials. James and Sirius landed and stalked over to the three of them in the stands, faces unreadable. She raised her eyebrows at them expectantly.

James shook his head, “The list will be posted later today.”

Sirius grumbled beside him.

“Alright then,” Remus announced, “I’m headed to the library, anyone want to join?”

“—on a Saturday?” Peter whined. 

She nudged him with an elbow, “Some of us actually care if we turn assignments in on time—I’ll go with you Remus.”

She smirked as Peter flushed slightly, both of them knowing he was currently sitting on multiple yet-to-be-started essays. 

Pete The Procrastinator opted to stay behind and wait with James and Sirius, who were too hyper-focused on the team roster to do anything else until the final decision was posted. The other two made the trek back to the castle, meandering through the mostly empty corridors towards the library, which was devoid of any life besides Madam Pince. They snagged a favorited table in the back corner, away from the ears of the scrutinizing librarian, and got to work researching their respective assignments. 

Somewhere around the two hour mark, her mind drifted off topic, instead choosing to dwell on Remus who sat quietly thumbing through a large text on the Goblin Rebellion of 1612. His lack of communication over the summer (and also last year’s Christmas holiday), paired with the fact that they still hadn’t ever spoken in-depth about his lycanthropy, was eating away at her. She couldn’t take it anymore.

“Remus,” she pushed the book onto the table, voice steady as she worked up the nerve to talk to him.

He looked over the top of the text in his hands, brow raised in invitation.

“Can we talk about everything?” Her face pinched in concern, afraid that he would shut her out again. 

“What do you mean by…’everything’?” The book lowered in his lap.

She swallowed dryly, there was no turning back now, “Like, your lycanthropy. I obviously know about the basics, but you’ve kept me in the dark about a lot, and I…I just want to know more so I can help.”

Remus sighed, rubbing his eyes with one hand, “What do you want to know?”

Quickly, she ran through the list of questions in her head, trying to pick the least-invasive one first as to not scare him away.

“Where do you go when I bring you to the hospital wing each month? I know Madam Pomfrey doesn’t just let you roam around the infirmary…”

Remus nodded, trying to come to terms with opening up to someone about his most vulnerable secret, “She uh—she brings me to the shack.”

“The…shack?” She couldn’t think of any place on school grounds that could possibly fit that description.

“There’s an old house right outside of Hogsmeade, about halfway between the village and Hogwarts. The locals call it the ‘Shrieking Shack’—“

“—because of—“

Remus cut her off with a stern nod.

Her heart shattered. She knew the transformations were painful, but the thought of Remus screaming and tearing at his skin in utter solitude in the confines of a dilapidated lean-to was unbearable. So much for starting with less-invasive questions. 

“—You know the Whomping Willow?”  He asked, eliciting a sad nod from her, “there’s a knot in the tree near the base, if you press it, there’s a tunnel leading right inside. Only myself, Madam Pomfrey, and Dumbledore know about it. Well…now you as well, I guess.”

“And you’re alone the entire time? She doesn’t stay?” 

“Of course not! She can’t, no one can…” he trailed off, face becoming downcast.

They both sat in tense silence for a moment, the air in the library was beginning to suffocate as she loaded the question that had been plaguing her since last Christmas. 

“Remus—“ she practically whispered, his eyes flicking to hers and for the briefest second she could’ve sworn they flashed gold, “—what about when you’re at home?”

His entire body bristled as his eyes closed for longer than a blink. 

“There’s uh…my dad built an…enclosure for me,” The statement tumbled out, laden with shame. 

Anger flared in her veins, “Do you mean a cage? Your father built you a cage to keep you prisoner during your transformations?” 

“He built it to keep my mother and him safe—to keep me safe.”

He stared at her with eyes that she had never seen before. These were dark, almost cold, not the warm hazel embrace she was used to. 

“You’d never hurt anybody, Remus—” she said, careful not to push him any further.

“—you have no idea what you’re talking about!” he snapped.

Too late.

She let his anger sink in. In her head, she knew that his rage was not with her but rather an entirely more complicated scenario, but it didn’t change the fact that his tone tore right through her heart.

“You’re right,” she finally said, voice wavering a tiny bit, something she hoped he didn’t notice, “I have no idea what I’m talking about—“

Remus was watching her like a predator, eyes hard and hands gripping the book in his lap.

“—but I do know, that you’re my best friend—” she rose from the chair calmly, looking him directly in the eye with the same ferocity behind his, “—and I know that you deserve much more care than you’re being given.” 

And with that, she grabbed her bag and strode out of the library before Remus could respond. 

———

By the time she walked back to her dorm it was almost dinner, so she just dumped her bag and left to join the boys, all of which were seated at the usual table, except for one. She half expected it, knowing Remus, but it still hurt nonetheless. 

As she sat down next to Peter, she couldn’t help but notice the giddiness radiating from the opposite side of the table. She had completely forgotten about the try-outs from earlier. 

“Well…?” She stared at the boys in anticipation.

James swallowed a particularly large bite of chicken, “Well, you’re looking at—“

“—THE TWO NEWEST CHASERS FOR THE GRYFFINDOR QUIDDITCH TEAM!” Sirius practically jumped onto the bench as he yelled. She could tell he’d been doing it all day by the way James nor Peter flinched or reacted.

“Congratulations, that’s amazing, I guess I’ll have to actually watch the games now,” she laughed, thinking about if anyone else had actively ever rooted against their own house team.

“I have a schedule if you want it,” Pete dug through his bag, handing over a timetable with listed game dates. 

As she looked over the schedule, another body came and sat next to Sirius. 

“There she is!” James called, causing her to look up at the new addition. Marlene smiled shyly, pouring a glass of pumpkin juice into a goblet.

“Please tell me you made the team too!” She stared at Marlene eagerly, who gave the quickest nod. 

“Yes!” Her yell drew annoyed looks from both James and Sirius.

“…what?” She glared back.

“You weren’t that excited when we told you about our positions,” Sirius sulked.

She pointed at Marlene, “I’m sorry, but did you see the way she flies? She’s amazing!”

That only made Sirius frown harder. She rolled her eyes. 

———

October 23rd, 1972

Remus had avoided her since the library. They’d never gone this long without speaking before, but she was too hurt by his anger to extend an olive branch. She was also not about to apologize for wanting to help him. Instead of sitting with the boys at dinner, she took to just grabbing food from the kitchens and eating alone in random spots around the castle. Occasionally she’d run into Pete and invite him along, which was nice. He didn’t ask why she wasn’t coming around, something she greatly appreciated. In History of Magic, the one class she shared with all four boys, she would arrive earlier than usual and choose the seat closest to the front, knowing that none of her friends would want to sit within direct range of Professor Binns. 

As the full moon approached, she was keenly aware of how much Remus had not only pulled away from her, but also the others. He stopped showing up to meals, something that was greatly concerning (the boy never stopped eating), and the day leading up to his transformation, he wasn’t in any of their shared classes. Finally, she caved; the need to help her friend eclipsing her pride altogether. 

She walked to the hospital wing before dinner, knowing that he would be showing up within the next hour before sunset. Pacing the hall for what felt like an eternity, she finally realized that outside the castle was almost completely dark. 

He had never shown. 

Knocking on the heavy doors of the infirmary, she listened for any semblance of life on the other side, only to be met with dead air. If Remus had been inside the Hospital Wing, Madam Pomfrey was probably walking him down to the shack by now. The lump in her throat threatened to choke her as the tears begged for release. Putting on her best James Potter impression, she stiffened her spine and decided to pay her friends a visit at dinner. 

“Well, well, well,” Sirius announced as she sat across from him in the Great Hall. Pete looked up and smiled, happy to have the missing piece of the group back. 

James started to spoon some food onto her plate, “Where’ve you been? We haven’t seen you in weeks…”

She shrugged, eyes downcast as he slid the plate over; he gave her extra potatoes, her favorite. 

“I’m sorry—“ she mumbled, refusing to look at any of them, too ashamed of her absence as of late. 

“—are you and Lupin fighting?” Sirius asked abruptly. 

Their eyes met and held while she silently nodded. 

“What for?” James said with his mouth full.

She shook her head, spearing a small potato onto her fork, “It doesn’t matter—something stupid. Have any of you seen him today? He wasn’t in class…”

Sirius swallowed a bite of food, “—went to the hospital wing sick this morning. I swear, I’ve never met anyone that gets ill more than Lupin.”

She choked on her food, swallowing rather dramatically and catching Peter’s attention. He stared across the table at her expression, one that she was trying to keep as neutral as possible. Taking a large gulp of pumpkin juice, she glanced briefly at Pete who met her with a look that screamed “you’re hiding something.” 

Grabbing her bag, she rose from the table, neglecting the food that James had generously put together for her. 

“Hey! Where’re you going, you just got here!” Sirius called.

She scrambled for an excuse, “I uh, I forgot, I have homework—sorry.”

———

The Astronomy Tower had become her favorite late-night haunt, the vaulted ceilings and open air gave her room to breathe, not to mention the indescribable views of the castle grounds. It’s no surprise that when she ran from the Great Hall on autopilot, she managed to end up here. She sat against one of the stone archways overlooking the North Lawn and gazed out at the Whomping Willow in the distance, branches blowing innocently in the early evening air. The forrest covered any view of the Shrieking Shack, but she knew that just beyond the trees, near the small grouping of barely visible Hogsmeade shops, her best friend was in agonizing pain. Hyper-focused, she listened intently to the surrounded world, for what—she wasn’t quite sure.

The shuffling of feet on the stairs startled her, eyes darting toward the doorway to find Peter climbing the final steps. 

He shoved his hands into his pockets as he gave a shy smile, “Knew I’d find you here.”

“How’d you know I’d be up here? No one ever comes up this late…” 

He sat down opposite and shrugged, “You’re not as sneaky as you think, just because the other two aren’t observant doesn’t mean I’m not.” 

She bit back a smile, turning her focus back to the willow tree.

“You know what’s going on with Remus…don’t you,” Pete wasn’t asking, he was stating the fact directly at her. 

Her eyes snapped to him, mouth slightly agape, trying to quickly think of a way to get out of this.

“I’m not stupid,” Pete muttered, “I started connecting the dots last year, but didn’t fully confirm any of my suspicions until last month—he’s a werewolf, isn’t he?”

For a split second, she considered jumping off the tower rather than incriminate her best friend, but instead just stared back blankly at Peter. 

“You’ve been helping him, haven’t you? I’ve seen you waiting by the infirmary in the morning sometimes,” his voice was calm, something she wasn’t expecting. It made reading his overall feelings on the matter much more difficult. 

As she sat there, the stone sucking any and all warmth from her body, her mind raced for any way to talk Pete away from this realization. Every brain cell kicked into overdrive, but she quickly understood that there was no way to escape this. Her face paled as she nodded slowly at Peter.

The confirmation hung between them for a while, Pete’s face remaining stoic as the two of them sat in silence. She stared out over the grounds as he finally broke the air.

“Where do they keep him?”

She nodded towards the North Lawn, “There’s an old house between here and Hogsmeade, with a tunnel just under the Whomping Willow. Madam Pomfrey takes him there right before sundown.”

He nodded as he followed her gaze to the tree.

“You didn’t tell the others…did you?” She whispered. 

He shook his head, “I didn’t—but they need to know, you can’t keep this from them.”

“I know, I know, I just…it’s not my secret to tell,” she stared at her knees, which were now pulled close, “I’ll talk to Remus, it should come from him.”

As Pete nodded in agreement, a faint howl emanated from beyond the forest, shattering her heart completely.

———

The following morning, she raced to the Hospital Wing, a bar of chocolate tucked safely away as a peace offering. Madam Pomfrey was just opening the door when she skidded to a halt in front of the infirmary. The defeated expression on the matron’s face caused her already wounded heart to sink. 

“Come in dear,” she whispered sadly, ushering her inside. The hall was empty, except for one occupied bed near the far corner that was surrounded by portable curtains. 

“—it was a…particularly bad evening,” the witch started, reaching for a potion bottle on a shelf near the door. 

“Is he okay?” She was surprised any voice came out at all, she could barely breathe. 

Madam Pomfrey inclined her head, “Yes, he’s okay, but he roughed himself up, and this time it’s more visible.” 

She walked her over to the bed, and as they came around the curtains she saw the damage, quickly clamping a hand over her mouth to avoid gasping out loud. 

Remus laid in bed almost as white as the sheets, a large claw mark torn across his face. 

“I was able to treat it as best as I could, but unfortunately due to his affliction it won’t heal completely; he’ll always have the scar I’m afraid…” 

The mark ran from just above his right eyebrow, stretching down across the bridge of his nose diagonally until it reached the top of his left cheekbone. The placement was jarring; he was lucky to still have his right eye intact. 

Madam Pomfrey set the potion down on the bedside table, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, “I’ll leave you two alone, he should be awake shortly. You know the drill—“ she pointed to the potion before disappearing behind the curtain.

Fishing the chocolate out of her pocket, she placed it on the table next to the bottle, sitting in the chair on the opposite side. She traced the gash across Remus’ face with her eyes, trying to figure out how to break it to him; he was going to be devastated.There was no way he could keep this from the rest of the boys, it was now or never.

Remus began to stir, groaning at the soreness in his joints as he stretched. As his eyes opened,  they fell immediately on her. She gave him a sad, closed smile. 

“Hi…” she whispered, reaching out for his hand.

“…Hi,” he croaked, grasping onto her fingers weakly. He rubbed a thumb against her knuckles, “…I’m sorry.”

She brought his hand up and kissed it, “I know—” she reached over and tossed the chocolate onto his lap, “—you’re forgiven.”

He grinned, which immediately turned into a wince, “Why’s my face hurt?” 

He reached up to touch between his brows and she jumped up to grab his hand.

“Don’t!” She whimpered. 

He stared at her like she had grown two heads. 

“There was uh—there was an accident…” she didn’t know how to explain this without completely shattering him. 

His face grew stony, “What happened.” 

The words never came, she instead reached over to the table and retrieved a handheld mirror, passing it over to him. She couldn’t watch his face; couldn’t watch the moment his heart broke, so she stared at the floor. The sound of the mirror thudding onto the sheets made her breath hitch, but the singular sniffle that came from Remus a moment later completely demolished her. 

She leapt from the chair and onto the bed, taking his hand. He didn’t look at her, instead staring blankly at his lap, silent tears escaping down his marred cheeks. 

“I’m so sorry Remus,” she whispered, brushing his hair out of his eyes. 

He sniffed again, wiping a hand over his eyes, “It’s not your fault…it’s mine.”

Her hand stilled in his hair, “What’re you talking about? You can’t control what the wolf does—“

“—I was upset…it’s always worse when I’m upset, I should’ve expected it.”

They sat in silence for a minute, the context of his words sinking in: she had inadvertently caused this.

“I’ve missed you—“ he broke the silence, finally looking at her. 

She choked back tears, the last thing Remus needed was to be concerned about her feelings. 

“I waited for you last night, but you never showed,” she whispered.

Shrugging, he grabbed the chocolate on his lap and began to unwrap it, “I went down early, head was killing me,” he split the bar in two and handed her half, patting the space beside him on the bed.

She leaned back against the pillow and they ate in comfortable silence together. Remus took a bite, closing his eyes and settling in against the headboard. 

She needed to tell him. The thought bounced around her mind as the chocolate began to melt between her fingers, neglected by the nagging back and forth happening in her brain. He’d be discharged from the hospital wing in the next few hours, the others would see the scar and she knew Pete wouldn’t keep quiet for long. Best get on with it.

“Peter knows—“ she didn’t put any emotion into the statement, just blurted it out and watched Remus shoot his eyes open in terror. 

“WHAT?!” He choked on the piece of chocolate in his mouth.

“—before you ask, no, I didn’t tell him. He figured it out on his own,” she said softly, handing over her half of the candy, suddenly not having the stomach for it. 

“I find that hard to—“

“—he’s a lot smarter than you lot give him credit for, believe it or not,” she snapped. 

Remus ran a hand along his face, wincing again when he hit the new cut, completely forgetting about its existence. 

“…I’d probably have to tell them anyway, thanks to this,” he motioned towards his face, “He didn’t—tell the others, right?”

She shook her head, “No, I made him promise. Told him it was up to you when to talk to everyone.” 

He looked away from her, gazing off through the empty infirmary for a few minutes until he inhaled a deep breath, “Okay—we’ll do it today.”

———

Remus held her hand the entire way back to Gryffindor Tower, entirely silent as he built up the courage to speak to their friends. She had reassured him multiple times in the hospital wing that they wouldn’t think any different of him, promising to hex any of them if they proved her wrong. It did little to calm his nerves.

The first friends he’d ever had, were slipping through his fingers. Would they look at him differently? How could they possibly want to stay friends with a monster? Sirius passed through his mind briefly, his family’s obsession with pureblood status specifically. Would he hold those same prejudices against him? Did the belief that people like him, lycanthropes, were lesser-than beings, somehow rub off of Sirius in any capacity? 

He wanted to run.

If he moved fast enough he could make it to Hogsmeade by nightfall and floo home from an inn somewhere—could he even go home? 

As his thoughts began to spiral, there was a tight pressure in his hand. She was squeezing it to get his attention.

They were at the portrait. 

Fuck.

He stared blankly as she announced the password, watching as the Fat Lady swung the frame open to reveal the short tunnel that led to his fate. 

Halfway through she turned to face him, “Do you want me to talk to them first? To like…prepare them a little?” 

Remus appreciated the notion, truly, but this wasn’t her battle. He shook his head, steeling himself as they continued on. The other three weren’t in the common room, so he led her towards the dormitory, slowly feeling his soul leave his physical body. Pushing the door open, she went inside first as Remus lingered just beyond the doorway.

James and Sirius were each sitting on their respective beds, tossing a quaffle across the room to each other while Peter sat cross legged on the floor reading a quidditch magazine. All three seemed a bit surprised when they saw her, but even more so when Remus stepped through the door finally.

“Merlin, what happened to your face?!” Sirius exclaimed, tossing the quaffle onto the floor and leaping up to inspect the damage on Remus’ head. James quickly followed, brow furrowed as he observed the large tear in his friends skin. Peter didn’t move, just watched from the floor, knowing fully what was about to happen. 

“I uh—“ Remus stuttered, still unsure how to approach the topic, “—I have something to talk to you about.”

James and Sirius both stopped fretting over the scar, and instead looked at their friend with curious concern. 

“You should both probably sit,” she murmured, motioning towards Sirius’ bed.

James leaned against the post at the foot of the four-poster, while Sirius sat on the edge, hands gripping the quilt. 

“Everything alright mate?” James asked cautiously, brows still creased as he watched Remus shift nervously on his feet.

He glanced over at her now seated on his bed, offering him a soft, encouraging smile. At least he had her, regardless of what happens, she’d always be there. 

“I’ve been…keeping something from you, from everyone—” he started.

Sirius shot a look over at her quickly, and she knew he was wondering if she was kept in the dark as well. 

“—I have uh…I have lycanthropy…” he felt like he was going to pass out. The room began to spin as the words swirled around the dead air in the dormitory. He felt a hand in his, and found her standing beside him again.

“It’s okay,” she whispered, letting him rest some weight onto her. 

“Is that why you disappear all the time?” James’ voice was low, his mood indecipherable.

Remus nodded slowly.

Sirius eyed him from across the room, “Why didn’t you tell us?” 

Remus visibly tensed, “How could I have? You better than anyone should know how people view werewolves—“

“—what’s that supposed to mean?” Sirius shot back, rising from the bed.

“That’s enough—Sirius sit back down,” she stood between the two boys, fingers pressed against Remus’ chest while she motioned for the other to get back on the bed. 

James spoke up, a discernible hurt behind his tone, “Why didn’t you though? We’re your friends.”

“I—didn’t think you would want to remain that way after you found out I was a monster,” Remus muttered, eyes retreating back to the floor. 

Before she could open her mouth to once again rebuke the claim, James jumped in.

“You’re not a monster, mate, you’re our friend—“

“—I’m dangerous—“

Sirius chuckled, “Yeah, okay. Remus Lupin, the boy who makes his bed before class each morning, the one who chastises us for slagging off on homework on a regular basis, future Mr. Prefect, is ‘dangerous’. Don’t make me laugh.” 

They all grinned, except for Remus.

“I’m being serious,” he growled.

“Can I be James?” Sirius grinned cheekily.

He shot his friend a glare, not in the mood for the same old joke he’d heard a thousand times before, “—I could hurt someone, I could kill any of you.”

She put a hand on his arm, “You’d never hurt us Rem, there’s precautions in place.”

He sighed, looking between their faces; each of them staring back with varying expressions of admiration. The feeling began to come back into his body slowly. 

James pushed off the post, walking across the room to sit on his own bed, “So where do you go each month then? They can’t possibly keep you in the hospital wing?”

Remus went into detail about the shack and describing the Whomping Willow tunnel. Sirius seemed to perk up at the mention of the walkway below the grounds.

“Do you think there’s others?” He interjected.

“Other what?” Remus gave him a confused look.

“Tunnels, passages, beneath the castle?” James looked over at his best friend as he spoke, the pieces coming together in his brain. 

“I bet there are,” he sat up taller on his bed, scooting closer to edge in anticipation, “We should do some reconnaissance.”

“I feel like we’re getting off-topic here,” she interrupted the two boys.

Sirius scoffed, “No offense, but this is a way more interesting conversation than Lupin’s little issue with the moon.”

Remus burst out laughing, covering his mouth quickly with his hand; it was a reaction she hadn’t expected to see at all today, let alone during this discussion. The sound was contagious, the rest of them following suit until they were practically in stitches.

As they came down from their fit, James stretched his arms above his head, jumping off the bed, “Wanna head down to dinner? I’m starved.” 

Remus groaned, “Thank Merlin, you’ve no idea…”

Sirius smirked as they began to file out of the dorm, while she stayed back and linked arms with Remus.

“I’m so proud of you,” she whispered, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek before walking out with her best friend. 

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Peter Pettigrew Masterlist by Astraea

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Peter Pettigrew

He is the deemed as the outcast of the Marauders group. He was very shy yet calm and supportive of his friends. Not that many girls flocked around him during his youth. But his friends did all they could to include him and treated him with such respect, love and trust. So why did he betray them?

oh, who you are is not where you've been (one-shot) (soon...)

somewhere in the haze, got a sense i'd been betrayed (one-shot) (soon...)

i belong with you, you belong with me? (one-shot) (soon...)

[mynameisnotbath]

peter pettigrew loved to sleep in james' pocket, curled up in rat form, fucker would fall asleep to the rhythm of his heart, would have a little giggle to himself every time james would go near lily (and regulus) as his heart would speed up and skip a beat

i unapologeticly love them anc will singlehandly run the young peter fandom because that man was their friend and didn't betray them (im in denial)

[avalynlestrange]

Peter Pettigrew

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[remuslovebot]

sirius black being the cockiest mf ever trying to impress his crush and she is not impressed in the slightest to the point he starts getting really shy around her because he no longer knows how to act if his usual bravado doesn't work

but turns out just being his dorky, vulnerable, and still (softer) flirty self works like a charm!!

Sirius would totally the most cocky and immature tactics to get you to go out with him. it would be romantic for sure. im picturing the dance number that heath ledger sings in “10 things i hate about you.”

I hope you enjoy!

𝐂𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐟𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮 | 𝐒.𝐁

summery: after Sirius gives up on his boastful ways of flirting, you turn the other cheek and notice the popular marauder is sweet and dorky on the inside.

warnings: not proof read. one inappropriate joke, but that’s all 🫶🏻

pairing: sirius black x reader

Sirius Black was a charmer. That was for certain. Rumors spread like the plague of his roughish ways. You were not a fan of him, which was unfortunate for you because he was a fan of you. Constantly. Every chance he would get, he would flirt you up in the hallway.

“Hey y/n, what are you doing later?” He would ask you. You replied with, “McGonagall’s transfiguration essay.”

Sirius just smirked and returned with his cocky banter, “That’s a shame, I wish you’d do me instead.” He grinned, James and Peter behind him laughing.

It wasn’t genuine, or at least that’s how you felt. You rolled your eyes and replied with, “You wish, Black. In your dreams.”

You walked away with out seeing or hearing Sirius’ response. It frustrated you to no end that he would joke that way. You wanted to save him the trouble. He was obnoxious and too cocky for your own liking.

You missed when he was sweet and genuine. Not the popular boy that has become a staple at Hogwarts.

Sirius on the other hand, genuinely did want you. But no other tactic had gotten him a date. The rumors were misconstrued and he put on a cocky front. But in reality he was just as shy and dorky as he used to be.

One night after a hogsmeade trip, you were reading in the Gryffindor common room. It was a nice quiet night by the fire place. But all of a sudden, Sirius showed up, sat in an arm chair near you and started playing with wizarding cards.

“Could you keep that down?” You asked him, looking up from your book.

You expected a witty and cocky calculated response, but instead Sirius looked flushed. He ran a hand through this shiny hair and nodded, a little shy.

He gave up on impressing you and being so boastful. What did he have to lose? “Yeah sure, sorry.” He replied.

Sirius’ response continued to surprise you. Where were his annoyingly witty comments and jokes? Why wasn’t he flirting?

“Are you okay?” You asked, now a little confused.

“Yeah I’m fine,” he replied, lookin over at you. In his mind you looked so beautiful sitting by the fire. “Urm—actually I wanted to apologize. For making you so upset. I just think you’re really pretty an all. But I’m taking the hint and I’ll stop.”

He sounded so sweet about it and vulnerable. This was the Sirius you liked. The genuine one.

You smiled softly, “Thank you for the apology Sirius. I appreciate it. But you really think I’m pretty?” You asked.

He nodded, continuing to be sincere in his response. “Yeah, could never take my eyes off you love?” He said. It was straightforward and flirty but absolutely adorable and dorky.

You blushed. Why couldn’t be t he like this all the time?

“I like you like this.” You said, with a small smile. Sirius flushed.

“Y-you-u do?” He asked, a little surprised. This was the first time you’d shown him affection.

“Yeah. I mean when you aren’t being so boastful and cocky around me. I like the genuine you, Sirius.” You said.

With that, he sat up and walked over to the couch. He sat next you and both were facing each other.

“Sooo, I guess what you’re saying is???” He teased. You lightly pushed him and laughed.

“I’m saying if you tried to ask me out in a less boastful way. I would say yes.” You explained, blushing.

Sirius felt like he’d won the jackpot. “Really?! Uh I mean oh that’s cool.” He said, earning another giggle out of you.

“Y/n, will you go out with me?” He asked, sincerely.

You nodded, “Yes Sirius, I will.”

[fourmoony]

I HAVE THE BEST REQUEST AND IT'S PERFECT FOR JAMES! like imagine reader sitting at home and suddenly she gets a text from james to come outside and he's standing there🥲🥲🥲🥲 so she asks what he's doing there and he's like "i just wanted to kiss you" SORRY IF IT'S TOO SPECIFIC

thanks for requesting, sweetie!

f!reader 1.1k words cw: drunk jamie

You're half asleep when your phone pings, illuminating the darkness of your bedroom in a distracting glow and you're half asleep, content to ignore the single ping, a problem for tomorrow. But another one follows a moment later, the third only seconds after the second. With a huff, your hand reaches out to grab blindly for the device.

James' contact photo smiles at you from the corner of the notification box, his glasses askew and hair a mess. Your favourite photo of him, despite how vehemently he detests it. The messages are a jumble of words you struggle to make out, vowels in the wrong places and an amusing amount of emojis, even for James. A laugh huffs it way out of you as the three text bubbles appear once again, and a fourth message comes through. A photo of your house.

You'd be concerned, should anyone else have sent you the eerie looking photo of your house in utter darkness, but James is a love sick fool. You'd have to be blind not to know that about your boyfriend, even if things between you are still pretty new. He's not got a bad bone in his body. But it doesn't stop the way you sit up in a panic, scanning the floor of your bedroom for less embarrassing clothing. You come up empty, and your phone is incessantly buzzing in your hands now that James knows you've read his messages.

You use the glow of your phone to find your way downstairs, your house keys, make your way to the door and unlock it. James is sprawled out on the grass of your front garden, phone comically close to his face as he squints at the words he's typing. Drunk. Absolutely obliterated, clearly. You'll give Sirius shit for it, tomorrow, you think, as you let an exasperated laugh tumble from your lips.

James whips his head around at the noise, scrambles like a puppy to stand and bound his way over to you. He tramples some of the flowers planted around the borders of the grass and you fight a wince. He's on you in seconds, warmth radiating from him despite having been out in the cold for god knows how long. His arms are strong and steady, even though he reeks of beer, as he pulls you into them, lips firmly planted on the top of your head.

You try to peek over his shoulder for any sign of who dropped him off, but the street is empty, desolate, and you decide he must've walked from the pub.

Sleep still clings to the edges of your eyes as James pushes you back - uncoordinated and a little roughly, but you don't mind - and holds your face in his warm hands. "Hi, lovely girl." His voice is sweet and brimming with excitement at the sight of you and your heart swells.

"What on earth are you doing here, James?" You ask, though your words are kind and laced with amusement.

Your boyfriend only grins like the cat who got the cream, like he can't wait to tell you all about his adventure, until his eyes snag on your pyjamas. Technically, his pyjamas. His old juniors rugby top from secondary school and his boxer shorts, left abandoned by him last week when he'd slept in for breakfast with his mum and left in a hurry, a kiss placed to your cheek and the promise of being home for dinner. It had felt so domestic you'd had to talk yourself down from overflowing excitement for hours.

"Woah." James breathes, eyes wide.

You'd known he wouldn't mind you wearing his clothes, even if a little embarrassment at the idea had clung to your skin as you slipped them on before bed. But you hadn't expected him to feel like that about it.

"Easy tiger, you're three sheets to the wind." You chide softly, using the distraction to usher him into the hallway.

You close and lock the door behind him, place the keys in the bowl beside the door. James finds you in the darkness, hands soft against the fabric of his clothes on your body. You don't have to see him to know he's smiling that coy smile he gets whenever he seems to remember he has you.

"Am not." He mumbles, as if your statement has just now caught up with him.

You laugh, take his hand to lead him towards your bedroom. He follows quietly and without protest, but frowns when you flip on the overhead light and place him on the edge of your bed.

"What happened to Sirius' epic boys night on the town?" You ask, hands on his face as you crowd the in between of his legs.

His hands come to rest against the backs of your thighs, grip firm but soothing. He smiles, head lolling to the side, "Well," He sighs, as if buckling in for some wild tale of beasts slaughtered and mountains climbed, all just to get to you, "Sirius and Remus got drunk, like really, really drunk, and touchy and they were kissing and it made me realise how much I wanted to kiss you. So I left, and I came here for a quick kiss."

"A quick kiss?" You ask, eyebrow raised.

James just smiles, nodding dutifully, like it makes the most sense in the world. "Yeah, I gotta go back. They don't know I left."

You let out a long, suffering sigh, reaching for your phone beside James. "You can't just leave and not tell anyone where you're going."

"If they even realise I'm gone, they'll know where I am. With you." James shrugs.

"How do you reckon?"

"Where else would I be?" He asks, so serious and determined, so sure of himself that it makes your breath catch in your throat.

You can't help but smile, sweet and saccharine, glowing all over as you lean down to press your lips to James'.

"You're sweet."

James wrinkles his noise, grip tightening on your thighs as he pulls you down to him, falling backwards with a gentle thud. You catch yourself before your head collides with his nose and James grins, childish and playful, "You're sweet, too."

"Thanks, Jamie."

He presses his lips to yours, again, simple and warm. He knows he's in no condition for anything else, simply tucks you into his side and tries to get you to fall asleep with him, right there in the middle of the bed, on top of the blankets.

He's dead to the world in seconds, so you don't have much room for argument.

[lizpottersworld]

hii, how about a poly marauders with reader thinking it was better when they were friends, after all they were the marauders : moony, pads, prongs, wormtail, no y/n

౨ৎ reckless mistake (poly!marauders x reader)

summary: being in a relationship with the marauders wasn’t easy, and you loved them dearly. but its hard not to other think that they’re better off without you, was this a mistake?

pairings: poly!marauders x reader, sirius x reader, james x reader, remus x reader, peter x reader

i hope you enjoy, if there are any more scenarios/imagine ideas, submit them here!

It was silly really. Even though your boyfriends were perfectly happy you felt like you were straining on their happiness. You loved them dearly, but you couldn’t help but feel like you weren’t worthy of theres. They didn’t need you, they had each other, it was obviously a mistake, them bringing you into their relationship. After all, it was them four before you.

Plus, they seemed to have been distant recently anyway. Maybe they had noticed the mistake too? They all shared a dorm together, were all in the same house and you were just a quiet Hufflepuff who shared a room with girls you weren’t even close with.

Had they noticed that too? You were always dependent on them, yet they never seemed so dependent on you. They had each other, and you had them but you weren’t even sure they wanted you anymore.

The Marauders. Padfoot, Moony, Prongs and Wormtail. No y/n.

So why did they continue to lead you on like this? The more they dragged you along, the more it hurt and you just couldn’t bring yourself to end it yourself only causing more pain.

Even as the five of you were hanging out in their dorm, you still felt like the odd one out like you were just an extra.

Remus was lying on his bed, with Sirius on his lap as he tried to focus on studying but had given up at the sight of his boyfriend. James and Peter were bundled up on the floor by the sweet stash, picking out which ones their boyfriends would enjoy more.

And you? You were in the bathroom staring at your helpless self in the mirror with both hands resting on the sink.

When would this stop, were you even ready for it to happen. Would you rather stay in this endless cycle of being unwanted? Maybe, if it mean’t not losing the boys you cared about. But did they even feel the same about losing you?

Someone knocked on the door, snapping you out of your pitiful trance. Even the knock pattern sounded joyful, knowing it belonged to one of your happy-as-ever boyfriends it only made your heart pang more with guilt.

“Darling, you okay in there?” The familiar voice of Sirius, echoed into the small room as you helplessly wiped the tears from your tired face. To you, he sounded bored but in reality he sounded scarily worried for you.

Of course the boys had noticed your change in behaviour, they had for the past four weeks but just felt too awkward to ask.

“Yeah, sorry Sirius.” You plainly answered, tidying up your messy hair as you reached for the door handle. As the door opened all the attention moved to you, you and your alarmed look. You didn’t want the attention, you didn’t want them to know how hardly you were taking it all.

“Hey, Hey whats wrong, Dove?” Remus’ eyebrows furrowed as he walked towards you, he even sounded worried but you took it as unwanted pity.

Even as he tried to bring you into one of his warm loving embraces that you had always loved, you pulled away, shoulders slumping at the awkwardness of it all.

“Stop pitying me,” You frowned, “Just do it already, it hurts too much.” Your voice cracked, shaking your head at the boys you love.

James and Peter, instantly picked themselves off the ground as they made their way over to the statement you so easily assumed.

“Do what, honey?” James now frowned and that made another tear fall from your eye, seeing him with an unfitting frown on his face only made yours deepen.

“I understand, okay?” You manage to say through your sobs, a worried Peter’s hand now on your shoulder. “Please, just get it over with.” Remus shook his head in deep worry, “Please.” You now sobbed.

“Sweetheart, please breathe, it’s all okay.” James begged as your body helplessly fell to the floor as his body approached yours. Sobs racked through your body, and James squeezed you closer to him.

“What exactly do you think we’re going to do?” Sirius pressed further, as he also crouched to your level on the floor.

“I know you’re going to break up with me.” You hiccuped, pulling away from a broken James. All four of them made noises of disagreement and disbelief. How could you think you would break up with them, you were there everything.

“Our beautiful girl, we would never dream of it.” Remus softened, lifting your body into his loving arms. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Why would you think that?” Peter softly spoke, caressing your back in comfort. James and Sirius stood either side of you, as they instinctively wanted to know why you were so upset.

“Everything feels distant, and there was the four of you before it was me and you four. I just couldn’t help but feel like that you were better off without me.” You mumbled, feeling slightly embarrassed.

“Oh Dove.” Remus internally cried at the look on your pained face, he hadn’t realised just how horrible you had been feeling. And it was because of him? He felt like dying right then and then and he knew the others felt the exact same.

“I’m so sorry you felt like that, i didn’t even realise.” Sirius frowned, pulling you desperately into a hug. The guilt seeped from all four of them, you could feel it in their grasp. He pulled you into a passionate kiss as you melted in his hands like putty whilst he held your face as if he could never let go.

“I feel horrible. The four of us love you so much, not even words can amount.” James breathed as you and sirius unwantedly pulled away, and he pulled you into him to comfort you and himself.

“No, No please don’t feel bad,” Your heart ached, “It was silly, i should have just spoken to you four.”

“Love, i know how we are, we aren’t are as easy to talk to when we’re all together.” Peter smiled, knowing how it may have been a little bit intimidating.

“But, Dove, Next time please talk to us instead of drowning in sadness,” Remus interrupted, “We would never make you feel bad for having feelings.” He finished, pressing a soothing kiss to the crown of your head.

“I love you four, so much.” You laughed through the threatening tears, pressing a kiss on the side of each of their faces.

“We love you too, Sweetheart,” Sirius sweetly smiled, “Come on, let’s go to dinner.” He whispered into your neck, pressing a small kiss there too.

[robarazzii]

the way james and sirius would’ve loved the 2010s like tell me they wouldn’t have ran around dabbing and they would definitely have been famous on vine, like the marauders would have started some kind of magcon group im sure of it and they’d have made challenge videos and done cringey pics at meet and greets 😭😭

[littlemoonyslife]

Summary: Peter gets insecure and you reassure him that you love him for him.

Quote of the story: "When falling in love... It's dangerous. It's dangerous to love someone not for who they can become and better themselves. But for who they are. Who they were from the start. That's what love is about."

Pairings: Peter Pettigrew x reader

W.C: 947

A/N: Just adorable Pete fluff because there isn’t a lot about him on here!!! This is a transport from my wattpad account so if anyone recognizes it (highly doubt it) don’t worry :))

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I woke up bright and early with a strange pit in my stomach. I shrugged it off. I start getting dressed for my day. I wore jeans and an old knitted sweater.

I walk down from my dorm room going past Y/H common room. All the smiling kids playing chess, reading, studying or just hanging out with friends.

Walking through the empty corridors is amazing. It's so quiet. Or at least it was for a bit.

In the corridor, something had whizzed through. I felt it go zooming past my ear. It tickled. I look behind and I see Sirius and James grinning at me.

I let out a chuckle and begin to walk towards them. "Excellent boys! Really beautiful" I clap my hands as dramatically as I could.

They bow down in amusement. Sirius puts his hand and ruffles it through his hair. Untangling all the strains. James rolls his eyes and lightly pushes Sirius.

"You can't use that on them mate. They won't fall. Their too head over heels in love with Peter. Or should I say Petey...." He bats his eyes playfully.

Sirius chokes on the words he was going to say and starts laughing hard.

"Ha! Very funny Potter. Don't let Peter hear that. Only I can call him that" I gloat and smirk towards the two Marauders standing across from me.

They both collect themselves from laughter and sigh. "On your way to see Lover Boy are you?"

I nod in agreement. Sirius steps up to me and puts both hands on my shoulders. "Let's go see him then." He turns me around and we begin to walk to Gryffindor's common room.

We finally arrive at the entrance of Gryffindor's house and they slowly turn around insinuating to cover my ears.

"We don't need a Y/H snooping in our house especially our dormitories. You can cuddle with Peter on your own time. Not ours" Sirius winks and James shoots finger guns at me.

I roll my eyes and put my hands over my ears. The portrait swings open and I slip in through immediately. Pushing the boys out of the way. I go in and see Peter reading in the corner of the Gryffindor common room.

"Hi love" I said leaning against the chair where my boyfriend was sitting. Peter jumped a little surprised to see me, while attempting to catch the book that he dropped from his hands. I giggled a bit before I gave him a peck on the cheek.

"Y/N, I told you to stop doing that" he said trying to hold back a smile. I let out another laugh and sat on the table in front of him.

"I know, I know Petey. But you just look so adorable when you are scared." I lean over and pinch his cheeks.

He swats my hands away and finally gives in to a smile. He looks over my shoulder to see James and Sirius smirking.

"Aweeee is Petey finally happy that his lover is here" Sirius pouts his lip. James lets out a heartfelt laugh.

Peter rolls his eyes and mumbles "I told you NOT to call me that." I bit my lip from laughing and look down on the ground smirking.

Peter looks at me again and puts a finger to my face. "And I wasn't scared"

I sigh and lean forward to be face to face with him. "Yes, you were. What are you doing?"

"I'm working on my Potion essay that Remus wants me to get a good grade on" He rubs his temple and throws the book on the table next to me. "Apparently, Remus says if I put as much effort into my work like I do with pranks I would be the best in our class" He fidgets with his rings.

I lean over for his hand and rub it in my hands. "He's right, you know?"

He glanced up and down from his hand in my hand to my eyes. Peter smiled dreamily at me. "Of course, you think that. You are my bloody partner. You have to believe in me."

Sirius and James snicker behind us. Peter looks at them and shoots a glare. They run up the stairs to their dormitory.

He removes his hand from mine. He runs his hands through his hair in frustration. "I don't know how you fell in love with me."

I gasp loudly. He looks up with a scared look on his face.

"Peter Pettigrew. My love. How dare you speak like that?? I didn't fall in love with you because I didn't think you were smart or that I thought I could fix you. I fell in love with you because of you. There is something my Grandma used to tell me.... When falling in love... It's dangerous. It's dangerous to love someone not for who they can become or even better themselves. But for who they are. Who they were from the start. That's what love is about."

His scared face went to the biggest smile ever. His pale blue eyes tiny from his big smile. He leans over and cups my face in his hands. He places a gentle kiss on my lips.

"I love you Y/N. You know that right?" He murmured. Our forheads touching from the kiss.

I pull him back into a passionate kiss. I lean back from this kiss. "Yeah Petey. I do. And I love you more."

He stands up and gives me his hand. I reach for it and he pulls me up. "My essay can be worked on later. Let's go cuddle in my dorm?" He gives me pleading eyes.

I tiptoe and kiss his nose. "Yes please." I drag him to his dorm.

[wingedhallows]

cause you're kinda cute; james potter

pairing: james potter x reader | 0.7k words plot: you're kinda scary and james has a crush on you, paper birds which are hard to control aren't helping either prompt: "you don't scare me. then why's your heart beating so fast? cause you're kinda cute." authors note: i tried something fluffy for once, hope you like it, have a good weekend, y'all :)

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The simmering and slight whispers in Slughorn's classroom were the only thing audible, a cold breeze which glided past your cheeks made you sigh. It was mid July and unbearably hot in Hogwarts.

The worst thing was that teachers, especially Slughorn, didn’t approve of improper uniforms. You were allowed to wear shorts, even short sleeve shirts but the robes had to stay, safety reasons he had said. You were sure that he secretly enjoyed seeing you all suffer.

“I’ll drop dead soon, it’s sooo hot in here” Isolde, your friend, muttered as she wiped her forehead with her arm. You were hot, yes, but Isolde had to bear the heat with a head full of black thick curls.

“I told you to put your mane up.” Diana snickered, her ash white hair in a bun on top of her head. You stirred your pot and took another look at the book, something didn’t seem right. Why was Isolde’s whitish and yours almost green?

“It’s not that simple, Diana.” Isolde bit back, her mouth in a thin line. “Just ‘cause you have a fist full of hair.” Diana’s mouth opened in shock as she smacked her friend's shoulder.

“Why is yours like that and mine’s like this?” You asked, leaning over Isolde’s cauldron, eyebrows in a frown.

“Cause you’re kinda shit at potions, hun.” She patted your shoulder and gave you a fake pout.

“But I really need this grade.” You grumbled as you stared at your greenish liquid. Slughorn wouldn’t even be surprised, you thought. “I know, I know." Isolde whispered and dropped something you didn’t know into your cauldron.

“Why don’t you ask for help?” Diana spoke, eyes fixed on her book. “Help? From who?” Diana gave you a small smile.

“You heard Slughorn before, Potter’s a genius at potions.” Your eyes widened as you shook your head. “No fucking way, Potter’s a nightmare.” Isolde’s mouth twitched into a smile as nudged you.

“That’s not what I heard two nights ago.”

Your eyes closed as you turned to your cauldron, you had played truth or dare spiked with Veritaserum. You had blabbered about how hot James Potter and his friends were and how much you would give for him to do certain things to you.

“Shut up, Diana.” You grumbled. 

A second later a paper bird stumbled over your head onto your book, flapping its wings as it unfolded.

10 Prettiest Girls 

Y/N L/N - slytherin, scary :(

Aurora Kent - boring

Lily Evans - snivellus' friend

Narcissa Black - cousin, not cool

Marlene McKinnon

Diana Hunt - slytherin, airhead

Isolde O’Neil - mean also slytherin

Alice Fortscue

Mary McDonald

Florence Williams - slytherin

You couldn’t believe what you held in your hands. Your eyes widened as you looked over it again. You were number one, wow, but you’re scary?

Slowly you turned around, paper in your hand. Sirius and Peter stared at you with wide eyes as you noticed what had happened. This paper wasn’t supposed to fall into your hands, it was supposed to fly over your head into James’ and Remus’ hands.

With your face cold as ice you walked over to them, their eyes still wide. Remus took a step back.

“Y/N, hi.” He spoke, much higher than usual. You slammed the paper down on James’ table, careful enough to not disturb Slughorn, who was busy in his cabinet.

“This-This-”I’m scary?” You said, mouth in a grin. His eyes widened as they switched between the paper and your face multiple times.

“What?” He tried but you let a small chuckle slip. You took a step around the table, closer than needed. James fell back onto his chair, faces inches apart.

“Do I scare you, James?” His lips formed into a grin and he put his hand on the table, to steady himself, you guessed.

“You don’t scare me, Y/N.” You crossed your arms and now smiled at him, your braids fell over your shoulders, almost hitting the boy in front of you in the face as you bent down a tad. Your lips hovered over his ear, his neck tensed

“Then why’s your heart beating so fast?” He hung his head as a chuckle left his form, he placed his hands on his thighs before looking at you again.

“Cause you’re kinda cute.” You threw your head back as a giggle, barely audible, escaped you. Your hand found his chin, lifting his face.

“Right back at ‘ya.” He smiled and gave you another smile.

“And since we’re already here, you might want to cross that, Diana’s much smarter than she lets on.” He nods and takes the pen Remus holds out for him. 

With a hand to his forehead he smiles at you, a pinkish tint on his apple cheeks. 

“Yes ma’am.”

[shiftermia]

— Late night snacks

james potter x reader

platonic!peter pettigrew x reader

where james catches you and Peter in the kitchens

a/n: a certain someone (A) kept hounding me to write a James one so here it is out of the kindness of my heart. (I was held at gunpoint as I wrote this)

ALSO I DONT CARE! OUTSIDE OF CANON PETER IS A MARAUDER!!

Ever since becoming friends with the weird group known as the Marauders, you and Peter Pettigrew had grown close to each other.

Yes, the group of boys were close. And it was James and Sirius, and Peter and Remus, the duos within the group. The ones they went to when they had to get into groups of two.

But before you joined them, the other three boys had their own designated friend outside of the group of misfits.

James had Marlene, as they grew up in the same neighborhood. Remus had Lily as they were both smart enough to keep up with each other, and Sirius had Mary. Surprisingly, the two got along quite well.

When they weren’t hanging out with each other, they were hanging out with those girls.

But Peter didn’t have someone other than the boys. Often left to his own devices before James, the mum friend noticed the boy being left behind.

Till you started dating James, and Peter finally had a friend for himself. Someone to hang out with when the others were somewhere else.

You and him had more in common than you expected. Both not as smart as Remus in all subjects but enough to keep up. Both having to study unlike Sirius, and both having to pay attention to fully understand something unlike James.

Another thing you two had in common was your hunger in the middle of the night.

“Psst!” The boy called with his head poking out from his curtains. To no sign of movement, he called again louder, “psst!”

You pulled back James’s curtain revealing your bed head and James’ large form laying on top of you with his head tucked in your neck. “wormy, what?”

“Don’t what me, I’m hungry!” Peter said glancing at Remus’ bed, praying his werewolf ears wouldn’t catch your conversation.

You laughed and whispered loudly, “oh my Merlin! Me too!”

He laughed and pulled himself out of bed and slipped on his shoes, “I’ve been craving Moony Toast for the past hour!”

You let out a scoff and threw yourself back, a hand coming up to mess with James’s curls. “Ive been wanting some strawberries since 12, I just wish the kitchens weren’t so far!” You whined silently.

Peter waved his hand to you, already standing by the door and glancing at Remus’s bed again. “C’mon.”

You widened your eyes and gestured to the sleeping boy on top of you. “You want to help me with the big guy or what?”

He rolled your eyes at your sarcasm and lifted James’s top half enough so you could slide out from under him and gently laid him back down as to not wake him up.

“Okay, now let’s go.” You stated once you put your shoes on and grabbed your boyfriend’s jumper.

You and Peter went down the stairs in the corridor before you came to an abrupt stop. “Shite, what about the map?”

Peter just shook his head and kept walking, “I’m too hungry to find wherever Sirius put it this time.”

You shrugged and followed after him, both of you keeping an eye out for Filch and his dammed demon cat.

Meanwhile, James moved his arm presumably to lay under your his shirt but was left grasping at air.

He lifted his head and looked to his right, “poppet?” He grumbled with squinted eyes before reaching his hand out to grab his glasses.

James sat up and rubbed his eyes under his glasses and looked around the room. The bathroom door was open with the lights turned off, so you definitely weren’t in there.

His eyes landed on Peter’s bed, its curtains wide open with blankets askew.

He groaned and pulled his half naked form out from the warmth and reached down to grab one of his thrown shirts.

James got up and walked over to Sirius’ bed and reached under his bed to pull out the Marauders Map. “Where’re you now, poppet?” He spoke to himself.

“They’re in the kitchens.” Remus’ voice mumbled, head most likely stuffed in his pillow.

James sighed and grabbed his wand, muttering a small lumos, “and may I ask how you know that moony boy?”

“Both the bloody wankers can’t keep quiet, now please let me sleep in fucking peace.” He roughly sighed out and the sound of him yanking the covers was heard along with James’ mocking sound of surprise.

“What do y’know, Remus is right again.” He put on his shoes and quietly left the dorm to the kitchens where yours and Peter’s name moved around.

After, nearly dropping his wand and getting caught by the notorious demon cat. James tickled the pear portrait and was greeted with dim yellow lighting, Peter leaning against a counter and you kicking your feet from atop a stool.

You and Peter instantly both went quiet and let out a breath when you noticed it was James.

“Jamie! You scared the hell out of us!” You spoke before placing another chocolate covered strawberry in your mouth.

He raised his brow and lifted a muscular arm, “I scared you? You scared me!” He exclaimed before seeing Peter’s form slowly sticking something in his mouth.

“The bloody hell are you eating?” He asked Peter.

Peter swallowed and sat up a little bit, “Moony toast.”

“Moony Toast?” James questioned incredulously. “If Remus heard that he would throw a fit,” he stalked forward and leaned his arm over your smaller frame. “Think he did hear it,” he added as an after thought.

“Ugh, he heard?” Peter grunted taking a sip of whatever he had been drinking.

“I assume that’s how you found us?” You asked dipping a strawberry into the bowl of melted chocolate you had in front of you.

“Yeah, and this.” He lifted up the map and your head whipped towards Peter.

“I told you!”

His head shook, “where’d you even find it?!” He exclaimed, blonde hair falling slightly in his face.

James shrugged, “under Sirius’s bed.”

You glared at Peter and he squinted his eyes. “Whatever, not like it matters now.”

James turned to you when he felt you pressed a kiss to his jaw, “why didn’t you tell me where you went, sweet girl?” He gently ran a hand over your head, brushing back baby hairs.

Peter sat up, “I swallowed a bug,” he got up and waved back to you both, “see you two later.”

Once he left, you turned to James and messed with his hair, setting it to how you thought suited him best. “I didn’t want to wake you up.”

He set a hand on your waist while the other was pressed against the counter. “I don’t care, next time at least let me know.”

You nodded and wiped your strawberry filled fingers on a nearby napkin. “m’kay I will, promise.”

The face you made, made James lean down slightly a press a sweet kiss to your lips.

With a hum, he moved away, nose pressed to your cheek. He licked his lips, “tastes like strawberries.”

You chuckled and traced his face, “well I was eating chocolate covered strawberries.”

James hummed again and brought his hand up to the back of your head, “Huh, I didn’t taste chocolate, lemme..” he trailed off and kissed you again making you snicker in between kisses.

You leaned back slightly and the hand that was holding your head slipped to your waist. Even when distracted, James always made sure you would be safe.

“We should go,” you whispered, James hummed in agreement but didn’t make any move to stop kissing your sweet sweet lips anytime soon.

With you in his shirt and jumper enveloping your frame, messy hair and bright content eyes, and your hands cupping his face so so gently, in the way only you can achieve.

How could he ever be expected to stop?

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5 people james didn't mean to kiss (and one he did) ; james potter x fem!reader

➻ first james fic!! i love reviving old fanfic trends <33

➻ word count: 4494

➻ synopsis: says it on the tin baby!

➻ warnings: swearing, allusions to sex/dirty jokes, era typical homophobia (basically nonexistent)

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James Potter was a very affectionate person, everyone knew that. His love language was absolutely physical touch — everyone knew that too. It was also assumed, therefore, that James Potter had an extensive list of kisses. That assumption wasn’t necessarily wrong, but a good chunk of them weren’t exactly what you imagined when thinking of the great James Potter kissing someone. They were often impulsive when he didn’t know how else to express his feelings. His very first kiss, for example, wasn’t exactly the cheesy, romantic soap opera that he often advertised providing for girls.

Sirius Black

The Marauders sat in their dorm room, early on in second year. While first year was packed with ridiculous adventures and the forming of their friendship group, second year brought a new awareness of girls, romance and especially kissing. That was the topic of discussion as the boys all packed into one bed, hypothesising about what it might be like. James and Sirius led the discussion with much bravado and false confidence whilst Peter looked decidedly scared. Remus, to his credit, just looked rather amused at it all.

“But where do you touch her?” James asked, eyes still wide and innocent and twelve years old, “I can’t just stand there with my hands at my sides like a twat!”

“Don’t be stupid, you hold her like this.” Sirius bent his arms in a direction that looked borderline painful. Remus huffed and climbed off the bed, pulling both the boys with him.

“If you’re gonna kiss a girl,” Remus instructed, “You have to hold her gently. Don’t push her around like she’s dead weight. James, put your arms around Sirius’ waist like that, now Sirius, you put your arms around his neck.”

“Pete’s gonna think we’re bent,” Sirius grumbled, a red hue on his cheeks.

“You are bent, you poof,” Peter quipped from his spot on the bed. He was right, of course, but that wouldn’t come to light until fourth year. James thought this was hilarious though, and began miming exaggerated — rather sloppy — kisses. And since James never failed to cure Sirius of his moods, he did the same. Remus rolled his eyes as the two boys acted out a passionate scene, loose tongues and all, until they were no longer acting.

All four boys in the dorm were frozen as James and Sirius’ mouths had accidentally connected in their stupidity, none of them sure what to do. Seconds passed as the two stood, lips locked against each other, no one daring to move. At least, until Remus let out a long, uncharacteristic wheeze, which dissolved into a fit of giggles that he would usually be mortified by, but there was no way he was outdoing the kiss anytime soon. Peter followed along momentarily, laughing so hard barely any sound actually came out, silent heaves punctuated by gasping breaths.

Released from their stupor both boys leapt apart, wiping their mouths with their forearms. Both had comical expressions of disgust, still slightly too stunned to verbalise any of it.

“We,” James heaved, “Can never speak of this again. Ever.” Sirius agreed in a heartbeat, still unable to completely wipe the blush from his pale complexion. He probably would have dwelled on those feelings if James wasn’t James, beginning to see the humour in it soon enough. By the end of the night it was an inside joke that would proceed to be referenced countless times within the walls of Hogwarts.

So although James would tell the story of his first kiss quite differently — he alleged it was with a Ravenclaw named Keeley a few weeks later, his proper first kiss will always have been with one Sirius Black in the Gryffindor dormitories on an otherwise unassuming Tuesday evening. And that secret was held onto dearly by all four marauders until, of course, Sirius’ best man speech at James’ wedding, where the anecdote received uproarious applause, loudest of all by James himself.

2. Remus Lupin

The Marauders had all known about Remus’ ‘furry little problem’ since their second year — first for the most perceptive of the bunch. Nevertheless, the group were insistent in helping Remus in any way they could, though it was a difficult task when his alter ego had no resistance to killing them. Until Sirius had come to them with the idea of becoming animagi. It was difficult no doubt, advanced magic far beyond the teaching at Hogwarts, but the four of them were exceptional wizards each in their own way, and the project seemed somewhat manageable with four brains chipping away at it over the course of two years.

When they finally did get it, hardly any of them could believe it, least of all Remus. He had never imagined that the human side of him was worthy of this much love and devotion, let alone the monster within him. However, despite how they tried to play it off, the achievement didn’t come easily to any of them. Sirius was the first to get it, big black dog accompanying the group around the castle and becoming an unexpected staple of the Gryffindor common room. You in particular liked to cuddle up with him on the couch and spoil him with head scratches when you were stressed from school — at least until the secret was revealed and you hit him upside his human head for deceiving you.

James was second to get it, though much less gracefully than Sirius. The whole group of Gryffindors had been hanging out together down by the Black Lake, enjoying the slowly warming weather after class one day. James had the misfortune of being sat between you and Lily, which made things very confusing for his hormonal body and brain. His eyes were trained on his hands, too afraid to actually talk to either of you and embarrass himself which was what usually happened. You and Lily, however, were hell bent on making that occur. While James had had a well known crush on Lily for the last few years, ever since you’d come back to school that year post-puberty you could both tell that James was both emotionally and physically confused. You both delighted in this and used it to your advantage, Lily finding him the most annoying man on earth and you delighting in his flustered expressions (secretly finding him actually pretty cute).

After thirty minutes of torture, James couldn’t take it. You’d made one too many dirty jokes directed at him and he was a blushing mess, fidgeting awkwardly between you and Lily laughing gleefully. He excused himself quickly and uncharacteristically quietly, hurrying off to be out of sight of his friends. You all laughed as you watched him go, and Remus reluctantly stood, muttering something about making sure James didn’t drive himself crazy.

Remus headed straight to the Forbidden Forest, knowing the privacy would be what James desired in the moment. Sure enough there he was, taking a moment to breathe against a tree.

“Easy there, Potter, don’t cum in your pants,” He joked, obviously amused by the whole ordeal. James turned quickly, devastated at Remus seeing him so sexually frustrated.

“Sod off, Lupin. It’s not my fault! They both just sit there looking so fucking good, talking about all these unholy things and you expect me to just be fine with it? It’s so—” Instead of the exasperated groan Remus expected, he was met with a stag standing tall in front of him. He couldn’t help his mouth dropping open, the animal far more magnificent than he could have expected out of the fourteen year old boy.

In a weird shift of figure the deer was back to boy, and James only had a moment of shocked stillness before he was whooping and yelling in the grass. Remus joined him, the two of them yelling and dancing around like idiots in their joy. James pulled him in for a hug, appropriately masculine until he pressed a kiss onto Remus’ lips, still grinning ecstatically as they pulled away. Remus scowled in a way he hoped was convincing.

“I hate it when you do that, Potter,” He grumbled as the two of them returned to their friends.

“Yeah, right,” James laughed, pushing his glasses up his nose. “It’s a blessing to be kissed by my sexy arse.”

3. Peter Pettigrew

While all four of the Marauders were undoubtedly exceptional wizards, that didn’t always translate into their grades. For example, being so ahead in the curriculum made James Potter get lazy, often submitting subpar essays simply because he figured it was already common knowledge and he was more interested in higher level magic. He always ended up with top grades from outstanding extra credit projects, but the point still stood.

Peter was similarly a great wizard. Perhaps not so much a prodigy like James or Sirius, and didn’t dominate the class ranks like Remus, but he did well for himself and was pretty exceptional in Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures. However, he was failing History of Magic. All four of them had chosen the subject for their OWLs, assuming it would be an easy O because of the ghost professor. They couldn’t be more wrong. Binns was a useless teacher and Peter especially found it difficult to teach himself the material just from the textbook, and was falling dreadfully behind, each essay earning a worse grade than the last.

James had offered to help tutor him before their exams, and the two buckled down in the library almost every day in the weeks leading up to exam season. Peter made pretty good progress, eager to catch up with his friends and prove he was on their level. Still, everyone was nervous for the test and its outcome.

When results were released, you and the Gryffindors were all together. Whilst you and the girls all got the reveal over and done with, the boys all waited with bated breaths. Most of the grades weren’t shocking — three of them knew they could easily get top grades from the little effort they put in, but they were all waiting on Peter’s History of Magic grade. The blond boy opened his paper with shaky hands, eyes scanning frantically over the information contained. Slowly he raised his head, nervous smile apparent.

“I got an A,” He said, and within an instant the boys were on top of him, congratulating him with strong hugs or by clapping him on the back. James grabbed both of his cheeks, pressing them together and pushing a kiss onto Peter’s lips.

“Prongs!” Peter moaned, pushing his face away half-heartedly.

“I’m just proud of you, Wormtail,” He cooed, appearing much like his mother whom you all adored.

“Oi, Potter,” You interrupted, waving your sheet of results around. “I got an O in Potions — where’s my kiss?” James immediately broke your eye contact, and you pretended you weren’t charmed by his embarrassed little smile. He mumbled a response that had his friends ripping him to shreds, egging him on whilst simultaneously teasing him and his alleged manhood. He pressed a gentle peck to your forehead and you raised an eyebrow.

“Not what I meant, but ok.”

4. Regulus Black

Regulus Black had a difficult relationship with the Marauders, to say the very least. By his fifth year — the rest of the boys’ sixth — Sirius had been at the Potter’s for months and Regulus was still reeling from the impact. He was noticeably quieter and more sombre than in years previous, and a dangerous resentment for his brother and his friends bubbled under his skin.

James Potter connected these dots quickly. However, he didn’t really know what to do about it. He wasn’t sorry that Sirius was living with him, but he didn’t like that Regulus was left all alone with their wicked parents, regardless of their personal differences. That brought James to you.

You sat together on the couch, his head resting next to your thighs, curls just brushing against your skin in a way that you couldn’t stop thinking about. He was lamenting about his mental struggles as you worked on your crochet, thinking quietly as he rambled on.

“Why don’t you just talk to him?” You asked suddenly, and James tilted his head to look up at you, holding back his laughter at your upside down appearance.

“What?” He asked, “I can’t talk to him, he hates me!”

“When has that ever stopped you before? Lily hates you and yet you bother her all the time,” You said, smile playing on your lips.

“That’s not true!” James protested, “I don’t bother her that much anymore!” You rolled your eyes playfully and turned back to your craft as James continued to ponder the situation.

As usual, he decided you were right. And so he sent a short letter to Regulus, asking for a meeting on the Astronomy tower at midnight. Surprisingly he’d agreed, and the two boys were standing awkwardly across each other on the tower. Regulus refused to start the conversation and so stood in silence, staring down James in an effort to scare him off. James wouldn’t be deterred.

“I just wanted to talk about what happened last year,” He said, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose nervously.

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“C’mon. I know we’re not friends, but I also figured none of your friends are the talking type either. So, I thought you could talk to me — full confidentiality. I don’t know, blame me, yell at me, I just don’t want you to do this all by yourself.”

“How sweet, Potter,” He sneered, “But I don’t need to talk about any of my feelings.”

James Potter was nothing if not persistent.

“Ok, well if you don’t want to talk, how about you listen?” To his surprise, Regulus stayed. One perfect eyebrow raised, he slowly sat next to James, legs dangling over the edge of the tower. After a gesture for him to go on, James started. He began to talk about the process of having Sirius live with him, the feelings they both had about it, and the guilt they both felt about leaving Regulus alone. At that Regulus looked up, eyes pooling with hope.

Then without any warning, Regulus was talking more than James had ever heard before, spilling what he supposed must have been the younger boy’s darkest secrets and vulnerabilities. James was unprepared, not actually expecting him to engage. At one point James had put a comforting arm around Regulus’ shoulder, words failing to express any of the feelings he had inside. Regulus didn’t pull away as James expected, instead only starting to cry. James just watched in disbelief as Regulus cried into his chest. Awkwardly, James arranged himself to press a gentle kiss to Regulus’ forehead right as Regulus moved to look up and speak, resulting in a ridiculous kiss between the two of them.

They jumped apart in less than a second, both with horrified looks on their faces.

“Oh my God—”

“That was an accident I swear—”

“I’m really sorry—”

“I was just trying to comfort you—”

Both boys stumbled over their words as they clambered up to their feet, putting a strictly heterosexual amount of space between them.

“Um, I’m just gonna go,” Regulus settled on, backing up towards the door.

“I’m seriously sorry, Black. It’s just something I do — doesn’t usually backfire like that.” Regulus just nodded, leaving quickly.

“Potter?” He stopped halfway through the door and James looked up. “Thanks.” James didn’t get any time to reply as Regulus was long gone, leaving him to cringe on his own. Neither of them would be telling anybody about the incident. Ever.

5. Lily Evans

You and James had been doing your will-they-won’t-they thing for a long time. Not quite since you met, but once you’d both started to notice the opposite sex you’d been participating in a battle of who could resist the longest. Teasing and cajoling were staples of your relationship. Whilst it had started as a way to pass the time; James had been in love with Lily since second year and you just liked to tease, at some point the feelings crossed over into a real and dangerous territory. However, neither of you wanted to do anything in case the feelings weren’t reciprocated, and truthfully hadn’t realised the true depth of them.

You and James were the only ones not to see the obvious: the feelings were absolutely reciprocated. It was tearing your friends apart, trying to get one of you to finally confess before you finished school forever. There were bets in place, pep talks and everything else the Gryffindors could think of to finally cause the event they’d been hoping for. Eventually, Lily had had enough.

One day you were all hanging out in your dormitory, most of you doing your homework and Marlene fiddling with a record player, trying to get it to come back to life.

“So, what would you guys think if I gave James a chance?” Lily asked, too coy to be genuine, but you were caught off-guard enough that you didn’t notice. “I mean, I know I’ve said some terrible things over the years, but now that he’s backed off he’s actually a really nice guy.”

“But… James?” You asked incredulously, essay immediately forgotten.

“Yeah, why not? He’s the hottest guy in our year, and if all goes to shit it’s only a few months until we graduate and I’ll never have to see him again.”

“But it’s James!” The rest of the girls had caught on to what Lily was scheming and delighted in joining in.

“Why shouldn’t she? It’s not like you like him, right?” Mary asked, studying your expressions. You hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words. And just when they thought Lily had finally succeeded in getting the ball rolling you answered: “No, of course not. You go ahead, Lils.”

What started as a ploy to get you to admit your feelings only snowballed from there when Lily realised she couldn’t just back out now. And so she hatched a plan. Everything was going perfectly; Sirius and Remus had made sure the common room was devoid of younger students so no unhelpful rumours could be spread, and Marlene had been hanging out with you all evening to make sure you stuck to the schedule she’d devised.

With perfect precision, you and Marlene entered through the portrait just as Lily came down from the dorms.

“Hey, Potter,” She called, and James looked up curiously from his game of wizard’s chess. The redhead marched over to him, cupping both of his cheeks and kissing him strongly. Your jaw dropped open. You couldn’t believe Lily was just going for it like that, but even more you couldn’t believe the sick feeling creeping up from your stomach. You looked at Marlene, who only looked marginally less shocked. A glance around the room proved similar. Although they all knew Lily’s plan, it was two entirely different things to hear about her scheme to get the two of you together and seeing Lily Evans kissing James Potter.

“I’ve, uh, gotta go,” You mumbled, somehow finding your footing to run from the room, desperate to get anywhere where you didn’t have to see that, and the subsequent (or so you believed) union of a happy couple.

Lily pulled away from the kiss, eyes immediately trying to find you and she was puzzled when she couldn’t. A look at Marlene told her all she needed to know and her heart sank; she’d failed. James was looking a little more dazed than the head girl, and suddenly looked terribly awkward in his seat.

“Look, Lils. Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t feel that way about you anymore. There’s— there’s someone else, and I, I have to go.” With that James headed up to his dormitory, and the rest of your friends stood in a thick silence for several moments.

“I think I just made everything worse,” Lily said, and then the chaos started.

“What the fuck did you think was going to happen?” Sirius asked loudly, running a stressed hand through his hair.

“I don’t know! I just figured maybe they’d have an epiphany and both realise they’d rather be kissing each other!” Lily cried, throwing herself into an armchair.

You

Lily was right, she’d unintentionally made everything worse. You were upset at what you’d seen and the story you’d attributed to it, and even more so at your terribly timed realisation of your feelings. Because of this you’d started avoiding James in an effort to get over him, which only made you more miserable that you couldn’t talk to your favourite person. James, in turn, hadn’t seen you enter the common room on the night of the kiss and so believed —and dearly hoped — that you were blissfully ignorant, and so was equally perplexed and distraught at the space between you. He’d tried to approach you about it but you evaded him or turned him away every time.

“Hey, love, can we please—”

“It’s fine, James,” You interrupted him, “It was all just a bit of fun, right? All the flirting, the being touchy. But now you’re with Lily and I’ll back off, I get it, don’t worry. I wish you two every happiness.” You tried to sound as genuine as you could while sadness bit at your heart, and left James standing astounded in the corridor. Now he knew that you’d seen the kiss the issue was obvious, but the solution remained a mystery to him.

You’d taken to Marlene to get your feelings out, and she listened patiently as you rattled off a monologue about your childish jealousy and broken heart. Luckily, she’d discussed how to handle this with Lily — who knew you wouldn’t go to her because of her alleged involvement with James, and set off (hopefully) your friend’s last attempt to get you two together. She finally shook you out of it, frustrated with the lack of action.

“They’re not together,” She said, stopping you in your tracks.

“What?”

“They’re not together,” She repeated, making intense eye contact with you. “It was all this dumb plan Lily had to get the two of you together. She thought if you saw James getting with someone else you’d finally realise your feelings for him. And you did, but you were supposed to stick around to hear Potter reject her and say that he liked someone else, you.” You were shocked into silence, what could you say to that?

“So,” You started carefully, “What do I do now?”

James was in a similar situation with the boys.

“She saw Lily kiss me and now she thinks I like Lily when I like her! Plus, she won’t even be in my presence long enough for me to explain that it’s all just this huge misunderstanding and it’s her I want to be snogging!” James lay dramatically across his bed as the boys sighed.

“Prongs, isn’t it obvious?” Sirius asked and James cocked his head to the side, looking remarkably like a confused puppy. “Do something she can’t ignore. Make a grand gesture to prove your feelings for her.” James thought about it, it made sense. If you wouldn’t hear his explanation, he’d just have to make you.

“How?”

You and James went into the following Saturday with the same goal. It was Gryffindor’s quidditch semi-final, so there was a party being held whatever the outcome. It would be the first time you’d see each other since you’d realised your mistake since training was taking up all of James’ time.

Gryffindor had won, thankfully, which had both of you in higher spirits. The party was already in full swing by the time you got there, opting for a smoke first to calm your nerves. You’d spotted James almost as soon as you entered, always the heart and soul of a party. You marched towards him with a purpose, but as soon as he set eyes on you he jumped up to stand on a table. Someone had lowered the volume of the music — not silent, but low enough so you could hear him yelling over it. He said your full name, clearly and intentionally in a way that had surrounding people look at you curiously.

“I love you,” He said suddenly. “I am in love with you, not anyone else, and whatever made you think that’s not true was just a huge misunderstanding. Because I love you so much, and all I want to do is snog you until I’m the only name you remember, baby.” You let out a short laugh at his vulgarity and the cocky smirk that accompanied it, but a cheek-splitting smile won out when you thought about the preceding words and the sincerity he’d instilled in them. Before you even knew what you were doing you were racing towards him, gratefully taking Peter’s hand to join James on the table.

You honestly couldn’t tell who had initiated the kiss, but you were suddenly so intimately joined together it was like all the air had been sucked out of your lungs, compressing your body in an effort to fuse to his. His strong arms around you couldn’t shield you from the confetti being thrown around (for the match, of course, not just your kiss), nor the catcalls of your friends. You only pulled away when you felt James’ tongue start exploring a little too far, mindful that half the people you knew were watching. You wore matching grins as you parted, foreheads still pressed together and breathing heavy.

While it might have taken four years, innumerable (accidental) kisses and one failed set-up plan to get there, you were sure in your heart that James Potter was the only boy you ever wanted to kiss. And so you did, over and over for the years to come, and you cheered and applauded enthusiastically as the seemingly never ending list of friends and family told stories of receiving a coveted James Potter kiss throughout the years, knowing you were the only one who got to be his bride.

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Peter: if the opposite of 'pro' is 'con'

James: and the opposite of progress is congress

Sirius: then the opposite of constitution is-

Remus: let me stop you right there