#remus thinks it’s disgusting

[siriuscollar]

nobody dares to come between peter pettigrew and his paulaner spezi + currywurst combo

[oneluckygoose]

Ok I’m not a BitchKiller shipper and I never will be… BUT

Hear me out: they’ve never dated, never hooked up, never really talked, never even thought of each other that way.. and yet.

You can’t tell me they don’t interact with each other like crazy exs. Like for sure every other sentence is some personalized dig, every look they share is full of hatred and despise and crazed anger, they hate each other and they’d be at each other’s throats in an instant even though they’re forced to interact because of Reg. EVERYTHING they do fucking pisses the other one off (“Honestly, transfiguration doesn’t hold shit to potions. Like wtf are you doing to do with a cup that was once a rat?” “Why don’t you shove your fucking stir stick down your throat along with some fucking blackened toad testicles and choke on them so you can shut up for once, Crouch” “Oh I’m sorry, didn’t know you were in the conversation Mr ‘McGonagall’s fucking lapdog’” “And what are you going to do? Stir me clockwise three times? Maybe invite me to the Slugclub ‘cause Merlin knows that’d be the greatest form of punishment.” “You couldn’t even dream of going.” “And thank the Lord I don’t, sounds even worse than my usual nightmares where I have to tolerate you for more than three minutes.” “CAN YOU TWO ACTUALLY SHUT UP?”), like no matter what they say there’s something wrong with it. They have a habit of saying things that kinda make it sound like they’ve hooked up but no one can actually tell (“Last fuckin’ longer than Junior over there can”; “Please, anyone’s hair is better than that black rat’s nest, try to pull it and your hand gets stuck”; “Can’t stand tongue piercings, all you can taste is metal, I feel bad for Rosier.”; “Animal track tattoos, Reg? That just as basic as your brother’s paw print ones.” “He has paw print tattoos?” “You just can’t see them.”) They also have no qualms about vaguely referencing things from like four years ago that no longer have significance just to prove a point (“Crouch you can’t plug your ears for shit: you lost to a baby mandrake screech.” “THAT WAS IN SECOND YEAR YOU WEREN’T EVEN THERE!” “History repeats itself.”; “Says the guy who once called Professor McGonagall ‘mum’.” “I didn’t even say it loudly how did you hear that?”) All of the people outside the friend group thinks they had to have dated but no one knows when and no one can get an answer from the others (it’s honestly starting to seem like they don’t even know). The rest of them, especially Regulus and James, are so fed up with it. Remus facepalms constantly, but Evan’ll reward a good remark on Barty’s end with a bite.

[maddragonfruit]

In my mind the original Creativity and a Roman/Remus fusion would be entirely different sides

[theokusgallery]

Have all the anti-remrom people, like. watched the show. Or

[pumpkin-padparadscha]

Roman noticed Remus gliding into the kitchen and immediately swanned over to greet him with an affectionate kiss.

This startled the scales right back into existence on Janus’ face, leading to a rather comical yelp from Roman as he jumped away.

“Janus? What were you doing wearing Remus’ face?!”

“Oh is that what we’re focusing on? Not the way that when no one is around you apparently spend time macking on your twin brother?”

[crescenthistory]

hi! i have this really cute idea for regulus x fem! reader. so reader is a animagus and it’s winter time so sometimes she’ll shift into a their animal form, preferably a cat, and goes seek out warmth. but reader is also besties with remus and knows he’s a werewolf, his body temperature runs a lot warmer then anyone else so she goes to room to cuddle. when that happens, regulus immediately knows they reader is with remus and, begrudgingly, goes to gryffindor to steal reader back.

when he gets there, sirius is pouring and complains to reggie that “your girlfriend is stealing my boyfriend” and regulus snaps back by saying “well your boyfriend is stealing my girlfriend” and reader and remus are amused but their bickering but don’t care.

anon. anon. i am giving you the BIGGEST kiss, you don't even know. this is perhaps the best idea i've seen in a while and so i love you. i will be thinking about this throughout all of winter, thank you.

Words: 3k

Warnings: not proofread, fem!reader, references to previous black brothers angst, disgusting amounts of fluff, best friends can cuddle platonically regardless of gender i will fight you on this, background rosekiller and wolfstar, childhood best friend!remus, implied gryffindor!reader, sirius pretends to be jealous but is not

Note: read more about cat!animagus!reader's shenanigans with regulus, wolfstar and james in Sweet Like Honey; Karma is a Cat & Padfoot vs. Whiskers

When Regulus accepted Sirius’ attempt to mend their relationship, he had expected to get his big brother back in full and no more. The person who understands him best, the boy he needed to lean on – it was all he wanted to get out of it. Perhaps he expected to have to grown tolerant of his brother’s friends, but that was something he dreaded, if he at all thought of.

What Regulus had not expected was to be introduced to and fall head over heels in love with you.

Remus’ childhood best friend, the more reserved one of the bunch that he had always seen floating around with them, but whose voice he had never had to roll his eyes at, thus never interacted with. It bewildered him now how he once upon a time barely thought of you, regarded you.

Now he knew you were delightful, and Regulus was positively smitten.

It had been exactly what Regulus had never thought he would get – an easy love. Like your friends, you were open and honest and loyal to the bone, and it spilled over like honey into your relationships with those around you. Once you caught a glance of his clearly lovestruck eyes, you melted, and the puddle was caught delicately in his hands.

Since then, that is where he has held you. In the palms of his hands, close to his heart. He learned more than he perhaps wanted to know about himself during the process of opening up to you, and you showed him a patience he still is not entirely certain he deserves. But you gave him your time, your moments, your touches and your lips, and he received and received without complaint.

When the two most important people in Regulus’ life – one a fervent, natural devotion, another a sassy, passionate rivalry – were in the same hazardous circle of loud-mouthed Gryffindor friends, he eventually had to capitulate that he could no longer just tolerate them. They were family.

God, what love has cost him.

Regulus walked into his dorm room where you have spent more days than not for the past few months, and sighed defeatedly when all he finds there is Barty laying on top of Evan in some odd position that cannot possibly be comfortable.

“Hello to you too, Black. Thrilling to see you.” Barty’s voice was laced with sarcasm, but there was no menace there as of yet.

“Yeah, yeah,” Regulus grumbled as he threw his bookbag onto his bed and sat down. “You seen Y/N lately?”

“You mean since you were all snuggled up this morning? Nah.”

Regulus rolled his eyes painfully hard at his oldest friend, murmuring a soft sod off before tossing whatever was closest – his pyjama t-shirt – in Barty’s general direction, missing by a good metre. He is a seeker and not a chaser for a reason.

“What of it, Reg?” Evan mumbled, but it was distorted by Barty’s elbow being more or less shoved into his mouth. He could never sit still.

“Just figured she’d be here, ‘s all. She finished class before me.” Regulus falls down onto his bed, curls spilling onto the emerald sheets as he stares at the ceiling, picturing you there and then immediately kicking himself for being that down bad. Then reminding himself with the therapy-speech Sirius has been teaching him, love is a strength not a weakness, it’s good to feel your feelings. Yada yada. "It's been a long day."

“Maybe she got tired of your sorry ass.” Barty laughed at his own joke only to be smacked by Evan’s finally-freed hand.

“Or yours, you sod.”

“Nah, Treasure absolutely adores me.” Barty propped himself up to flash you both a grin. “See, unlike you, I’m fun.”

“Interesting word to substitute insufferable with.” Evan said, leaning his face up from underneath Barty, as if to intimidate him.

“You love me,” Barty drawled before kissing the blond soundly.

“Would you guys please stop flirting?” Regulus’ voice was closer to a groan than anything else. He pressed the backs of his hands to his eyes, seeing stars and thinking of you. Stupid poetic feelings.

“Just because you can’t keep track of your girl doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy ourselves.” Barty pointed an accusatory finger at Regulus. “I would classify that demand as rude.”

“Bite me.”

“Only if your girlfriend says yes.” This time it was Evan’s turn of tuning into Regulus’ torture.

“And she would.” Barty winks at him.

This time it’s a pillow Regulus throws at them, and it lands perfectly, smack in the middle of Barty’s face.

“Oi!” He calls as he throws it back. “Either you quit it, or you throw me your jumper, it’s freezing in here.”

“You’re literally in bed, Barty.” Regulus looks at him, unamused. “Just–”

He trails off, gaze falling from Barty to the wall behind him as he pieces the puzzle together and realisation dawns on his face. The other boys seem to have caught on as they both cock their heads curiously at him. 

“Of course,” Regulus whispers, first in marvel and then it morphs into something between exasperation and disgust. “Of course.” At last, he gets a determined look on his face, slapping his palms on his knees as he sits up from bed and grabs his jumper to go.

“Excuse you, what just happened?” Barty says, increasingly louder throughout his sentence as he realises Regulus is headed for the door, thick wool jumper tucked under his arm. “Hey!”

Regulus throws the boys a look over his shoulder, smirking at them and shaking his head before shutting the door and walking off. He barely catches Evan’s “shush, you baby, I’ll warm ya” before he is out of earshot.

A man with a purpose and half a plan stalks off, beginning the treacherous journey from the Slytherin dungeons to the Gryffindor dormitories.

What is the single thing Regulus knows can keep you from him when you’re otherwise attached at the hip? The cold.

What is the one person you go to for anything and everything, especially dealing with the cold? A certain ragged boy with a wolfish smile that he knows is to be found only behind the portrait of an increasingly annoying woman.

“Password?” The Fat Lady asked, quirking a brow ridiculously high as she regards Regulus with a mutual disgust.

“Catulus leonis.” Regulus does not bother holding back the eyeroll at the ridiculous passphrase.

She looks at him a moment or five longer than she needs, almost as if considering not letting him in despite his answer being perfectly correct, before she finally swings open the door wordlessly.

Regulus mutters a harsh thank you, Pureblood upbringing having knocked some politeness into him he is just not able to forego, no matter how severe his beef – as Sirius says – with the woman is.

When he finally approaches the offending dorm, the door opens fast enough to knock some wind across his face, and he is met with a set of black curls and a superfluous frown that both match his own.

“Regulus. Thank Merlin.”

“Good to see you too, Siri. How'd you know it was me?”

"Recognised your footsteps. Now, c'mon."

Regulus pushes in past his brother and his eyes immediately find Remus Lupin’s bed. To the unaware, it would just look like the scrawny boy was innocently laying on his bed, head propped against a mountain of pillows and reading another one of his paperbacks.

However, Regulus knew better and could see the perfect girlfriend-shaped lump underneath Remus’ jumper, shielded by his arms as he held his book over his stomach.

Or, at least shaped like this rather specific form of his girlfriend.

“Hello, amour, I’ve been looking for you.” Regulus’ voice is addressed to the bump on Remus’ chest, but he looks up at him with a quirked brow and a smug smile tugging on the corner of his lips.

“Didn’t know we were on a pet name-basis, Reg. Good to know.” 

“Absolutely not.” Sirius and Regulus chorus at the exact same time, and Regulus fights back the wince at how painfully similar they are in this moment.

“Reggie,” Sirius finally whines. “Your girlfriend’s been stealing my boyfriend for the past two hours. Do something!”

Despite having a very similar sentiment settled in his own chest, Regulus gives his brother a pull yourself together look as he comes up to stand beside him, near the occupied bed. “I’m fairly certain your boyfriend has stolen my girlfriend equally as much,” he tuts.

“Whatever, just do something.” Sirius waves his hand towards Remus’ still very relaxed state with something a bit too close to a pout forming on his face.

“There’s no need to be jealous, Pads, the poor girl’s just cold,” Remus chides, with a teasing glint in his eye that clearly shows he knows his boyfriend is being dramatic for the bit and not actually upset. "Gotta help 'er out."

“‘M not jealous. I’m needy.” Sirius’ deadpan stare is not affected by Remus’ laughter nor Regulus’ barely-contained snort.

“Glad you admit it,” Regulus says slyly, patting Sirius on his shoulder twice, who immediately shrugs his hand off with a scowl.

“Like you’re any better, you slithered all the way up from the snake pit to fetch her. At least I’m open about it.”

Before Regulus has the chance to retort, Remus puts his book down in his lap and reaches out a hand for Sirius, which he immediately takes. “I told you you could come lay in the bed with us, love,” Remus murmurs and swipes his thumb over the back of Sirius’ hand.

If he did not feel the same way, Regulus would have given Sirius hell for how he seemed to absolutely soften in the sunlight of his boy. “Yeah, I know, Moons, I’m just being theatrical.”

Remus laughs once more, and this time his chest rumbling results in a distinct prrrt! coming from the inside of his jumper. Up through the collar, cheek smashed against Remus’, comes the tentative head of beautiful grey-and-white fur and slow-blinking yellow eyes, still riddled with sleep. 

“Good morning, amour,” Regulus coos, ignoring Sirius’ snort as he drops down to squat beside Remus’ bed so his face is lined up with yours.

You pur, stretching beneath the fabric, a single paw escaping beside your head through the collar as you roll over onto your back. Your eyes remained trained on Regulus, and though he knows cats can’t actually smile, he swears you were smiling at him.

“Sorry to wake you, princess,” Sirius drawls as he looks down at you from where he is leaning on the bedpost beside Remus. “But have you seeped up enough warmth for me to get my boyfriend back yet?”

You make a faux hissing sound before ducking your head down, so it’s just barely hidden by the collar.

Remus laughs heartily, setting his book completely away this time so his hand can come up to rest on your cat-form, petting you through his jumper. “It’s alright kitten, take your time.”

The exposed paw lightly hits Remus’ cheek in retaliation, and this time it is Sirius and Regulus’ turn to laugh at his expense. “Ow! I share my warmth with you and this is what I get in return?”

From the movement beneath the fabric, Regulus assumes you’re nuzzling your head against his chest in apology.

“Amour, I brought your favourite jumper of mine and promise to make you so much hot cocoa if I can steal you back. We can be in your dorm room instead of mine, it’s warmer in there, right?” A smile remains consistent on Regulus’ face as he talks to you.

Sirius pats him on the back, murmuring something about you’re so whipped that he doesn’t bother to pay attention to. 

More movement beneath the fabric, and then suddenly your ears are poking out of the neckline again – because why would you make it easy for yourself and use the big exit, when you can squeeze your way through a tight opening? You’re a cat after all.

Remus seems to be thinking the same as he laughs while you attempt to climb out beside his head, soft fur brushing against his skin and making up for the occasional claw you use for traction. 

Regulus attempts to bite back the coos as he sees more and more of you, recognising your movements as sluggish with sleep, no doubt coaxed into it by finally being comfortable.

“Thanks for today, see you again tomorrow, same time?” Remus teases, head turned towards you as you headbutt him lovingly, finally fully escaped from his jumper and standing on his shoulder. He nuzzles you back and scratches your head in goodbye.

Another prrrt! escapes you in greeting as you saunter your way across Remus and plop onto the small strip of mattress on his side where Regulus’ hands are open and ready to receive you. 

“Hi, sweetie,” he whispers as you allow him to scoop you up into his arms while he’s still squatting beside the bed. He holds you like an infant, tight to his body and securely supported. You immediately begin to purr loudly, nuzzling your head even further into his neck and shoulder.

Regulus does not bother to hold back the slight giggle as your caresses tickle him. 

“Good gods, are you two sappy,” Sirius groans, but when Regulus looks up, there is a wide grin on his face. A slightly teasing one admittedly, but a grin nonetheless.

Then, Regulus recognises where Sirius is grinning at him from – properly cuddled up besides Remus on the opposite side of the bed, arms beneath his jumper, soaking up the leftover warmth from you.

“Wait– how did you get there so fast?” Regulus’ voice is almost incredulous, stopping his greeting of you – earning him a harrumphing meow – to narrow his eyes at his brother. “I didn’t even notice you move from beside me.”

“What can I say; I am a dedicated man.” Sirius nuzzles into Remus’ cheek, not much unlike how you were mere seconds ago, albeit his involved a tad many more kisses.

“You’re weird, that’s what you are,” Regulus laughs as he stands up with you in his arms.

You turn around to look up at him with those big, slitted eyes of yours. When you extend your neck further towards his face, Regulus lifts you higher so you can give him the cat-kisses you so evidently wanted, his lips curling at your touch.

Sirius lifts a brow at the two of you. “Yeah. I’m the weird one.” 

Regulus scoffs at him, but when you continue to caress your furry cheeks against his lips and chin, it is difficult for any menace to remain serious.

“Thank you for your deviant supernatural warmth keeping my girlfriend alive, Lupin, but I’d like to steal her away from you now.” 

“By all means, Black, you’ve already stolen her from me once,” Remus harrumphs, pretending to be some scorned faux older brother but his eyes betray his facade; he is happy for you.

Regulus chooses to ignore it nonetheless.

“Brother.” He nods at Sirius. “Soon to be brother-in-law.” He nods at Remus. “We bid you goodnight.”

“Try not to undo all of Moony’s hard work by freezing her right back up with your freakishly cold feet!” Sirius calls after him as he heads towards the door. He then promptly gives out a soft yelp that indicates Remus corrected him in some physical way.

“Goodnight love, goodnight Reg,” Remus calls instead.

“Yeah, bye, doll!” Sirius adds, whispering more to himself, “he’s mine again now.”

You give out a tired meow that is so cute it makes Regulus’ heart clench with endearment. You cuddle properly up into the crook of his neck as he carries you out, softly closing the door behind him with a smile.

He shifts you in his grip so he can look down at you more carefully. “You are so unbelievably predictable. And even cuter than that again, which is saying something,” he murmurs to you and you respond with quiet meows.

He looks at you curiously. “Are you going to remain in cat form the whole night?”

Your tail twitches teasingly, your only other response is a quiet prrt as you close your eyes into the warmth of his neck again. He laughs, covering your feline body with his hands as he carries you, to keep the warmth in.

He sneaks into your dorm – thankfully often unoccupied as Marlene is with Dorcas and Mary is with Pandora – and settles you down onto your plush mattress and pillows. He undresses and gets ready for bed, while you’re resting your head on the pillow, observing him, but just before getting under the covers, he slips on his jumper.

“It’s so soft I could cry, Reggie,” you had whispered to him when you cuddled up to him when he wore it around you for the first time. “I fear I can never let you go now.”

Regulus slides under the blankets with a knowing smile, opening the hem, allowing you to creep under, chest against chest with your head poking out of the collar to rest at the bottom of his neck. 

“I'm no werewolf, but I’ll keep you warm with my love, amour,” he whispered to you in the dark, one hand combing through your fur protectively underneath his own jumper.

He swears, he could hear the little cat snort against his skin.

Regulus fell desperately deeper in love.

[yasministration]

think again - james potter

summary: on your fifteenth anniversary, sirius and remus gift you and james a photo album that has you gasping in embarrassment in front of harry and closing it with a loud slam. despite that, and the warning on the front page that says 'Harry, if you’re reading this, think again', your son can't help himself. He should have thought again. And again. And maybe perhaps just one more time. wc: 1.9k+ cw: suggestive themes and two explicit sentences, discussion of inappropriate images, mentions of r! and james having harry before marriage (when they were 18)

Harry Potter loved his family.

Even though he pretended to hurl when his dad whisked you for a kiss that had you swooning long after he pulled away, or pushed you away when you kissed him on the forehead, hugging him for a little too long in front of his friends, Harry could not have asked for better parents.

So when it was your and James’s fifteen year anniversary, Harry didn’t tease about how it seemed mathematically unusual that he was already past the fifteen year old mark. He didn’t take a close look at photos from your wedding, inspecting all of the photos baby Harry was in, curled in his grandparents' arms for most of the night. He didn’t make a comment about how his parents were only thirty three with a grown teenager, relatively younger in comparison to the parents of other kids in his year.

No, Harry did none of that. Instead, he watched fondly as his father held you in his arms on the couch, whispering sweetly to you.

He smiled, mimicking the looks on both his parents’ face. You were curled into James’s chest, staring at your husband with an unbeatable expression of love that only your James himself could out do. James was pressing sweet kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, and the briefest one on your lips before shying away from you. Harry caught glimpses of your youth in these moments; mischievous, affectionate, and definitely a pain to every one of the single friends around you.

The front door slammed open. You and James didn’t even pull away from each other as Sirius Black sauntered into the living room, a grinning Remus Lupin on his heels. Harry furrowed his eyebrows. His godfathers looked like they were up to no good.

“Happy anniversary.” Remus announced, shifting his weight back and forth from the balls to the heels of his feet. “Did you know,” Sirius started, pointing a finger up in the air, “That exactly fifteen years ago today, minus approximately ten minutes, the two of you were having sex?” You laughed in shock, asking “What?” and James pulled you closer to him. Harry grimaced in disgust.

“Yeah, we came to wake you up, said it’s bad luck to see each other on the day of your wedding. Door was locked, you told us it was too late, and we warned you that we would break into the room, but then we heard-”

“Stuff.” Remus cut him off, raising his eyebrows. You felt your cheeks go hot, remembering how your fiancé — back then — had spoken to your best friends while thrusting into you at an unforgivable pace. Your high pitched moan as you orgasmed had thankfully alerted your two friends not to enter the room.

“Don’t know much about bad luck now.” James chuckled, glancing down at you with a grin. “Anyway!” Remus announced, drawing your attention back to the two men. “We made you a little gift.”

“For every time we’ve seen too much!” Furrowing your eyebrows, you looked past your two best friends to glance at your son, sat alone on the couch, not even pretending not to be listening. His face was contorted in repulsion.

Sirius thrusted a thick photo album in front of you, and you shuffled in James’s hold to release your arms from the bundle of limbs you were wrapped in. You gently took the album from Sirius’s hands, smiling softly “Aw, thank you guys.”

“Oh, you won’t be thanking us for long.”

Concern overtook you at Sirius’s words, and you opened the photo book. The first page was blank, apart from writing that said ‘Harry, if you’re reading this, think again.’ James’s chest rumbled with a whole-hearted laugh. You glanced up at your best friends nervously before hooking your finger into the next couple of pages. You turned to a random page in the booklet.

You gasped loudly, immediately shutting the photo album.

The couple in front of you seemed proud with their work, a loud laugh escaping them both despite the horrified look you shot them. James was silent next to you, and you twisted your torso to look at his expression. His eyes were wide, cheeks so red you were sure his glasses would begin fogging up.

“Anyway, we’re going to take Harry out to diagon alley for a couple of hours. For no reason.” But Sirius turned around to wink at you as he left the room with Remus, who slung an arm over his shoulders. Harry wordlessly followed his uncles, shrugging.

He did not want to know what was in that album.

Would be the furthest thing from the truth. He itched to find out. So badly, that when he sipped at a milkshake in diagon alley with his godfathers, he was twitching in a poor attempt not to ask about their gift. So badly, that when he was left alone at home that night while you and James went for dinner, all Harry could think about was sneaking into your room and looking through those pages.

Giving up, Harry pushed himself off his bed, opening the door to his parents’s bedroom with one last look down the corridor. He took in a deep breath; no one was home. Harry briefly took notice to the empty potion vial on your bed side table, wrinkling his nose as he realised what it was. Birth control. Taking a couple of steps closer, Harry peeked into the open drawer, looking for the black leather of the photo album.

It wasn’t there.

He rounded the undone bed to open his dad’s bedside drawer. Bingo. Harry reached for the leather-bound album, fingers curling around the curve of the album’s spine. He leaned back on the wall behind him, sinking down onto the floor. No way was he going to sit down on that bed. Harry flicked open the album, and immediately, his cheeks went red.

His godfathers knew him too well.

‘Harry, if you’re reading this, think again.’ He did, extending his arm to tip the book back into the drawer, before shaking his head and snatching it back. He flipped the page over, and his breath immediately hitched in his throat at the sight. Sirius’s words from his morning echoed in his head; they made sense now. ‘For every time we’ve seen too much!’ The two photos that took up the space of the first page of the book dated back to your time at Hogwarts.

Harry knew you and James began dating within the first month of your fifth year at Hogwarts, but you didn’t look fifteen in this photo. Maybe seventeen, possibly older. But it was hard to tell with the way your faces were hidden. Of course, the images moved – much to Harry’s dismay. In the first photograph, James was carrying you, and your legs were wrapped around his torso, the skirt of your uniform riding up your legs, creasing under James’s hands, which were groping your backside.

You were pressed up against the wall of a dark hallway, your arms tightly wrapped over James’s shoulders, his glasses smushed between your faces as you made out deeply. The image of your tongues flattening against each other was grotesque. Harry had seen his parents make out before – a quick snog when you thought no one was looking. James would tug you closer to him by the wrist, wrapping an arm around your waist when you turned your attention to him.

It was often in the kitchen, if not the backyard, but James would press his lips against yours, and you would part your lips to welcome his tongue into your mouth for a quick, greedy lick against yours. James would pull away, his trousers slightly tighter around his crotch, and you would wipe the space around your lips to conceal any evidence.

But this kiss, in this image, was like nothing he’d seen before. Your body was moving against James with a desperation he hadn’t seen before, his dad’s hips frantically grinding against your centre as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, your tongues eagerly battling for control over the kiss.

He couldn’t imagine it, but the next photo was much worse, and he instantly regretted not listening to the note on the front. Harry huffed. There should have been a second warning. By looking at the second image, Harry decided that you and James had just turned eighteen. His dad’s hair was had looked to be freshly cut, not long like the previous photo, almost an afro around his head. Here, it was trimmed neatly, curls soft, the stubble on his face barely there. You wore shorts, exposing your legs, and Harry could see that you had the cheeky smiley faced tattoo on your thigh, which you’d admitted to getting on your eighteenth birthday with his dad, Remus and Sirius.

You were clearly at a party in this photo, with drinks littering the kitchen countertop in front of you, both you and James looking like anyone would after hours of partying. One hand on the countertop, the other reaching up into the cupboard over you, you were biting your lip struggling to get something as you stood on your tippy toes. You raised a knee over the side of the counter, top, and just as you were about to push yourself off the ground, a hand rested on your hip, halting your movements.

James pressed his body against yours as he reached above you, arm stretching up higher than yours to grab a bag of chips for you, wedged in the cupboard. James unnecessarily pressed himself onto his tippy toes, stumbling forward as he lost balance, his crotch dragging against your ass before he fell flat on his feet. Your eyebrows raised in the photo, but you smirked, spinning around and looking at James with a slight tilt of your head. James’s face flushed, a shy look overtaking his features as he poorly attempted to maintain confidence.

Harry almost heard your hum as you stared down his father, just a boy in this photo, before your fingers curled around the fabric of his t-shirt, pulling him against you. James’s body pressed against yours and you leaned forward, pressing your lips to his. The bag of chips fell to the floor as both of James’s hands came to rest on your hips, already deepening the kiss with you. It was difficult for Harry to believe that those two teenagers in the image would be having a child that same year. Him.

Just before Harry could witness something he didn’t want to see, the image flashed, and the entire scene repeated itself. That’s enough, Harry decided, but he couldn’t help but wonder what had made his mother gasp so loudly as she shut the photo album. He tried mimicking your earlier movements, fingers dipping past a couple of pages. Triumphantly, he turned these pages over, but the second he caught a glimpse of his dad on his knees, back to the camera, Harry made a disgusted noise, shutting the book with a loud slam.

He scrambled back on his feet, dropping the book in his father’s drawer and closing it before rushing out of the room to return to his bedroom, forgetting that his parents’ bedroom door hadn’t been open when he first came in.

Luckily for him though, you and James were too busy kissing your way up the stairs and into bed to notice the detail.

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[brokenmenswhore]

first | poly!marauders

pairing: poly!marauders (james, remus, & sirius) x fem!reader

summary: virginity loss trope :)

warnings: smut (MDNI 18+), language, gender swapped dorcas cus i said so 🤷🏻‍♀️

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“That’s ridiculous,” you said, body halting as the staircase began to shift beneath you, “and completely untrue.”

“Oh come on, you never do anything interesting! For your sake, it has to be true,” Sirius teased.

You turned to him, mouth open in offense. “I’m plenty interesting.”

“But not interesting enough to lose your virginity to Meadowes in the library during fourth year?” Remus raised an eyebrow.

“No! It didn’t happen!” you protested, “now please, let it go.”

“How would a rumor like that even get out if it isn’t true?” James asked genuinely.

“Probably because everyone knows Meadowes has the hots for her. Bet you he started it himself,” Remus answered, distaste evident in his voice.

“Are you three done now?” you asked, whispering the common room password and letting the boys in.

“So if it isn’t true, how did you lose it?” Sirius pressed.

You looked at him stunned, eyes wide in disbelief that he would ask you something like that out of the blue.

“Absolutely not,” you said, raising a finger toward him, “I’m not playing that game.”

“Oh come on!” Sirius raised his hands and smiled, “you’re no fun.”

“Yeah, now I’m curious,” James continued on, “if not Dorcas, who?”

You sighed, placing your books down and tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, turning toward them exasperated. “Why does it matter?”

“You know seventeen of the girls I’ve slept with by heart,” Sirius replied, “I’d say it’s only fair.”

“Sirius, you told me about seventeen of the girls you’ve slept with. Willingly. Without me asking. Ever,” you said, earning a laugh from James at your disgust.

They followed you up the stairs to your dorm, empty from everyone sneaking off to a party in the Ravenclaw common room that you were supposed to be getting ready for, but alas, you were late and distracted.

You sat down in front of your vanity mirror, ready to start applying makeup, when Remus placed a hand on the desk in front of you, leaning his face in close to you, his hair falling slightly in front of his face. He was completely in your personal space.

“Come on, Y/N, tell us who got to fuck you first.”

Remus’ voice was low, and his breath fanned your face as he spoke. You locked eyes with him, a sigh leaving your chest that you weren’t aware you were holding in. You were nervous to have him this close.

“No one has. Sorry to disappoint. Now drop it, will you?”

Remus didn’t move. You continued to look up into his eyes, your voice a little shaky, and you didn’t know what to do. You moved to get up, but Remus caught your chin between his fingers, pulling your attention back to him. “Meaning what?”

“Did you not hear me? Cus you’re like 6 inches away from me, so if you didn’t, you need to get your hearing checked,” you said, annoyed at your current predicament, just wanting to make the embarrassing conversation end. Remus finally let you stand, but Sirius and James were right behind you, stopping you from leaving the room. You opted to sit on your bed.

“You guys are insufferable.”

Sirius cleared his throat. “So you’re-“ he trailed off.

“A virgin, yes, wow, how crazy of me. You know, it’s not that weird, you all just have a personal body count higher than everyone at this school combined. And everyone else’s body count includes you. Can we please just forget about this?” you begged.

“Such attitude,” James teased, “from such a good girl.”

“Oh, so I’m a goodie two-shoes now that you’ve all discovered I’ve never had sex?”

“Kinda, yeah,” James giggled.

“Fuck you guys,” you sighed, partially lighthearted and partially annoyed, “it was my choice. You think I couldn’t have screwed Dorcas Meadowes in the library if I wanted to?”

No one had a response. Sirius’ nostrils flared, and Remus sighed. They almost seemed… jealous? at the thought of you and someone else.

You four were ridiculously close, anyone could see that, and you would be lying if you said you haven’t thought about them in that way, but you were best friends, and you didn’t want to risk ruining that.

“You ever think about, like, just doing it?” Sirius asked.

“What?” you replied.

“Do you ever think about just saying fuck it and asking someone, like, I don’t know, one of us, to just take your virginity?”

Your breathing caught in your chest. You stared at Sirius, a million thoughts coming to your head but you couldn’t articulate any of them. You had no idea what to say.

“I mean, I’ve thought about losing my virginity, yeah, that’s normal,” you explained.

“To one of us?” Remus asked.

You could lie. You could act disgusted at the question and walk away now, or, you could tell the truth, and risk ruining your entire friendship. You could also tell the truth and potentially gain everything you wanted.

Your voice became small, your eyes watching your hands fidget in your lap, “maybe.”

The boys all exchanged a look between one another.

James was the only one who was able to pull himself together. “W-who?”

You titled your head up at him. “What?”

James sat down on the bed next to you. “Which one of us?”

You could physically see all the boys tense up, ready to be filled with either pride or jealousy. Sirius and Remus were staring daggers at you, anxiously awaiting your answer. James kept his eyes on you as well, trying to make you feel less intimidated and tense than Sirius and Remus were.

Your eyes darted between all of them, “I-“

You were evidently nervous, and Remus felt bad. He knelt on the ground in front of you, taking your hands in his own. It was the most intimate gesture you’d received from him yet. He kept his voice soft. “Angel, you don’t have to tell us, but we really want to know. I promise none of us will be too hurt. Please,” he almost begged.

You sighed. You weren’t worried because you only thought about one of them, you were worried because you were embarrassed to tell them the truth. You took a deep breath. It was now or never. “All of you.”

They were not prepared for that answer.

Remus and James stared at you and tried to process your words. Sirius was more of an “act on impulse” and “speak without thinking” kind of guy.

“Fuck off,” he said, “all of us?”

“Mhm.”

“Like at the same time?” he pushed.

“Sirius-“ Remus warned.

“No, no, I wanna hear you say it,” he said, attention back on you, “I wanna hear you say that you’ve thought about losing your virginity to all three of us. At the same time. I wanna hear you say that you’ve thought about us fucking you.” He was standing dangerously close to you now.

“I- I have,” you said, blush evident in your cheeks.

Sirius growled. “Remus, move.”

“Excuse me?” Remus snapped back.

“Move.”

Remus sighed and moved out of the way so that Sirius was standing directly in front of you. “You stop us if there’s anything you don’t like. Understood?”

You nodded your head, but that wasn’t enough.

“Words, baby.”

“Yes,” you retried.

Sirius gave you a small smile before grabbing your face in his hands, tilting your head up and leaning down to give you a long, intimate kiss. Once you had settled in, he deepened the kiss, his carnal desires taking over. He slowly leaned you back on the bed, your legs still hanging off the mattress, as he placed one knee next to your waist, holding himself up as he continued kissing you. When your back hit the mattress, you held the back of Sirius’s head to keep him in place.

You felt one of the boys behind Sirius, pulling your pants off and leaving your lower half nearly exposed.

Sirius flopped down on the bed next to you, still kissing you as you ran your fingers through his hair.

James slowly kissed up your thigh, throwing both of your legs over his shoulders as he kissed your underwear right above your heat. You gasped, but Sirius didn’t let you break the kiss.

“Sirius, come on, give her a break,” James pleaded, “I wanna hear her.”

Sirius groaned into the kiss before breaking it, looking down to James in between your legs. “Well, go on then.”

Sirius was still feral and needy, pulling your shirt over your head and ripping off your bra, immediately going to grab and kiss at your breasts. You were embarrassed at the exposure, but everyone was moving on your body so fast that you didn’t have time to think about your body being on display.

James pushed your underwear to the side and kissed your folds, causing you to squeal. This was an unfamiliar feeling, but you were growing wetter and wetter by the minute. He pushed your folds open with his tongue, licking and flicking at your clit. You whined and threw your head back. He continued his actions, peeking up at you from between your legs, watching you come apart as he ate you out like a man starved.

“Take it easy,” you heard Remus say from behind your head, “you gotta remember she’s never done this.”

James moaned into your cunt as a response, sending a shiver up your body, causing your legs to shake slightly. He kept sucking and licking circles around your bud, and you couldn’t help but grab the hair at the back of his head, pushing him closer into you.

“Good girl,” Sirius cooed from beside you, touching every exposed part of your body that he could.

As James’ tongue quickened, your whines grew louder, but you tried to tame them and save yourself further embarrassment. Remus noticed and was not happy. He grabbed your face and forced your neck to look backward at him. “Are you holding back?”

“N-no,” you said anxiously, not sure if it was the truth.

“Ah, but I think you are,” he started, “and we don’t accept that. Let us hear you.”

“But I’m emb-“

“I don’t care if you’re embarrassed. Stop holding back. Now.”

Remus’s demanding and controlling demeanor only added at the pleasure James was giving you with his mouth. You did as he said. James continued to quicken his pace, whines and moans falling from your lips.

“Does that feel good?” Remus asked.

“Yes, Rem, I-“

“No fair!” Sirius suddenly exclaimed, “if you ask her all the questions, you get to hear her moan your name. Selfish prick.”

“Are you gonna let this be about her or what?” Remus retorted.

“I am! I should be asking you the same thing, why do you always get to be in control of everything?”

They bickered back and forth for a few minutes, but the entire time, James remained focused on you. He watched from between your legs as his tongue made you squirm and moan, and he had you nearly seeing stars.

You desperately tried to tell him you were going to come, but Remus and Sirius were too busy bickering for James to hear you. You tapped at his head to signal him, and he got the message, sucking at your bud until you finally came. Your chest rapidly rose and fell as James continued to lick you until he had tasted every last drop of cum from your hole, standing up and placing a wet kiss on your lips.

“What, did you just give up?” Sirius asked when he saw James standing.

“No, idiot, she came,” James replied, “you two dickheads were too busy arguing to notice.”

Remus’s nostrils flared. “You just let us keep arguing?”

“She tried to say something!” James defended you, and partly himself.

“Baby, you ok?” Remus checked in.

“Mhm,” you nodded.

“You got a little more in you?”

“Mhm.”

“You want me?”

“Mhm.”

Remus pulled his pants and boxers down and climbed on top of you, pulling your underwear completely off of you as he placed his knees on either side of your waist.

“You sure?” he asked, wanting to confirm your consent.

“Yes,” you responded.

“And you’re sure you’re okay with it being me?”

Instead of responding with words, you tilted your head up and kissed Remus, assuring him that you wanted it to be him. You would have been okay with any of the boys, but Remus was always so in control, it made sense that he would be your first. Your relationship with him was always a little less silly, and a little more intimate, than your relationship with the other two.

“Are you ready?” he checked, lining up his already hard cock at your entrance.

“Yeah,” you replied, “just- please be nice, okay?”

Remus smiled, “of course, baby.”

You nodded at him and locked eyes as he slowly pushed into you, a long gasp leaving your lips as he filled you up. His cock was bigger than you thought it would be, and it was taking you a while to adjust to his size.

“Shit, Rem,” you breathed out, “you should have warned me that you’re that fucking big.”

Sirius growled next to you, your words driving him crazy. He couldn’t help but pull out his cock, stroking it slowly as he watched you.

Remus gave you plenty of time to adjust before you nodded at him, signaling that he could move. He started slowly, pushing in and out of you as an excruciatingly slow pace. It burned, and you almost told Remus to stop, but after a few minutes, the pain subsided, and the pleasure took over.

A particularly filthy moan left your lips, and Sirius cursed under his breath. James appeared behind your head, stroking your hair as Remus’s head dropped to your shoulder as he began to pick up the pace.

“Shit, baby,” he moaned, “you feel so fucking good.”

“You look so fucking good,” Sirius breathed.

“Thank you, Siri,” you cried out, causing Sirius to cum in his hand, the nickname making him lose all control.

“What a good girl,” Remus spoke, his thrusts quickening until he was causing your body to jolt upward with each hit from the force, “you’re doing so well.”

James placed a kiss on your forehead and you reached up to grab his hand for leverage. You squeezed his hand, the pleasure between your legs becoming almost too much.

“Relax, baby, you’re being such a good girl,” James said.

Remus’ breathing quickened. “You’re so tight, angel, if you keep squeezing my cock like that I’m not gonna last,” he warned.

“I c-can’t help it,” you told him.

“I know baby,” he replied.

“I d- don’t know how to m- make it stop,” you said.

Remus giggled, “you don’t have to make it stop. It feels good for me.”

“Oh,” you whimpered, “that’s good.”

Remus giggled again. You were so cute, even in the middle of losing your virginity. Remus leaned down and kissed you, your lips moving in harmony as he began to pound into you. Any sense of kindness and mercy he had for this being your first time went out the window when you kissed.

Your moans grew louder and louder, and you tried to cover your mouth with your hand to quiet yourself down.

“Ah ah ah,” Sirius tsked, pulling your hand away, “none of that.”

“Rem- Rem- I-“

“I know angel, let go.”

Your high crashed over you again, your hips bucking upward to meet Remus’ final few thrusts before he came inside of you, the feeling of you squeezing him becoming too much for him to hold on. Remus stayed inside of you for a moment, watching your face as you calmed down from your high, a slight shake in your legs.

“What a good girl,” James praised, kissing your forehead.

“You okay?” Remus checked in, pulling out of you and standing in front of you.

“Mhm,” you hummed, “‘m okay.”

Sirius leaned down to kiss you again. “Everything you imagined?”

“Mhm.” You were too tired to formulate complete words or sentences.

“You wanna skip the party?” Sirius continued.

“Mhm.”

“You wanna cuddle and watch a movie?”

“Mhm.” You shifted so your head was resting on Sirius’ lap as he began to stroke your hair.

Sirius smiled. “And then maybe round two.”

[my-castles-crumbling]

found - jegulus - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 274

“Oi,” James greeted his friends, sliding into the bench next to Remus and helping himself to some eggs, “have any of you seen my jacket?”

“Wha’one?” Sirius replied around a mouthful of toast, spraying Peter a bit. 

“The one with my name on the back, dumbarse,” James shot back, handing Peter a napkin and giving him an apologetic look on Sirius’s behalf. “The only one I ever wear.”

“Oh, that one!” James lit up at Sirius’s recognition, but then– “No, haven’t seen it.”

Grumbling, he threw a roll at his friend across the table. “Fuck, Mum’s gonna kill me. She spent ten galleons on it for my birthday,” he grumbled.

But Remus elbowed him in the side, smirking. “I think I found it,” he murmured.

Following his friend’s line of sight, James looked across the Hall only to see a small group of Slytherins entering. Instantly, James’s breath caught in his throat.

“Why is my brother wearing your jacket, Prongs?” Sirius demanded, mouth agape, turning to James in utter disgust.

But James was too busy staring in dreamy awe, his head in a cloud. “Dunno,” he answered, beaming, “but he can have it for as long as he likes.” He took a swig of pumpkin juice, trying to regain his head.

But at that moment, Regulus looked up, meeting his eyes with a challenging little smirk, causing James to choke pathetically on his drink.

And Regulus, of course, just chuckled and turned away, giving James a look at his own name scrawled upon his back. 

It took him about an hour to recover after that, but being late to class was definitely worth it.

[pretty-little-mind33]

James Potter x shy!fem!reader

Summary: While previously being close friends, after your fourth year you distance yourself from James and he doesn't understand why.

Genre: Fluff with hurt and comfort <3

Warnings: slut shaming, reader has a sexual rumor spread about her, protective!James, gross teenage boys, attempted sexual harassment (non-consentual touching), reader is justifyingly emotional

JAMES POTTER MASTERLIST

James likes you. He's always liked you. You are kind, albeit a bit shy, but James doesn't mind. He'd spent all of first year simply watching you. He didn't mean for it to be creepy and he did his best to go unnoticed as he watched you feed the animals near the Forbidden Forest. Or when he paid attention to where you liked to sit in the library and what books you read. 

When second year came around, he joined Quidditch half in hopes to see you in the stand. You never came. 

In third year, his confidence grew and he started actually talking to you. You were quiet but you didn't seem to mind whenever he'd walk you back to the dorms, or when he helped you study for your Potions exams. You'd smile at him so pretty James was positive he left every conversation with the deepest blush.

By fourth year, you changed and you didn't seem to like the compliments he'd give you anymore and James couldn't understand why. "If you think a girl is pretty, you should tell her, Jamsie." James took his mother's words very seriously, but the more he complimented you—the more distant you became. 

By the end of fourth year, Sirius and Remus warned him he should just leave you alone, but James was stubborn. and hecouldn't understand why you didn't like the compliments. 

He really meant them after all.

"I don't understand," he groans one evening, laying on his bed, his legs thrown against the wall, his hair falling over the edge of the bed, as he plays with the maroon curtains of his dorm room canopy bed. Sirius and Remus are standing over him, looking unamused. 

"Just leave the poor girl alone," Remus says.

"It's been almost three years now, Prongs," Sirius leans down, his black hair falling over his cheeks as he looks into James's pitiful eyes. "You should just move on. I heard from Alice that Lily Evans has her eye on you now."

"Who?" James mutters, barely listening. 

"Y'know, the pretty red-head from our year?"

James shakes his head and sits up, flopping onto his back as he presses his palms into his eyes. "I don't care about anyone but her," he says, "I don't understand what I'm doing wrong."

"Overwhelming her?" Remus deadpans. 

"Being a stalker?" Sirius adds, resting a hand on his hip as he sends Remus a knowing look and the latter sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

James groans and sits up, his eyes lighting up. "There is the Quidditch finals today, do you think she'll come?" He asks, sounding hopeful. You've never once come to any games. Sirius and Remus shake their heads, knowing the answer is most likely a no and James's expression falls.

* * *

"She came," Peter points to the crowd. He's sitting next to Sirius and Remus as they watch you navigate the stands. Sirius, who had previously been sulking because he couldn't play because of his injury, grins and nods, looking out at the pitch to see if James has noticed you.  

"James is gonna freak," Sirius laughs. 

"She isn't here for him, Pads," Remus nudges Sirius's shoulder and Peter's expression sours. 

"She's with Raven Griffins," the boy says, a disgusted look crossing over his features. "What is she doing with that arsehole?"

Sitting a few students away, you're very uncomfortable. You keep nervously fiddling with the hem of your skirt. You suddenly wish you hadn't come. The only reason you'd said yes to this date was because Griffins was one of the only boys who'd seemed genuinely interested in you. He spoke to you normally, with no ulterior motives and no mocking tone. He was smart and handsome and he seemed genuinely interested. Still, you want to disappear. The game hadn't even started and it was already much too loud. Plus, Griffins had seen some of his friends and now this date didn't feel like a date anymore anyways.

Once the game begins, students stand and cheer and you're jostled to your feet with everyone else. You bite your lip, holding your breath as you focus on the way your nails dig into your palm to ground yourself. You've never liked crowds. 

"Raven?" you whisper, turning to the boy. He shifts his gaze towards you, only grinning as he wraps his arm around you and squeezes your hips. You frown, a shiver running up your spine as his touch feels wrong. 

You shimmy from his grasp and Raven frowns. You can barely hear him over the cheering but as he grabs your arm, fingers digging into your flesh. It seems like he laughs, eyes gleaming with malice as he turns to his friend and says: "Bloody hell, I knew she was easy, but I didn't think she would be this easy. Clearly wants me bad, mate," he laughs. It feels like a bucket of cold water has just been splashed all over you and you tear your arm from him.

You spin around, pushing students to find the quickest exit. Your eyes burn. 

How could you have been so foolish to think this would have gone any differently? 

Tears blur your vision and you run down the stairs to the path around the school. The gravel crackles under your shiny leather shoes. You can't be here anymore. You should have never come. You're in such a rush you don't hear someone call your name until a strong hand grips your wrist and you spin around, almost crashing into the person's chest. You're standing just outside the Quidditch pitch now, the cheers less violent as you focus on the person in front of you.

"James?" 

James is holding his broom in one hand and the other falls from your wrist. He's panting, sweat gathering at his hairline and making his already curly hair even curlier. You can see dirt staining his cheek from what you assume was a harsh landing from his brook and behind the nasty bruise on his cheekbone, his cheeks are tinted crimson and he coughs, leaning forward. 

Did he run here? 

"What happened?" James mutters, clearing his throat as he looks up at you again. "I saw you and Griffins in the crowd and it seemed like he upset you. What did he do?" James spits Griffins name with venom and his usually kind eyes turn dark.

You're shocked, your breaths coming out raspy. Did he follow you here? You back away from him, catching your breath along with him.

"You're missing your game," you whisper. If there is anything you remember from your friendship with James Potter, it's his love of Quidditch. You look at him, realizing it's been almost three years since you'd spoken to him properly.

After what happened, you'd distanced yourself from him. He was just too much at the time—his kind words only made the situation worse. Your heart clenches and you lower your gaze. "Don't miss Quidditch because of me," you add, tears forming on your eyelashes. 

James sees them and he panics. "Did Griffins make you cry?!" He's angry and he drops his broom and rushes up to you. 

You flinch when he cups your cheeks in his hands and you push him away. 

"I'm sorry," James says. His eyes look sad and it breaks you. You cover your mouth, realizing you can't stop the tears anymore. You can't even speak. All you can do is cry into your hand, muffling the sobs as Griffins words repeat in your head;

I knew she was easy, but I didn't think she was this easy.

You choke on a sob and tense when you feel someone's arms hesitantly wrap around you. James hugs you, his chin resting on your head and you break some more. You don't pull away and instead, you wrap your arms around his waist, crying into his uniform. His hand smoothes over your hair and he feels like crying as well. You're hurt. You're hurt so badly you've broken down in front of him and he doesn't understand why. 

"I'm sorry I disappeared," you mutter, all your emotions crashing over you. "You were my f-friend and I- I ignored you."

James frowns, holding you tighter. "Is that what this is about?" he asks softly. "I'm not upset with you. I missed you, yeah. But I'm definitely not mad," he pauses and lifts his head, stroking strands of hair from your face. He looks serious. "Can you tell me what happened? Why are you so sad?"

You look confused and you tilt your head in question. "You don't know?"

James frowns. "Am I supposed to?" 

You don't believe him. James and his friends are some of the most popular boys in your year. In the school even. There is absolutely no way they didn't hear the rumor. Everyone had. That's why you'd avoided James until now. You couldn't face him after what everyone was saying. It was too cruel.

You let out a weary breath. "The rumor—about me? H-how I lost my virginity in fourth year, with some boys from sixth year–? You– you haven't heard it?"

James's blood runs cold. That was you? Of course, he'd heard the rumor but he wasn't one for that type of gossip. He didn't care who the girl was because honestly? He didn't believe the rumor. He didn't even entertain the thought—it had seemed so ludicrous to him. His heart breaks now that he knows it had been you that the rumor surrounded. 

"You stopped being my friend because of a rumor?"

"You don't believe it?"

James laughs. "Believe it? I never did, and now I believe it even less because it's you." James holds your chin, his thumb gently stroking your skin. "Why didn't you come to me? I could have helped you. You didn't have to go through this all alone," he whispers sadly. 

You look at him, feeling overwhelmed all over again. "I- I thought you knew—"

He shakes his head, his expression stern. "Why would you think that?"

You chew on your lower lip, avoiding his gaze now. The words suddenly feel too embarrassing for you to admit out loud. But you can't avoid them now. You're stuck. "Well, you started to compliment me more. You would call me pretty and all that and I- with the rumor going around I assumed y-you just wanted me to sleep with you. It feels so stupid to say now, but you weren't the first boy to see me like that and I didn't know what to think. I just had to distance myself from you and all your sweet words. I'm sorry."

James's heart sinks and he feels sick. "You assumed I was being ingenuine?" He sees the panic behind your eyes and he feels bad. He doesn't mean to interrogate you. He isn't upset that you assumed he was just like all the others, he's more upset that you'd kept this feeling for three years. 

He holds you closer, still stroking your cheek as he keeps his breathing steady. You're so beautiful and he wants nothing more than to tell you. But he knows it isn't the time. "I'm sorry you've had shitty experiences with arseholes in the past, and judging by how upset you seemed, Griffins seems to have been one of them," he says, any angry look passing across his features again.

He lets out a breath and continues, "I promise you, I didn't know and I didn't compliment you with any ulterior motives. I just, well, I thought you looked pretty and you deserved to know it."

Your heart melts as you look at him and the walls you'd built start to crumble. You look at James and he looks like the same boy you knew three years ago. 

He looks at you the same way as if nothing had changed and you hadn't abandoned him over something so stupid. You strain a small smile, looking a little bashful. "You've always been too kind, James Potter." 

James shakes his head. "You deserve it and more," he whispers. He sounds sincere and still shame bubbles in your stomach. 

"Your game—"

"Can wait," James walks closer, his hand inching towards you as he delicately brushes his pinky with yours. "You're more important."

You feel like you're floating. 

"There's no need to feel alone anymore," he adds, smiling. "I'm here with you."

You could faint. 

"Now, what suitable punishment do you think Griffins deserves?" A familiar smirk graces James's features and he pauses for a moment before he muses darkly, "I know a potion that can cause hair loss—permanently. Or blistering acne?" he sends you a wink. 

You laugh, tracing his palm with your finger. You don't say a word and instead, you walk into his arm and hug him again. James is surprised for a moment until he relaxes into your touch. He inhales, smelling your shampoo and he smiles. He's really missed this. 

For the first time, James doesn't care that he's missing the most important of the season. He doesn't care how angry his teammates will be or how disappointed McGonagall will be with him. He'll deal with the consequences later. All that matters now is you in his arms. 

He's determined not to let you slip from his grasp again.  

[moonstruckme]

hi, my love! i hope you’re doing okay!

i’d be really interested to see the protectiveness of the marauders and how it plays out in a poly!marauders dynamic. say something happens to r (can be as minor or as severe as you prefer). how would each marauder react and how would their dynamics bounce off each other? would it make the situation better or worse?

I find it funny picturing r attempting to wrangle all three of her boys from throwing hands (especially if it was a mistake or a miscommunication between r and the “offender”) and they’re bouncing off each other and riling themselves up more and she’s just like, ffs I’m so sorry and tries her best to manhandle her three boyfriends away for a stern talking to. Like, thank you guys for protecting me and all that but a) t’was a mistake / miscommunication, and b) i can sort my own shit and will ask if i need back up (Sirius in the back like no need to ask, i’m ready to go bby). Everyone’s like wtf Remus?! because he’s usually the chill one and it’s just a cluserfuck of misplaced angst and fluffy humour.

this might overlap with some other requests you’ve written, so feel free to ignore or tweak as you see fit! no idea if this makes any sense but hope it’s fun to write if you decide to!

Hi lovely! I've done a couple fics with protective marauders before, so I wanted to try something a little different based on your prompt. I had a different vision in my head than how it turned out, but I hope you like it <3

cw: alcohol, sexual assault, violence

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.7k words

You’ve been known to be a…somewhat short-fused drunk. It’s not that you’ll get angry with anyone for anything, only that the sort of behavior that you might normally try to ignore, you…don’t. This is usually the behavior of men. 

It’s one of those nights where the club is made up of about forty percent young girls and sixty percent older, eagle-eyed men. You’re glad for your boyfriends, who ward off the other men like a force field around you. You feel lucky to have it and disgusted to need it. 

James’ laughter is loud and bright as you spin him around after he does you. You echo it, pleased at having inspired such a sound. With his large, sturdy build, it’s rare for James to get very drunk, but he’s about where you are now. Which is to say, you’ve been sloppily dancing and giggling with each other for the last hour. 

Remus rolls his eyes fondly when James nearly spins himself out of balance, steadying him with a hand on his back. 

“I’m gonna go take a piss,” Sirius shouts. 

James laughs again, planting a wet kiss on his cheek. “Classy, babe.” 

“Bugger off.” Sirius shoves him playfully into Remus’ chest. 

You dance with them both for a minute longer before leaning in to shout, “Okay if I go get more drinks?” 

Remus eyes you both for a second, but nods. “Alright. I’ll come with you.” 

“No, stay.” You set a hand on his chest. “Don’t let Jamie dance alone. I’ll be right back, yeah?” 

You don’t give him a chance to respond as you head for the bar. It’s crowded, but you’re not about to worm between some middle-aged men to get to the front. You stand up on your toes and wait to catch the bartender’s eye. 

“What’s your name?” Suddenly there’s a warm body pressed up behind yours, hands on your hips. 

Your blood, already warmed by alcohol, turns hot in an instant. You step forward, too quick for the man behind you to follow. Turn to look him in the eyes. 

“Don’t touch me,” you say firmly. 

“Okay.” The man raises his eyebrows at you. He looks nearly old enough to be your father—certainly old enough to be someone’s father—with waxy skin and thinning hair combed over the front of his head. He’s in a suit like he came here from work. “Sorry, relax. I just think you’re beautiful.” 

“I’m here with someone.” Someones, you could say, but you’ve learned it’s easier in some situations to make it sound like you only have one partner, for brevity’s sake. And there’s nothing you desire more than for this interaction to be brief. 

He gives a little laugh. “Don’t take things so seriously, I’m only complimenting you. Do you like to dance?” 

You give him a hard look. “Only with my boyfriend.” 

“You look like you dance.” His eyes skim down your frame, raptorial. “I can tell. You have the body for it.” 

No sooner does his large, meaty hand connect with your ass than you’re grabbing it by the wrist, your free hand balling and aiming for his face. 

His surprised grunt comes in sync with a “Woah!” from behind you. 

You turn to find Remus and James, looking like they’ve just broken through the crowd. James is staring at you with wide eyes. One of the men near you at the bar sets a hand on your shoulder, pulling you away from the creep and forcing you to drop his wrist, but Remus is there in an instant. 

“Oi.” He grabs you, removing the man’s hand and caging you in his arms. “She’s fine.” 

“She hit him!” the man accuses. The guy from before is leaning forward with a hand pressed over his face. 

James is incredulous. “Did you see what he did to her?” 

The other man looks between you like he’s realized he’s missing something, and Remus takes a couple of steps back from the crowd with you in his arms. Meanwhile, your attacker seems to be recovering from his shock. He lowers his hand to reveal a discolored mark on his jaw, gaping at you. 

“You fucking cunt!” 

James gives him a hard shove, and more shouting starts up around the bar, various other patrons either cheering the fight on or trying to break it up. Remus grabs James by his shirt, tugging him along as he herds you towards the exit. “Alright, we’re going, we’re going.” 

Your journey out of the building is hurried and difficult to follow in your addled state, but everything seems to catch up to you when the dark club gives way to glaring fluorescent streetlights. You bend over under a wave of nausea. 

“Hey.” James sounds more sober than he had a few minutes ago. He stoops to look at you, your eyes wet. “You okay?” 

Remus says something to him quietly, passing James the car keys. He unwinds his arm from around you and kisses your head. 

“I’ll be right back,” he says gently. “Go wait in the car, okay?” 

“Okay…” Your voice is hardly a whimper. “Where are you going?” 

But Remus is already gone, waving down the bouncer outside of the club. 

You turn to James. “Where is he going?” 

Tears blink out of your eyes as you ask. The corners of James’ mouth turn down sympathetically. 

“Oh, my girl.” He wraps a big arm around your shoulders, kissing your head as he leads you towards the car. “What’s wrong? Does your hand hurt?” 

You shake your head, though it does a little. Your knuckles and the tops of your fingers feel odd and sore, and there’s a throbbing that goes all the way down to your wrist. That’s not what’s bothering you, though. You’re not sure if you can pick what’s bothering you. The predatory stares you’ve endured all night; the sickening realization of the man’s body pressed up against yours; his easy, blithe laughter; your own white-hot anger, there and gone before you could take account of yourself—it’s all too much. 

“I can’t believe I hit him,” you admit tearfully. 

James lets out a little laugh. “I saw, baby.” He unlocks the car, opening the back door. 

“I didn’t mean to.” 

“I—oh, okay.” James doesn’t stop you when you don’t get in, instead sitting on the floor of the car with your feet on the gravel parking lot. He sits beside you. “It’s okay if you did. He deserved it.” 

You put your head in your hands. “I don’t hit people.” 

He makes a soft sound. A big hand lands between your shoulder blades, rubbing softly. “I know you don’t, sweetheart. It’s…I get that you wouldn’t usually, but I think this counts as a special circumstance. Rem, he saw what was happening, but we couldn’t get to you fast enough. I’m proud of you for standing up for yourself, you know?” 

You don’t reply, and he lets you sit in silence for a while, your weeping gradually stopping. When Remus comes back, it’s with Sirius in tow. 

“What the fuck happened?” Sirius asks tipsily. “I was looking for you!” 

“Did Remus not tell you?” James sounds excited to be the one to share the news. 

“Alright, dove?” Remus asks at a more reasonable volume, crouching in front of you. “Does your hand hurt? Can I see?” 

“No, he’s being bloody tight-lipped.” Sirius ruffles Remus’ hair. “Just said you had to go. Oi, you alright, lovely?” 

“She punched a guy in the face,” James says proudly. 

“She what?” Sirius’ mouth pops open. You shrink some under his gaze. “Baby, you what?” 

“I didn’t mean to!” you insist, though it’s hard to stay miserable when two of your boyfriends look so obviously delighted. 

Sirius shakes his head, awestruck. “What did I miss?” 

James fills him in quickly while Remus prods at your hand, eventually commending you on a rather clean hit after he’s certain you didn’t break anything. Sirius can hardly keep his mouth shut while James talks, nor can James keep from using a series of vulgar names for the man who’d touched you, though he checks on you a couple of times to be sure his storytelling isn’t upsetting you. When he’s done, Sirius’ stare has darkened, his arms crossing as he leans against the side of the car. 

“Do we think he could perhaps use a matching bruise on the other side?” he muses, gaze flicking to the entrance of the club. “Maybe one of you could point him out to me.” 

“You’ll get to see him soon,” says Remus. You look at him questioningly, but he only gives you a small smile. Cryptic.

“Really, she’s already handled it rather well herself.” James slides his arm around your shoulders, planting a kiss on your head. “You should have seen it, I had no idea she could punch like that.” 

“Me neither,” you sigh. 

Just then, the door to the club bangs open. Two bouncers come out in their uniform black tees, hauling between them another man. 

“Alright, alright, leave off!” The creep from earlier struggles in their grasp. All three of your boyfriends tense. As he comes through the doorway, his discolored jaw catches the light. 

Sirius whistles. “Shit. That is bloody gorgeous.” 

You feel the beginnings of a smile tugging at your lips, but try to remain contrite. You catch Remus’ eye. 

“It was rather impressive,” he says, also smiling. 

You chew your lip. “You don’t think it was wrong?” 

“What’s wrong about it?” Sirius asks. “He touched you, you touched him. I’d have done the same if I were there.” 

Remus rolls his eyes. “We know, love.” 

“I’m just saying, I could make it symmetrical…” 

“No,” Remus says sternly. He helps you up, ushering you into the backseat. “It’s time to go home.” 

James buckles in beside you while Remus gets into the driver’s seat. Sirius lingers outside the car. 

“He’s not gotten far yet, are we sure…” 

“Aw, baby, does your hand hurt?” James asks loudly. 

Sirius turns, crawling in to get a look. “Shit, did you bruise something? How’d you make a fist? Show me.” 

James reaches across him to shut the door, and Remus drives away.

[prettydaisygirl]

Can I make a request for Streamer!James who discovered that some people in his fandom are hating us, plssss I'm so obsessed with him 😩

Hiii, my love! Thank you so much for requesting this! I've been trying to figure out my next idea and this was perfect! I am literally so in love with streamer!James, I would do anything for himmmmm. Hope you enjoy <3

streamer!James Potter x fem!superfan!reader who is getting hate for dating James ✿ 1.4k words

cw: fem reader, marauders as live-streamers, online bullying/harassment, reader is getting disgusting messages/comments, James is sooooo loverboy, James-centric

james potter masterlist

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You haven’t been in James’ chat for at least three of his streams now.

Not that you have to be, and James knows with the time difference and the increasing busy-ness of your schedule that you might not make every single stream. But you usually try not to miss more than one, and you’ve been quieter in DMs too. You’re usually always in his chat, always enthusiastic, always sweet and wonderful and sending him pictures that have him tripping over his words and drooling.

The boys have noticed your distance too.

“Trouble in paradise?” Sirius asks just after James clicks ‘end stream’, coming into his room without permission. James swivels around in his chair to face his best friend, a look of slight panic on his face.

“Do you think she’s mad at me? Did she say something?” James scrambles for any kind of information or explanation, but Sirius just smirks at him, leaning against James’ desk.

“Why’re you asking me? Ask Rem,” Sirius pushes his hair behind his shoulder dramatically as James darts out of his gaming chair and across the common space to Remus’ bedroom. He opens the door without knocking, much like Sirius did. The other man is still on his computer, downloading his VOD to work on a video, probably. Remus gives James a knowing look as he turns around.

“What did she say?” James asks, leaning against Remus’ desk, causing his little figurines and stacks of books and papers to rattle. “Did I say something wrong?”

Remus sighs, rubbing at his temples with his fingers. “Why would you assume she told me? You’re her boyfriend.”

James tilts his head, narrowing his eyes at Remus, who sighs and gives in.

“I don’t know why she isn’t coming to stream,” Remus shakes his head, his voice raspy as he pulls up his DMs with you. You and Remus have become quite close friends, though you don’t talk to him nearly as much as you talk to James, obviously. “She told me people have been messaging her since she surprised you at the convention.”

“Yeah, I know, people love us!” James beams, thinking about all of the love and support you and Prongs have gotten since announcing your relationship last month. A super fan who becomes his girlfriend? The fanfictions write themselves. He’s seen all of the edits of you and him, fan accounts, and even merch. He loves it, obviously, because he loves you. He just hasn’t told you yet.

When Remus’ smile falters, James’ does too, “What? What’s that look for?”

“I think… there are a lot of people who are happy for you,” Remus says slowly, scrolling through his chat log with you as he glances through previous messages. He frowns, his scrolling ceasing as he looks at one in particular. He clicks on it, and it takes over the screen. “But, I also think you have a lot of fans who don’t exactly love the fact that you’re taken. You know your audience James, a lot of them watch you because you’re… well, you know.” 

Remus’ wrist gestures toward the monitor, and James leans down to take a better look at the screen, eyes taking in the picture. You’ve sent it to Remus, a screenshot of a message someone had sent you just last week. The day before you stopped coming to his streams. 

Obviously he sees your username, his heart fluttering every time he does. God, he’s whipped. He doesn’t recognize the other username, maybe just a hint of familiarity from seeing it within the hundreds of usernames in his chat, but that’s about it. It’s the message itself that makes him feel sick.

he doesn’t really like you.  he’s only talking to you because you’re the only whore in his chat that would actually send him pictures.  slut. 

James feels like his heart is sinking through his stomach. Someone sent this to you and you didn’t come to him?

When Remus clicks onto the next one, James realizes things are worse than he thought they were. This one is a screenshot of the comment section from a photo of you two kissing at the convention. 

babyboiprongs_: he’s really dating yourusername???  babyboiprongs_: gross grtftntplyr00: prongs is ruined now rip o7 :(((((( prongswormpadmoon: prongs noooooo whyyyyy :/ 

James feels like he’s going to throw up. How had he not seen these comments? He feels like he scrolled through everything. 

“She… she sent you all this?” James’ voice is light, like he is in shock or disbelief, and there’s a whirlwind of emotions happening behind his dark eyes.

“There’s… I mean, there’s more than this,” Remus tells James quietly, his eyes gentle with pity as he watches James, who runs a hand through his dark, unruly curls. 

“Why wouldn’t she tell me?” James feels small in a way that he hasn’t before, and he hates it. He just wants to protect you, he doesn’t want to know you were upset and he wasn’t there to help you. 

Remus gives James a bit of a deadpan look, “Of course she’s not going to say anything to you, Prongs. She probably thinks she’s ruining your career!”

“But she’s not!” James retorts quickly, his gaze growing more frantic by the minute.

“Well, I know that!” Remus rolls his eyes, “You’re allowed to date, James. Some of your fans won’t like it but it’s your life. You need to put a boundary there, tell them you won’t tolerate it.”

James looks down, his mind racing. And in that moment, he makes a decision.

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It took him a few days to get everything ready. He got what he needed, he filmed his video, edited it, and now all he needs to do is press upload. His finger hesitates over the button, and in a very un-James Potter-like decision, he decides to rewatch it one more time before uploading it. 

Video Title: i love you

James beams at the camera, his headphones over his ears but he isn’t on the edge of the screen with a game taking up most of it like usual. There is no game, just him. He’s wearing a shirt with your face on it. Well, really, it’s a shirt with him kissing your cheek but his face got mostly cropped out and he doesn’t mind at all. 

He waves at the camera, “Hello everyone! I know it’s weird seeing me in a video and not on live, but there is something I want to talk about.”

“It has recently come to my attention that some people in my community have been leaving rude, hateful, and honestly just disgusting messages in my girlfriend’s comment section and DMs. And I want to tell you to stop that right fucking now.” 

He has never sounded so angry in anything he has uploaded before. He thought about re-recording it but he truly does feel that angry.

“Not only is online hate and bullying of any kind absolutely not okay, but if I see it in my chat, or anywhere in my girlfriend’s messages or comments, I will permanently block and ban you. That applies to hate about anyone on our team or in our lives. The other marauders have agreed to ban you as well.”

“And to my wonderful girlfriend, who has felt like she can’t come to my streams because she might ‘ruin my career’... baby, I love you. I know I haven’t told you that yet, but I do. I would give up my whole career for you, even though that won’t happen. I know most of my audience aren’t hateful and don’t leave those comments. I’ve seen all of the love we have gotten. But I want to protect you, I want to love you, and I want them to love you too. So please come back to stream, chat misses you. I miss you even more.”

“And, to those of you who have been leaving nice comments, thank you! I do read them, and they mean a lot to me, I know they mean a lot to her too. No true fan of mine would be upset at seeing me happy, and I appreciate you all so much for your support.”

He reaches for the camera like he might turn it off and hesitates. He leans back and beams even brighter. 

“And no, you can’t buy this shirt. It’s one of a kind, just like my girl.” 

James almost cringes at himself when the video ends. He knows he has to post it. Both for you and for himself. 

He clicks ‘post.’ And he has no regrets. 

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© prettydaisygirl

[marauder-misprint]

Hi love! I came across your blog and fell in love with your writing! I was wondering if you would write a James x f!reader request where James is oblivious to his feelings so Sirius teams up with reader to “fake date” and make James ask her out. I always love jealous James and bonus if Sirius’s plot ends in Wolfstar getting together too LOL!!

Hi! Thank you for this request ❤︎ I swear, this would've been like half the length if my brain didn't require some kind of build-up lol. Not sure how I feel about the ending, but it is what it is. (My first attempt at writing Wolfstar so it's not great)

Hope you enjoy ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎

Protective/Jealousy

James Potter x fem!reader

7.2k words

cw: angst, fluff, pining, fake dating, no y/n

If anyone was keeping track, you were Lily’s friend first. You have been since first year. She was someone who didn’t mind making friends in different houses. She was just friendly like that and you loved her for it. It was so nice to be around her. 

You were with her when you first got formally introduced to the Marauders in your third year. You were studying with her in the library when they approached her, the group being led by James. You had noticed that one was rarely without the others. 

“Evans! What a coincidence that you’re here!” James said as they approached your table. “Would you mind if we study with you?” 

Lily rolled her eyes, ready to give a curt denial, but then Sirius noticed you.

“Before you answer that, you should introduce us to your friend!”

He gave you an obvious once over. Across the table, Lily gave you an apologetic look. She knew that you had yet to really interact with the boys, as if Sirius asking for your name wouldn’t have given that away. You said your name with a polite smile.

“And we do mind if you study at this table. We actually intend on getting work done,” Lily said before anyone could get another word. 

You were undecided if you would’ve minded, but if Lily didn’t want them at the table, you’d agree. 

“So, go away Potter and company,” she said when they didn’t leave right away. 

“You don’t know what you’re missing, my dear Lilypad,” James said before walking away, followed by the other three boys. 

Once they were a good distance away, you snorted a laugh. “Lilypad?”

“I think it’s an attempt at flirting? Which is rather disgusting from him.”

You didn’t quite agree with Lily that it was disgusting. James seemed nice enough from what you’d seen in classes and he wasn’t bad looking. But it was Lily’s opinion. She had the right to that. 

That wasn’t the last you interacted with the Marauders. It would have been strange if it had, being that you had four more years of school with them. But you actually became friends with them. Around a week after officially meeting them, you joined a dueling club. None of your friends wanted to join so you went alone and lo and behold, the four of them were there. You stood near them. 

“Hey, Lily’s friend, right?” James greeted you.

You nodded as Remus said your name, apparently a needed refresher for the rest of the group. Standing with them, however, didn’t mean that you had to duel any of them. It actually led to the opposite. The seventh year in charge of the club had created pairs himself, so you got partnered with a fifth year Hufflepuff. You had expected the pairs to keep to the years for skill level or various spell knowledge. But then the seventh year started introducing tactics and said that he knew it would be review for some people but it was good to review the basics. It ended up not being as bad as you thought. By the sounds of it, you’d be split into different pairs based on perceived skill at a later meeting.

Being in the club with the Marauders was the match that lit the fire of your friendship. They started saying hi to you in the corridors and remembering your name. They occasionally chatted with you after class. When Professor Sprout had students pair up with someone they hadn’t worked with yet that term, Remus picked you. And they talked to you more and more with each dueling club meeting. 

“Hey, what’re you doing after this?” James asked you as you watched Sirius and Remus duel.

“I don’t know. Homework, draw, paint, read?” 

“That’s boring. Come watch me and Sirius practice.”

You looked at James with a slightly confused look. 

“Practice?”

“Quidditch? We’re on the Gryffindor team.”

James had been on the team last year, so you had assumed that he would be on it again this year. You were fairly certain that Sirius hadn’t been on the team previously so that was new. 

“Oh, uh, maybe?”

You didn’t want to offend James, but watching a different house’s quidditch team practice sounded boring, even if you were friends with people on the team. 

Peter nudged your side. “Come watch. Me and Rem’ll be there.”

“Oh, okay then.” You gave James a sympathetic smile. “I would’ve felt weird sitting alone, you know?”

He laughed, nodding. With perfect timing, Remus and Sirius’ dueling time ended and you took your place across from Peter. Then after the meeting ended, you walked with the boys to the quidditch pitch. James and Sirius left you to head to the lockers and you followed Peter and Remus up into the stands. It was a bit colder in the air. You hadn’t brought a jacket with you to the dueling club. 

“You two always watch them practice?” you asked.

“Afternoon practices when the weather’s nice. I don’t fancy sitting out in the rain,” Remus said. 

“Or getting out of bed at the ass crack of dawn,” Peter added with a chuckle. 

It was weird actually sitting in the stands. Usually students stood for the entirety of quidditch matches. You leaned back as the team rose into the air and started warming up. You watched for a few minutes with silent curiosity. Quidditch matches were fun, but this was new. Remus was watching you with the same amount of curiosity. 

“So James asked you to come?” he asked.

You hummed. James and another one of the chasers were passing a quaffle back and forth while flying around the pitch. Sirius and the other beater were stationed on opposite sides of the pitch, hitting a bludger back and forth. 

“And you came?”

“Better than doing homework,” you said with a shrug.

“That it is,” Peter said. “That it is.”

You started going to all the practices that Remus and Peter went to. You occasionally sat with the boys during meal time and you would work on assignments together. Lily noticed you were spending more and more time with them. You told her about the dueling club. They were nice to you. Why wouldn’t you be friends with them?

You were actually becoming more than basic friends with them. It really didn’t take long until you were spending most of your time with them. Of the four boys, you were particularly drawn to James. There was something about the way he made you laugh and how easy it was to talk to him. You sat next to him during meals, when you worked on assignments and in a few classes. When you were simply relaxing, you always seemed to be at his side. He was your favorite. 

James liked being around you too. He liked your smile and the sound of your laugh. He liked how you were always down to go with him when he wanted to split off from the group, like when he would go on snack runs to the kitchen or wanted to spend more time in Spintwitches in Hogsmeade. But it wasn’t just that. You listened to what he said and understood what he didn’t say. Your presence somehow calmed him if he was nervous or jittery, and invigorated dull moments. 

Your friendship with James didn’t go unnoticed by the other three. Instead of looking for Remus and Peter, or even Sirius, after a quidditch win, James was looking for you. And you always ran to him first. He’d pull you into a hug and lift you off the ground. Then he’d keep an arm draped over your shoulder as you congratulated Sirius. And then when they snuck you into the tower for the party, you’d sit between James and one of the boys. When James brought butterbeers to the table in the Three Broomsticks, he always gave the first mug to you. When you joined the group late, you’d lean over James’ shoulder to announce your arrival. 

Before the end of third year, you and James were undoubtedly best friends. Over the next two years, you only got closer with the boys. Your spot in the group was cemented. 

And you kept being more drawn to James. It took you a while to realize what it was. You didn’t just like him. You really like him. As more than a friend. His arm loosely draped over your shoulder platonically was no longer enough. His brief hugs after quidditch wins weren’t long enough. You wanted him to kiss you, to hold you, to ask you out and call you his. But you can’t tell him any of that because you love your friendship with him and you can’t risk losing that. 

James would tell anyone who asked that you were his best friend and his favorite person. He didn’t acknowledge that you were the reason he stopped flirting with Lily, but he knew that if he could, he’d sit next to you in every class and have you sit next to him at the Gryffindor table for every meal and spend every afternoon in their common room. You’re his best friend. It was perfectly normal for him to devote all of his attention to when you were around. It was expected of him to offer you compliments and to carry your books from time to time. 

A few weeks into sixth year, you got a note from your professor to be out after curfew so you could work on your star charts in the Astronomy Tower. Your charts were missing a few smaller stars and you asserted to the professor that you needed 100% completion. So you sat alone in the tower with your telescope. You were focused. So focused that you didn’t hear Sirius come up the stairs, having found you with the help of the Marauders’ Map. 

“What’re you up to?” he asked.

You jumped, your telescope tumbling onto the floor next to you. “Sirius? Um, star charts. I’ve been struggling to complete them.” 

Why? Oh, you know, because you always work with James and lately you’ve been having more trouble than usual paying attention. You’re convinced he got a new cologne or something. Maybe a new shampoo that makes his hair look better under the moonlight? 

“You wouldn’t be struggling because of a certain glasses-wearing bloke with the world’s messiest hair and a tendency to spout quidditch facts when no one asks for them, would you?”

You turned bright red. You fiddled with your telescope so you didn’t have to look right at Sirius. 

“I… He can be distracting. With his jokes and stuff, you know, the quidditch facts and plays he’s devising.”

“Uh-huh. That’s what you’re distracted by.” You could hear the smirk in Sirius’ voice.

“Do me a favor?”

“What?”

“Shut up and sod off.”

Sirius laughed and sat down next to you. “You fancy Prongs.”

“Shut. Up. And. Sod. Off,” you said through gritted teeth. 

You knew you fancied James. You didn’t need Sirius teasing you about it. 

“You know,” Sirius said, sounding a little too casual, “he fancies you too.”

“He doesn’t.” 

“And you’d know that?” 

“Yeah,” you said indignantly. “I think I’d know if my best friend fancied me.”

“Sure, sure.” Sirius cleared his throat to prevent himself from laughing. “So it’s just coincidence that his star charts are worse than yours and his notes for Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts are nonexistent and he nearly blew up the Potions classroom when you leaned over him to grab a measuring cup?” 

“Sirius, we mess around. It’s what friends do. And I bumped him. That’s why the daisy root ended up in the potion.”

“If you say so…” 

“I do.” 

You put the telescope back up to your eye and looked at the stars. Sirius watched you for a minute. He was wondering how you could be so blind to how James gravitated toward you in a way that he didn’t for anyone else. He sighed.

“Do you want my help?” he asked.

“With the chart? Actually, yeah. I can’t see anything.”

Sirius chuckled. That wasn’t what he was asking, but he wasn’t going to correct you. Not now, at least. He took your star chart and started marking various missing stars. Then he’d try to point them out to you in the sky. 

Sirius wasn’t done trying to get you and James to see that you both liked each other. He decided to make it his mission. It was certainly better than dealing with his own feelings. He waited a few days before attempting to talk to James. 

You had just said goodnight to them, leaving James and Sirius to finish the walk back to Gryffindor Tower by themselves. 

“She looked nice today, don’t you think?” Sirius asked, watching you walk away. 

“Always looks nice,” James said without missing a beat. 

“Ever think about kissing her?” 

James’ eyes snapped to Sirius. “What?”

Sirius shrugged and turned to start walking. 

“She’s fit. Funny. Puts up with our bullshut. Kinda perfect if you think about it. I’d give it a go, wouldn’t you?”

“I… er, no. She’s one of my best friends, Padfoot. One of our best friends. Show her some respect,” James said.

“So you don’t… fancy her?”

James glared at Sirius. The answer was he did fancy you. A lot. But saying it out loud would make it real. Telling someone made it real. 

“No.”

Sirius knew James was lying to him and himself. 

“So you don’t mind if I ask her out?”

James’ jaw clenched. He hesitated before responding. He didn’t think Sirius would actually go through with it, and even if he did, you wouldn’ say yes. 

“Go for it.”

Sirius nodded and the rest of the walk back to the tower was silent. Both boys were thinking about you. James had thought you looked nice today; he noticed you put a little extra effort into your hair. The idea of Sirius going on a date with you made his stomach churn. But James knew you. You didn’t like Sirius like that. You’d say no if he asked. Sirius, on the other hand, was creating a plan in his head to get James to admit that he likes you. You at least owned up to it when he called you out. 

“Wait up!” Sirius said, hurriedly putting his stuff away after Ancient Runes. 

You paused and turned back toward Sirius. He gave you a wide smile once he was ready to go.

“Thanks. So, I wanted to talk to you about Prongs again.”

“This should be good,” you groan.

“I swear to Merlin he likes you. I know him and I see how he looks at you.”

“Padfoot, I know him too. That’s how I know I’m just his best friend.”

“Who hasn’t dated anyone.”

“Because I’m hopeless.”

“No. He hasn’t dated anyone either. Hasn’t kissed anyone. Stopped flirting with Evans,” Sirius listed off. “He likes you.”

“He doesn’t.”

“What if I can prove it to you?”

You laughed. “How?”

“Go on a date with me.”

“What?” you gasped. 

“Go on a date with me. Pretend to be my girlfriend. Watch him get jealous. It’ll be more than best friend protectiveness. It’ll be someone-else-is-dating-the-girl-I’m-in-love-with level jealousy.”

“You want me to pretend to date you?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re certain he likes me?”

“Yes.”

You pressed your lips together as you considered it. You didn’t know if you could believably fake-date Sirius, but it would make proving that you were right easier. 

“Alright,” you said.

“Alright?”

“Yeah. And when we prove you wrong, we’ll tell the others it was fake to someone jealous. Someone from Hufflepuff. And we’ll say it didn’t work, because it didn’t. They’ll buy that.”

“Or, when it proves me right, we’ll tell them it was fake so you and Prongs can run off into the sunset together or something cheesy.”

“Right, because that’s going to happen,” you said with an eye roll. 

“What’s going to happen?” Peter asked, walking up to you and Sirius. 

“Padfoot getting 100% on the next Runes exam,” you said quickly. “With the way he studies? Not a chance in hell.” 

“I don’t need to study, I got that natural intelligence.” 

James and Remus were already in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom when the three of you arrived. Like clockwork, you took your spot next to James and got out your notes. James leaned back in his chair, watching you. 

“You’re going to let me study those, right?” he asked with a smirk. 

You laughed and slid the parchment toward him. “Do you think they’ll be much help?”

James took one look at your notes before bursting out laughing. It was a collection of doodles and written conversations between you and James. When Sirius said that James’ didn’t have Defense notes, he didn’t consider that you also didn’t have any. Apparently, he forgot that everyone uses Remus’ notes. 

“I mean, this is very useful… just not for this class.”

“Maybe if someone was trying to figure out how much we pay attention?”

“They don’t need your notes to figure that out,” Remus said. 

You and James both turned around in your seats. 

“What you mean by that?” you asked.

“That you spend way too much time smiling and laughing. Ask anyone.”

You and James made eye contact and simultaneously rolled your eyes. That was the professor’s fault for letting you choose your own seats. You were going to sit next to your best friend. So, if you didn’t play attention, that was on them, not you. 

The rest of the morning went by as it normally would. You and James didn’t pay much attention to Defense Against the Dark Arts. You tried to not fall asleep on Lily’s shoulder during History of Magic, and then you walked with her to the Great Hall for lunch. You sat down between Remus and James and started filling your plate. Peter was complaining about the assignment he had gotten in Divination. None of you were sure why Peter took that class to begin with, nor why he decided to continue on with it for N.E.W.T.s. You reminded him of that. He responded by flicking a grape at you. 

“Damn, left my Herbology stuff in my dorm,” you said, looking into your bag after you finished eating. “Guess I’ll meet you guys in the greenhouses.”

You got up and headed out of the Great Hall. Sirius watched James watch you go. Then he got up and jogged up to you as you reached the doors. 

“Hey!”

“Do you need me to grab you parchment or something?” you asked, slowing your pace for him to catch up.

“No, but Wormtail cut us off earlier. I was thinking we launch into our plan this weekend. I’ll plan us a nice little date,” he said. 

You gave him a sideways glance. He looked like the epitome of relaxed and casual with his hands shoved in his pockets and shoulders back, topped with a lazy grin. 

“Okay. You’ll tell me more later then? After you’ve planned something?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. I’ll see you in Herbology,” you said, turning in the direction of your common room.

Sirius turned back around to return to the boys. 

“What was that about?” Peter asked when Sirius sat back down at the table.

“Asked her on a date.”

The three boys stared at Sirius with surprise etched into all of their faces. When they talked about girls, you never came up, save the conversation James and Sirius had last night. 

“You did what?” Remus managed to get out after a minute of tense silence. “What did she say?”

“I asked her out and she said yes,” Sirius said casually, reaching for his cup. 

“She said yes?” James repeated and Sirius nodded.

“I did not see that coming,” Peter said.

“Some good your Divination class is doing for you,” Sirius laughed. 

James didn’t know how to act for the rest of the lunch period. Sirius actually asked you out and you said yes? This had to be a bad dream or something, right? You never said anything about liking Sirius and you’d tell James something like that. He would’ve been the best wingman for you. Well, in theory he would’ve been. 

Remus and Peter were skeptical of the idea of you and Sirius going on a date. They more or less had an inkling about James’ feelings for you, and that was something they didn’t see from Sirius. And they had thought that if you were going to date any of them, it would be James. It just made sense. You and Sirius? They weren’t sure. 

You didn’t act any different in the afternoon. You still sat by James. No one brought up the date, but there was something in the air that told you Sirius told them. He must have. That was part of this whole fake dating thing – see if James gets jealous. From what you could tell, he wasn’t jealous.

No one mentioned the date for the rest of the week, until Friday when Sirius told you to meet him by the Black Lake around 11. When you arrived at the lake, he had set up a picnic. 

“Wow, a real life picnic,” you laughed as you walked up to Sirius. 

“It’s a classic first date move. Great for talking and getting used to being near someone.”

“I don’t think I need to get used to being near you. I’m with you and the boys all the time.” 

You sat down on the blanket and Sirius mirrored you. 

“You haven’t been near-near me without the boys. Being near someone in a romantic setting is different than hanging out with friends. You know, hand holding, arms around each other, kissing. That stuff.”

The smile you had dropped from your face. “Kissing?” 

“I’m not saying that we have to kiss, no.” You sighed a breath of relief. “James should be plenty jealous before we’d get to that. Don’t get me wrong, you’re plenty fit and I would, but-”

“Don’t finish that sentence,” you said. “I think I get what you mean. At least enough of it.”

“Yeah. So, did you notice any changes in James since I told him I asked you out?”

“Not really. Prongs, Moony, Wormtail, they all seemed a little off, but I don’t think it’s jealousy.” 

“Well, Prongs has been having a tough time looking at me. I don’t think he thought I was actually going to ask you.” 

“Going to ask me?”

“I tried to get him to admit out loud that he fancies you by asking if he’d mind if I asked you out. … Sandwich?”

“You asked him… What did he say?”

“‘Go for it.’” 

“I told he doesn’t like me like that. He bloody told you to ask me out.”

“If he doesn’t like you like that, why can’t he look at me?” 

“Because he thinks this is real and if it goes south, bye bye friendship?” 

“I live at his house, love.”

“Not bye bye Padfoot. Bye bye me.”

Sirius laughed. “You think that he’d stop being your friend? That’s cute.”

“Like you said, you live at his house. You’re brothers. I’d be the one to go.”

“Trust me, you’re not going anywhere. Now come on, I didn’t bring you out here to talk about losing James. We are here to eat!”

Back in their dorm, James was pacing. He had been pacing since he got back from lunch with Remus and Peter, both of whom were working on homework. 

“It’s weird, right?” James asked, running a hand through his hair. 

“What’s weird?” Remus asked back.

“That they’re on a date.” 

“Pads had a bit of a crush on her in third year. Maybe it never went away,” Peter said.

“But wouldn’t he have said something since then? Rather than just randomly saying ‘Oh, she’s fit’?” 

“When’d he say that?” Peter asked.

“Earlier this week.”

Remus sighed, putting his quill down. “Prongs, it’s Padfoot we’re talking about. He decides on things rather quickly, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t think things through.”

“He better have thought this through…” James grumbled.

He stopped pacing and leaned out the open window. He didn’t know if he should be angry or happy that the window didn’t give him a view of the lake. He didn’t want to see you on a date with Sirius, but he also wanted to make sure that he was treating you right, like how you deserved to be treated. 

At some point, Remus and Peter went down to the common room, leaving James alone in the dorm. He wasn’t feeling too sociable. He laid down on his bed, staring at the canopy above him. He didn’t move when Sirius came in. 

“Hey, Prongs. Why aren’t you downstairs?” he asked, throwing the blanket from the picnic on his bed. 

“Don’t feel like it.”

The room felt tense. Sirius knew why but he wasn’t going to address it until James did. James needed to come to terms with his feelings for you and making him suffer a little bit was a part of the process. 

“How… how was it?” James asked after what felt like half an hour – it had been maybe five minutes. 

“Good, really good. I think she was a bit surprised at how romantic I can be. But if there’s one thing Sirius Black is good at, it’s the art of wooing,” Sirius said with a smirk.

James scoffed. “The art of wooing?”

“Yeah. Giving girls the attention and romance they crave. And come on, it’s not like she’s had a ton of blokes vying for her. She deserves a little something-something.”

“So you’re taking her on pity dates?” James asked bitterly, sitting up to glare at Sirius.

“No, no!” he said, holding up his hands in defense. “I’m just saying that I’m showing her a good time. Something she hasn’t had before.” 

“A good time… Yeah, sure you are,” James muttered as he laid back down.

“You got a problem?” 

“Just don’t want you fucking up the friendgroup.”

“Hey, mate, you’re the one who told me to go for it. I did. The Marauders will be fine.”

James rolled his eyes and stood up, heading for the dorm’s door. 

“Where you going?”

“A walk,” James spat before slamming the door behind him.

Sirius chuckled to himself. James clearly wasn’t okay with Sirius having gone on a date with you. If this was him after one date, it wouldn’t be long until he admitted how he felt about you. 

James spent the rest of the day avoiding Sirius, and of course, that was a day you decided to eat dinner at your house’s table. He wanted to talk to you, make sure that you shared Sirius’ sentiment that it was a good date. However, you spent the next holed up in the library working on homework and James didn’t want to disturb you. He watched your name on the map for a while. Sirius found this quite amusing. 

And when Monday came, you were back with the Marauders like usual. Well, mostly. You sat next to Sirius at breakfast instead of James. It felt weird for you, but it was worse for James. Seeing you across the table wasn’t something he was used to. He told himself he was overreacting. He felt better when you walked next to him on the way to Potions.

“Hey,” he said. “I feel like I haven’t seen you since Friday.”

“Yeah, I was a bit behind on homework. Had to crank it out.”

“And your date with Sirius.” The words came out tinged with bitterness. He hadn’t meant for that. 

“Yeah,” you said, biting back a smile. “That too.”

“How was it?”

“Surprisingly nice.” It was an honest answer. “Talked, had lunch and just relaxed by the lake.”

“He treated you well?” 

You nodded. “Perfect gentleman.”

“Good, good. We accept nothing less.” James stopped walking and put a hand on your shoulder. “If he ever, and I mean ever, is less than a that, let me know and I’ll take care of it.”

“I’m a big girl, Prongs. I can take care of myself.” 

“I know. I just need you to know that I’m in your corner.”

“I know that.”

Despite his kind words, something sunk in your stomach. He wasn’t jealous. He was being protective like a brother would be. Like a best friend. You didn’t let it show on your face though; if you looked upset, James would assume it was because of Sirius. 

Besides sitting next to Sirius at meals instead of James, the next few days went by like usual. You slowly started forcing yourself to stand by Sirius instead of James, to appear to be drawn to him instead of James. It was a lot harder than you’d like to admit. Your second “date” with Sirius was a study date, just the two of you in the library. Remus watched James stare at the map for the entire time that Sirius was gone. 

The next day, you stabbed James in the heart. You walked into Defense Against the Dark Arts, laughing at something Sirius had just said, and then you sat down next to him. The spot next to James left an empty void. For the first time in a while, James attempted to take notes in that class. His eyes kept drifting to you. You and the parchment sitting between you and Sirius. James clenched his jaw and glared at his parchment. Why shouldn’t you sit next to your… your boyfriend in class? It made sense that you did. So then why did it feel like betrayal? 

He just missed his best friend. That’s what he kept telling himself as you spent more and more time with Sirius rather than him. Little moments that had been his were now given to Sirius. James hated how he noticed each smile you gave him. How your hands brushed. How Sirius would tuck your hair behind your ear to keep it out of your face. How you looked at each other now. 

How did James deal with all of that? He stopped talking to Sirius. Except for during quidditch, but even then, his responses were short and clipped. 

Sirius thought that James not speaking to him and avoiding him at times would be enough to prove to you that James was jealous. You disagreed. You said he was just in a mood, getting used to your faux-relationship. You pointed out that Remus was more withdrawn than usual too. In fact, it seemed like Peter was the only one unaffected by it. 

“I don’t think this is working, Sirius,” you told him as you laid in the Astronomy Tower with him. It was a star-gazing date. “How much longer do we do this for?” 

“I still can’t believe that you don’t see how jealous he is,” Sirius laughed.

“Because he’s not. You said it would be more than best friend protectiveness but that’s all it’s been.”

“There’s quidditch tomorrow. We’ll get him jealous, don’t you worry. I have a plan. You just have to keep doing what you’re doing and make sure you hug me first after we win, alright?”

“A hug is going to break him?” you asked incredulously. 

“I told you, I have a plan.”

“I swear to Merlin, if you kiss me-”

“I’m not going to kiss you. Not unless I get dared to or it’s spin the bottle or something. I… erm… I think I have my eye on someone else.”

You sat up and stared at Sirius with wide eyes. “Someone else?” 

Sirius didn’t say anything. He stayed lying down and staring up at the stars. 

“Sirius. You have your eye on someone else?”

“I think. I’m… I’m feeling things out mentally.”

You laughed and laid back down, laying closer to Sirius than you had been.

“Focusing on my problems rather than your own? How considerate, Black,” you said with a soft tone to your voice. 

“Yeah… I just hope I didn’t miss my chance…”

“Hey, like we’re going to do with James, you can tell her this was fake.”

‘Right. Her,’ Sirius thought.

Like many matches before, you stood between Remus and Peter, cheering for Gryffindor. You knew you should’ve been watching Sirius for most of the match, but you couldn’t. Your eyes kept drifting to James. They stayed there. You loved watching James play quidditch. It made him look so alive and you knew that’s how he felt. When the match ended with Gryffindor’s seeker catching the snitch, you joined the rest of Gryffindor in storming the pitch. Like Sirius told you to last night, you ran to him. He pulled you into a hug and spun you around, just like James usually did. 

It happened in slow motion for James. You, running onto the pitch with your beautiful smile spread across your face. You, running into Sirius’ open arms. You, laughing with your head thrown back as Sirius spun you around. You, remaining under his arm and barely sparing James a glance, let alone saying good job. 

It was a punch to the gut. James didn’t stay around to celebrate on the pitch. He headed back to the locker room, trying to decide if he wanted to throw Sirius off the bell tower or cry because you had always gone to him first. Then James saw Remus walking away from the pitch as well. Remus looked like he was going to puke. James changed his course. 

“Moons?” 

Remus looked up from his feet and offered James a weak smile. 

“Hey, what’s up?” James asked, now standing next to Remus. 

“It’s… it’s nothing.” Remus paused, looking over his shoulder at the crowd of rowdy Gryffindors. “Why aren’t you over there?”

“No… no reason.” 

“Right.” It came out choked and Remus mentally swore at himself. 

James pulled Remus behind the locker room.

“Sit and tell me what’s wrong,” James instructed, sitting down as well.

“It’s… fuck. It’s Padfoot.” 

James frowned. “Padfoot?”

Remus put his head in his hands and then shook his head. He took a shaky breath. 

“We… Padfoot and I… There was a moment. I thought… Thought that maybe… maybe he felt… fuck. I can’t,” Remus rambled out. 

“You and Padfoot?” James asked, voice gentle and non-judgmental. 

Remus nodded. He couldn’t say it out loud that he thought maybe Sirius liked him back. He didn’t need to. James understood what he meant. They sat in silence as the sound of the Gryffindor win slowly died out with students heading back to the castle. 

“You’ve had moments with her, haven’t you?” Remus asked.

James, who had been playing with the grass, stilled. 

“I… I don’t know. Have I?” 

Remus gave a dry chuckle. “That’s not something I can answer. It’s something you just know. You know when it happens.”

“I… I’m going to change. I’ll be quick… If you want to walk back together.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll wait.” 

James stood up, feeling awkward as he walked away. Had he had moments with you? He thought back to some of his favorite memories of you. Were those feelings more than friendship? More than a platonic love? The more he thought about it, the more he lingered on the memories of you under his arm and at his side, every time you smiled at him, every time he made you laugh, the time you cried over a bad grade and went to him for comfort – his stomach twisted. There had been moments. 

The walk back to the castle with Remus was quiet. Both boys wallowed in their feelings. Both were keenly aware that the other was deep in thought. It was jarring for them to walk into Gryffindor Tower, which was already loud with the beginnings of a party. And immediately, James and Remus saw you sitting next to Sirius on the couch. His arm was draped over your shoulder, fingers lazily dragging over your arm. 

“Right,” James said with a tight throat.

He went to grab a butterbeer and pretend to be in a good mood. They had just won a quidditch match for Merlin’s sake. He should be happy. He should be happy that his best friend was happy with his other best friend. And yet, he wanted nothing more than to drown himself in the shower before going to bed early. 

With all the noise in the room, your laughter rose above it all, like it was on a radio frequency just for James. He walked over with Remus to where you were sitting. All of their friends were there. He leaned against the wall to put some distance between you and him. But still, his eyes were drawn to you. 

When Sirius knew James was watching, he pulled you into his lap. You squealed and threw your arm around his neck to balance yourself. It was nauseating for James to witness. It was one thing for you to go on dates with Sirius, to be under his arm or have his arm around your waist. It was another to have Sirius spinning you around after a win. It was yet another for you to be sitting in his lap, laughing and running your fingers through his hair. James looked away, only to see Remus just as uncomfortable as he felt. 

Despite having just arrived, James walked away. He couldn’t bear to stand there and watch you with Sirius. Now that he knew… Maybe he had always known and just didn’t want to admit it. Now that James accepted that he wanted to be in Sirius’ position, he couldn’t watch Sirius have what he didn’t. James handed his barely drunk butterbeer to someone, he didn’t see nor care who it was, and left the common room.

You watched James leave, your smiling falling from your face. You looked to Peter and Remus. Neither one was moving to follow James out. You pushed yourself off of Sirius’ lap. You had noticed that James disappeared after you hugged Sirius on the pitch. And now he was disappearing after Sirius pulled you onto his lap. Maybe… maybe Sirius was right. 

“James?” you called after closing the portrait behind you. 

There was no response. You walked down the closest corridor. He had to be close. He stormed out, he didn’t run. You didn’t think James would run; it didn’t feel right. 

You saw him standing against the balustrade, a bit hunched over. 

“James,” you said softly, as if asking permission to approach. 

He visibly tensed at your voice and that made your heart ache. That wasn’t his normal reaction to your voice. You moved to lean against the balustrade next to him when he didn’t respond after a few seconds. 

“Are you okay?” Your voice was quiet and caring and all James could do for a moment was squeeze his eyes shut.

Then he said, “No.” 

You pressed your lips together. Your heart was pounding in your chest. Was he jealous?

“Can you tell me what’s wrong?” 

“I shouldn’t.”

You looked at James, but he wasn’t looking at you. He pushed his glasses up his nose before returning to his previous position. 

“Why not?” 

“It’s… not right. I messed up, that’s all.” 

“James,” you said firmly. 

Oh, how he loved the sound of you saying his name, even if it was like that. He looked at you and the expression on his face nearly broke your heart. 

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

James ran a hand through his hair before shaking his head. 

“It’s wrong for me to be upset,” he said, turning around and putting his hands on top of the railing to lean backwards against it. 

“Jaaaaaaaaames,” you dragged out his name, not looking away from him.

He sighed and looked up at the ceiling.

“I… Merlin, I’m so stupid…” He sighed again. “I told Sirius to go for it… I told him I was okay with him asking you out and… I’m not. I’m not okay with you dating him.” 

You didn’t say anything. You just let his words wash over you and sink in. 

“I guess I didn’t think he’d actually do it. I thought he was taking a piss. But I also didn’t think you’d say yes to him. You weren’t supposed to say yes.” His voice cracked and he took a shaky breath. “I didn’t realize how not okay I was until… until I saw you falling in love with him.”

You reached out to put your hand on his shoulder, but he shirked away from your touch. 

“I’m not falling in love Sirius,” you said as you let your hand remain hovering just over his shoulder. “I never was.”

James slowly brought his gaze down to meet yours.

“What?” he breathed. 

“We…” You awkwardly laughed, not sure how to precisely word it. “We were faking it.” 

James turned fully toward you and ran a hand through his hair again before crossing his arms across his chest. 

“Why? Why the bloody hell would you do that?” he asked with a hint of desperation to his voice. 

“To see if you would get jealous.”

“Why would you-”

“Merlin, James, I like you. A whole bloody lot. And being just your best friend was hard.”

“Oh.” James stared at you for a moment as dots connected in his brain. “So you’re not dating Sirius?” 

“No, I’m not. And I don’t want to. Ever.” 

“And you don’t want to kiss him?”

“No.” 

“So if I asked you to be my girlfriend-”

“I’d say yes.”

“And if I kissed you?”

“I’d kiss you back.”

“Good.” 

James took a half step closer to you, gently grabbed your face and pressed his lips to yours. It was everything you dreamed of. Your first kiss being James felt right. His lips moved against yours perfectly, and as promised, you kissed him back. Your arms wrapped themselves around James, pulling him closer to you. After a few seconds, he pulled back and rested his forehead against yours as you both tried to catch your breath.

“There’s nothing between you and Sirius?” James asked.

“Just plain ol’ friendship.”

“And us?”

“Way more than friendship.”

“Would you call me your boyfriend?”

“Only if you call me your girlfriend.”

“Okay, my girlfriend.”

You laughed and leaned in to press a quick to his lips. 

“Alright, let’s go tell Padfoot the jig’s up,” you said, grabbing James’ hand and pulling back to the common room. 

The moment Sirius saw you and James, he knew. He knew that one, he was right about James liking you and two, that you told James everything and things had worked. Now, it was his turn. He looked to where Remus was standing next to the fire with his arms crossed and a bored expression on his face. Sirius got up and stood in front of Remus.

“We were never dating. It was fake. I’m sorry,” he said before grabbing Remus’ face and kissing him like James had done to you moments before.

Your eyes went wide at the sight as James went ‘huh.’ The rest of the common room was even more shocked than you. 

“I did not see that coming,” you said to James.

“Moony told me after the match… Didn’t really know ‘bout Padfoot.” 

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I love your writings about the marauders, and I recently had a thought about the boys first coming in contact with a vibrator or any sex toy really. Not even a like smut thing but just then walking into a muggle sex shop or they made a friend with a muggle girl and they stumble upon in some way lol idk, just a funny thought that’s been making me giggle a bit. If you have any thoughts I guess?? Hope you have a good day :)

this isn’t smut but it is explicit - mdni please! fem, 1k

“What is that?” Sirius asks.

You get yanked back. “God, sorry,” James says, letting go of your hand. You’d been in a weird fugue state of joy with his fingers twined in yours; it’s the first time he’s held your hand. You can’t tell if it’s platonic or romantic, you can never tell with the boys. “Wait, what is that?” 

“What’s what?” you ask, trying to follow their gaze. You’re on a crowded high street divided by a two way road. It’s so loud you can’t hear yourself think, and stopping as you have has diverted foot traffic around you poorly. 

“There’s a cock in the window.” 

Remus yelps a laugh. You smile, befuzzled, as he takes your shoulders into his hand and turns you bodily to the right shop window. “Oh,” you say. “Oh! There really is.” 

There is a vast array of the aforementioned appendage in the window, and in a variety of sizes and colours. A mannequin in dark lingerie holds a fifty percent off sign to the left, while a poster brags a multitude of ‘stimulating pleasures’ to be found inside. 

“What am I looking at?” Sirius asks.

You forget sometimes how sheltered they all are. They’d gone to a rather elite boarding school, and they all lived in rural England and Wales for their summers. This is as city as they’ve ever been, and you’d thought they’d seen everything there is to see by now, but apparently not. 

How are you supposed to explain a sex shop? Better, why is fate making you? They all turn to you for an explanation. 

“Remus, you’re twenty three,” you say hopelessly. 

“We’ve only recently relocated,” Remus argues. 

“You’ve lived here for nearly a year.” 

“And yet we’ve never seen that,” James says, pointing at the lingerie. “You’re such perverts in the city. Why are there rainbow cocks in the window?” 

“Can we stop saying that?” you ask. 

“Sorry,” James says quickly. “Lovely girl, why are the dicks in the window?” 

“They’re toys,” you say, feeling a little part of yourself shrivel away in shyness, their eyes like heat from your face and neck. 

“For kids?” Sirius asks, disgusted. 

“No! God, no, they’re for grown ups.” You shake your head uselessly. “Are you messing with me? You’ve really never seen them?” 

“We’ve seen some rather tasteful underwear in our time,” Sirius says, to James’ delight and Remus’ derision. 

“Stop,” Remus says. 

“We have to go in. I must understand these toys,” Sirius says, ignoring him with ease. There’s something to his usually nice smile you don’t know, some burning excitement that will likely end in innuendos and teasings galore for you. 

You make your way into the sex shop, shoes dragging, cheeks hot. James and Sirius seem as though they could burst into laughter at any second, but Remus is more understanding. He offers you his hand when he realises you’re behind them. You don’t have the strength to refuse him. 

They’re the weirdest friends you’ve ever had, but also the best ones. They love holding hands and crossing legs and laying half on top of each other when they come around to watch a film. You’re pretty sure you saw James and Remus kissing a few weeks ago, but they’ve yet to say anything about it to you, so what do you know? You’d been jealous, but each boy has continued to love on you just a little too much considering the parameters of your ‘friendship’. 

This lies firmly outside of your parameters, you decide. 

Sure, you’ve thought about them sometimes as more than friends, but they don’t know that. Can you be blamed? They’re all so handsome in awful ways —Remus classic, Sirius Grecian, and James devilish. James. You shake your head in an attempt to dispel thoughts of their good looks while in close proximity to lacy knickers, turning your attention to the ridiculous gasps of awe the two idiots are letting out. 

“What is that?” Sirius asks delightedly, knuckling at a row of plastic sex toys, all with different functions. 

“That’s a…” You blow a breath up your face in an attempt to cool down. “Read the label, Siri.” 

“Most of this stuff is for girls?” James asks you. 

“I guess so.” You poke at the pink packaging of a glass massage wand. “I mean, not always. I think anybody can use all this stuff too. Or most of it.”

“What about that?” 

James points at a vibrator in clear blister packaging. “A vibrator? What’s that do?” He turns to you with a surprisingly innocent curiosity. 

“It vibrates.” You don’t want to say anything else, but they’re your friends. They’re nice to you, and they respect you, so it’s not like you think telling them these things will put you in an uncomfortable position. “You know how girls have a harder time finishing sometimes?” 

If they’re surprised to hear you say it aloud, they don’t show it. “Not in my experience,” Sirius jokes. 

“So the vibration helps?” 

“It’s very intense. It makes the… climax come much quicker,” you say. 

Remus seems very grateful for the energy your explanation takes, giving you a caring smile. He’s about to say something when Sirius interrupts, and asks, “Do you have one?”

“You don’t have to answer that,” Remus says, hitting Sirius in the arm. “She doesn’t have to answer that, don’t ask her stuff like that, it’s private.” 

Sirius’ eyes go wide. “I’m sorry,” he says to you, all joking gone from his face. “I didn’t mean it in a bad way. Just forget sometimes that you have boundaries we don’t have.” 

You’re not expecting such a genuine and sudden apology, because maybe Sirius shouldn’t ask, but you totally understand what he means. You feel like you’ve known them all your life. “It’s okay, don’t worry. I know what you’re like.” 

“So it’s a good time, hypothetically,” James says. 

“What do you reckon that feels like?” Sirius asks, already moving on. 

“Sirius,” Remus pleads. 

“Sweetheart, can I ask you, hypothetically,” —Sirius taps his converse to yours, grinning— “what do you mean, it’s quicker? How does that even work?” 

You frown, “You don’t know how it works?” 

Remus and James laugh like bellows beside you. They laugh so much the woman behind the counter glares at you all, undoubtedly tired of people coming in here for a laugh. 

“Awful girl,” Sirius says, frowning. 

You smile back. “It just stimulates the nerves, Sirius. I don’t know how to explain it. I guess it’s kinda like magic or something.” 

“Magic can’t do that,” James says. Remus elbows him hard, and you’ve no idea why. 

[mallowsweetmiri]

Bestfriend!Remus with no boundaries

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“Where’s Y/N?” Remus asked as he entered the dorm, setting his bag down by the door. James and Sirius exchanged an entertained glance.

“How should we know, Moony?” Sirius replied, going back to his book. James chuckled as he polished his broom.

“Hmm,” Remus hummed inquisitively, “she told me she was gonna meet me here after class.” Sirius put his book down in his lap,

“Maybe she finally found some other guy.” James choked on a laugh and dropped his polish. Remus rolled his eyes at Sirius’ smirk, opening the window to smoke.

“Oh, shut up you prat. She’s probably just running late,” Remus said with a cigarette between his lips. As if on cue, you barged through the door, huffing as you dropped your bag next to Remus’.

“Ugh, sorry Rem. Those Slytherin bitches hexed me on my way up here,” you hissed, stomping over to Remus and taking the cigarette out from his mouth. He laughed lazily at you as you angrily puffed in smoke, eyeing you up and down.

“Well, you look fine. Did they hurt you at all?” Remus asked, rubbing his hands along your hips and inspecting every inch of your body for injuries. You huffed out a laugh.

“Nah, I gave them what they deserved,” you smirked, “here.” You placed the cigarette back between his lips, his hands still lingering on your waist as he smoked. The two of you passed the cigarette back and forth like this, Remus eventually pulling you into his lap on his bed to show you his new muggle book while the two of you shared a fag.

“This chapter has been my favorite,” he said, pointing to the pages, his other hand holding you firm against his leg. You hummed as you smoked, your breasts near his face as you leaned in to read the chapter title. He squeezed your thigh and looked up at you with parted lips. You placed the cigarette back in his mouth before giving him a hug into your chest.

“You’re such a nerd,” you laughed, ruffling his hair. Sirius made a gagging noise from across the room.

“You guys are disgusting. Just shag already!” Sirius said with a displeased look on his face. You threw Remus’ pillow at his head.

“Sirius, shut the fuck up. You know we’re just friends,” you rolled your eyes, standing up off of Remus’ lap, “but if you want to kiss me…” you puckered your lips at him before cracking up.

“Hey, I’ll take you up on that offer,” James said with a cheeky smile. You chuckled with a light blush, you always thought James was cute. Remus stood up behind you and pulled you back into his lap.

“Yeah, that’s not going to happen,” Remus laughed as you feigned a pout towards James who returned a laugh.

“As if I’d want Moony’s sloppy seconds,” Sirius grumbled, but you could’ve sworn you saw a blush on his face.

“Hey, watch your mouth, Padfoot,” Remus clicked his tongue at Sirius, earning another grumble from the boy.

“I’m offended Siri. Who do you think I am?” You scoffed, placing a hand over your heart.

“Oh, just Remus’ best friend,” Sirius snarked, grumbling as he returned to his book. James laughed again and went over to his bunk.

“It’s okay, Pads. I’m your best friend,” James aid, falling forward onto his bed with a loud thump. You and Remus’ started cracking up as Sirius struggled under James’ weight. You turned your attention back to Remus.

“You wanna come get dinner with me?” You asked Remus, twirling his hair between your fingers. He met your eyes with a smile.

“I’d love nothing more.”

[fandomlit]

gif cred belongs to @my-fandom-imagine

imagine catching the eyes of the marauders

“your friends seem like fun, remus,” you smiled at the brunette boy, looking over from where you two stood talking to see sirius and james entertaining a group of students in the courtyard with a series of flashy spells and tricks.

“they’re not,” he sighed sarcastically but cracked a smile when you laughed. “i’ll see you later, y/n. thanks for the notes.”

“anytime!” you chuckled as you headed to where your friends awaited you by the lake.

by the time remus reached his own people, the small crowd had dispersed and james was flipping his wand in his hand. “what business d’you have with y/n l/n, moony?”

“why do you ask?” remus coughed, ducking his head as he took his usual spot against the beech tree trunk.

sirius slid next to him, laying out with his head propped in his hand and staring at remus. “because she’s the hottest girl in the castle.” remus rolled his eyes. “oh, come on, you know it! she’s bloody stunning! think you can set me up?”

remus finally turned his gaze to sirius’s hopeful one. “no.”

the boy’s jaw dropped. “what! why?”

“has she got a boyfriend?” james inquired as he popped a chocolate frog into his mouth, sitting on remus’s other side. remus shrugged. “then what’s the problem?”

remus sighed, feeling as though his friends weren’t going to give up easily. he turned a serious gaze to sirius. “she doesn’t deserve to be just another one of your flings.”

as sirius stuttered to find a response, james nodded, “cool. can you send her my way, then?”

remus turned his glare to him. “same goes for you. y/n is much more than just her looks—she deserves someone who recognizes that.” he took out a piece of parchment and his quill. “you two are only looking for a laugh and a shag.”

james held out his hands as sirius continued to sputter for a response. “what if that wasn’t the goal? what if i see that y/n has a right sense of humor and confidence?”

“or that she’s smart beyond any of our class!” sirius finally managed to get out. “and bloody passionate about the things she likes..”

remus spared a glance up after scratching down the start to his potions essay. the two boys were still staring at him expectantly. “i’m sorry, but if you really want a chance with y/n, talk to her yourself.”

james huffed, falling back against the cool spring grass. “you just want her for yourself, moons. you can’t fool me.” remus said nothing, but the two watched a blush creeped up the neck he was determinedly keeping hunched.

“right,” sirius sighed, seeming to resign something internally. “good luck getting her before me, boys.”

“good luck getting her alone at all,” remus snorted. the two relaxed boys snapped their gazes back. “i know that you two struggle to be attentive, so i’m sure you haven’t noticed, but you’re not the only ones pining after y/n.”

sirius propped himself onto his elbows and looked around until he caught sight of you h/c hair shining in the spring sun across the lake. you were laughing, and if he strained he could almost hear that heavenly sound drifting toward him, but unfortunately it was caused by a group of slytherins that had walked up to her and her friends.

“is that snivellus?” james sneered with disgust. “i don’t know this was the new inter-house competition!”

“aw, regulus?” sirius seethed. “my own brother?!”