Marauders Fanfiction - Blog Posts

It’s not even funny the effect that Marauders fan-fiction had on me is crazy.

Like, I’m watching the first Deathly Hallows movie and seeing Remus Lupin genuinely feels like a punch in a gut.

Like, all I can see is that little boy that was begging for death in Madam Pomfrey’s arms after a bad full moon.

All I can see is wannabe gangster teenager from The Cadence of Part-time Poets.

All I can see is the twelve year old boy that was able to get Sirius and Narcissa out of an engagement.

All I can see is a capital slave who fell in love with a mentor during the hunger games and helped start and fight a revolution

All I can see is the sad little boy that goes through the craziest things in every universe

“which regulus would win in a fight??” probably only the brave but I think it’s important to note that if just lovers regulus was put in a room with any of the others he’d be reduced to tears in mere minutes

‘your obedient servant’ from hamilton, but it’s regulus black at dumbledore in whatever happened to the young young lovers

please tell me i’m not delusional

whenever i read a marauders with badly translated french/spanish/italian etc i don’t really care bc i know the author tried their best, and it gets the point across that such character can speak such language anyway, and it just doesn’t impact the story. whatever.

HOWEVER, if you’re gonna make a character use a pet name from a language you don’t speak, please look up a list of pet names from that language rather than translating a pet name directly from english. not only does it NOT work, it’s also sometimes very bizarre.

for exemple, there was this one fic where sirius wanted to say ‘babygirl’ in italian and the author translated it to ‘bambino’… which means child/little boy 😭

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sirius Black/James Potter Characters: Sirius Black, James Potter Additional Tags: Sirius Black is So Whipped, James Potter is So Whipped, Magical Boys, POV Sirius Black, Young James Potter, Sirius Black Lives With James Potter's Family, Masturbation, kinda facetime sex, but it's like with the mirrors, Sirius Black's Two-Way Mirrors, Pet Names, Touch-Starved, obviously they can't touch eac other but there's mentions of, Hair-pulling, Body Worship, Marking, Blow Jobs, Riding, Getting Together, Love Confessions, Auror James Potter, Praise Kink, POV James Potter, POV Third Person Summary:

And so his mirror activated. And so did Sirius’. Sirius, who is currently lying on his hotel bed, rutting himself against the sheets, and is, in fact, moaning James’ name.

 Or, while James is home alone for the first, he takes this opportunity to jerk off to his best friend with whom he's been in love for years. What James hadn't considered though, is the two-way mirrors activating when he pronounces Sirius' names. Or rather moans it.

'i like to read fanfic the marauders in alternate universe bc canon stories are too painful' and the alternate universes are the hunger games and divergent

the marauders fandom doesn't bat an eye in front of plus size lily but if i say i headcanon sirius as plus size too then what

rating french pet names regulus could call james as a frenchie

chéri kinda hard to picture it bc ppl my age dont rly use it anymore, but it was the 70s so. kinda overused but it means 'dear/darling' which is cute and literal translation gives 'cherished' and i love that. 7/10

bébé he wouldn't. in french bébé is wayyyy less cuter and loving than baby in english. 2/10

mon cœur I LOVE IT. 'my heart' xsuujzaii such a cute pet name. so so so good. my fav. i also think if james had to pick a french pet name to call regulus it'd be this one cuz reg is the heart of the lion <3 20/10.

ma vie it means 'my life' so it could be cute in theory but thats literally how i call my girlies i can't take it seriously. 1/10

ma mie/ma moitié literally no one uses it in france anymore i only know this term bc old books. i know other french ppl would disagree with me but i find it so cute i mean 'my halff'?? i love it. 7/10

mon amour 'my love' is a classic obvi. tbh, not a lot of french ppl my age use it and its a shame i would die if someone called me that. 9/10

ma beauté 'my beauty' is cute but also only family member have called me that so i can't quite picture it. 5/10

mon ange ugh i love love love this one. adorable. underrated. 8/10

ma puce i hate this one. i only let family members. i see a lot of adult men calling their wife/girlfriend that but it doesnt give. 0/10

my personal ranking:

mon cœur

mon amour

mon ange

chéri

ma mie/ma moitié

ma beauté

bébé

ma vie

ma puce

also it's unecessary to drag fanfics bc you think marlene, dorcas, mary, or others are 'out of character'

most of them don't even have canon personalities!! they can't be ooc!! it's all fanon anyway, just bc a fic doesn't write the characters the way you perceive them means theyre ooc

if you don't like it, you can easily stop reading instead of dragging it for no reason

everything we say on this fandom is FANON guys. we take the names, we headcanon things and sometimes we cross a few people here and there posting their headcanons. at times their headcanons and our owns match. we mix the ideas, we turn the headcanons or our thoughts on characters into fics or other things. and those people who share the same headcanon as yours? they will specifically search through tags etc etc etc.

BUT.

other times when you see a headcanon that nothing like your own, you just scroll down. just because another person out there stating their headcanons through tiktok/tumblr/twitter/other fucking apps DOESN'T MEAN THEY ARE CANON AND YOU SHOULD BE BOTHERED. they are just stating what their thoughts on those fucking wizards and witches. it really pisses me off seeing this issue in a fandom that literally every-fucking-thing is fanon. if you don't agree a headcanon don't fall for the mistake by making them in your head the canon and be angry by it.

if you don't like the headcanon then don't fucking care and spread hate. it's not that sirius REALLY.

wolfstar enemies to lovers fics?

Below are a few older lists plus a bonus fic you might like!

Wolfstar Enemies to Lovers

Wolfstar Friends/Enemies with Benefits

Credit No Credit by @halictus-writer

Remus and Sirius are both applying to graduate school. Whenever they cross paths at program visits, they inevitably hook up. This situation would make more sense to their friends if they weren't supposed to be enemies. A wolfstar university-set enemies with benefits to lovers AU.

hi so uhm I just finished pathological people pleaser and I friendly ask to not fucking talk to me

Just finished chap 15 and same girl, fucking same

I read pathological people pleaser and I must say, that is like the ONLY fic I've read that made me feel things. And like sure I get all giddy when regulus and james have a moment in another fic but I'm not talking giddy feelings. I couldn't breathe reading it, I wasn't crying or anything I just could breathe and my eyes were completely blurred over during james' breakdown scene. Not blurred over with tears but like everything was blurry and I couldn't breathe, I don't know what the feeling is but it was fucking INTENSE and I haven't been the same since. NORMAL PATHOLOGICAL PEOPLE PLEASER EXPERIENCE??? 😻😻

currently reading pathological people pleaser, I'm finishing chap 14 (around 75% of the fic or smth), I've never read anything about jegulus but bitches I'll try to read it real slow because that's so fucking GOOD

Hi do you take some mature Fic requests? I'm sorry I tried finding your info about requesting but I couldn't find any. If you would be lovely if you could write a remus x reader fic. Reader is a slytherin. Enemies to lover one. Thank you sm ! I love the way your write.

Heyy! Sorry I didn’t have any guidelines uploaded before, but you can find them now as my pinned post. Thank you for requesting <3. Tried my best, hope you like it xx

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Pairing: Remus Lupin x fem!reader

Summary: You hated him. With every bone in your body, you despised Remus Lupin. He was always silently competing with you in all your classes. Whenever he got a grade higher than you, he would find a subtle way to rub it in your face. On top of it all, his friend group, the ‘marauders’- they called themselves, were revolted by you and your house. You were a slytherin after all, it was wired in their heads to hate you. But, Remus was the worst of them all. At least the others had the curtesy to laugh in your face after a ‘prank’, but Remus. Oh, Remus, would just stand in a corner and penetrate you with his cold gaze. For 7 years, you and your friends had been the butt of their cruel jokes. It all changed one day, when you both got stuck in detention together after an unreasonably cruel prank orchestrated by his friends.

Warnings: NSFW!mdi! P in v , fingering, orgasm denial and language.

(Let me know if I’ve missed any.)

Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, catching dust motes dancing in the air. The Charms classroom buzzed with quiet energy, desks scarred by years of spellwork, shelves lined with humming, glowing artifacts. At the front, Professor Flitwick stood atop a stack of books behind the podium.

“Before I announce the highest scorer of last week’s exam, I want you all to take this student as inspiration, and push yourselves to do better. Remus Lupin, secured a perfect grade, coming first once again!” The tiny professor beamed.

Wonderful. This is just what you needed, Lupin beating you in yet another class. You were seriously considering jumping off the astronomy tower at this point. It was fine at first, you were able to beat him in most classes till 5th year, but 6th year - something changed. Remus changed.

He looked different, his shoulders were broader, his hair longer and messier- cascading like dominoes on his face, he had more scars than before, but you didn’t care enough about him to question it. He even seemed more confident, dare you say more outgoing? He was probably going through late puberty, you could not let his new persona get to you. It was Lupin after all, you loathed him.

After the class ended, you made your way out, a sour look plaster across your face. A cold arm brushed against yours, you looked up and your eyes met Remus’ eyes, he held his test paper up, grinning at you.

“Oh fuck off , Loony Lupin.” You spat, pushing past him.

“Oi, Y/n, you playing quidditch today?” He questioned.

“Why should I tell you? So you and your thick headed lot can pull another one on me?” You rolled your eyes.

“I’ll take that as a yes then!” His voice called after you as you walked away.

The day went by quickly, you made your way to the quidditch field after classes, to join the rest of Slytherin team.

“Y/n!” Your best friend’s called, hugging you from behind.

“We have the field booked for the entire evening today!” She explained.

Halfway through practice, twenty feet in the air, you noticed something odd. Your team captain seemed to be loosing control of his broom. Followed by the chasers and then the beaters, they all suddenly started wobbling and spinning uncontrollably on their brooms. You knew immediately who was behind this. Looking down, you saw James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew laughing hysterically. But Remus, Oh Remus, was just standing in a corner, his gaze not shifting from your direction. Right on cue, your broom started to act funny, your efforts to gain any control of it failed and all of a sudden, you were free falling.

“Arresto Momentum!” A familiar voice shouted.

The speed you were once falling with reduced miraculously, causing you to land safely on the ground. You stood up, mustering all the strength from your body, and charged to the imbeciles responsible for this.

“YOU ABSOLUTE ARSES! I’M GONNA HEX YOU INTO NEXT WEEK!” You shouted at them, reaching for your wand.

“Oh relax Y/l/n, it’s all good fun.” Sirius said.

“Good fun? The rest of the Slytherins are hanging on mid air for their bloody lives!” You countered.

“Don’t be so dramatic-“ James started, but you cut him off.

“Please. If I had your need for attention, I'd hex myself just to get sympathy. At least my personality doesn't rely on harassing innocent people to be interesting." You pointed your wand towards the three of them.

“Y/n, calm down.” Remus’ voice came from behind you. You snapped your head in his direction.

“You shut up. Don’t act like you’re any better than your pathetic little friends!” You spat.

A tinge of anger spread across his face as he reached for his wand.

“What is going on here!!?? Put your wands away right this instant!” A shrill voice demanded.

“Professor Mcgonagall! I was just-“ You tried to explain, but she didn’t care to listen.

With one flick of her wand, the Slytherin team landed safely, but furiously on the ground.

“Save it Ms.Y/l/n. Detention. For you as well Mr.Lupin.” She said, walking away.

You made your way to detention in the trophy room the next day. The air smelt like metal polish, Remus sat with a polishing cloth and a few plaques in his hand, rubbing them vigorously.

“You are not permitted to use magic to finish this task. I will be back in an hour.” Mcgonagall said as she walked out of the room.

You took a seat at the opposite end of the room, as far away as possible, from the brown haired boy. You picked up an old trophy and begin scrubbing furiously.

“You think this is funny, don’t you?”

“No. I think it’s detention. What’s funny about that?” Remus said, not looking up.

“You know you guys could have really hurt someone today! You obviously don’t give a shit though. If whoever performed the ‘arresto momentum’ spell did it a few seconds later, I could have died-“

You were yelling, but you got cut off my him.

“I was the one who performed the spell.” He said, through gritted teeth.

What? Was he telling the truth? Why would he do that? No. It’s still not okay.

“That’s cold comfort! You could have stopped them, but you didn’t! That says enough about you.” You spat.

He was no longer sitting in the corner, he was marching in your direction.

“I don’t need you of all people to be judging my character.” He was angry now. Anger you never saw on him before.

“Why? Did I lie? I’m telling the truth, aren’t I? You act like you’re above all of it. But you’re just as cruel as your friends when it suits you. Godric, I hate you and your lot.”

You kept going. It was almost like word vomit. You could see he was getting really provoked now. He didn’t say anything, just kept walking closer to you. You were standing against the desk now, your fingers gripping it, so you didn’t fall backwards. He was extremely close to you now. The warmth of his breath grazed your skin. Merlin’s tits, when did he get so beautiful? Every logical part of you was telling you to push him away, but something deep inside made you do something you never thought you would.

You grabbed his collar, breathless from arguing, and pulled him into a kiss. Remus didn’t hesitate, he gave in before your lips even brushed. His hands gripped your ass and lifted you upwards, sitting you down on the table. His kiss grew sharp and urgent, slightly biting your lips in between breaths.

“Look at you, can’t think of any snide remarks now?” He said, looking you in the eye, a wide grin plastered across his face.

“Oh shut it Lupin, you know you want it more than I do.” You replied.

He took that as a challenge, his hand moving up your leg, finding your soaked underwear.

“You’re so wet for someone you claim to hate, dove.” He cooed.

His fingers glided over your pussy, your warm slick coating them. You whimpered

as he hit your sensitive clit, legs twitching in response. The taste of iron coated your tongue, biting down as a pathetic effort to try and keep quiet. You felt a familiar knot in your stomach about to be released.

“I didn’t finish-“ You mumbled, as he pulled his digits out.

“D’you think I’d let you cum so easily, love? No. You’re gonna feel every inch of me before I let you cum. I’m going to fuck the hatred you have for me out of you.”

He kissed you again, unbuttoning his shirt. His body was covered in huge scars. The largest one was a violent gash against his abdomen. You trace your palms against the marks, gingerly placing kisses along them. His hands found your jumper, ripping it into half and throwing it across the room.

“Hey! That was my favourite jumper!” You exclaimed.

“Don’t worry, love. I’ve got plenty more you can borrow.” He replied, cooly.

He looked at you, waiting for approval, before pushing his pulsing cock into you.

You wanted to scream at the size of his member. He moved with a steady speed, your vision was going blurry as he continued to speed up. Feeling your high building up again, he held back his own, wanting to finally release together, he lifted a hand off of your ass, circling steadily over your little button to push you over the edge.

White coated your vision as you came all over Remus’ cock. He pulled himself out, hovering above you.

“Still hate me, dove?” He grinned.

“Just a little.” You rolled your eyes.

He leaned in and pulled you into another quick kiss before helping you get dressed again. You looked at the sad remains of your favourite jumper as Remus gave you a spare one from his bag. It smelt like chocolate with a hint of smoke. It smelt…comforting.

Godric’s balls, y/n. What have you gotten yourself into?

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Pairing : Remus Lupin x Reader

Summary : The stress of your final year at Hogwarts was getting to you, with NEWTs coming closer, you were an absolute mess. You were avoiding everyone, especially him.

“Meet me at our spot?” Remus asked one afternoon, obviously you couldn’t say no. The stress of exams lead you to confess something you never thought you would.

Warnings: Fluff and Mild language.

Author’s note: Hey cuties, this story/fic has no specific gender for the reader , so I’m just gonna tag it ‘x reader’. I wrote this as a way to cope with my own exam stress 😔( instead of studying ofc). Happy reading xx.

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“The essay on ‘The Draught Of The Living Death’ is due this week, remember -16 inches of parchment! Class dismissed.” Professor Slughorn’s announcement met with disappointed sighs from the students. Great, you thought to yourself. One more bloody thing to add to your to do list. You ran your fingers through your hair, coating them in grease. Oh god. How long had it been since you washed your hair? You didn’t even look in the mirror anymore, infact you were pretty sure you weren’t even wearing the whole uniform. They weren’t joking about NEWTs (nastily exhausting wizarding test) , it earned its name. But it’s fine, studying is good. Studying is better than thinking about him. You forced yourself off the desk and tried not to collapse on the floor due to exhaustion.

“You look like hell.” Remus said, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Gee thanks, Moony. Always knew how to make a girl feel good about herself.” You replied, sarcastically.

You and Remus made your way to the great hall for lunch, and joined the rest of your friend group.

“Merlin…. What happened to you, y/n?” Sirius asked.

“What is it with everyone today?! Am I the only one who’s not able to keep up with all the work the professors are throwing our way?!” You snapped.

“Well, we do have our NEWTs this year-“

James said, getting cut off by Lily.

“Oh leave her alone! I’m just as exhausted as you, y/n. Honestly , I’m hanging on by a thread.”

The lot of you finished your lunch in silence, exam season was really getting to everyone.

You made your way to the library, not lifting your gaze from the book in your hand, when you bumped into a tall figure.

“Bloody hell, you’re really loosing it, aren’t you?” Remus joked.

“Yea. How aren’t you?” You asked, but you already knew the answer. Remus Lupin ,the smartest student in your year. He never got anything less than an ‘O’ in all his exams, yet he always remained calm and collected. You wanted to ask him how he did it, but you didn’t want to sound like you were praising him or anything. Ew. You guys didn’t do all that sappy bullshit.

“Eh, you know me.” He said, casually.

“I’m worried about you, love. You seem so stressed. Meet me at our spot? After classes? It’s been a while since we’ve had one our ‘chats’. “ He said, giving you that warm Remus Lupin smile that always made you melt. Ugh. Get your shit together, y/n.

“Um. Yea. Okay. I’ll see you there.” You smiled and walked away.

After an unbearably long time, classes had finally finished for the day. You remembered your promise to Remus, dropped your things off in your dorm, and made your way to the Whomping Willow. It had been ‘your spot’ since third year, when you found out about Moony’s furry little problem. You saw Madam Pomfery guiding him to that eldritch tree one night, curiosity took over and you decided to investigate. Remus wasn’t thrilled when you confronted him, but he grew fond of talking to you about things he couldn’t talk to others, not even the marauders. They knew about him being a werewolf, but they didn’t understand or listen to him like you did. So, atleast once a week, you and Remus found yourselves sitting under the Whomping Willow and emptying out the greatest sorrows of your hearts. You laughed and laughed for hours, till neither of you even understood why you were sad in the first place. Remus had this effect on you, he made you feel seen. Not that no one else saw you, but seen in a way no one else had before. Seen and heard. You didn’t want to admit it, but Merlin…. The things you would do for Moony.

The weather was pleasant in an odd way. It wasn’t too sunny nor was it gloomy, it was a perfect mix of clouds and slight wind.

“Y/n!” Remus waved at you, as he laid down under the tree. There was a knot in the tree he would press with the help of his wand, to stop it from crushing you both to your deaths.

“Hiya, Moony.” You laid down right next to him, turning to his side to face him.

“Not handling the NEWTs stress very well then?” He asked.

“What does it look like?” You said, gesturing to your pathetic state.

Remus reached into his pocket and offered you some chocolate. You couldn’t refuse. This was one of the things you loved about him so much, no matter when no matter where, your moony always had chocolate with him. He even smelt like it at this point.

“I miss you.” Remus whispered.

“I’m right here.” You smiled, a tinge of guilt settling in your stomach. You had been avoiding Remus. You loved him so much, he was your person, but you started to develop new feelings- feelings you didn’t recognise- towards him, so you being you, decided to distance yourself from him. He was your best friend, he was moony for Merlin’s sake. Whatever stupid new feelings you had were best kept suppressed.

“No you’re not. I get it, y/n. NEWTs are stressful, but you cannot keep pushing me away like that. You’re my best friend.” Remus complained, tucking a strand of your stray hair behind your ear.

Friend. That word friend made something inside of you hurt. It was strange, you never thought being called ‘best friend’ by Moony would make you feel any shade of sadness, but thats what it was doing.

“Well, that’s the problem, isn’t it?” You blurted out. You didn’t care if he knew now, it was paining you too much to keep it all in.

An addled look spread across Remus’ face.

He took you by your wrist and rolled you towards him, pulling you into a tight embrace. You both started to laugh uncontrollably.

“Oi! Loony Lupin! Let me gooo!” You protested, squirming against his grip. You didn’t want to admit it, but you felt so safe in his arms. Nothing could go wrong right now, not when Moony was holding you.

“Never! Not until you tell me what that meant.” He chucked into your shoulder.

You stopped laughing and looked him dead in the eye. Can’t you tell? Look me in the eye, Remus. Can’t you tell that I’m in love with you? You thought to yourself, but obviously, you couldn’t say that.

Suddenly, you noticed how close the two of you actually were. His hands were around your waist, both your faces inches away, you could feel his warm breath against your cheeks.

You jerked upright, escaping his grip, and stood up.

“Right, erm… I’m gonna go-“ You mumbled.

“Y/n! Stop! Why are you being like this?” He shouted after you.

“Why am I being like this? How thick can you be!!?? Honestly Remus, for someone so smart, you really are dumb.” You spat, not caring what he thought.

“What are you talking about, y/n?” He stopped you from walking, standing too close to you for your liking.

“I’m bloody in love with you, you fool.” You managed, your voice barely a whisper.

Well, thats the end of your friendship with Remus Lupin. He was probably gonna laugh in your face now, with the rest of the marauders of course. But wait, he wasn’t laughing- his eyebrows creased as a delicate smile spread across his face.

“Oh love, why didn’t you just say so?” He closed the distance between the two of you by pulling you into a deep kiss. You kissed back, maybe too eagerly, but you didn’t care. You had waited for this for so long, your insides felt like a rollercoaster, as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

You pulled away and looked at his face, he was completely undone.

“Maybe instead of avoiding me and drowning yourself in school work, if you had told me how you felt, you would’ve found out that I felt the same way.” Remus said, kissing your forehead.

You smiled. Remus and you, under the Whomping Willow- your spot. Everything was okay now, you felt normal again, after so long.

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Pairing: James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: You and James have been friends since first year. You both would spend majority of your time together due to quidditch practice. Somewhere along the way, you started to develop feelings for him. You would never assume he felt the same way towards you, even though he flirted with you mindlessly and came up with clever excuses to be around you, you never assumed he would like you any other way than as a friend. All that changes one night, when James finds your diary.

Warnings: Fluff and Kissing.

Author’s note: Hey lovelies, this was originally supposed to be a smutty fanfic but I decided to write the clean version first. If this does well, I’ll write the ‘spicy’ version 🤭. Comment if you want the other version and to be added to the tag list💌Happy reading <3

The Gryffindor common room was buzzing with energy after a Quidditch match victory. James Potter, sweaty and exhilarated, looked more beautiful than usual. You watched him slip away from the crowd to grab a Butterbeer, joining you at the snack table.

“That was a nice save towards the end, Potter. I thought you were going to fall off your broom for a second.” You said.

“Fall off? Please, I had it completely under control. The dramatic dive was for effect. You know, to impress certain players” He smirked.

“Oh? And did it work?” You laughed.

“Depends… were you impressed?” He said, leaning in closer to you. A shiver ran down your spine, this is how James was. Friendly flirting until the other person was completely flustered. You should have gotten used to it by now, but you didn’t. You were anything but used to it.

“Maybe a little. But I was mostly impressed you didn’t hit your head again. That’d be, what, the third time this term?” You said, brushing him off.

“Ouch.” He groaned, dramatically clutching his chest.

The celebration continued till 1 am that night, at some point, you, James, Sirius, Marlene and Mary ended up in Sirius and James’ dorm.

“Right, it’s getting late. Me and Mary are gonna head back to our dorm, coming y/n?” Marlene asked.

“Yea. James, is it alright if I leave my bag here? I promise to take it first thing tomorrow.” You said, little did you know that was going to change your entire relationship with James Potter.

The next morning, you woke up with a horrible migraine. Still, holding up your promise, you made your way to James’ dorm, half asleep, to collect your things.

“James?” You called, before entering the room.

“Come in.” He said from inside.

His hair was messier than usual, his face a mix of surprise and sleep. He was sitting on a chair with his legs on the bed, holding up a diary, grinning like he had just found gold.

Oh for Merlin’s sake. Your diary. How could you be so stupid? You had totally forgotten your diary was in your bag, but you didn’t expect him to go through your things.

“What the hell, James?” You said, anger edging in your voice.

You marched over to him, trying to snatch the diary away, but he pulled it out of your reach.

“James Fleamont Potter, you give that back right now!” You screamed.

James laughed, “Relax, I only read… like, two sentences. Three tops. One might’ve mentioned someone with ‘wild hair and a hopeless ego.’ Ring any bells?” He said coyly.

A red blush crept up your face and made its way to your neck.

“You. Are. Utterly. Unbelievable.” You spat.

“Oh, come on, it’s kind of flattering. You wrote about me! That’s practically a love letter in diary terms.” He joked.

“It is not! Now give it back!” You demanded.

“Nuh uh” he teased, childishly.

“I also called you ‘a walking disaster in Quidditch robes.’ Did you read that part?” You asked, annoyed.

“I knew you noticed my robes! You do like me.” James said, gasping dramatically.

“James” you groaned, getting more and more embarrassed now.

“Hey—don’t be embarrassed. If I had a diary, you’d be in it. Probably underlined. With little stars and everything.” He joked, stepping closer.

He handed you your diary back, his fingers brushing yours just a second longer than they needed to.

“I didn’t read anything else, promise.” He said.

“Thanks…” you whispered.

There was a pause, neither of you moved. The room was quiet, except for the crackle of the fireplace. You could hear James’ heartbeat, his breath and you could feel his closeness.

“You know…. I was half- hoping it was about me, when I found it.” His voice was quieter, as he took a small step closer.

Your eyes searched his, looking for truth.

“Why?” You asked.

“Because I’ve been walking around pretending not to feel what I feel. And it’s exhausting, honestly. I’m James Potter—I’m not built for subtle.” He answered.

“That is definitely true.” You said, smiling and rolling your eyes.

“So if you’re pretending too… I don’t know. Maybe we can stop. Just for a minute.” He pleaded, taking your palms in his.

He was so close now. Close enough for you to see the freckles under his eyes, close enough for you to feel his breath on your cheeks, close enough for you to smell his scent.

His voice dropped lower, barely a breath.

“Is it so terrible? Liking me?”

“No. It’s terrifying.” You admitted.

James’ hand slips up to your cheek, his thumb brushing your jaw, you lean into him instinctively. He closed the space between the two of you, placing a warm kiss on your lips. It was soft, but a little hesitant at first, like the both of you were trying to memorise this feeling. His lips move against yours gently, like a question being answered with every second you didn’t pull away.

You break apart, just barely, your foreheads rest together, and he’s smiling like he’s completely undone.

“Took you long enough.” You smiled, breathless.

“Oi—I was being respectful. Chivalrous. Noble Gryffindor and all that.” He countered.

“You read my diary, James.” You defended.

“And I’d do it again if it brought me here.” He grinned, wrapping his arms around you.

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Pairing: James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: It had been a month. You no longer saw James every where, and no matter how much you hated to admit it, you missed him gravely. A dramatic confession takes place in the great hall. Happy ending.

Warnings: Swearing, kissing and angst with a happy ending.

Author’s note: Heyhey, this is the FINAL part of the series. I hope ya’ll enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Comment to be added to the tag list, happy reading!

Update (5th may 2025) I changed the confession scene a bit to make it better. I didn’t like the previous one much. Xx

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It had been a month. A month of guilt that settled deep in your stomach. Each tick of the clock echoed his absence. Your insides hurt, stained by choices you couldn't undo. His laughter haunted the quiet. You didn’t want to admit it, but oh how you missed his wit. Guilt sat heavy—unmoving, unforgiving, a shadow you couldn't escape.

You didn’t see James that often anymore ; he no longer lingered in the corridors, waiting for you to come around. He didn’t stalk you in the library anymore, you should have been happy- you could finally study in peace- but you weren’t. It felt so wrong; not being immersed by his presence.

Pushing aside thoughts of James, you made your way to detention with professor Slughorn. You had been skipping potions class, dreading working with James. I mean thats how it all started - Potion’s class. So, you decided to bunk it and just read from the textbook, you knew it wasn’t right but you hated confrontation. Obviously, when Slughorn found out, he gave you detention.

You made your way to the dungeons, the musky smell filling your lungs.

“Look who decided to finally join us, take a seat Ms. Y/L/N.” Slughorn greeted.

“You can work with him and sort the bats spleen and eels eyes.” The professor continued. Thats when you noticed another figure sitting in the class. His messy black hair looked longer than usual. Merlin’s sake, this cannot be happening. The universe is definitely punishing you. You made your way to James and let out a low “Hey.”

He looked up, but didn’t say anything, and just smiled.

Oh come on. Why was he being so modest. You wanted him to yell, to scream or to at least give you an annoyed look. Maybe then you would feel less guilty, but no. James Potter, being the man he was, remained respectful. You both sat in silence for half an hour, before James finally broke the tension.

“So, why did you get detention?” He asked.

“For not attending any classes from the past month…” you answered , hesitantly

“What about you?”

“For skipping classes…” he trailed off.

Brilliant. Both of you had been bunking classes to avoid seeing each other.

“Blimey Y/N, you don’t need to look so guilty.” James said.

“It’s my fault, I’m the one who should be feeling that way, not you. After all, it was me who initiated the whole thing. I’m sorry for pushing something you didn’t want.” He continued, sounding too mature for his own good.

“Something I didn’t want!?” You exclaimed, exaggerating the ‘i’.

“Yea, you made that extremely clear that night on the staircase.” He defended.

“I never said I didn’t want this. I never said I didn’t want you…” your voice trailed off.

“You do realise how bloody overwhelming you are, right? Especially your friends, don’t even get me started about them.” You said, letting out a bitter laugh.

“Well this isn’t about them, it’s about us.” His voice raised a little too loud.

“If you really thought about ‘us’ ,then you would have done something when Sirius was firing missiles at me the whole fucking night.” You defended.

“Everything all right?” Professor Slughorn asked, intercepting. You had forgotten he was even there.

“Everything is fine professor. I was just leaving.” You spat, storming out of the room.

James had the audacity to think that you didn’t want him? After you spent years and years trying to deny any ounce of attraction you felt towards him, he had the nerve to say you didn’t want him? Oh how you wanted to strangle him right then and there.

It’s fine. This is for the best. You were never meant for someone as flamboyant as James. You knew better than to get sucked into his world. The following night sleep treated you as a stranger. You sat awake, thoughts of James Fleamont Potter stirring in your head.

Sleep deprived and in desperate need of caffeine, you made your way to the great hall for breakfast, half dressed with messy hair and morning breath. It was a bright Sunday morning, most people slept in, so you thought you were safe. But, boy were you wrong. James sat at the Gryffindor table, standing up hastily as soon as you walked in. Before you could turn around and leave, he pulled out his want and cast a spell that locked the doors of the hall. You looked around the room, noticing very few students, so at least your embarrassment was reduced to half.

“What are you doing, James?” You whispered- shouted.

He didn’t respond. He simply looked at you, smiled, and stood up on the fucking dining table. All his friends were gaping at him, especially Sirius.

“Are you feeling all right in the head today , mate?” Sirius asked.

“Oh shut it, Black.” James commanded.

“Y/n… You know, for someone who’s always been told he’s brave… I’ve never been more terrified than I am right now.” He chucked, everyone was staring at him, but he wasn’t taking his gaze off of you.

“I messed up. I shouldn’t have just sat there that night when Sirius ran his mouth. That was fucking pathetic mate, targeting her like that.” He continued, earning a puzzled look from Sirius.

You couldn’t believe it. Was James Potter really standing up to Sirius Black… for you?

“You walked away and I don’t blame you. I knew what I was doing, but I didn’t know it was wrong. I’m sorry for overwhelming you. And I’m so fucking sorry for wasting a whole month avoiding you, when we could have spent it together.” He reached into his robes, pulling out a bouquet of enchanted flowers.

“Accept my apology, love?”

Your heart was racing, your head was spinning and you knew you couldn’t be trusted with any major decisions right now…. But you didn’t care.

You walked closer to him. He stepped off the table as he handed you the flowers. He knew you hated causing a scene. He knew you didn’t like being seen. He knew what he was doing, he was giving you a Gold Rush, and he was enjoying it so much.

You placed a hand on his cheek, not caring who was looking, and kissed him like there was no tomorrow. James wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer, completely engulfing you into the moment.

Cheers and whistles erupted from excited students who got to witness a scene this early in the morning. You pulled away from him, to look him in the eye.

“I hate you, James Potter.” You blushed.

“You know you love me, Y/N Y/L/N.” He smirked, still holding onto you.

“Get a room!” Someone , probably Sirius, shouted .

“Oh, we definitely will.” James teased, making you red.

In that moment, you didn’t care who was looking, you didn’t care that everyone else wanted James potter, because you were the one he wanted.

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“Y/N! Wait up!” A voice called, as you were walking to class.

It was Sirius Black. Ugh, what did he want?

“Listen…. I’m sorry about being so… for being such a prat. I gave you a really hard time for no reason, well I had my reasons. You see, James is the closest thing I have to family that I actually love, so naturally I tend to be very protective of him. I thought you weren’t right for him…. Your just …. Quite different from us. Can I put it like that? But, seeing how happy you make our Jamie, I realised I owed you an apology. Oh and also, James threatened my life if I didn’t set things right with you. Anyways, catch you later, I’ve got class. Bye!” Sirius walked away, after unloading all of that on you and not even giving you a chance to reply.

Oh how you loved your boyfriend- James Potter.

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Pairing: James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: The day after you and James share a kiss, he invited you to watch him play quidditch. You get jealous seeing him with another girl. You meet his friend group. Things don’t end well.

Warnings: Lily is mentioned as James’ friend for the sake of reader x james,( I love jily), Cursing , Rude Sirius, Angst towards the end.

Author’s note: Hi cuties xx. I hope you enjoy pt.2. I’ll be posting pt.3 soon. Feel free to leave comments or send requests if you have any suggestions/improvements/ ideas for this pt and pt-3. Follow me to keep up the updates. <3.

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You woke up to the sound of your dorm mates bubbling over today’s quidditch match. Your head was throbbing with pain; you barely got any sleep last night. Then it all came crashing back to you, the late night stroll that lead to your kiss with James Potter. Bloody hell. Did it really happen? Or was it just an extremely vivid dream. Dubious about the accuracy of your memory, you got up and quickly got dressed , and headed to breakfast.

The great hall was filled with the chatter of excited students; they were all raving about today’s match. Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Well that explains the dung bombs last night.

Your palms were sweating with nerves, you were so not ready to see him yet.

Right on cue, you spotted James sitting with his friends, and stuffing his face with food.

“I’ve got to fuel up for the match. D’you think having this amazing body was easy?” James gloated coyly.

Your stomach filled with butterflies, how pathetic. There James was, an arrogant git, attacking his food like there was no tomorrow. Yet, you couldn’t help let out a small smile.

“Y/n!” James shouted across the hall.

Your face flushed red out of embarrassment. You tried looking away , but it was too late. James jogged over to you.

“Hey pretty.” He smirked.

“Hi.” You said plainly.

“So, today is the quidditch match. You coming to see me play?” He grinned.

“Uh… I don’t know. I’m not really a sports kinda person.” You told.

“Oh come on, just come to see the legendary James Potter in action, love.” He pleaded.

Merlin, how could someone be so obnoxious yet so charming.

“Tone it down a notch, ‘prongs’. “ You teased, making air quotes.

“I’ll see if I can come, i’ve got a lot of reading to catch up on.” You continued, walking away before he could reply.

The encounter left your stomach rumbling. Thanks to that idiot James, you couldn’t even think about keeping down any food right now.

You hated how James left you feeling. You didn’t like anticipating your face in a red flush, you didn’t like seeing double vision in a rose blush, and most of all, you didn’t like feeling vulnerable by the mere presence of someone, let alone a boy. A boy that half the school is in love with.

Going to the quidditch match was a bad idea, letting James in was a bad idea, it went against everything you told yourself from your very start of Hogwarts. Yet, you found yourself doing exactly that.

You decided you could spare a few minutes to watch the quidditch match. You gaslit yourself into believing you were going for the sake of ‘enjoying and learning the sport’, and not for James. You made your way into the Y/H stands, trying your best not to be noticed by the messy haired Gryffindor chaser. Although, you hardly doubted he would notice you from 50 feet above.

The match dragged on for 3 whole hours, and you were appalled by the fact that you stayed the whole duration. You watched a handful of matches your whole life, but this one, this one was different. It had something to do with the fact that, James was so effortlessly good at what he did.

Gryffindor won even though Slytherin’s seeker caught the snitch. They were leading by a 100 points, and James had thrown the quaffle into the hoop more than 20 times. Even you knew that the victory was mostly his doing. The Gryffindor team jumped off their brooms, and started jumping with excitement, adrenaline pumping through their veins. You wanted to congratulate James, it was the decent thing to do, right?

As you were walking up to the ground, a red headed girl beat you to him. She hugged him rather intimately, and placed a kiss on his cheek. Your stomach churned. Maybe it was the nausea from not eating or maybe it was seeing that girl being so close to James, you didn’t care. What were you doing? Coming to a quidditch match for the captain of the Gryffindor team? You didn’t expect him to notice you, then why were you so offended when he didn’t? Without thinking, you ran out the filed, wanting nothing more than to forget about the stupid match, the stupid kiss and stupid James fucking potter.

The following night in the library ,you were drowning in a pile of books, struggling to finish all your assignments.

“We need to stop running into each other like this.” A voice whispered into your ear from behind.

“Although, you seem to be more interested in running away from me than into me.” James continued. Well you’d he damned. He did in-fact notice you at the match.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you mumbled, refusing to turn around and look at him.

“C’mon, love. Don’t be coy. Why did you run away like that? Still flustered after last night are we?” He pressed.

“Piss off, Potter.” You spat, trying to walk away.

“Wait! Don’t be like that. Do you want to talk about what happened last night, is that it?” He asked, gripping your wrist, stopping you from walking away.

“No. Clearly you’d rather talk to that red headed girl you were being so ‘friendly’ with earlier. I get it, the kiss was no big deal. It’s cool” You lied.

“No big deal? Ouch.” He said, removing a fake arrow from his heart.

“That red head earlier was Lily Evans. She’s my good mate. Trust me, you do NOT need to worry about Lily, plus I’m certain she’s got a thing for Snivellus.” James explained.

“Snivellus?” You questioned. What is up with him and these stupid nicknames?

“Long story. Anyway, why don’t you join me and the lads in the Gryffindor common room tonight. We’re celebrating the win.” Was James asking you to meet his friends tonight? No way. There was only one person you found more insufferable than James, Sirius freaking Black. He was obviously going to be there.

“Um- I- I have uh… errands-“ you tried to come up with an excuse but James cut you off.

“I’ll see you tonight.” He said, as he winked and disappeared into the dark.

A few hours after dinner, you reluctantly made your way into the Gryffindor common room. Everyone seemed to be asleep. The room was dimly lit, with cosy sofas arranged next to a roaring fire. You spotted James , Sirius, Remus , Peter, Lily and Marlene sprawled in front of the fire place.

You cleared your throat, making your presence aware.

“Y/n! You came!” James greeted, pulling you into a side hug.

After introducing you to the group, James insisted you sat right next to him on the sofa. At some point during the night, his hands found their way to the small of your back, tracing gentle circles on it. You didn’t want to admit it, but you were starting to enjoy yourself. But that didn’t last long.

Sirius insisted on playing a game of Truth or Dare, where he mostly targeted you. You managed to dodge most of the questions, which really pissed Sirius off.

“Ok. Fine. If you’re not going to answer any of the questions, Y/n, why is it that you have no friends? Why do you walk around alone and eat alone all the time like some depressed loser.” Sirius said bluntly.

Heat spread from your ears to your neck. Your face burned with embarrassment. That did it.

“Fuck off , Black.” You flipped him off , as you stormed out of the common room.

“What the hell, mate?” You heard James say.

You were walking so fast it could be considered running.

“Y/n, wait!” James called after you.

You tried to ignore him, but he caught up with you in the corridor because the stupid stair cases decided to move, again.

“Y/n…I’m so sorry. Ignore Sirius. He can be a real dick.” James said.

“Hey, look at me.” He tilted your head up to meet his eyes. They were filled with regret. He probably regretted calling you tonight. What was he thinking? Did he expect his friends to like you? In what world would that be true? You saw how they picked on people like you. How they bullied those different from them. Why did you expect anything else?

“What are you thinking?” James asked, brushing his thumb against your cheek. He was standing extremely close to you again. Practically hovering. Before you could answer, he pulls you in, locking his lips with yours. A sudden warmth spreads through your body. You close your eyes, the subtle pressure of his hands on your waist sending jolts of electricity down your spine. This was wrong. Stop. Pull away. You thought to yourself, but your body wouldn’t comply. You kissed him back with more aggression than you anticipated, running your fingers through his hair. After what felt like an eternity of pure heavenly bliss, James pulled away.

“Should we head back?” He asked.

Then you came back to your senses. Reality was a harsh slap in the face. Deal with it now, so you’re not left wretched later.

“I can’t ,James. I can’t do this. I don’t know what I was thinking. I thought I could handle your friends, the crowds and the constant attention your around. But, truth be told, I really can’t. It’s all too much for me. You’re too much for me…you’ll probably be fine, maybe even better off without me. This was a big mistake.” You said, gesturing between the two of you.

For the first time in history, James Potter was left speechless. His face was engulfed with hurt. You didn’t want to hurt him, but it was better him than you.

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fanfic ideas

Tumbler is talented…

I have so many ideas that I want to read a fan fic of, and was hoping someone could help me

please

Ok, so this can really be any wlw couple, but I was originally imagining Dorcas Meadows, Marlene McKinnon. So thaey are gonna be friends, but one (A) has a crush on the other(B), and doesn’t even know if the other(B) is gay. And for some reason or another, it’s up to you, The one who has a crush (A) starts delivering flowers to them (B) every day with a note. It starts off with the other one (B) not knowing it’s done and thinking it’s a secret admirer (witch it kinda is). And they start guessing a whole bunch of males. When they find out, it’s going to have to crash, they (B) think it’s platonic. And they still do it every day at night, because the night is ✨poetic✨

This one is based on Larry. So the the whole idea is that Louis Tomlinson and Harry styles are already friends (maybe from the band, maybe not. Up to u) and they both join this dating app of sorts, but the whole point of the dating app is to get to know someone without bias and only by personality (kinda like in ted lasso). So u don’t put a phot up, and are given a username. And they both match with each other, and fall in love without realizing it. Ofc it would have to be slow burn 😏

OK, so this is based off of some thing I saw in real life, and I loved it so much. It can really be any fandom, but I was originally thinking Larry Stylinson again. So it will be an AU, specifically a track au. Both Lou and Harry are going to be a part of a run club, but two different run clubs. The run will be rivals and so naturally they will start as rivals. They both run the same event (you choose the event, but it Hass to be running for this to work(and probably not 100m)) they are even more rivals. They will go to a few competitions together and just be general rivals and talk shit to each other. And that both move on to a high level of competition. And they were training, and Something Happens, where they meet outside of track and actually start talking, and you know they both fall for each other and all that fun stuff (have fun here). Eventually, they start dating, and their coaches hate it. Either because it’s fraternizing with the enemy or because of homophobia (or both). There’s drama about that, and MAYBE that break up over it, I’m not sure. Then, the one who usually comes in first, hurts him self like a week before the big race. And they go to the big race, and the other one is in first, but slows down so that the other one can catch up and they cross the finish line, holding hands. . After that I’m not sure…..

this one is simple. I was reading goblet of fire, and I was at the quidditch World Cup scene and yk when the Vila do their thing and all the boys go crazy?????? We’ll just what if one of the girls (I was thinking Ginny) also went crazy and that sparked like a whole …whhaaatttt…. Moment and stuff. And she just relises that damn “ maybe I am gay” . I was thinking ither ginny x hermione or ginny x Luna. But PLEASE make it a slow burn

anywayyyyyy

that was a lot of writing, thank u for getting this far :)

I really hope somone takes at least one of these ideas, and that they make sense.

if u do end up writing one of these can you please tell me

Anyway, have a lovely day all you wonderful people!!