#a deal with cupid james potter

[littlemessyjessi]

A sneak peek of the new Sirius Black project will be in the new chapter of the ongoing James Potter story A Deal With Cupid!!!!!!!!!

#sirius black #james potter #a deal with cupid #fic: a deal with cupid #fic: ADWC #the new Sirius Black project

[engie-ivy]

@wolfstarmicrofic 5th: Cupid💘

817 words

When Remus let James Potter set him up on a date with his best friend, Lily had hoped that at least he would find out dating really isn't that terrible, and finally start allowing Lily to set him up on dates as well.

Not Sorry

Lily stumbles a little as she walks over to Remus, because damn those bloody heels.

Remus turns towards her from where he's standing at the bar and arches an eyebrow. “Lils, you might want to go easy on the wine.”

Which is ridiculous. Lily has only had three glasses. And some champagne before that. And maybe a cocktail at some point.

“Don't change the topic!” Lily says, even though they hadn't actually been talking yet. She jabs her finger at Remus’ chest. “I'm still mad at you!”

“Oh, come on, Lils," Remus chuckles. “You're going to have to get over it at some point.”

“We had a deal, Lupin!”

“I know, Lily, but-”

“A deal! All I ever wanted was to get you this fun and exciting dating life,” Lily sighs wistfully. “So you could have handsome men take you out and boost your ego like you deserve, and we could share dating stories and laugh about weird guys together. But did you allow me to set you up on a date ever?”

“I did not,” Remus admits.

“You did not!” Lily exclaims, as if Remus didn't already just admit to that. “It was all ‘No, Lily, I'm just the sort of person who's better off by himself’, ‘No, Lily, I'm not looking for anything’, ‘No, Lily, I'm too independent and need my alone time’, and yadda yadda.” She rolls her eyes. “But then what happened? You allowed your new coworker to set you up on a date with his best friend!”

“It's just very hard to say no to James,” Remus defends himself.

Lily scoffs. Although, while she has only met James Potter a few times, if she's honest she can kind of imagine. When Potter is looking at you with those puppy eyes of his, giving you that hopeful smile, all bright and eager and- Lily shakes her head. She's getting off track. “But we came to a very clear agreement,” she continues, placing her hands on her hips. “If you would learn that going on a date is actually not such a dreadful experience as you seemed to think, you would finally start letting me set you up on dates as well. And was the date dreadful?”

“No, it wasn't,” Remus sighs.

“And did you let me set you up on any dates afterwards, as you promised?”

“No, I didn't,” Remus sighs.

“No, you didn't!” Lily mimics. “Not one date, nothing!” She lets out a dramatic sigh. “And I had so many ideas… That cute redhead from the coffeeshop, that fit bloke from my yoga class, the hot guy from accounting… It would've been so fun, so exciting, maybe we even could've gone on double dates at some point!”

“Sorry to interrupt,” Sirius appears at Remus’ side, sliding an arm around his waist. “But as much as I enjoy bonding with your family– our family–,” he corrects with a smile. “Your Aunt Joy has been telling me about her bad knee for half an hour now. The sooner you get that woman some wine, the better.”

“And you!” Lily says, turning her attention to Sirius. “You're to blame as well, you know!”

Sirius blinks at her. “Alright, Evans?”

Lily jabs her finger at Sirius’ chest now. “You just had to snatch him off the market right away, didn't you?”

Sirius blinks again, and then barks a laugh. “Well, can you blame me, Lils? I couldn't risk letting this one get away, now could I?” He presses a kiss to Remus’ cheek. “I had to lock it down as soon as possible.”

Lily purses her lips, because, well, no, maybe she actually can't blame him for that.

“I'll be right there, babe,” Remus says, squeezing Sirius’ hand.

Sirius nods and walks off to deal with Remus’ aunt.

Remus looks at Lily and shrugs. “What can I say, Lils? James just struck gold the first time. If you want me to apologize, I'm going to have to disappoint you.” He looks over at the other side of the room while touching the brand new golden ring around his finger, to where Sirius is chatting to his aunts. Sirius catches his gaze, and the forced smile on his face turns into a soft, genuine one. Remus smiles as well. “I'm really not sorry at all.”

Lily watches Remus and Sirius make their way through the room to chat with all their guests.

They do look awfully good together, she thinks sourly.

Then she turns on her heels, having decided to go look for James Potter and give him a piece of her mind. Stupid Potter, thinking he can play Cupid and set their best friends up for their happy-ever-after! Like, who does he think he is? Making Remus so bloody happy, making her bloody cry with that stupid best man speech of his, and looking so bloody handsome in his stupid suit!

Yes, she'll tell him alright.

#wolfstar microfic #matchmaker prongs #drunk lily evans #wolfstar wedding #smitten remus lupin #smitten sirius black #wolfstar #jily #wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar fic #marauders #marauders fanfiction #marauders fic #sirius black #remus lupin #remus x sirius #lily evans #james potter

[jfleamont]

jfleamont's (pennyrigby on AO3) fic masterlist

(under the cut because it's long)

Rain - Words: 4545

Lily doesn't understand why James wants to patrol with anyone but her, and this annoys her to no end. It's not like he's ignoring her, which would be fine, by the way. She's not hurt, she's simply curious. So when James finds a distressed Lily on a particularly challenging morning, she snaps.

Do You Want To Know A Secret? - Words: 929

Sirius Black is at The Three Broomsticks to drink butterbeer and play cupid... And he's all out of butterbeer.

I Saw Her Standing There - Words: 703

A quiet moment under the moonlight. They're ready to fall in love, and it's surprisingly easy.

All My Friends Are Gonna Be Strangers - Words: 1090

Remus deals with the aftermath of Halloween 1981. It isn't pretty.

The Cake - Words: 623

It's Sirius' birthday and James and Lily are tipsy. Truly, it's not their fault, it's the cake's. Specifically, that little bit of frosting that's been sitting on James Potter's bottom lip for the last five minutes.

Put A Little Love In Your Heart - Words: 700

An unexpected announcement elicits an equally unexpected reaction, but all is well in the end.

I've Just Seen A Face - Words: 1499

James Potter is on his way to the Quidditch pitch, but when a gorgeous redhead decides to derail his path, he quickly realises he doesn't mind missing practice that much.

The Tree House - Words: 467

“James is getting a bit frustrated shut up here, he tries not to show it but I can tell.”

There's a war outside, but every day is a battle even if you're in hiding.

It isn't easy being an optimist during a war.

Smoke Gets In Your Eyes - Words: 337

Lily's an overthinker, but fear not, James knows exactly what to say to cheer her up.

Your Eyes The Door To Hell And All Within - Words: 6085

Lily has accepted the fact that she fancies James. Really, it's no big deal. It's not like he fancies her too, or something, because that would be impossible.

He would look good in a Muggle tuxedo, though.

At her's sister's wedding.

Preferably next to her.

She supposes she can ask him. It's not a bad idea, right?

The Love You Take - Words: 353

It's Halloween 1981, and the Potters are happy.

All The Things I Would Do - Words: 916

Lily can't stop thinking about James' hands.

Treat Me Like You Did The Night Before - Words: 433

Ticket To Ride - Words: 561

I Want To Hold Your Hand - Words: 768

The Falcon and The Squid - Words: 8269

There's a Lego Millennium Falcon that needs to be built. There's also a bet, a ring and a bike. Put it all together and what do you get?

#jily #jple #jfleamont rambles #pinned post #masterlist #it's mostly microfics and one-shots lol #i'm not very organised and i lose the will to write easily #but maybe this will motivate me to write more

[soleilstice]

amortentia in the air

These are my personal favorites out of all the Harry Potter fics I've read! A reminder to please give love to all the writers you adore! They're writing for free, even going so far as to spend a whole day or more writing! 

I’m going to update this at a later time. I’ve read too many and loved too many fics. They all need to be here!

Last Update: December 20, 2021

✦ REGULUS BLACK ✦

—Pinks, Blues, and Yellows by @quillsanddaydreams - a short headcanon-fic by one of my favorite writers in this site! This fic, of course, showed how soft Regulus really is. I love him so much and I’m glad to see people requesting and writing about him.

—Runaways by @messers-moony - this fic isn’t a romantic reader insert, but a sibling reader insert! I’m just so happy I got to read a Sirius, Regulus, and reader sibling fic without them drifting apart and hating each other!

—Arranging Fate by @padfoot-and-prongsie - Regulus seems more like Sirius in this fic but who knows, a playful side to him that only appears when he’s with the reader is interesting! This is fic is a bit spicy, but very good!

—Safe Haven by @dreamcxtcherr - again, one of my favorite writers! This fic is both fluffy and angsty, with the reader and Regulus only having each other to rely on. They spend their days together at their shared attic, pouring whatever feelings they couldn’t show to their families. 

—Peppermints and Cologne by @lotsoffandomimagines - amortentia, yes. I love this concept. A flustered reader and Regulus is just *chef’s kiss*. 

—Later by @thoseofgreatambition - I am such a sucker for secret admirer tropes... Regulus is so cute here and I love how Andromeda helped him. The reader’s boldness is a plus too!

—A Little Longer by @quillsanddaydreams - Regulus secret relationship tropes break and mend my heart... 

—Belong Together by @cupids-crystals - one of my favorite authors, probably the first fic writer I followed with this blog! I’m more than certain that Regulus feels inferior to Sirius in some ways, despite being the “favored” child by his parents. This fic is just so fluffy, with the reader reassuring him of her feelings.

—Muggle Devices by @cupids-crystals​ - if only Regulus got to go along with Sirius when he ran away... this fic explores the happiness in that “if only”, with the reader teaching Regulus how to call her with a telephone. 

— a short Regulus prompt by @/scandalous-chaos - this. This is a super good short standalone fic and I can’t help but think I want someone to write a poem for me like that.

✦ JAMES POTTER ✦

—The Best Prankster by @deathlyhogwarts - I don’t read much James fics but this! The prompt is amazing, completely in character with James’s persistence. It’s really cute too (and funny)!

— A Done Deal by @/wrathspoet - this was so cute and kinda wild—this fic is just SO James if you know what I mean!

— Authenticity by @/mirclealignr - pureblood customs can go and * themselves. 

— Insufferable @/mirclealignr - I LOVE James reader insert detention fics... especially when it’s enemies to lovers (or at least on the way to lovers)!

✦ CEDRIC DIGGORY ✦

—Invisible String by @wnterwidows - For those hopelessly pining for someone else, this is a fic you’ll want to read! The pain hits way too close to home but you’ll actually be happy in the end because it has a happy ending!

—Real by @wnterwidows - the trust issues are real in this one! It’s classic fluff, appealing to me with one of my favorite tropes: secret admirers. Cedric is the secret admirer in this one, which makes it all the more cuter!

—Second Task by @screamingpasta - please, if I really was the reader in this fic I would slap Cedric. Spending my nights crying over a boy only to find out that [redacted] is the last thing I’d want! It has one of my favorite tropes as well, which you’ll be left to guess when you read it!

—a Cedric prompt by @persuasivus - not too long and very very cute as well! The reader is so sassy, a type I’d like to see with Cedric more often!

—Somebody to You by @iliveiloveiwrite - an evening dose of fluff before you go to sleep! It features the tug of war between two people in love with each other. This fic is a mess of hidden feelings and it’s just so cute!

—Yule Ball from the Sidelines by @imaginexmeintheuniverse - this one HURT. The first few sentences of this fic just prove my statement. I LOVE these types of fics, with one of them ‘liking someone else’ and the other just... suffers. 

—Woes of a Prefect by @wondernimbus - honestly so cute! I love the first years here, they’re so honest that it’s really funny! This fic just shows how much of a good boyfriend Cedric is (definitely my type)! 

—Ceaseless Interruptions by @imaginexmeintheuniverse - this is the fic that pushed me to start reading Cedric reader inserts. It has my favorite five times trope (five times they almost kissed + the one time they did). 

—The Art of Flirtation by @dreamcxtcherr - please, if Cedric was beside me I wouldn’t get anything done too. This is a short, very very fluffy fic! I want to go on a date with him so much it’s not even funny anymore.

✦ DRACO MALFOY ✦

—They’ll Hold Him Down by @boxofbadaddiction - this is NOT A READER INSERT but I love how this fic emphasized the lack of a normal family Draco had. It was always about pureblood status, the Malfoy name, and whatnot. I’m also hooked with the concept of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley looking out for him.

—Trouble and Sufferings by @holden-caulfield - this fic isn’t that romantic, but it’s cute nonetheless! Professor Trelawney just making Draco and the reader ??? with some accurate prophecies!

—The Girl by @holden-caulfield - probably my favorite Draco fic! I love the pen pals trope, it’s just so romantic! It’s also fluffy-angst (slight) with a happy ending. It’s like the author mixed all the stuff I love into one fic!

—How to Fall in Love by @holden-caulfield - yes, love potions. Another one of my favorite tropes. This trope gave that little push both Draco and the reader needed to come to terms with their feelings!

—Desperately by @holden-caulfield - this is basically Blaise snitching Draco’s feelings to the reader and it’s just so cute and funny! Draco didn’t even know what was going on, but he got what he wanted in the end anyway!

—You’re Pretty! by @desiredmalfoy - this honestly sounds something Draco would say when he sees his super pretty girlfriend when he’s not thinking properly (and thus can’t remember anything about his super pretty girlfriend). 

—Shake on It by @tcmhollnd - an ongoing series I love so much! I can’t wait for it to update (no pressure to the author of course)!

—Wardrobe Malfunction by @tcmhollnd - one of my favorite Draco fics as well! This fic has a secret relationship trope with fluff and angst, ending happily, of course!

✦ HARRY POTTER ✦

—Nervous by @scvrllet - I don’t read much Harry fics but I absolutely loved this! It isn’t too long and the high school fluff is just right! It’s perfect if you want to read one more fic before you go to sleep!

✦ NEWT SCAMANDER ✦

To make things short, I had a phase where I read Newt reader inserts (angst with or without a happy ending—all involving Tina or Leta or both) as my coping mechanism. All of the following fics are by @inkstainedfanfics​ unless stated otherwise:

—Burdens 

—What’s a One-Sided Friendship Called?

—Friendships Can’t Last Forever

—Another Ghost in the Halls

—Breaking Down

—Three’s a Crowd

—Insecurities

—What’s in France

#regulus black x reader #regulus black fluff #regulus black angst #newt scamander x reader #newt scamander angst #newt scamander fluff #harry potter x reader #harry potter fluff #harry potter angst #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy angst #cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory fluff #cedric diggory angst #james potter x reader #james potter angst #james potter fluff

[weasel-b33]

500 Miles (j.p x fem!reader)

Description: A few years after the birth of your son Harry, you and your husband James recall the beginning of your relationship. (NO VOLDY I CAN NOT DO THAT TO MYSELF) 

Warnings: Fluff, Kissing, A little Swearing, idk Cute Daddy James, Prolly many spelling errors I wrote this late and I am very tired...

 (THIS IS MY FIRST TIME EVER WRITING SOMETHING KINDA SIRIUS hehe SO IM SORRY IF IT IS TERRIBLE) 

Also the dates may be a bit wrong so im sorry in advance!! 

italicized is flashback!! 

Lyrics used in the song are from “I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles)” by The Proclaimers (I KNOW THE SONG CAME OUT IN ‘87 BUT SUSPEND YOUR DISBELIEF PLEASE)

(not my gif)

The rambunctious laughter of the four year-old toddler and his father echoed throughout the large estate.

“Daddy!” exclaimed the messy haired Harry, “Can I please have a story.” Heavily emphasizing the puppy dog eyes he learned from his godfather, Sirius, a few years prior.

James Potter, the man unable to say no to anyone, tried to recall a story he had not told his son. Thinking back to the fairy tales of a prince slaying a fictional dragon, even though they are very much real, to save the princess that his mother used to tell him, James realized he was all out of good material. 

“I’m sorry bubs, I have nothing new too share,” the bespectacled man added lamely. The disappointment was instant on the child’s face, but luckily before the waterworks began, Y/N Potter strolled through the foyer into the den.

“Mommy!” Harry exclaimed, jumping up and bonding over to his mother, nearly knocking her over with his brute strength.

“Umph- Where’s the fire lovey?” you questioned with a slight chuckle. The dramatics of your son were never a surprise. Between his father and Sirius, you were surprised he had not acted much worse. Walking, more like sliding due to the child gripping your calves, over to your husband and lightly pecking his lips you ask, 

“What’s wrong now?”

Rubbing the back of his neck, he sheepishly stated, “I sorta don’t have a new story to tell him... he’s a bit peeved, if you couldn’t tell.”

A loud laugh tore through your throat as you pet your son’s hair affectionately.

“Come off Harry, Mommy has a perfect story to tell you,” you crooned softly.

“You do?”Harry questioned, rubbing the tears out of his stunning green eyes.

You picked him up and sat down near James, “Yes poppet, I have a very interesting story about how two very special people fell in love.” 

James quickly turned his head and quirked a questioning brow, “It all started when they were 15...” 

November 7, 1975

Quietly sitting on the vermilion couch of the Gryffindor Common Room, you began to fade out the noise of Lily ranting about the recent History of Magic exam, and Marlene’s long monologue over if she should or should not cut bangs. Instead, you were beginning to rip out each and every one of the hairs on your head because your Potions essay was nearly finished, yet you could not get those final words to conclude it all. 

Across the common room, a rowdy group of teenage boys, better known as the Marauders, were planning the newest prank on Snape. 

"We should give him that shampoo that will change his hair pink,” Sirius added.

Remus shook his head disapprovingly, “Pads, we did that last time come on..”

“WE HAVE NOTHING! WHAT IS WRONG WITH US, MOONY, HELP I’M DYING OF NO CREATIVITY!” Sirius exclaimed throwing himself across the scarred boy.

Although, many people turned their attention to the dark haired pureblood, James seemed he could not take his eyes off the girl nearly burning holes into her parchment, the girl he has fancied since he was 12. 

While playing with the snitch he stole, he said, “What if we tried that new rain spell we learned in charms today?” 

“Too difficult, we have not had enough practice.” Remus dismissed. “Well what if I found someone to practice on?” James added quickly turning to face his werewolf best friend. 

“Sure... Whatever, I could care less- Pads, get the bloody hell of me before I kick your arse,” 

“I’D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY REMUS JOHN,” Sirius yelled beginning his quick climb up the stairs to the boys dorm, with Remus and Peter quickly following.

“You comin’ Prongs?” Remus asked to the brunette still staring at the girl with shaky hands.

“No, I’ll come up in a few, still want to try to figure this prank out...” he said quietly. The lanky boy followed his best friends line of sight and quietly smirked to himself.

“Alright, don’t wear yourself out too much.” 

Even throughout the commotion, you still made no move to change your line of sight. That was until Marlene nudged you and whispered into your ear.

“Psst! Oi! Y/N! Why is Potter staring at you?” 

You quickly shook your head and waved off her question, opting to continue to find the right words.

Well until your blonde friend gripped your jaw, and turned your head to the direction of the boy. You instantly made eye-contact with the messy haired Gryffindor and quirked a brow. He smirked and turned his head away. You thought nothing of the interaction, until you felt a sudden drop above your head...

Instantly, it seemed as though there was a storm in the common room. Looking towards the ceiling you saw the dark rain cloud above your head. Quickly turning your head to the essay you were writing you noticed it completely wet and ruined. You jumped into action, trying to salvage what you could, but it was too late. Ignoring the screeches of your friends and fellow housemates, you began to look for the source of the cloud.

That was until you made eye contact with the laughing and smug James Potter.

“POTTER!” you yelled. Almost immediately the rain stopped, but the damage had been done. “JAMES POTTER! YOU BETTER HAVE A REASON YOU STARTED A STORM IN THE COMMON ROOM!” 

Hearing the commotion, the rest of the Marauders came down to the common room to witness what was happening. But all they saw was a yelling match between you and their brunette best friend.

“YOU ARE A DICK JAMES POTTER! KARMA IS A BITCH AND SHE IS COMING! IT’S GONNA BE SO NICE TO SEE YOUR FACE WHEN ALL YOUR ACTIONS FINALLY COME TO KICK YOU IN THE ARSE!” you yelled.

“What? I did nothing, I don’t mean to dampen your mood, but I have no idea what you are on about.” James replies smugly.

“UGH- YOU ARE A BULLY AND A RIGHTEOUS, STUCK UP, EGOTISTICAL ARSEHOLE! I HOPE YOU ARE ENJOYING THIS BECAUSE-- OH MY! I-” You were quickly being dragged away by your red head companion. 

“Y/N, he is not worth it... let’s just leave.” 

“NO! I HAVE TO RESTART MY ESSAY! I WAS THIS BLOODY CLOSE. UGH- YOU ARE AN ARSE JAMES POTTER I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT!”

“Y/N, it was just a prank, its no big deal relax.” James said.

“RELAX! ARE YOU KIDDING... I-” you paused taking shallow and rapid breaths, ‘you know I can not believe you think its funny. You truly have no regard for people and how they feel do you?” you asked slowly and meticulously. 

“Prongs, just apologize and lets go..” Remus said quickly.

“I- I didn’t realize it would be that big of a deal.” James tried to say to you, but it was no use because you had already dragged Lily and Marlene out the common room and to the library to re-start your assignment. 

“Oh, COME ON! I did not” James stated jokingly.

“Darling, you must certainly did, I barley passed that essay as well. I blame you for me getting an E in that class.” You replied giggling.

“Moooommmyyy! Story, get back to the story,” Your son said dramatically, grabbing your cheeks and turning to face him for extra effect.

Hearing a chuckling from James in the background, “Alright bubs, back to the the story”

January 23, 1976

After months of back and forth between you and James, he was fed up trying to get your attention. From roses to chocolate, to even a firework show in your honor, James believed he had done everything to apologize to you for his stupid prank and prove his affection.

Tired of his friends constant whining, Remus and Sirius decided to take matters into their own hands and talk to someone who knew you better than anyone else, Lily and Marlene.

“Oh Evans, Mckinnon, we are in grave need of your beautiful minds” Sirius flirted. Remus smacked him across the head adding, “Ignore the git, we need some help its about-”

“James?” Lily and Marlene said in unison.

“Yeah...how did you know” Remus questioned. “Are we gonna ignore the fact they spoke at the same time” Sirius said, once again receiving a blow from his friend.

Rolling her eyes, Lily remarked, “Well, Y/N has been complaining about him for months,” Marlene quickly interjected, “...and you never are without him so its an easy assumption. 

Now its was the boys turn to roll their eyes to the back of their heads. “Anyways, he will not shut up about getting her to forgive him... so we were wondering if you had anything that could work to get her to forgive him?” Remus pleaded with the best Sirius puppy dog eyes he could muster.

“Fine,” Lily and Marlene said jointly.

“THEY DID IT AGAI- OH NOT YOU TOO AS WELL!” Sirius exclaimed rubbing the now sore bump on his head. 

Ignoring the dog’s dramatics, the group of four began conducting a plan for James that would knock Y/N’s socks off.

At this point, Harry had nestled between his parents and fell into a deep sleep.

The two of you put him to bed and settle down back into the living room.

Looking longingly at his wife, James says, “Well, might as well finish the story love... it is the best part.”

Giggling at the antics of your husband, you shrug and began to finish the story...

February 14, 1976 

The Great Hall looked as though Cupid had just went on a decorating rampage. The room lined with pink and red hearts and the sight of loving couples nearly made you want to gag. Then, you remembered the boy who has dying to get your attention for the past months and can not seem but to get excited.

What does he have planned for you? Is he gonna get me a gift? Do I look presentable? 

“WHAT!” you quickly think to yourself, “Why in Merlin’s name am I excited to to see Jame- Potter. Godric I can’t feel like this for him... He his as a fly that buzzes and will not leave me alone... but he is not the worst to look at”

You quickly snap out of your thoughts as Lily starts to put food onto your plate. You begin to eat, but can only think of one thing.

James Potter.

“Why?” You begin questioning again, “Godric, Y/N You like him... No I do not.. You realize you are having this whole conversation within your brain, right? It is obvious you like him...” you grumble to yourself as you realize your psyche has won once again.

Lily noticing your strange behavior begins to question if you discovered what they have planned. 

Almost as though the boys heard Lily’s thoughts the beginning of the plan is activated.

Instantly, the candles in all of the Great Hall extinguish and there is the beginning of a song plays.

Suddenly, a spotlight shines onto the teachers table where atop, James and the rest of the Marauders stand, Remus and Sirius with guitars and Peter on the drums. James holding a mic begins to sing...

When I wake up, Well I know I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be the man who wakes up next to you.

Your head snaps to the noise and there you see in all of his glory, James Potter holding a microphone staring straight at you.

When I go out, yeah I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who goes along.

Quickly shoving the breakfast roll down your throat you nearly choke as you see the boy slowly make his way towards the front of the Gryffindor table.

When I get drunk, well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you.

Your eyes widen comically when you see James Potter jump onto the Gryffindor table. 

And when I haver, hey I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who's havering to you.

Slowly, the boy begins his walk across the table to where you sit. You try to make a run for it, but Lily and Marlene quickly grab your arms and anchor you down to the bench 

“What friends you are!” you hiss at the two.

Marlene just rolls her eyes and Lily pinches your hip.

And I would roll 500 miles And I would roll 500 more Just to be the man who rolls a thousand miles To fall down at your door

Once the boy is standing in front of you he reaches down for your hand. Stubbornly, you ignore his gesture, well until your two friends throw you up onto the table with the love struck brunette. 

When I come home well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who comes back home to you And when I grow old, well I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who's growing old with you.

You grip onto the boys biceps for stability and are forced to look into his ravishing hazel eyes...

In that moment you forget all that he has done to you in the past and all you can think about is him and you. 

But I would roll 500 miles And I would roll 500 more Just to be the man who roles a thousand miles To fall down at your door.

Smiling, to yourself, you grab the face of the boy in front of you and mold your lips together. Ignoring the cheers of your classmates, the only sounds you hear are the background noise of the boy’s best friends signing backup. 

Da da da  Da da da                                                                                                            Da Da Dun Diddle                                                                                            Un Diddle Un Diddle Uh Da Da.....

Smiling to yourself and grabbing the hand of the man you love you start laughing.

“What’s so funny, love?” James asks.

“Nothing.... Just we began dating because you performed a whole song and dance in front of the entirety of Hogwarts.” you reply breathlessly.

“Well, hey, look at us now... happy, healthy, and a true family.” he replies smiling at your antics.

You lay down your head into the lap of your husband, and look up into his hazel eyes you got lost into all those years ago, “Such a sap, Potter, such a sap...”

Kissing your cheek softly, “Only for you, my darling girl... only for you...” 

“I love you Jamie”

“I love you more, my love.”            ______________________________________________________________

AHHH I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!! IM SORRY IF IT IS SO BAD!! THIS IS MY FIRST FIC PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF I COULD DO ANYTHING BETTER!!! AHHHH (but like kinda like this story... kinda proud ;))

#james potter #james potter x y/n #james potter x reader #harry potter #fluff #james potter fluff #james potter blurb #james potter x you #marauders x reader #james peter remus sirius #fem!reader #songfic #500 miles

[wolfstarlibrarian]

Can you recommend the best pining fics?

The Librarian prefers to stay away from the word “best” since everyone has different tastes, but these are a few personal favorites. Once the list hit twelve fics tho, the search had to cease. Hope you enjoy these! 

Wolfstar Pining Fics

Time Off Dating, or, The return of Remus Lupin by @wanderingbandurria Sirius decides to take a break from dating after a few horrible experiences. He’s now focusing on his friends, fighting the war and figuring out where he stands in all this mess. And then Remus gets back in his life after almost a year away with the werewolves on behalf of the Order. And it’s the same old Moony with his cardigans, sarcasm, soft eyes and thoughtfulness.

Sweet Nuthin' by @kattlupin

When the summer between third and fourth year begins, Sirius expects it to be nothing but lazy days, harmless pranks with James, and the occasional meet-up with the rest of his friends from Hogwarts. Those plans go out the window rather quickly when he gets a sudden glimpse of Remus Lupin, a mysterious boy who changes everything about Sirius Black's life and shows him that love will always win in the end.

Unmake the Bed by Chromat1cs Remus is out on assignment and Sirius is getting stir-crazy, and writing a letter might help with some of the more squirrely feelings boiling up in all this quietude.

Midday, Midnight by @aryastark-valarmorghulis During the summer of 1976, between fifth and sixth year at Hogwarts (and after The Prank), Remus goes outside the Lupin's cottage and he finds a big, black dog in his garden...

Elucidation Practice by montparnasse Christmas, 1978. Remus, wrestling with the mighty problems of gift-giving on a budget, contemplates life, love, London in winter, and falling off the edge of the world with Sirius Black.

Remember Me -orphaned fic Remus Lupin was having an Ordinary Tuesday. That is, until a strange boy grabs him and offers him money to play the boyfriend. Remus thinks it will all be fine, until he's pulled into Number 12 Grimmauld place, and finds himself swept away by Sirius O. Black.

Christmas Canoodles by  @kinugoshi-dofu It's the trope holy trinity with Wolfstar: when Remus's grandmother mistakenly assumes he is dating Sirius and invites them over for Christmas on a fjord, there's nothing this loyal grandson can do but fake a relationship and call his best friend boyfriend - can this particular werewolf survive sharing a bed with his crush all during the holidays? Only one way to find out!

Midnight Snacks and Stolen Hearts by Judeyjude The first time it happened, Sirius wondered if miracles were real. The second time it happened, he wondered what on earth he did to deserve something so wonderful, if only for a few moments.

Rollerskate by @biremus 'You're a gold star fallen from its natural plane' Remus Lupin isn't ready for university at all. As if leaving his old friends behind wasn't enough, now he has to deal with lovesick teenagers, ridiculously overambitious pranks, University Challenge tryouts, and that one gorgeous boy who just won't leave him alone...

Fractured Skies -orphaned fic Two worlds collide. Deaf artist Sirius Black works at his best mate's cafe. Remus Lupin is an epileptic student from France who is just looking to get by unnoticed. But the artist sees something he wants in the shy boy, and makes it his mission to see what makes Remus tick.

Camp Casanova by Farquad All lonely 11 years old Remus Lupin wants is a friend. But when he arrives at Slughorn's summer camp for teenage boys his world turns upside down since he finds himself sharing a cabin with three other boys; James Potter, Peter Pettigrew and Sirius Black.

Cupid Disarmed by Chromat1cs Remus Lupin has Veela blood, Sirius Black reads trite romance novels, and neither of them are quite sure what the fuck to do with their hands when they get to talking with one another.

Please share this along with any other recs you have! 

#wolfstar #pining #fluff

[nightshcdc]

I am about to be interviewing our first student of the week! Claire Fawley. While I find most students in this school to be the epitome of boring, this one is different. This one, I am sure, will have some juicy gossip for us, so let’s go find her!

@shutup-lucy @contraymarymac @begoniaevans @vmulciber @vanitem @j-prongs @thalia-avery @genesisolli @parkerxavery​ @goldenlockhart​ @moonyloops​ @jxmmyellxs​ @roxawley​ @ofmalfvys​ @rosalierowle​ @clairexxfawley

~So Claire, tell us something first. You, Lucinda, Mary and Lily used to be inseparable last year. But now it seems the group has split into two. What happened?

Oh, God, don’t get me started! Lucy and Lily were dating and that bitch Lily broke up with my best friend and broke her heart. She so does not deserve her anyway, Lucy can do better. Honestly, if Lily was burning before my eyes and I had a cup of water, I’d drink it. And Mary can burn too, for picking her side.

~And you picked Lucy’s side? Why?

Of course I did, she’s my best friend. There are honestly very few people in the world I love more than Lucy.

~ Now, what is going on between you and Vale, you don’t really hate him, do you? Tell the truth!

Why are we only talking about people I cannot stand? Vale is the worst human to walk this planet and I can’t wait for him graduate this year so I can spend my next year in peace. I honestly pity Rosalie for being betrothed to him. Imagine having to spend your whole life with that disgusting piece of shit.

~You and Emma are always fighting.

Well, the bitch acts like I am making up stuff when I talk to her about how she fucked over Thalia? And I tried to be nice but she was whining so much and playing the victim, just like stupid James Potter. And I honestly have no time to deal with that shit.

~Why did you break up with Lucius?

It was mutual. And honestly? We were better off as friends. I don’t think we worked like that. And I like boys but I feel like I am more into girls really.

~Girls like Lucinda?

Nobody can deny she’s the hottest girl in this school so yeah, girls like Lucinda. Genesis. Parker. All the hot ones.

~And who would you say are the hottest boys?

There are lots of hot boys.. Gilderoy is pretty hot. And Remus. Jimmy is cute.

~Tell us about your cousin and the rumours that she was involved in that little incident at your party.

Roxanne would never in a million years do something like that! If anyone should be blamed for that, it’s Mulciber!

~Thanks for your time Claire, we heard you’re big on collecting quills. So here’s one I got for you from Diagon Alley, a new type of the spell checking variety.

Aw! That’s really sweet! Thank you so much, it was nice talking to you, Cupid.

~Bye, darling.

Certainly not as boring as one would have thought these interviews would go! She has almost gotten me excited to get to know the other students in this school. But how much of what she said is really true? Nobody really believes that she hates Vale. And the thing about her cousin, I am not so sure. Maybe time will tell us the truth!

Until next time, everyone! And keep those anons coming to our inbox!

♡  Cupid ♡

#student of the week #sotw: claire fawley #cupid's corner #claire fawley

[ao3feed-jily]

The Original Fall From a Peak of Bloodless Secrets

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by Zaryav

Walburga Black is part of the most respected Vampire Family in the wizarding community, tired of the outbursts and mischief of his eldest son, Sirius, and unable to deal with his rebellion regarding blood purity she decides to seek help in one of the best psychologists in the wizarding world, the young prodigy, Remus Lupine.

What Walburga doesn't know is that Remus is not only a half-breed, but also changes his shape with the full moon.

Sirius soon notices it, and can only be amazed at how exciting Remus Lupine seems to him.

Words: 1545, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of The internal struggle before the full moon and the spirit of the season

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Lily Evans Potter, James Potter, Walburga Black, Regulus Black, Portrait Orion Black

Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter

Additional Tags: Vampires, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Werewolves, Vampire/Werewolf Relationship, Sexual Tension, Homophobic Language, Lily saves the day, Vampire Sirius Black, Werewolf Remus Lupin, Dorcas and Lily work well as cupids, Sirius Black & James Potter Friendship, Gay Sirius Black, Gay Remus Lupin, A chocolate-loving vampire which is the fault of a werewolf who loves chocolate too, Doctor Lily Evans, Idiots in Love

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#ao3feed #fanfic #Harry Potter #Jily #James Potter #Lily Evans #Lily Potter #Lily Evans Potter

[naireides]

Hold on Hun, We’re Gonna Bunny-Hug (pt1)

“I’m not cruisin’ for a love connection,” she warns him with pursed lips. He still has her pinned to the door, one leg thrown around his waist as they grind into each other ever so often.

James doesn’t miss a step, just drags his teeth over her pulse and says, “Good. Me either.”

or, 'I slept with you the other day and I didn't know we had a mutual friend and now we’re sitting across each other for brunch and it’s awkward' 

wc: 3.7k rating: M

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The pub is raucous tonight. It seems like everyone and their mum decided to hit up the Three Broomsticks, and Rosmerta only had time to sling their drinks across the counter before hustling off to deal with another round of patrons. It just errs on the side of uncomfortable; the close packed bodies, the almost deafening levels of chatter, the slowly building humidity that leaves his skin damp, even after he rolled up the sleeves of his flannel in an attempt to cool down.

It’s a bit chaotic, but then again, he thrives off of chaos. At least, that’s what he says after watching some bloke spill his drink on a girl in an attempt to feel her up, only to receive a punch to the jaw. It results in a minor scuffle and he just sits off to the side observing it. It reminds him of an Andy Warhol painting for some reason; just a blur of colour and movement.

James Potter is not good at flip cup.

Or, more accurately, he’s not good at this blaspheme of flip cup that Sirius came up with. He’s making them chug a bitter stout instead of beer, and James grimaces the whole way through, costing him and Remus significant time.

He gives up after the third round of losing- he doesn’t hate himself that much, plus he’s sure that if he doesn’t wash down the taste with something else, his tastebuds would never forgive him- and Sirius pats him on the back.

“Oh don’t be sad, Prongs,” he says, pinching his cheeks.

James bats his hands away. “You’re a sadistic bastard.”

“Funny, that’s what my mum used to call me growing up.”

He doesn’t even bother to deign that with a response, just flips him off and picks his way through the crowd to get to the bar. It’s bit of a challenge to get to the bar, but he has the advantage of height on his side and is easily able to push past a gaggle of teenagers who look way to young to even be here.

Rosmerta hands him a beer and he raises the bottle in silent thanks before heading over to the side exit. It’s becoming increasingly hot inside here, and he can feel the intermittent bead of sweat slide down the back of his neck before getting soaked up by his collar. There are still Christmas lights draped around the doorframe and he tries to remember if they were always there when he yanks it open.

At the end of January, winter is still holding on with a stubborn grasp. The chill immediately nips at him and he shakes his sleeves down. His coat is still inside, bunched up between the seats of the corner booth they had appropriated for themselves earlier in the day.

Only when he leans against the wooden railing does he realise he’s not alone. There’s a girl with her back turned towards him, wearing nothing but a pair of stretchy leggings and a cable knit jumper, both too thin for this kind of weather considering she was standing unconcerned in a pile of grey slush. She holds a spliff lazily between two fingers.

He watches her as she brings it to her lips before puffing out smoke. She looks both harsh and ethereal all at once. The watery moonlight makes her skin look silver, but the orange glow of the street lamp sets her hair on fire. She breathes in another puff of smoke.

“Those things are illegal you know,” he says easily, taking a swig of his beer.

She barely even turns towards him. “You gonna rat me out?”

It must be the alcohol talking when he says, “Not if you share.”

That gets her attention, and she finally looks up at him. There’s a thick line of black smudged around her eyes, which are red rimmed. He’s not sure if it’s intentional or not, her makeup, and the redness can’t just be from the weed. Her free hand comes up to thumb away a piece of rolling paper left behind and he lets his eyes linger on the dip of her cupid’s bow.

After a moment of contemplation, she offers it to him, and he trades it for his beer. He watches the bob of her throat as he takes a hit, and then tries not to cough as he holds the smoke in his lungs. It’s been a while since he’s done this; James doesn’t really make it a habit, but he knows Sirius keeps a box stashed away in his room.

He exhales roughly, watching the smoke swirl and disappear in the night air, and hands it back to her. She clings to his beer though, refusing to give it back, and he laughs.

“You know there’s a bar right behind you,” he says, shoving his hands in his pockets. It’s a little more than cold now, and he has no idea how she’s surviving without even a hat.

“It’s my birthday, I deserve something special,” she snarks, wrapping her candy colour lips around it again. James is gentleman though, so he tries not to think of that in any other connotations.

Instead he just leans on the railing next to her and says, “Well happy birthday.”

“Thanks.”

They lapse into silence and he watches as tiny powder white flakes start to float down again. The Christmas lights inside filter through the window and turns her hair into a kaleidoscope. His glasses start to fog.

“Not to pry,” he says, ruffling his hair, “But why spend your birthday out in the cold behind a bar?”

She cocks her head to the side. “Because all my friends are either dicks or live more than a day’s drive away, and my sister’s a bitch,” she says in that easy way you talk to someone you know you’re never going to see again.

The airy way she speaks throws him a little, but he still tosses out a, “Well fuck them then,” a beat later.

Her laugh is low and smokey, and it causes something warm to coil in his belly. “How about you fuck me instead?” she says, sly, and he can’t help but smirk as he looms over her a little. Her jumper slinks down and he’s treated to a flash of lace before she rights it in place.

“As fun as that sounds,” he drawls, “I don’t screw around with girls who can’t properly consent.” He looks pointedly at the blunt held between her two fingers and she scoffs.

“I haven’t even made it through half of it as yet,” she says, and the words would sound whiny coming from anyone else, but not her; not with the corners of her mouth upturned exposing a glint of teeth. “If anyone’s compromised, it’s you. You smell like a bar.”

“Funny enough, we’re standing in a bar love.”

“We’re standing outside a bar,” she corrects him, rolling up on the balls of her feet.

He tugs on a lock of her hair. “Nitpicker,” he grouses, and her laugh is like the first day of spring after a long winter.

“Hey, how am I to know that you’re not drunk?” she says, leaning into him. Her eyes look impossibly green, and he feels his cheeks warm when he realises that he’s staring.

“Because I say I’m not obviously.”

“Prove it then.”

And, well, she’s standing too close, smelling like wildflowers under the sting of smoke while the Christmas lights twinkle across her skin. He can’t help but duck his head and kiss her, soft and a little questioning, pulling back before the moment is over.

“Does that prove it?” he asks, voice pitched shy of a whisper.

“Mmm, prove what?” she replies. Her eyes are still closed, lips parted just a bit, and he wants to kiss her all over again.

“That I really wanted to kiss you.”

She slowly blinks her eyes open and gives him a toothy grin. Her fingers are like ice as they creep up the back of his neck, and he hisses when they brush against his skin. She thinks it’s funny and does it on purpose.

“I think,” she murmurs, tiptoeing so that their noses just brush, “I think I’m going to need some further clarification on that matter.”

The hand that curls in his hair tightens, and he bumps his nose against hers at the sweet sting of it.

“My pleasure,” he rasps out before kissing her in earnest.

Her lips are cold and chapped, but her mouth is hot, opening for him to lick into. She tastes like smoke and cheap beer and, strangely enough, cinnamon, and she gives as good as she gets when it comes to kissing. The hand in his hair makes it its mission to rumple it as much as possible, and she doesn’t protest when he does the same, tugging on those long locks until she moans with it. His other hand is free to skim her body as they trade kisses, tracing the curve of her breasts, palming her ass, and she lets him, rubbing up against the hard lines of his body.

When they finally pull back, they’re both breathing hard, and her eyes are sparkling.

“That proof enough?” he pants. His hand is still resting dangerously low on her back.

She just responds by kissing him breathless once more.

“Well now that we’ve established that both parties are enthusiastically consenting,” she says after they managed to extract themselves from each other long enough to speak. That little sly grin is still pulling at her now slightly bruised lips and James is finding it hard to stop touching her. “I think we can finally get on with the show.”

His thumbs dip into the waistband of her leggings, brushing her tailbone. “You gotta venue in mind? Because I gotta say, my house is a bit too far right now.”

The sly grin turns sharklike and she leans in to tug on on his earlobe. “I think I can up with something,” she says, ghosting her lips across his cheekbone.

He flashes a lopsided grin at her. “Lead the way.”

Her ‘something’ turns out to be the handicapped stall of the women’s bathroom and James barks out a laugh.

“Classy,” he smirks as she twists the lock in place. It’s small and cramped and he crowds her up against the door, nipping at her lips. “Real classy.”

“What can I say, I’m a high end kind of girl,” she jokes, though it comes out thready as he leans in to lick a stripe down her neck.

They get lost in each other again, conversation petering out into a murmured phrase here and there, interspaced with long pauses and hot kisses. It’s only when he makes the mistake of asking her name do things get awkward.

She falters against his neck, nails digging into his biceps as she pulls back. He lost the flannel a while ago to her wandering hands, and his have been very happily plucking at her nipples through the soft cup she’s wearing.

“I’m not cruisin’ for a love connection,” she warns him with pursed lips. He still has her pinned to the door, one leg thrown around his waist as they grind into each other ever so often.

James doesn’t miss a step, just drags his teeth over her pulse and says, “Good. Me either.” He doesn’t have time for a girlfriend, not when he’s supposed to start his new job in a few weeks, and he’s heard firsthand just how hard this firm works their recruits.

“Just making sure we’re on the same page,” she says, pulling his back up and kissing him. “I’m Lily by the way.”

“James,” he mutters against her lips, tugging on them before he starts kissing down her neck, over her chest. He drops to his knees in front of her, scraping his teeth against the bump of her abdomen.

“Fuck,” she says, voice hitching, “You don’t have to-”

“It’s your birthday. You deserve something special,” he interrupts, parroting her words back to her, and a slow smile pulls at her lips.

“Alright,” she says, moving her hand from his forehead. “Treat me then.”

He gives her a two finger salute and tugs her leggings off before throwing one of her legs over his shoulder. It causes her to slump in an awkward half crouch against the door, but she soldiers on, grabbing a fist full of his hair. “For balance,” she winks, and he can’t help but roll his eyes.

There’s a small tattoo over her hipbone that he drags his lips over, and he rubs his thumbs into her skin.

She’s wet, but he still takes some time to prime her with his fingers, tapping a careless rhythm on her clit as he strokes her, until she’s shivering above him. Only after he’s gotten her nice and slick does he lick into her, and there’s a dull thump as she throws her head back against the door, a high pitched whine leaving her throat.

It’s been a while since he’s done this too, hooked up, and he tries to make it last, fucking into her cunt with tongue, sucking on her clit, before backing off with soft kitten licks as she sighs and groans above him. She’s mostly quiet, pulling on his hair a lot, but when he does something that gets a noise out of her, he does it again and again until she gives a little choked off sob that he comes to think of as a job well done.

Eventually, there’s only so many times her can push her to the edge before dragging her back, and by the time his tongue curls around that little bud, teeth gently scraping against her hypersensitive flesh, her legs are shaking, and when she comes, her hips jerk helplessly against his face. He lets her, lapping it all up as she rides out her high, and when she finally slumps boneless, she pushes his head away.

“Fuck,” she says again, pulling him up. She gives him a messy kiss, licking her taste out of his mouth and at this point he’s painfully hard against the zipper of his jeans, and he can’t stop the little helpless jerk of his hips when she bites his lip.

She pulls away, gasping, and her hands immediately go to his belt, undoing it with nimble fingers and he can’t help but thrust against her palm.

When she gets to her knees, he groans, throwing his arm across his eyes, almost knocking his glasses off.

“My turn to repay the favour,” she smirks, and then proceeds to suck him off wet and messy, her mouth and tongue and throat driving him wild to the point that he can’t even talk anymore.

After he comes, they both take a minute to catch their breaths. He hands her a wad of toilet paper to clean up while he rubs his smudged lenses against the soft material of his t shirt.

“Thanks for that,” Lily says, looking a little pink faced as she tugs her pants back up. It’s kind of cute to see her flustered after all the big talk she was pulling all night, and James bite back a smile.

“No worries,” he says, his belt clicking into place, “And uh, happy birthday.”

“Thanks.”

Lily leaves first, with a dorky half wave, and this time he doesn’t even try to hide his laughter. In fact, it gets even louder when the wave turns into her flipping him off, and she huffs and rolls her eyes, but he can see her smile as she pushes the door open.

He follows a few minutes later, taking the time to try and compose himself. It’s all for naught though because the minute Sirius sees him he rolls his eyes.

“So that’s where you went off to,” he says, sipping his dirty martini, “Of course you did. The one time all four of us finally get to spend some time together without this stupid ‘adulthood’ cloud looming over us, you go slagging off with some girl.”

“Shut up Padfoot,” he grumbles, shouldering him just rough enough that his drink threatens to slosh over.

“Leave the man alone, Sirius,” says Remus, kicking him from under the table, “We all know the only action James has been getting for a while was his left hand.”

“Thanks mate.”

“Was she hot?” Peter asks curiously.

“A total babe.”

“Did you get her number?”

He hesitates just long enough for Sirius to scoff, “Of course he didn’t. He’s a bloody wanker trying to play it cool.”

“I’m not,” he objects, pouting a little, “She didn’t want to do anything serious.”

It’s the wrong thing to say, because Sirius gets that glint in his eye and then proceeds to simper in the most sugary voice possible, “Poor Prongs here just didn’t want to get his heart broken.”

“I didn’t- shut up, that’s not true,” he says, feeling his ears burn. He pushes back from the table. “I’m going to get something to drink; you all want anything?”

“You owe us the next round for bailing,” Remus says, draining the last of his pale ale.

“I’ll buy the next two if you drop this by the time I get back.”

“Deal.”

The crowd had cleared a bit as it got later, and he can’t stop himself from inconspicuously scanning the room. There’s no sign of red hair and he feels his heart give a strange kind of twinge. Moving up to the bar, he tries to push all thoughts of her out of his head, rattling off his friends’ orders seamlessly.

“Oi hurry up you prick!” It is quickly followed by a thump that rattles the door as Sirius throws a shoe towards it. “We’re going to be late!”

“I’m coming, jeez,” says James, pulling his bedroom door open while he shrugs on his coat, “Keep your knickers on.”

“Honestly, I don’t even know why you take so long to get ready,” he says, ignoring him, “You obviously don’t put any effort into looking good.”

“Thanks.”

Sirius glance at his phone. “We have twenty minutes to get there. Evans is going to rip my balls off if we’re late.”

“Who the fuck even does brunch?” James grumbles, unlocking his car.

“Cultured people, you fuck,” Sirius shoots back at him. “Don’t expect you to know anything about that.”

Sirius likes to pretend that going to art shows and listening to indie rock bands croon in hole in the wall coffee shops that charge way too much for a macchiato makes him cultured. James on the other hand is as mainstream as one can get, and he purposely flips the radio over to the top forty hits just to piss him off.

His responding theatrical groan sounds better than whatever electro-pop music is being blasted through his speakers.

“I hate you,” he says, and then tries to block it out with his earbuds.

The restaurant they’re going too is the exact kind of thing Sirius would be into; everything is sleek and black and geometrics galore.

“It’s what the kids call minimalist,” he says smugly when they pull up.

“It’s what I call an eyesore,” says James, “Why couldn’t we do something else like, I don’t know, normal lunch. Or invite your friend over for dinner and video games?”

“Shush, Evans loves this place. She says the food is to die for,” he says absentmindedly, too busy searching the crowd for his new friend.

Apparently they met a few weeks ago when she moved into town to take up a job in the communications department of the company Sirius works with. They bonded over their shared love of Freddie Mercury, leather jackets, and motorbikes. It’s the first time Sirius has made an actual friend in a while, and James can’t help but be intrigued by this mysterious Evans.

He must find her, because the next thing he knows, he’s pulling him forward, weaving through the tables.

James doesn’t know where exactly they’re going, and as a result he almost walks into Sirius’ back.

“Jesus fuck, give a guy some warning,” he grumbles, pulling off his glasses to clean the new smudge across them, but Sirius either doesn’t hear him, or ignores him, choosing instead to say, “Evans!” and hug some stranger.

By the time he’s plopped his specs back on, pleasantries have been exchanged and Sirius is in the middle of introducing him.

“-my mate James, the one I’m always telling you about; Prongs,” he says, and James goes to offer his hand and a smile before realising exactly who’s in front of him.

His hand stills awkwardly in the air, smile freezing on his face as he just stares at her. Her poker face is much better than his though, because besides the slight widening of her eyes, she doesn’t react much.

“-Prongs, this is Lily Evans,” Sirius says excitedly, oblivious to it all.

“Nice to meet you,” she says, and her voice sounds a bit different when she hasn’t been smoking, more silvery, and he finds that his mouth has gone dry.

“Right,” he says, and his voice comes out a bit strangled. He clears his throat and offers his hand properly this time, trying not to think about what else she could do with her hand when she wraps it around his. “Yeah, nice to meet you too.”

“Wait until you meet the rest of them, Evans,” Sirius says as they all pull out their chairs. It’s a three person table so no matter where he sits, he still ends up next to her. James is pretty sure his face is doing something very weird right now, but no one has called him out on it, at least not yet. “If you can stomach Prongs here, you can handle the rest of them.”

“Don’t worry,” she says, and there’s that glimmer in her eye, the same one she had just before she kissed him the first time, “I’m sure James and I are going to get along just fine.”

Something about her expression makes him swallow thickly, eyes dropping to the black matte table instead.

God, he is so fucked .

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[littlemessyjessi]

So... regarding Harry Potter content.

So listen. I'm still very much a kpop writer.

With a dash of Top Gun Maverick... and well whatever catches my interest at this moment in time.

However, I do acknowledge that for a long time I produced A LOT of HP content. And I've recently rewatched some and I'm slowly, SLOWLY getting back into it.

Don't worry KPop ain't going no where. But I think I have been away from HP enough that I've had a chance to miss it.

That being said, you might see me start easing HP content back into this platform again.

My old HP masterlist is fucked six ways from sunday and truthfully.... le sigh... it's gonna take forever to fix.

So for newer HP content, I'm thinking I'll just create a HP masterlist part two.

Sound good?

Also, what would you like to see?

I know so many of you have messaged, sent in asks and comments regarding stories such as the James Potter fic, A Deal With Cupid.

As well as the poly marauders era and so many others.

And I do plan to finish them. I just gotta reread, maybe edit and get my notebooks out and literally plan chapters out piece by piece to get me in the zone.

However, I would like to know.

What kind of HP content do you want to see from me?

Also, P.S. for my Kpop readers, Hobi's 40 chapter story is still in the works. I am currently writing it. I just don't want to start releasing chapters until I've completely finished it. Ok, love you.

Also, please enjoy my comfort character and may he bring you some healing.

Because you're perfect.

And I know you try very hard.

And you deserve love and healing.

And I'm proud of you.

Ok, bye.

Love, K

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[littlemessyjessi]

“A Deal With Cupid”: James Fleamont Potter: PS Reader: Chapter 11

(A/N: Reader has a very cute/kawaii aesthetic to her and is all about the pampering.  I was originally gonna make her an oc but I know a lot of you have been missing reader content so I figured this would be a good compromise.  A reader insert with all that that entails but with a little bit of a theme, lol)

Also, big thank you to Delilah for comish-ing this chappie! I hope you enjoy it love! 

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James was positively buzzing with excitement.

Y/N has finally overcome her sickness...and period...with the help of the four of them mother henning over her.

And, of course, with the help of Madame Pompfrey's potions.

And just some good old fashioned rest and relaxation.

James discovered something about himself during the whole process.

And that something was that when Y/N got sick... he turned into the biggest sap in the world.

He hated it that she was sick.

Absolutely hated it.

But also...he kind of loved how needy she was and how she wanted him to hold her constantly.

Which he was more than happy to do, honestly.

The only time it was particularly gut wrenching was when he had to leave for classes or quidditch.

And of course, the absolute misery that was when McGonagall came to investigate about the sick girl and found them curled up in his bed.

To say that James panicked would've been the understatement of the century.

But the professor simply gave him a stern look and reminded him of the rules that she was sure he'd no doubt break before telling him to inform her that she is to return to her dorm when she wakes up.

James had whined incessantly but relayed the information none the less.

He walked her as far as he could before she simply pecked his cheek and went to bed.

He didn't even see her for two days but it would seem that bit of of uninterrupted rest was exactly what she needed.

That morning, he was up with the first rays of sunshine and on the Quidditch pitch for practice.

They'd spent the early hours running drills and preparing to absolutely slaughter Ravenclaw next weekend.

So he fully intended on having a shower and collapsing in his bed for a quick nap before tracking down his girlfriend to check on her.

When low and behold, he opened his dorm room and the scent of orange and cream filled his senses.

Music was coming from the door to his lav and he could smell the familiar scent of that vanilla candle.

Y/N was here and taking her bubble bath it would seem.

"Love?" James called out to her gently, as not to startle her.

"In here, James!" she called back. "I'm in the tub!"

"Oh alright, love.  I'll be out here when you get out!" he called back.

He was fighting with himself because he missed her and wanted to snatch her into his arms but he also wanted to give her her space and be respectful.

"Ok, but I mean, you can come in her, babe.  It's fine.  I'm covered by the bubbles anyway." she said and James went rigid.

"Bubbles pop, love." he chuckled nervously.

"Not these." she giggled.  "They're my own invention.  I'm a frickin genius."

"And so modest." he teased poking his head in the door to see her sitting there in a tub almost overflowing with bubbles.

She shrugged and grinned mischeviously, "Even if they do pop I think we're past that stage.  You held my hair while I puked for the past week and literally cleaned snot out of my nose."

"Yeah, that was gross." he said finally stepping into the lav and taking a seat on the edge of the tub.

Her head was wrapped up in a pink scarf, protection her hair from getting wet and there was a purple face mask covering her skin.

James couldn't help it as a soft smile crawled onto his face.

"What?" she asked furrowing her brows at him, making the mask crack a bit in places.

"Nothing." he said with a chuckle.

She splashed some water at him, "Tell me."

"Nothing." he said reaching in and splashing him back.  "It's just, I love how comfortable we are with each other.   We haven't even had our first kiss yet and here we are.  I'm covered in mud and I stink from Quidditch and you're literally sitting in a bubble bath.  You don't seem concerned with that at all."

She shrugged, "It's cause I know you won't hurt me and I know I can be myself with you."

"Me too." he smiled. "Mud and all."

"Eh." she shrugged again and pointed at her face.  "You have your mud and I have mine."

"I guess that's true." he said.

"Do you want to get in?" she asked and James nearly fell in the floor.

She giggled wildly, "I just meant because you need a bath, James.  You've been to practice.  It doesn't have to be weird if we don't make it weird. It's just a bath."

"Yeah, but we'll be.."

"Naked.  Yes." she said.  "But again, it's a bath.  If you're not comfortable that's ok.  It was just an offer anyway."

"No, no, I'm ok with that.  I just don't wanna- what I mean is- I don't want to ever make you feel like- ugh, fuck- I can't - I just don't want to-" he stammered.

"James, I'm the one that brought it up." she said pointedly.  "If I had a problem with it, then I wouldn't have said anything."

He nodded with a gulp.

"Er, uh, ok?" he said.

She tilted her head, "James, if you're not comfortable it's ok.  There's not pressure. I'm cool either way."

"No, no." he said. "I'll have a bath with you.  I just have to."

"Oh right." she said closing her eyes and creating a shield with her hands.  "Ok, go ahead.  I can't see anything."

James chuckled as he undressed, "I wasn't really worried about that but thanks for the thought."

"What do you take me for?" she teased.  "Someone who would take advantage of you in your vulnerable state?"

"And what state is that?" he asked dipping into the hot water of the tub opposite of her.

"Exhausted from Quidditch, of course." she giggled.

James snorted as he moved some of the bubbles around to cover him.

"Alright, I'm covered." he said and she moved her hands to reveal her grin.

"Helloooo." she said impishly.

"Hello." he said.

"Want some face mask?" she asked holding out the purple tube to him.

"Maybe later." he said leaning his head back on the edge of the tub.  "You know, I'd planned on a shower but I think this is much better."

"Well a soak is usually great for aching muscles.   A massage is too.  Come here and I'll rub your shoulders." she said.

James' eyes snapped open and he went rigid again.

"Uh, what?" he squeaked.

"Oh, James relax." she laughed.  "I was just gonna rub your shoulders. I know you hold a lot of tension there."

"Are you sure?" he asked, searching her eyes for any speck of hesitation.

"I won't bite." she grinned. "Unless you ask me too that is."

James narrowed his eyes at her.

"Don't you start." he said before slowly making his way over to her.

He checked her face once more for any sign of discomfort but she only smiled at him.

He turned around and she slowly pulled him back into her.

He had to work to ignore the way his skin felt against hers.

"See there." she said, placing a kiss to his jawline. "And you were scared for nothing."

"I wasn't scared, love." he admitted, relaxing as he felt her fingers gently massage his shoulders.  "I just don't want to ever do anything that hurts you or makes you uncomfortable.  You mean way too much to me.  I'd never do anything to-"

"I know, James." she said, kissing his cheek and running her fingers through his hair.

He sighed and continued to relax until he was leaning against her heavily.

She soaped up the wash rag and gently washed his chest, letting the bits of dirt slide down into the bubbles concealing them.

James continued to let her wash his hair and rub his shoulders for a bit before he leaned back to look at her.

"Thanks, babygirl." he said. "I didn't realize I needed that but I did."

"I got you." she said.  "Just like you've always got me."

He nodded, "Couldn't get rid of me if you tried."

"A week ago I might not have believed you if you said that to me but you did put up with me while I was sick AND on my period. I'm a terror when I'm like that." she admitted, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and placing her cheek into his wet hair.

"You just felt bad, love." he said, kissing the back of her hand.  "You couldn't help it."

"Still." she shrugged.

"You weren't that bad, honestly." he said. "You just wanted a lot of cuddles. But I'm always more than happy to provide that service."

She giggled behind him and he couldn't help but grin softly.

"Hey James?" she said and he leaned his head back to look at her again.

She was looking at him differently and he was mesmerized by the twinkle in her eyes.

"Yeah, love?" he asked.

She didn't say anything as she leaned in to connect their lips.

James' stomach turned and flipped as they melded together.

He never would've imagined it to happen this way but it couldn't have been more perfect.

They finally seperated and James opened his eyes to see her looking at him oddly.

It was only when she started giggling when he noticed the mask on her face was smeared everywhere.

"There's purple all over my mouth isn't there?" he asked but her giggle told him everything he needed to know.

He splashed his own face with water to wash it off before a mischevious glint took over his features.

"James Fleamont Potter, don't you dare!"

"Too late." he said and send a tidal wave of water crashing into her.

The purple mask leaked off her face and her hair wrap was soaked to her head ... but she was smiling.

She pounced on him, trying to drown him in the bath water.

It was in that moment, when she was laughing wildly and simulataneously trying to murder him that James wondered how he'd ever gotten by so long without her.

She was the love of his life and he never wanted to spend another moment without her.

------- Chapter 10 Chapter 12 coming soon ---------

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