#Modern marauders

[antarescamusxo]

Regulus: My brother is coming to pick me up

Barty: Cool

Regulus: Please don't- ugh...don't say anything stupid and don't bubble in my ear about how much you want to fuck him-

Barty: Wtf, man? Why would I do that? I have never met the guy. Do you think I have 0 respect for myself-

Sirius: Hey-what's up- traffic was painful my bad, you ready?

Barty:...

Regulus: Barty, no.

Barty:....

Regulus: Barty, stop.

Barty:....

Regulus: Barty, I will kill you-

Barty: Tell me how you want me. Anything. Everything. Can we have a sleepover- can I also please smell you hair- no, scratch that- you're invited to haunt my dreams.

[twink-remus-lupin]

youtuber au

remus runs a book review channel that has slowly been turning into a drama and rant channel

sirius and james run a joint prank channel but it’s significantly more humane than most of the popular ones (they also mostly prank each other and nothing is staged)

lily runs a true crime channel that collabs with remus frequently for special horror episodes

peter is a gamer and actually has the most subscribers out of all of them for his valorant streams

snape has multiple hate blogs for each of them

[rosiexjo]

It’s in his eyes

[iloveartinallitsforms]

in a socmed/ modern au, james would 100% copy whatever pose regulus did in snaps. regulus would send a picture of him flexing just to be snarky and james would send one back and regulus would probably fall over and scream and die

[siriuslygay1981]

Sirius-This is my best friend

Regulus-Oh haha you should hide him from me if u don't want me to flirt with him

Sirius -He's older than you?

Regulus-He don't gotta know that

Sirius-He's literally right here listening

*James making heart eyes at reg*

Regulus- We don't gotta tell anyone bbg

[dearharriet]

okay hello hi me again with a james potter request if u feel like it 🦌🦌 how about a drabble about reader calling james a pet name for the first time like baby or honey or something and he just melts on the spot and gives her the biggest lovesick puppy eyes ever and then begs her to always call him that and refuses to answer to james because ‘that’s baby to u!!!!!’ Or something<333 love u hope you’re well

ty for the request! <3 (wc: 495) fem!r

“It says we could use banana as a substitute for egg, did you know?”

You shuffle to James’ side as he pauses in the baking aisle, craning your neck to see his phone over the bulky shoulder blocking it.

“Oh yeah,” you hum, “I’ve seen that.”

James turns his wrinkled nose your way, a wink of amusement in his eyes.

“That cannot be good.”

Scanning the row of mixes beside the cart, you palm his side, his shirt soft and thin under your fingers.

“No, it’s kind of alright, actually.”

You blink back up at him, smiling, even when his big eyes bug even further under his glasses.

“You’ve tried it?”

Laughing, you encourage the cart forward again, and James with it.

“Can you see what we need next, please?” You croon. James’ eyes soften, and he looks back to the recipe page as he walks.

“Er, do we have baking powder?”

“Yes.”

He scrolls an inch further.

“Lemons?”

“I was thinking we’d just use that lemon juice in the fridge,” you say, shrugging.

“What?” James stops walking. “Baby, no.”

He steers the cart around, making a break for the produce section. “We are making these cupcakes right, my darling. I need all the best ingredients.”

You just laugh and trail after him. “It really won’t make a difference…”

As you catch up to him, James is hoisting a full netted pouch of lemons out of its sales basket.

“Jamie, we only need one,” you say, a bemused smile pulling at your lips. He looks to you, still holding the lemons up like a fresh catch.

“That’s quitter’s talk. We just need to make more cupcakes, s’all.”

He drops them in the cart, and then creeps toward you.

“Whatever you say, baby,” you tease.

James freezes before he can reach you. A slippery grin parts his lips, creasing around his eyes.

“What’d you call me?”

Flipping back through your words, you realize what you’ve said too late. In your mind, James and baby have been synonymous for a good few weeks now, you’ve just been trying to play it cool, and for good reason.

James will never let this go.

“I—” You huff, relenting. “Baby.”

In a split second James is around you, lemons forgotten in exchange for a snug embrace that warms your cheeks.

“James, we’re in public.”

“Who?” He asks, a grin pressed against your temple, and a strong hand between your shoulder blades.

Cushioning your chin on his chest, you look up at him. James has bigger heart eyes now than he did on your first date, which is saying a lot.

You know the two of you look painfully smitten, and that any passersby might be bothered by the PDA, but it’s hard to stifle your affection for James.

“Can you call me that more often?” He asks gently, so lovelorn that it nips your heart a little. “I really liked it.”

And how can you say no to that?

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thank u for reading! xx

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[theprince237]

I'm a whore for modern AUs I'll admit it. Pop culture references? Yes please. Texting in fics? YES. TEXTING FIC? 100% yes. SOCIAL MEDIA AUs? YES sounds amazing. Give me that coffee shop au, the college one, idc I love them so much. I eat them up. One of my favorite fics I read last summer was just a highschool jegulus/wolfstar AU. I loved it AND another I read was you signed up for this by Solmussa. Perfect summer fic. 10/10. I only read happy endings nowadays and I just love happy modern fics with some angst sprinkled in they're great.

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

a modern au where james is a clothing designer and all of his pieces are tailored for sirius and sirius alone and then when james make it big (because ofc he does hes a genius) sirius is like the face of the company and all of james' mannequins he works on are sirius-replicas and he talks about it constantly and its a little creepy how obsessive it is to the general public but sirius is just as obsessed so its alright

[sexymoonmansslut]

lovelies <3

i mean what else can i say. wolfstar you’ll always be famous 🫶

[daenysx]

hii!! i just noticed you're receiving requests, so here's mine!!

a smutty one shot with sub!james potter maybe? it can be any plot, I just can't get enough of him being subby🤭 please and thank youu🤍

thank you for requesting, this is my first time writing for james [and a sub!male character, so i'm not sure if this is good enough :) ] i hope you enjoy! nsfw. requests are open!

modern au. james potter x fem!reader

glossy eyes of a pretty boy

you are almost asleep when something starts buzzing on your nightstand. you try to blink the sleep away by sitting on bed and taking your phone in your hand. james's name is shiny on the dark screen, you answer his call quickly, and put the phone on your ear.

"jamie?" you ask sleepily.

"hey, angel." he says, he sounds tired. "i'm sorry, were you sleeping?"

you rub your eyes, sleep fades away when your boyfriend sounds so unlike himself. "no, no, that's fine. are you okay?"

james almost stammers, unsure for the rest of this conversation. suddenly he doesn't feel so confident to act like his usual self at the moment. "can i come over?" he asks, avoiding the last minute hesitation. "it's just- you can say no of course, it's late, but i'm-"

"no, no." you're quick to shut him up, he's just being lovely. "please, come over."

he thanks you silently and you end the call with a frowny look on your face. there is something wrong with james's voice. you leave your bed, he won't take long to be here, and you wait for the doorbell in the living room.

you open the door as you hear his footsteps outside, and there he is. your lovely boyfriend walks into your apartment with tired legs, he doesn't even seem to have his usual strength as he takes you in his arms for a hug. you wrap your arms around his neck, your fingers are quick to rub the back of his neck. you press gentle nails on his skin, right where his skin meets his hair, and he melts into the hug.

"are you okay, baby?" you ask, trying for an eye contact. "you're worrying me, what's wrong?"

james kisses your cheek before he closes the door and leans his back to it. "i had an argument with the coach." he says, quietly. "it was awful. he thinks i'm not giving my best to the team. he thinks i have the potential to be better but i'm not trying enough."

you cup his cheeks instantly, eyes wide and heart clenching. "no, baby, no." you want to beat his coach even though the guy is twice your size. "you know none of it is true."

they are not true, and james should know that. he is doing his best, always working together with the rugby team, he is constantly at practices, he gives the strength of his mind and body to the sport he loves. you are sure it was just an argument made of his coach's strict strategies to get his players motivated, it has happened to another guy on james's team before, but it doesn't make any excuses for your boyfriend's poorly state right now.

you stroke james's cheeks and he gives in to your touch. you raise on your tiptoes, pressing a kiss on his upper lip. you take his hand and lead him to your bedroom. he kicks his shoes quickly, following your steps.

you sit on the edge of the bed as you pull james in front of you, he stands between your legs as he takes his glasses off and puts them on your nightstand. you push his shirt upwards, kissing his abdomen fondly, your lips curling on his skin as you suck a little spot. you pull him from his belt loops and james almost loses his mind.

you tug on his shirt. "can you take this off for me?"

he nods, streching his muscles to take off his shirt. he looks back at you, you're unzipping his pants as you press kisses on his skin. his muscles tighten under your lips, you are in control. you pull his pants down and he takes them off too.

he stands in front of you, melts under every kiss and every touch. "can i-" he takes a breath. "can i take this off?" his fingers are on the sides of his boxer, waiting for an approval before he acts. you look up to him, asking for a simple word. "please, angel."

you nod, smiling. he is your perfect boy. "of course, jamie, go ahead."

he listens, taking off his underwear and his socks before you pull him into bed with you. the sheets are still warm from your earlier slumber, james exhales tiredly as he lays facedown on your bed. you rub his back, fingertips grazing his skin rather playfully. you kiss the side of his neck, his curls spread on your pillow. he looks so, so beautiful.

you keep touching him, realizing he is lifting his hips and pressing them back to bed for a little friction. you smile, letting him look at you. "come here, baby." you pull james on your body and he leans into your touch. he is lying on his side, looking at you through glossy eyes. "let me treat you right." you say, fondly. "you deserve it, right? tell me you deserve it, jamie."

he nods, getting even closer to you in bed. "i deserve it." he is quiet but you can do with it.

"there you go." you kiss his forehead. "i'll take care of you until you forget everything he ever said. he's lying anyway, why should we care what he says, right baby?"

he nods. "yeah." you nod encouragingly. "yeah, none of it was true."

"you don't have to think about anything now." you whisper. "just focus on me."

he nods obediently. you find a comfortable position on bed, you can hold james and touch him with your free hand. you bring your hand to his chest, his abdomen, and between his legs. he is getting harder with the passing seconds, begging silently for a relief before he falls asleep.

you take his achingly hard cock in your hand, softly stroking it. he is quiet when he moans, just leaning into your touch. you keep stroking him gently, until you get a word from his lips. "please."

"you're okay, baby." you say. "everything's okay."

he nods, moving his hips against your hand. your other hand strokes his hair, and it's so gentle. he gives in, your touch brings him back. you keep moving your hand, soft and rough. your fingers graze the tip of his cock, he's sensitive, and he moans your name.

you touch him, his hands grab your waist as he holds onto you. "you're doing so good for me." you kiss his hair. "you're being so good. always the best."

james buries his face to your neck, inhaling your scent and looking for something to keep him steady. he moves his hips to your hand again, muscles streching in the warmth of the bed, your soft hand grabbing him gently. he wants to stay in the moment, he wants to stay here forever. he feels so safe and secured, trusting you to take care of him.

"i'm-" he kisses your neck, tries for words. "i'm so close."

"i know, baby." you say. "will you be good for me? will you come for me?"

he nods. "yes, yes, i will." he buries himself closer like it's possible. "i'll be good, please."

you move your hand a little faster. he deserves to finish, deserves to relax with you. you twist your hand like you've been doing for minutes, one last stroke, one last touch on the tip of him. james arches his back to you, he doesn't have any control of his movements anymore. he comes to your hand, white cum drips down on his belly and your leg a little bit. you help him ride through his orgasm, last drops of the liquid as you milk him dry.

james gives you a sound of moaning as you push him gently to lay on his back. he tries to catch his breath, the moment of intimacy is never lost on him as he holds your waist. he blinks, watches the ceiling. you sit on the bed slowly, leaning in to give him a kiss on his lips.

"can you close you eyes for me?" you ask with a lovely voice. "i'll be here in a minute."

he closes his eyes but doesn't let go of you. "don't leave me, please."

you give him another kiss because he's just so, so pretty when he begs you to stay. "i'll clean us up, and i'll get you some water baby." you push his hair back from his sweaty forehead. "i'll be back really fast, okay?"

james hums, you are quick on your steps as you clean your hands and your leg in the bathroom. you get him a freshly washed towel and help him clean himself though you were the messier one just a minute ago. you toss the towel into the washing machine before you leave for kitchen. you lean to the counter, trying to get yourself calm. your heart beats so fast, the waves of arousal from a moment with your boyfriend washes over you. this isn't about you tonight, you will not ask for james to return the favor. you should relax a little before getting into the bed with him again.

you fill a huge glass of water for james, after you drink one yourself. you go back to your bedroom, sitting next to the spot james is lying. his eyes are still closed, you worry he fell asleep for a second.

he blinks when you cup his cheek. he gives you a perfect smile, turning his face to kiss your hand. "i thought you fell asleep." you say.

james shakes his head. "i was waiting for you."

you give him a proud smile. "would you like some water?"

he nods, and you help him sit. he takes the glass from your hand and sips greedily. you can't help but smile at him, he finishes the glass quickly. "thank you, angel." he says, getting closer to your face to give you a kiss. you part your lips for him as he kisses you breathless.

you pull yourself back, looking at his pretty eyes. "you know, i really do believe your coach is not true in his words. i know how hard you try and how good you are in the field." you stroke his cheek. "i hope you believe in me. i never want you to be upset or doubt yourself when you're so good."

he nods, grateful and sweet. "it means a lot to me. your opinion, i mean. i'm glad for your support, my love, i really am."

you give him another smile, he puts the empty glass next to his glasses and you move to your side on the bed. "i can get you a shirt if you want, maybe you'll get cold." you say before laying down properly.

he shakes his head. "it's fine." he hesitates before he asks for something else. "would you- would you like to take your shirt off? so that i can feel you closer."

he is so gentle like he always is, you nod. "of course, i'd like that."

you make a quick work of your clothes, taking off everything. skin to skin contact makes everything better and james is so, so big and warm. you pull him to your naked chest as he presses a kiss on your skin. he gently holds your waist as you stroke his curls in your hand, brushing his hair back, helping him bury himself closer to your body. "you are okay, hmm? you are okay, baby."

"you didn't get to come." he murmurs, sleepily. "i promise, in the morning." he whispers disconnected words.

"i'm fine, that was for you." you lead his thigh to stay between your legs, pressing your warm cunt on his muscular leg to remain steady until the morning. "can you keep your leg here, sweetheart? i'll be okay than."

he nods, kissing you one last time on the skin below your nipple before sleep takes him. "of course. thank you." he streches like a kitten, and he settles down. "i love you."

you whisper the words back to him, holding him close to your chest until he finally falls asleep. the bed is warm and james's leg helps you when you can close your eyes. your pretty boy takes a sleepy breath, and you keep him under the covers, forever keeping him in your arms.

[kayrma]

See You At the Next Stop

Lily Evans meets a posh-looking bloke with messy hair on the way back to London, and for once in her life she actually enjoys a train ride. Maybe having a spontaneous seat partner isn't that bad after all.

Read on AO3 (2.9k words)

happy birthday, lily evans-potter! didn't have enough time to finish my punk!lily fic but i realized i never actually posted this fic from two years ago to tumblr so this is my contribution for today <3

Lily stared down the document in front of her, willing her brain to start writing words again. She had been on the train for nearly two hours now, travelling from Edinburgh to London. Visiting home had been yet another disaster, with Petunia continuing to judge Lily for moving to London after school and finding an inner-city job.  Her sister liked to say that Lily was wasting her money trying to live on her own (which was a lie, Lily had a lovely roommate named Mary), and that she’d be better off staying home and finding a husband. Sometimes, Lily thought Petunia was stuck in the nineteenth century, but she blamed most of that on her horrendous boyfriend Vernon, who worked for a drilling company or something else of the sort – it seemed far too boring to keep track of. 

Really, Lily had only gone home to visit their mum, following the two-year anniversary of her father’s death. His death had hit their family hard, despite them all knowing it was coming. Her father had suffered from cancer in his final years, but it still hurt knowing he was gone. Mr. Evans was Lily’s biggest supporter, encouraging her to attend Cambridge despite the monetary toll it would put on their family. He had helped her search for scholarships, and she ended up going to university for much lower than she ever could have expected without her father’s help. He was the one who helped her move to London, being there to help her move into her tiny flat despite him slowly growing weaker. She missed him every day, and she missed her mum, but she needed to be back in the city for work tomorrow.

Snapping out of her painful memories, Lily looked back at the half-empty document, with only a title and an introduction on it, not even in Times New Roman yet. She switched the font, the Arial irritating her, and leaned back into her seat. Even though she was on the high-speed rail, the train ride had felt impossibly long. She was seated next to some messy-haired Indian bloke, his glasses on top of his head and earbuds plugged in as he typed away on his own laptop. The man was gorgeous, to say the least, especially since he had unbuttoned the top collar of his dress shirt, and was wearing Converse with his slacks. Really, she couldn’t not admire him. Lily had a personal policy of not sitting next to men if she could avoid it, but he looked around her age and seemed relatively unassuming when he got on at Newcastle about an hour after her, and Lily found herself unable to say no. A part of Lily had wanted to ask him for his name, to know more about him, but he seemed to be a little bit of a mess as he got on the train. All he offered her was an apologetic smile as he struggled to shove his duffel into the overhead compartment as the train started moving. She smiled back at him, perhaps a little too eagerly in comparison to his semi-grimace. He had rolled up his sleeves as he sat down, and what was Lily supposed to do but stare at his well-defined tan forearms? He probably worked in some posh company, considering his attire (not that Lily could judge, she was still wearing business casual as well). Any time she peeked over at his laptop, he was typing furiously into some form of sheets that she truly could not decipher no matter how much she wanted to try. Looking away from him and turning her attention back to her own laptop, her brain felt like it was about to melt. 

Deciding to take a break, Lily closed her laptop, ridding her mind of thoughts about her struggling article. She pulled out her phone, and seeing that her plan was about to run out for the month, she started to play some silly game that didn’t require any data. At that moment, the messy-haired bloke looked over, saying “Oh, I love that game!”

He had said it extremely loud, presumably because he was blasting music in his earbuds, but Lily laughed and turned towards him.

“Really? All my mates make fun of me for playing it – what level are you on?”

“Oh, don’t worry, my mates do the same. They say it’s because I still act like a ‘bloody child’ but I think I just enjoy a bit of mindless fun, y’know?”

Lily nodded, glad to see that she had something in common with the gorgeous bloke. He hadn’t told her what level he was on, but his smile and enthusiasm more than made up for it.

“Regardless, I’ll let you get back to the game, this project might be the death of me.”

She slumped back as gracefully as she could, disappointed that he was busy, but she shot him another smile and went back to playing her silly little game. After exhausting her thumbs, she genuinely felt like she had lost brain cells, choosing to just put away her phone and relax with some music. Putting her head against the seat, she closed her eyes and tried to stop thinking entirely. However, no matter how much she tried to empty her mind, the bloke next to her kept popping into her mind. She ended up just embracing it, allowing her mind to fill with thoughts of who he could possibly be as she felt herself drifting off into sleep. 

Lily had no idea when she woke up, but she felt an impossible crick in her neck as she opened up her eyes. Quickly checking her watch for the time, she realized she had only been asleep for a little over half an hour, and sighed in relief – she’d still have time to try and work on her article again. However, as she tried to get up, she realized there was a weight on top of her head. Glancing upwards, she realized she had fallen asleep on the bloke’s shoulder, and he was leaning back on top of her head as his hands were stilled on his laptop. His shoulders were sturdy and broad, and Lily thought that she wouldn’t mind staying there forever. Not wanting to disturb him as he seemed utterly relaxed, Lily stayed put, hoping he’d wake up soon. 

After a few minutes (that felt like a lovely forever), his head lifted off of hers, and she took the opportunity to escape. Before she could even look at him, she heard the sound of his neck cracking as he stretched it, and Lily’s jaw dropped wide open. 

“That sounded like it hurt,” she commented discreetly, hoping he wouldn’t take it the wrong way. 

He smiled at her, glasses almost slipping off his nose now, rather than tangled in his messy hair. Shaking his head, he said “I always do it to wake myself up, it feels rather good actually.” The bloke proceeded to crack each one of his knuckles, and then his wrist. Lily grimaced at the noise, but couldn’t help herself from laughing. She figured she should probably apologize to him for falling asleep on him, even though she didn’t know how she ended up on his shoulder. 

“I’m Lily, by the way. Sorry I fell asleep on you. I’ve been working on an article and my brain genuinely felt like it might have melted if I hadn’t taken a break.”

“No worries Lily, it’s lovely to meet you,” he stuck out his hand, “Potter. James Potter.”

“Bond-like, are we?” Lily took his hand and gave him a firm handshake, trying to put on as serious of a face as she could in order to mirror his own expression. 

“Of course, milady Evans. What takes you to London this fine weekend?”

“Why Mr. Potter, I’m heading back to work. I visited my mum in Edinburgh, and I’ve got a roommate and a flat and a job to get back to tomorrow.”

“Is that so?” James flashed a smirk that would have brought her to her knees if she hadn’t already been sitting down. “Well Evans, I’ve just done the same, except that I visited my mum and dad in Newcastle, and am heading back to the flat I share with my brother and our friends, and a job as well.”

Lily giggled, of all things, and looked down to realize that their hands were still intertwined from when he had reached out to shake them. She dropped it before she could get too flustered, and tried not to notice the disappointed look on James’ face. 

“Right then, Potter, where do you work? I’d bet it’s somewhere posh, with the clothing you’re wearing and those sheets you were typing away on.”

Clearly surprised she had noticed, James’ quick reaction gave away that she seemed to have gotten everything right.

“Stalking me already Evans? And then falling asleep on me? Have you got some sort of ploy going on here, an evil scheme or whatnot?”

“Oh of course, I’m a journalist for The Daily Prophet, you see, and you’re the subject of my next story. James Potter: The Posh Bloke with Messy Hair and Unfinished Work.”

James let out a loud laugh at that, startling the other people in the full cabin. They all seemed to glare at him, despite his laugh being perfectly beautiful in her opinion.  He raised a thick eyebrow, questioning her with just that one expression.

“Alright, well you’re not the subject of my next article Potter, sorry to disappoint. But I do really work for The Daily Prophet, and I’m afraid I’m the one with unfinished work seeing as my article’s barely hit a page yet.”

“And you’re sure it can’t be about me? My messy hair just won’t do for The Prophet?”

“Afraid not, sorry, unless you’ve got a secret as to how you manage to keep it that messy. You’ve run your hands through it more than I can count in just the time we’ve been talking, and it’s not shown a single sign of being tamed.”

“Well Evans, I suppose I’ll let you in on a secret then.” He leaned in close to her, his lips almost brushing her ear as his breath made her shudder. “My dad’s actually the creator of Sleakeazy’s Hair Products, and I refuse to use it out of principle.”

Lily’s head snapped around so quickly it nearly gave her whiplash. She looked at James with an incredulous look on her face – there was no way he was telling the truth. But his face looked so earnest, completely devoid of his teasing demeanor, and Lily ended up just staring at him in bafflement. He snickered as she continued to stare him down, and his hands went right back up to muss up his hair.

“Yeah, I know. My brother ended up with the good hair genes, considering Sleakeazy’s has never really been able to do much for me anyways. Well, he’s not really my brother, we took him in after he ran away from his shitty family, but he’s my brother in everything but blood.”

James seemed like he was about to continue rambling, almost like his mouth was moving quicker than his brain. Lily reached out to put her hand on his wrist, but whether she did it to calm him down or for her own benefit, she didn’t quite know. 

“That’s really sweet of you and your family, James,” she gave him a small smile, “You’re clearly of the good sort. Maybe I will write my article about you after all. James Potter: A Bloke with Messy Hair and a Penchant for Being a Good Person.”

“All that from a bit of rambling, eh, Evans?” He was evidently smug, happy with the perception he’d given of himself. Something about his smirk made Lily want to wipe it clean off his face with a kiss, but it was far too early and far too public of an area to do that. Instead, she humored him with a laugh, and pulled her laptop out of her bag. 

Opening a new document, she enlarged the font into the awful old-Gothic newspaper style that came preloaded, and wrote up all the silly titles she’d come up with today. James reached for it slowly, wordlessly asking permission to take her laptop. She nodded and passed it to him, curious to see what he’d possibly type. He deleted all the words she’d put in, and changed the font to fucking Lobster, of all things, and then turned the laptop away from her. James seemed to be taking his time to think about what he was about to type, mussing up his hair yet again. After a minute or so of anticipation, he turned the laptop back to her, and it read: “James Potter: A Bloke with Messy Hair Who’d Like to Take One Lily Evans on a Date.”

Lily gave him what might have been the goofiest grin of all time, snatched back her laptop, changed the font to a respectable Times, enlarged it, and wrote in “Yes” so that it would fill up the page. James smiled back at her with the same reckless abandon, and leaned over to hold her hand. And then the computer nearly slipped off her lap.

They both reached for it, knocking heads in the process, but managed to save it from a horrific death on the train (she was a journalist, she needed to make use of her sensationalizing skills sometimes), and they both started laughing. They kept going even as she quickly put her laptop back in its bag. The passengers around them were definitely staring at them with irritation now, but that meant nothing to her if it meant seeing James’ smile. She leaned back into him and grabbed his hand to hold it properly this time, looking up at him like she could ravish him right there. He stared back at her with the same dark look in her eyes, and kissed her forehead and her nose. 

God, this boy and his ability to make her giggle. She whispered, “If you’d like to kiss me, you can just do it, y’know?”

He leaned in for a chaste kiss, “Right, but if I kissed you like I wanted to right now, we’d probably get a complaint for public indecency. Besides, it’s just another half hour to London, and my flat’s not too far from the station.” And then he winked at her. Lily gaped at him with an open mouth, and James pushed it back closed after a beat, saying “Don’t catch any flies in there, love.” Truly, James Potter was an enigma she could write an article on. 

“Well, I suppose I’ll get back to writing my article then. It seems I might be busy after we get off this train.” 

James stared her down as she pulled her laptop back out of its back, tied up her hair, and for extra flair, picked his glasses off his head and put them on. 

“Fuck, nevermind, you’re blind as a bat, Potter,” Lily blinked furiously, and shoved them back onto his face. James ruffled his hair (of course he did), and reopened his own work. Before he started working though, he reached over and pulled her closer to him, so much so that she was nearly on his lap, and then took his arm right back away once she was squished into him. Embracing the position, Lily opened a new document, abandoning the pages she had previously written, deciding that her next article would just have to be about something more lighthearted than the current foreign affairs of the UK government; her boss Minerva could probably appreciate some good news anyway. Pulling up the notes of an old interview she had done. Finally finding a rhythm as she typed away, Lily was startled by the “London, next stop!” that blared over the train’s PA system. She glanced over at James, who seemed just as rattled, and they both put their things away in unison. As everyone else on the trains stood from their seats to take their luggage, James immediately bumped his head as he got up.

“Bloody hell, these have no right being so low,” He grumbled as he stretched out and reached for his duffel.

“Sure you won’t need help with your bag this time, Potter?” Lily felt the need to tease him, just to humble him with her first impression of him from when he boarded the train. As if to prove a point, James swiped her bag off the overhead carry bin as well, and held on to both of them as the cabin started to clear out. Lily did a final check of their seats, and lightly jogged to follow him out.

“Well Potter, I recall you saying your flat wasn’t too far from the station. Are you planning on making good on that?”

“Of course Evans, what kind of man do you take me for? I’ll have you know I don’t put out on the first date though, I’ll be making you food since my flat’s got a stellar kitchen.” She raised an eyebrow at him, willing him to continue, because she wanted to know what he could possibly be making for her. “My mum’s aloo tikki recipe, I think you’ll like it.”

“This feels like a dig at me for being half-Irish, but I never mentioned that, so I’ll accept it. I look forward to seeing your cooking skills since you’ve got the sort of hair that would catch on fire in a kitchen.”

James gave her that stunning smile again, and grabbed her hand as they walked out of the station, and on the way to his flat. Lily had a good feeling about this bloke with messy hair and enough charm to create a whole new world.

[flowersforfrancis]

modern Remus

[perpetuallydaydreaming]

stop flirting with the nurse, it’s embarrassing.

it’s hard to act cool if james’ beautiful, hot nurse can hear his heart rate.

tags: james potter x gn!reader,, modern au,, hospitals,, nurse!reader,, remus pov,, melodramatic sirius and peter,, fluffy,, crack(?),, short around 1.3k wc,, no mentions of y/n

a/n: contrary to the title, there are no flirting just james being awkward lol,, i have no idea about the process of how vital checking goes sorry,, finding photos for this probably took longer than writing the fic itself rip.

it is to be noted that remus, resignedly, accepted it was only a matter of time before james got hospitalized for his recklessness.

now, with sirius and peter on either side of him, they wait for james to gain consciousness from his surgical procedure. it was a minor one, hardly one that needed 24/7 surveillance that sirius begged him to be a part of nor is the blubbering phone call from peter about james dying. the doctors even said he could be discharged the same day, if he woke up within the hour or so.

but remus is nothing but a people-pleaser. so, he stayed to watch over james as sirius requested and comforted peter that their loud, obnoxious (/fond) friend will wake up soon.

the room ridiculously quiet, a word rarely used as an adjective if they were involved, but it was. the only sound in the room, is the constant slow stream of the heart monitor and james’ soft breathing. remus can attribute this peace that the unnecessarily frantic and ballistic duo has now gone to sleep on the hospital’s stiff couch.

your head poked in first through the curtain before offering the gentlest smile and a silent request for you to come closer. you had been nothing but kind and attentive, to the point you were somewhat spoiling his overdramatic friends and their bemoaning about death and pain.

acknowledging their concerns with facts, reassurances, and empathic smiles. though he couldn’t miss the twitch of your lips as you try and stop, what remus imagines is a bellowing laughter at their dramatic reactions over james’ “demise.” not that remus blames you if you did let out a little laugh, it was getting theatric for a simple, small, and successful surgery. but he understands that professionalism comes first, such reactions might not be appropriate.

“well, everything seems fine here. your friend should be waking up anytime soon, if he does, don’t hesitate to ring us over so we can have him checked and he can be discharged. but before i leave the room, do you want me to do anything for you, any questions or concerns?” you say, voice gentle and firm

“no, we’re good, thank you.”

you nodded and gave a pretty smile, “okay then.”

you adjusted the curtain to close it fully, giving a stirring james and the sleeping visitors some privacy.

it wasn’t long before james woke up, groaning and stretching as if he had just been napping. albeit, a little delirious still, from the anesthesia no doubt.

he had opened his eyes now, unnaturally drooping and hazed, remus reached over and thwacked sirius and peter on their heads, “james’ awake.” he hums, giving nothing but an innocent looking smile as they glare for their rude awakening.

any sort of complaints from the smack quickly died out when they saw james, crowding over him and hugging him as if he’s been gone for 3 years and not 3 hours.

peter grabs james’ hands and recounts his experience of how he heard the news (from a text). at the same time with sirius exclaiming,

“oh, i’m so relieved you’re alright!” sirius cries, cradling james’ head to his chest, nuzzling through the knotted mass of curls to which remus only rolls his eyes at the theatrics of it all.

leaving remus no choice but to call you back into their section and have him checked for the last time.

“i’m fine,” james rasps, giving a sleepy smile and sluggishly patting both of the melodramatic thespians as comfort.

he looked fine, his hair no doubt knotted, his lips cracked dry but still rosy-cheeked.

when you arrived, sirius and peter have behaved themselves to sit down on the chair beside james’ bed. you slid the curtains fully, letting the light into their area. the fluorescent lights behind your head creating a soft halo as you kindly smile at james.

he looked to be stuck in a dazed trance. eyes still drooping but wider than when he first woke up, mouth slightly open, and body seemed to be frozen in place.

at first, remus thought of this due to the lingering effects of anesthetics but heard james’ heart rate steadily increase in speed.

the beeping machine seemingly louder now than before.

“hello, james. how are you feeling?” you hum, walking to go near him to do your routine check up.

the beeping seem to have picked up in speed as you neared his bed.

remus looked to the others to see if they noticed. the three of them, doing their best to cover their mouths to muffle their laughter.

“..’m fine..” james mumbled, starry-eyed gaze stuck to your face as you check his file and vitals.

“no pain? or headaches? any discomfort?” you ask, jotting down notes.

“jus’ perfect. ” he said, sounding a bit breathless.

the beeping was just going incrementally faster, the nearer you go to him.

you look at the monitor, face looking confused and worried all the same. “is it okay if i touch you? i’m just going to check on something really quick.”

the beeping stops for 2 whole seconds before continuing its raging beats. by now the three boys are having a field day, face red from the silent laughter and disbelief.

his heart literally skipped a beat, what even is this guy really? remus amusedly thinks to himself.

james couldn’t seem to say anything but give a measly nod. you grab your stethoscope, and listened to his raging heartbeat to see if anything was wrong. but james’ heart rate just seemed to have gained more momentum as you gently place your hand on his shoulder.

you move away, and slowly the heart rate slowed down, but still fast enough that you looked at him in slight concern.

“your heart rates a bit fast,” you noted, looking straight at him.

james’, oh sweet james, cheeks bloomed a glowing red and bashfully looked down.

you wrapped the stethoscope around your neck again and gave him a sweet, reassuring smile, “but other than that, everything looks to be in order. i’ll bring over the papers you have to sign and then you guys are free to go.”

when you finally walked away, james heart rate seemed to slow down to the normal speed once more. lolling his head to the side, as he groans in utter embarrassment and self-loathing.

“what is wrong with me?” he groans, cheeks still aflame.

sirius smirks, “your usual weakness to utter babes, that’s what.”

“your heart was going so fast i thought it was going to pop.” peter gushed laughing.

james playing with his starchy blanket, muttering lowly, “you think the pretty nurse heard that?”

the boys snorts out a laugh,

“i think the whole bloody hospital heard it mate,” remus cackled.

you came into view again, attending to another patient checking their vitals. offering the same kind of glowwy smile you gave them not a minute ago.

and because james just loves torturing himself, his gaze lands on you again. the same dazed look, body frozen but his eyes actively following your every move. the boys heard his heart rate—the beeping sounds picking up again.

this time sirius couldn’t stop his bark of laughter, causing you to look over them, curious.

your gaze connecting with james for a solid second.

they heard the monitor give another long pause before resuming its fast beeps. remus shook his head laughing, telling you not to worry.

you give remus a small nod, before looking over at his flustered friend, giving james a smaller, but somehow the sweetest smile you showed all day and abashedly looking away.

and james looking undeniably enamoured by your brief exchange. letting his tongue wet his dry lips as a giddy, rather boyish smile erupts from his face.

hopefully, this doesn’t give james more reason to be reckless and get himself admitted to the hospital more often. but if he does, at least it’ll be a funny story.

[moutainrusing]

James’ playlist:

Queen, Troye Sivan, Sam Smith, David Bowie, songs which have general gay vibes about them, more songs which are generally gay…

James: I’m not gay.

James: No, really, I’m not gay.

- - -

Youtube, recommending Hayley Kiyoko to Lily:

Lily: I’m gay.

[percesdead]

barty's the type of guy to roast siri. he would just say the most horrendous things and evan would be cheering him on in the background like "YEAHH BABE!! DESTROY THAT BITCH!!!"

[mischief-marauders]