#dead wizards from the 70s

[marauders-mwpp]

I actually love this

Regulus and Remus HAD a crush on each other on the SAME period .

Third year for Regulus and Fourth year for Remus.

Regulus gay awerning was Remus , and Remus first real crush was Regulus.

They were paired for commenting quidditch matches when Regulus had a broken wrist when he returned Hogwarts that year.

They commented together, and they were hilarious, they had the sarcasm and the passion.

Peter and Pandora were the true victims of this, Dora listened to Regulus rambling about Remus' welsh accent and Peter listened to Remus about Regulus' eyes.

They shared cigarettes ( Remus cigarettes which for casualties were always few of them so they had to share them instead of each having one ) , they walked down together a little later than other students because none of them wanted to leave actually, Regulus was gifted one of Remus sweathers by Remus himself one day in winter.

When Regulus wrist was okay, Remus thought that they would stop talking, instead Regulus always asked him if he was the one commenting on the match and once he said that Remus gave him luck ( Remus cried thank you , Peter wanted to suicide ) .

Passing fourth/third year their situation becomes purely friendly, they still have that strange connection but only as friends.

In Fifth Remus started dating Sirius and Regulus started to like James ( Pandora first thought was to suicide ) .

Years later one evening someone asked Regulus who has been his gay awakening and he answered that it was Remus in his third year.

Peter almost suffocated , and Remus said that in the same period he had a crush on Regulus. ( Regulus laughed the HARDEST in his entire life , Remus with him , Pandora and Peter they sighed damn loud )

When the others asked why they didn't confess, they both answered that they thought the other was being friendly.

Barty cried because ( his literal words ) : ' We could have the hottest couple of Hogwarts , Merlin and Morgana both ' .

Regulus and Remus both laughed ( Sirius and James were having an aneurysm ) .

[ravensincowboyhats]

Just a reminder that Lily and James are soulmates. <3

Destined to meet in every universe. <3

Born meant for a collision. <3

They’re a rare phenomenon. <3

There’s only a few other occurances of similar phenomena but they’re not soulmates - Tonks’ patronus changed to Remus, Snape’s patronus was Lily. That was closer to obsession than the pure cosmic twins that Lily Evans and James Potter are. It could not have been a shock to anyone to learn that a world-changing prophecy is made about their son.

They were always going to be someone important to each other, they weren’t chained to a pre-written romance. Their romance is entirely their own, and it’s unimaginable how much love they had because it’s something otherworldly.

If they were to be separated by death, neither Lily or James would ever fall in love again. They’re that cutesy.

[atsro-slut]

Hiiiii! Thank you again for wanting to write my never-ending requests, I absolutely love it ☺️ Could I ask for reader x anyone who has too much to carry on the bus and when it abruptly stops she goes flying but the character catches her and that's the start of some blossoming feelings with both of them? 🤭 (I have watched too many rom-coms help) Thank you!

Whirlwind Beginnings

Hi hon!! Im so so so so SO sorry that this took so long! I hope you enjoy!!!!!

Sirius Black x female!reader

Y/N’s chaotic start to the school year hit its peak when the train screeched to a stop, sending her flying—straight into Sirius Black’s arms.

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The platform at King’s Cross Station was its usual whirlwind of activity, with students saying their goodbyes to teary parents, luggage carts piled high with trunks and owl cages, and the occasional misplaced toad hopping along the platform. Amid the commotion, Y/N was struggling with an overwhelming pile of belongings.

Her trunk was larger than usual this year, stuffed to the brim with textbooks, cauldrons, and everything else Hogwarts deemed essential for its students. On top of that, her younger brother had accidentally packed his items in her trunk instead of his own, leaving her to carry the weight of two students’ worth of school supplies.

As she tried to maneuver her way toward the scarlet Hogwarts Express, Y/N huffed in frustration. Her owl, Artemis, hooted indignantly in her cage, which was balanced precariously on the top of the trunk. The cart squeaked under the strain, threatening to topple at any moment.

“Great start to the term,” Y/N muttered under her breath as she finally reached the train. A kind older student helped her lift her trunk onto the train, though she insisted on managing the rest herself. “Thanks,” she said with a polite nod, wishing the ground would swallow her whole from the embarrassment of her ungraceful display.

After wrestling her belongings into an empty compartment, Y/N sank onto the bench, letting out a sigh of relief. Her arms ached, and her back protested after the effort, but at least the hardest part was over—or so she thought.

The train whistle blew, signaling their imminent departure. Y/N pulled out a novel she had been meaning to finish over the summer, grateful for a moment of peace. But as the train picked up speed, the rhythmic chugging and gentle swaying proved too soothing. She set the book aside and let her gaze drift out the window.

Her tranquility was short-lived. Somewhere near the front of the train, a sudden jolt threw the carriages off their rhythm. Y/N barely had time to register the screech of brakes before the train came to an abrupt halt. 

The force of the stop sent her flying forward. Her feet tangled in her own belongings, and she flailed helplessly, bracing for the inevitable crash against the compartment door. But instead of hitting cold, unforgiving wood, Y/N found herself caught by something—or rather, someone.

“Careful there,” a warm voice said, tinged with amusement.

Dazed, Y/N looked up into the grinning face of Sirius Black. His dark hair framed his face in a charmingly disheveled way, and his gray eyes sparkled with mischief. He was holding her by the arms, steadying her as if catching falling girls on runaway trains was an everyday occurrence.

“Are you all right?” Sirius asked, his grin softening into something more genuine as he searched her face for signs of injury.

“I—I think so,” Y/N stammered, her cheeks flushing. She realized she was still clutching his forearms for balance and quickly let go, taking a step back. “Thanks for... catching me.”

“No problem,” he said with a wink. “I’m always happy to rescue damsels in distress.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes, feeling the faintest stirrings of indignation at his cheeky tone. “I’m not a damsel in distress.”

“Of course not,” Sirius said, clearly suppressing a laugh. “You’re more of a... whirlwind in distress.”

Y/N opened her mouth to retort but was cut off by the door sliding open. James Potter, Sirius’s best friend and partner in crime, poked his head in.

“There you are, Padfoot. I was wondering where you’d wandered off to.” His eyes darted to Y/N, and his eyebrows raised in interest. “Oh, hello.”

Sirius stepped aside, allowing Y/N to regain her composure. “Y/N, this is James. James, this is Y/N. She’s just been through quite an ordeal.”

Y/N straightened her robes, determined not to let them see how flustered she felt. “It’s not as dramatic as he’s making it sound. I just... lost my balance when the train stopped.”

James grinned. “Sounds like Sirius’s heroics came in handy for once.”

“Shove off, Prongs,” Sirius said, though his tone was more playful than irritated.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at their banter. Despite Sirius’s teasing, there was something undeniably endearing about him. She wasn’t sure if it was his quick reflexes or the way his grin made her stomach flip, but she suddenly didn’t mind the chaotic start to the journey.

As James dragged Sirius off to join the rest of their friends, Sirius turned back to Y/N. “I’ll see you around, whirlwind.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the grin tugging at her lips. “It’s Y/N.”

“Got it,” Sirius said with a mock salute before disappearing down the corridor.

The rest of the train ride passed uneventfully, though Y/N found herself replaying the encounter in her mind more times than she cared to admit. When they arrived at Hogwarts, she was swept up in the usual hustle of sorting her belongings, catching up with friends, and settling into her dormitory.

Over the following weeks, Y/N noticed Sirius more often than she ever had before. He was a familiar presence in the corridors, the Great Hall, and the common room, always surrounded by a group of laughing friends. But every so often, she’d catch him glancing her way, his grin as mischievous as ever.

One evening in the library, Y/N was poring over her Charms homework when a shadow fell over her parchment. She looked up to see Sirius leaning casually against the table, his signature smirk firmly in place.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he said.

“It’s a library,” Y/N replied, raising an eyebrow. “I’d think it’s a fairly common place for students.”

“For most students, sure,” Sirius said, pulling out a chair and sitting across from her. “But not for me.”

Y/N tilted her head, amused despite herself. “And what brings you here tonight, then?”

“Pure curiosity,” Sirius said, resting his chin on his hand. “I was wondering what kind of whirlwind turns into a bookworm.”

“Maybe one that doesn’t want to fail her N.E.W.T.s,” Y/N retorted, though she couldn’t help but smile.

Sirius chuckled. “Fair enough. Mind if I keep you company?”

She hesitated for a moment but eventually nodded. “As long as you don’t distract me too much.”

“No promises,” Sirius said, though he kept his voice low as she returned to her work.

As the weeks turned into months, Y/N and Sirius’s paths seemed to cross more and more frequently. Whether it was by chance or Sirius’s deliberate meddling, she often found herself laughing at his jokes, rolling her eyes at his antics, and feeling the odd flutter in her chest whenever he smiled at her.

Sirius, for his part, found himself drawn to Y/N in a way he hadn’t expected. She was sharp-witted, kind-hearted, and had a quiet strength that intrigued him. The more time he spent with her, the harder it became to deny that his teasing and flirting were more than just casual banter.

It wasn’t until a crisp autumn evening that the truth came to light. Y/N was sitting by the Black Lake, enjoying the golden hues of the setting sun, when Sirius appeared at her side.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked.

Y/N glanced up, surprised but not unwelcome. “Sure.”

They sat in companionable silence for a while, the cool breeze rustling the leaves around them. Finally, Sirius cleared his throat, his usual confidence replaced by a hint of nervousness.

“Y/N,” he began, “I’ve been thinking... about us.”

“Us?” Y/N repeated, her heart skipping a beat.

“Yeah,” Sirius said, running a hand through his hair. “I know I joke around a lot, but... I like you. More than just as a friend.”

Y/N stared at him, her mind racing. She had suspected—hoped—that his feelings might be more than platonic, but hearing him say it aloud was another matter entirely.

“I like you too,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sirius’s grin returned, brighter than ever. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Y/N said, unable to keep from smiling.

Sirius reached for her hand, his touch warm and reassuring. “Well, then,” he said, “what do you say we give this whirlwind a proper chance?”

Y/N laughed, her cheeks flushing. “I’d like that.”

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the lake in shades of gold and crimson, Sirius and Y/N sat side by side, their fingers entwined. What had begun as a chaotic encounter on the train had blossomed into something neither of them had expected—but neither could imagine being without.

[lovesickmarauders]

i love the marauders like what do you mean a bunch of homosexuals and lesbians had magic wands and were friends? what a happy place

- I was then shot 57 times

[sunseekerchild]

Dorcas: What's your plan in life?

Regulus: surviving.

Dorcas: that's not a plan.

Regulus: it's working so far.

[notenoughdramaaa]

I can't even explain how much Starchaser coded this song is so, I had no choice but to write this.

@jegulus-microfic

April, come he will. When streams are ripe and swelled with rain

James as he huddled under the eaves of the castle, squinting at his watch. He sighed, the water dripping from his hair onto the glass, blurring the time. Late. He was always late.

The sound of hurried footsteps pulled his attention, and he glanced up. A figure broke through the rain, running toward him. James couldn’t look away as the pale form grew closer, sharp and distinct even against the storm. Regulus.

He stopped short, just inches away. Rain traced rivers down his face, clinging to his lashes, and his chest rose and fell as though he’d run for miles. For a moment, neither of them moved. James watched as Regulus’s hand lifted—tentative, deliberate—and brushed the wet hair from James’s forehead.

“You’re soaked,” Regulus said softly, his lips curling into a smile that made the storm seem quieter.

James couldn’t answer, couldn’t think. His eyes trailed down to the white shirt clinging to Regulus’s chest, translucent and plastered to his skin. Freckles, faint and scattered like constellations, dusted his shoulders and arms. James’s breath caught, and he looked back up, meeting Regulus’s gaze.

God, he’s beautiful, James thought.

Regulus’s smile widened, as though he knew exactly what James was thinking, and that was it. The careful dam of restraint broke.

“I don’t care,” James murmured, the words barely audible over the rain. Then he moved, closing the space between them in one swift motion.

His hands found Regulus’s hips, gripping them tightly as he pulled him close, their bodies colliding like thunder. He kissed him hard, the rain pressing them together in a shivering, breathless blur.

May, he will stay. Resting in my arms again

James leaned back against a gnarled tree, his arms wrapped snugly around Regulus, who rested against his chest, a book propped open in his hands.

James could feel the steady rise and fall of Regulus’s breath, the way his body fit so perfectly against his own, as if they’d been made to fit together like this. He glanced down at the book, catching glimpses of dense text and intricate diagrams, a potion, something powerful by the looks of it. He didn’t give the book much thought. Right now, nothing else mattered.

For a moment, the thought flickered, someone might be looking for them. They’d been gone too long, and Regulus wasn’t one to slip away unnoticed. But James pushed the thought aside. He didn’t care. Not today. Not now.

He propped his chin on top of Regulus’s head, inhaling the clean, earthy scent of him, mint, chamomile and something distinctly Regulus. Closing his eyes, he pressed a kiss to the boy's dark hair, lingering as if he could anchor this moment in time.

James couldn’t remember the last time he felt so content, so whole. There was something grounding about holding Regulus, the weight of him, the way he melted into James’s arms as if he belonged there.

June, he'll change his tune. In restless walks he'll prowl the night

The air was heavy as James lingered in the shadowed corner of Grimmauld Place. It was late, past nine, maybe later, but he didn’t care. The street was quiet and James’s eyes remained fixed on the tall, dark figure moving toward the Black family’s door.

Regulus.

James’s heart pounded as he stepped out of the shadows, his hand darting out to catch Regulus by the wrist. Regulus froze, startled, his sharp intake of breath cutting through the stillness. His wide eyes, pale in the moonlight, darted to James’s face, and for a moment, he looked terrified, like he’d been caught doing something forbidden.

“What are you doing here?” Regulus hissed, his voice tight and barely above a whisper. Before James could answer, Regulus tugged him into a narrow alley, hidden between two old brick buildings.

“Regulus—”

“What are you doing here?” Regulus repeated, his tone edged with urgency. His grip on James’s arm was firm, and his gaze flitted nervously toward the street as though expecting someone to appear.

Instead of answering, James leaned forward and kissed him, desperate and unthinking. For a brief moment, Regulus kissed him back, his lips soft but hesitant. But then he pulled away, his hands pressing flat against James’s chest.

“What’s going on?” James asked, breathless, searching Regulus’s face in the dim light. Something was wrong. He could feel it. “You’re acting weird.”

Regulus avoided his gaze, glancing down at the cobblestones. “You’re crazy. People could’ve seen us.”

“I don’t care,” James said, his voice steady but laced with frustration. “You haven’t been answering my owls. I haven’t seen you since we left Hogwarts, and, Merlin, I miss you.”

Regulus flinched at the words, his shoulders dropping. He looked up at James for a fleeting second before turning his head toward the darkened street.

“My family’s been watching me,” he murmured, the faintest crack in his voice. “Things are… different now. Since Sirius left.”

James reached for him, gently resting his hands on Regulus’s arms, but the boy stayed rigid, as if bracing for something James couldn’t see. “What do you mean?”

Regulus swallowed hard, his face unreadable. “I don’t have the freedom Sirius had. They… they can’t lose another son.” His voice broke on the last word, barely audible. “It’s worse now. Everything’s worse.”

James’s heart ached at the sight of him, so fragile and closed off, and he fought the urge to pull him into his arms. “Regulus,” he said softly, leaning closer, “you don’t have to do this. You don’t have to—”

“I do,” Regulus interrupted, his voice sharper now, defensive. He looked up at James, something flickering behind his eyes, fear, maybe, or regret. “You don’t understand. I can’t just leave like Sirius did. I don’t get to be free.”

July, he will fly. And give no warning to his flight

The room felt too small, the walls closing in with the weight of their argument. James’s voice was sharp, cutting through the air like a blade. Regulus stood across from him, trembling, his pale face streaked with tears.

“Tell me it’s not true,” James demanded, his hands balled into fists at his sides. “Tell me Dorcas was wrong. Tell me you’re not with him.” His voice cracked, but the anger burned hotter than the hurt.

Regulus shook his head, his lips trembling as he tried to speak. “James, listen to me, please—”

“No!” James roared, stepping closer, his frustration spilling over. He grabbed Regulus by the shoulders, shaking him. “I don’t want your excuses. Just say it! Say you’re not a killer!”

Regulus flinched at the word, his breath hitching. Tears welled in his eyes, and for a moment, he just stared at James, his lips parted but no words coming out. His silence was deafening.

“Regulus!” James’s grip tightened, his voice breaking. “Say it!”

More tears spilled down Regulus’s cheeks, and he shook his head, his whole body trembling. “What if I can’t?” he whispered, his voice so soft James almost missed it. “What will you do if it’s true?”

James froze, his heart plummeting as if the floor had been ripped out from beneath him. His hands fell from Regulus’s shoulders, and he stepped back, staring at him with wide, disbelieving eyes. “I—I’d never forgive you,” he said, his voice hollow and raw.

Regulus let out a choked sob, his shoulders sagging under the weight of James’s words. He looked at James, shaking his head slowly as more tears fell. Then, with trembling hands, he reached for his sleeves.

“No,” James said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t.”

But Regulus didn’t stop. He pulled his sleeves up, exposing the pale skin of his forearm. There, stark against his flesh, was the mark. Black and unmistakable.

James’s breath caught in his throat. “Reg—”

“Don’t,” Regulus interrupted, his voice sharp and broken all at once. He yanked his sleeves back down and took a shaky step back. His eyes met James’s for a fleeting moment, filled with a pain so deep it made James’s chest ache. “Don’t say anything. Just… don’t.”

James opened his mouth, but no words came. He reached out, his hand hovering in the space between them, but Regulus turned away before he could touch him.

“Regulus, wait—”

But Regulus didn’t wait. He didn’t look back. He walked to the door, his steps unsteady, and disappeared into the night.

August, die he must. The autumn winds blow chilly and cold

The knock was loud, frantic, and relentless, shattering the stillness of the night. James stirred, groggy and disoriented, fumbling for his glasses on the nightstand. He rubbed his eyes as he stumbled to the door, his heart already racing from the urgency of the sound.

When he opened it, Sirius stood there, his face pale and streaked with tears. His dark hair clung to his damp cheeks, and he reeked of firewhiskey.

“Sirius?” James asked, his voice thick with sleep as he adjusted his glasses. “What—what’s going on?”

Sirius didn’t answer right away. He stepped forward, his movements unsteady, and pulled James into a crushing hug. James froze, his best friend’s sobs shaking them both.

“He’s dead,” Sirius choked out, his voice cracking.

“What?” James whispered, his mind struggling to catch up. He pulled back just enough to see Sirius’s face, red and swollen from crying. “Sirius, what are you talking about? Who’s dead?”

Sirius’s lips trembled as he stared at James, his grey eyes filled with a pain that made James’s stomach churn. “Regulus,” he said, his voice barely audible. “He’s dead, James. My brother’s dead.”

The words hit James like a curse, stealing the air from his lungs. “No,” he murmured, shaking his head as if he could will it not to be true. “No, that—Sirius, that can’t—”

James felt his knees buckle, his legs suddenly too weak to hold him. His heart twisted painfully in his chest, and he couldn’t stop the tears that began to spill down his face. He clung to Sirius, his mind a haze of disbelief and devastation.

He thought of Regulus—Regulus in the rain, smiling at him as if he were the only person in the world. Regulus in the meadow, his head resting against James’s chest. Regulus whispering his fears in the shadows of Grimmauld Place.

And now, Regulus was gone.

“How—how could this happen?” James whispered, his voice trembling. “How could he just…”

“I don’t know,” Sirius said again, his voice hollow. He buried his face in James’s shoulder, his tears soaking through the fabric. “I don’t know anything anymore.”

September, I remember. A love once new has now grown old

James stood in front of the mirror, his chest tight as Euphemia carefully adjusted his tie.

“You need to smile, James,” she said softly, her voice warm with affection. “It’s your wedding day.”

James nodded, though the smile that tugged at his lips didn’t quite reach his eyes. The weight of everything still hung heavy on his heart.

The door creaked open, and Sirius stepped inside.

“Can I have a moment with him, Mum?” he asked Euphemia.

She smiled, brushing a stray lock of hair behind Sirius’s ear. “Of course, darling. I’ll be in the next room if you two need anything.”

When the door clicked shut behind her, Sirius leaned against the dresser, his eyes never leaving James’s.

“You okay?” he asked quietly, the concern in his voice raw.

James swallowed hard, nodding. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”

Sirius didn’t seem convinced, but he didn’t press further. Instead, he straightened up and cleared his throat, a slight smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. “I heard an old superstition,” he said, voice light but with an edge of something deeper. “For good luck on a wedding day, the bride needs something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue.”

James gave a half-smile, despite himself. “I’m not the bride, Sirius.”

Sirius chuckled softly, then looked at James with something almost wistful in his eyes. “I know, but I think you could use something old.”

Without another word, Sirius reached into his pocket and pulled out a small photograph. He handed it to James, who took it gingerly. The picture was worn at the edges, faded slightly, but still clear.

It was Regulus. He was smiling at the camera, his pale blue eyes sparkling with something carefree, his dimples on full display. The sight of him made James’s heart lurch.

The tears that had been threatening all day began to spill over, and James blinked them away, his throat tight.

Sirius, standing just a few steps away, reached into his own pocket and pulled out a blue handkerchief, holding it out to James.

“Here,” Sirius said gently. “This is your something blue.”

James took the handkerchief, his hands trembling, and dabbed at his eyes, trying to stop the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm him.

Sirius stood quietly by just waiting.

When James finally looked up, his voice broke slightly, but he managed a small laugh through his tears. “You’re right,” he said, wiping his eyes. “This is exactly what I needed.”

Sirius’s smile was soft, almost sad. “Regulus loved you, James. He has forgiven you, I hope you know that.”

[eweexiy]

*the black brothers gossiping in french*

sirius: who's the hottest guy in school?

regulus: my james, of course.

sirius: no, you're dating him, it doesn't count-

regulus: your boyfriend.

sirius: WHAT-

*regulus looks slyly at lupin and grins*

*remus and james, who don't speak french, look at each other nervously and uncomprehendingly*

black brothers; wolfstar; jegulus;

[starlittragedies]

a lot of people tended to say that sirius and regulus looked alike, but the marauders and their friends never quite believed it. they looked much to different with one brother being so expressive with his facial features and the other wearing a mask that never slips.

it wasn’t until one day when barty had managed to convince regulus to pull a cute little joke on evan which then led to evan chasing them down the halls of hogwarts with nothing but murder on his mind. while running they managed to run into the posse of gryffindors as well as dorcas who was with them, and while passing, the group (bar dorcas) had to do a double take because the boy that had just passed them with a mischievous smile plastered on his face looked just like sirius.

[moonlitkihu]

Remus: Do you wanna know how to make an idiot say how?

Sirius: How?

James and Remus dying and wheezing

Sirius ‘still doesn’t get it’ Black: HOW??!

[littleliterarylesbian]

Sirius: And now! I must leave! My darling Moonbeam needs me!

Regulus: Whore.

Regulus: Oh my god, who said that?

[fallintomidnight]

Ask 'how is your hip?" in front of your mirror 3 times and Remus Lupin would appear in the mirror to tell "your mother didn't love you".

[atsro-slut]

I'm in a comfort fic mood, and I was thinking about reader x James, with reader being anxious/feeling guilty about all the financial stuff that comes with Christmas? Like her feeling guilty about all the money James spends on her - and their money that they spend on presents? I'd love that, thank you lovely! 🥰

The Cost of Christmas

So I def should've done this before the holidays but yk...

James Potter x Female!reader

Y/N's anxiety about the cost of Christmas gifts gets the best of her, but when James reminds her that love is the greatest gift of all, the holiday season suddenly feels a whole lot lighter.

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The air at Hogwarts was growing colder by the day, and the snow that fell in delicate flakes outside the windows of the Gryffindor common room painted the world in a blanket of white. Christmas was just around the corner, and though the festive atmosphere was ever-present, Y/N couldn’t shake the knot of unease growing in her stomach.

Everywhere she looked, students were preparing for the holiday season. Some were busy decorating the common room with glittering lights, while others talked excitedly about the presents they’d already bought or were planning to give. Y/N watched it all from her seat near the fireplace, feeling like an outsider to the merriment. It wasn’t that she didn’t love Christmas—she did. It was just that, this year, everything felt... different.

James Potter, her boyfriend of nearly a year, sat beside her, his usual energy contagious. He was grinning ear to ear, bouncing with excitement for the upcoming holiday. The bright lights from the tree reflected off his glasses, making his eyes sparkle with uncontainable joy. He was making a list of ideas for presents, talking animatedly about his plans for the holidays.

Y/N smiled faintly, but the anxiety gnawing at her chest only seemed to grow as he continued. She’d been hearing the same kind of talk for weeks—about the grand gifts he was getting for everyone, including her. But as much as she loved him, every time he mentioned spending money on her, her stomach twisted.

She tried to focus on his words, but all she could think about was the way his pockets were always so full—of galleons, sickles, and knuts. James came from a wealthy family, and money seemed to flow effortlessly through his hands. It made Y/N feel uncomfortable. She wasn’t rich like he was. Her parents worked hard, but they weren’t well-off. She wasn’t used to lavish gifts, and she certainly wasn’t used to someone like James spending so much on her.

She shifted in her seat, trying to hide the worry that had been steadily growing inside her. She didn’t want to burden him with her concerns, but it felt wrong to accept his generosity so easily. It felt like she was taking advantage of him, and that thought alone made her stomach churn.

“You okay, Y/N?” James’s voice cut through her thoughts, and she looked up to find him watching her, his brow furrowed in concern. “You’ve been awfully quiet.”

She blinked, startled. “Oh, uh, yeah. I’m fine. Just... thinking about everything.” She gave him a weak smile, hoping it would reassure him.

James didn’t seem convinced. “You sure? You’ve been looking a little off since I started talking about presents.” He leaned closer, his expression softening. “You know you don’t have to worry about anything, right?”

Y/N forced herself to nod, though the words she wanted to say caught in her throat. She didn’t want to ruin the holiday spirit, especially not with James, who was so full of joy. She didn’t want to seem ungrateful or spoil his excitement.

“I know,” she said quietly, though it didn’t feel like the truth. “I just... I don’t want you to feel like you have to spend so much on me. You already do enough, James.”

James raised an eyebrow, his smile faltering for a second. “What are you talking about?” He shook his head, a little confused. “It’s Christmas, Y/N. It’s supposed to be about giving, not about worrying.”

She swallowed, guilt making her voice tremble. “I know, but... it’s just a lot. You’ve already spent so much on me before, and now with Christmas... I don’t know, I just feel bad.” Her words were tumbling out before she could stop them. “My family doesn’t have as much money as yours. I’m not used to... to all of this. I don’t want you to think I’m just accepting everything because I don’t care about how much it costs.”

James’s face softened, and he reached out to gently take her hand. “Y/N, look at me.” His tone was serious now, and there was no teasing, no playful gleam in his eyes. “I want to give you things. I want to spoil you. I love you, and that’s what you do for the people you love.” He squeezed her hand gently. “Don’t you ever think that I’m doing this because I feel like I have to. I’m doing it because I want to.”

Y/N bit her lip, feeling the heat of tears pricking at the back of her eyes. She couldn’t meet his gaze. She didn’t know why this was making her feel so guilty. It wasn’t like James had ever pressured her into anything, and he’d never made her feel bad about not having as much money as he did. Still, the disparity between their financial situations hung over her, unspoken but ever-present.

James noticed her discomfort, and his thumb traced small circles over the back of her hand in a soothing gesture. “Hey, no need to feel guilty. I promise you, you’re not a burden. I love giving you presents—it makes me happy to see you smile. I don’t care about the cost. It’s about the thought behind it.”

Y/N shook her head, still feeling conflicted. “But I do care. I don’t want you to spend all that money on me when you don’t have to.”

“Y/N...” James’s voice was gentle but firm. “You’re worth it. Don’t let your own insecurities get in the way of this. I love you. That’s all that matters to me.”

She blinked back the tears threatening to spill. “But it’s not just about presents, James,” she whispered, feeling the weight of everything she hadn’t said until now. “I feel like I’m always taking from you. I don’t have the money to spend on you like you do on me. It makes me feel... less. Like I’m not doing enough for you.”

James’s face softened even more, and for a moment, Y/N could see the seriousness of his affection for her in the way his eyes softened. He moved closer, wrapping his arms around her in a comforting embrace. “Y/N, that’s not how this works. I don’t want you to spend a single galleon on me if it makes you feel bad. It’s not about that. What I want from you is... you. Your time. Your love. Your presence. That’s all I need.”

Y/N leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his arms wrap around her, the tension in her chest slowly melting away. She inhaled the scent of him, a comforting mixture of the outdoors and something uniquely James. “I just don’t want you to think that I’m taking advantage of you,” she mumbled against his chest.

James chuckled softly, a gentle sound that rumbled through his chest. “I promise you, you’re not. You don’t have to buy me anything. All I need is you by my side. That’s the greatest gift I could ever ask for.”

She pulled back just enough to look at him, her heart swelling with affection. “I know I can’t give you everything you give me, but I want you to know I care just as much.”

James grinned, reaching up to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “You don’t have to give me anything, Y/N. You already do. You’re my everything, and that’s enough for me.”

She smiled, feeling lighter than she had in days. The weight of guilt that had been pressing on her chest was finally starting to lift. Christmas wasn’t about money, she realized. It was about love, about spending time with the people who mattered most. And James, despite his wealth and his desire to spoil her, understood that better than anyone.

“Okay,” she whispered, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. “I’ll try not to worry so much.”

James kissed her forehead, pulling her closer once more. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere. And neither are you.”

As the fire crackled softly in the background and the snow continued to fall outside, Y/N knew that no amount of money could ever replace what they had together. Christmas wasn’t about expensive gifts or lavish gestures—it was about love, and she had more than enough of that with James.

And that, she realized, was all she needed.

[ghosteccedentesiast]

*Just the slytherin skittles playing truth or dare*

Barty: Truth or dare Regulus?

Regulus: Truth

Barty: Do you want to kiss Potter?

Regulus: Actually dare

Barty: I dare you to kiss Potter!

Regulus: Never have I ever!

Barty: Thats not the god-damn game!

Regulus: *shrugs*

Barty: Never have I ever wanted to kiss Potter!

Regulus, taking out his wand: Silenci-

*The rest just watching in amusement*

Evan: Should we inter-

Dorcas: No, Regs denial is rather amusing!

[sunseekerchild]

Dorcas: I sleep with a knife under my pillow.

Barty: weak, I sleep with two.

James: you're both pathetic.

Barty: oh yeah? and what do you sleep with?

James: Regulus.

[lovesickmarauders]

Rip remus lupin you would've loved googling your point to prove you were right