#face claim: Evan Peters

[maryfromwork]

My marauders fcs 🤭 also I know some of these people are older than other people and too old for the marauders but just like imagine them as marauders age ok

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Moodboard of a Hufflepuff alumnus dating a Ravenclaw alumnus who runs a pie shop.

Face-claims: Evan Peters and Lee Pace.

Requested by: anon.

[justtwotired]

“Back the fuck off.”

Summary: you and Regulus recently broke up over stupid teenage reasons. It was a really bad fight and you two haven't spoken since, though both regret your actions. At a Gryffindor house party, he spots you kissing Mathew smith, the Gryffindor seeker, who Regulus absolutely despises.

Pairing: Regulus Black x Gryffindor!reader

Warnings: swearing, kissing, fighting, a bit of sexual assault.

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Regulus stands at the drinks table with Barty as they are being pure Slytherins looking around with judging and cold looks. Neither of them wanted to come to said party, but Evan -who was currently participating in a round of beer pong- insisted they went.

His eyes travel the crowd and he spots them, making him narrow his eyes. He knew she was doing it to spite him, he knew even she hated Smith, but there she was, sticking her tongue down his throat.

"Ohh, she is playing with fire." Barty seemed to start enjoying the party the moment he followed Regulus gaze. "Shut the hell up." Regulus head snapped towards him and then his eyes traveled back to the girl and that stupid idiot she was kissing.

His hands where slowly starting to roam under her clothes and that's when he couldn't take it anymore and pushed himself of the table making his way towards them.

- 15 minutes earlier -

"They are absolute morons." Y/n shook her head as she watched Sirius and James jump of the table they'd just been dancing on. "Tell me about it." Remus rolled his eyes.

She took a sip of her drink as she watched the boys make their way over to them. "Oh, their coming pretend you don't know them." Peter said and they all quickly avoided eye contact with the two boys. "Oh haha, you're so funny." Sirius said sarcastically.

His eyes fell on Y/n and they narrowed. "Boring again, I see." He said as he eyed the glass with clear liquid in her hands. "But thinking about it, I could use some water," he took it out of her hands and a horrified expression formed on her face.

"Sirius no wait-" but she was to late and he took a sip and moments later spit it out, coughing. "Y/n, you absolutely menace to society." He said handing the glass back to her.

"Are you alright, pads?" James asked laughing. "I am, but she isn't, what psychopath just casually sips straight vodka." He grimaces and James' eyebrows race.

"What? It's good, you're all just over dramatic." She said taking another sip, making Peter chuckle a bit, as he himself had made that same mistake before.

They all looked up at the sound of the portrait swinging open and watched an excited Evan and annoyed Barty and Regulus walk into the common room.

Y/n rolled her eyes, and then they landed on someone and a smirk formed onto her face. "Y/n, no." Remus said and she looked at him. "What do you mean no?" She asked.

"Regulus just walked in and your wearing that smirk? Whatever your planning, no." He said and she rolled her eyes and giggled. "It's just a bit of fun." She said, standing up to leave the couch and pushing the glass into Sirius' hands.

"Here, you can have that." She says and he looks at it in disgust. "No thanks." And puts it down.

"Smith, hey." She greats the seeker and he turned to her. "Y/n, looking ravishing as always." He said with a shit eating grin as he looked her up and down and stopped at her chest.

She would slap him in the face if it wasn't for her plan just unfolding:

Make Regulus as jealous as possible.

"I can say the same about you." She said, her words slightly slurring. Smith took a step closer, snaking an arm around her waist. Everyone in Hogwarts who had a brain knew he had liked her since fourth year, which was one of the reasons Regulus despised him, but also the other way around.

Everyone in Hogwarts with a brain also knew Smith was an actual, selfish, prick. He had a reputation of cheating, one girl even claimed he had cornered her once, but no one knew if it was true, as she had a reputation of lying.

"I heard your single now." He grinned as he pulled her closer, his breath smelled like alcohol. "It was such a shame you where with... him." He sounded disgusted at the last words.

She let out a sarcastic laugh, starting to maybe regret her decision a little bit... but only a little.

"Well, that's over now... sooo." She trailed her finger passed his white button up. She looked up at him and he smashed his lips against hers, she pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.

Her eyes fluttered open to look around the room and they landed on Regulus who wasn't looking at her as his eyes traveled around the room, but she could see them slowly make their way over to them and she closed her eyes again as Smith tongue slipped into her mouth.

They broke apart for a moment before they kissed again and slowly his hands started to travel, one slipping into her skirt and the other under her top.

His lips detached from hers and made their way to her neck and then he whispered in her ears. "Seeing such a beautiful girl like you with a Slytherin. Tsk, I'll show you what it's like to be with a real guy." He whispered before going back to kissing her neck and his hand suddenly slipped into her panty's.

She was taken by surprise but before she could do anything about it, someone else did.

Regulus had made his way trough the crowd, pushing people aside and watching as Smith went further into her skirt and kissing her neck, it made his blood boil.

"Back the fuck off." He said and Smith looked up and grinned, taking his hand out of her skirt, and Regulus almost thought she looked relieved.

They made eyes contact and he narrowed his eyes at her. "What do you want." She said, obviously with alcohol in her system. "Indeed, what do you want?" Smith asked as he put and arm around her waste and his finger tips rested under the band of her skirt.

"I want you, to get your filthy hands of her." Regulus said with a threatening tone. "And why would I do that? Such a pretty girl, and she isn't yours anymore? I wouldn't even have cared is she still was, I had plans anyway." He laughed dryly and Y/n looked rather horrified as she questioned if that would have been against her will.

"Leave her alone." Regulus demanded and Smith smirked. "And why would I do that, she seemed to be rather enjoying me."

Suddenly, Y/n started to really regret her decision, and grabbed his wrist to stop him from going any further. "What is it baby, you don't like it?" He asked and she sighed and squeezed her eyes shut.

"Stop, I want you to stop." She told him and he huffed. "You don't tell me when to stop." He said and pulled the hand on his wrist away with his other hand.

She knew she had gotten herself in this situation, it was her own fault, but now she really wanted to get out. Suddenly he let go of her and Y/n hadn't processed the sickening crack.

Regulus had punched him right in the nose and blood was rapidly streaming out. His grey eyes fell on Y/n who stared shocked.

He grabbed her arm and then dragged her out of the common room and eventually stopped in a hallway.

"What is wrong with you?" He asked angrily. "Do you know how much worse that could have been?" He asked, he was furious as he turned his back to her.

"Honestly, Y/n that was such a stupid move! And for what? Making me jealous? Well it worked, happy now?" He turned to her as he yelled, but stopped as he watched her.

Her hands where shaking and tears streamed down her face. His features softened as he walked towards her and took her hands in his, placing a soft kiss on each of them.

"It's alright." He whispered to her and she shook her head. "No, no it's not, I'm so sorry, it was a stupid move. I didn't think it trough." She said as more tears streamed down her face and she sniffed as her nose was now full and starting to run.

He wiped away the tears with his sleeve and kissed her on the forehead. "It's alright, Ma Cherie." He whispered as he hugged her. "Come, you need to get some sleep." He said and then led her over to the Slytherin dorms.

She was sitting on his bed as Regulus took a T-shirt and sweatpants out of his closet. He hands rested on her top and then looked at her. "May I help you here?" He asked and she nodded.

"Use your words, darling." He said softly, he always requested she used words when asking for her permission to do things like this, as he didn't want her to regret later.

"Yes." She croaked out and he slowly lifted it over her head and helped her pull the clean shirt over her head. He did the same with the pants and then tucked her into his bed.

He changed out of his clothes to, and joined her, pulling her into him and kissing her forehead. "I love you, my little dove." He said and she murmured something along the lines of "I love you too." Back before falling asleep.

[whenlilyfallsinlove]

jolene part 2

(aka remus having a fat crush on you) (basically part 1 from remus's perspective)

part 1

james potter x reader -> remus lupin x reader

@mishi-with-jazz you requested this, hope everyone enjoys :)

remus lupin prided himself on being smart. sure, he wouldn't go round bragging about it, but he knew he was clever. he was a good student, always achieving Os, and constantly top of the class (alongside lily). although recently, he didn't feel smart at all. that's because he had made a mistake. a big one. he had a massive crush on you. his best friend's girlfriend.

he hated himself for it. what kind of friend does that? but he couldn't help it. and anyway he had liked you first! way before james did, ever since third year. he felt selfish, thinking that, but it was the truth. james claimed he had liked you for ages, but remus knew that was nothing compared to the length of time he himself harboured feelings for you.

"hello darling." remus was broke from his thoughts by james' voice, and saw you had sat down next to james, across from him. across from him!!

you were beautiful, he couldn't help thinking when he saw you cheekily poked your tongue out at sirius. you had always been kind to him, ever since you sat next to each other in your very first year. potions, if he remembered correctly.

in fact, you even knew about his "furry little problem" as your boyfriend liked to call it. you found out in fourth year, and you were nothing but helpful to him. you promised not to tell anyone and hadn't treated him any differently. he was eternally grateful.

remus had not noticed he'd been gazing at you till you gave him a smile causing his cheeks to warm up and smile back, quickly looking away. he'd been caught staring. that was embarrassing. what if you thought he was a weirdo? what if james had noticed and forbid him from speaking to you? even worse.. what if james stopped being friends with him for fancying his girlfriend?

his panics stopped when he saw lily evans approach the table. he listened to you talk to her, thanking her, and then he noticed james' face. long before you had. before sirius aand peter had. he was blushing. was he serious? james was one of his best friends, don't get him wrong, but he had a girlfriend. it made it worse his girlfriend was you.

remus bit down on his marmalade toast, hard. he was angry for you.

"james are you okay?" he heard you ask curiously, causing him to feel a pang of sympathy for you.

he heard james brush you off, and suddenly it was like nothing had even happened. everyone seemed to have moved on. remus wasn't even sure that padfoot and wormtail had even noticed james' reaction to seeing lily.

he knew you had, though. you were quieter than usual. you looked.. sad.

he shot you a comforting smile, which you returned weakly.

at least you're smiling, even if it was forced.

sometime passed until you spoke up again

"i need to go to the library, does anyone want to come with?" you asked, looking hopefully at james.

"sorry love, got quidditch practice in ten minutes." james said with a sympathetic smile.

"it's fine." remus heard you mutter, you sounded a bit dejected.

"i'll go. i need to anyway, i need a book for the history of magic homework." remus surprised himself, not even processing what he had actually just said.

"thanks remus." you smile softly, and he follows you out of the hall.

you both walk in silence to the library, until remus decides to speak up.

"are you okay?" he asks, looking at your face.

"i'm fine, thanks though.." you said unconvincingly.

"are you sure? you look upset." he responds, giving you a worried smile.

"it's just... james. he's confusing." you sigh.

remus heart stopped. a small part of him hoped you'd tell him that you were planning to break up with james. he knew that was unlikely.

he gives you a nod to continue speaking and you smile in return.

"sometimes i think he still likes lily." you say, avoiding eye contact.

as much as remus wanted to tell you yes!! yes james still likes lily, but here i am and i like you a lot!! he knew he couldn't.

"don't be silly y/n." remus chuckles "james likes you, not lily. she's old news." he gives you a comforting pat on the shoulder.

"really?" you look at remus with such hopefulness, it made him hope what he was saying was true.

"really." he confirms. "james is crazy about you."

you smile at him, looking reassured.

"thanks remus." you say. "you're a great friend."

remus felt himself tense. friend. but of course that's all he was.. you had a boyfriend for godric's sake. he decided, however, he would like being your friend if it made you smile.

"it's no problem, really." he smiles at you and you carry on your journey to the library.

since that talk, you immediately felt closer to remus. you talked more and you both considered each other best friends.

weeks later, you were brought together again.

"you don't usually go to parties, do you remus?" you ask remus, who was holding up a drunk james.

gryffindor had just had a party to celebrate their quidditch win against slytherin and james, being captain of course, was drunk out of his mind.

he was touched you had noticed he didn't usually attend the parties. you were right. he didn't. but james and sirius were on the quidditch team, and he wanted to celebrate their win with them.

"n-no i don't, just wanted to support my friends." he decides to respond, and he knows what he said was apparently correct judging by the smile on you face.

he watched you talk to james comfortingly. merlin he wished you spoke to him like that. you were one of the nicest people he knew.

he zoned out a second but then sees your face, which instantly snaps him out of his daze.

"i'm not lily." he saw you grit your teeth. "would you rather have her take care of you?"

noticing your hurt words, he's quick to comfort you.

"don't worry y/n, he's drunk, he doesn't know any better." he tries to reassure you.

you nod back, but then collapse on a chair.

you looked sad. devastated. remus wanted nothing more to cheer you up.

"look.. y/n, i'll take him up to bed. do you want me to come back down so you can talk.. or do you want some space?" he asks.

"talk." you notice your abruptness and you feel your cheeks warm. "that'd be nice." you add on the end.

remus smiles at you and takes james up to their dorm, where sirius is left to deal with him.

"why's he such a lightweight?" sirius chuckles.

"i know. weakling." remus snorts. "he's fucked up though."

"he has?" sirius responds, with some surprise.

"yeah he's upset y/n." remus responds, frowning.

"prick." sirius rolls his eyes, turning his attention back to james.

"i'll be back.. soon." remus leaves his dorm, and goes back to where you're sat trying to regain yourself.

"hey.." you mutter when you see him, and he takes the seat next to you.

"talk to me." he smiles, sympathetically.

"it's james. again. you heard him. he's always thinking about lily! i'm his girlfriend, not her." a tear rolls down your face.

"oh y/n, don't cry." remus reaches out and brushes the tear away.

"sorry.. i'm pathetic. i just don't know what to do." you groan.

"look.. do you want my honest advice." remus scans your face.

you nod.

"talk to him about it tomorrow, if he doesn't take accountability for it. dump him. and i'm saying that as one of his best friends."

remus feels your gaze on him and feels his cheeks warm.

"oh remus." you lay your head on his shoulder, causing him to freeze up. he knew you weren't drunk but you were still a little tipsy.

he lets you lay there, you look tired.

"i wish james was more like you..." you mutter, drifting off.

remus's breath hitched. although this wasn't reliable at all (you weren't sober), this was progress.

looking at you with a small smile, he just couldn't help but love you.

[c-cobweb]

𝓓addy’s girl ⋮ evan peters

ᡣ𐭩 . warnings ᯓ +18 mdni!, girldad!evan, fluff, smut, breeding k!nk (kinda), dirty talk, overstimulation, manhandling. a/n ᯓ sorry for the inactivity! also english is not my first language.

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Evan sighed when he entered his home, taking off his shoes and hanging his coat on the coat rack was when he heard some small steps running through the house until they reached him.

“Daddy!" Said little Amelia hugging his leg, to which Evan smiled and bent down to lift her in his arms.

“Amelia! How many times do I have to tTaking off his shoes and hanging his coat on the coat rack was whenched your husband and daughter, your bad mood went away when you saw the adorable scene of both hugging each other. "Hello honey" You greeted Evan with a small kiss on the lips, to which the little girl made a disgusted face, making you both laugh.

The clock marked 11:30pm, Amelia's bedtime had already passed but as usual she wanted to wait for her father to wrap her up before sleeping.

“Okay, little lady,” The man left his daughter on the floor again, she looked at him with her big, brown eyes. "It's time to go to sleep"

Without question, the little girl ran to her room to put on her pyjamas and wait for Evan to tell her a story so she could sleep.

Once Amelia entered her room, it didn't take you long to hug your husband, hiding your face in his neck. "Did you miss me?" He asked in a mocking tone. "Just a little bit" You answered in the same way.

You could feel the small laugh that he let out vibrate in his chest and then the kiss he left on your head. "Daddy, I want you to read me a story before going to sleep!" Your daughter's little voice was heard from her room.

Evan sighed and laughed lightly, grabbing you by the hips and separated you from him slightly. "Our little princess claims me," he said, then kissed your forehead and passed by your side to go to Amelia's room.

You went behind your husband going up the stairs to go to your shared room, once inside you closed the door and began to undress to put on your sleepwear and be able to get between the sheets of your bed.

You grabbed the book you were reading from the bedside table and began to read quietly, listening to the murmur of Evan's voice telling Amelia his favourite story through the wall.

Several minutes passed until the door of the room opened for Evan to enter with a tired face, you just looked at him and smiled at each other before continuing with what each one was doing; him putting on his pyjamas and you reading.

After Evan put on his pyjamas, he got between the sheets with you, taking the book from your hands and leaving it back on the bedside table without bothering to put on the bookmark. You complained slightly but he silenced you with a kiss.

“You know, I've been thinking," he said over your lips and then put them back together with his. "I think we should give Amelia a little sibling" He continued as he lowered his kisses to your neck and his hands passed from your hips to your ass, bringing you closer to his body.

“Like, now?” You asked entangling your fingers in his brown curls and stretching slightly from them, receiving a sound of affirmation from Evan.

“Yes, what do you think?" He asked to confirm while gently biting your pulse point, receiving a moan in response.

Evan didn't take long to get on top of you, making his way through your legs with his big hands. His lips searched for yours in an anxious but sweet kiss to which you gladly reciprocated.

His cold hands made contact with your skin when they slipped under your — his — shirt to sleep, he climbed this one up to top of your breasts and grabbed them gently, caressing your stinging nipples with his thumbs. “I can’t wait for you to be a mom again, mom of my babies”

Evan's hands pulled your panties until they broke, getting a gasp from you when the cold air hit your wet centre. “Are you ready, baby?”

“Yes, yes please” You grabbed his shoulders, digging your nails into his shirt while you felt how his member made its way through your hot walls.

Once he bottomed out you let out a big high-pitched moan, he quickly covered your mouth with his big hand and whispered in your ear: “Shh, calm down. We don’t want our little one to wake up, right?”

You denied with your head as you closed your eyes when you felt how your husband began to move inside you at a slow and torturous pace. Evan removed his hand from your mouth once he saw that you controlled your moans and lowered it towards one of your breasts, starting to play with your nipple watching how your face turned into one of pleasure.

“Fuck, baby, you are so tight” He growled in your ear while accelerating his thrusts, with each the tip of his member kissing your cervix.

Your inner walls clung to Evan's cock, making him gasp low in your ear and his hands squeezed your body harder, leaving red marks where his fingers were.

Your arms went around his neck to attract him more to you and be able to kiss him, your tongues joined in a sinful dance that he always took advantage of. While one of his hands went down to your centre to gently caress your clit. "I can feel it, you're going to cum soon, right?" Evan whispers on your lips with a big mischievous smile. "Do it, honey. Cum on my cock"

It only took a couple more lunges and a few caresses to your clit for you to cum, wetting it with your sweet nectar. "Oh God, Evan"

He kissed you again, swallowing your whines and pants. He sat on his knees and grabbed you tightly by the hips to sit on him and start moving your body over his.

“Now it's my turn, are you ready?" He asked leaving a sweet kiss on your cheek that contrasted with his words and actions. "I'm going to mark you out again, I'm going to knock you out again. Paint your insides white" His words made you let out little cries of pleasure, overstimulation disqualified you and turned you into a rag doll so that he could handle you as he wanted.

A few minutes passed and he held you firmly against his body, you felt his member pulsating inside you and then felt how hot strips of semen flooded you inside.

You both stayed like this for a few seconds, coming down from the cloud you were in and trying to recover your breaths. "I'm so full of you" You said in a whisper while hiding your face on his shoulder.

Once Evan stabilised, he cHe replied, leaving a kiss on your forehead.he bed, he got up and went to the bathroom in your room to look for a wet towel and be able to clean you.

When he came back and you were both already clean, he lay down next to you hugging you and covering you both with the thin white sheet of your bed. "I love you, Evan" You whispered before closing your eyes and succumbing to sleep.

“I love you too, my love” Contestó el dejando un beso en tu frente.

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[saintsenara]

I actually hear "the order of the phoenix is not a gang of child soldiers" a lot, and I agree to some level - especially because I like to use Dorcas and Marlene to explore corners of the wizard world and its timeline that the marauders scooby gang doesn't reach.

But isn't it also true that a lot of resistances and guerrillas through history have been manned mostly by young idealists, often university students and recent graduates?

Young, agile, energetic people to do the work older people don't have the disposition for, and that important people can't do because that would compromise their important positions?

i think there's an interesting quirk when it comes to the order and its demographic make-up which stems from jkr's own politics.

because the order is a resistance organisation, sure... but what it's resisting is revolution. its aims, across canon, are the maintenance of the status quo, with the state and its institutions [including the class system] left broadly untouched, except for the fact of a minor expansion of wizarding society's parameters to accommodate muggleborns [or, at least, muggleborns who also bear the markers of class-based acceptability]. its politics, across canon, are gradualist, liberal, pro-state, and demonstrably unradical.

that is to say, it represents the "adults in the room" - the sensible, rational, intelligent, considerate people who disapprove both of the reactionary, emotionally-led conservatism of fudge et al. and the radicalism of voldemort.

[he literally wants to rip up the principles by which the wizarding world is governed! he wants to tear everything about its social fabric apart!]

and so it makes perfect sense that its members would predominantly be adults - and adults directly involved in the maintenance of the state and its institutions.

whereas the death eaters do conform to the more typical make-up of revolutionary [and/or terrorist] organisations. huge numbers of the death eaters we meet in canon are people who are decades younger than voldemort and who, during the first war, were canonically in their teens or twenties - snape, mulciber, avery, wilkes, evan rosier, bellatrix, lucius malfoy, rodolphus [and presumably rabastan] lestrange, barty crouch jr., regulus black, peter pettigrew, and so on.

many of these death eaters are either stated or implied to be the children of voldemort's school friends and/or the knights of walpurgis, which invites the suggestion that they supersede their fathers in importance once voldemort returns to britain in the later 1960s because their attitudes are much more radical, zealous, and revolutionary, while their fathers want voldemort to take a more traditional political route to achieving his aims.

[which helps explain why voldemort is so furious about half of them claiming to be under the imperius curse in order not to face punishment, allowing them to live according to the social convention they once claimed to want to destroy...]

and voldemort's ability to recruit young, eager men continues during the second war - crabbe, goyle, draco malfoy, stan shunpike, the snatchers, and so on. the order, in contrast, only takes on young members due to the accident of proximity - the weasley children, who become part of it entirely because their parents are involved; fleur, who becomes part of it entirely because of her marriage.

the anti-voldemort resistance organisation which actually attracts young recruits is - despite the fact that harry spends half-blood prince and most of deathly hallows thinking of it as completely irrelevant to voldemort's defeat - dumbledore's army.

[moonydoodlez]

God, Shut Up

Pairing: James Potter x F!reader

Summary: You and James had always been close but you think he's in love with Lily. Turns out you were just too oblivious to see who he really liked.

Warnings: underage drinking

Wordcount: 1.4k

You and James had grown up with each other. Always attached at the hip, from the moment you met to now. After all these years you still remained the best of friends, despite your unrequited crush you've had for years.

The marauders sometimes found it annoying how you guys had your inside jokes and the secrets you kept. Well it was mainly Sirius but that's because he had always claimed the role of being James's bestfriend.

The week had been going slow so instead of paying attention to potions you stared at James who was sitting across the room. He was paired up with Lily Evans, again.

You didn't hate Lily, how could you. She was literally the nicest person you had ever met. It was no secret either that she was absolutely stunning too.

"You know, you should tell him" Sirius said breaking you out of your daze.

"What" You said confused looking at Sirius who was sitting in the chair next to you.

"Tell James that your in love with him... duh" Sirius says annoyed as his eyes wander off to Remus.

"Fine then tell Remus your in love with him" You spat back at him.

Sirius eyes narrowed at you before he scoffed and dropped the subject. Well at least you thought he had.

"You know I don't know where you got the idea I love Remus" He whispered to you.

"Really" You deadpanned before chuckling and going back to your reading.

"No really.. like where did you get that. I can have a best mate. Me and Remus are like you and James" he said before his eyes widened. "No that was a bad example.

"No it wasn't" You said laughing as you went back to reading the instructions.

Except it was a bad example because at least it was obvious Remus liked him back. James on the other hand clearly had no romantic feelings. How could he when he had Lily to fawn over.

...

The weekend had finally rolled around. Sirius continued to badger on about how you should tell James your feelings. Apparently he had a gut feeling that he liked you back. You just couldn't let yourself believe that no matter how much you wanted to.

"You coming to the game later" Peter asked looking at you as the five of you sat in lunch together.

"Of course" You smiled at Peter before briefly glancing at James who was sitting next to him. "I never miss them".

"James can i talk to you real quick" A flowery voice asked. You looked up to see Lily standing there as her long red hair glimmered in the light.

"yeah" James said as he stood up from his chair. "I'll be back" He said as you looked away from where Lily and James were. However when you looked back everyone's eyes were on you. James had told you specifically he'd be back.

"O- ok" You smiled not sure what else to say.

He followed Lily away from our table and out the great hall. You watched them walk out still confused on why he had pointed you out specifically.

"What was that.. did you finally tell him" Sirius said staring at you creepily.

"Um no".

"Tell James what" Remus and Peter said at the same time

"Nothing" You and Sirius said the same time causing the two of you too start laughing maniacally.

...

You hadn't meant to miss the game. You knew how much these matches meant to James, especially how much he usually wanted you there.

From the late nights of helping the marauders with there pranks to the lack of motivation you've had for the last week; your homework had started piling up. You decided that you could get some done before the game.

Of course that ended up being a terrible idea since you had fallen asleep whilst working on an essay. You woke up with your body aching and the feeling of parchment stuck to your face.

You had scrunched your eyes together expecting for the bright mid day sun to hit your face except there was no sun. It was completely pitch black outside.

Your face dropped as you heard the loud music coming from the Gryffindor common room. Shit.

You quickly ran out wanting to find James. Knowing him you knew he was gonna end up being upset. As you ran down the stairs. Sirius's voice boomed as he called out your name.

"Where's James?" You asked calmly even though you could tell he was black out drunk. He stumbled forward and you tried to help catch him despite him being much taller.

"Jesus ok" You breathed out trying to get Sirius to sit down. You pushed him down onto the couch. He grabbed onto your hand almost making you stumble onto him. Suddenly he yelled that he could see James as he jumped to his feet.

James head whipped toward you and Sirius. A smiled formed on his lips before his eyes drifted to you. His smile dropped as he stood up and grabbed a few bottles of beer and headed up the stairs.

"No James wait" You yelled as Remus came over to grab Sirius who was now laying on the couch looking dead. "Yeah can you um..." You start.

"Yeah of course" Remus said grabbing Sirius and taking him over to where there were water bottles and another couch. He sat Sirius down and unscrewed his water bottle making him chug the cold water.

Your ran as fast as you could and knocked on the dorm door rapidly. "James" You yelled knocking harder.

"What" He said opening the door slowly. Only enough where you could only see a sliver of his face. The light shined on his chocolate brown eyes and glowing skin making your heart race.

"I'm sorry... I know i told you I'd be there" you tried to explain. "Please I fell asleep, I'm so sorry" You said as your shoulders slumped. James made eye contact with you again.

"Just come in" He sighed opening the door all the way to let you in. James went to go sit in his bed and sulk as you stood there at the entrance of the room.

"It's fine, I just really wanted you to be there" he whispered after a few minutes, so quiet you almost didn't hear him.

"Was Lily at least there" You asked curiously. You knew that it was probably stupid to bring her up right now, but you had no clue what to say.

"Uh yeah" He shrugged. "What does Lily have to do with anything" He asked confused as he stared daggers into your head.

"I just wanted to know if you had the girl you like there" You blurted out but instantly regretting it.

"What" he blushed staring at you.

"Lily... you like Lily" You stuttered looking at his tomato red face. Had you been wrong somehow?

"No. No yeah uh no" He laughed awkwardly. He shook his head trying to come up with something to say to explain to you how he felt.

"Are you laughing at me".

"Yes" James said starting to laugh harder. The awkwardness had begun to fade as a smile peaked at your lips watching him laugh. Even though he was laughing at you.

"Lily's dating Mary... everyone knows this" He laughs as you blush beet read.

"Oh" You in fact did not know this.

"Plus the girl who likes me wasn't there" He admitted staring at you with a longing look.

"Oh sorry" You apologized feeling bad. "Oh" Your eyes widened as you realized he meant you.

"Oh god" He groaned. "You really didn't realize... honestly i thought the past year was you trying to nicely reject me" he laughed.

"I'm doing the opposite of rejecting you actually... wait what's the opposite, I'm open" You say. "Well that not right either" You laugh embarrassed as you tried to think of what you were actually trying to say.

James stalked toward you before grabbing your hips "God, shut up" He muttered before holding your body flush against his as he kissed you. His lips moved slowly against yours as his hands gripped your hips. A warm feeling flooded your body as he kissed you harder.

He pulled back breathless holding your face in his hands. "Thankyou" You smiled looking down at your feet.

He laughed lifting your chin up so you would look up at him. "Your welcome" he chuckled placing a kiss on your sweet lips.

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december jily bingo: fireworks & hugging just for warmth (does this count as two or am i cheating? 🤔) @jilychallenge

Potter manor was filled with their peers, strolling the grounds drunk and happy. Euphemia and Fleamont had long since gone to bed, setting up fireworks before giving Sirius free reign on setting them off.

The winter party dipped later and later into the night, the home still swarmed with guests. James Potter, however, focused only on one guest throughout the night.

Lily Evans arrived late, dressed in an emerald muggle party dress and with a fairly fancy box of chocolates as a house gift for James' parents. She then proceeded to dance with Mary for the next few hours, only taking short breaks to grab drinks. James was enamoured.

Now, hours later and Mary gone off, Lily settled down on the grass outside, waiting for the firework display Sirius had promised soon.

"Hey, Evans."

Lily turned and gave him a smile, "Lily now, remember?"

"Right, Lily", he waved a hand through his hair, "You having fun?"

"Yeah", she patted the grass next to her, prompting him to sit, "Can't believe I missed out on coming to these every year."

"Well I did invite you."

Lily snorted, "Did you really think I'd come any of those times?"

James shrugged, "Didn't think you'd actually come this time to be honest."

"Oi, I told you I would."

"Yeah, but you were like three hours late."

Lily blushed slightly and turned to glance at the various other people, claiming spots on the Potter's makeshift qudditch pitch.

"Something wrong?" James asked, noting the sudden shift.

Lily coughed slightly and turned back to him, "No, I just- I was late because I wasn't sure what to wear."

"Well you look great."

"Thanks", Lily snorted, "I just panicked a bit. I got all ready and then suddenly thought I should maybe try harder. Tried on all my best outfits and some of Mary's too."

James frowned, "That's nonsense. You'd still look the best dressed here even if you just wore your school uniform."

Lily smiled, "Are you saying I don't look good in my school uniform?"

"What-no!" James panicked.

Lily let out a laugh and touched his knee, "I'm messing with you, James."

A sudden boom sounded and the two glanced up to the night sky just in time to see a swirl if red sparkles fizzle in the air. A second came shortly later- gold waves cracking in the sky.

James felt Lily shiver beside him so he wrapped an arm around her. She shuffled closer to him.

They stayed wrapped in each other's arms as Sirius set off more and more fireworks, shifting from the muggle ones to the magical ones. And soon the fists of explosions shifted more to images against the blackness of the sky. From advertisements for Sleakeazy's products to snowflakes and ice skating.

The two kept shuffling closer, eyes kept on the firework display. As the night grew colder, they were practically sat in each other's laps.

As a large pink heart sparkled in the sky, Lily resolutely made herself turn away from the fireworks just as the sparkles dimmed away. Instead, she turned to James and wrapped her arms around him, face pressed against his neck.

"Uh, Lily?" James froze.

"Sorry", she murmured, "It's just so cold."

"Oh", James paused, "Did you want to go back inside?"

Lily lifted her head up to look him in the eye, "No, I’m very cozy here, as long as you don't mind?"

James grinned widely, "Oh, it's fine! I'm freezing cold too."

Lily placed her head back down, "We'll warm each other up then," she breathed against his neck.

Peter glanced to the two of them from only a few metres away before turning back to Remus, "Why don't they just do a warming charm like everyone else has?"

Remus smiled slightly, "I don't think they're just hugging for warmth."

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How I see ticci Toby

There’s a very clear way I see toby. He has a face claim and it’s young Evan peters. Pictures below

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What are your opinions on snarry?

Hi, thank you very much for asking, I hope more people ask what I think about other ships, Snarry in particular..... I don't like it and I have several reasons for this.

the age difference

veran Severus is 20 years older than him, oh 21? I don't remember, the point is that the age difference is huge for me.

He is the son of James Potter

Harry is James Potter's son, which in itself leaves me conflicted. I have no opinion of Harry, but I do of James. I hate him for being a bully and practically cheating on his wife about how he "grew up," demeaned Vernon and Petunia, and intimidated muggle police officers when he's supposed to be locked up because of the prophecy.

Oh, and don't get me started on Snape's worst memory, damn, that was UNFORGETTABLE AT ALL.

He is the son of Lily Evans Potter

you see, I don't like this character very much, I've already explained why but I'll say it in summary: the fandom, J.K Rowling's writing etc paint her as "the good popular girl who wants to be with the bully even though she knows he's a bastard and falls into the clutches of that bastard (James)" it is said that she is a good friend.... but she doesn't want Snape to defend himself, despite the fact that she knows that , although the marauders DO NOT use dark arts, she continues to defend them just because of that fact and calls Snape "obsessed with the marauders" uff That's a low blow for me.

He then doesn't ask Snape about the werewolf prank, doesn't question him if it's okay, just claims that "he should be grateful to James for saving him" and claims that's what happened, doesn't bother to ask any further questions, indicating that he doesn't really care.

Let's not talk about her lack of intervention in Severus' worst memory, she spent the whole time talking to him instead of asking if Severus was okay, Lily is a popular girl who could have tried to call someone to help her or if she's so smart she could have freed him or called a teacher if she was afraid that Sirius or Peter would attack her, she could even call Remus since he's a prefect! So many things wrong with her

Harry is the product of one of HP's most toxic couples

I don't think that Jily is a good couple, James made fun of Vernon Dursley, the fiancé of Petunia Evans, the sister of his wife Lily, bragging about riches that they do not understand being muggles, Lily does not intervene in that probably, which makes his relationship with Petunia break even more, with this point also James put Lily's life at risk by running away from home knowing that Voldemort is looking for him, he being hidden in an invisibility cloak and I firmly believe that Lily was making excuses for the (childish) behavior of her husband James Potter.

For me it seems like double standards when they say that using magic on muggles is horrible, but when James shows off his wealth to Vernon and Petunia it's okay (if these characters are detestable but they are still muggles, whether we like it or not)

Lily (even though I don't like her) deserves better than James Potter.

Why did you mention Jily in a post about giving my opinion of Snarry?

Simple, the mere creation of Harry would be a trigger for Severus, yes as a fan of Severus I am aware that Harry is not to blame for having been conceived by one of the most toxic couples in the Harry Potter series, but Harry himself would be a trauma trigger for Severus when remembering the face of James Potter, a character who... until now we do not know if he redeemed himself since he died at 21, but we have seen that Severus has a trauma when seeing Harry.

Severus would need a lot of therapy to be able to have Harry as a couple.

It would take a lot of therapy to heal his past traumas, to cope with them and not see Harry as an extension of James Potter but as an individual being.

Entiendo por qué a algunas personas les gusta Snarry: la dinámica de enemigos a amantes es muy interesante, tengo que admitirlo (como alguien a quien le gusta Snirius), pero no me gusta Snarry por estas razones, creo que Severus merece alejarse de la fuente del trauma (Hogwarts, spinner ends, etc.).

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Hi! I know this request sounds completely crazy but do you think you could do a yn that's like starfire coded? and Lily finds her and ends up kinda taking care of her (kinda like yn crashes falls into the forbidden forest and lilly finds her) because she's so confused on their world and has that weird type of speech. anway she gets super close with the Marauders and the rest, they're so curious by this new life form. and simply it's all of them, trying protect her from the 'bad houses' slytherin

Out of this World - Marauders Era

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Summary - Lily Evans and her friends discover an injured, otherworldly girl named Y/N in the Forbidden Forest. She claims to be from the planet Tamaran, having crash-landed after her ship was struck by lightning.

A/N ~ sorry if this really sucks, i haven't written anything in a while

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The Forbidden Forest was unnervingly silent as Lily Evans led her group of friends through the underbrush. She had come here on a whim, dragged along by James Potter’s insistence that the Marauders had discovered something fascinating that evening. The air was damp and cold, the moon casting a silvery glow over the forest floor.

The snap of a branch broke the quiet. Lily turned sharply, her wand already drawn. The sound came again, followed by a faint, pained groan. Frowning, she pushed through a cluster of trees, the others following closely. When they came upon the source of the sound, they all froze.

A girl—or at least she appeared to be a girl—lay sprawled among the roots of an ancient oak. Her skin glowed faintly, as if kissed by the light of another sun, and her hair spilled around her like liquid fire. Her clothing, strange and tattered, clung to her figure, and her chest rose and fell in shallow breaths. Blood seeped from a gash on her arm, staining the ground beneath her.

"Merlin," Lily breathed, rushing forward. "Someone’s hurt!"

"Lily, wait!" James called, but she was already kneeling beside the stranger, her wand hovering over the wound. The others approached cautiously, forming a loose circle around them.

"Who is she?" Sirius Black asked, his gray eyes narrowed. "She doesn’t look like a student."

"That’s because she’s not," Lily said sharply. "Help me turn her over."

Remus Lupin stepped forward to assist, gently rolling the girl onto her back. Her face was ethereal, her features unlike anything they’d ever seen. Her lips moved, forming words in a language none of them could understand.

"What’s she saying?" Peter Pettigrew asked nervously, glancing around as though expecting an ambush.

"I don’t know, but she’s hurt. We need to help her," Lily said. She muttered a quick healing spell, her wand glowing softly as the gash on the girl’s arm began to close. The stranger stirred, her eyes fluttering open. They were an otherworldly shade of green, brighter than any human’s.

The girl gasped and sat up abruptly, wincing in pain. She looked around at them, her expression a mix of confusion and alarm., her expression a mix of confusion and alarm.

"Who... where am I?" she asked, her voice melodic but tinged with an odd cadence. Her words were strangely constructed, as though English was not her native tongue.

Lily offered a reassuring smile. "You’re safe. We found you here in the forest. Can you tell us your name?"

"My name? It is... Y/N," the girl replied, her brows furrowing. "I am from the planet Tamaran."

The group exchanged bewildered glances.

"Tamaran?" Sirius echoed, raising an eyebrow. "You must’ve hit your head pretty hard, thinking you’re from another planet."

Y/N’s eyes widened. "No, it is truth! My ship was struck by the light. I fell from the skies and landed here. I am most distressed!"

James crossed his arms, looking skeptical. "Right. And you just happen to speak English?"

"It is not the language of my people," Y/N explained. "But I have the gift of... what is the word? Absorption? When I hear the words, I learn them."

"I believe her," Lily said firmly, her eyes scanning Y/N’s glowing skin and otherworldly features. "She’s different. You can’t deny that."

Remus sighed. "All right, but what are we going to do with her? We can’t just leave her here."

"Exactly," Lily agreed. "She’ll come back to my dorm. I’ll clean her up and figure out what to do next."

"Hold on," James said, stepping in front of Lily. "What if she’s dangerous? We can’t just let her into the castle."

"She’s injured and scared, James. I’m not leaving her here," Lily snapped. "If you’re so worried, you can come with me."

James hesitated, then sighed. "Fine. But we’re all going."

Lily rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. Sirius and James moved to Y/N’s sides, gently helping her to her feet. She winced, leaning heavily on them as they supported her.

"We’ve got you," Sirius said, offering her a lopsided grin. "Just don’t start glowing or shooting beams out of your hands or anything."

"I possess no beams," Y/N replied earnestly, though her phrasing earned a snicker from Sirius.

As they made their way back to the castle, Y/N glanced between her unlikely rescuers, her heart swelling with gratitude. These strange humans had shown her kindness, and though she was far from home, she felt a flicker of hope. Perhaps, on this unfamiliar planet, she might find allies.

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The girls' dormitory was quiet, save for the soft rustling of the canopy curtains as the group settled in. James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter perched awkwardly on the edge of the beds, clearly out of their element in the girls’ space. They glanced around at the floral decor, feeling strangely out of place but too curious to leave.

Meanwhile, Lily guided Y/N into the adjoining washroom, shutting the door gently behind them.

“Here,” Lily said softly, pulling out a set of her own clothes. “These should fit well enough for now. You’ll be more comfortable than in those ripped things.” She gestured toward Y/N’s tattered attire.

Y/N tilted her head, inspecting the clothing with curiosity. “These garments are strange to me, but I thank you for your kindness. You have much generosity, Lily of Evans.”

Lily smiled warmly. “You’re welcome, Y/N. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

It took some time, but with Lily’s help, Y/N was soon dressed in a cozy jumper and a pair of soft leggings. Her glowing skin seemed to dim slightly as she relaxed, blending in a little more with her surroundings. Lily brushed through her fiery hair, taming it into a neat braid, and gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

“All right,” Lily said, smiling. “Let’s head back out.”

When they re-entered the main dorm room, the boys turned their heads as one. Sirius let out a low whistle.

“Well, don’t you clean up nice,” he said with a teasing grin. James elbowed him, though he, too, couldn’t hide his curiosity about their otherworldly guest.

Y/N looked between them, her expression unsure. “I feel... strange. These clothes are most peculiar, but they are warm. I thank you again.”

“You’re welcome,” Lily replied, leading Y/N to sit down on one of the beds. “Now, we need to figure out what happens next.”

James leaned forward, his brows furrowed. “So, uh, how exactly are we supposed to get you back to your planet?”

Y/N blinked at him, her green eyes wide. “I do not know. My ship was destroyed in the falling. I am... stranded, as you say.”

“Right,” James muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “That’s a problem.”

“A bit of an understatement, mate,” Sirius added. “How do we even hide someone like her? No offense, Y/N, but you’re not exactly inconspicuous.”

“None taken,” Y/N replied earnestly. “I am not of this place. It is clear to see.”

Lily crossed her arms, her expression thoughtful. “We’ll figure something out. But for now, the most important thing is keeping her safe. If anyone finds out about her, especially someone like Slughorn or—Merlin forbid—Snape, there’ll be chaos.”

“Not to mention the Ministry,” Remus added. “They’d lock her up faster than you could say ‘alien.’”

Y/N’s eyes filled with worry. “You believe I am in danger?”

“Not as long as we’re around,” Sirius said confidently. “But yeah, we’ve got to keep you under wraps.”

James nodded. “We’ll need a plan. For now, she stays here with the girls. Lily, can you keep an eye on her?”

“Of course,” Lily said, her tone firm. “But you lot need to help too. We’re all in this together.”

Peter, who had been unusually quiet, finally spoke up. “What if someone comes looking for her? Like, from her planet?”

Y/N’s expression softened. “I fear no one will. I was sent here because my people are in peril. My mission was to find aid, but I have failed.”

The room fell silent, the weight of her words sinking in. Remus leaned forward, his voice gentle. “You haven’t failed, Y/N. We’ll help you, one way or another. You’re not alone anymore.”

Her eyes shimmered with gratitude. “Thank you, Remus of Lupin. You are all most kind.”

“Well, we’re not letting anything happen to you,” James declared. “Even if it means sneaking around and keeping you hidden. We’ve gotten away with worse.”

Sirius smirked. “He’s right. If we can manage full moon escapades with Moony here, we can handle this.”

Lily shot them a warning look. “Let’s not get overconfident. We’ll take this one step at a time. Y/N, you’re safe with us. We’ll figure it out together.”

Y/N nodded, her heart swelling with hope. These humans, so strange and yet so kind, were unlike anyone she had ever known.

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The sunlight filtered through the curtains of the girls’ dormitory, casting a warm glow on the room. Lily stirred first, glancing over to see Y/N sitting cross-legged on her bed, gazing out the window. Her fiery hair shimmered faintly in the light, and Lily was momentarily reminded of just how otherworldly her new companion was.

“Good morning,” Lily said softly, sitting up. Y/N turned to her, offering a small smile.

“Good morning, Lily of Evans. Your greeting is most welcome,” Y/N replied, her cadence still slightly unusual but endearing.

Lily stretched and stood, reaching for her wardrobe. “We need to get you some food. But first, let’s get you dressed in something more... inconspicuous. If anyone comes in here, they’ll think you’re a new student.”

Y/N tilted her head. “Inconspicuous? I do not wish to cause alarm. I will wear these garments you provide.”

Lily handed her a Hogwarts uniform, complete with a Gryffindor tie. The sight of Y/N awkwardly adjusting the robes made Lily chuckle. “It suits you. Now, stay here. I’ll go to the Great Hall and bring back a plate for you. Don’t wander off, okay?”

Y/N nodded earnestly. “I shall remain. Thank you, Lily of Evans.”

Lily smiled and left the dormitory, heading down to breakfast. In the Great Hall, she spotted the Marauders gathered at their usual spot. James waved her over, a curious look on his face.

“How’s our visitor?” he asked as she sat down.

“She’s fine,” Lily replied, grabbing some toast. “I left her in the dorm. I told her I’d bring her food, but we need to figure out what we’re going to do next.”

“Has she said anything about how she got here?” Remus asked, pouring himself some tea.

“Not yet,” Lily admitted. “But she’s mentioned her ship. If it’s still in the Forbidden Forest, we might be able to fix it and send her back.”

Sirius raised an eyebrow. “Fix a spaceship? Lily, we’re wizards, not engineers.”

“Do you have a better idea?” Lily shot back. “We can at least go look for it. She’s not safe here, especially if anyone finds out what she is.”

James nodded. “After classes, we’ll head back to the forest. If her ship’s there, we’ll figure something out. Until then, we keep this quiet.”

The group agreed, finishing their breakfast quickly. Lily piled a plate with food and excused herself, heading back to the dormitory. When she opened the door, she found Y/N standing by her dresser, examining the trinkets and photographs with wide eyes.

“Oh!” Y/N gasped, startled by Lily’s return. She stepped back, clasping her hands together. “I did not mean to intrude. Your artifacts are most fascinating.”

Lily chuckled. “It’s fine. Here, I brought you something to eat.” She handed the plate to Y/N, who took it cautiously, peering at the food with a skeptical expression.

“This is nourishment?” Y/N asked, tilting her head. “It is unfamiliar.”

“It’s good, I promise,” Lily said reassuringly. “Try it.”

Y/N hesitated, then picked up a piece of toast and took a tentative bite. Her eyes lit up. “This is most delightful! You call it... toast?”

“That’s right,” Lily said, smiling as the boys entered the room. “Enjoy your breakfast while we talk.”

Sirius flopped onto one of the beds, grinning. “Morning, Y/N. Sleep well?”

“Your beds are most comfortable. I am grateful for your hospitality,” Y/N replied between bites of toast.

“Glad to hear it,” James said, leaning against the wall. “Now, about your ship. You said it might still be in the forest?”

Y/N nodded, setting the plate down. “Yes. It fell when the lightning struck. If it remains intact, I may be able to repair it and return to Tamaran.”

“And you’re sure it’s safe for us to help?” Remus asked cautiously. “We don’t want to make things worse.”

“I will guide you. Your assistance is most appreciated,” Y/N said, her expression earnest.

“Right then,” James said, clapping his hands together. “After classes, we’ll head out to the forest. If your ship’s there, we’ll figure out how to fix it.”

“And if it’s not?” Peter asked, his voice quiet.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” Lily said firmly. “For now, let’s focus on finding it. We’ll meet back here after dinner and head out together.”

Y/N’s face brightened with hope. “You are most kind. Thank you, all of you.”

“Don’t mention it,” Sirius said with a wink. “We’re just getting started.”

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The evening air was crisp as the group made their way out of the castle, their footsteps echoing softly against the stone path. Y/N walked in the middle, flanked by Lily and Remus, while James and Sirius led the way with Peter trailing behind.

As they neared the edge of the Forbidden Forest, a voice called out, stopping them in their tracks. “Well, well, what have we here?”

The group turned to see a cluster of Slytherins, with Severus Snape at the forefront, his dark eyes glinting suspiciously. Beside him stood Mulciber, Avery, and a few others, their expressions smug.

“Out for a nighttime stroll?” Severus drawled, his gaze flicking to Y/N. “And who’s this? A new friend?”

Y/N, thinking they were more friends of the Marauders, stepped forward with a bright smile. “Greetings! I am Y/N of Tamaran. It is a pleasure to meet more of your companions.”

The Slytherins exchanged confused looks, but before Y/N could say more, Lily quickly pulled her back. “She’s just visiting,” Lily said curtly. “None of your business.”

“Visiting?” Mulciber sneered. “From where, exactly?”

“None of your concern,” James said sharply, stepping forward. “Now, why don’t you lot run along before you get hexed?”

“Hexed?” Severus’s lip curled. “Big words, Potter. Maybe you lot should focus on dealing with your new friend .”

Sirius smirked, his wand already in hand. “At least I don’t have to deal with greasy hair like yours, Snivellus.”

Severus’s face darkened, and before anyone could stop him, he raised his wand. “Expelliarmus!”

The spell missed as James deflected it with ease. Chaos erupted as wands were drawn on both sides, spells flying through the air. Lily stayed close to Y/N, shielding her from the fray.

“Stay behind me,” Lily urged, her own wand ready just in case.

The duel between the Slytherins and the Marauders was over almost as quickly as it began. The Marauders fought with practiced ease, countering the Slytherins' hexes with skillful precision. James and Sirius worked in tandem, their spells complementing each other in an almost choreographed way, while Remus and Peter provided backup, casting defensive charms to keep the group protected.

“Petrificus Totalus!” James shouted, his wand aimed at Mulciber, who froze mid-attack and toppled over like a plank of wood.

“Rictusempra!” Sirius cast with a wicked grin, sending Avery flying backward into a bush.

“Enough!” Severus snarled, his face twisted with frustration as he blocked another hex from James. Realizing they were outmatched, he barked at the others, “Let’s go!”

With a final glare, the Slytherins retreated into the shadows, muttering curses under their breath. As the dust settled, the Marauders turned to Y/N and Lily.

“You okay?” Sirius asked, brushing off his robes as he approached.

“I am unharmed, thanks to your bravery,” Y/N said, her wide eyes filled with awe. “Your magic is most impressive.”

“Yeah, we’ve got plenty of practice dealing with those lot,” James said, tucking his wand back into his robes. “They’re always causing trouble.”

“Who were they?” Y/N asked, her gaze flicking to Lily.

“The worst,” Lily said with a sigh, shaking her head. “Severus Snape and his cronies. They’re Slytherins, and they’re not exactly the friendly type. It’s best to avoid them whenever possible.”

“I understand,” Y/N said solemnly. “I shall steer clear of these Slytherins.”

“Good plan,” Remus said with a small smile. “Now, let’s keep moving before they come back with reinforcements.”

The group continued their trek into the forest, the atmosphere growing darker and more ominous with every step. The towering trees seemed to close in around them, their gnarled branches casting eerie shadows on the forest floor. Despite the foreboding surroundings, Y/N seemed calm, her glowing green eyes scanning the area with curiosity.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of walking, they reached a clearing. In the center lay a sleek, silver ship, its surface glinting faintly in the moonlight. Though it was partially buried under branches and leaves, it appeared relatively intact.

“There it is,” Y/N said, her voice filled with relief. She hurried forward, kneeling beside the ship and running her hands over its surface. “My vessel! It is not as damaged as I feared.”

The group gathered around, examining the strange craft. “This is incredible,” Lily murmured, her eyes wide. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Neither have I,” Remus said, his tone awed. “It’s... definitely not from Earth.”

“Guess that answers any doubts about her being from another planet,” Sirius said, crossing his arms. “Not that I had any.”

Y/N looked up at them, her expression earnest. “If I can access the power core and repair the guidance system, I will be able to return to Tamaran.”

“Can we help?” James asked, crouching beside her.

“I appreciate your offer, but the systems are quite complex,” Y/N replied. “I will do my best to explain if assistance is needed.”

For the next hour, the group worked together to clear debris from the ship and hold lighted wands for Y/N as she tinkered with its inner workings. Her hands moved with practiced precision, her knowledge of the advanced technology evident.

Finally, Y/N stepped back, her face glowing with triumph. “It is done! The ship is ready.”

Lily’s smile faltered slightly. “So, this is goodbye?”

Y/N nodded, her expression bittersweet. “I must return to my people. But I will never forget the kindness you have shown me.”

Lily pulled her into a tight hug. “Promise you’ll try to visit. You’ll always have friends here.”

“I promise,” Y/N said, her voice thick with emotion.

James and Sirius stepped forward, each clapping Y/N on the shoulder. “Take care of yourself,” James said. “And if you ever need us, you know where to find us.”

“Yeah, don’t let any Slytherin-like creatures push you around out there,” Sirius added with a grin.

Remus and Peter waved as Y/N climbed into her ship, the door closing behind her. The group stepped back as the engines roared to life, the ship lifting off the ground and ascending into the night sky. They watched until it disappeared among the stars, a faint streak of light the only trace of its departure.

Lily wiped a tear from her cheek, her smile returning. “She’s going to be okay.”

James slipped an arm around her shoulders. “So are we.”

The group stood in silence for a moment, their gazes fixed on the sky, before turning and making their way back to the castle. Though Y/N was gone, her brief time with them had left an indelible mark, one they would carry with them always.

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[eddiediazismyhusband]

My (embarrassingly okay-ish) 9-1-1 Sims

so I do not claim to be good at remaking real people in the sims... I want to go ahead and get that out of the way first and foremost

however I don't think I did *terrible* on these sims (some are definitely better than others) but with that said, here are my 9-1-1 sims

(please don't judge me too hard)

Evan "Buck" Buckley

the tattoo cc I made for buck is definitely way out-of-date, but alas i am too lazy to go back and make a new tattoo to add all of his current 6,000 tattoos (love your tats oliver but no thanks <3) Including that last shirtless pic to show them off a little better.

Eddie Diaz

I know that Eddie doesn't have Ryan's map&compass tattoo in the show but I love that tattoo on Ryan so I included it on Eddie. I chose this hair for him bc I wanted to like blend the length it's at now with his s6 style a little bit- very floofy yet tidy, but also not a schoolboy or slicked back to the gods.

Maddie Han

I think I spent hours trying to get JLH's face as perfect as I could in-game and honestly I don't hate the outcome? like it's definitely NOT perfect by any means, but I think Maddie is one of my favorite sims in terms of how she turned out.

Chimney Han

Chimney is where things started to go a little downhill for me... I don't know why, but after HOURS of working, I just cold not get him right so I eventually had to sit back, take a deep breath, and say 'this is as good as it's gonna get.' I'd like to issue my formal apology to Kenneth Choi for this <3 (pls don't judge too harshly I swear I tried)

Karen Wilson

Karen, like Chimney, was a sim I spent HOURS on trying to get right, but for some reason I just could not for the life of me perfectly replicate Tracie's face... and unfortunately when I first made these sims (a LONG time ago) there wasn't a hair that fit Karen perfectly until (imo) THIS one came with the Lovestruck Expansion pack... I did make the executive decision to give her light brown hair rather than the blonde/brown she actually has, because the blonde in-game looked weird on her. I know these aren't her classic dreads, but I feel like they evoke the general vibe of hers better than some of the options we have in-game.

Hen Wilson

so Hen turned out being one of my favorites. I really love the outfits I picked out for her (bc lets be honest Hen loves wearing some of the WILDEST fits on the show) but unfortunately, this game hates to give female sims just plain slacks that are higher-waisted, so I was stuck with a cc pair that don't quite match but what can I do

Bobby Nash

yet another sim who I feel like I missed the mark on- Peter Krause's face was just IMPOSSIBLE to replicate, so I did my best. I also made the executive decision to not go full-grey for Bobby bc then he looked ancient rather than just late-50s.

Athena Grant

All I have to say about Athena is ANGELA BASSETT DID THE THING (also the cop outfit does NOT do her justice in this- I promise I worked hard to make sure Athena was giving just as much mommy vibes as she does on the show in her other outfits) (she's also ripped as fuck in my game bc I said so)

May Grant

I have a love-hate relationship with this sim because I spent so much time trying to perfectly replicate Corrinne's face, but no matter what I did there was always something that was always just the tiniest bit off... she's definitely not the worst of these sims though

Ravi Panikkar

all I have to say about Ravi is that if they want to give him a boyfriend in s8 i am available, and willing to travel to shoot in Los Angeles-

Also, I DID make a Josh sim, but I accidentally deleted him bc my mouse battery was dying and it was glitching out and i misclicked the "yes delete" button rather than the "don't delete" on the "are you sure?" tab and I didn't feel like going back and finding him again in the depths of my library so I will have to remake him :/

Oh and I made Chris too but every child sim looks exactly the same so he doesn't look anything like Gavin, but that was out of my hands I fear 💀

But anyway, these are my 9-1-1 sims... I made these forever ago and went through last night and updated their hair/outfits, but I haven't touched their physical attributes since I first made them. I'm excited to start playing with them again 😭😭

[icannotpickanamewtf]

ᴛᴡɪsᴛᴇᴅ ɴᴇʀᴠᴇs (PT. 2)

EVAN PETERS AHS x READER

SUMMARY: 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖫𝖠 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗌. 𝖠 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗍, 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾, 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗅, 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗒𝗉𝗌𝖾, 𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐…𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾.

Chapter Focus: Kai Anderson x Reader

🚨WARNINGS: 𝖠𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖧𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋 𝖲𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒, 𝖮𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖬𝗎𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖢𝗎𝗅𝗍, 𝖱𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝖲𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝖾𝗍𝖼…

You officially decide that Michigan is a complete bust. 

As soon as the plane landed and you’d made your way out of baggage claim, you were hit by a blasting cold. 

Is it possible for someone to shit out a block of ice? 

You had to pile on coat after coat, your grey fleece detective jacket rested on top of your layers. 

The service was awful, the people acted like NPC’s, and overall, your first impression was a 3/10. 

You held your suitcase and bags in one hand as you rung up your phone to call for an Uber, your motel was right outside Brookfield Heights but far enough so you wouldn’t run into any possible suspects while you were off-duty. 

After making a pit stop at an overpriced airport cafe for some mid-afternoon coffee, you hurriedly rushed to the front exit once you got a message from your Uber Driver that they’d arrived. 

The car was a silver chevy and was low to the ground, it had just barely enough room for your three bags in the trunk, but you were grateful nonetheless. 

An older man sat in the drivers seat and his grey hairs were slicked back to expose his wrinkled forehead. He seemed pretty jolly the whole ride to your motel, until you mentioned Brookfield Heights. 

“It ain’t the town for a vacation, that’s for sure.” Was all you managed to get after your numerous questions, clearly the news about Kai had followed all of Michigan and haunted the witnessing residents. 

The drive was mostly quiet after besides the Christian-pop that subtly played over the rusty car speaker, you resided to staring out the window. 

‘Welcome to Brookfield Heights!’ decorated the bright green sign outside of the ghost town. Trees flew past the window as you tried your best to absorb your surroundings.

The more you knew the better.

You’d already spent weeks holed up in your office studying the towns layout, from each fire-hydrant to large corporations and events. 

Fall had come in full swing, leaves were brown and the grass shook from the chilly breeze. 

The barren farmland and empty fields soon turned into old buildings and little country-side stores. If you weren’t investigating a cultist, you’d have thought it was a cute little town. 

The driver, whom you noticed you forgot to ask for his name, pulled over when your run down motel entered your sight. 

The older gentleman unlocked the doors and said his farewell to you as you left the Honda Civic. It felt weird to have both feet on the ground after traveling for so long, but it did absolute wonders to finally have some fresh air. 

The Honda Civic closed the doors from behind you and the Christian-pop faded in the distance as the car rolled out of the motel parking lot, leaving you to face your soon-to-be home for the next few months.

The motel’s sign was barely hanging on for dear life, the walls had chipped yellow-ish paint, and the doors were falling off their hinges. It was practically invisible amongst all the regal and historical hotels that littered Brookfield. It was perfect. 

You grabbed your small suitcase by the handle and made your way to the check in, a little hut outside of the motel. Your luggage bounced from the rickety cement and overgrown weeds, but your grip kept it from flopping over. 

The door to the check in creaked from the force of your palm, screaming in age as you stepped inside the small room. 

The floor was a dark mahogany, a vending machine ran brightly to your left with miscellaneous snacks, and dust covered the few chairs that lined up on the wall to your right. But the main attraction, was the older woman standing behind the reception desk in front of you. 

She had red curly hair, down to her shoulders, and her eyes sagged with exhaustion. Her skin could be compared to a sickly green but the bright red lipstick she adorned made you think that it was a thick application of make up. 

Oh, and the resting bitch face. Yep, you were definitely going to enjoy this woman’s presence. 

“Uh–Hello, I’m here to check in for a room?” You had made your way up to the counter, standing awkwardly in front of the woman who continued to apply the same bright red color of her lips to her fingernails. This made you half-ponder when was the last time you painted your own nails. 

The woman’s crooked name tag read “Louise” as she blatantly ignored your attempt at interacting. Louise barely even looked up to meet your eyes as she slowly turned to grab what you assumed as your room key from behind her. 

Louise spoke with a know-it-all tone, a snide grin lit up her features, “There. No parties. No dealing before seven A.M. and no fucking past eight.”

Part of wondered why she announced the last rule like it was a pointed remark at you, but the other half of you knew exactly what she was trying to get at.

Fortunately for her, you hated confrontation in these situations. 

You were also jet-lagged as all hell. 

So you just kept your mouth shut and dragged your deranged detective ass out the check in door and to the stairs that led to your room. 

The key read “17B” indicating it was on the second floor and almost all the way on the other side. The wooden stairs wobbled under your feet and you almost thought they would completely give out, but you carried your suit case all the way up the two-flights of stairs. 

When you made it to your room, you haphazardly threw your clothes into one of the drawers (locking the door and moving the chain above it) and practically collapsed onto the old bed. It was fairly small for a motel room, and the same yellow paint donned the walls but with a 80’s pattern of lines and crescents. 

You laid with your back on the mattress, feeling all the lumps and creaky springs underneath. 

It was quiet in the room. 

It’s not that you weren’t used to quiet. 

But this time, you were completely alone. Your leather shoes felt heavy on your feet, and you could sense that a migraine was well on its way to your skull. 

You were so fucking tired. 

But you had a cultist to expose, lives were at stake, you couldn’t just sit here and rest.

A dark corner of your mind infested with guilt shunned you for thinking that you could possibly deserve the comfort of a bed. Or the comfort of a job. 

Or the fact your alive–

“Fuck this.” You stood quickly and shrugged off your large trench coat, opting to brace the cold and sit down in the shaky chair in front of the wooden desk the laid in front of the bed. You flung open your laptop and spread out your papers. 

A room temperature energy drink that you packed found its way in your hands as you typed away. 

You didn’t sleep at all that night. 

———————

Morning came slowly, and with it a fresh pair of deep circles engraved themselves under your eyes. 

But with morning, came more opportunities to explore. 

You freshened up, applied some dry-shampoo and washed your face, before heading out to explore Brookfield. 

You had to get a sense of your surroundings in person, online maps and insane amounts of internet research could barely compare to being able to experience the real thing. 

Your trench coat sagged on your shoulders, but without it, the fall-chill would’ve given you a cold so you tiredly walked your way into town. Your bag with your laptop, recording device, and USB drive sat heavily on your shoulder. 

You easily mixed into the crowd of locals, sneakily taking time to take pictures with your phone of the posters of Kai Anderson that popped up every now and then. 

All of which had “FEAR” written in at least one sentence, you’d think he’d be more subtle but it was almost like he was trying to get more negative attention than positive. 

Hm. Weird. 

After about an hour of just walking around and exploring Brookfield Heights, your lack of sleep caught up to you. So you decided it was time to get a nice something to eat and a whole lot of espresso. 

Thankfully, there was a tiny cafe near the Butchery that was owned by the victim of a majority of Kai Andersons harassment, Ally Mayfair-Richards. 

You glanced back at the restaurant before making your way into the little cafe, the warm scent of coffee and scones filled your nose at your entrance. The cold chill turned warm and you were finally able to take off your coat. 

It was quaint but reminded you of a cabin in the woods with their wooden accents and architecture on the inside. It was a nice comparison to the modernized celeb hubs in LA. 

There were few people inside, all were seated and kept to themselves. You quietly stepped up to the counter, deciding to order a large black coffee with four shots of espresso, and a blueberry muffin to nibble on while you worked. 

The teenager behind the counter smiled at you before preparing your order, there were only two people working but they seemed eager. 

Did they feel the impact of what was happening around them? Were they in his cult? What would happen the the kids if Kai Anderson succeeded? 

Would it be your fault–

Again, your thoughts were cut off as the teenager handed you your drink and treat. Allowing the person behind you to place their own order after you paid. 

Wait, person behind you? 

You didn’t even notice the man that had made his way to the line, becoming the sixth customer inside the shop. 

When you backed away from the counter, you were able to soak in his appearance. 

Kai. Fucking. Anderson. 

You pretended to find a seat and load up your laptop, but sweat pooled at the back of your neck. 

What if he caught you? What if he busted you? 

You had to act normal. Like it was a regular day in Brookfield Heights, and you were just a local getting some coffee. 

You sipped anxiously at your caffeinated monster of black coffee as you subtly analyzed his appearance. 

The cultist wore a black beanie, letting his oily blue hair dangle freely. His sweater was black, his shirt was black, his pants were black, and he wore black combat boots. 

Was he trying to scream out that he was some kind of villain? 

What was this guys fucking problem? 

You knew he was on adderall and taking an inhumanly sized dose, but god, so much for inconspicuous killer. 

But eventually you realized that if you didn’t have all the information you collected on this little town, you would’ve just thought it was a regular guy with eccentric style. 

He ordered a large cinnamon latte, extra espresso with no whipped cream and low-fat milk. He poured one creamer and no sugar. 

He carried his own papers and phone in one hand, while collecting his drink in the other. Kai Anderson walked over to the table right next to yours and sat down, scrolling aimlessly while taking notes? You couldn’t get a clear shot of what he was writing. 

So, you were literally sitting in the same space as a serial killer and cultist. Life was great!

You managed to get away with a few more glances before exiting out of your tabs, all of which had extreme dirt on Kai, and opened a decoy word document that looked like boring tax papers. 

You pretended to work on fucking taxes for twenty minutes without interacting with him at all, until Kai stood up from his chair (the only way you could tell was from the chair sliding against the floor) and sat in front of you. 

You barely looked up from your laptop until he fully made himself comfortable in front of you, propping his arms on the table and staring directly at you. 

Sometimes you wondered if fate had it out for you. 

“Hey.” Kai cleared his throat, which indicated that you should probably stop ignoring the elephant in the room and look up at him. 

In doing so, you got a clear glance at his face. Little bits of stubble decorated his cheeks, and his eyes were wide as they looked at you. 

“Oh, Hi?” The silence was much better than talking, but this guy would probably slit your throat if you didn’t respond. 

You tilted your head a little in faux innocence as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

Kai seemed to fall for your act completely, “Are you new around here? I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.” 

Fuck. Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck–

TO BE CONTINUED.

[evan4ever]

This is a vague suggestion but maybe reader laying on whatever Evan peters character you choose’s chest? Just that cuddling experience

For Eternity

a/n: I feel like there’s not enough, or any that I can recall reading, James cuddling fics 🥺 so enjoy this one!!

Warnings: none, just fluff!

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There’s nothing you loved more than being in James’s care. He was your protection, always making sure you were safe and sound, comfortable, and happy. It really was all you could ask for.

But with it came being alone often. You had taken comfort in Liz and Sally, even a few of the other souls that lived in the hotel for all eternity. You were sure to be with someone when James wasn’t around, finishing whatever business he had to. You couldn’t lie, you wished he’d put his business and work aside so he could spend some time with you, but you understood he was a busy and important man in this place.

It wasn’t until John finished the murders he had agreed to for James that you finally saw your lover more. And when Liz and Ethel took over managing the Hotel, James was always by your side. It felt like Heaven.

“Any big plans for the day, dear?” James asked as he readied himself in the tall mirror, fixing his tie carefully and precisely. You smiled from beside him, gazing lovingly at the beautiful man before you.

He stopped what he was doing and turned his head to you when you hadn’t answered him, raising an eyebrow curiously. Your smile widened as your eyes met, finally shaking your head to answer his question.

“No, no plans. Though you look like you may have some?” You now asked him, walking to him and taking his tie from his hands to fix it yourself. He lowered his hands to your waist, resting gently on them as he looked down at you, watching you in complete adoration. Once you had the tie perfectly set to your liking, your eyes flickered up to meet his again.

“In fact, I do.” He grinned, your eyebrows raising encouraging him to continue. “John reached out to me. He’s not content with his work, he’d like to continue.” His smile widened though yours dropped, confused.

“John? I thought he wanted to be done and just… be with his family?” You knew he was here with his family but didn’t understand why he’d want to continue murdering people after all the years he did it and had made it clear to James that he was done after his final on the countess, who you never saw. James was sure of it, claiming she was dangerous and he wanted you to have no interaction or communication with her.

“He did, dear.” James nodded before looking back to the mirror to give himself one last look over and smiling pleasantly at his appearance. “That’s the beauty of murder. It’s exhilarating, once you start you don’t want to stop.” He continued, giving you a gentle kiss on the cheek as he walked past you. You blinked a few times silently hating the thought because you knew it would mean less time with James, and god you were really loving having him to yourself. But you would always support him, no matter what.

“So what will this time consist of?” You questioned as you turned to where he was standing, collecting the rest of the items he needed to meet John. Your hands held each other as the hung before your abdomen, just watching James.

“We haven’t decided yet, that’s why we are meeting.” He gleamed excitedly. John was a prized possession of James, he did his work so effortlessly and so clean, leaving no traces behind. James took an extra liking to him, so of course he was excited.

Your eyes remained on him as you stood silently. Realizing you were quiet now, he stopped what he was doing and glanced at you.

“Is everything okay, my love?” He asked now, catching on to some negative feelings you were seeming to give. “Do you not approve of our idea?” He laid his jacket back down on the bed and stood straight, facing you to give you his full attention.

You raised your eyebrows and open your mouth, though unsure of what you wanted to say, you quickly closed it.

“Dearest?” He urged, walking up to you.

You let out a sigh, dropping your head and looking at your feet.

“It’s not that..” you start.

“Then tell me what it is? I can’t fix anything if I don’t know what it is that needs to be fixed.” You smiled lightly at his words, appreciating that he cared so much about whatever it is that bothers you. There was never a moment that you questioned his love for you, you just never wanted to burden him with your neediness.

“It’s really not a big deal, James. Honestly! You go, I can talk to you tonight.” You smile trying to seem as convincing as possible, but James sees right through you as he tilts his head to this side gazing deep into your eyes with his own gentle eyes. You swallow hard and let out a sigh. “I just have very much enjoyed having you to myself these last weeks. It makes me sad to think you might become busy again. That’s all.”

Hearing you would become sad with his business practically tears his heart out, his eyebrows furrowing deeply. “Then it can wait.” He states, turning to do you’re not sure what, but you quickly object.

“No, really it’s alright, my love. I’m just being clingy, it’s silly. I’ll be just fine waiting for you.” You say as you take ahold of his arm, stopping him from going any further. He turn to you and shakes his head.

“I won’t have my actions cause you any sadness. That’s real silliness, dear. John can wait, you need me here and I need you, my most loved, happy.” He gives you a soft smile, walking closer and his hands reaching to cup either side of your face, holding you gently so you’re looking up at him. “Sometimes I need my priorities checked, and you, dear, are my top priority.” He gazes down at you with a gentle seriousness. You couldn’t help but smile up at him in his hold, which he returns. “Just give me some moments to let John know we will reschedule.”

He places a kiss on your forehead before releasing your face and turning, heading to the door. You sighed wishing he’d just let you get him a cellphone to make these kind of things easier, but no matter how hard you tried, he never agreed to it. Another “silly” making of the modern world, in his opinion. So, he had to go to John himself. Thankfully, being the ghost he was, it really would only take a few minutes.

“Will he mind?” You ask before he exits the room. He turns his face to you and gives you another reassuring smile.

“Not in the slightest. We have all the time in the world. Now you lay, I would very much like to hold you when I return.” He nods, closing the door. You feel your heart melt at his request, demand, whatever you want to call it. One thing that happened very seldom when it comes to James is cuddling. He’d hug you for some minutes before bed, or right after you finished making love with each other, but it was very quick. You weren’t sure why, but never questioned. Usually put it off as it having to do with the love of murdering part of him, it surely had to cause some sort of emotional lacking. Generally, you’d just hug him at night when he’d be long asleep, to help yourself fall asleep feeling him. So knowing that that’s what he wants, you absolutely were filled with so much joy and even relief.

You removed your own white jacket, hanging it carefully so you wouldn’t cause any folds or wrinkles. You slipped your shoes off and set them in their place and finally made your way to your shared king size bed. You sat on the edge and grabbed your journal deciding to write until he returned, scribbling away peacefully. You journaled often, James had recommended it to you. He said it helped him many times, especially being secluded to one building for all eternity as long as it stood. You took his suggestion up years ago and would write your little heart away. You often wondered if James had ever read it while you weren’t present, knowing you’ve wrote many times about your wish to be like him so you could stay with him for eternity. He has never agreed to make you like him, feeling that if you ever changed your mind you would resent him. He didn’t want to strip you of your freedom, seclude you to this building forever like he was. Even after all your pleas and reassurances, he never gave in. He wanted you to have your life when you would give it up in an instant to be with him.

“I’ve returned dear!” You heard James call after some time from the doorway, unable to see him yet. You closed your journal and turned yourself on the bed, crossing your legs and sitting patiently for him. When he made his way to the large area, his eyes found you and he smiled at your figure waiting for him on the bed.

You watched as he slipped out of his jacket and shoes, taking off his tie and tossing it aside leaving him in only his white button up and slacks, surprised at his action and wondering why he’s not hanging his items like he usually would. But before you could ask, he was crawling into the bed and under the covers. He lifted them so you could slide under, doing so and making yourself comfortable in the warm blankets.

His arm slid under you and wrapped around your waist, pulling you to him with a gasp from your lips. He wrapped his other arm over you and allowed you to snuggle into him, your body fitting perfectly against his. You made yourself comfy, finally resting your head on his chest as his hand placed itself against your head, soothing your hair down and holding you tightly to him. You instantly relaxed in his hold, wrapping your own arm over his torso and breathing in his scent that melted you every time you got a whiff. Your eyes fluttered shut as you took in the feeling, wishing for it to never end. If he could hold you like this forever, you wanted him to. If you both were to ever die, this is how you wanted to be laid to rest.

“I am sorry that I wasn’t as present all those years ago.” He spoke quietly, feeling his breath against your head, making the hairs along your neck and arms stand up. You breathed him in and smiled, shaking your head.

“I know you had business to attend to, babe. You don’t have to apologize.” You stated, not using the pet name “babe” often considering he liked the older, more meaningful pet names like “dear” “my love” “sweetness” and even “sugar pie” on occasion, when he was in a very good mood or in a happy drunken state. But you chose “babe” when it was only you two and in the comfort of your bed together. He didn’t mind it, he was just an old school kind of man. But he understood you were also your own person, and considering you were technically a hundred years younger than him being born in the new and modern world. Of course there would be differences, and he was okay with that.

“Maybe so, but I should’ve been with you more. I thank you for staying by my side despite it.” He sighed, causing you to tighten your hold on him in a loving manner. You never wanted him to feel bad or regretful. You only wanted him here now, as he was.

“You’re here now” you say, raising your head to look down at him, his eyes meeting yours as he tilts his head slightly to allow him more of a view of you. “That’s all I care about.” You smile. He gazed at you admiringly before lifting his head, his lips meeting yours in a warm kiss.

You place your hand on his cheek, holding him to you as you kissed slow and carefully, savoring the taste of one another. There were times he wondered how you were real, how you were his. You were a goddess in his eyes and he never wanted you to feel like anything less.

His fingertips gently caressed your sides underneath your shirt, meeting each others eyes once again when your lips parted. “You, my love, are otherworldly.” He states, tucking some stray hairs behind your ears and allowing his fingertips to trace down your neck and rest behind your neck softly.

You pressed your lips together as you took the time to admire him now, taking in his every perfect feature. He was the most beautiful man your eyes ever saw. And he made you feel like a gift from above in his eyes.

“I love you, James.” You say in nearly a whisper. The side of his mouth twitches into a smile before he pulls you back down to his chest, holding you against him again in a tight embrace. You listen to the sound of his heart beating in his chest, something you often wondered how it was possible but very much enjoyed listening to.

“I love you, so very much.” He replies quietly, placing another kiss on the top of your head, embracing your figure that was against his. He could hold you forever, never wanting to let you go. His mind raced over the thought of your frequent request to change you. He told himself he’d never allow it to happen, that he would never take your life for his own selfish desire. But now, laying here with you in his arms, he couldn’t fathom the thought of you passing someday. He couldn’t fathom the thought of you no longer here. It was true, you would pass one day, and he was going to be sure you passed outside of the hotel so that you could rest peacefully — but now he wondered if you could truly be happy spending eternity with him like you say. He wanted nothing more, but he needed to be sure. If you would reassure him one more time, he’d allow it. He would give you what you want, what he wants just as much. And you would be together indefinitely.

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