#female marauders

[hyperfocuscentre]

some people draw fem remus with short hair (and that’s cool ofc) but i think cutegirlsart’s interpretation of sapphic wolfstar was on point!

aka i think remus would have long hair and sirius would have the shorter hair. my reasoning behind this is because if sirius has long hair as man (ignoring any gender hcs), therefore breaking gender norms, wouldn’t it make sense that a fem sirius would do the same with short hair?

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

The cure t state of this fandom (*cough cough, post atyd) makes me sad and this fandom mainly doesnt vring me joy anymore (except for ur blog) now the only thing that makes me stay or interact is regulus being a loser truthers, Sirius black in general (canon nor fanon) and my newest obsession: Fem! Marauders (like whole genderbend of everyone!!!) Do u have any hcs?? My personal faves are short haired Sirius, crazy long hair remus, fem jock James (like playing sports in mini skirts and stuff), peter in cute floral cardigans that she crocheted, transfem regulus (who's sirius's loser little sister) maxi skirt goth sev and sm more!!!! Uf love to hear your ideas ♡

HELP yes yes yes anon ily these are ? so cute ? i love this sm !!! dream ask. um the before is all very very true too like FUCK FANON & loser regulus is the only regulus

fem sirius my bbygirl i LOVE HER !!!! yes yes yes but (much like male sirius) i hc her to have super long hair (hip length) till like she runs away and is at james' place where she gets a buzzcut (mommy issues) and like yes. she keeps it super cropped and CLOTHES !!! she has all clothes . she will show up to get coffee with you in a floor length gown. "i had it lying around :/". babe how do simply you have that lying around. but like grr i do love her in formal wear, not a lot of revealing clothing but like very hot yk. im thinking lots of purples. dark dark purples that almost look like black. also im getting a strong vivienne westwood vibe. oh and jewellery !!! silver girly (obv). statement rings !!!!! she's also very pierced like full ears lip eyebrow nose or septum idk naval maybe nipples when shes older . as for make up its like. dark lipstick w nothing else or dark eye make up w nothing else. i cant decide. 2492 tattoos.

REMUS !!! LUPIN !!! IS !!! WHIMSIGOTH !!! but not purples and blacks. greens and browns. brown leather shoes . long long skirts. she has a skirt collection. its insane. it would be a rare sight to see her in a pants. lots of layering, too !!! she runs cold and will wear 3 shirts and 3 skirts . they all look ugly but once she puts them on its gorgeous. ALSO JEWELLERY !!!!!!!!!!!! she has so much jewelry. accessories in general. she is knee deep in poverty and it because she has 4927 belts and bags and necklaces and rings and bracelets and earrings and body jewelry. not any piercings except her basic ear piercing, though. (shes scared of needles). ALSO HER W CRAZY LONG HAIR ?? yum. delicious. she has like curly hair (2b/2c) and its frizzy because she never takes care of it and its REALLY long like goes to her waist and to her knees when straightened and its like freaky. she doesnt like straightening her hair because she likes the crazy witch look. i love this. also she has moles. idk if male remus does but female remus lupin does and i know this because i kiss them every night before i go to bed.

fem jock james fem jock james fem jock james. shed bedazzle her quidditch jerseys (her mom would) (she can't sow) and wear tiny shorts for reasons that are Definitely Not Slutty. also !! she wears sarees . all the time. and you can see her abs and her BICEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and she has like short curly hair and wears big winged eyeliner and LOVES highlighter like she is SHINING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! nude lipsticks w brown lipliner and KOHL !!! and male james has this too but important to mention dimples!! oh and piercings. a few on her ears (her first non-lobe one was in solidarity with sirius since sirius was doing it at james' place and was scared, but after they fucked around a little james really wanted a few more !!!) and a nose piercing . maybe a naval piercing once she's out of hogwarts. and ACNE SCARS AHHHH JAMES POTTERS ACNE SCARS IM GAY . also she also dresses like a homeless man. as in shell come in one day with a cute pink saree and her make up done and the next day in clothes that look like they belong to hagrid (size wise) or a raccoon (aesthetic wise). and um she may have a lot of clothes but what youll find her in most often is sweatpants and a SLUTTY tank top. (and spiderman sandals)

peter is fluctuates between romantic goth and cottage core. what unites her? corsets. she wears corsets. she will wear them 24/7 if she could (remus reminds her to not wear them too long!). she loves dramatic sleeves and hair accessories. im thinking mid-backish but she she curls them often so they sit a bit below her shoulders. hair accessories shes a sucker for flowers, dried or fresh depending on the aesthetic. also !! flared jeans. made for her. flared jeans with embroidery and she has all her friends' initials or like a moon and antlers and a paw print yk for her girlss !! ALSO very good at make up. eye make up in particular. she taught sirius how to do her make up and before peter got into goth culture herself shed dress sirius up ("i am not your dress up doll!" "but youre pretty like one" "STOP TRYING TO WOO ME!!!!"). fake freckles because hers fade in the winter. bangs era never faded.

LOSER REGULUS YUMMY. copied every single outfit sirius wore for like YEARS till sirius screamed and cried and hit her. parents thought her want to wear feminine clothing was because she wanted to be like her sister. shes also very formal but, like, less slutty form fitting clothes + no piercings. make up is always immaculate. still steals sirius' clothes but is more subtle about it. screams when there is one (1) possibility that she may get a stain on her. hair is almost always up in a lose bun w some face framing. mascara blindness lowkey.

you raise me goth severus i raise you specifically 1920s inspired goth severus. pin straight hair that falls over her shoulders (does not grow further no matter what she does) (though honestly she hasnt done much). wears only black (shes dedicated). flapper dresses but to her ankles. flats or t-shaped heels. is naturally pale and makes herself lighter with make up so her black black lipstick stands out. she has naturally thin lips so she tries overlining for a while (epic fail!!). her eye make up is never as intricate as she hopes but then she finds out the beauty of VIELS and wears one always. lace headpieces she spends hours on, learning from her mother or lily, and shes so fucking proud of them yk. very intricate beading on her dresses!!! she does half them herself, she guys her dresses matt and makes cool designs on them (or at least she plans to, most of them ending up resembling lilies). long gloves !!! her hands are fucked from her potion work and writing and she adores long gloves.

i love these sm please 29484 more fun asks

[callmeyourspecialinterest]

Not sure if someone has already said this but… Rene Rapp (aka the love of my life) is a Lily Evans variant

[ohodie]

i wanna draw a female marauders comic bud i have no ideas. my life is hell 😁

[plotandburn]

The Exchange of Snapes

Rules:

No reader-inserts, self-inserts or unhappy endings are allowed.

spanking, watersports, extremely underage ships or parent/child incest are only allowed if portrayed on a negative light.

Peter Petigrew and Dolores Umbridge must be bashed in both universes.

Dumbledore must be gay and atracted to Grindewalt and Grindewalt alone in both universes.

poor grammar is not allowed (you don't need a beta but at least use grammarly some form of grammar corrector)

You are not allowed to bash Severus Snape, Sirius Black,Draco Malfoy or Remus Lupin

8. In both universes,Hagrid can only be paired with Madame Maxine.

9. In both universes, Mad Eye Moody can't be paired with anyone

10. In both universes,Minerva Mcgonagal can only be paired with Poppy Pomfrey, Amelia Bones or anyone on the staff that she never taugh herself.

11. In Both Universes,Crabbe and Goyle can only be paired with Daphne Greengrass, Astoria Greengrass, Milicent Bulstrode, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbot, each other or an Oc.

12. This fict must feature a Happy ending.

ok so...the idea here is that due to some magical artefact, potions acciddent or any other explanation that the writer can come up with, Severus Snape Swaps places with a female version of him and they both end up becoming the romantic interests of the marauders (sans the rat) of each others universes, being faced with a though decision: go back or stay.

Characters races must remain canon in both universes and the genderbender counterparts can't under any ciscunstances have the same name as their canon selves.

Also:

Male Bullying

When it comes to bullying behavior, males tend to choose more physically aggressive methods than females.Those with a tendency toward bullying will attack other people when they show weakness.

Some male bullies even assemble a group of followers that are looking for acceptance. These followers will often do or say anything just to maintain their position within the group.

Likewise, these bullies usually enjoy the status a fight brings them. Consequently, they may indulge in menacing behavior and typically are more direct when bullying others.

Research also shows that males will bully both girls and boys. They also tend to be more open about their bullying behavior, which makes it much easier for parents and educators to spot.

This does not mean that boys do not engage in more subtle bullying, such as relational aggression.5 Most people do not associate manipulation, cliques, rumors, and ostracizing with boys. But it happens quite frequently. In fact, a boy's social status at school does not happen by chance.

A great deal of male bullying is influenced by the "boy code." Males are conditioned by society to adopt a set of rules and behaviors that define what it means to be a boy.

Society unfairly expects males (or anyone presenting as male) to be independent, macho, athletic, powerful, and dominant. Being anything other than what society expects could make a child a target for bullying by kids who expect these characteristics.

Bullying also tends to end more quickly among males than it does with females. Males are more likely to bully and be bullied than girls; and they are more accepting of bullying behavior than females.1 So, a male might still be friends or be in a relationship with someone even if they bully them or other people.

 Common Ways Teens Experience Peer Pressure

Female Bullying

Females tend to bully other people indirectly or by using relational aggression.This type of bullying usually includes verbal assaults, ostracizing, spreading rumors, and gossiping—the epitome of mean behavior. Moreover, people that engage in relational aggression disguise their bullying and act in more passive-aggressive ways, which makes this type of bullying more difficult to spot.

Like males, females also form groups around a leader. But in these groups, especially cliques, people are in constant competition with one another.7 As a result, the people in this group never truly trust one another within the clique.

For instance, the leader in the clique is often worried that at any moment they will lose their power to another member of the group that seems more worthy than they are. If this happens, the clique will form around the new leader.

Females also experience sexual bullying more than males. For example, they might experience rumors about sexual activity regardless of the validity of the claims. And they are more likely to be on the receiving end of sexual messages or harassment.

Most female bullies do not act alone. Instead, they tend to have accomplices or followers who support their behavior. Additionally, they will rally around the primary bully in order to gain more social standing in the group. They will give in to peer pressure and bullying even when they know it’s wrong. (Verywell family)

Thus, some changes will have to be made. i'd recomend watching Mean Girls, Gossip Girl, Heathers, etc for a better notion of female bullying before writing the fict.

[fresitasmoribund]

Between His Lens, Between Your Legs

-`♡´- pairing: Poly!Wolfstar x Fem!Reader

-`♡´- summary: You’ve never done a photoshoot in lingerie before, much less with another model. Luckily, Sirius and Remus make you feel more than comfortable.

-`♡´- contains: model!sirius, model!reader, photographer!remus, established wolfstar, modern au, praise, smut (oral, fem receiving), soft dom remus you have my heart

-`♡´- masterlist

-`♡´- word count: 2.8k

-`♡´- a.n: the smut is mostly at the end. part two to this fic kinda

You step out into the bedroom, your see-through babydoll dress swishing softly around your thighs. The silk stockings and garters you wore beneath it added to the playfulness and elegance of the shoot. For a moment, you hesitate – your breath catching as you meet Sirius' gaze.

Sirius' lips slowly curve as he takes you in. “Aren’t you a vision?”

Remus nearly drops his camera when he looks up to take a proper look at you. He clears his throat, quickly glancing down and feigning adjustment of his settings before taking another brief glance at you and offering a tight, polite smile.

“You look incredible.” His praise settles something inside you, steadying your nerves for only a moment.

 Sirius leans forward and tilts his head, surveying his boyfriend’s reaction – a quiet exchange dancing between them. A muscle in Remus’ eyebrow twitches, causing Sirius’ nose to scrunch in a teasing, amused way – as though holding back a smirk. With an almost imperceptible sharp look, Remus shuts down whatever Sirius was seconds from teasing him about.

"Let's start, then." Sirius preens, passing you with a wink.

Sirius was seated on the edge of the bed, scrolling lazily on his phone as he waited for Remus’ direction. You move behind him, your hands stretching to rest on his shoulders. His reaction is instant – with his face lighting up as he glances up at you over his shoulder. He sets the phone aside to reach up and lightly grab your hands.

“Stay just like that,” Remus instructs as your fingers curl over Sirius’ shoulders. The camera clicks, capturing Sirius’ easy charm and the way you hope your posture exudes a sensual allure. You shift – initially not meaning to – letting your hands smooth over the expensive cotton covering his chest. Sirius follows your lead effortlessly, turning his head just enough to make the moment feel more natural.

“Perfect,” Remus murmurs, stepping to the side to adjust his angle. “Keep going.”

The simple command to "keep going” had lead to even more provocative poses. You lay horizontally across the bed, propping yourself up on one elbow, your other hand resting delicately on the bedspread. One leg crossed over the other, the line of your garter and stockings perfectly accentuated.

Sirius kneels behind you, his weight balanced casually as he watches you settle into the pose. You can feel the warmth of his presence without needing to look back, and your mind goes fuzzy again. The anxiety from earlier begins to creep back in, taking you out of the confidence that you were finally picking up on.

The sudden knitting of your brows causes Remus to pause and lower his camera. He takes a half-step forward, preparing to ask if you need a break. But you take the initiative, grabbing Sirius’ tie and pulling him closer. He blinks, his hands instinctively coming to rest on your hip to steady himself. All you can think about is the warmth from the contact – the warmth of his hand twitching against your skin involuntarily.

“Sorry,” he mutters reflexively, though the apology softens by a grin when he sees the mischievous glint in your eyes. His voice threads with approval as he purrs, “Look at you.”

The corners of your lips twitch. “You said to commit – so I am.”

His grin softens, veering into something more genuine.

“That I did.” His gaze dips to where your fingers still grip his tie, and his voice drops to a whisper. “You’re doing well.”

After a few clicks and flashes from the camera, Remus clears his throat softly.

“That’s beautiful,” he says. “But less chatter, more action.”

Sirius barely glances at Remus, his focus locked entirely on you. “You heard the man.”

You roll onto your stomach, bringing Sirius down with you. After the hours of working with each other, you’re at that point where what would’ve been mortifying is now… comfortable. At least, as comfortable as posing in your underwear for a camera can be. His forehead presses onto the side of your head, his breath warm against your cheek when you arch into him. He moves his hips back before you can truly feel him, and you quickly push down your disappointment. You try to hold the pose as the camera flashes furiously, but every inch of your body felt alive with tension. Sirius was so close, yet clearly afraid to press too hard.

“Closer,” Remus commands, the instruction soft but firm and traveling straight down your spine. “Let it be real.”

Sirius hesitates for what seems to be the first time as he gingerly shifts forward. The air in the room grows thick when you feel his hardness pressing against you. It’s a natural reaction, you tell yourself. Just like mine is.  You were prepared for this – your agent and the countless articles on photoshoots like these had told you so. You just weren’t prepared for the reality of the persistent ache between your thighs, and his very real erection. Remus hums in approval, and you’re not sure if he’s unaware or purposefully fueling the fire between you and the body above yours. For your own sanity – you hope he’s unaware.

“Exactly like that,” Remus adds, his tone somehow grounding you while making your pulse race even faster.

The rhythmic hum of his camera fills the air, punctuated by the occasional beep. The sound echoes inside your mind, blending into the rapid beating of your heart and the warmth spreading across your chest. You’re not even sure when you rolled onto your back – but you were aware of how this looked. Sirius leaning over you, his hand grazing your waist as you stretch beneath him.

Your arm rests on his shoulder, and your leg bends, brushing against his hip. His weight is carefully distributed, making sure not to push any boundaries you are disappointed in the existence of. Sirius tilts his head, his dark hair falling into his face – and for a moment – it is impossible to tell whether it is part of the pose or something entirely unscripted. His hand slides an inch higher on your waist, rucking up your sheer garments under his fingers. He moves his hand as to not touch your skin, his thumb brushing a lazy circle through the delicate fabric.

“This okay?” he asks quietly, and you can hear the apologetic note in it that made your chest tighten.

You nod almost immediately as you meet his gaze, your breath hitching. “Yeah. It’s fine.”

His lips curve into a small, almost shy smile that was as uncharacteristic as it was sweet.

“Good. Tell me when…” But his voice trails off. You know what he means; you don’t want him to stop.

“Alright,” Remus’ voice cuts through the charged silence, and there was the faintest edge of amusement there. “If you’re going to continue looking at each other like that, you might as well stop pretending it’s for the camera.”

Sirius freezes, his gaze flicking toward Remus, though his hand doesn’t move from your waist. You are just as still – heat flooding to your cheeks as you attempt to process what had just been said.

“Excuse me?” Sirius says after a beat, his usual quick wit faltering.

“You heard me,” Remus replies, stepping out from behind the camera. His movements are smooth and unhurried, and the calm in his voice was somehow more disarming than if he’d made a joke. “Go on. You’re already halfway there. Might as well finish what you’ve started.”

The words hang in the air, but nobody moves. Sirius opens his mouth as if to respond. But then his attention is brough back to you. His expression is unreadable, and you trust that yours is too.

“Be honest with me,” he whispers, removing his hand from your waist to give you room to flee. “Because I don’t want to stop unless you do.”

You’re stunned into silence as you search his face for any sign of doubt or humor. But there is none – just a quiet patience that makes you feel safe, even as your nerves web with the undeniable pull of desire. Slowly – tentatively – you lean forward, your lips brushing against his. Sirius tilts his head, deepening the connection and igniting a spark in your chest. Warmth travels through your entire body, his hand going back to squeeze your waist. Your head dips back onto the mattress as your tongue moves against his.

“That’s good,” Remus murmurs. The approval in his tone makes you shudder, and you pull back just enough to glance at him.

His gaze softens – not just on Sirius but on you – and before you can process it, he moves toward the bed. He kneels beside you, his fingers brushing along your cheek.

“You’re captivating,” he said with a faint smile. “The way you move together—it’s mesmerizing.”

Your lips – already wet from Sirius’ kiss – part as he leans in to bridge the gap. It’s feather-light at first until your lips move against his. In response, he presses closer – though still contrasting with Sirius’ heated energy. Remus’ kiss is a steady, powerful pull that reaches further than your lips. Sirius’ thumb continues to trace small circles at your waist against the rising tension.

“Absolutely breathtaking,” he said, his eyes flicking between you and Remus.

When Remus finally pulls back, his lips hover close to yours. His expression was awash with a reverent wonder that makes your pulse skip.

His hand cups your cheek gently as he whispers, “Does this feel right to you?”

Swallowing, you nod, words barely finding their way past your lips. “It does.”

At your affirmation, Remus smiles and turns his head toward Sirius. The two of them exchange a look that speaks volumes – more than words can convey – before Sirius eases back onto his heels.

“Alright, lovebirds,” he teases lightly. “Move over, yeah?”

You laugh softly, nerves and excitement blending into a flutter in your chest. Sirius shifts back on the bed, bringing you closer as his hands plant firmly on either side of your thighs.

“Raise up a bit for us, gorgeous.”

You push yourself up on your elbows as his words dip low enough to have you exhaling shakily. The weight of their attention settles over you as Remus moves onto the bed more fully. His hand rests lightly on Sirius’ shoulder before he places it over yours.

“Look at you,” Sirius admires, his eyes raking over you. “Utterly stunning.”

Remus’ hand slides down your arm, his thumb grazing over your wrist as he adds, “And so patient with us, too. You’re lovely.”

Your heart races, your mind now gone to mush from arousal. But a part of you still hesitated.

“You’re both okay with this?” you ask, your voice barely above a breath. “I don’t want to ruin anything…”

“You’re not—” Remus’ thumb stills its movement as he briefly looks to Sirius. “We want this – if you do.”

Sirius gave a small, almost nervous smile, his voice unusually tender.

“We’re in the same boat here – this is uncharted for us, too. We’re… figuring it out as we go. But we’re here with you. If you want to stop, just let us know.”

Their reassurances melt the last bit of doubt you’ve been holding onto. You’re unsure of how to respond without sounding too desperate. Sirius brushes his thumb along the curve of your knee as the cogs whir in your mind.

“I’m here,” you finally say, attempting to meet both of their gazes. “For this. I mean… yes.”

Sirius’ grin widens, his hands sliding along your thighs, stopping just short of the undergarments that barely covered you. Remus shifts closer, his hand steadying your back as he whispers against your ear.

“Let us take care of you.”

The weight of their attention – their words, their touch – it is almost too much, yet not enough. Your chest rises and falls quickly, your body caught between nervous anticipation and desperate want.

The fabric of the babydoll dress feels weightless against your skin, but under their gaze, it might as well have been nothing at all. Sirius’ hands skim along your thighs, his fingers curling around the hem where the gauzy fabric met bare flesh. He wets his lips – betraying his worry – his eyes flicking up to meet yours.

“Please,” you urge him.

The moment stretches until Sirius moves, lifting the hem higher. The cool air ghosts over your skin as the thin garment slides up and over your head, leaving you in little more than lace and silk. His hands hover just shy of your hips, his restraint is evident.

Remus brushes the back of his knuckles along your jawline, tilting your face so your eyes meet his. He leans down, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear. “So beautiful.”

A tremble runs through you as Sirius lowers himself onto the bed. His eyes are calculating and somehow still wild, his fingertips tracing an idle path down to the curve of your thigh. “Still with me, Moony?”

“Always,” Remus replies. His hand slides to your cheek, thumb brushing over the apple of it as he guides your attention back to him. The corner of Remus’ mouth quirks up when he notices your needy expression. “Go on, Padfoot.”

Sirius lets out a breathy laugh, his grin holding all its usual mischief. “You’re really enjoying yourself up there, aren’t you?”

Remus chuckles but doesn’t take to the bait, his focus staying on you.

“She deserves to feel worshipped,” he says simply, his fingers continuing their gentle path along your cheek and jaw. “And you need to stop talking and start showing her.”

The words have you squirming just as Sirius lowers himself further, anticipation curling in your stomach. He kisses the inside of your knee first, the softness of his lips igniting a spark that travels up your leg. His hands splay over your thighs as he presses a trail of slow kisses higher. Remus’ voice stayed low in your ear, his words the soothing counterpoint to the fire Sirius was stoking.

“You’re doing so well.” His lips brush the shell of your ear.

Your breathing hitches as Sirius’ mouth finds the sensitive skin just above the edge of your lace underwear. His hands slide down your thighs, steadying himself as he presses his lips just above the waistband. His eyes flick up to you when you whimper – dark and full of intent – before he glances at Remus.

“Like this?” Sirius asks almost playfully.

Remus’ hand slides down to your shoulder, squeezing gently. “Perfect.”

Sirius’ lips continue their descent, his hands anchoring you in place as he draws closer to the dampened spot on the smooth silk of your underwear. You shiver when his breath hits your arousal and finally let out a moan when he slowly licks a stripe over the fabric.

“Does this feel good?" You ignore the teasing lilt in his voice as he asks you this.

You nod, a breathy “Yes” escaping before you can second-guess yourself.

Sirius chuckles under his breath before lowering his head again, lapping and tasting you through your garment. His hands slide under your thighs, lifting them slightly to give himself better access. The intimacy of his touch sends a wave of heat through your body, and you can’t help the soft sounds that tumble from your lips.

You can’t find the concern to care that this isn’t even your lingerie that you’re wearing – they were only for the shoot. But Sirius’ tongue is so hot, and the fabric is so delicate that you’re starting to get dizzy. Remus whispers praise in your ear as Sirius continues his ministrations, Remus’s thumb brushing along the corner of your mouth.

Sirius raises his head from between your thighs to briefly fumble with pulling your underwear to the side. You weren’t prepared, and the barest hint of air against your folds has you whining. He doesn’t waste another second, gliding his tongue along your slit. You hadn’t even noticed that Remus had pulled your hair back to press his lips and draw softly at your neck. Your eyes flutter closed, consumed by the sensations. When you moan again, you’re met with the vibrations of an open-mouthed hum against your heat.

Sirius’ lips finally wrap around your clit, sucking gently, and it’s completely overwhelming. Your breaths come out in quick pants at the heat and deliberateness of his mouth, each movement precise yet filled with a hunger that’s impossible to ignore. Your hips rise to meet his mouth when he pulls away for only a second. Remus catches the movement, his hand slipping to your back to support you, still guiding his lips against your skin. You’re not even sure how you’re still sitting up.

After a few seconds of bliss, Sirius raises his head again, causing you to groan and Remus to chuckle.

“We aren’t keeping you from another shoot, are we, darling?” he asks, the roguish curve of his lips glossy with his spit and your arousal.

“No,” you respond, shaking your head after finally catching your breath. “No, you’re not.”

[singmyaubade]

cindy lou who

James Potter x Slytherin!Female!Reader

summary: you and lily have been polar opposites from birth, disconnected in everything. but when the one thing she has crosses the bounds, you can't avoid it even if it destroys you.

chapter 1: i know you?

chapter 2: i suppose..

chapter 3: okay, it's quite fun.

chapter 4: fuck you

chapter 5: tis' the season

chapter 6: maybe it's worth it

chapter 7: screw it all up again

chapter 8: you & i

chapter 9: my love

warning: eventual smut! 18+, heavy angst, cursing, jealousy

"red and green everywhere but i'm so blue.."

* a christmas special *

[ijustbewriting]

A man who yearns is a man who earns

Wolfstar X fem!reader

Summary - In which Remus and Sirius quietly ( not really) yearn for the reader

Warnings : none, (delusional Sirius), shy reader I guess

A//N My first Wolfstar fic !

Word count: 1.2k

“ I want her so bad” Sirius groans softly watching as you laugh along with Lily and Marlene. Remus who had been reading had promptly stopped as he had watched his boyfriend look at the girl who they had both been crushing on as of late. You were in the same year as them, a beautiful and smart Ravenclaw who just so happened to waltz in the boys life and change them forever.

“If you keep starting at her she’ll think you’re a creep” Remus tells his boyfriend

“She’ll think about me !” Sirius gasps, Remus shakes his head at his gasp

“ You really need to stop”

“Why won’t she look at us “ Whines Sirius sitting next down next to Remus who was quick to wrap his arm around his waist and pull him closer.

“Don’t know love” He plants a kiss on his neck making Sirius shiver.

“Do you think she even knows our names” The young Gryffindor pouts.

In all honesty Y/N did know Remus and Sirius, how could she not? The famous group, the marauders. Known for pulling pranks and bringing fun to Hogwarts, it was hard to miss such a group.

Remus and Sirius especially, god were they gorgeous. Remus with his beautiful brown eyes that seemed to be lit by the sun itself, his curly hair that was always curled to perfection, his old soul which was so kind and oh Merlin’s beard was he so smart. The few classes she had with him where she would hear him answer the professors question’s correctly and even sometimes add even more information made her Ravenclaw heart swoon.

Sirius Black, oh Sirius Black. He captivated everyone’s heart. His unique grey eyes and long hair, and that smile. That Sirius Black smile. Charming is what he is, suave with his words having anyone flustered and blushing when Sirius would flirt with them. Everyone wanted him or wanted to be him. But only Remus Lupin was lucky enough to have a slice of whatever Sirius was offering but god did he want top give a piece to you.

You the beautiful creature who captured their hearts when Lily walked into the common room that fateful day. You both were working on a project for Potions. Both of them were awestruck by you. Swearing they had never seen someone as beautiful as you. They knew then and there that they wanted you, the question was how?

It seemed like any time that they wanted to see you, you were scurrying away, off to the library, your dorm or somewhere else where they could not reach you.

One time when Sirius was walking with James after heading back from quidditch practice. Then a sudden figure zoomed right past them, it was you. Sirius blinked and he turned to look at you as you left, he wanted to say something but by gods were you quick. As you turned the corner and disappearing from his sight he promptly fell to his knees.

“Come back my love PLE-“

As you had turned the corner, you stopped swearing that you had heard something

“Must of been the wind” you muttered to yourself.

It was not in fact the wind but none other than Sirius Black dramatically on his knees clutching his chest, the other hand reaching out for you.

“Mate get up this is embarrassing” James muttered

Truth is- you’re painfully shy. Having a crush on Remus Lupin and Sirius Black the it couple right next to Lily and James was painful, for so many reasons. One being the most obvious, they’re both together and you were no home wrecker. Two you could not imagine even being friends with them. They were so different from you, in a good way.

While you were more quiet and reserved, staying in your dorm to read and study. You enjoyed your me time more than anything. Parties at Hogwarts were something you rarely attended, given the fact that you didn’t drink or dance. The few times you did go was because a friend’s or Lily had dragged you. You would see both boys at these parties and they were the life of the party there was no way they would look over at you and want you, at least that’s what you’ve told yourself thus far.

It was far from the truth. Remus and Sirius both yearned for you silently or at least remus did, Sirisu was alwasy loud about those he cared about.

But enough was enough, both of them decided that they were going to get your attention one way or another.

As you exited you class, you sighed as you slinged your bag on your shoulder, the bag was heavy a reminder of all the homework you had to do.

"Ok I finish reading chapters one through twenty and then I can start my essay and give my self enough time-" you muttered to yourself but promptly stopped as your eyes landed on two figures. Remus and Sirius. Quickly and without blinking you turned your heel and began to walk the other way.

"No wait- hold on love" you heard Sirius voice as he catched up to you, now this is the one time you cursed Sirius and Remus's great hieght becasue with a couple of strides they had already caught up to you.

"Dove please" Remus said almost pleadingly. The nickname made you stop walking. The boys both next to you.

"Merlin's beard, your worse than a snitch, I don't even think James would be able to catch you" Sirius huffed in light laughter, Remus smiled soflty.

"We've been looking for you " said Remus

"You have?" you responed in a quiet voice

"yes love, for what feels like an eternity-"

"two months" Remus corrected

"felt like forver to me" huffed Sirius his lips almost pouting

"what for?" you ask

"well we wanted to ask you something actually" Remus started

"We want you so bad" blurted Sirius, now that made you completely freeze up.

"Sirius we said we were going slow" hissed Remus, swatting his partner gently on the shoulder.

"I can't- this will not be a slow burn love, I will not allow it" He shakes his head before grabbing your hand.

"Love, please we've been going crazy without you, you drive us insane and we want you in all ways possible, please let us treat you right, we won't ever hurt you and your days will be filled with love and passion-"Sirius's love declaration was cut of by his boyfriend.

"Pads you're scaring her" He says as he had been wacthing your reaction and it was all wide eyed and he wore you had stopped breathing for a moment. Sirius quickly shut up, the quickest Remus had ever seen him. After a moment of silence you finally spoke.

"You want me- you both want me ?" you sputtered finally breathing again

"Most ardently" Remus answered. You look between both boys, whom you've had been crushing onf for so long, who you had never ever in your life believed that they would ever look at you in that way but here they were. Sirius basically on his knees begging you to talk and Remus with his beautiful eyes asking, no pleading for a positive response. You drew in a deep breathe before answering.

"I want you guys too" You confess

"Praise Merlin and David Bowie she said yes Remus!" exclaimed Sirius.

"Yes I heard her love thank you" chuckled Remus who was now looking you fondly. Sirius who was still holding your hand gave it a small squeeze.

"Did you hear how Remus pulled a Mr. Darcy on you "

[ohwowimlonley]

your abt to tell me sirius hasn’t used sex pollen in his tea.. i mean i see him as a total tea addict and the thought of him doing it without you knowing is just🥴🥴

Look i dont know who has been poisoning your mind and telling u that wont happen, but i am here to make corrections.

Lets get this straight, Sirius doses himself ‘accidentally’ all the time, just to pin you down and lament that he “can’t help it, dovie,” and “you’re like it, i know you do, fuuck you’re squeezin’ so tight,”. It’s kind of liberating for him, actually, to not have to think about what he’s doing, but to just do it. Plus, there’s the added bonus that the effects of the pollen can last for hours, which means he gets to have you nonstop for so long without having to take a break.

So, one day maybe he decides to try it on you. Not much, mind you, because you’d never felt the effects before, and he had no idea how much it would do to you. He’d make tea for the both of you, with his untainted (just for the first time, he needed to make sure you’re okay), and watch as you drain every last drop.

Fifteen minutes later and you’re completely incoherent, grinding relentlessly against his denim-clad thigh and babbling something along the lines of ‘please’ and ‘needit’. You grow frustrated very quickly with the button to his jeans, resorting to just tugging on the waistband as you make yourself cum on his leg for the second time in as many minutes.

Sirius would eventually take pity on you and pull his cock out of his jeans and present it to you. You grin so widely Sirius is sure you’re going to split your lip, but you don’t pay him any mindas you shove your pyjama shorts to the side and sink down onto him. The second your hips meet, your pussy convulses around him creating a ring of creamy release around the base of his cock.

“Fuckin’ hell, sweetness, you’re even tighter than you always are,” his calloused fingers dig into your plush hips and anchoring you to his body. You struggle against his hold, adamant to start grinding against him, trying desperately to get the friction you need, causing Sirius to hiss at the stimulation, “Jesus, just slow down a little, honey, I don’t wanna cum just yet,”

That did nothing to dissuade you. In reality, the second he mentioned him cumming, you let out a very uncharacteristic growl as you push him flat to the worn sofa cushions and raising and dropping your hips with a desperation he’d never seen from you before.

[hyperfocuscentre]

sapphic wolfstar and sapphic jily are the angels that combat all my demons 🫶🫶🫶🫶

[anonyymouslyyours]

HMO: James giving different house! fem! reader a prize (eating her out) after she passes her potions test or won a quidditch game against slytherin (either ravenclaw or hufflepuff works)😋😋😋

okiii kept it a bit short and sweet sorry love +18

james hadn’t given you more then 2 seconds to process your victory against slytherin, before he’s dragging you from the pitch by your hand, and pulling you under the stands.

“james-“ you gasp, as lowers down to his knees.

“we should really- i mean my team-“ you stutter. but he’s already helping you shrug off your ravenclaw robes. his hands are planted firmly on your thighs.

“you can celebrate after, right now i want to reward you baby. c’mon, i know she wants it.” he mumbles, half talking to your pussy as he prays your thighs apart.

your head leans back against the wooden pillar he’s holding you against, mouth parting with a shaky moan.

you can hear the cheers of your team from the pitch, but nothing compares to the rush your feeling. the heat spreading across your body as james pulls your panties aside.

“aww baby. you said you didn’t want it but your so worked up. all this?” he hums, running a finger through your folds.

you can’t help the whimper that slips past your tongue.

“james-“ you gasp.

“shhh. i’m taking care of you.” he says, pressing your legs apart, as his tongue runs a stripe along your pussy.

indeed, he took care of you.

[hoaxriot]

annual christmas parties… and punches! ✸ regulus black

summary. you bring regulus to your familes christmas party. hugs are given. songs are sung. punches are thrown. kisses are shared.

pairings. regulus black x potter!reader

Regulus Black knew of parties, of course, his family had thrown a lot of them but this was different. The boy sat in the living room watching you as you stood in the hallway talking with a family member, everyone was getting along, everyone seemed comfortable. Sirius was even comfortable enough to be snuggled on the couch with Remus as they talked to the Potters family.

Regulus Black had never felt so out of place.

You noticed when you looked over your aunts shoulder, his fingers gripped onto his drink. Him constantly looking around, Marlene had left him apparently. You excused yourself from you aunt and made your way back to him.

You smiled as you approached him, “Hi, my love,” Your voice was quiet as you sat beside him. He smiled back, “Hi,” his voice was quiet but sad, causing you to frown. You so badly wanted to reach out and grab his hand but now his brother and Remus were approaching so you brought your hand back to your lap.

“Hey, little brother.”

Regulus head snapped up, he was still getting used to being close with his brother, “We’re going outside to… yeah.” He stopped to say smoke but your family was behind him, Sirius was hinting for him to join so you nudged him before you stood up.

“Bring spray, mom will kill you if you bring that smell in.” You said patting his shoulder as you walked away, Regulus stuttered as Sirius pulled him up. You looked over your shoulder to see that Regulus was giving you pleading eyes.

“Sweetheart, your mom needs help with the food,” your father said as he passed you. You smiled walking to the kitchen. When you entered she was looking out of the small kitchen window, she was smiling causing you to look.

Regulus was laughing with the boys causing you to smile too, “You love him, hm?” Euphemia said from beside you making you snap your head to her, she was looking at you with her knowing look.

“Wh-wh—“ you choked on your words as she tilted her head, “Yeah, I think I do.” You whispered as she cooed bringing you into a hug, you groaned as you fell onto her chest with a smile.

She pulled you away with a smile looking out the window before at her daughter again, “I’m glad because you’re happy but also because you’re showing him true love.” She spoke grabbing your face, you smiled.

“Now c’mon, help me with— oh my god, James!” She cut herself off with a yell causing you to jump, you followed her eyesight out of the window again but James stood in front of Regulus with his fist clenched as Regulus held his face, as everyone inside and outside started at them in shock, Regulus punched James.

That sent you out of shock as you ran outside, pushing James as he stepped towards your boyfriend again. “Stop,” you yelled as Sirius walked past you to his brother. James glared at you pushing your hands off of his chest.

��Merlin, sunny. Him?” His voice was full of disgust as your parents walked out of the house, “James!” Fleamont gritted out as he approached his kids, you stepped back with tears in your eyes. “Whatever it is, you couldn’t have waited until everyone left?” Your father stepped in front of James as your your mother grabbed your arm.

James shook his father’s hands off, “Whatever it is, she is dating him, dad.” Your brother pointed at Regulus, looking back at you. He shook his head in shame making the tears fall.

“Okay, chill out, Prongs.” Sirius stated, James scoffed.

“Chill out? You have no problem with this?”

Euphemia snapped her head to look at Sirius, “do not answer that.” She scolded , Looking at her husband, “Deal with him.” Looking at James, you hated the feeling as you walked into your home and your family staring at you. You heard the yelling outside as your mom brought you into the kitchen.

“You didn’t tell him?” She spoke softly, bringing her chair closer to soothe you.

You breathed out, “I never knew how, I wanted to, I did. But he has no right to act like that towards him.” You said, your mother could feel your emotions flowing through you but mostly anger.

“Sweetie, I know, he does not but please take a deep breath in,” she said waiting for you too, once you did she smiled. “Now out.”

The kitchen door opened, “Oh, darling.” You mother cooed, you looked up seeing Regulus with Sirius standing beside him, Remus stood awkwardly behind them. Euphemia left your side to care for Regulus who avoided eye contact with you, you watched his every movement as Remus took your mother’s seat. You flinched when Regulus would wince, Remus grabbed onto your hand.

The door opened once again but you didn’t look, “sweetheart,” you fathers voice caught everyone attention. “Go talk to your brother.” He said, you gave him a look.

He gave you a look, everyone in the kitchen knew you and your father could talk through looks for hours, Sirius was freaked for the first time when he witnessed it.

He cleared his throat, “enough with that, sunny. Go.” His voice was stern, you rolled your eyes but stood up. Fleamont smiled as you walked passed him, he made sure to listen for the back door before he sat down.

You shut the door behind you looking at your brothers back, he knew it was you, he always did but this time he didn’t turn around.

“I really don’t wanna talk to you,” he said without looking at you, you bit your lip.

“Jamie, I’m sorry.”

“It doesn’t mean anything, please just go.”

Your eyes filled with tears, he had never once told you to go. Yeah, you two had fought— sometimes literally, never had he been like this and it made you feel horrible. You opened the door, one of your cousins called your name, you put on your best smile as you approached them, luckily no one asked about what happened for the rest of the day. You were grateful but now as everyone left, you looked for Regulus and he was nowhere to be seen.

“Mom, have you seen Regulus?” You asked as she sat beside you, she shook her head. You frowned looking at James who was back to smiling and laughing with his friends. You mother watched, she hated when her kids argued but this was the worst she’s ever seen it and she’s seen a lot.

You and your mother watched as Sirius and James did horrible karaoke to Christmas songs, you grimaced as they made everyone join. You snuck out of the room as they began to sing, horribly at that. Seeing Regulus through the windows, sitting outside in a small jacket as he watched the snow.

He looked up as you opened the door with a shiver, you said nothing as you sat beside him. The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes before you spoke up.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur afraid if you spoke louder you would start to cry again. Regulus looked at you but regretted it when he met your teary eyes. “It’s not your fault,” he whispered. You smiled softly, “kind of is.”

He laughed under his breath, “Kind of is, but also mine.”

You laughed, “you’re not mad at me, are you?” You dared to ask, he looked at you again with a shocked look. “Why would I be mad at you? Your brother punched me.” He smiled but you frowned, he brought his hand to your face, it was freezing but you didn’t say anything.

“My love, I’m not mad at you. I’m hurt… I’m hurt because your brother doesn’t approve of us and I was terrified that if he didn’t that you would leave me.” He confessed blinking hardly, you stared at him.

“Love, I would never— is there something in your eye?” You asked looking at him oddly, he rubbed his eyes harshly. “Something like that.” He mumbled, you moved his hands from his face.

“Are you crying?”

Regulus let out a scoff wiping his face, “wha- no! I think snow fell in my eye.” He sputtered out, you laughed.

“You’re crying! Holy shit. You’re crying at the thought of me leaving you.” You wanted to laugh and cry at the thought of, Regulus tried to deny but ended up letting his head fall onto your chest as you wrapped your arms around him. “Yeah, I am.” He admitted though it came out muffled, you smiled kissing his hair.

The two of you sat with each other for a while until he said something, “Love, I can’t hear you.” You spoke as he brought his head up.

“I’m freezing, your skin is cold.”

You laughed as he sat up, “I’m cold because it’s snowing out and my freezing boyfriend is laying on me.” You said grabbing his hand to pull him up. He intertwined your fingers after he stood up, the two of you walked into the house hearing laughter upstairs.

Your parents saw the two of you, “Sweetheart,” You looked at your mother who jerked her head. “Go upstairs and warm up, I’ll be there in a second.” You said pecking Regulus’ lips letting go of his hands as you approached your parents. They both said nothing as they looked over your shoulder.

“What?” You laughed looking over your shoulder, your laughter faded away seeing James sulking on the couch. He had a drink in his hand but just stared at it, you bit the inside of your cheek. Turning around your parents looked at you, without saying anything they told you to talk him, again.

You turned around, James looked at you but quickly turned back— he actually turned his body away from you making you laugh as you sat beside him.

“Jamie, seriously I’m sorry but that’s unnecessary.” You said as he scoffed.

“It’s totally unnecessary when my sister has lied to me for months.”

You laughed again, “I didn’t lie, I just didn’t tell you—“

“So all those times I asked where you were and you said somewhere, you were there and not with him?”

You were quiet, you could tell James was actually upset and just covering it up with being dramatic like he always did.

“James, please just look at me.”

“I really don’t want to, you make me sick.”

“Fucking hell, James I swear just look at me and talk to me, I’m sorry! It hurt me to not tell you but look at how you reacted! I was terrified of that, I was terrified of how you looked at me today because I never want to lose you.” You cried causing James to turn around, his eyes filled with tears seeing his sister cry, it always happened.

“You’re never gonna lose me, sunny. I’m just hurt you couldn’t tell me.” He sighed, you frowned.

“It’s not all about me, Jamie. I love him,” you glared at your brother as he rolled his eyes. “I do, Jamie. Please, I’m not gonna do this with you.” You said with a sigh, sniffling James looked at your pleading eyes.

James Potter hated seeing his sister cry, every time you did he made her tell him why and if someone had made her cry. He would prank them for years or even punch them because they broke up with her, just anything he could do to because they made you cry.

Now he was them, he watched as tears continued to fall down your red cheeks. His heart broke thinking of you thinking you would lose him.

“Sunny,” he whispered wiping your falling tears, bringing you into a hug, you sighed softly.

“You’re not gonna lose me, sunny, never.” He said into your hair, you pulled away.

“Okay,” you nodded.” “But that’s not it.”

James licked his lips, “I know, I’m sorry for doing that and saying the things I did to him.”

“I don’t need that apology.” You said as he looked away, “James, you don’t have to love him but just- just please tolerate him.”

“Fine.”

You smiled kissing his cheek as you walked away, walking into your room seeing Regulus tucked underneath a pile of your blankets causing you to laugh. He peeked from them, he smiled as he pushed them to the side as you laid on top of him then bringing them to lay on top of the two of you.

Without a word, Regulus captured your lips onto his. You smiled into the kiss bringing your hands to his hair as his fell onto your hips, “I love you,” he muttered into the kiss.

[zvdvdlvr]

roommate!james potter who doesn’t really get why you don’t understand that he like likes you (me trying to understand characters & theirnpersonalities better) “Perv,” you giggle, shoving the comforter into James’s face. You shimmied on a shirt at least a size too big for you and pulled a pair of James’s Calvin Klein boxers over your black underwear.

“Nothing I haven’t seen the night before,” James muses, wrapping his arms around you as you tried your best to walk forward. “Dunno why you don’t walk around shirtless like me when it’s summer. You got great boobs and you’re actually physically hurting me but keeping them away.” During his rant, James’s hands had snuck up your shirt and groped your tits, fiddling with your nipple with his thumb.

“Because it’s weird! I’ts not like I’m your girlfriend or anything. We’re just roommates,” you shrugged, reaching up to grab Nutella from a cabinet, giving James the opportunity to run his hands down your hips.

“Really?”

You sighed. “Yes James. We’ve literally talked about this and how- how many pieces of toast do you want?-“ you asked mid-sentence.

“Two, lovie,” James answered, resting his chin on your head, watching your blurry movements without his glasses.

“Anyway, James you actually have to like like girls instead of wanted to have sex with them all the time to have a girlfriend,” you continued.

“I like like you. Thought you knew,” James replied, large hands going back up your shirt to rest on your boobs.

“Whatever, Jamie. Lets eat breakfast before you get all- all Jamie-like,” you said, bustling sround the small kitchen with the man curled into you like a parasite.

“Okay, lovie.”

[lqveharrington]

Golden Snitch | R.L.

summary: you convince remus to dress up together and everyone LOVES the costumes

pairing: remus lupin x fem!reader

includes: underage drinking, cursing, kissing, Sirius and reader behaving like siblings, overall fluff

a/n: poll is releasing tmr to vote for this or the draco one!

Although Remus wasn’t big on dressing up for Halloween, you absolutely adored it. Since your childhood, you always looked forward to the holiday and the tacky outfits from the spirit store down the street. Since Remus’ childhood, the holiday only reminded him that everyone found werewolves terrifying as death itself.

But you made sure to change all his horrid memories to good ones the second you met.

Over the years, you slowly coaxed Remus into dressing up and having fun on Halloween, especially when his best friends threw the Gryffindor party every year. When you began dating, the costumes you made him wear became couple costumes. Some of your favorites being Phantom of the Opera, Beauty and the Beast, and The Great Gatsby.

This year — your final year at Hogwarts — you wanted to wear something that would be talked about for years. You wanted something so spectacular that it would be remembered. Luckily, you had just the couples costume in mind.

“Remind me again, why do you need a quidditch uniform?” James threw a curious look to Remus who was currently reading Little Women, a book you made him read for entertainment purposes. “If you’re telling me you’re joining the quidditch team during your last year, I’ll go bloody mad.”

“I’m not.” Remus flicked the page and sipped on his tea beside him, glancing at James from the corner of his eye. “Just need to borrow one.”

Remus, James, and Sirius have gone through this dance about ten times. Each one ending in the talk of the latest play before James sobered up and asked about the uniform again. It was a never ending cycle of bickering.

Sirius threw a crumpled piece of plastic at Remus’ head as the painting opened up, earning a loud sigh from the boy himself. “Yeah, but why do you need to borrow one?”

“Don’t throw stuff at Remus, Black.” You huff and make your way over to the trio, flashing your loving boyfriend a smile as his hand made their way to your hip. “What did they do this time?”

“Why are you assuming we did something?”

“Yeah, we’re saints!” Sirius dropped down on the couch beside Remus, sending you an oh-so innocent smile.

You roll your eyes at him and flash him your favorite finger, “Says the devil himself.”

“Hey—!”

“They were asking why I needed a quidditch uniform.” Remus cut Sirius off before you two could argue for the nth time.

It was like you two were always fighting over him — which he had to admit — was funny to see unfold each time. Remus laced his other hand with yours and returned your attention back to him, thumb rubbing your pulse point.

“How’s your thing going?” He murmured when you sat beside him and rested your head on his shoulder, shifting his body to block Sirius from your sight.

You shrug, “Lily and I have been working on it. We’ll be done even before the holiday.”

“You two are so ominous, I don’t like it.” James shuddered, which earned a glare from you and an eye roll from Remus. “What? It’s obvious you two are planning something and not telling us.”

“Okay, well, I’m done with this conversation.” You sighed and pressed a quick kiss to Remus’ lips, looking like the love sick fool that you were. “I love you, and I’ll see you in a bit.”

You made quick steps up the girls’ dorm after Remus reciprocated the notion and left the three boys back to their dwelling.

“Why does she hate us and love you?” Sirius grumbled and popped a jelly bean into his mouth, grimacing at the flavor and spitting it out.

“Maybe because she’s dating him and not us?” James threw him an annoyed look.

Remus blocked out their bickering and went back to reading. He loved you and you loved him, and that’s all he needed to know. Besides, it was the boys who practically begged him to ask you out since first year. They knew he was smitten with you the second you both met on the train.

Eventually, James did lend Remus an unused quidditch uniform while you and Lily finished your costume for Halloween. The only thing left to do was perfect the actual look and win the couples contest.

“Hell, are you dressing up as one of our quidditch players for Halloween?” Sirius raised his brows in surprise as Remus shuffled out of the bathroom with said uniform on. “Which Gryffindor did you dress up as?”

“No one.” Remus replied in a bored manner and adjusted the leather gloves he had on. “I’m just a quidditch player.”

“Uh-huh. So you definitely didn’t dress as Prongs or I?”

“No.”

Sirius gave him an unimpressed look and shrugged on his vest for his Indiana Jones costume. “Whatever you say… Anyway, Prongs and the rest of them are already down there and I’m not waiting for you any longer if you’re going to gel your hair back.”

“Yeah, I’m going.” He grumbled and adjusted his uniform before following Sirius down the stairs and into the ongoing Halloween party.

The red lights flickered about as the music practically shook the entire room. Remus scanned the vicinity for you, struggling until Sirius almost dropped dead at the sight of you. It was the same reaction everyone had to seeing you dressed in… That.

“Holy fuck. Your girlfriend is wearing the shortest dress in existence.” Sirius gaped and earned a smack to the head from Remus.

Remus watched you dance and jump with Lily, eyes shining bright with joy when they met his. You beamed so bright and almost elbowed everyone in your way to make it to him. He caught you in his arms as you kissed him senseless, hands coming to rest on his cheeks.

“Hey, dovey.” He finally spoke when you both parted for air, thumbing your jaw softly. “You look absolutely stunning in gold.”

“Of course, I do, Rem! I’m a Gryffindor!” You laugh and eyes his outfit like he was a three course meal. “It’s interesting seeing you dressed in quidditch robes for the first time.”

“Yeah?” He continued to thumb your jaw in a doting manner. “Well if I did play, I plan on you being the snitch every game. I wouldn’t play otherwise.”

You tilt your head and meet his eyes with so much love. Now that you and Remus were standing together, your costumes made so much sense. It wasn’t just a quidditch player and a golden fairy, it was a seeker and the golden snitch. Sirius looked between the both of you before gasping and clapping his hands in realization, those around you looking over as well.

“Aren’t you two the cutest pair!” He gushed and pinched Remus’ cheek at the revelation.

Smacking Sirius’ hand away, you rested your chin on Remus’s shoulder to prevent him from doing such thing again. Remus laughed at you two and rubbed your back.

“You know, Marlene is looking for you, Siri.” You practically shout over the loud music.

“Is she?” He perked up at the mention of the girl he had been talking to recently. “Well then… I will catch up with you two later.”

You waited a little longer before laughing loudly at your own doing. Was Marlene really looking for him? No, but Sirius was always there whenever you wanted to be alone with Remus. Before you could stop laughing, Remus swatted your ass playfully in response to the poor prank.

“Hey—!” You pout jokingly, laughing again when Remus shook his head at you with an upturned smile.

As the night carried on, the crowd grew bigger, the music louder, and the drinks more alcoholic. It got to the point where you and Remus were too drunk to be the responsible ones in the group. Oddly enough, you both drank more than anyone else in the group.

However, you both won the couples costume contest and — for some reason no one could explain the next day — you decided to give a speech to the mass of Gryffindors in the common room about winning the contest. It wasn’t your proudest moment, but it was your last year.

Clambering on top of the wooden tables, you stumbled over your own legs as Remus tried to stabilize you. Lily, who was the responsible one for the night, rubbed her forehead in exasperation. She didn’t want to necessarily stop you. You were a whiny drunk, and it would be impossible to stop you from something you wanted to do.

“Wait wait — hiccup — I would like to thank the committee,” You hold your red cup close to your chest, your cheeks almost as bright as the cup. “Lily Evans — hiccup — the quidditch team, and my ever so loving boyfriend — hiccup — for making this all possible!” You throw your arms in the air, earning cheers from the crowd.

“What committee?” Sirius looked at Lily with a confused look, pointing between him and James. “Us?”

She shrugged and watched you jump down from the table, snickering when Remus nearly had a heart attack from your way of getting down. She made sure you both were okay before returning to James’ side, pointing you both out to him.

“You’re gonna be the — hiccup — death of me.” Remus tucked his head in between your neck and shoulder, nudging his nose on your exposed skin. “Don’t do that.”

“M’sorry.” You giggle and stumble slightly at the weight being put on you. “You baby.”

He kissed your cheek, “No.”

“Yeah.”

“No.” He dragged you over to the dormitory stairs. “Hi.”

You giggle and trace the scars on his face, “Hey.”

“You’re cute.” He melted into your hands and pecked your palm. “Really really cute.”

“You wanna know a secret, Rem?” You murmur and hiccup when he tugged you impossibly closer. “I promise it’s really cool.”

“What is it?” He pressed kisses everywhere he could, putting more attention to your lips.

“I love you.” You whisper against his lips and fully kiss him, the taste of firewhisky strong. “So much.”

He smiled into the kiss and parted briefly, thumbing your lip. “You want to know my secret, dovey?”

“What?” You look up and meet the hazel eyes you’ve come to love.

“I love you more.”

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[lupinflowrs]

the women of marauders era 💫

[singmyaubade]

Cindy Lou Who

james potter x slytherin!female!reader

summary: you and lily have been polar opposites from birth, disconnected in everything. but when the one thing she has crosses the bounds, you can't avoid it even if it destroys you.

warnings: eventual smut! 18+ heavy angst, cursing , jealousy

a/n: it's part 2! no, its not a dorcas and y/n love story.

i hope you enjoy and you can fw it or not, not my issue.

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The journey to James's parents’ cabin had already been a nightmare in the making, but the fact that you somehow found yourself stuck in the car with the Marauders made it feel like the universe had personally conspired against you. It was as if Lily was trying to send a message to make you never speak to her again.

Ten minutes earlier:

You stepped off the train, dragging your suitcase behind you, and made your way toward Lily and her usual entourage. You could already feel the tension between you and the rest of the group, but at least Lily was there to distract you.

"Ah, Y/N!" Lily cheered, her arms suddenly wrapped around you in a hug. You stiffened slightly, offering an awkward smile as she pulled back to look at you. Her grin continued to grow, "We were just discussing seating assignments," She explained, glancing at the group, which was all standing around and debating loudly.

"I voted for apparating. It's quicker, and no one has to listen to Sirius whine the entire time," James grumbled, shooting an annoyed look at Sirius, who was lounging against the wall with an exaggerated sigh.

"Well for one, your apparating skills absolutely scare me," Dorcas chimed in.

Mary snorted. "Yeah, I’m pretty sure we'd show up without a neck if either of you tried to apparate us," She said, resting her head on Dorcas’s shoulder, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she looked over at the two boys.

Sirius immediately recoiled, "Excuse me? Leave me out of this, my apparition skills are impeccable if you ladies must know," He said, puffing out his chest and sticking his tongue out at both of them.

Marlene chuckled, chiming in, the sound light and teasing as she looked at you. "Yeah, I think we need someone with actual skill, not just a big ego." She glanced at Sirius, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Sirius shot her a playful glare, but his lips twitched as though he might actually be enjoying the banter. "You wound me, Mar. But I’ll have you know, I’ve never left anyone in a heap of twisted limbs," He said, half-defensive, half-proud.

You sighed, clearly tired of their antics as Dorcas spoke again, "Okay, okay, if you two are done with the theatrics, how about we get someone who actually knows how to apparate without leaving us in the wrong century?"

Sirius raised an eyebrow dramatically, looking at you, "Well, actually, someone insists that ‘bonding time’ means suffering in cramped cars with people you barely know, which is really quite charming," He said as if everyone was meant to agree with his sarcasm.

James shot a playful look at Lily, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Don't blame my little Lily-bear for her big heart," He teased, only for her to stomp on his foot, causing him to yelp.

“I don’t even understand why we discussed apparition in the first place,” Lily huffed, annoyed, “We are driving and that is final.”

You snorted at the sight, feeling momentarily distracted from the impending doom of the ride. Mary, ever the voice of reason, cleared her throat. "Ok Mother, back to the cars. Who's in which?"

You raised an eyebrow, scanning the group with mild skepticism. "Can any of you actually drive?" The question hung in the air, and for a split second, the group fell into silence, as if your voice had been the last thing they expected.

"Well, Remus and I can," Dorcas answered with a grin, clearly amused by your audacity. "And James already asked his parents to send over two cars," She added, her eyes twinkling.

"Wow, loaded with money, Potter?" You teased, turning to James, who shot you a mockingly smug grin.

"Don't act like you didn’t know," He replied with a wink as if he always knew how to make your sarcasm work in his favor.

"And how many people can each car fit?" Mary asked, eager to move things along.

"Four each, including the driver," James answered, his voice laced with confidence.

"Well, this is perfect!" Lily exclaimed happily, her voice full of relief. "Peter can't make it anyway, so Y/N can take his spot!"

Your stomach twisted. "Excuse me?" You nearly gagged, your face contorting in disbelief.

Lily’s eyes softened with an apologetic look. "Oh, don’t worry! They won’t bite, I promise," She assured you, gesturing to the Marauders, who were now standing off to the side like a haphazardly formed band of troublemakers.

You couldn’t hide the disgust that flashed across your face as you looked at the group. The thought of being stuck in a car with them—all of them—felt like some cruel twist of fate. “Can’t you just ride with the boys?” You asked, crossing your arms and giving Lily a pleading look.

Lily hesitated for a moment before offering a sheepish smile. “I could, but I kind of want you to get along with them, Y/N. I really don’t want to force you into anything, but they’re good people underneath the mess," She said sincerely, rubbing your palm comfortingly.

You felt the pressure building. On one hand, you wanted to be a complete brat and insisted that you’d rather take your chances with a single, less painful car ride with the girls. But on the other, you knew this trip wasn’t about you. It was Lily’s weekend, and you couldn’t spoil it just because the Marauders were a walking headache.

"Actually, Lily, it's fine," You sighed, rolling your eyes. "It’s just a four-hour car ride. I’ll survive."

Lily looked at you, her eyes full of sincerity. "Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable—"

"Yes," You groaned dramatically, cutting her off. "But if you ask me again, I will change my mind."

Lily’s face lit up with a sweet, relieved smile. “Thank you, Y/N,” She whispered in your ear, pulling you into another hug.

You smiled faintly despite the dread that churned in your stomach. You lightly pushed her off, trying to hide the weirdly sentimental feeling. "Let’s get this over with, then," You muttered, grabbing your luggage and marching toward the exit.

As you walked out of the station, you could hear the sound of the Marauders’ footsteps trailing behind you, their chatter and laughter loud enough to make you wince. Your fate was sealed, and you had no choice but to endure the upcoming car ride with them.

But who knew? Maybe the next four hours wouldn’t be as bad as you were imagining.

--

Thirty minutes into the car ride, and you were already questioning every decision you’d ever made in life.

For one, Sirius and James hadn’t stopped talking since you left the station. It was like they were competing to see who could out-talk the other, their voices blending into an incoherent mess of loud jokes, sarcasm, and the occasional burst of laughter. You swore you could hear Sirius’s voice every five seconds, but it was impossible to tell what he was even saying.

The only bearable one in the bunch was Remus—the designated driver, who for the most part, was quietly focused on the road. He had a way of staying out of the chaos, and you were thankful for that. If he’d joined in, you might have just jumped out of the car.

Unfortunately, luck had not been on your side, and James was sitting right next to you. Of course, he was. As if this trip hadn’t already been your own personal hell, the universe had decided it would be even more fun if you were forced to endure James’s company.

The luggage was shoved behind you both, making the car feel cramped in every possible way. And somehow, the small space between you and James seemed to grow more suffocating by the second.

It wasn’t like you hated him—well, maybe you did a little bit right now—but he wasn’t exactly your favorite person to be sitting next to. Especially in a tiny car where you had no choice but to pretend that everything was fine.

And to make matters worse, James had been sneaking glances at you every couple of minutes. You could feel his eyes on you, even when you kept your focus fixed firmly on the road ahead, your chin resting in your palm as you leaned against the cool window, trying to ignore the constant pounding in your skull.

You tried your best not to react. You weren’t about to make eye contact with him or give him any reason to think you wanted to engage. The last thing you needed was him making some stupid comment about how uncomfortable you were being, as if that would make it any better.

But no matter how much you ignored him, you could still feel him there, like a weight pressing on your chest.

You wondered—truly wondered—how you had managed to get yourself stuck on what was likely the worst trip in the history of trips. It wasn’t even like you’d had a choice in the matter.

You were thinking that perhaps you should've grabbed a book from your bag or even your Walkman from home.

Anything to avoid the chaotic, uncomfortable mess that was currently your reality.

But then again, you still wanted to make Lily happy. It was her weekend, and you knew how much this trip meant to her.

And you knew you had to endure this for her, even if that meant suffering through endless hours of loud barking and James Potter’s stupid glances.

But you were starting to develop a newfound dislike for the countryside and for the stupid cabin you were heading to, and especially for James Potter and his stupid face.

You were stopped in your train of thought by the loud crunching in your ears as you looked beside you in disgust to see James eating Sour Cream & Onion chips loudly.

You had hoped that James would choke on the chips he was shoveling into his mouth right then and there, but he was luckily immune to your silent prayers. Instead, his eyes flicked over to you as he extended the bag in your direction, his mouth still full.

“Want some?” He asked, chewing loudly, completely oblivious to the venom in your stare.

You groaned, slumping back in your seat and closing your eyes, hoping that maybe—just maybe—you could escape the situation by sheer force of will. But no. Unfortunately, that wasn’t enough to get rid of James Potter. You could still feel his gaze on you, heavy and unrelenting, like a hot spotlight.

“You know,” James continued, completely oblivious to your very clear displeasure, “You could be a little nicer.”

Before you could respond, Sirius—who had been quietly enjoying the chaos—turned around in the front seat, his usual shit-eating grin plastered across his face. “Slytherins are incapable of that. It’s not in their blood.”

You rolled your eyes, but before you could snap back, Remus muttered a resigned “Sirius,” trying to rein him in.

You leaned forward, making sure your voice was dripping with sarcasm as you met James’s gaze, “And Gryffindors are incapable of not being complete and utter twats.”

James’s eyes lit up with amusement at your choice of words. You could see the smug little grin forming at the corner of his mouth, like he was proud of his ability to get under your skin.

“Ah, she speaks!” He said dramatically, as if this was some huge victory. You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes and groaning. “I was beginning to think you were either deaf—or perhaps a robot.”

Your eyes narrowed as you leaned in just a little closer, meeting his gaze, keeping it steady. “I believe you’ve got something right here.” You moved in slowly, and you could see his face flush just slightly, his lips parting as if he was about to say something.

You didn’t give him the chance. “Right here…” You muttered, keeping your eyes locked on his, before quickly flicking your finger against his forehead.

James immediately shot his hand up to his forehead, wincing as though he’d been hit with a particularly nasty spell. You couldn't help but smile brightly, crossing your arms triumphantly. You were winning.

Sirius, of course, couldn’t help himself. He started laughing so hard it almost sounded like he was barking. “Wow, Y/N—1, Prongs—0!” he whooped, throwing you a thumbs-up from the front.

You heard the nickname, but your victory felt too sweet to care about it right now. You were too busy basking in your small but satisfying win. Maybe it was the most minor of triumphs, but seeing James’s smug confidence deflate for even a moment was pure, unadulterated joy.

James, still rubbing his forehead, pouted dramatically. “Good to know," He muttered under his breath, though you could hear the faint hint of amusement in his voice. “That’s what makes you happy.”

You leaned back in your seat, your grin never wavering. “You have no idea, Potter,” You said, crossing your arms again, feeling very much like you’d won the game.

You suddenly decided to just take a nap for the remaining two hours of the trip, head leaning against the cold window.

At least then, this trip will be bearable.

--

"Aww, isn’t this a sight for sore eyes?" You heard a voice mutter, and your eyes blinked open to see Sirius staring down at you with that signature smirk of his.

You hummed in confusion, realizing that your head was no longer against the window but resting on the broad canvas of a shoulder and jaw.

Your eyes widened as you quickly snapped up, inadvertently knocking your head into James's chin. He groaned in protest as you hissed from the pain in your own skull, rubbing it with one hand.

Sirius barked out a laugh, the sound loud and unmistakably amused. You shot him a death glare. James whined like a child. "Couldn’t you have just gotten up softly?" he asked, tending to his chin as if it were more damaged than it likely was.

"I was repulsed," You said bluntly, crossing your arms over your chest.

James smirked, clearly enjoying your discomfort. "Didn’t seem that way with your head on my shoulder," He teased, and before you could stop yourself, your fist landed squarely in his shoulder. He groaned dramatically.

You hated how easy it was for him to tease you, it was almost as if he didn't hate you as much as you hated him.

"Shut up, Potter," You muttered under your breath, a small smile tugging at your lips despite yourself.

Finally, Remus got out of the car, and you were beyond relieved to be able to stretch your legs and get out of the cramped space. As you stepped out into the fresh air, you were hit with the sight of the cabin—a massive wooden oak structure that dwarfed most houses you had seen. Of course, it shouldn’t have been a surprise with James's family wealth, but it was still impressive.

"Admiring something?" James’s voice called out from behind you, and you turned to see him watching you with that grin of his.

You stepped toward him, eyebrows furrowing. "We were trapped in a car for four hours together, and you still want to annoy me?" You asked, annoyed.

James’s grin only widened, something almost unreadable flickering in his eyes. "It’s just so fun," He said sweetly, his tone laced with something that made you furrow your brows deeper.

He moved past you with that same self-assured confidence, and you couldn’t help but watch him for a moment, your mind swirling with an odd mix of curiosity and frustration.

What an odd boy.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of loud cheers, and you turned to see Lily and the other girls finally arriving at the cabin. Lily immediately rushed over to you, throwing her arm around your shoulders. "This is going to be so fun!" She exclaimed excitedly, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Your expression remained indifferent as you shrugged off her arm. "Sure it will, Lils," You said, barely hiding the boredom in your voice as you moved past her toward the cabin entrance.

Inside, the cabin was everything you expected—grand yet homely. Fairy lights twinkled on the ceiling and wound their way along the railings of the stairs, casting a warm, soft glow. A beautifully decorated Christmas tree stood in the corner of the living room, and the fireplace was already crackling with flames, filling the air with the comforting scent of wood smoke.

You couldn’t help but admire the place, its charm undeniable.

Okay, maybe you were admiring it a little more than you wanted to admit.

As much as you wanted to keep exploring the cabin, you couldn’t help but feel the overwhelming desire to just collapse into a bed and escape the chaos for a bit.

The car ride had been long—four hours spent crammed between the Marauders and Lily, with Sirius and James' constant bickering as background noise. You could already feel the tension in your shoulders from it.

You made your way up the stairs, eyes scanning the doors with name cards carefully placed next to them. It was so Lily to do something like that—everything organized to the tiniest detail. When you reached your door, you saw your name beside Dorcas’s.

You hadn’t spent much time with Dorcas, but from what you’d gathered, she was a bit of a mystery.

She was quiet in a way that was similar to you, but then, the next moment, she was all sharp humor and a wild streak of extroversion. It was interesting to watch her switch between the two.

You just hoped she didn’t have any issue with Slytherins. You’d heard whispers from some Gryffindors, and while you liked to think you were nothing like the stereotypical Slytherin, you still didn’t feel like being judged by a new person.

James and Sirius were already enough of a headache on that front.

You pushed the door open and stepped into the room, instantly relieved by the sight of two beds with nightstands and soft lamps. It was cozy—nothing too extravagant, but warm. There were two separate closets as well, and a part of you actually sighed in relief. Privacy. That was something you valued deeply.

"Thank God for separate closets," Came a voice from behind you, and you turned to find Dorcas already standing in the room, “Sharing a closet can drive me absolutely nuts, I need the privacy,” She added. You hadn’t even heard her come in. Her eyes were fixed on the closets, and somehow it felt like she’d read your mind. "As do you," She added, her voice light and as if she head read your mind.

"I—I do," You stammered, caught off guard.

Something about Dorcas always made you feel a little out of your depth, though you weren’t sure why. She had this way of being so at ease with herself, and it was hard not to be a little intimidated.

Dorcas just shrugged, as if your reaction was nothing new. She walked over to the bed, settling herself against the headboard with a relaxed sigh. "Honestly, I’m glad we’re rooming together. That car ride was chaos. I’m not sure I’ve recovered yet."

You chuckled awkwardly, the tension still clinging to your limbs. "Agreed," you muttered, fiddling with your bag as you unpacked some of your things into the closet. You felt Dorcas’s eyes on you, but when you looked over, she was giving you a teasing smirk, as though she could see right through you.

"The Marauders weren’t too insufferable, I hope?" She asked, already knowing the answer.

You laughed dryly. "Well, Remus was a saint," You said, trying to keep it light. "Black and Potter, though? Bloody migraines." You sighed, shaking your head as you hung up a few shirts. "I don’t know how they do it. They thrive on being insufferable, I swear."

Dorcas let out a soft laugh, a mix of amusement and sympathy. "That’s their usual act," She said, as if it were the most predictable thing in the world. "Don’t worry—you’ll get used to it. Or at least, you’ll stop being surprised." She shifted, lying back and staring up at the ceiling, her hands behind her head.

You looked at her, unsure if you were ready to get used to them.

It's like she could read your expression or your thoughts in general.

Dorcas gave you a quiet smile. "You’ll get there," She said with surprising wisdom for someone who seemed so carefree. "Just don’t take it too seriously. They’re all talk."

I hope I never do, you thought, but kept it to yourself.

You couldn't help but think of how you would ever survive this entire trip. In all honestly, you would rather have spent it with Petunia degrading you.

And you were incredibly worried that the tension in your spine would always still there.

You looked at Dorcas questioningly, "Do you think this trip is going to be fun?" You asked, your voice quieter now as you paused in the middle of unpacking.

Dorcas rolled over onto her side, propping her head up with one hand as she looked at you with a thoughtful expression. "I think it'll be interesting. Not sure if 'fun' is the word I’d use. But you never know. It’s a change of pace, at least." She smiled. "One thing’s for sure: it’s going to be memorable."

"Let’s hope it’s the good kind of memorable," You muttered, smiling slightly despite yourself.

"Trust me, I’ve got a feeling this is going to be one for the books," Dorcas replied, giving you an amused look.

You gave Dorcas a slight smile as you both suddenly heard a thump downstairs and several voices of laughter as Dorcas stood, smiling, "Think I'm gonna check up on everyone down there, wanna come?" She asked, looking at you.

You fake yawned, stretching out on the bed. "I think I'll actually take a nap, feeling quite drowsy," You said, trying to keep the tone casual.

Dorcas gave you a smile, but there was a flicker of disappointment in her eyes. "Okay," She replied softly before turning and heading for the door. She closed it behind her, leaving you alone in the room.

You sighed, rubbing your forehead. Dorcas was nice, but you really didn’t feel like hanging out with the whole group right now. It was just too much.

You reached for your backpack, hoping to lose yourself in time with a book. But when you opened it, your stomach sank. No books.

"Fuck," You muttered, frustrated. You never forgot your books. You always packed them, even for short trips.

You flopped back on the bed, groaning. This wasn’t going how you’d planned.

After a few moments, you grabbed your toiletries and towels.

Screw it.

A shower would help clear your head.

You turned the tap, and the hot water came on quickly. Stepping into the stream, you let the heat wash over you, hoping it would erase the tension from your body.

The noise of the water filled the bathroom, and for a moment, everything felt quiet.

You sighed deeply, letting go of the frustration. It wasn’t ideal, but you’d figure things out later. For now, you’d let the world outside the bathroom fade away.

After a nice, long shower, you slipped into a soft nightgown, figuring you wouldn’t be going anywhere tonight. The warmth of the cabin made it easy to settle in, and you were content with some peace and quiet.

But as you put your things down, you suddenly heard Lily’s voice ringing out from downstairs.

"AAAAAH!" Her scream echoed through the house, followed by frantic footsteps.

You froze, heart racing. Was she hurt? You quickly rushed out of your room, ready to help. The moment you reached the top of the stairs, though, you saw her laughing hysterically in the living room.

"I told you she would come down!" Lily called, gleefully looking at James and Sirius, her hand outstretched for galleons.

You blinked, your heart slowing as you saw the grin on her face. "What the hell?" You muttered, out of breath.

James was looking at you in wide-eyed awe, but you couldn’t help noticing how your nightgown was just a little too revealing—way more than you’d planned for. The last thing you needed was to give James any more ammunition.

"Really, Lily?" You scoffed, already turning to head back upstairs.

"Wait!" Lily rushed to you, her eyes pleading as she grabbed your arm. "Just come hang out for a little bit!"

You immediately thought 'Fuck no!' but then you thought,

It's her trip.

You glanced at her, and despite everything, her puppy-dog eyes got to you. "I suppose.." You muttered, giving in.

Lily squealed, her excitement infectious as she pulled you downstairs. "We’re about to start the puzzle!" She said with a huge grin.

You raised an eyebrow, not sure whether to laugh or groan. "A puzzle?" You teased. "Are we in fourth year?"

Lily pouted. "Stop being such a buzzkill."

Marlene leaned over from the couch with a smirk. "Lils always makes us do something childish on the first night. Gets it out of our system before the real fun starts."

"Exactly," Mary added. "A bit of innocence before we dive into the chaos."

"And so she doesn’t feel guilty when we get wild later," Sirius teased, his grin mischievous.

Lily stuck her tongue out at them. "I do it because it’s fun! And once we finish, we can glue it and hang it up. Isn’t that cute?"

James groaned dramatically. "But Remus and Dorcas always do the best work, and the rest of us just give up."

Lily shot him a look. "Not this time. This time, we all finish it fast."

Well, that didn’t turn out to be the case.

Lily had, of course, accidentally bought a 900-piece puzzle, and it was much more complicated than anyone had expected.

You, Remus, and Dorcas were the only ones making any real progress. You were surprisingly good at it, which seemed to amuse everyone else. The three of you worked mostly in silence, with you passing pieces to Remus and Dorcas helping out when necessary.

Meanwhile, the others had either given up or wandered off. Lily, Marlene, and Mary were baking cookies, and Sirius was napping on the couch, his loud snoring filling the room.

But, as always, James was not one to leave you alone for long.

"How are you guys still working on that?" He whined, popping up beside you and peering over your shoulder. "It’s annoying and difficult!"

"Just like you," You muttered with a sly grin, not looking up from the puzzle.

James’s started smirking. "Sorry, what was that?"

You scoffed, "Just like y-"

Before you could finish your sentence, James was behind you, fingers digging into your sides, tickling you mercilessly. You yelped, trying to push him off, but he only laughed louder, his hands relentless.

Dorcas and Remus exchanged amused glances, clearly entertained by the scene unfolding.

"Say it again!" James demanded, his voice obnoxiously loud.

You gasped for breath, trying to squirm away from his grasp. "Stop it, Potter!" You barely managed to keep your voice serious, but it came out more like a laugh.

"Okay, say I’m the most brilliant person at Hogwarts!" he pressed, his grin wide.

"I will never say that!" You laughed, finally able to wiggle out of his grasp.

"Come on!" James pushed, tickling you more.

"Okay, okay!" You cried, laughing helplessly. "You’re the most brilliant person in Hogwarts, now get off!"

James finally relented, sitting back with a smug smile. "That’s what I thought."

You quickly adjusted your nightgown, your face flushed with embarrassment. You couldn’t believe you just got into a tickle fight with James Potter—of all people.

Lily appeared, her eyes gleaming mischievously. "What just happened out here?" She asked, her voice teasing. "I heard you laughing."

You turned away, trying to hide your embarrassment. "You didn’t hear anything."

"Actually—" James started, but you punched him lightly in the knee, making him wince.

"—I heard nothing," He corrected quickly, his voice strained as he rubbed his leg.

Lily flashed a knowing smile. "Sure," She said, winking at you before heading back into the kitchen.

You groaned inwardly. This was only the beginning, and already Lily was convinced you were best friends with her friends.

Your mind drifted back to earlier, to James’s behavior and how Lily always seemed to indulge him. It left a bitter taste in your mouth.

"I'm heading up," You said abruptly, not waiting for an answer as you made your way to the stairs.

"But the cookies aren’t ready yet!" James called after you, his voice almost pleading.

"Enjoy them when they are," You snapped, already heading up to your room.

As you reached your door and flopped onto your bed, you let out a long, frustrated sigh. This was going to be a weird trip.