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Ice Hockey James Potter x fem!reader
Summary: You wait for your boyfriend after his game â In the same universe as Suburban Legends
Genre: Fluff <3
Warnings: muggle au, college au, swearing
JAMES POTTER MASTERLIST
You stand in the lobby of the rink, your arms are crossed across your chest and you're cursing yourself for only wearing his jersey instead of something warmer. Still, you smile. How can you mind when you can remember how happy James looked when saw you in the stands?
You pace around, waiting another few minutes until you start to become impatient. All his teammates have left the rink, which is something you know because you've counted each of their high-fives.
You have only been dating James Potter for a month now, but his teammates act like they've already taken you in as one of their own.Â
"I didn't think you'd wait for me this long." you hear him. His voice is a little hoarse and he's rotating his shoulder around as he grimaces.
"Is your arm okay?" you ask, standing up and meeting him in the middle of the lobby. He was shoved pretty hard into the plexiglass and you look up at him, concerned.Â
His lips curl into a little smirk, "Worried about me, Y/l/n?" He whispers and leans in close.
"As your girlfriend, I feel like if I wasn't worried then we'd have a problem," you chuckle and roll your eyes at his insistence to continue calling you by your last name. He says it's a habit but you're convinced he just likes to see you flustered.
"Come on I'm starving," you take his hand and try to lead him towards the door.Â
"Shit," James groans, "I forgot my gloves in the locker room,"Â
You drop his hand and turn around, crossing your arms. "Are you seriously making me wait for you longer than I already have?"Â
He shakes his head with a smile, "No. You're coming with me this time." It's his turn to take your hand and he practically pulls you to the locker rooms.Â
"Jamie, slow down," you say.
Suddenly, you're pressed against the wall of the empty hallway as James's arms cage around your head. His hockey bag had fallen onto the ground and he leans his head downwards so that you can look into his eyes. His eyes shine and he's giving you the most obvious, "I wanna to kiss you," pout.Â
"What are you doing?" you feign coy behind a laugh as he slides his hands down to the side of your head and cups your cheeks in his hands. He's so close it's incredibly intoxicating.
"Kissing you?"
You smile, nodding, and he leans down to kiss along your neck. His hips press into mine and you think I've finally lost all sensibility. "You drive me insane â you and my fucking jersey," he whispers as his kisses move upwards and his knuckles skim the fabric of his jersey near your breasts.
"You're the one who wanted me have it."
"Yeah, to wear around your dormânot during my games," he says and his hands climb up the wall again as you look up at him, "If your plan is to distract me when I'm supposed to be paying attention to the game, you should know it's working more than it shouldâŚ"
You grin and stare at him with wide eyes. You make sure to chew on your lower lip so that you're doing exactly what you know turns him on. "Seems like a misunderstood then," you say, "Still, I didn't think you would have a problem with everyone knowing I'm yours, James."Â
Something snaps inside him and that's when he kisses you.Â
It's raw and rough, but the way his strong arms wrap around you waist to pull you closer is gentle and you melt into his arms. Wantonly, you run your hand through his hair. The dark brown locks are slightly messy from being under his helmet and when James feels me pull on them, his breath jumps in his throat,
"Everyone already knows you're mine." He whispers and then continues to kiss you.
You pull him even closer and with his good arm, he wraps one of my legs around his hip. You're both so engrossed in our activity you, unfortunately, don't hear footsteps until, James's coach clears his throat,
James stops kissing you and carefully lowers your leg onto the ground. He hides you behind him as you turn around, his cheeks crimson from embarrassment, as you attempt to calm your internal panic.Â
"Hey," James says, weirdly casual.
"Rink is closing, Potter. Go home." His coach says and you peek at him from behind James's shoulder. He sees me and sighs, "You too, Y/n."
"Will do, sir." James says. Quickly, he lifts his bag back onto his shoulder and holds your hand. You mumble a small, "sorry" as you walk by his coach but you don't think he hears you considering you can't even bear to look at him.Â
Once you're back in the lobby, you bury your head in your hands, "I'm so embarrassed," you groan. James laughs and rubs your shoulders.
You look up at him and frown, "This really isn't funny." Â
"Coach doesn't care. I promise." James reassures you.
"Why? Is this not the first time he's caught you kissing someone here?" you ask, sounding more jealous than intended.
James's expression softens and, holding your hips, he pulls you close enough to kiss your forehead, "How many times to I have to promise you I'm not, and have never been, a player?"Â
You nod, smiling guiltily, "Yeah, I know. I shouldn't have asked that, I'm sorry."
"Water under the bridge, Y/l/n," James jokes and kisses your temple. He swings his arm around your shoulder, "I remember someone said they were hungry, shall we eat now?"Â
"Wait, what about your gloves?"
James grins wolfishly. "Oh, those are in my bag, I just wanted to make out with you."
tags: @mischievousmoony, @sayitlikethecheese, @longlivedelusion, @fangirl-swagg (pretending like i didn't just forget this until now!!)
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JAMES POTTER | NO MORE HOCKEY PLAYERS!
REQUEST. : I think this might be too vague but can I request IceHockey!James x Reader angst with fluffy ending. I'm acc in love with the way you write him đ¤đ¤ â¤requested by anon
LENGTH : 1.9k
TAGS : modern au ; muggle au ; ice hockey player james potter ; enemies to lovers? but not really? ; enemies by association to lovers? ; protective james potter ; precious reader ; oc!andrew ; reader in a bad relationship ; james being the knight in shining hockey gear ; angst with fluff ending
WARNINGS : toxic relationship ; mentions of mistreatment in a relationship
You knew what was coming. It was something you were used to seeing, to dealing with in the two years youâve been dating Andrew. As captain of the Ice Hockey team at Imperial College London and playing the Right-Wing Forward position, he was oftentimes compared to his more prominent, more celebrated counterpart, James Potter.Â
James Potter was the Ice Hockey captain of his team at UCL and also played the Right-Wing Forward position. Through this similarity, they were often compared and Andrew was beyond irritated by the fact. Irritated and fed up. James never appeared to mind the comparisons, however. In fact, he took it in stride because, in his eyes, the results of a fair game will put the constant equating to rest.Â
Andrew was passionate about the sport, he really was, his position as Captain was evidence of that dedication, however the constant comparisons in his ear made him highly aggressive on top of his already present anger issues. It wasnât like this in the beginning, he was once very sweet and caring towards you, aware of your needs and was as much of a best friend as he was your boyfriend. Yes, you werenât exempt from the occasional disagreement or shouting competition but itâs been so much worse as of late.Â
Just a couple of months ago, he lost a game to Jamesâ team and finally snapped to the point that he managed to make the usually grinning and charming James Potter flush red with anger and commenced a screaming match that inaugurated an infamous rivalry between the two. That one win against him was also the tipping point for all the whispers comparing the two to sharply peak in favour of James. Now, there was always an undertone of James being viewed as the better one of the two. More charismatic, more diligent, more empathetic, more resilient, more consistent, more respectable⌠more handsome. All of which fanned the flames of your boyfriendâs anger until it reached dangerous levels.Â
The matches against them were, now, much more exhilarating but also much more aggressive. It frightened you the first time you saw them play against each other after that horrific encounter the previous game. This wasnât a good display of sportsmanship. They were like two lions going after each otherâs throats, pushing and shoving and colliding at top speeds, baring their teeth menacingly but neither side conceding defeat â they refused to surrender; one had to fall for the other to rise. It was horrifying to witness. You worried for Andrew but you also worried for James. They were both equal in brawn and stature so anything could happen to either side and they werenât the least bit shy in making their belligerent intentions known. Bruises and sore limbs were expected from the sport but you feared that something more serious could be anticipated in the conflict between the two.Â
Your heart was almost ready to burst out of your chest when each game began and ended. It didnât help that you were a frequent witness to Andrewâs harsh criticism towards his own team. Due to his frustrations and boiling anger, he demanded more of himself and, by extension, demanded more of his teammates as well. Many times, you tried to remind him of the fact that he wasnât going about disciplining or encouraging his team in the right way. A familiar confrontation once became a huge fight that his teammates had to get in the middle of, worried for you, who they had come to think of as part of their own and, vice versa. Gradually, his support from the team dwindled, which meant that, during his combative encounters with James in the rink, he was slowly being left on his own with no one to assist him. He was playing at a higher risk each game and it hurt you to watch. Your love might have dwindled during Andrewâs self-destructive tirade but that didnât mean you didnât care for his well-being.Â
The result was inevitable. Owing to the lack of support from his own teammates and having to counter Jamesâ antagonistic plays by himself, Andrewâs anger and jealousy grew and grew. It was a slap to the face when, at every re-match, his self-sabotaging behaviour led to James and his teamâs victory. It was predictable, even for you, but you supported Andrew through it all.Â
At the end of the match, Andrew sulked in the locker rooms while the rest of the team hurried away, disgruntled by their captainâs pathetic plays, selfish agenda and mistreatment towards them when pinning all the blame for their loss solely on their lack of collaboration when, truly, he was the only one to blame.
âItâll be okay, AndyââÂ
âShut up!â his roaring shout bounced off the walls of the empty locker room. His voice echoed with mourning, betrayal and burning hot rage. It made your shoulders tense from the rising tension.Â
âAndrew, the way youâre acting i-it isnât rightâ!â you tried to reason with him despite his hulking form and much larger frame intimidating you. He didnât even have to look into your eyes for a shiver to run down your spine; the slamming of his locker door, the throwing of his clothes and the reckless handling of his equipment was enough to make you flinch each time.Â
âYOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TELL ME WHATâS RIGHT OR WRONG!â he argues through clenched teeth, pushing the locker room doors open and letting it swing back, almost hitting you as you scurry up behind him.Â
âWell, you should, at least, try!â In a moment of bravery, you puff out your chest and glare at him, your eyes shining with thinly disguised disappointment and fear. He wasnât like the Andrew you knew at all⌠this horrible, violent person was nothing like the Andrew you fell in love with two years ago, âI know you can be a great captain but youâre running yourself and your own team into the ground! Learn to put your ego aside for once!âÂ
âWHY YOU!-- WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO LECTURE ME?!â his large hand raises and comes swinging down. Itâs too late to react, you can only pinch your eyes closed and wait for the impact to come with clenched teeth.Â
âWHAT RIGHT DO YOU HAVE TO HIT HER?!âÂ
The hit never came. Instead, your eyes snap open to stare in shock at James Potter gripping the wrist of your boyfriend and pushing him away as he tucks you behind him. Too shocked at the situation and the sudden appearance of your boyfriendâs counterpart, you canât help but just gape at the situation.Â
No no no! This isnât meant to happen! You should have left the argument in the locker room!Â
âSheâs my girlfriend! Dipshit!â Andrew snarls and tries to reach for you again but James steps in the way, blocking your view. Heâs a solid mountain between you and your irate boyfriend. For the first time in a long time, you felt safe.Â
âThat gives you even less of a right, not that you had any right to hit anyone to begin with,â James pants lightly, his heightened anger making him feel as though heâs run a mile, âIf sheâs your girl, you should treat her better! Acting like this after a loss is pathetic but pinning it onto your lady is disgusting!â James can handle rough play on the rink because heâs trained for it and heâs grown the thick skin to endure all kinds of impacts. But, when he sees violence like this outside the rink, itâs beyond infuriating, it makes him see red, it makes him want to throw all manner of good will out the window and go charging in like a stubborn bull.
âFuck! Off!â Andrew shoves him away and grabs your upper arm, tugging you away without any regard for the force in his grip. It happened much too quickly that you couldnât comprehend everything until you felt a stinging pain bloom in your arm under his grip.Â
âOw!⌠Andrew, stop, please! Youâre hurting me!â
âI donât care! Hurry! Up!â he gives another aggressive tug and you squeal from the pain, willing yourself to suppress it so as to not anger him further. But your cry of hurt was enough to set off an unbelievable chain reaction.
There was a dull but harsh THUMP as Jamesâ clenched fist collides with Andrewâs face, sending him sprawling as two gentle hands come up to your shoulders and gently pull you away from the scene. Those same two hands turn you around and carefully move down to press against your lower back, acting as a guide to lead you a safe distance away. The girl introduces herself as Alice, the girlfriend of Frank, who was the goalie of the UCL team. She leads you with a sympathetic smile past the rest of the Jamesâ teammates, who face forward and grit their teeth at what they were just the witnesses to, some even stepping forward. Whether they wanted to join in or not, you didnât find out but one was tall with mousy brown hair and the other had dark black hair against pale paper skin and grey eyes â the left defence and the centre of the UCL team.Â
âYouâre okayâŚâ Alice whispers softly, hurrying you along as the sound of punches begin to echo through the hallway, âIâm so sorry, sweetheart,âÂ
As tears slip past your lash line, a shaky whimper escapes your bitten lips and you accept her comfort with a small nod.
Suffice to say, you and Andrew broke up. And for good reason. Many people couldnât even fathom that someone as soft-hearted and sweet as you would ever give someone like Andrew the time of day when you deserved so much more. What they donât understand is that he was never like that when you first met⌠but, you suppose, he finally showed his true colours. But thanks to that, youâve sworn off dating hockey players ever again!Â
âOh!â a happy acknowledgement sounds and draws your eyes up to see a handsome, boyish grin beaming down at you, âItâs you!â His freshly washed locks drip with water and he moves to close the locker room door behind him when his words bring the attention of curious eyes from the rest of his team, all peaking a glimpse of you around his frame.
âYeahâŚâ you smile softly, nerves shaking anxiously as your hands clasp together for some stability, âsorry for suddenly showing up,â
âItâs alright,â Jamesâ beaming smile doesnât fade the slightest bit as his eyes shine with relief, âIâm just glad youâre looking okay,â
âYeah, all thanks to you,â the compliment makes him flush bashfully as a large hand comes up to rub the back of his neck. For a guy with a bear-like frame, he pulls off the adorable puppy look pretty well.
âDid you watch the game?â he hurries to change the topic and instead of answering, you hold up a cutely wrapped batch of homemade cookies. Andrew was once the only person who had exclusive access to your home baked goodies but he lost that privilege a long time ago. Itâs time to associate your baking with something (someone) more positive and deserving.Â
âWow! Thanks!â James eyes your offer with wide eyes and was already drooling from the sugary scent in the air, seducing him into taking it and having a bite. You smile at his moans of gratification and allow his free flowing compliments to boost your confidence, âwill you be coming to our next game?â he suddenly asks, catching you off guard.Â
âUhh..--â
âPlease come,â his eyes plead with you but when you donât answer, he bargains, âIâll win it for you,âÂ
No more hockey players be damned.
A/N : i love writing hockey player james potter too~ he's just so dreamy! ahhhhh! it's probably one of my favourite aus of james potter! (,,o // o,,) thank you so much for the request, anon-darling! im so sorry for taking so long, i hope you enjoy the read!
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heyyy read you're looking for requests so here's one! james coming from hockey practice (i love hockey player james) and you tell him that a guy from uni has been hitting on you and stuf. he doesn't get mad just queasy, but then he needs reassurance too!ďżźďżź
thanks for requesting, angel!
cw: insecurities, language, unwanted advances
1.4k, modern au, ice hockey James
The tell-tale sound of James' bag being abandoned haphazardly by the door alerts you to his presence. The door clicks shut soon after, followed by a heavy sigh. He's likely exhausted - always is after practice, especially if he and Sirius get caught mouthing off and are punished with bag skating.
James rounds the corner into the living room at the same time you pause your show and sit up to greet him. He doesn't acknowledge your abandoned plate from dinner or the pile of unfolded washing on the arm chair to his left. Instead, he gives you a tired smile and collapses into a heap beside you on the sofa. "Hi, bug." He mumbles, chin tucked into the neckline of his hoodie. Exhaustion seeps from his voice.
"Hi, handsome." You soothe, hand reaching out to toy with the curls at the nape of your boyfriend's neck. They're still damp from his post-practice shower, the smell of his body wash sweet and heady in your nose. "How was practice?"
He lets out a long suffering sigh, leans into your touch, "Stressful. The team isn't where we need to be for the playoffs. Coach made sure to let us know how angry he is about it."
You hum softly, scoot closer to James on the sofa until you're practically in his lap. James likes touch, he likes the connection, the intimacy, the weight of your body on top of his. You're happy to indulge him, the flowers that your boyfriend brings about your rib cage blossoming as his arm wraps around your middle, hoists you fully onto his lap. "What does he expect, you know? Half of his team graduated out, last year. He only has a couple of you guys left and the rest are freshmen." You try to justify James, but it seems the reminder only further sours his mood.
"Yeah, try telling him that. He thinks everyone is just born to be in the NHL, that these guys should already be up to standard, that they don't need the same exact training and coaching that we got." James' voice is thick with coiling tension, even if his muscles seem to be relaxing under you.
You smooth the baby hairs under your fingers, tilting your head until his eyes meet yours, "You're their captain, baby," You smile, "I bet they'd listen to it a lot better coming from you. They like you, look up to you. You be their coach if coach isn't going to step up."
Your boyfriend smiles, the sun peeking through storm clouds. A glimpse of your Jamie. He leans forwards, lips soft and gentle as he presses them to yours. He hums into the kiss, hands squeezing your hips. "Thanks."
"Anytime, handsome."
"How was your day?" James asks, feet stretching out to sit atop the coffee table.
You'd scold him if you weren't so busy quelling the beating of your heart. Any kiss from James sends you reeling, has done since the first time in freshman year. You don't think you'll ever get over the fact that he's your boyfriend. That he loves you as you love him, that you'll grow old and grey together. It never quite feels real.
"Good. Productive. We have a project due for McGonagall's class on Wednesday so I just worked on that most of the day." You don't feel the need to mention that you pointedly worked alone on your half of the project, but James frowns at your words and you know he's going to ask.
"You worked alone?"
"Yeah." You should probably say more, but James has a shorter fuse than Sirius does in general when it comes to you and you don't feel like unleashing all two hundred pounds of ice-hockey muscle onto the arrogant asshole who won't leave you alone.
James' thumb rubs steady circles into the fat of your thigh, his brows hooked upward in the middle a blatant sign of his confusion, "Your group have left you to do all the work?"
"No," You shake your head, "It was just easier to do my part on my own."
James doesn't say anything, but it's clear that he's waiting for you to go on. You sigh through your nose, head falling to rest on your boyfriend's shoulder, "One of the guys in my group has been hitting on me pretty regularly."
"What?" James asks around a swallow, voice hoarse. His muscles tense under you, his thumb pausing it's soothing measures on your thigh.
You shrug, "He keeps saying how he'd treat me right, how a 'pretty girl like me' deserves better. It's all bullshit, so I chose to work myself and just send the rest of the group my sections."
"Right."
It's odd, the way your body reacts to a single word as though it were a slap in the face. Your stomach sinks because you realise James isn't angry. He isn't itching to pound the guy's face into the ground and he isn't insisting you allow him to fix the problem, himself. You remove your head from James' shoulder, find him pale faced and distant. He looks lost, nauseous. "Jamie?"
James shrugs, eyes cold, "What?"
"'Right.'? That's all you have to say to that? What's wrong?" You ask, drawing further away the colder the look in James' eyes gets.
"What would you like me to say? That he might be right?" There's a clipped edge to your boyfriend's voice that you've never heard before, that jolts your body into fight or flight mode quicker than you'd care to admit.
You remove yourself from James' lap, confusion evident on your face as you settle to face him on the coffee table. His feet meet the ground with a thud as he moves to stand. Your hand flies out, a firm grip on his knee that begs him not to move. James gives you a sad look as he complies, fidgets with the draw strings on his jogging bottoms. "You think he has a point?" You ask.
James nods, lips pursed, eyes avoiding yours so evidently it angers you.
"Why?"
Your boyfriend shrugs again, tips his head back and lets out a groan, "You know at the end of this year I'm going to be drafted, right? I'm going to have to move across the country, probably, I won't have a choice in the matter and neither will you."
"We've had this argument before, James. I'm going wherever you go. I don't care where it is! It could be fucking Antartica and I'd still go." Your voice sounds less stern than you'd intended, but James softens slightly at your words.
"But you shouldn't have to just pick up your life and move because of me. You deserve someone who can give you stability and all of their time. I can't." James leans forwards until his elbows are resting on his knees, his face so close to yours you can feel his breaths.
It's an age-old argument, one you and James used to have often in the beginning. Before you knew that you wanted James in your life forever, back when he was trying to push you away with everything he had because he didn't want to risk falling in love with you and having to leave you, one day. The argument lessened the longer you were together, decisions made. You'd made up your mind the day James told you he loved you that you'd follow him anywhere, that you'd give up anything and everything to just be with him.
"I don't want anyone else. I don't care where we are in this world, James. I want you. That's all." You reach for him, thumbs swiping under his eyes in steady motions.
He takes a breath, closes his eyes under your touch. "I can't help but feel I'm asking you to sacrifice more than I'm worth."
And that just won't do. You clamber back onto his lap, legs on either side of his hips and chase his eyes. They're dark in the dim light of the living room, a deep brown filled with fear. "You're worth everything, Jamie. Everything." You tell him. And you mean it.
James swallows, nods. His arms wrap around you, pull you to him until he's falling back into the softness of the couch. "I love you." He tells you, vulnerable as you've ever heard him.
Flowers bloom all along the crevices of your rib cage, pull taught until you're so overflowing with love and happiness that all you can think to do is kiss him. He chases your lips when you pull back, a smile toying at the corner of his mouth. "I love you too, Jamie."
"So you're not gonna leave me for that guy in your Psych class?" He asks, a twinkle in his eye that lets you know he's kidding.
You laugh, loud and obnoxious and your boyfriend swallows it with a world-ending kiss.
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Title: Traditions
Rating: PG
Prompt: Summer from @wolfstarmicrofic
Word count: 295
Summary: Against Remusâs advice, Sirius continues a tradition with Harryâs son.
I am writing a fic for each of the prompts this month. You can read all of them here.
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Remus did not look happy. Sirius sighed, knowing why his husband was so upset. It was the same complaint, all these years later.
âItâs freezing,â said Remus.
âLetâs not ruin this for Jamie, okay?â Sirius muttered.
They were at the ice hockey rink. Sirius, eager to get James onto the rink as soon as possible like he had done all those years ago with Harry, had studiously ignored Remusâs suggestion that maybe they should try a childrenâs bicycle track first.
Sirius sniffed. His ice hockey medals counted as much as Remusâs cycling ones did.
They turned to where a tiny James stood next to his father, his hand nervously gripping the seam of Harryâs jeans. âAre you sure about this?â asked Harry, watching his son who had not spoken ever since Sirius had placed him into a tiny pair of skates.
âOf course!â said Sirius, who kneeled and held his arms out wide. âCome on, buddy, come to me,â he coaxed.
James turned his wide eyes from Sirius up to his father who sighed and picked James up. âMaybe we should try the bike track, instead,â Harry suggested, slightly hesitantly, as he knew what would happen next.
âOh, of course youâll take Mr Summer Olympianâs side,â said Sirius, standing up and shaking his head. Remus raised an eyebrow at his husband but Sirius held a hand up, not interested in the no-doubt sound logic Remus would spout.
Across the rink, James was now squirming in Harryâs arms. âDaddy,â James whined, âMoo Moo!â he said, as he pointed at Remus. Harry set him down and Sirius watched open-mouthed as James shakily skated to a now-kneeling Remus who pulled him into a bear hug, exclaiming how proud he was of James.
âTraitors, all of you,â muttered Sirius.
#ao3#harry potter fanfic#sirius black#remus lupin#harry potter#james potter II#ice hockey#cyclist#summer#olympics#microfic#drabble#series: wolfstar olympics microfics
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guys, any rec for a fic with regulus ice skater and james hockey player?
#marauders era#the marauders#regulus black#james potter#marauders fic#jegulus#starchaser#sunseeker#ice skating#hockey
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finally reading vaincre and im giggling
hello hello pandora
#vaincre#lumosinlove#marauders#sweater weather#wolfstar#regulus black#pandora lovegood#pandora rosier#sirius black#the black brothers#remus lupin#ice hockey#nhl#o'knutzy#jily#james potter#lily evans#finn o'hara#logan tremblay#leo knut#kasey winter#alex o'hara#natatlie#shes my bae#idk theres lots more characters#pascal dumais#i wish he was my dad#anyways#i love pandora shes so fucking funny
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does anyone know what fic Iâm thinking of?
It was a marauders are hockey players and reg used to play and now heâs working some office job? theyâre in a school and Evan and regulus are roommates x Remus is deaf. I THINK Mary and lily are together? BUT LILY AND JAMES WERE DATING FOR A LITTLE WHILE!! and barty and Evan used to date but they broke up but Iâm pretty sure they still love each other?
I canât remember the name and I got halfway through before all of my tabs got removed đ
#barty crouch jr#dorcas meadowes#evan rosier#jegulus#lily evans#marauders#marlene mckinnon#mary macdonald#marylily#dorlene#sirius black#remus lupin#peter pettigrew#james potter#pandora rosier#regulus black#regulus black is a little shit#james potter is the sun#ice hockey#fanfic#fanfiction#ao3
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i think i just saw irl evan rosier and barty crouch jr in my rink tonight đđ they were even amazing at skating!! THEN, i saw a dude who was fucking SUPERB who looked like james. he even had the GLASSES
(one reason why i made the fanfic that i have created)
#they were also friends#so im a bit confident with my statement#marauders#james potter#evan rosier#barty crouch jr#rosekiller#figure skating au#ice hockey au
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CHAPTER THREEEEE !!!!
Sirius knows, and Sirius regrets.
This Olympics Sirius has a plan.
Heâs sure Orion, Walburga, and Regulus all have their own plans when it comes to his return to France.
Heâs a Black, after all. That's all they do. Scheme after scheme, plan after plan.
It had 4 main steps:
1.) talk to his brother again beg for forgiveness
2.) win the Olympics/wait for reg to turn 21
3.) steal all of his things (mainly his medical files)
4.) get him on that plane back to the UK
It was simple. Foolproof even.
A plan for fools.
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ff: The Ice Feels Colder Without You, by FlowerLikeLotus
#james potter#regulus black#remus lupin#sirius black#jegulus#ao3 fanfic#hp fandom#marauders era#ao3#marauders fandom#marauders fanfiction#marauders fic#ai generated#ai artwork#ai image#figure skating#ice hockey#barty crouch jr#evan rosier
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marauders ice hockey headcanons i have and need to get off my chest:
James is the youngest on the team and was drafted last for his team, his dream is to eventually get drafted into NHL if he's lucky
When Sirius was first drafted he insisted Remus be drafted to and refused to join until Remus was
Remus became their designated team goalie after one match as he wasn't afraid to injure himself to keep the other team from scoring
Barty has been on time out the most out of everyone and is the most aggressive on the team
Marlene and Evan are both the fastest players and typically team up on whoever has the puck on the opposite team to fuck with them
James is by far the strongest and has flipped someone on the ice beforeâon accident, sort of
Their team colours are black and red
Marlene tends to get a lot of shit for being the only girl but not only do the boys stand up for her when this happens, but she has been known to get very physical with anyone twice her size or not for talking shit
Their after parties when they win are INSANE
James was a bit of a player the first couple years of playing since their University was very proud and supportive of their team, but then he met Regulus and he immediately forgot anyone else he had been seeing
Frank Longbottom is the team captain
Their jersey numbers are: Sirius - 17, Marlene - 24, James - 13, Evan - 21, Remus - 33, Barty - 69 (obviously)
Sirius was trained in figure skating before ice hockey, as was Regulus, so his warm ups tend to be spins and speeding round the rink
The fights usually start because someone has hit or tackled Remus and the entire team will turn on that other player if this happens
Speaking of, Sirius has targeted players for hitting Remus in the past
James always blows a kiss to Regulus before a match
Marlene has Dorcas' lucky number as her jersey number
Evan is the best at skidding on the ice to stop
Barty tends to skid a lot on the ice to tackle people
Barty has also lost a tooth to a fight on the iceâhe was proud of it
#idk if people will like these but ive been thinking about it all day#the marauders#james potter#sirius black#remus lupin#barty crouch jr#evan rosier#marlene mckinnon#random hc#ice hockey hc#also i know nothing but the BASIC rules of ice hockey dont come for me
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Ik it doesnât make sense at all but in my head James Potter is amazing at every sport, like he just loves all sports and always has motivation, and talent, for them.
Maybe he got the muddy, hands in dirt, playing in the rain, speed, stamina, side from Monty and the adrenaline, need to be great, power, skill, side from Effie.
Or maybe itâs just greatness he always had, but in my head under whatever circumstances he is just good at sports
#james potter#athletic james potter#quidditch#rugby#football#ice hockey#basketball#volleyball#baseball#skiing#boxing#marauders#marauders era#the marauders#sports#marauders hc#marauders headcanon#james potter headcanon#prongs#effie and monty#monty potter#effie potter#euphemia potter
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JAMES POTTER | 04:01 â¤ALWAYS SAFE
SUM. : you bring james his lunch that you cooked yourself and almost get injured
G. : fluff ; modern au ; muggle au ; ice hockey player james ; girlfriend reader ; very angry james ; protective james ; team training ; drill accidents ; reader being caring and sweet ; reader is wifey material ; james is husband material
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NOT PROOFREAD OR EDITED
âJames!â you shout across the rink, standing by one of your boyfriendâs coaches, Richard, whoâs become like an uncle to you. The hockey captain doesnât stop, however, unable to hear past the whistling wind by his ears atop his thick and sturdy headgear.
âGonna have to shout louder than that, little lady ,â the older man chuckles, adjusting the cap on his head of silvering hair.Â
You ponder to yourself for a moment before smirking, which makes Richard arch a curious brow at you, âDarling!â The instant you call across the ice rink, you see Jamesâ head whip towards you before he grins widely behind the front guard of his head gear. Behind him, the rest of his team come to a skidding halt and also look over to your waving and cheering figure. Youâve become quite familiar with all of his teammates and they love to tease their captain for being so head over heels for you so the team begin snickering to themselves, some even cheekily whistling and nudging at James who pays them no mind, his sole focus fixed onto you.
âBaby!â he cheers, delight and excitement evident in his voice before he speeds his way over to you. Richard whistles for the rest of the team to run short drills while the âlovely coupleâ have their lunch.Â
âIâm sorry for being late,â you gnaw at your bottom lip regretfully, a guilty look taking over your expression as James hurriedly takes off his headgear and gloves, revealing his sweat-soaked locks matted down and clinging onto his forehead, âRichard told me you didnât eat anything-â because you wanted to wait for meâŚ
âDonât worry about it,â James says gently, his smile just as bright but much softer as he takes in your sweet expression. Thereâs so much love in his gaze, you feel your own heart bursting at the seams to attempt at reciprocating his adoration. James brings a finger under your chin and lifts your gaze to meet his kind stare; even though he appears sweaty, dishevelled and rugged from training, heâs just as handsome as ever, âyou sounded really excited over the phone about cooking my lunch for me,â a heat crawls up your neck and explodes across your cheeks as James grins, his eyes staring lovingly at you, âand I was just as excited to eat what you so graciously cooked instead of the canteen food here,â James giggles to himself, dopey and carefree, âyou cooked it just for me~ Iâm so lucky~âÂ
You returned his wide grin and felt yourself losing your will to hide his surprise. He didnât know it but you were only late because you went and bought his favourite treacle tart from his favourite bakery across town. Â
âActually~â you begin to reach down so that you can present the bakery take out box when you suddenly see James pull back, his spine fully erect as his eyes and ears become fully alert. The words were on your tongue, ready to question his odd behaviour when he suddenly shoots his arm up to the side; just as you were beginning to register a faint whistle in your ear, it was followed by a resounding WHHHIIIIP!
In Jamesâs stretched out hand was a hockey puck. And it was on a one way course of high velocity towards you. Seeing this, anger flares up like the fuse of an explosive ready to violently detonate in Jamesâs eyes.
âSHEâS! MY! FUCKING! GIRLFRIEND! WATCH IT! YOU FAT FUCK!â Jamesâs booming voice cuts through the air and silences all activity on the rink, not only that but he was easily able to narrow down the perpetrator of the hazardous stray puck, â...WELL?!! SAY SOMETHING YOU DICK!â you look past Jamesâs figure and lock eyes with guilty brown pools, likely the offender of your potential accident.
âS-sorry,â you hear his teammate stutter, which you accept with a small nod and place a gentle hand on Jamesâs arm, attempting to calm him down and bring his attention back to you. As he slowly turns to you again, James slams the puck to the ground and kicks it away with his ice skate.Â
âAre you okay, angel?â James asks, his voice soft and kind, a complete contrast to the booming, angry shout he just projected.Â
âIâm perfectly fine,â your warm voice visibly soothes the hockey team captain and he rests his forehead against yours with a sigh of relief, â...accidents happen James, please donât lash out on the poor g-â
âAccident or not, hurting youâ almost hurting you is deserving of a beat down from hell,â
Looking into his hostile but worried hazel eyes, you silently express your objection alongside some appreciation too. Youâre thankful for his worry, his aggression over your safety even makes your heart flutter but heâs better than any violence. It takes a moment but James finally sighs and nods, a silent promise to watch himself and stay civil.Â
Smiling softly, you lean up to kiss his lips, âthank you for saving me,â his lips smile against yours.Â
âYouâre always safe with me, princess,â
NAVI.
A/N : im a bit rusty on writing since i havenât been able to write for a while from stressful home stuff but hereâs me trying to get back into it with another ice hockey james au (inspired by another tiktok). hopefully, this will get me in the headspace to write good requests from my milestone event.
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đđ đđđ đđđ: Chapter One.
After breaking your ankle in the wake of a break up, you're determined to get through your senior year without any interference from James Potter. That is, until his loyalty to loose cannon Sirius Black lands him straight in your lap. Or, rather, your kiddie-skate group.
CW: Language, mentions of broken bones, blood, physical violence.
I can't believe it's finally here. Enjoy, lovelies :)
James Potter
Thereâs five minutes left in the final period. Gryffindor are down by one and James refuses to start the season on a loss. Heâd settle for a draw. But he will not allow his team to lose to Slytherin. Call him superstitious but losing the first game of the season is a grey cloud of doom that will follow them all year long and thereâs nothing James Potter wants more than to bring Gryffindor to their fourth frozen four win in a row. Especially in his first year as captain. So, call him hell bent. James prefers motivated, competitive.
Theyâre due a line change. Sirius is losing steam and Remus has been favouring his left skate a little too much for Jamesâ liking. Five seconds and the juniors will switch them out. But James has the puck, is trying to keep Mulciber as far away from his coat tails as possible, but Sirius canât keep up. His eyes are on Remus, further up the ice, chasing Snape whoâs making a break directly for James.
James bangs his stick against the ice, calls Siriusâ name. But itâs too late. Mulciberâs stick collides with the side of his skate at the same time Remus and Snape crash into him from the front. Itâs an illegal play and the Slytherinâs know it. But it doesnât stop the yell Snape lets out the minute heâs back on the ice, demanding the ref penalise Remus for shoving him into James. Sirius is there in a second, gloves dropped to the ice and his fingers curled around Snapeâs cage. âThat was illegal, and you know it, Snivellus.â Sirius grits out, pushing the Slytherin player back by his head.
Snape tumbles, the ref watches closely. Jamesâ eyes fly to the board. Theyâre about to line change, the buzzer has paused, but if Sirius doesnât play this right, heâll still be in the sin bin by the time the buzzer goes. They need him for that final minute. âPads, relax.â James warns his best friend.
Sirius Black is notorious for being The Loose Canon of the NCAA. Itâs a strength and a weakness, James supposes. A lot of the lesser teams in the league give him a wide berth when playing Gryffindor. Between Sirius, Remus, and James, they have their routine for winning down-pat. But with Slytherin, itâs always a coin toss. They know how to rile Sirius, have him bench riding for the majority of the game. Itâs what theyâre doing now. James realises he mightâve been the one to get floored by Snape and Mulciber, but that attack was aimed specifically at Sirius.
Sirius who was supposed to be protecting James. Sirius who was too busy looking at Remus.
âShouldâve been keeping a better eye on your captain, Black.â Mulciber antagonises. His smirk is knowing, goading. James sighs and accepts his fate a mere second before Sirius is on Mulciber, helmet skittering across the ice.
Thereâs an evil crack from Mulciberâs nose. Blood seeping over the white ice like some sort of sick omen for the rest of the season. James looks around him, watches as the rest of the Slytherinâs approach, locks eyes with Remus. Thereâs an understanding there. Theyâre fucked. Royally. So, they might as well give Sirius a hand. James screws his eyes shut, gives himself a single second to prepare for the reaming Coach Moody is going to give him, then grabs Severus Snape, Slytherin captain, by the neckline of his jersey and punches him so hard he crumples to the ice like an empty water bottle.
The ref blows the whistle repeatedly, the team members on each bench cheer and bang their sticks against the boards. The crowd roars. And while James registers this is definitely not how he wanted the season to begin â fighting off Slytherinâs because of Sirius Blackâs short fuse temper â heâs still so glad to be fucking back.
Alistor Moody isnât a pleasant man to look at. Heâs burly, with thin strands of straw-coloured hair and a glass eye that seems to swivel of its own accord. As though itâs come loose. The rumour is that the captain of his high schoolâs rival hockey team jabbed his stick into Moodyâs eye. He lost his scholarship, his career, and heâs been living up to his nameâs sake ever since. The man is moody. An old grump who James looks up to because his experience and no-excuses-attitude have helped Jamesâ team win three Frozen Four trophies. So, the idea of letting him down sits heavy on his chest. Regardless of his loyalty to Sirius, he regrets punching Snape in the face.
If only because his coach hasnât stopped screaming for twenty straight minutes and James really needs to get to his Econ class. Moody hadnât said anything after the game. Had been unnervingly quiet and the anxiety of such a reaction from him has sat heavy in Jamesâ chest ever since. Heâd known this was coming. But he wishes heâd had more time to prepare. Or, at the very least, warn Professor Flitwick that heâd be late.
Sirius is nonplussed. Has been since the fight. It should irk James. Should annoy him that theyâre seniors and Sirius is still pulling the same shit heâs been pulling since they were in little leagues. But he cuts him the slack he needs. Always has. Always will. Sirius isnât as simple as most people think he is. He comes from a shitty home with even shittier parents and a shitty fucking past. So, heâs quick to anger? James allows it because itâs how Sirius copes. But heâs really over the reaming itâs landed him from Moody.
âIâm serious, this shit ends now.â Moody points a finger at them. Sirius sniggers into his fist. A tale as old as time, that heâd laugh at such a sentence. Their coach chooses to ignore it, carries on with a defeated sigh. âDumbledore wanted you benched for the season. I talked him down to community service.â
âThatâs bullshit.â Siriusâ voice sounds bored, and James knows heâs already coming up with a million ways to avoid doing such a thing.
âNo, Black. Whatâs bullshit is that youâre still pulling this shit as a fucking senior. Youâre meant to be setting an example to the freshmen! And youâre starting fights for no goddamn reason.â Moody slams a fat hand down on the desk and James flinches.
Community service of any kind is a hockey playerâs worst nightmare. Especially at their level. They spend all their lives training, have barely any social life, and the time that they are allocated to actually have a life, now belongs to whatever sad sack community outreach programme needs their help. Itâs bullshit, Sirius is right. But James doesnât feel in any sort of position to argue with Moody, not when thereâs the threat of a suspension on the line.
âThe snakes started it! Mulciber couldâve broke Jamesâ leg with that swipe.â
Sirius has always been someone to argue with authority. James admires his passion, but itâs clear theyâre not getting out of this. Moody confirms his thoughts with a plain, âRegardless. You threw the first punch in an illegal fight. Started an all-out brawl. Your community service leaders will complete a sign in sheet each week. You miss a session; youâre benched at that weekâs game.â
James allows himself to let out a long, suffering sigh. Heâd started his senior year determined to actually put effort into his degree, as well as his captaincy. Now, heâs unsure how heâs going to balance everything. Fucking Sirius. âWhatâs the damage, then?â He asks.
The grin Alistor Moody gives Sirius and James is nothing short of pure evil. Heâs cynical. Jamesâ stomach sinks. âBlack, youâre headed to the library. Thereâs a student writing a thesis paper, needs help citing books and the likes. Youâll help with that on Tuesday afternoons and Thursday evenings.â
Sirius slumps in his seat, unimpressed. âFun.â
âPotter, youâre co-coaching mini-skate. Wednesday evenings and Sunday mornings.â Thereâs something in Moodyâs voice. Like he already knows what Jamesâ reaction is going to be, that he feels somewhat guilty about it.
The room spins, James feels like heâs going to throw up. The hairs on the back of his neck stand up and his heart races. Even Sirius sits up in his seat, eyes wide.
âMoody you canât make him do that. Let us switch.â Sirius begs as he leans forward.
The coach winces. âI tried. Dumbledore chose them specifically for each of you. Iâm sorry.â
Jamesâ mouth is too dry to talk. Not that he can think of any words to say, anyway. All he can think of is you. Your face when you find out who your new co-coach is. The way your heart will probably plummet like his did. He feels nauseous, too warm, too cold, heâs not sure. Last he saw you, you were crying in the passenger seat of his car, telling him how much you hated him. How you never wanted to see him again. He canât say he blames you. The thing about James is that heâs an idiot. He doesnât think things through. Lives in the moment, acts before he thinks because itâs what his hockey obsessed brain is trained to do. He ruined your trust and broke your heart because heâs an idiot. And now youâre being forced to co-coach with him.
He stands abruptly, excuses himself into the hallway outside Moodyâs office. Letâs the cool wall press against his too warm back, slams his head against the concrete. Sirius closes the door behind him, toe tapping anxiously against the linoleum. âGood?â He asks.
âNext time you start a fight, Sirius, remember this moment. Remember how uncomfortable this is going to make her. Remember that I canât not be your back up. Youâre my best friend and Iâll always have your back, no questions asked. But this? Please donât put me in this position again.â James tells Sirius.
Then, he turns and walks away. Down the hall, out of the sports administration building and towards his truck. All the while thinking about how much of a fucking idiot he is.
Sirius Black
Remus is running late. Not that Sirius minds, heâs grateful for the time alone. The time to think, to get his head straight. To digest Jamesâ words. His best friend, his captain. He let him down epically and he regrets it. He wishes he hadnât, but itâs not like he can help it. Thereâs something wrong with him. With the way his brain is wired. Itâs the in the blood that runs through his veins, that dark and twisted Black temper. Itâs a grey cloud over him, the itch in his bones. It never falters, never dulls. Heâs so angry all of the time, always on edge.
He wishes he werenât. Heâs trying not to be so much of a fucking mess. Itâs hard. To shake that darkness when itâs surrounded him so wholly for a lot of his life. He wants to be better, to do better. But there was something in Mulciberâs words at the game. An insinuation that made Siriusâ skin burn. He doesnât want to dissect it yet. Maybe heâs not ready to. But he does know that if he doesnât get his act together, heâs going to go from the NCAAâs biggest loose cannon to the NHLâs biggest loose cannon, and the Cannonâs will kick him faster than he can skate a lap. The irony isnât lost on him, with that one.
Sirius catches sight of Remus weaving his way through the car park and starts his carâs engine. Heâs trying not to show his limp. But whether Sirius wants to look into it or not, heâs acutely aware of how much he notices everything about Remus Lupin. Heâs point zero for Sirius. Heâs always tuned into him. Notices all of his winces, all of his tics, his moods. Even when theyâre not obvious. Itâs always been that way. Sometimes Sirius wonders if they share a brain simply because he acts without even having to think. Will grab the ice pack for Remus before he asks, turns the heat up on the heating pads without any comment from Remus. Knows if Remus hasnât taken his medicine, knows when heâs in pain. Itâs like a sixth sense.
He tries not to think about it, too much.
Sirius leans over and opens the door for Remus before his fingers can even brush the handle. He smiles as he climbs into the car, sets his backpack on the floor at his feet. Siriusâ heart returns to a normal pace. A pace he wasnât even aware was missing until Remus got into the car, a peaceful thrum of his heart. âDoctor Holme said Hey.â
âHow is my favourite Doctor?â Sirius asks as he pulls out of his parking space. Heâs never met Doctor Holme, but he communicates with her solely through Remus on the days he picks him up from his weekly check-ups.
âAdamant Iâm going to need a knee replacement if I donât cool it with the extra training hours that Iâve been putting in.â Remus grumbles, eyes following the ramp onto the highway as it speeds past.
Thereâs a lot of pressure on Remus. He was an early draft, before he even really left high school. Heâs a record holder. A big hockey name. Chosen before the full extent of such a demanding career took its toll on his body. Since freshman year, Remusâ muscle mass has deteriorated. He wonât have as long of a career as the average person in the NHL, but heâs determined to have what he can. Lately, itâs not looking like much. Not that Remus will tell Sirius exactly how bad it is. No, everything Sirius knows, he knows through observation. Or Lily.
Itâs not in Siriusâ nature to let other peopleâs lives affect his own. But heâs noticed that the idea of Remusâ illness getting worse makes his chest feel tight and his brain kick into problem solving mode. There are many open tabs on his laptop outlining rehabilitation therapy options, bone marrow transplants, clinical trials. If Remus saw them, heâd go crazy. He prefers to live in denial. Itâs the bane of Siriusâ existence.
âHe might have a point.â Sirius tells Remus as he flicks his blinker on, merges onto the highway.
St Mungoâs hospital is twenty minutes out from Hogwarts but itâs the best hospital within a hundred miles. So, Sirius drives Remus back and forth to his appointments when he can. When he canât, James takes him. Or Lily. Itâs an unspoken agreement between the four of them. Remus had once tried to hide his appointments from them. It hadnât ended well.
Remus scoffs. âI know he has a point, Padfoot. But if Iâm not at the top of my game next year, how is that going to look?â
Thereâs an edge to Remusâ voice that alerts Sirius to danger. Theyâre similar, in a lot of ways. Nasty tempers and even nastier words. Except, Remus keeps his temper off the ice. Sirius has no control over his.
âMoody gave us community service.â Sirius switches the subject with ease as he switches into the lane closest to the exit ramp for Hogwarts.
âJames told me, yeah.â Remus nods, shifting to face Sirius.
He swallows thickly. Of course, James called Remus after their meeting this morning. Of course, he needed someone to talk it through with. A reasonable source of advice. Because Sirius is aware he has no advice of value for the situation James finds himself in. The situation Sirius put him in.
âI feel like shit. He looked like a kicked puppy.â Sirius hates letting James down. Sure, heâs his captain and that should be enough. But James is Siriusâ best friend. His soul mate, his safe space. The person heâs been running to since he could run. James is strong and safe, heâs loyal down to his fucking bones. What had Sirius expected when he started that fight? For James to watch it happen?
He should have known. After all this time, he should have fucking known.
âJames is a big boy; he knew the consequences when he punched Snape.â Remus speaks softly to Sirius. Like he knows the shame spiral heâs in and wants to help pull him out. James isnât the only protector Sirius knows.
Where James is fair in his protectiveness, Remus often throws caution to the wind. Heâs fierce in his loyalty. Sometimes to a fault. Like Sirius.
âYou know James as well as I do. I jump, he jumps.â Sirius sighs, defeated. âI should have let it go. I knew they were trying to get me on the bench, and I still let them get to me.â
Remus hums, nods his head in a fair agreement. Sirius looks over at him for a second. Just one second before his eyes return to the road. His eyes are sweet and understanding. A sticky honey colour that Sirius finds he likes a lot.
âMaybe.â Remus mumbles, fingers reaching up to rub at the scar above his lip. A tic. A nervous one, born from Siriusâ eyes on him.
Sirius laughs. âMaybe?â
Remus laughs too, head tilted back, and the sound is so light and easy it breathes fresh life into Siriusâ lungs. Lifts the residual anxiety sitting heavy in his chest as they pull up to the house. âOkay,â He breathes, âYou definitely should have walked away from that fight. But you didnât. So now you just have to get on with it.â
âYeah. Thanks.â He looks over at Remus.
Remus smiles. Itâs quick and fleeting, a smile that Sirius knows is reserved only for him. It warms his cheeks as he smiles back.
âYou want dinner?â Remus asks as they pull into the empty drive.
James isnât home, his parking space void of his stupidly oversized truck.
âDepends, whatâre you making?â Sirius grabs Remusâ bag from the footwell, climbs out of the car.
Remus laughs, âA phone call. For pizza.â
Sirius moans from behind Remus, whoâs fumbling with his keys for the front door, âYou know how to talk dirty to me, Moony.â
Remus scoffs, âYou couldnât handle my dirty talk, Black.â
And, well. Sirius doesnât think he has an answer for that.
You
You shouldnât be surprised, in all honesty. Youâve been expecting him to attempt some sort of damage control since youâd spoken to Madame Pince, this morning. That conversation had gone over like a lead balloon; the exact reason youâre still skating. Two hours after your training ended. Even though the Zamboni guy is giving you a look suitable to someone who kicked his cat. Even though your ankle is throbbing, and Medic Pomfrey would chastise you for not taking a break. Youâre technically not out of the woods yet, as she likes to remind you every chance she gets. Your ankle might be healed but you still have a lifetime of physiotherapy, it feels.
Skating is an out. Itâs peace. Makes you feel free, like flying. Itâs rare, these days, to skate for fun. For the enjoyment of the feeling that it gives you. Youâve been skating since you could walk. Competing since the minute you were old enough, talented enough. Eventually, skating for fun became a rarity. You love the sport with every bit of your beating heart. But itâs nice to stop the constant ebb and flow of anxiety, of competitiveness, and just exist on the ice.
James is sitting on the team benches, watching. Thereâs a sadness to him that youâd like to punch from his stupidly handsome face. So, you ignore him. Keep to the far side of the ice until your ankle is screaming at you to stop. James stands when you approach the bench, hands your water bottle over the board. It weighs heavy on you, the feeling of normalcy that such an action would once hold. It feels like an age ago that he would watch your practices, cheer for you even when he was the only one in the crowd. You snatch the bottle from his hand, take a drink while you wait for him to say something.
âPince told you.â He states. Thereâs a hesitance on his face, readable in his body language. Heâs flighty, unsure of how youâre going to react.
You hate that heâs unsure of how to act around you. Hate even more that itâs warranted. Youâve changed, over the summer. Made promises to yourself that no one will ever make you feel the way James made you feel, ever again. That breakup cost you nationals, last year. The heartache was a distraction. One that could have cost you your career. You refuse to let it happen again.
âShe did. Youâre here to do damage control, right? Tell me that you didnât get to choose your community service. Tell me that Sirius started that fight, and you had no choice but to finish it. That youâre sorry, that you donât want to make me uncomfortable. If youâre feeling extra sorry for yourself, you might even offer to take the suspension if it makes me more comfortable. That sound right?â You ask, face bored, arms crossed.
Hurt flashes in Jamesâ eyes. Big and hazel coloured and stupidly kind, even now. âSounds right, yeah.â His voice is thick, quiet.
James is usually the loudest voice in the room. Filled with laughter and a boyish charm that sunk itâs hooks into you and never quite let go. Itâs odd, to hear him so quiet.
âSave it. Be on time, on Wednesday. Weâll figure it out as we go.â You tell him, gesturing for him to pass you your skate guards.
He does, wordlessly. Letâs you put them on and pass him through the box. Youâre almost out of the plastic rink door when he calls after you. Every bone in your body tells you to keep walking, that nothing good will come from the desperation in his voice, the plea of your name. But you stop, turn. His gaze is burning, creates a lump in your throat that feels impossible to swallow. Your skin itches, your eyes water. The thing is, itâs still fresh. Itâs easy to tell yourself that James is a person of your past when heâs not standing in front of you looking like a kicked puppy.
âIâm sorry. For everything.â He speaks.
âNo, James,â You sigh, âYouâre sorry that you feel like shit.â
He doesnât respond. Looks like maybe the words have gotten lost in his throat. So, you leave him there, wet, hot tears falling down your cheeks the minute youâre gone from his line of vision. He doesnât call after you, this time. Â
And you hate the small part of you that wishes he would.
Lily is at the kitchen table when you find her. Not that it takes you long. Your apartment is the size of a shoe box, the maximum you could afford as close to campus as it is. Itâs a mismatch of your dĂŠcor and Lilyâs, an eclectic mix that somehow works. There are books crammed on every surface, picture frames on every wall, odd, contrasting ornaments collected over the years. Itâs a home, despite its small nature. A safe space where you can both leave the stress of your chosen careers at the door. Rare, is that the case, though.
Your skates thud against Lilyâs recent thrift shop find; a cream and maroon rug that youâd call nothing short of an atrocity. The red head looks up from her laptop at the noise, blue light glasses halfway down her freckled nose. There are papers, pens, books, and cups of tea scattered all around her like some sort of tornado passed through the apartment. She, at least, looks apologetic about the mess. Thereâs no need, though. Youâre both aware of the stress Lily is under this year.
âHave you eaten?â You ask, collecting the discarded mugs from around her and placing them in the sink.
Lily thanks you but shakes her head. Sheâs prone to forgetting sheâs human and, in fact, needs food to survive. If she could, sheâd survive off of tea and coffee, alone. You flick the kettle on to boil, pull a fresh mug from the cupboard. Itâs one of Lilyâs finds, a quirky handmade mug covered in oddly painted strawberries. She has a soft spot for the odd finds, the things someone once loved and then left to rot in the back of a thrift store. You think she should investigate that, psychologically. Lily claims she will, just when she has a spare minute.
âYou want a sandwich and some chips? Something that wonât go cold when you inevitably forget it exists for three hours.â You offer, throwing a decaf tea bag into the strawberry mug and praying your best friend wonât notice.
âYouâre so good to me. Yes, thank you.â
âOh, I know.â You smile.
Lily doesnât say much during the first couple bites of her sandwich. Judging on how it goes the opposite of forgotten, you assume she hasnât eaten all day. If this is her at the beginning of the semester, you dread to see her during finals.
Her laptop discarded to the side; she picks at her chips. âRemus called a little while ago.â Her voice is laden with guilt.
You sigh, push your half empty plate towards one of her discarded textbooks. âLet me guess, it was a welfare check.â
Lily scoffs. âMore like an SOS call. He wanted to know how mad you are at him. Told him you were a couple hours late home from practice so, like, astronomically mad.â
âNot at him.â You protest, rather childishly.
âNo, not at him. I told him as much. You know what heâs like. He worries. Heâs trying to balance it all. We all are.â Lily tells you softly, a crooked smile that reassures you sheâs not mad about having to do it.
You wish things werenât as awkward as they seem to be, currently. Lily and Remus grew up together, much like Sirius and James. Remus knowing both Lily and James is how you met your ex-boyfriend. You were a group. Close knit as can be. And youâre all still trying to figure out how to navigate that now things have changed. Itâs exactly what you feared when you and James started dating. It was silly to believe his promise that nothing would ever change. That youâd never lose him.
Lily reaches a hand across the table, freckled fingers wiggling until you place your hand in hers. Her eyes soften, head nodding to show sheâs listening.
âHe came to the rink.â You tell her.
Surprise passes across her face. âIs that why you were so late?â
âNo,â You shake your head. âNo, he came right as I was leaving. Was planning on taking the suspension if it meant Iâd be more comfortable and wouldnât have to coach with him.â
Lily scoffs, âClassic James.â
You nod in agreement. For all James is an idiot who doesnât think things through, heâs incredibly selfless. You think thatâs why your breakup hurts so much. Because you want to hate him, itâd be so easy to hate him. But heâs a genuinely good guy who sometimes fucks up.
âI wish heâd stop putting everyone else first. Sirius flies off the handle and James chases right after him like heâll die if he doesnât. And I get it, he feels responsible for Sirius. Itâs complicated. But I wish heâd just let Sirius deal with his shit on his own, for once.â You feel guilty for saying it as soon as you do, but you know Lily gets it.
Everyone does. Even Sirius.
His past is mostly privy between James and Sirius. But you know the gist.
âI know. They wonât get away with that shit in the League.â Lily agrees.
You sigh, long and suffering. Itâs not your problem. At least, it shouldnât be. If the fight that started this hadnât landed James right in your lap and made it your problem.
âWhatâre you working on?â You ask, âAnything I can help with?â
Lily chuckles lightly, hands you a heavy stack of paper. âYou could highlight all the paragraphs detailing anything to do with cell breakdown. But be warned, itâll bore the shit out of you.â
You shrug, reaching over to grab Lilyâs standard green highlighter. Itâs her signature. Like Banksy. âA welcomed distraction, Lils.â
âFair enough.â
And you both get to work.
#marauders#james potter#sirius black#remus lupin#marauders fic#james potter fic#sirius black fic#remus lupin fic#wolfstar#ice hockey!james#ice hockey fic#marauders ice hockey#james potter fluff#james potter smut#james potter angst#james potter x reader#james potter x f!reader#ice hockey!james potter#marauders era fic#marauders angst
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May I askâŚ.. WHERE IS MY JEGULUS HOCKEY/ICE SKATING AU?
ummâŚ. sry for the outburst. I think it was necessary. someone write this cuz i canât plssss.
#james potter#regulus black#mauraders#harry potter#wolfstar#remus lupin#70s#all the young dudes#atyd#jegulus#hockey au#ice skating au#enimes to lovers#fanfic#grrr
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went ice skating for the first time in like a year- and i forgot how much i loved it. the euphoria from being able to go that fast and just glide is like no other
definitely going to be drawing remus and sirius or james and regulus hockey player/ice skater au at some point because it makes me very hapy :>>
#marauders#marauders era#marauders au#remus lupin#sirius black#wolfstar#james potter#regulus black#ice skating#ice hockey#figure skating#txt#fanart#jegulus#all of my art is self indulgence shhh
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