#maraduers au

[sharkyboiiisworld]

Did I actually spend my entire afternoon reading a 100+ posts tweeter story about famous Jegulus AU????? Yes. Yes I did. And they were the best hours I have ever spend in my life. ✨

Thank you @ccccatttta, I aspire to be like you, please never die, I love you /p 😭🫶💖

[pretty-little-mind33]

Ice Hockey James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: You wait for your boyfriend after his game — 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. 

"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. 

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. 

"Shit," James groans, "I forgot my gloves in the locker room," 

You drop his hand and turn around, crossing your arms. "Are you seriously making me wait for you longer than I already have?" 

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. 

"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. 

"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 — 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 dorm—not 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 should…"

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." 

Something snaps inside him and that's when he kisses you. 

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. 

"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. 

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."  

"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?" 

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?" 

"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!!)

[wreckofawriter]

Lucky Charm

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pairing: james potter x reader

summary (request by @delusionalcancer): hello! I was wondering if you could do a James Potter fiction where he has a very important quidditch match and begs you to go but you can’t so he is really sad but midway through he sees you in the crowd and gets super happy? Sorry if requests are closed!

word count: 5k

warnings: weed, language, a tiny bit of angst, james calls you doll, no y/n (i think)

a/n: been really liking writing about quidditch recently lol. This is based on book!james who is a chaser not a seeker. its a bit cheesy but i think its cute

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The common room was never quiet after Gryffindor had a quidditch match. Even when you lost -a rare occasion- there would be a crowd of bitter fans, grumbling about an unfair call or an unlucky miss, late into the night. Usually quidditch brought life and excitement to Gryffindor, no matter the outcome. But today as students in red and gold shuffled up the marble staircases and through the portrait hole they were silent, even in large groups there was no more than a hushed nervous whisper among them. The usual complaints that followed a loss had been discarded and forgotten. 

It bothered you. It was uncanny and made you shift uncomfortably in your chair by the fireplace. A glance around told you that you weren't the only one feeling that way, an uneasy air had filled the room. 

The match had been a brutal one, even now the heavy drops pounded against the windows of the tower, the winds shifting and fighting, unable to decide which way to blow. The air was just cold enough to turn what should have been rain to sleet, sharp and cold. Many had been surprised that the match had even taken place, expecting it to be canceled due to such terrible conditions. But the heads of houses refused to back away from a challenge, and the Gryffindor team hardly seemed to mind. 

“Quidditch is played in any weather and every weather.” James had insisted, the morning before the match, “They won’t cancel a match for anything and I don't expect them to.” 

You had stared up at the enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall anxiously watching as chunks of hail were blown sideways uneasily, “I don’t think I even wanna go watch.” 

James' face dropped as soon as you said this, “What? No!” he exclaimed, “You have to come watch. You're my lucky charm!” 

And of course when he said that with his lips pulled into his signature boyish pout you couldn’t deny him anything. 

Gryffindor was the favorite to win this year's cup, as they were every year since James joined the house team. It wasn’t all him of course but he had something no one else seemed to possess; raw and unbridled talent. People often joked that he was born to ride a broom, but it was hardly a joke. James’ broom wasn’t something he rode, it was a part of him. It seemed to a spectator that he could hop onto it and tell it what to do with nothing but his mind. He was graceful and precise so casually it seemed as if he were hardly trying at all. Today's game against Slytherin had been a shoe in, an expected win.

Which is why the loss had come with such a heavy silence. You couldn’t deny that Slytherin thought ahead, they too had been expecting the rain and had been a bit smarter about it, casting a series of enchantments and charms onto their players, paying extra attention to their seeker. So while your team fumbled through heavy storm clouds bogged down by drenched robes, the Slytherins had a relatively easy time navigating the skies. With this advantage they had taken the opportunity to humiliate the Gryffindor team as much as possible. 

Their chasers played dirty, purposefully slamming into the Gryffidors and then claiming they simply had not seen them. Their beaters were ruthless as well, using their bats for hitting more than just bludgers, one of them had hit your new third year seeker, Aada Laine, straight between the eyes with their wooden bat, breaking her glasses in two and bloodying her nose.

James, who was so used to winning and doing it easily, took this bitter start to the match poorly. His anger had risen quickly leading to a number of unnecessary fowls that the Slytherin team took with great enthusiasm and by the time Regulus had caught the snitch right from under a near blinded Aada, Slytherin was already up 120 to 40. Perhaps it was just the shame of a horrible game but as James landed he had been angrier than you had ever seen him. His usually unruly hair plastered down across his skull from the rain, one of the lenses of his glasses was cracked and he was gripping his broom so tightly you had been surprised it had not snapped in two. 

His obnoxious parade that usually occurred after a match had not taken place, in fact he had not even glanced at where you, Sirius, and Remus stood waiting for him on the edge of the pitch. Instead he marched across the mucky grass straight towards the seeker.

She was sobbing uncontrollably despite the fact that her nose and glasses had both been fixed by Madame Hooch. A few other teammates stood around the young girl attempting to offer comfort. But when James reached her he did no such thing, in fact he snatched the broom from her hand and yelled so loudly that even over the whipping of the wind and the jeers of Slytherin you had heard him kick her off the team. The rest of the Gryffidors had made to protest angry shouts and bitter words thrown at James but he had simply marched across the field and into the changing room leaving Aada wailing even louder than before.

No one had seen James since, and as you sat quietly in the common room with the other students it began to seem like you were all waiting for him. Waiting for him to show up, all smiles and jokes, and everything would go back to normal. But as hours ticked by and he never showed it became clear this was not going to be the case. 

By dinner time the common room had almost completely cleared out. The die-hard fans retreated to bed while the rest of the house trooped miserably to the Great Hall preparing for the taunts and jeers from the Slytherin table across the hall. 

It was almost dark by the time Remus climbed through the portrait hole looking annoyed, but he grinned when he saw you. 

“No dinner?” You asked him and he shook his head sitting beside you. 

“Been out looking for James.” 

Your eyes widened, “You still haven't found him?” 

“No we did.” He assured you quickly, “He's just acting like a prick so I decided I wanted to come in and dry off.” 

“Makes sense,” you sighed, “he looked furious out there.” 

“Tell me about it.” Remus groaned slumping back, his wet robes soaking onto the couch as he kicked his feet up on the coffee table, “He’s sulking like a child out at the boat house.” 

“Oh, he’s very mature.” You chidded and you both grinned lightly. 

There was a moment of quiet and the fireplace snapped, a portrait yawning. 

“I don't suppose you could go get him?” Remus asked, looking up at you hopefully. 

You sighed expecting this, “What makes you think I could bring him to reason?” 

“You know how he is,” Remus said and he was right. You knew exactly how James was, earnest and genuine and proud. You thought about it for a minute, Remus eyeing you hopefully. Reluctantly you gave in. “Well I best go get him.” 

You mumbled complaints under your breath on your way down towards the lake, the enticing smell and warmth of the great hall taunting you as you passed. 

The trail to the boat house was muddied and steep. By the time you reached the bottom you were shivering and damp, glad for the cover it provided from the wind and rain. James was seated at the edge of one of the docks staring out across the lake. 

You sat next to him and he turned, “Oh.” he said, “I thought you were Sirius.”

You grimace, “Does my hair look that bad?” 

James' usual laugh didn’t follow and instead he cracked a small forced grin. 

You’re both quiet for a moment, the sound of the rain pounding onto the roof and splashing onto the water. 

“Congrats on the game by the way.” You say.

“What?” James looked at you bitterly, “That's not funny.”

You grin, “Yeah but you were, I’d stand out in that shit weather to watch you knock Connaham off his broom again.” 

James paused, “He scored because of that.” 

“Eh, whatever,” you shrug, “Totally worth it.” 

You were expecting a laugh but instead James just shook his head, “You don’t understand.” 

“Well then explain it to me.” You said, rolling your eyes playfully at him. 

“We’ve got absolutely no chance at the cup anymore.” He says fiercely. 

You shrug again, “Since when I thought we were favorites? You just lost one game.”

By the way James looks at you you can tell he's getting frustrated but you don't back off keeping his gaze lock with yours. 

“Ravenclaw hasn’t lost at all, and there's no way we're beating them by 230 points. We’d have to be 80 points up and catch the snitch.” 

“That doesn't mean impossible.” You point out and he glares. 

“You don't understand quidditch.”

“Says who?” you say and he shoots you a look, “Okay so what if I don't understand quidditch, I do understand that you're bloody good at it.” 

Your praise raises a genuine smile out of him for the first time that night. 

“Didn’t know you thought so highly of me.” He said, wiggling his brows. 

“Don't let it go to your head.” 

There's another pause in conversation and you take the opportunity to pull a small joint from the pocket of your robes.

James grins, “Ah so this is the reason you're out in the cold.”

“What? No! I'm here purely to comfort you.” You giggle, lighting it with the flick of your wand. 

He watches you out of the corner of his eye, the way your face lights up from the soft orange glow of burning hash. Your eyes sparkle and your lips pucker as you exhale. He finds it hard to look away but does so quickly when you turn to look at him. 

“Want some?” 

He nods and takes the joint from you grinning, “Thanks doll.” 

You flush at the pet name, something he called you a bit too often. 

The two of you pass it back and forth a couple times silently, watching the cold rain splatter onto the surface of the lake. 

“You should really apologize to Aada though.” You mumble the slight buzz of your high making your voice sound floaty. 

James doesn't say anything for a moment before he folds his arms stubbornly, “I was serious about that. She played like shit.” 

You furrow your brow, “You all did James, that's not fair.” 

Heat rises to his cheeks as shame bubbles in his stomach, “I don’t care if it's not fair. That snitch was four centimeters from her nose when Black caught it. She cost us the game.” 

“Her broken nose.” You fight back, “And it's a team sport, she screwed up yeah, but so did you.” 

Embarrassment flooded James' head in an angry red, “If it weren't for me it would have been a bloody blowout!” He snaps and you're taken aback, “I scored every damn point we had and youre saying I screwed up?” 

You look at him bitterly, “Yeah I am. You let yourself get all pissed off before the game was even up and your team fell apart. You're the captain, take some responsibility.” you scoff. 

James is now glowering, the softness of being high turned sharp and awkward, “You don’t even know what youre talking about.” 

“I may know nothing about quidditch James but I do know that making a little girl cry over a game is a prick move.” You spit. 

“It's not just a game!” He shouted at you so loud you flinched back. 

Your eyes are narrowed as you stand, “That's exactly what it is James, a game. And you let yourself get all worked up over it like a child.” 

He tenses as you speak, he feels as if someone had punched him in the gut when you look at him like that. But his pride takes over in a swoop and anger rises as he stands too, “What are you even doing down here?” He demands, “To smoke fucking weed and ‘comfort me’? You're not my bloody girlfriend!” 

You stop dropping your shoulders, he was right of course, you weren't his girlfriend. As much as everyone always seemed to assume you were, as much as you flirted and touched, sneaking off together into the night beneath his cloak. The two of you had always toed the line of intimacy but you had yet to cross it, something you lay awake thinking about most nights. 

“You're right.” You state firmly, “I don’t know what I’m doing down here.”  And you turn, throwing the roach onto the ground and stomping it out. You're back out into the night grateful, as the weather hides your tears. 

James doesn't follow though he bites his tongue harshly when you leave, wanting to call out, apologize and beg you to stay with him. But he doesn't, just watching you go with balled fists before he yells and swings at the stone wall.

The next morning is awkward when James makes it down to the great hall for breakfast, his hair messier than usual and dark circles under his eyes, the knuckles on his right hand scabbed.

The two of you sit on opposite sides of Sirius who carried the conversation on his back with great effort. 

“Godric, what is up with you two?” He asks finally, “You’re walking around like fuckin’ corpses.” 

“Nothing.” you shrug not meeting his eyes, “Just tired.” 

Sirius eyes you both, and then glances at Remus who is mentally praying for him to shut up. “Sure…”

You excuse yourself to head to Arithmancy and Sirius turns to James immediately, “So you guys finally shagged huh?” 

James sputters and Remus scoffs in disbelief. 

“That's not while you’re all awkward?” He gaped, “What the hell else could it be?” 

James grimaced, “We just… had an argument. “ 

“Don’t tell me it was over Quidditch.” Sirius says and James looks away, “Christ you're an idiot.” 

James just nods in agreement, letting his head rest in his arms. All of the anger he felt towards you had been replaced by regret over his sleepless night and now all he wanted was for you to smile at him, but you wouldn’t even meet his eyes. 

“Well, apologize.” Remus says, beginning to pack up his things, “Seems you have a lot of apologizing to do after yesterday.” 

James stares gloomily at where you had been sitting, “Yeah I know.” 

It's not till lunch when he finally gets you alone, cornering you on your way out of Herbology and back up to the castle. The grounds are wet from yesterday's weather and your shoes are covered in mud. 

“I’m sorry.” Is the first thing that comes out of his mouth, “I didn’t mean to yell at you last night, I was just upset and tired and I… I shouldn’t have done that. I'm really sorry doll.” 

You eye him skeptically, looking for a hint of anything but pure sincerity, but find none. His eyes are glued to you like he's begging you to forgive him and as usual you just can't say no. 

“All’s forgiven James.” You say simply, “Though you're lucky I didn't push you into the lake.” 

Neither of you mention the real reason you stormed back to the castle last night, what he had said about what you were, or more what you weren’t. The topic seemed too heavy for the bright sun that seeps through cracks in the clouds. 

He grins and throws an arm around you, “See this is why you're the best.” 

You raise a brow, “Why ‘cuz I put up with all your bullshit?” 

“No, because you forgive me for all my bullshit.” 

“That's because I know you're an idiot who only means about half of what he says.” You snicker and it feels as if the world has gone back to spinning when he leans into you.

“I'd give myself at least a good three quarters.” He smirks. 

“Of course you would.” 

Remus looks pleased to see you hooked under James’ arm when you enter the common room, “See you two have kissed and made up.” 

You flush.

“I think we're missing half that equation.” James said slyly, leaning in to peck your cheek, “There, all better.” 

“Get off me James,” You huff, heart pounding as you half-heartedly push him away to take a seat on the couch and you know everything is back to normal when he sits beside you and throws his arm back over your shoulder with a pout. 

And things stay normal, well as normal as they usually are. 

The weather begins to warm and the trees begin to sprout new growth, green and pink flowering across the forest whenever you look out the window. A sense of excitement has gathered in the students, even as exams approach the sun gleaming through dusty windows in the castle make everyone feel giddy. 

James has been practicing non-stop now as the final match against Ravenclaw approaches. He's out late, keeping the team out till dark to run drill after drill, play after play. He's even taken to giving private lessons to the new seeker, “Can’t have them falling apart when I leave, doll,'' He explained when you asked, “Plus I need her to be prepared for the match, we’re gonna win that cup again I swear.” 

It was nice to see he was nothing but optimism again, his natural state. But it all crashed to the ground when the date for the match was set. 

Your eyes go wide when he tells you, “The 16th?” 

“Yeah, so you better start making your ‘Go Potter’ banner now.” He says cheekily.

“James..” You pause and feel guilt bubble in your chest, “I have my apparition test on the 16th. It was set ages ago.” 

His face falls, “I thought we all took the test back in January!”

You shake your head, “Wasn’t 17 yet, my mum had to pull some strings so I didn't have to wait till summer.”

“So you can't come?” He’s devastated, his heart sinking into his stomach, he doesn't just want you there, he needs you there; to glance down at in the crowd after he scores, to wink at as he sweeps past, “But youre my lucky charm.” His voice is so soft it hurts.

 “I know James, I’m so sorry, I had no idea.” You look down at your hands unable to handle the disappointment that was written on his face. 

He doesn't say anything, just staring down at the food on his plate. Suddenly his appetite was gone, he didn’t know what to think, how to think. What was even the point of quidditch if you couldn’t be impressed by his amazing dives and dodges?, “Will you at least be there before the match?” he asks.

You shake your head, “I’m leaving Friday after classes. My mum is gonna bring me back on Sunday.” 

And he wanted to cry, it was childish and dramatic but it felt like you were abandoning him before his big moment, his big match, one that he had been working so incredibly hard to win, “Oh.” is all he can muster out and you're both left looking at your laps. 

You apologize again, and try not to let the heaviness in your chest drag you through the floor. You weren’t sure if there was anything worse than disappointing him, you preferred him fiery and fuming.

When James reached the Quidditch pitch for practice that day he seemed to have lost all of his energy, his feet dragging. He kept getting asked if he was okay and he kept saying yes even though it felt like someone had smashed him to bits and put him back together with nothing but scotch tape. 

He played terribly, his usual charisma lost leaving his passes stale. He felt anger rising with every mistake he made, how could he let this happen? How could he let you have so much impact on him? How could one person missing from a stand of hundreds make him not even want to play? It was infuriating how obsessed he had become with you. Sirius and Remus had warned him this would happen, that his little crush would grow into a bulging monster, and they had been right. He simply couldn’t help it, you were stunning. And funny and brilliant and every other positive adjective he could possibly come up with, he would list what he liked about you for years if you asked. It was this reason he just couldn’t bring himself to confess, the only thing worse than having to keep you at arm's length was losing you altogether. And despite his friend's assurance that his feelings were returned he just couldn’t risk it, he couldn’t risk being wrong and not even being able to call you his friend anymore. Because, once again, he needed you. 

So he played it up, with the petnames and the touches, he took what he could trying to make it obvious, to convince you to make the move he so desperately wanted to. But you hadn't, you had just blushed and giggled, turning his heart to mush. 

And now he was sitting in an empty locker room, tears spilling down his cheeks because you couldn’t be at the most important game he had ever played, would ever play. He wiped them away desperately but they just kept coming, making his face feel hot and his head throb. 

The ache didn’t go away over time like he thought it would but grew, weighing him down like a ball and chain. Everyone noticed, his friends, his teammates and worst of all you. 

You kept apologizing, like it was your fault that his match had been scheduled on the one weekend you would be out of the castle. He could tell you felt terrible about it and it only made him feel worse that he wasn’t just bringing down his own performance but your own. If you didn’t pass your exam he was sure it would be his fault for making his own devastation at your departure so obvious. 

The sixteenth approached with building anticipation, the Ravenclaws and Gryffindors that usually got on quite well had begun to shout obscenities at each other at dinner. Team members were taunted constantly in corridors on the way to classes, a duel had even broken out between two beaters, landing them both in the hospital wing for a short spell. But of course ever the strategist, the Ravenclaws had saved their best ammo for last. 

It was Friday night before the match and you had already left giving James a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek ‘for luck’ that had actually improved his mood quite a bit. As if sensing this the Ravenclaw captain had materialized before him on his way back from dinner with a sick grin on his face. 

“Heard not even your girlfriend wants to watch you lose tomorrow Potter.”

James flushed red, “Piss off, Robinson.” 

He just laughed, “I mean after your horrid performance last match I bet you asked her to leave huh?” 

James tried to swallow his fury but he was not doing very well, his fists bunching at his sides. 

“Maybe when I win she’ll realize you're all talk and finally go on that date with me.” he taunts. 

James knows this is very untrue, you had confessed to him many times that you found Robinson nothing short of annoying, claiming he had an even bigger head than himself, but he still felt jealousy rising in his gut. Would you think less of him if he lost again? Would you laugh about it behind his back? Would you give some other guy a kiss on the cheek and wish him luck instead? He wasn’t sure he could bear even the thought. 

He strode past Robinson with a seething glance, “You're gonna be bloody crying by the time the match is over tomorrow.” He hissed and then marched up the stairs to a restless night of dreams involving you kissing some faceless guy in blue quidditch robes. 

James felt sick the next morning, his head was throbbing behind his eyes and no matter how much bacon he tried to force into his mouth he just didn’t feel like eating. It wasn’t until Aada came up to him literally shaking from nerves that he realized he was just gonna have to pretend to be okay. 

He gave his usual pep talk in the locker room, but his eyes were cold and hard instead of the usual glowing excitement that he alluded. The team was tense when they marched out onto the field, the sun was out and the sky was clear. A cold morning breeze swept across the grass as he shook hands with a smirking Robinson and he shivered. 

The whistle blew and it began. 

“Potter with the quaffle!” The commentator began, “Nice dodge there, oh that looked like it hurt! It’s Ravenclaw with it now.” 

James growled rubbing his side where the bludger had hit him and racing after the girl who had snatched his fumble. 

The game pushed on and James was surprised to find that while he was playing mediocre at best, the rest of the team seemed to be making up for it on the tenfold. Aada, who had been instructed to do nothing but annoy the Ravenclaw seeker until Gryffindor was eighty points up was doing a magnificent job, the extra time he had put into training  her showing obviously in her skillful maneuvering and dives. The beaters had yet to miss a hit and twice James had been able to score with only the keeper as an obstacle. 

Despite the fact that they had gone in at a significant disadvantage the Gryffindors were shockingly loud, James didn’t glance much at the crowd, afraid it would make him realize who wasn’t there more than who was, but he could hear them even over the whooshing of wind in his ears. 

They were almost an hour into the game when the snitch was first spotted, but only 50 points up, Aada was unable to go for it and instead took the opportunity to run straight into the Ravenclaw keeper, nearly knocking him off his broom. She played it off beautifully, tears and all, and it cost them only one penalty shot which their keeper saved. James could have hugged them both. 

When the quaffle was tossed after, Robinson had snatched it from James’ grasp and sped towards the hoops. A bludger caught him in the side and the quaffle spiraled from his grip down towards the Gryffindor crowd, James raced after it, his feet sweeping inches from the heads of his classmates when he caught it with a roll. It was then that something caught his eye. 

A flag so large it was being held by four people was spread and waving mere inches from his face, the words, “Go Potter!” sprawled on it in red and gold ink that had been enchanted to send off sparks that crackled and snapped with golden light. 

He looked down and saw you staring up at him, a red hat pulled over your head as you cranned up at him, waving your arms as wildly as you could possibly manage. You were grinning so wide he could see each of your teeth, your cheeks pink and eyes glinting as you cheered up at him. 

When you locked eyes he felt his heart rise from his stomach and pound away in his chest. He wanted to drop into the stands that very moment, take you into his arms and kiss you stupid. But instead he sent you a wink and sped off towards the goals feeling like someone had just gifted him a pair of wings. 

“Potter with the quaffle, bludger coming his way. A beautiful dodge!” The commentator yelled, “And he's looped Robinson as well, look at him go!” 

James had never felt so confident in his life, and he scored with ease again and again, coming to do a victory lap round your flag each time he did. 

“And Potter scores again!” shouted the loudspeakers, “He has been simply unstoppable! Gryffindor leads 160 to 80!” 

The cheers were deafening around you and James once again hoovered above you momentarily, blowing you a kiss that caused your cheeks to light on fire. He was actually doing it, he was winning the match he had told you was impossible and pride swelled in your stomach. It wasn't ten minutes later when Aada caught the snitch and it was official, you had won, both the game and the cup. 

The team hurdled to the ground and swarmed their seeker, but James had started in a run the opposite way, towards the crowd that was now rushing out onto the pitch. 

He shoved past the first few to reach him and beelined for where you were jogging at him, arms spread. 

You collided with such force that if he hadn’t lifted you into the air you were sure you would have toppled over onto the ground. His arms wrapped around your waist spinning you around with a shout, “You came!” 

You nodded, smiling so hard it hurt, you looked down at him, his cheeks flushed, brown eyes glistening in the sunlight and you knew at that moment that it was meant to be. You took both hands and cupped his face pulling it into yours and kissing him feverishly. 

There was a loud chorus of cheers and whoops around you but neither of you heard, too lost in the taste of one another. When you broke away he was grinning even wider, “You passed then?” 

You had forgotten all about your test that morning, but he hadn’t, of course he hadn’t. 

“Yeah, I disappeared as soon as they handed me my license.” You giggled, heart hammering in your chest, “Mum’s gonna kill me for missing dinner.” 

“You’re a bloody treasure doll.” He laughed, and then he drew you into another kiss squeezing you tight around the middle as your hands ran through his hair. “My lucky charm.” 

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[dorlilymylovesss]

Jegulus AU

PART 1.1

[Regulus moving in with Potters]

[lunarparacosm]

pottery class au !!!

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic July 8 - prompt 8: Teenagers [word count 142]

When Remus had started high school and had come back home one day, bumbling and blushing and unable to talk about anything else other than the black-haired boy the Potters had just adopted, his mother had smiled and told him to enjoy his crush. She had also taken the time to remind him he was very young, and to live everything lightly. It wouldn’t be the end of the world if his crush wasn’t reciprocated, or if it was and one day the relationship ended. It was life, and his was just starting.

But while he sat with an unread book open in his lap on the bleachers, looking at Sirius training for the school’s rugby team, Remus knew his mother was wrong. He was a teenager, and still, that one over there was the love of his life. No one else.

[pandoras-boxs-world]

Pandora Rosier studies classic civilizations.

Regulus studies astronomy.

[a-lying-elysium]

“A Fascination”

[James Potter x Lily Evans]

[Greek Mythology AU]

I got this idea from this post (this is my 2nd account)

Summary: In an era when gods and mortals walked the same earth, a god becomes fascinated with a mortal healer...

Warnings: Mild depictions of injury, themes of deception(disguise), slow-burn, inaccuracies, not proofread, angst, fluff, happy ending, kinda rushed ending though

Word Count: 6189 words

A/N: this is the longest fic I've written and the most research I've done. The ending might be a bit shit but I don't care at this point man it's like 4 AM here when I finish this. And I hate myself. And I hate this. I'm tired.

In the age of the gods, Olympus gleamed in the heavens. Gods and goddesses moved like whispers among it. Among them was Joveas, the god of bravery and youthful exuberance, a deity revered for his boundless energy and heart of gold.

The God of Valor and Lighthearted Mischief had always been fascinated by the mortal realm. Unlike many of his fellow gods, who regarded mortals with indifference or disdain, he found their lives full of wonder.

He admired their resilience, their ability to love and laugh, even in the face of hardship. Often, he would descend from Olympus in disguise, wandering among them to observe their lives firsthand.

It was during one of these visits that he first saw her—the mortal with the long, red hair that cascaded down her back in waves like fire, and the green eyes that seemed to hold the depth of an endless forest. The healer with the sharp tongue, but compassion that ran so deep it could bloom flowers.

She was perfect. In every way, he could think of. And he thought about it.

A lot.

He met her for the first time disguised as a traveler. She was walking to the forest with a basket when he 'stumbled' upon her, 'injured'.

Are you all right?" she asked, her voice a blend of professional calm and genuine worry.

Joveas groaned theatrically, managing to muster a pained expression. "I seem to have twisted my leg. I could use some help."

Lily set down her basket and knelt beside him, her hands moving with practiced precision as she examined his leg. Her touch was gentle but firm, and Joveas couldn't help but notice the careful attention she gave to every movement.

What's your name?" As she started getting bandages for the 'injury'.

He had a name that he gave when he asked, but that was fake. He didn't want her to know him by it, So the god gave her a special name, a forgotten one. "James. James Potter."

"Well, James Potter, let's take you to my infirmary. It’s not far from here, and I can tend to your injury properly," Lily said, her voice firm as she secured the bandage around his leg.

Joveas—now James—nodded, smug that his ruse had worked. He could feel the warmth of her touch through the bandages, and it sent a thrill through him.

Lily helped him to his feet, and together they began the short walk to the infirmary. The forest around them was alive with the sounds of nature, but James focused entirely on the woman beside him.

As they walked, James took in every detail he could—the way the sunlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on her hair, the light scent of herbs that clung to her skin, the quiet confidence in her stride. She wasn’t like anyone he had ever met, mortal or divine.

"So, James," Lily began, breaking the comfortable silence, "what brings you here?"

He had prepared for her questions. "I'm a traveler. I’ve always been drawn to the more remote parts of the world. There’s something peaceful about being surrounded by nature, away from the noise of the cities."

Lily glanced at him, her green eyes narrowing slightly as if she didn't quite believe it. "And yet, you managed to injure yourself out here. A bit of bad luck for a seasoned traveler, wouldn’t you say?"

James chuckled more to cover his nervousness than anything else. "Yes, well, even the best of us have our moments of clumsiness. Maybe I was too distracted by the beauty of the forest. And the person in it."

Lily arched an eyebrow at that. "Flattery won’t get you far with me, James Potter. But I suppose I can’t fault you for appreciating the scenery."

They soon arrived at her infirmary, a quaint, charming structure nestled at the edge of the forest.

Lily guided him inside and helped him onto a sturdy wooden chair near the hearth. The interior was cozy, filled with the earthy scent of dried herbs and the warmth of a fire crackling in the hearth. Shelves lined the walls, filled with jars of potions, bundles of dried plants, and books.

"Sit tight," Lily instructed as she began gathering more supplies. "I’ll brew something to help with the pain and swelling."

James watched her move around the room with practiced ease, feeling a pang of guilt for deceiving her, even if it was only to get close to her.

"So, you’re a healer," James said, trying to keep the conversation going. "You must see a lot of interesting cases."

Lily smiled slightly as she prepared the brew, her hands deftly mixing herbs and ingredients. "Interesting isn’t always the word I’d use. But yes, I see a fair share of wounds, illnesses, and the like. It’s challenging, but it’s rewarding work. I like knowing that I can make a difference, even if it’s just a small one."

James nodded, his admiration for her growing with every word."

As she finished preparing the brew, Lily handed him a steaming cup. "Drink this. It’ll help with the pain."

James took the cup, his fingers brushing against hers for a moment, sending a jolt of warmth through him. He sipped the brew, surprised by the pleasant, soothing taste. "Thank you. You’re very kind."

Lily shook her head. "I’m just doing my job, James. But you’re welcome."

His eyes lingered on Lily, watching her as she moved about the infirmary with a grace that was both natural and captivating.

"Just doing your job, huh?" James mused aloud, his voice smooth. "Well, I’m certainly grateful. But I must admit, I didn’t expect my healer to be so… enchanting."

Lily glanced over at him, her expression flat. "Enchanting? That’s a bit much for someone who just bandaged your leg, don’t you think?"

James is unfazed by her lack of reaction. "Maybe. But it’s true. There’s something about you, Lily—like there’s a spark in you that could light up even the darkest of places."

She arched an eyebrow, unimpressed. "You don’t even know me."

"That’s why I’m intrigued," he said, leaning back in his chair, flashing her a confident grin. "I want to know more."

Lily didn’t even pause in her work, moving efficiently around the room as she gathered herbs and prepared more remedies. "I’m just a healer, James. Not some mystery to unravel."

"Everyone’s a mystery," he countered smoothly. "And you—well, you’re a particularly intriguing one."

She turned to face him, arms crossed. "Is this how you usually talk to people? Charm your way into getting what you want?"

James shrugged, still smiling. "Maybe. But with you, it’s different. I’m not just throwing around compliments—I genuinely want to know you."

Lily’s gaze didn’t waver, but there was a hint of skepticism in her eyes. "And why should I believe that? I’ve met enough people like you to know the pattern."

James leaned forward, his expression softening slightly. "Maybe I’ve followed that pattern before, but it doesn’t mean I always will. Sometimes, you find a reason to stay."

Lily gave a short, dry laugh, shaking her head. "You really don’t give up, do you?"

"Not when I find something worth pursuing," he replied, his tone earnest but still carrying that playful edge.

Lily sighed, going back to her work, her back to him. "Well, you might be in for a disappointment. I’m not interested in being pursued. I have work to do, and people to help. That’s what matters to me."

James watched her silently for a moment, the usual charm dampened by her clear disinterest. Still, something in her words struck a chord. He realized that getting close to her wouldn’t be as simple as he’d initially thought.

"Fair enough," he said after a moment. "I respect that, Lily. But I’d still like to get to know you, even if it’s just as a friend."

She glanced over her shoulder, her expression softening just a fraction. "Friends, huh? Well, that’s a start, I suppose. But don’t think flattery is going to get you anywhere with me, James Potter."

James held up his hands in mock surrender. "No flattery. Just genuine interest in the person who saved me from my clumsiness."

Lily shook her head with a small smile, finally letting amusement show. "We’ll see how long that lasts."

---

Weeks passed since James first stumbled into Lily's life, and their interactions settled into a rhythm. James would often find reasons to visit her infirmary, sometimes with a fresh "injury" or just a vague excuse to chat. The healer would always patch him up or have a conversation, but she never bought into his flirting.

One late afternoon, as the sun dipped below the horizon and painted the sky in shades of pink and orange, James appeared at the door of Lily's infirmary. This time, he carried a small bouquet of wildflowers, their vibrant colors mirroring the sunset.

"For the healer who's saved me more times than I can count," James said with a playful grin, holding out the bouquet.

Lily looked at the flowers, then back at James, eyebrows raised. "You do realize that bringing flowers to someone who spends her days surrounded by plants is a bit redundant, right?"

James chuckled, not missing a beat. "True, but these aren't just any flowers. I picked them because they reminded me of you. Strong, beautiful, and a little bit wild."

She scoffs but takes the bouquet anyway, setting it on a table. "You never quit, do you?"

"Not when it comes to you," James replied, leaning against the doorframe, his gaze steady on her. "There's something about you, Lily. I can't help but be drawn to you."

She sighed, shaking her head. "You say that now, but I've seen how this works. Travelers come and go, and so do their words. They're charming when they're here, and then they leave without a second thought."

James sensed the truth in her words. He stepped closer, his tone more serious. "I'm not like them. know you don't believe me, but I'm not here just to pass the time. You've made me see things differently."

Lily crossed her arms, her skepticism still evident. "And what happens when the next adventure calls? When the road beckons you away from this little village? What then, James?"

He hesitated, for the first time unsure of how to answer. The truth was, he didn't know. His life as Joveas had always been filled with movement, excitement, and the thrill of new experiences. But now, standing before her, he felt something he hadn't before—a desire to stay, to be a part of something more grounded, more real.

"I don't have all the answers, Lily," his usual bravado gone. "But I do know that right now, there's nowhere else I want to be."

Lily's expression didn't soften. She was still skeptical, her gaze steady and unwavering. "Right now is easy to say. But what happens when you get bored? When you start longing for the next thrill?"

James took a deep breath, considering her words carefully. He had always been a god of action, of movement and thrill. Staying still, committing to one place, one person—it was new territory for him. But the thought of leaving Lily behind, of her thinking he was just another fleeting fancy, made his chest tighten in a way he hadn't expected.

Lily's unwavering gaze bore into him, and for the first time, James—Joveas—felt truly vulnerable. The god who had faced countless challenges, who had leaped into the heart of storms and wrestled beasts of legend, now stood before a mortal woman, uncertain of how to bridge the chasm between them.

"I've never met anyone like you," he began, his voice more earnest. "You see right through me, past the charm and the bravado. And that terrifies me."

Lily blinked, caught off guard by his admission. She opened her mouth to respond, but he continued before she could.

"But it also excites me in a way that nothing else has. The adventures, the thrills—they all pale in comparison to this, to you. I don't know what the future holds, and I can't promise that I'll never want to wander again. But I can promise that I'll be honest with you, that I'll try to be someone worthy of your trust."

Lily studied him for a long moment, her green eyes searching his face for any sign of deception. She found none, only the sincerity of what she thought was a man who was stepping into unfamiliar territory.

Lily sighed. "You're persistent, I'll give you that."

"Take all the time you need," he said, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I'm not going anywhere."

She looked at him, and for the first time, there was a hint of something warmer in her gaze. "We'll see."

---

As the days turned into weeks, James found himself spending more and more time in the small village, his once restless spirit now content to linger in Lily’s presence. He had all but abandoned his usual disguises, choosing instead to maintain the persona of James Potter, a humble traveler. But as his visits grew more frequent, whispers began to spread among the villagers.

They were protective of Lily, the woman who had healed their wounds and soothed their ailments, and they were wary of the stranger who had suddenly become a fixture in her life.

Lily, ever perceptive, noticed the murmurs but paid them no mind. She had grown used to James's presence, even if she would never admit it out loud. There was something comforting about his easy smile and the way he would bring her wildflowers—an endearing habit that, despite herself, she had come to look forward to.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in deep shades of purple and gold, Lily and James sat together outside the infirmary. The day had been long, and the air was heavy with the scent of blooming jasmine. They sat in companionable silence, listening to the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze.

"You’ve been quiet tonight," James observed, glancing at Lily. "Something on your mind?"

Lily sighed softly, her gaze fixed on the darkening sky. "I’ve been thinking about you."

James’s heart skipped a beat at her words, but he kept his voice light. "All good things, I hope?"

She gave him a small smile, but there was a hint of something deeper in her eyes. "I’ve been wondering why you’re really here, James. You say you’re a traveler, but you’ve stayed longer than any traveler I’ve ever known."

James shifted uncomfortably. He knew this question would come eventually, but he wasn’t sure how to answer it without revealing his true identity. "Maybe I found something worth staying for," he said softly, his eyes searching hers for a reaction.

Lily’s gaze didn’t waver. "And what happens when the road calls you again? Will you just leave without a second thought?"

Her words cut deep, reminding James of the delicate balance he was trying to maintain. He was Joveas, a god who could never truly belong in the mortal world, yet here he was, longing to stay. "Lily, I…"

But before he could continue, a voice interrupted them. "Lily? Are you here?"

James and Lily turned to see a tall, rugged man approaching from the path, his face etched with concern. The stranger's presence was both sudden and intrusive, breaking the quiet, introspective moment they had shared.

Lily stood up, her expression shifting to one of surprise and mild irritation. "Oh, it’s you, Remus. What’s the matter?"

Remus, in weather-worn clothing, looked between Lily and James, his gaze scrutinizing. "I was looking for you. There’s a young boy in town who’s taken a bad fall. I thought you’d want to know."

Lily’s demeanor immediately changed to one of professional concern. She turned to James with a quick, apologetic smile. "It seems duty calls. I’ll need to tend to the boy. I’ll be back as soon as I can."

James nodded, though the sudden shift in their conversation left him unsettled. "Of course. Take care of the boy. I’ll be here."

As Lily hurried off, James watched her retreating figure, a swirl of emotions tugging at him. He had wanted to have a conversation with her about his feelings and his true identity, but the intrusion had shattered the moment.

While Lily was away, James paced the small area outside the infirmary, his mind racing. He knew he couldn’t keep up the charade of being a mere traveler forever, but he was caught between his divine nature and his desire for the red-headed mortal. His usual confidence seemed to falter in the face of this new reality.

Hours later, Lily returned, her face tired but resolute. The worry lines on her brow had softened, and she wore a small smile of satisfaction. "The boy will be fine. Just a few bruises and a sprained ankle. Nothing too serious."

James approached her, relieved to see her safe and well. "I’m glad to hear he’s okay.

Lily looked at him carefully. "There’s something about you that I can’t quite figure out."

James’s heart thudded in his chest. "What do you mean?"

She glanced at him, her eyes searching. "You’re different from anyone I’ve ever met. There’s something… otherworldly about you."

He froze, his breath catching in his throat. Had she somehow seen through his disguise? "Lily, I…"

Before he could finish, Lily shook her head, a wry smile tugging at her lips. "Don’t worry, James. I’m not accusing you of being a god or anything. But there’s something about you that feels… out of place here. Like you belong somewhere else."

James forced a smile, though his mind was racing. "Maybe I just have a restless spirit."

"James, I don’t know what brought you here, but I want you to know that you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to. I’ll understand."

Her words were soft, but they cut through him like a knife. James knew she was giving him an out, a way to leave without breaking her heart. But the thought of leaving her, of never seeing her smile or hearing her laugh again, was unbearable. He was selfish, but that was the reputation of the gods.

"Lily," he began, his voice hoarse with emotion. "There’s so much I want to tell you, but I can’t. Not yet."

She nodded slowly as if she had expected that answer. "I hope one day you’ll trust me enough to tell me the truth, James. Whatever it is."

With that, she turned and went inside, leaving James standing alone in the night, the weight of his secret pressing down on him like never before.

---

The days that followed were tense, each interaction between James and Lily tinged with the unspoken truths between them. James continued to visit her, unable to stay away, but the ease of their earlier conversations was gone, replaced by a cautious distance that neither could quite bridge.

One evening, after another quiet day spent at the infirmary, James wandered alone into the forest. He needed space to think, to clear his mind of the confusion that had settled over him like a fog. The trees loomed tall and silent around him, their branches swaying gently in the evening breeze.

As he walked deeper into the forest, the sound of rustling leaves caught his attention. He turned, half-expecting to see a deer or another creature, but instead, he was met with the sight of a tall, imposing figure emerging from the shadows.

It was a man, or at least, he appeared to be a man. But James recognized him immediately—his broad shoulders, the gleam of his eyes that reflected the light of the stars above. This was no ordinary mortal.

"Ares," James said, his voice low and tense. "What are you doing here?"

The god of war smirked, his presence commanding and filled with barely restrained power.

"Joveas," he greeted, his tone mocking. "Or should I say, James Potter? You've been playing the mortal for quite some time now."

James’s heart raced as he faced the god. He had hoped to keep his true identity hidden from the other gods, but it seemed that his time was running out. "What do you want, Ares?"

Ares stepped closer, his smirk fading into a serious expression. "The others have noticed your absence, Joveas. Zeus is growing impatient, wondering where the god of bravery has gone. I’m here to remind you of your duties."

James clenched his fists, his mind flashing to Lily, to the life he had built in the village. "I haven’t abandoned my duties."

"Really?" Ares raised an eyebrow, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’ve been playing house with a mortal woman, completely forgetting who you are."

James bristled at the accusation. "You don’t understand. It’s not like that."

"Isn’t it?" Ares’s eyes narrowed. "What do you think will happen when she finds out the truth? When she learns that you’ve been lying to her this whole time? Mortals don’t take kindly to being deceived by gods, Joveas."

The words struck a nerve, and James felt a wave of guilt wash over him. He knew Ares was right, but the thought of losing Lily, of hurting her, was too much to bear. "She doesn’t have to know."

Ares shook his head, his expression hardening. "You can’t hide forever. Sooner or later, the truth will come out, and when it does, it will destroy her. You’re a fool if you think otherwise."

James looked away, his mind in turmoil. He had known from the start that this couldn’t last, that his love for Lily was doomed from the beginning. But now, hearing it spoken aloud by Ares, the reality of it hit him like a hammer.

"You have to choose," Ares said, his voice cold and unforgiving. "Either you return to Olympus and fulfill your duties, or you stay here and face the consequences of your actions. But know this, Joveas: if you choose to stay, you’ll bring nothing but pain to that mortal."

James closed his eyes, the weight of the decision crushing him. He had never felt so torn, so lost. On one hand, he had his duty as a god, a role he had played for centuries. But on the other, he had Lily, the woman who had captured his heart in a way he had never imagined.

When he opened his eyes, Ares was gone, leaving him alone in the darkening forest. James stood there for a long time, the silence pressing in on him as he struggled with the choice before him.

Finally, he turned and made his way back to the village, his steps slow and heavy. He knew what he had to do, but the thought of it filled him with dread.

The night seemed endless as James walked back to the village, his mind in turmoil. The weight of Ares’s words lingered, each step feeling heavier than the last. The forest, once a place of solace, now seemed to mock him with its quiet.

As he neared Lily’s infirmary, the sky above was painted with dark hues, the stars obscured by clouds. His heart pounded with the burden of the decision he had yet to make. The reality of leaving Lily, of possibly hurting her beyond repair, was a cruel contrast to the duty he was supposed to uphold.

Entering the village, he could see the warm glow of the infirmary windows, a stark reminder of what he stood to lose. He hesitated outside the door, the emotional weight almost physically pushing him back. Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the door, the familiar scents of herbs and firewood greeting him.

Lily was at her desk, her back to him as she finished organizing supplies. The peaceful scene was a sharp contrast to the storm raging inside him. He could tell she was exhausted, yet there was a quiet strength in her posture.

"Lily," he said softly, stepping inside.

She turned, her expression immediately shifting from tired to guarded. "James. You’re back. I thought you were taking a walk."

"I was," he replied, struggling to find the right words. "But something came up."

Her eyes narrowed. "Something came up? You look like you’ve been wrestling with a storm. What’s wrong?"

James hesitated, but the words of Ares echoed in his mind. He could see the truth in Lily’s eyes, the way she saw through facades and pretense. He couldn’t hide from her any longer.

"I need to talk to you," he said finally, his voice trembling slightly.

Lily set down the vial she was holding and crossed her arms, her gaze piercing. "This sounds serious. What’s going on?"

James took a deep breath, steeling himself. "Lily, there’s something I’ve been keeping from you. Something important."

Her eyes widened, a flicker of apprehension crossing her face. "What do you mean?"

"I’m not who I’ve said I am," James started, his voice heavy. "I’m not just a traveler. I’m… I’m Joveas, a god from Olympus."

The words hung in the air between them, and Lily’s expression shifted from confusion to anger in a heartbeat. She took a step back, her eyes flashing with disbelief.

"A god?" she repeated, her voice rising.

As James's words settled in the room, the silence between them seemed to stretch endlessly. Lily's eyes widened her expression a mixture of shock and anger.

"A god?" she repeated, her voice trembling with disbelief. She took a step back, her eyes darting around the room as if trying to make sense of what she had just heard. "You’re telling me you’ve been lying to me this whole time? That you’re not who you said you were?"

James nodded slowly, his heart aching at the sight of her distress. "Yes, I’m Joveas. I’ve been living among mortals, using the name James Potter as a disguise."

Lily shook her head, her hands trembling as she tried to process the revelation. "But why? Why would you lie to me like this? Everything you’ve said, everything you’ve done… it was all a lie?"

"No," James said quickly, stepping closer, though he could see her pulling away. "It wasn’t all a lie. My feelings for you are real. My interest in your life, and your work, is all genuine. I never meant to hurt you."

She looked at him, her green eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and hurt. "Genuine? How can anything you’ve said or done be genuine when you’ve been hiding who you really are? How can I believe anything you’ve told me now?"

James winced at the hurt in her voice. "I didn’t mean to deceive you. I was fascinated by you, by your kindness and strength. I wanted to be near you, but I never meant for it to go this far."

Lily’s face was a mix of hurt and fury. "You think you can just waltz in here, pretending to be someone you’re not, and then tell me the truth like it’s nothing? You’ve been playing games with my life!"

James reached out to her, but she recoiled, her face filled with hurt and anger. "Lily, please, I didn’t mean for this to happen. I'm sorry. I never wanted to fall in love with you, but I couldn’t help it."

"Love?" she spat, her voice shaking with emotion. "Love is what you call this? You think a few months of playing at being human is enough to justify lying to me? To make me believe in something that wasn't real?"

James felt a sharp pang of guilt, knowing that she was right. He had deceived her, and now he was paying the price. "I’m sorry," he repeated, his voice hoarse. "I never wanted to hurt you."

But she wasn't done. "Did you think that if you pretended to be a simple traveler, it would somehow erase your godhood? That it would make this deception any less painful?" Lily’s voice was a blend of frustration and hurt. "You came here, pretending to be someone else, and now you expect me to just accept that it was all for the sake of ‘love’?"

James clenched his fists, struggling to find the right words. "I didn’t know how to tell you. I thought maybe, just maybe, if I could show you who I really am, if you could see beyond the god and see me, you might understand-"

Lily shook her head. "You’ve taken away any chance we had of ever being real together. How can I trust you now? How can I believe that anything you said or did was genuine?"

James’s shoulders sagged, the weight of her words crashing over him like a wave. "I know I’ve ruined everything. I can’t undo the past, and I can’t change what’s happened. All I can do is ask for your forgiveness, though I know I don’t deserve it."

Lily turned away, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. "Just... just go, James. I can't look at you right now."

The words cut through him like a knife, but he knew he couldn't argue. He had made his choice, and now he had to live with the consequences.

With a heavy heart, James turned and walked away, leaving Lily standing alone in the darkness, the sound of her quiet sobs echoing in his ears. As he disappeared into the night, tears slipped down his cheek, the first he had shed in centuries. He had made his choice, but it felt like he had lost everything.

The days that followed were agonizing for both James and Lily. James retreated to the edges of the forest, unable to leave but unwilling to face Lily after the pain he had caused. He watched from a distance as she went about her life, her smile gone, replaced by a haunted expression that broke his heart every time he saw it.

Lily, for her part, tried to continue as if nothing had changed, but the weight of James’s betrayal was too much to bear. She had fallen in love with him, only to find out that he wasn’t even who he claimed to be. The man she had opened her heart to was a lie, a god playing at being mortal.

She couldn’t understand why he had done it, why he had chosen to deceive her. But no matter how much she tried to forget him, her heart wouldn’t let her. She missed him, even though she knew she shouldn’t. Every time she saw the wildflowers he used to bring her, her heart ached with the memory of what they had shared.

One evening, as Lily sat alone in the infirmary, tending to her herbs, a soft knock at the door startled her. She looked up, her heart leaping with hope, but when she opened the door, it wasn’t James standing there.

Instead, it was a man with a rugged look, his face marked by the passage of time but his eyes still sharp and full of intensity. He wore a slightly worn leather jacket and had an air of both casualness and seriousness. "Lily Evans?" he asked, his voice carrying a rough, yet warm tone.

"Yes, that’s me," Lily replied, her curiosity piqued by the stranger’s sudden appearance.

The man stepped inside, his gaze sweeping over the room before settling on Lily. "I’m here to talk to you about James."

Lily’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name. "What about him?"

The man’s expression turned somber, a shadow of sadness passing over his face. "I heard you’ve been hurt by him. By the truth of who he is?"

Lily nodded slowly, tears welling up in her eyes. "I thought I knew him, but it turns out I didn’t know him at all."

The man rubbed the back of his neck, looking uncomfortable but determined. "Yeah, well, James—he’s not exactly who you thought he was. He’s… well, he’s a god. It’s complicated."

Lily blinked in confusion, struggling to grasp his words. "Why lie to me? Why pretend to be someone he’s not?"

The man shifted uncomfortably, searching for the right words. "Look, gods live a really long time and carry a lot of baggage. When James met you, he was scared—scared of what loving a mortal would mean, of losing you. So he hid behind a lie, thinking it would keep him safe."

Lily shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. "But he hurt me. He broke my heart."

"I know," the man said gently, his voice softening. "But he’s been hurting too. He’s been watching over you, too ashamed to come near."

Lily looked down, torn between the pain of betrayal and the lingering love she still felt. "What should I do?"

The man gave her a sympathetic look. "That’s up to you. But remember, love is always a risk. Sometimes it’s worth taking a chance, even if you’ve been hurt."

With that, the man turned and left, leaving Lily alone in the quiet of the infirmary, her thoughts a tumultuous mix of emotions.

That night, Lily lay awake in bed, her mind racing with everything the woman had said. She couldn’t deny that she still loved James—Joveas—despite the pain he had caused. But could she forgive him? Could she trust him again?

As dawn approached, Lily made her decision. She knew it wouldn’t be easy, but she couldn’t let fear hold her back. She had to know if their love was real if it could survive the truth.

The next day, Lily ventured to the edge of the forest, the place where she knew James had been staying. The air was crisp and cool, and the forest seemed unusually silent as if holding its breath. She found him sitting on a fallen log, his posture slumped, his head buried in his hands. He looked more lost and broken than she had ever seen him, a stark contrast to the confident, enigmatic figure she once knew.

“James,” she called softly, her voice trembling with a mix of hope and trepidation.

He looked up slowly, his eyes widening in surprise and a flicker of hope as he saw her standing there. “Lily…” His voice was barely a whisper, filled with both longing and regret.

She took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. “I need to know something. Did you ever truly love me, or was it all just a game to you?”

James stood up abruptly, his heart pounding fiercely against his ribcage. “Lily, it was never a game. I love you more than anything. That’s the truth, the one thing I couldn’t lie about.”

Tears welled up in Lily’s eyes, and she fought to keep her composure. “Then why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you trust me?”

“I was afraid,” James admitted. “Afraid that if you knew the truth, you would hate me. That you would see me as just another god who thinks he can toy with mortal lives. But I was wrong. I see that now.”

Lily stepped closer, her heart aching with a tumultuous mix of emotions. The anger and pain she had felt were still there, but now they were mingled with something softer, something hopeful. “You did hurt me, James. But I... I love you. And if you’re willing to be honest with me, to trust me, then maybe we can make this work.”

James felt his heart swelling with love for the woman standing before him. Her willingness to consider a future together despite everything gave him strength. “Lily, I swear I’ll never lie to you again. I’ll do whatever it takes to earn your trust. I’ve been a fool, but I promise I’ll change.”

Lily searched his eyes, seeing the sincerity in them, the raw vulnerability that he had been hiding. His gaze was open and earnest, a stark contrast to the guarded demeanor he had maintained. She knew it wouldn’t be easy, that there would be challenges ahead, but she was willing to try. Because despite everything, she loved him, and she believed that their love was worth fighting for.

“Then let’s take it one step at a time,” she said softly, reaching out to take his hand. “No more secrets, no more lies. Just us, facing whatever comes together. We’ll face the challenges, whatever they may be, together.”

James squeezed her hand gently, a smile breaking through the sorrow that had clouded his heart. “Together,” he agreed, his voice filled with a newfound determination. For the first time in a long while, he felt as though he had found something worth fighting for, worth risking everything for.

As they stood there, hand in hand, the first rays of dawn broke through the trees, casting a warm, golden light over them. It felt like a new beginning, a chance to build something real, something lasting. The world seemed to hold its breath as if acknowledging the significance of the moment.

Their gazes locked, and for a heartbeat, everything else faded away. Lily’s breath caught in her throat as James’s eyes softened with an emotion so deep, it seemed to transcend words. Slowly, almost as if drawn by an invisible force, he leaned in closer. Lily felt her heart race, her nerves tingling with anticipation.

When their lips finally met, it was a tender, hesitant kiss, filled with the weight of everything unspoken and the promise of what could be. James’s touch was gentle, his lips moving against hers with a reverent delicacy. Lily responded with equal tenderness, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer as she savored the sweetness of their reunion.

The kiss deepened, becoming more fervent as if they were trying to make up for all the lost time, all the pain and misunderstandings. It was a kiss of forgiveness, of healing, and of a shared hope for the future.

When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads resting together, they both breathed heavily, eyes locked in a shared, silent vow. They were no longer two separate beings navigating their paths; they were partners, united in their quest to build a future together.

[mostly-dead]

If you could create a marauders style fandom for any other franchise, which one would you choose? I should clarify by marauders style I mean a fully fledged super popular subfandom bordering on a whole fandom on its own based around a time period and group of characters there's only scraps of information about in the core media set before the main story. For me, it's the crew of the Mercury II from Subnautica. POTENTIAL SUBNAUTICA AND BELOW 0 SPOILERS AHEAD. They're so interesting and fun to listen to what few logs we have. I can almost picture Yasmine info dumping about nuclear physics to Stephanos while he listens to her and twirls his hair curl. I can envision Elliott's family waiting for him back home, and I can feel the weight as capt. Diana leaves some of her crew behind to try and make a desperate break for the atmosphere. I just wish we had more content for these people from before the crash. And maybe this post was a thinly veiled excuse to talk about my favorite niche characters who died a decade before the game started, but I'm also interested in hearing about everyone else's answer.

[reggiekinnie2]

Close enough, welcome back Regulus Black

[inkymoon16]

Stagehand

My masterlist

Summary:

James Potter x Reader

Marauders Band AU

You're a stagehand and when no one can find James minutes before their set opens it's up to you to find him.

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“Can we get hands? Now!?” You heard a stage hand yelling into you ear. You pulled your ear piece out and finally had a moment’s peace from the chaos. 

It was 30 minutes to curtains, which was known as Hell time - the time when it seemed as though everything went wrong. You were currently racing around the venue trying to find the band’s frontman. Who conveniently went missing. 

You put your earpiece back in just to be met with more shouting. “Y/N do you have eyes on James?” 

“Working on it.” You replied, ducking underneath a staircase to get to the bathrooms. Checked both the men’s and women’s - nothing. Goddamnit. Could anything be easy? You had dealt with this before of course. A band member getting the nerves or cold feet right before going on. They could usually be found in the bathroom, freaking out. Normally you could convince them with a couple kind, but firm words of encouragement. But unfortunately, James Potter would get the best of me. 

You groaned and stomped your feet through the venue. You swung the door to the outside open and jumped at the sound of a grunt. 

“Hello, I’m smoking here!” A thick British accent spoke from behind the door. 

“Sorry-” You started to say until you realized the person in front of you was none other than James Potter himself. “Do you even realize the chaos you are causing right now?!” You shouted at him, fed up with the arrogance these singers displayed. 

“Erm, yeah sorry. Just needed a smoke.”

“Yeah well I need you on stage in 15 minutes so let’s go.” 

“Is it your job to be a stuck up cunt?”

“Oh and let me guess, it's your job to be an arrogant son of a bitch?”

He smirked at your quick comeback. “Have a drag, you’ll feel better love.”

You simply raised your eyebrow at this statement. You hesitated for a moment, wanting to refuse out of spite. But you were stressed out and in fact a hit of nicotine would help. You wordlessly took the cigarette out of his hand, taking a long drag. You blew the smoke right into his face and snubbed it out on the dumpster next to him. “Now can we get a move on? You have a job to do.”

15 minutes later and he walked out on the stage to the sounds of roaring fans. You could finally breathe. While the band was on the stagehands took this time to clean and eat. They ordered a pizza and some pasta. The sound of their music was floating around backstage and you had to admit, they sounded good. James sounded good. You had heard of the band before but had never given them a listen. 

As their set came to a wrap the chaos picked up again as you all hurried around making sure everyone was in their right place. Your job was to make sure the band’s needs were accommodated so you were rushing around their dressing room making sure they had everything. You were just slipping out the door when they piled into the room. Their energy was high and rambunctious. You gave them a couple minutes to themselves before returning back inside to check that everything was going okay.

You knocked and entered. “Everything good here boys?”

James swiveled around in his chair and his eyes lit up in recognition. “You again!” 

You sighed, smiling a little. “Can I get you guys anything?” 

Peter, the drummer, looked up from his phone. “I reckon we’re all set here then? We’ll let you know if we need anything of course.” 

You nodded, slipping out of the room. You had to admit James was very attractive and there was something alluring about him. You packed up your things and headed home. They had another show the next night and you were excited to see where things would go.

Night 2 -

It was a repeat of last night. 30 minutes until curtain and James was nowhere to be found.

“Y/N do you-”

“On it!” You had a feeling you knew exactly where James would be found. This time, you went straight to the back door, swinging it open to the cool night air. 

“We can’t keep meeting like this.” James quipped, exhaling smoke. 

You put your hands on your hips. “Do you do this everywhere you go?” 

“Yeah pretty much. Helps ground me before I perform.”

You held your hand out for the cigarette and he placed it between your pointer finger and middle finger, your hands brushing ever so lightly. 

“I realized yesterday I don’t know your name and I felt so embarrassed. How rude you must think I am.” 

“Oh, Y/N.”

He smiled. "I like that name. But I'm sure you've been told that a million times."  

You stood wordlessly passing the cigarette back and forth until it became a short stub. “We’ve got 15 minutes until curtain so you should probably head back in before I lose my job.” 

“You intrigue me Y/N. Do I have time to kiss you?”

“What?” You spluttered, taken aback. You felt his hands on your hips, a soft enough touch for you to turn away and forget this whole thing. Your heart raced with adrenaline and instead of walking away you ripped your ear piece out and leaned in. 

His lips were soft and his skin melted into your hand. After a couple moments, you pulled away from him knowing he was due on stage any minute now. You shoved him through the door and he reached for your face, gave you one last kiss, and went off towards the stage. 

[the-stars-are-buzzing]

decided to draw what i imagine regulus black looks like in my spider-man au!

[dorlilymylovesss]

Jegulus social media au

James and Regulus have hated each other since childhood, but when Regulus moves in with the Potters( thanks Sirius) for an indefinite period, they are forced to put up with their mutual dislike for the sake of peace in the house. The only problem is that Regulus has secretly been in love with James for a long time.

Now, living under the same roof with his "crush-brother best friend—who he’s supposed to hate" makes things even more complicated.

OTP beside jegulus:

dorlily

wolfstar

rosekiller

* I will be tagging au with special tag

Part 1.1

[theyrealllesbians]

Chapter 3 has just been posted!!

Go read it, this is where the drama starts!!

[padfootastic]

No, tell us about the dorm parties and Lily finding out about them, pretty please

ooooh a tag question! love these too hehe

okay so. a lil bit of backstory: i had a semi-wild teen life, ykno? like. not as crazy as ~american high school movies but in the context of the country i grew up in? pretty unreal. there were parties and alcohol and weed and a lot of hooking up. so much petty drama. so much irreverence.

point is: i dont like it when teens are portrayed as some pure, untouched, prudish creatures who've never heard of fun or drugs or sex. it just doesnt fit with what i know.

and i fully believe that hogwarts--a boarding school where kids have MAGIC (which really just means unending possibilites)--was a place where the students went wilddd. one of the ways? dorm parties. u have these private spaces for just you and like. 5 others. u can do a shit ton with ur wand. why wouldnt u use it for parties ykno?

so yeah, i think the common room had larger parties after like. quidditch wins and end of exams, but bc its more people and more younger kids, u had to be more careful. dorm parties tho? smaller, more intimate, and ur with the people u know/trust so crazier shit will happen.

the marauders were invited to a lot of them in the girls dorms (and vice versa) and ykno. they went to a lot. bc teen boys and girls. it was all very scandalous--booze and short skirts and shirts unbuttoned off their shoulders and hazy smoke filling the room and lipstick marks smeared over chins and necks and the like--and incredibly fun. just kids being kids, yeah?

lily, though. i've long been playing w the idea that her friendship w snape (and chastisement of james--and sirius, to a lesser extent) came w a substantial social cost. her defending someone who was so shady didnt win her any points and i hc as her a person who hid her insecurity w self righteousness (on top of just. being a bit of an abrasive person) which didn't win her additional favors. so even her dormmates maintained a certain distance and the dorm parties didn't often include her. she only found out accidentally when she went up to the room it was happening in to get a book back and saw everyone buzzed out and dancing and more relaxed (intimate) than she'd ever seen.

it was genuinely a huge shock when she saw the boys sprawled across the room in varying stages of undress (james had a girl and a guy on a thigh each, arms wrapped around both waists; sirius was hanging upside down w a joint dangling from his lips and its a wonder he didnt choke himself to death) and she squeaked out of the room in a moment of severe cultural shock.

it was only later that she worked herself into moral outrage and just. hurt-filled anger type stuff, ykno? her roommates sort of had to give her a reality check in that moment. the marauders only blinked at her in bemusement, amused at her high-handed attempts to manage them.

[starchaserfanatic]

Totally gonna write a Jegulus Little Mermaid AU where James (the merman) is utterly obsessed with Prince Regulus who likes to sketch on the beach. So much so that he trades his voice just for a chance to meet him-and Remus who is determined to stop him from doing something stupid follows him to the surface, only to fall head over ass for the Prince’s older brother Prince Sirius.

In other words it’s gonna be great, and James is gonna be a mute dork (probably Remus too) with loads of pining.