#marauder fanfic

[novella-b]

you know ai is taking over our planet as we speak and we all feel this impending sense of doom?

yeah so what if i wrote an au where artificial super-intelligence goes rogue, it’s extremely devastating for our environment so there’s disease outbreaks and the world is looking scarce. remus is a lone survivor, hunting the dying animal populations in what’s left of the woods. UNTIL he stumbles upon a beautiful man with curly raven-hair that will do anything in his power to protect his little brother.

WHAT IF

[cosmal]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 — 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

summary — james, as nervous as he is, kisses you at midnight on new years eve.

warnings/tags — fem!reader, alcohol consumption

Tonight is the night. James swears of it.

He's not sure how he'll make it work, but he usually does, so he will. Granted, he's had plenty of turndowns in his life, and not enough fingers to count them on. But, he's almost certain you like him. The feeling he gets when he's around you is enough clarity to put him at ease, though sometimes it morphs into a number of nerves that he thinks it's all in his head.

But he really thinks he might kiss you tonight.

You cling to him the entire night. Half of him doesn't know why because all your friends are here, though you're not rude because you still stay close even when you're rambling about everything with Lily. The other half of him, at the idea of you wanting to be by his side, has him swelling with adoration and his ego grows tenfold.

23:49. He's still sober enough to read the clock on the wall. He's spent the entire day on squash and enough pints to drop a toddler. If he stays sober just so he can't stuff up the night, he keeps it to himself. Though, Sirius notices because, of course, he does.

"I've never seen you this sober at a new year's party, mate."

On the other hand, Sirius is just as drunk as expected - fortunately for James. If everything goes to shit tonight (which James half expects because you make him more nervous than anyone has ever) the only people who will remember are him and, unfortunately, you.

"Lovely," he murmurs, only because you're so close, into your ear. He's selfishly loving it. More when he watches you shiver.

Your conversation with Alice fades off slowly and you turn to him with a little hum. He traces the edge of your lips and takes in the colour of your lipgloss. He expects a matching mark to be swatched around your glass. Then, like he has been most of the night, traces the silver glitter over your sticky eyelids, the extra length of your soft eyelashes. If he's been obvious about it this whole time, he doesn't care.

"Do you want a drink?" he asks, pressing his knuckles into the skin above your tights. He's pushing his luck, he knows it, and if he thought you'd want him to stop, he would. But then you're wrapping your hand over his where it's at your thigh and you smile. It's shy, barely there, James loves it all the same.

"Yeah, c'mon." You eagerly stand from the booth and tug James up with you.

He has no problems when you lead him through the crowd. Still, he keeps a hand up your arm to shield you from rowdy patrons.

You get to the bar and James says, "I was offering to go get you a drink."

"And leave me in the booth?"

James has half the mind in him to not mention that there are eight other people at your table. You giggle knowingly.

"Right." He nods like it makes any sense.

"What are you having?"

"Whatever you choose." He says because he can.

You order two of the same drinks. Two cosmopolitans with extra lime. The glass is wet and awkward to hold, thin and its stem way too small to hold in his big hands. Still, he sips at it with no qualms because he won't act like he's above a cocktail. In fact, he loves them. Especially when you reach your hand across to wipe the line of pink from his top lip.

When you reach back to your table, everyone's shuffled down. The spot you and James had been cramped into only big enough for one.

With your mouth around the rim of your glass, you offer James the seat with a smile.

"You take it."

"It's okay," you say now, licking stickiness from your thumb.

"Y/N," he frowns.

You frown back. It's more adorable than his. "Sit."

James thinks it might be easier not to argue with you. He sits, unwillingly he wants to add, but it's worth it when you move to his side and place a hand in his hair.

You twist soft locks around your fingers, your hand a warmth he loves more than he would ever admit to anyone. He's glad Sirius and Remus are too busy loving each other in the other corner of the booth. He loves it so much he has to hide his giddy smile in his drink.

The new year is quickly approaching and the pub starts to fill. Most people have their arms linked through someone else's, their lips excitedly pressed to others' cheeks. James grows nervous suddenly. More than he has been since he got here.

He second-guesses every choice he's made tonight up until this moment. He's not entirely sure if you'd want to kiss him (like your lovesick giggles and your hand in his hair isn't enough to prove anything to him). He distracts himself with his sweet drink and thinks, stupidly, he'll see how the next five minutes play out.

Everyone in the pub circle around the TV above the bar, like sardines, pushed snugly up against each other. You press really close into his shoulder until he can feel the bump of your stomach. He worries for you for a moment and looks up over your arm. You smile until someone knocks you into his lap.

You startle and James wraps his arms around your back to stop you from toppling off of him. He's gentle with his touch, barely grazing you. Still, it burns.

"Sorry," you say loudly. Everyone shifts to excited yelling. Standing from their seats, drinks in hand.

You don't show that you want to get up. James isn't sure if this makes him feel better or worse.

The cheering gets louder as the clock ticks over to one minute from midnight. James isn't sure you'll be able to hear him. He's not even sure that he has the courage to say anything at all. Until your hands come forward to wrap around the lapels of his jacket to stable yourself. You don't tug him forward but he leans in anyways.

"Do you," he yells, but he still stammers. If it was bright enough inside he's sure you'd be able to see the blush creeping up his cheeks. "Are you kissing anyone at midnight?"

You smile. So wide that he can hear the thump of his heart over the rowdy atmosphere. "I'm not sure yet. Are you?"

James straightens his back out and you shuffle in his lap. He's feeling pretty lucky. "Maybe!"

The crowd begins the countdown. He leans in and waits for any sign that you want to back out. Like you aren't in his lap. Like this isn't the first time any of this has happened. Granted, this time he thinks he's actually going to kiss you.

James is in his head and he'd be stupid to think you'd not notice. "James!" 7! 6! 5! "Are you gonna kiss me?" It's louder. He still knows you're giggling.

"Fuck," he murmurs to himself, leaning forwards. "Can I?"

You kiss him. You actually kiss him. Right on midnight. Everyone who isn't eating someone else's face cheers. It sets him on fire. Your lips up against his. Soft and tender just like he expected. James squeezes his eyes so hard he sees stars. Brighter than the fireworks he'd expect to see if he wasn't having the best time of his life right now.

He's still buzzing when you pull away. Smiling because he can't help it.

"Happy," James blushes, smiling into the side of his hand when he turns his face away, "happy new year, Y/N."

You're so close James can still feel your breath. It fans over his lips and makes the heat he feels worse. In the best way possible. "Happy new year, James."

James thinks it's the happiest new year he's ever had. In a total adoring and cheesy way. It's even better when you lean in to kiss him again.

[dovahtobi]

Surprise chapter!!!

Four To The End Book Three Chapter One-Twenty-Five Probably-Possibly is now out!!

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Been writing loads guys I am within two or three chapters of finishing writing the third year!

[rosekiller-addict]

HEY GUYS!!!

a little while ago I wrote a little oneshot fic about Evan obliviating Barty and i've decided to maybe continue it and make it into a longer fic

i just wrote and posted the second chapter so if y'all would go check it out I would love that!

[loonylupinblack3]

Regulus: someone will die

Pandora: of fun!

[futurequibblerjournalist]

So, I'm working on the band au featuring jily, pebill and wolfstar and I've run into a little issue where I'm not sure what direction to take the fic,,,, I was thinking you guy could help me lmao

Yes it's intentional that I'm being secretive : ) I know what they mean don't you guys worry lmaooo

[clementinewoolf]

The Quiet Things

WIP. Chapter 4/? Word Count: 25,000. Wolfstar fic. Side Jegulus with an intricate story

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Thrown into Hogwarts in his fifth year, Remus Lupin's strategy is simple: keep his head in the books and himself under the radar. Yet Sirius Black, with his notorious reputation and knack for chaos, seems intent on derailing Remus's carefully laid plans.

.☽ . ｡ﾟ☆

Bound by unspoken secrets, their paths intertwine in a tenuous truce. Surviving until graduation is the goal, uneasy tolerance their only hope. But in the shadowy corridors of Hogwarts, nothing is ever that straightforward.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Hogwarts au: canon elements, storyline/plot is not canon.

Spans from fifth year (1975) into adulthood.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

[marauder-level-chaos]

Invisible String Chapter One

I wrote this fic from the point of view of my OC because i just wanted to develop her a little more. Please let me know your feedback and opinions. It is a modern day Marauders fic with my OC x Fabian Prewett, wolfstar and Jily.

Tags: Swearing, roommates ish, idk what else

Despite her trusted Jeep Wrangler, the drive from New York to Boston was hell for Amethyst. The only reason she did it every weekend was because James and Sirius’ apartment had better alcohol than hers did. Also because they were her oldest friends and she missed them, but she would never admit that. Besides, she had never missed a game night and she wasn’t about to start now. It took her five hours and two iced lattes, but she finally made it.

“Right on time, Meth.” James greeted her with a hug. He had been the Black twins’ oldest friend. The three had been inseparable since their first day of boarding school at 11. That was so long ago, but Meth remembered it like it was yesterday. She had been to their apartment enough times by now to comfortably navigate her way around.  

“Where’s my brother?”

“Where do you think he is? The bathroom, as usual. He’s dressing up for Remus.”

“Those two finally decided to shag each other?” Remus was the boys’ next door neighbor. He had become a regular at the Black-Potter game nights when the boys moved into the apartment. Him and his roommate, Lily. Neither James nor Sirius complained about these new additions to their group. Though she often felt like a fifth wheel around them, Meth wasn’t complaining either. She had grown quite fond of both of them.

“We’re not shagging. Yet.” Sirius’ head poked out of the bathroom.

“How come you never dress up for me, then, Pads?” A knock on the boys’ front door cut their conversation short.

“I’LL GET IT!” Sirius yelled from the bathroom, making a beeline for the door. Running his hand through his hair a final time, he opened the door. “Hello, Remus.”

Remus stood there with his mouth slightly open. Sirius’ strategy to blind him with glitter and makeup seemed to be working. While the pair stared at each other for an uncomfortably long amount of time, James and Meth welcomed Lily inside.

“We brought Pictionary! And drinks, once Remus can stop staring at your brother.” The mention of his name snapped Remus back to reality.

“Right. I’ve got some hard lemonade right here.”

“Oh, and I invited a friend. I met him during a swim meet. He’s over at Boston University, wants to be a writer.” James would invite half of Boston into his apartment if he could.

“Is he hot?” James raised an eyebrow at Meth’s question. She simply shrugged. “What? I’m tired of being a fifth wheel around here.”

The games began shortly afterward. The five of them were very competitive as a group, especially Amethyst. She was second to Remus, behind only by one point. All she had to do was not let the Jenga tower in front of her fall and victory would be hers. Just as she was about to make her move, somebody knocked on their front door. In a moment of distraction, Meth accidentally knocked over the tower in front of her.

“That must be Fabian.” James got up to get the door.

“Is that the son of a bitch who cost me this round?”

“Be nice, we have guests. And he brought wine.” Meth rolled her eyes at how quickly her brother was willing to sell himself for a bottle of cheap merlot.

“I also brought a poker set. I wasn’t sure what kind of game night this was.”

“Excellent. Everybody, meet Fabian. Fab, that’s Sirius, Remus, Lily and Meth.” He was tall - six feet, Meth would guess - and well-structured. He was exactly her type.

“Meth? That’s an unusual name.”

“It’s short. Like she is.”

“Sirius, I swear to God-” She cut herself short and turned her attention to the stranger in front of her. “Amethyst. My name is Amethyst.”

He smiled and grabbed the empty seat next to her. “So what are we playing?”

“Now that we have an even number of players, we can play Pictionary.” For as bad an artist as she was, Lily was really excited about Pictionary. The group gave in and played a few rounds before moving on to poker. Sirius’ many requests for turning it into strip poker instead were denied.

“We know you want to see Remus’ dick, Siri,but try and keep it in your pants.”

“As if you don’t want to see James take his shirt off.” Sirius’ comment was directed at Lily but Meth couldn’t stop herself from imagining what Fab might look like under that baggy shirt.

“Is this how these always go?” Fab leaned in closer to Meth’s ear and whispered.

“Usually. This isn’t even the worst of it.”

“At least tell me they’re hot. If they’re going to start stripping, I’d rather know what I’m in for.”

“You do know Sirius is my twin, right?”

“I did not know not. James did not tell me that.” Fab turned nearly as red as his hair. “Identical?”

“Minus the penis, yes. Mine’s bigger.”

Fab laughed and Meth realized she hadn’t heard something so contagiously beautiful in a very long time. Or ever, to be honest. He was as fun as he was handsome. That was going to be trouble for her. As the fatigue and hunger from their days set in, game night was brought to a pause. James offered to order dinner for the group. Lily and Sirius’ bickering had evolved into her braiding his hair in a corner. Meth decided to use this opportunity to stretch her legs. She grabbed her beer and headed for the balcony outside.

“Care to join me? This is one of my favorite views in the city.” Fab was only too quick to take her up on her offer. The night was chillier than either of them expected it to be. It was refreshing. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the fact that Fab was sitting close enough to her for her to be able count the freckles on his face, but he was even prettier in the moonlight. Definitely trouble. They weren’t outside for very long before James called them back inside.

“Food’s here. You can flirt later.”

“We weren’t flirting. We weren’t even talking.”

“Meth, you were looking at him with literal hearts in your eyes so please don’t give me that bullshit.” She hadn’t realized that until James pointed that out. James could be wrong. Meth really wasn’t the type of girl to look at anyone with hearts in her eyes, no matter how handsome they were.

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[nightshift-clocking-in]

BRB writing about a girl gang

[rudamaruda520]

me as a writer

[bloodbruise]

the bitches traumatized by saltburn would never survive the fics in my ao3 history

[outromoony]

Me when the slow burn is slow burning

[elainiisms]

meeee

[rosekiller-addict]

okay so if I wrote a fic where Evan oblivated Barty during the war because he didn't want Barty to be killed because he thought Barty didn't deserve to because he only joined the death eaters because he didn't want to be like his father and then everyone ends up dying but Evan and Barty and Evan is stuck to watch Barty who thinks he's a muggle and Evan second guesses his descions because it was possible that Barty wouldn't die and Evan would be alone would anyone read it?

[percabething]

when the fandom is so small that everybody knows everybody

[starchaserfanatic]

My Friends/Family: Hey can I see your phone? I need to look something up.

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