#marauders era fafiction

[sincerelybubbles]

hi ! i love your writing! 🫶🏼

i saw you were open for james and the marauders so could you possibly do one where the reader is still a bit shy around pda but james just doesn't give a shit bc he wants to parade her around and love on her? sirius and remus are teasing them and the reader is like "but jamie 🥺 we can't! your friends are here!" 🥺

tyty! 🤍 (feel free to ignore!)

James doesn’t care. He never does—not when it comes to this, to you. He’s never been the kind to hold back, not when he loves something, and he loves you. That much is obvious in the way his fingers press firm against the small of your back, in the way he tilts his head down, eyes burning with something raw, something that makes it impossible to breathe properly.

Sirius’s laughter cuts through the moment, sharp and teasing. "Merlin, Prongs, d’you think you could give us a break? Some of us don’t need to see whatever this is at all hours of the day."

Remus hums, his voice lighter, but no less amused. "She looks like she’s about to bolt, James. Maybe rein it in before you scare her off."

They’re joking, but it doesn’t make the weight of their words any less suffocating. You press your palms against James’s chest, not really pushing, not really resisting, just something to ground yourself. Your voice comes out quieter than you mean it to. "James, we can’t. Your friends are here."

It’s an unspoken plea, a quiet request to let you retreat before the warmth in your chest swells too big to contain. But James doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t let go. His hand slides higher, slow, deliberate, tracing the curve of your spine like he’s memorizing the shape of you. His head dips closer, his voice barely above a murmur.

"I don’t care who’s here."

And you know he means it. You know, because his eyes tell you everything—because when James Potter loves something, he loves it loudly, shamelessly, and completely. There is no halfway with him, no hesitance, no space between wanting and having.

You swallow, glancing away, but he doesn’t let you escape that easily. His fingers find your chin, tilting your face back up to his. "Don’t hide from me," he whispers, and it’s not a command—it’s a plea, softer than anything else about him, edged with something almost fragile.

You want to tell him you’re trying. That it’s not easy, being wanted like this. That it terrifies you, the way he loves so freely, the way he doesn’t seem to question it, not for a second. But James has never been afraid of the things that make his heart beat harder, and for some reason, he refuses to let you be afraid of them either.

Sirius groans, exaggerated. "Prongs, honestly, we get it. You’re obsessed."

James doesn’t even blink. His thumb brushes against your cheek, his lips curve into the smallest, softest smile, and you know—Sirius could go on all day, and it wouldn’t change a thing.

James Potter doesn’t believe in loving quietly.

[marauderswolf22]

it was really spontainous to write but i had to, it's just so addicting to even look at it 😭 i also didn't know how to end it logically so hope it makes sense <3

Burning universes around us, while creating our own

-"You look so kissable moony I swear to god" Prompted by the words, Sirius softly dived towards Remus. their lips came together causing several universes to explode. Remus' slightly calloused, warm hand slid across his jaw. Quietly followed the Roman carved features. Finally stayed in one place, so that the tips of his long fingers were knuckle-deep in Sirius's waves of hair.

Their breaths shortened. Sirius' head swirled inexorably around the feeling of butterflies in his stomach. The heated, but at the same time revealing kiss burned everything encountered outside.

Disarmed like a multi-stage safe, Sirius parted his full lips slightly. Music played in their ears as they explored new levels of heaven together.

Tongues wandered together, mostly led by Remus. His legs felt weak as Sirius began to make sounds that, thanks to their luck, no one else could hear. They heard, saw and felt only each other, only what they wanted.

Completely unaware of the world around them

[slytherinhuman]

Another fic, written by your truly.

A brief summary:

“That was… Wow.” Sirius broke the silence.

“Yeah.” Remus answered.

“Yeah, great show you guys, just remember to put up some privacy charms.” Came James’ voice from outside the canopy bed. Both boys sat upright, feeling caught. They stayed quiet, until they heard a snicker and the door closing.

“Oh my God. I think my brother was here. How much do you think they heard Moony?” Sirius was embarrassed.  

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