#marauders fanficiton

[lord-save-me]

No but imagine an au where Regulus was trans but had met James on multiple occasions as a child/teen before he decided to cut contact with everyone to transition and when they finally meet as adults Regulus has to deal with the fact that James doesn't remember who he is and is constantly debating on telling him with the potential of ruining their relationship or keeping it a secret with the possibility of him finding out

[cressthebest]

okay yall, i vowed to not do these. but here i go. cause i need peer pressure.

after 10 notes, i’ll read another chapter of crimson rivers

at 50 notes, i’ll read chapter 65

at 75 notes, i’ll read chapter 66

at 100 notes, i’ll read chapter 67

at 125, i’ll read chapter 68

at 150, i’ll read chapter 69

at 200, i’ll read chapter 70

at 250, i’ll read chapter 71

at 300, i’ll read chapter 72

and lastly at 400 notes i’ll read the rest

so go nuts. y’all determine how many chapters i read now. cause i cannot be in charge for myself. i physically cannot force myself to finish this fic even tho i want to.

no note limits for anyone

[thewizardingpost]

A Game of Quidditch… and Confessions 

James Potter x f!reader

summary ⌇ you’ve been acting distant lately, and James notices. As he grows concerned, you try to hide the truth: you secretly tried out for the Slytherin Quidditch team, afraid that if he finds out, he’ll think you’re putting yourself in danger and try to talk you out of it.

warnings ⌇word count  1.4k, established relationship, misunderstanding, argument, hurt/comfort, slytherin reader, mentions/discussions of injuries/death, fluff, happy ending 

Rough game, Quidditch. You definitely know as the girlfriend of James Potter, known chaser (and occasional seeker) having watched so many of his games from the sidelines. It’s dangerous, but maybe that’s why it piques your interest so much. Maybe that’s what brought you to sign up for the Slytherin Quidditch team. 

This decision, however, was not brought to James’ attention. He should know. You told your closest friend and family, but not him. You’ve tried to tell him. There have been moments where it’s just been the two of you–perfection placements in time to share the news. The news that up until you’ve been alone with him has been so exciting. You freeze up, your heart stuttering in your chest when the words come so close to being spoken to him. The anxiety would crawl so far up your through it deem it better not to tell him.

From that came a new persona out of you. You could not stay too long in his presence, the guilt eating away internally. The guilt was a nasty little voice inside your mind speaking poison like how could you not tell him? You’ve always been so honest with each other, and now you’re breaking that trust. You’re going to break his trust. He’s going to be so mad when he finds out. 

These thoughts damned your mood. That playful smile and spark in your eyes dimmed, and he noticed because of course he did. 

He’s tried to console you in many ways. A hand on your thigh in the dining hall, looking at you with a concerned look throughout the day, and of course–communicating with you. He’s tried to, one night after walking back with you from Hogsmede. The path had been light with the moon overhead, a gentle breeze that blew the trees that surrounded you. Hogwarts was in the distance, lit up and reflecting off of the lake below. 

"Alright there, love? You’ve got that look on your face.”

You looked at him, slightly panicked, “whatever do you mean?”

“You don’t seem like yourself, are you doing alright? I'm concerned.”

Your response that night had been a lie, denying his concern and yet again letting him know that you’re “fine.” 

The truth came to light in an almost wicked way. You were sitting at the Gryffindor table in the dining hall around three in the evening. James and a few other friends were beside you as well, catching up. Your owl had made an appearance, flying to you and dropping what looked to be a broom shaped package. Not the usual time to receive mail, but it seems to be a personal delivery. You took the note that’s on the side of the broom, reading it. 

It was a confirmation letter, you made the team. 

James leans over your shoulder, “what’s that, lovely?”

Your sudden jerk to the other side caught him by surprise, the interest on his face morphing into confusion and a flicker of hurt. "Hey, what’s going on?" he asks, his voice softer now, as if sensing something is off.

Your friend, unaware that you’ve been trying so hard to hide it from James, exclaims, “I believe this lady just made it into the Slytherin Quidditch team!”

His expression changes quickly, a mix of shock and disbelief flashing across his face. “You’ve… what?” His voice is almost a whisper, as if he’s trying to process the words.

"You didn’t tell me," he continues, his tone softer but tinged with hurt. "You’ve been hiding this from me?" The words sting more than you expected, and the tension in the air grows heavy.

He’s not angry, but you can see the disappointment flicker in his eyes — a look you’d been dreading. You could tell he was struggling with whether to be mad or just confused, hurt that you hadn’t shared something so big with him. You open your mouth to explain, but the words feel stuck, like you’re trapped in the weight of your own secret.

“Oh James, I—”

You freeze on your words again, not knowing what to say–but also feeling quite embarrassed to have such a conversation around others. With a tug on his arm, you pull him behind you–off towards somewhere more secluded. You’re halfway up to the clock, stopping in the stairwell. 

“Talk to me,” he starts, crossing his arms, “Explain it to me. Why have you been lying to me?”

His eyes are locked on yours, his expression a mix of confusion and hurt. He crosses his arms, but there's a tension in his shoulders — like he's trying to hold himself back from getting upset.

You swallow, trying to steady your nerves. “James, I— I didn’t want to upset you.” The words feel like they're coming out too quickly, but it's hard to explain everything all at once.

James's jaw tightens slightly, and his voice lowers, the frustration creeping in. “Upset me? You think I’d be upset because you made the Slytherin Quidditch team? You’re right, I don’t get it. But hiding it from me? That doesn’t make sense.”

He takes a step toward you, his gaze hardening, but the anger is controlled — cool, like he’s struggling to keep his calm. “Why not just tell me? You don’t think I could handle it?” His voice cracks just a bit with that question, revealing the hurt beneath.

You flinch slightly at the bite in his tone, your heart sinking. The last thing you wanted was for him to be upset with you.

“I—I didn’t want you to think I was doing something stupid,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t want you to think I was putting myself in danger. You know how I feel about Quidditch, and Slytherin and Gryffindor, it’s complicated. I just thought you’d get mad.”

James looks like he’s about to say something else, but then he sees the way your shoulders slump, the way you avoid looking directly at him. His eyes soften a little, and the anger that had been simmering cools into something else—concern.

He exhales, a long breath, and runs a hand through his hair, his expression softening. He steps closer, his voice gentler now. “I’m not mad. I just–I didn’t know, and that stings a bit.”

You meet his gaze then, the weight of his words finally sinking in. The anger is gone, replaced with the warmth and tenderness that’s always been there when he’s truly listening.

He gives you a small, reassuring smile, his tone quieter. “You should’ve told me, though. You didn’t need to hide this from me.”

"I'm not always some confident person with those I care so much about," you admit, feeling the vulnerability slip out. "I have insecurities, thoughts that spiral, James. I got scared. I thought maybe you'd think I was reckless or that you'd get angry. I didn’t want to lose you over something like this."

James looks at you for a long moment, his brow furrowed in thought. Then, he steps forward again, gently cupping your face with his hands. His voice is low, soft. "I won’t pull away from you. You’re everything to me. But I’m always going to worry when you put yourself in danger. That’s just me being me, and I’m not going to apologize for it."

You nod slowly, a lump forming in your throat as you lean into his touch. "I’m sorry for hiding it. I shouldn’t have kept it from you."

"Don’t apologize," he murmurs, shaking his head, his thumb brushing over your cheek. "Just next time, talk to me. I can handle it. You don't have to carry everything alone, okay?"

You look up at him, the tension easing between you, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you feel lighter. He pulls you into a hug, his arms wrapping around you with the comfort you were craving.

“I love you, you know that, right?” he says quietly against your hair.

You smile softly, breathing him in. “I love you too, James.”

[lovegoodskies]

call - @into-the-jeggyverse - 250

James grabbed his keycard from his pocket and unlocked the front door of his apartment and walked inside. He was immediately met with the voices of his roommates, Sirius and Remus. Who happened to be his best friends. The three of them met during their freshman year of university and became fast friends. Once they were able to, they lived together and the relationship between the three of them grew. 

“Absolutely not.” Sirius said, and Remus groaned. Remus needed help with a project and Sirius wasn’t willing. Usually he was, but he was drowning in his own work this time around. Some overdue. “Hey James,” Sirius yelled as he walked in. James waved his hand and walked into his bedroom, closing the door behind him. Sirius and Remus looked at each other and shrugged slightly. 

James placed his bag on his chair and sat on his bed. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and grabbed his phone. He unlocked it and dialed Regulus’s number and waited while it rang. It was a few seconds before Regulus answered. 

“Hey you,” Regulus said through the phone. A smile plastered itself onto James’s face and he laid back onto his bed and placed his head on his pillow. 

“I failed my exam.”

“Starting off strong, wow.” Regulus responded. James groaned. He had an important exam the other morning and he thought he did great. Turns out otherwise. Regulus knew by that though, the two were in for quite a long phone call this evening. 

[axxio-sriracha]

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August 2024 Prompts

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[hxlda-hxlda]

jegulus spy au

it happened. it finally happened.

meet me there (are you coming?) | iMayBeObsessed

“I hate you.”

“Then why did you wait for me?”

OR: meet james potter, one the order of the phoenix’s best agents. but even the best have their downfalls, their weaknesses. and james’ just so happens to be standing tall in a room full of beaten-unconscious men, with scowling lips so damn pretty james has to, needs to, kiss them.

[blueironywrites]

Okay, so this is something really small.

But you know how they'll often be an opening to a scene where one of the characters is lying in bed and watching the other, and the other is lying on their stomach and the covers are only up to their waist so their back is exposed and the sun rays are gently filtering through the window and there's beautiful prose of how soft the morning is and how pretty the character lying down is and how in love the character watching is.

Beat.

Isn't the character lying down FREEZING?

Sorry. Maybe it's that I just always run cold (it's honestly pathetic how much I struggle) but I live in a place where it gets uncomfortably hot and I still need something covering me at all times when I sleep.

Anyway.

As you were.

[starsarestories]

The next chapter is going to be the longest one so far. It's taking me ages to edit and on top of that I've got coursework for college, so it won't be out until Monday. Possibly tomorrow (Sunday) but I doubt it. It'll be worth it though, I promise. A lot happens in the next chapter. Lots of important things. Thanks for being so patient! <3

[murderoushagthesequel]

2 In The Morning

quick little microfic of ADHD James because i fucked up my day and i was mad at myself about it so i had to write reggie comforting james :)

(also i did write this in the dark at 2am and proofread it like once so forgive me)

"Hey, baby?" Regulus asks softly, walking towards the bed.

"Mhm?" James replies, absentmindedly, not fully there. Regulus sits down on the edge of the bed and gently reaches towards James.

"Think maybe it's time to put the computer away for the night?" he continues gently.

"I'm almost done with this chapter though," he protests.

"Jamie," Regulus says, a bit more sternly, putting his hand on James' shoulder. James looks up. "You said that five chapters ago." James looks confused.

"But- but that was- ...just this last chapter, I promise." He tries to defend himself, looking a bit hurt. Regulus rubs his shoulder lightly in a soothing motion.

"It's 2 in the morning, James," he says, and James' hands freeze. James turns back to Regulus with a horrified look on his face.

"It's- what?" he whispers on the verge of tears. "But, but it was just 8. I had- I had work to do and I wanted to take a shower and-" the tears start flowing silently down his cheeks and he slumps down, his head in his hands, as he continues to ramble. Regulus can hear James' breathing speed up. "I- I- didn't do the laundry- or-" He struggles to get out the rest of his panic through hyperventilating breaths.

"Shh, shh, it's okay," Regulus says, holding James to him. "I'm right here, I'll make sure everything's alright, I promise." He tries his best to calm James down and keep him together. James continues to breath heavily. "Deep breaths, James, deep breaths." Regulus starts breathing slowly and purposefully, smiling when James starts to follow him.

"You promise?" James finally says, meekly. Regulus presses a kiss to the top of his head and squeezes him tighter.

"I promise, baby. I'll always be right here for you. I love you so much." Regulus will remind him as many times as he needs. As many times as possible.

"Even when I fuck up like this?" he asks quietly. Regulus lifts his head up, holding his face between his palms.

"You didn't fuck up James, this isn't your fault, okay?" James avoids his eyes. "James, you haven't done anything wrong. But even if you did, I would still love you no matter what." James looks back at him.

"Okay," he whispers. Regulus leans forward and presses a kiss to his forehead, then wipes away some of the tears under his eyes. He reaches over and closes the laptop, setting it on James' desk across the room. He walks back over to the bed and offers a hand to James.

"Now let's get ready for bed, yeah?" James winces at the reminder of the time but nods, standing up and taking Regulus' hand, and they walk to the bathroom together.

[lord-save-me]

Crazy to me how fanfics will make it a point to "talk about issues" and have the muggleborn discrimination be some dramatic metaphor and then have purebloods use mudblood because "they're not using it in an offensive way", like babes your privilege is showing

[infinitewolfstarr]

Sometimes I cry when writing my fics/re reading them and it makes me feel so good and when other people tell me they cried? Excellent

[runnerofthemills]

An Open Letter to bizzarestars

To bizzarestars (zeppazariel):

You are a talented author with great promise, but you are wasting your energy trying to stop people sharing your fics. Trading pdfs or files or copies of fanfiction is as old as fandom itself. I am so sorry, but you put your art out there and it is no longer under your control, that is the nature of creating art. So take it from someone who has created fics and accounts much bigger and older than you and then simply walked away, just log out. Make a new account, write under a new name, and leave the fans of your previous work to squabble about it as much as they want. It's more theirs now than yours anyway. Jump into a new fandom, try a new writing style, create and explore till your hearts content and remember if its ever too much, you can just drop the pieces and walk away. You owe them nothing. But trying to scrub it from the internet or control the narrative around it is only going to burn you out, and you deserve better than that. So wash you hands of it, pick yourself up, and go find something else that sparks joy. I wish you the best of luck.

love, a long time fandom vet on throw away i made in less than 2 mins

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September 2024 Prompts

Thank you to everyone who has joined in and participated in our August prompts! We quite enjoyed reading through fics as they came in :) If you would still like to see those fics, you can find those here!

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[lyrabriddle]

cheers babes i love a little tag game

current time: 10:27 am

current activity: playing township

currently thinking about: making this sevmione text fic

current favourite song: All My Love // Noah Kahan

currently reading: Amor Vincit Omnia, Blends, DOT, Snakes and Lions, The cadence of part time poets

currently watching: nothing atm

current favourite character: Remus “moony” lupin in Cadence

Current WIP: Panville baby making smut, Prince Publishing, a drinny enemies to lovers

i’m tagging @schmem14 @magicalsydney :)

Okay thank you @thisliminalspace-on-ao3 for helping distract me from productivity.

current time: 14:46pm

current activity: Writing fanfiction and watching you eat popcorn

currently thinking about: the cadence of part time poets and also all the young dudes. and also why dungarees are everything to me.

current favorite song: moonage daydream

currently reading: TCOPT and ATYD Sirius POV

currently watching: I haven't watched anything for AGES although i recently watched shrek and frankly that's always a good decision

current favorite character: the love of my life in everything is remus lupin. Sirius black in TCOPT is incredible, though. I'm also a lover of Marlene.

current wip: Cold Coffee - Drarry, Thousands of Good Deeds - Marauders/wolfstar/jily/dorlene/rosekiller, and Rocket Man - wolfstar with sneaky jeggy, marylily, rosekiller and dorlene in the background,

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