#mary macdonald drabble

[lesbosiriuss]

˗ˏˋ You are, I think, an evening star´ˎ˗

↳ a butchfemme marylene drabble

cw: mentions of dysphoria and referenced sex

mary had always been perceptive to marlene, ever since they met and there was a long list of things she noticed about marlene throughout their time knowing each other.

firstly was that mary noticed the way marlene always changed in the bathroom before bed and how he always got up before anyone else in the morning in 1st year. how the one time mary woke up early enough that marlene was still changing, blush had flooded his cheeks when he spotted her moving and rushed to button up the last of the buttons on his shirt.

then there was the way in 2nd year mary noticed how marlene had such a fixation with emmeline vance, specifically emmeline on the quidditch pitch. he watched every play, every pass, every movement the quidditch player made. but that wasn’t all mary noticed she noticed the way marlene would blush and look away the second anyone else spotted him doing so.

after that in 3rd year mary noticed the envy marlene clearly had for sirius and even james, this came as a shock to mary who knew marlene grew up with james, but he would frequently watch them as they play fought with an expression anyone else would read as annoyance but mary knew to be jealousy. marlene would roll his eyes after spotting them talking to girls in the hall ways and complete with them at quidditch practices

then in 4th year mary couldn’t help but noticed marlene looking at himself in the mirror for too long and wearing big baggy jumpers all year around no matter the heat, even when he was so clearly suffering. it got to a point where one day, in the summer months, marlene had passed out from heat stroke and even then as he lay in the hospital wing mary spotted the way he hunched in on himself like he was scared of his own body. she also spotted the way that after that marlene wore a larger version of his usual quidditch jersey as often as he could get away with.

then mary noticed marlene’s discomfort whenever her hands got caught in the hair around his face and shoulders when they kissed for the very first time at the end of their 5th year after spending all year walking on an invisible tightrope. but mary was more than happy to take him to get a pixi cut over the summer when it kept happening.

then she noticed marlene cringe at the word girlfriend being used in reference to him after they started dating in 6th year, how marlene would cover it up with a smile but his eyes told a million different words. mary started calling marlene her partner after and it never failed to make marlene grin in a way that was the most beautiful thing mary had ever seen making it so, so worth it.

in 7th year not long after mary’s 18th birthday, marlene and mary talked about having sex for the first time. it had been lovely but mary had noticed the way marlene hadn’t wanted anything in return. he hadn’t wanted mary to reciprocate and so mary had asked marlene about it casually in bed. it was the first time he nervously told her about being a stone butch, how it didn’t mean he wanted to be a man and how it didn’t mean something was wrong with him either. that he was still the same marlene he had always been.

she told him she loved him just as he was and asked him to tell her more about it as they laid next to each other in the quiet of the room in the dark of night. she later on went and did research of her own finding little things to try suprise him with to help him feel more comfortable in his own skin.

first was when she helped him bind his chest for the first time after the two got a place of their own after graduation. she had held him in her arms as he cried looking in the mirror over how much he liked looking at himself for the first time since he was a child.

second was a year or two into living together in their one bedroom flat, when she looked at some tutorials in magazines on “men’s” hair cuts at home and replicated it on marlene, giving him a more masculine cut than the pixi he had at the time.

then was when she had used he/him pronouns with marlene for the first time when talking about him to their cat. she hadn’t even fully realised she had done it but she did notice the way marlene came over and hugged her from behind and whispered thank you in her ear.

she remembers the first time marlene had let mary reciprocate during sex claiming he had never felt as safe as he did in her hold.

10 years of being together had also been 10 years of marlene slowly feeling more and more content with small acts of femininity when with mary and mary alone.

things like the feminine terms he always hated being used on him, one day mary had made a passing comment that she would of made marlene her wife in a heartbeat if they could. the following day marlene came home with a ring even if they couldn’t legally marry it was enough for them and so whenever anyone asked her if she had a husband she would always tell them yes, even with their close friends she would call marlene her husband, saving the title of wife for when it was just them.

- the end

[stagprongs]

behind every hot girl there is unhealthy, slightly concerning, spiritual connection to harry potter’s dead parents dead friend group

[msmk11]

Just Like All the Other Angry Boyfriends Before

James Potter x Hufflepuff!fem!reader

WC: 4.2k

CW: angst; hurt/comfort; fluff; idiots

Summary: Two idiots in love who don’t know how to handle their emotions properly- aka school dance drama

A/n: yall said you wanted this fic even tho I lowkey hate it, so here it is!

Shrill squeals echo through the stone corridor as you make your way to the Great Hall after class. You turn the corner to find a group of girls surrounding Alice Fortescue and Frank Longbottom. Alice is blushing profusely as you hear her declare, “yes I’ll go to the formal with you!”

Frank whoops excitedly and draws Alice into a warm embrace. There are more squeals from the girls, so high pitched you’re sure they’ve shattered your ear drums. As you pass the happy couple, you smile at them warmly and share your congratulations. On the inside, however, you grimace. You’re no antagonist to fun, really, but as the winter formal continues to approach closer and closer, and you are still without a date, you find yourself beginning to reject the idea of any formal at all. It’s not that you have a lack of options either- plenty of people have asked you- but rather, you’ve been holding off in hopes that a certain special someone will.

Begrudgingly, you accept that if you put things off much longer, you will be dateless. And while you’re not necessarily opposed to going alone, you’d rather not when nearly all your friends have dates. Lily has Mary, Marlene has Dorcas, Alice has Frank, and Remus has Sirius.

That leaves you and James.

Although you’re a Hufflepuff, you throw your stuff down onto the Gryffindor table and plop into a seat next to Lily. You huff dejectedly and rest your head on her shoulder, “Why does everyone have to be all happy and in love? It’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid honey, you’re just bitter because P-“

You slap your hand over her mouth and glare at her, “SHH there’s people around.”

“Right, sorry,” she replies, prying your hand off her mouth.

“Also…” she pauses and sniffs your hand, “is that a new lotion? What scent is it?”

Before you can answer, you’re interrupted by Mary who sits down on the other side of Lily and kisses her on the cheek.

“Uh, babe, why are you sniffing her hand?”

“I’m not weird, I swear! She’s the one who shoved her hand in my face. I just wanted to know what lotion she was using.”

Mary gives the two of you questioning looks.

“Potter” Lily mouths.

Mary nods in understanding and smirks. She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively as she shifts her attention to the raven-haired boy a few seats down.

“Still waiting for him to ask you?”

“Mhmmm.”

“You know, it is the 20th century, you could try asking him for a change.”

“Excellent idea, love! Oi, Potter, come here,” Lily shouts.

You glare at them in panic and mumble, “I hate you both.”

James looks up from his conversation with his friends and slides down the bench towards you.

“We have a very important question for you,” Lily says.

You glare at her once again, “I think Lily here is actually far over exaggerating the importance of the question. I’m sure whatever discussion you were having with Remus, Peter, and Sirius was much more urgent.”

James chuckles, “It’s the opposite actually. Remus and Sirius were arguing over what they are wearing to the formal. So really, you saved me.”

You let out the most pitiful laugh, cursing your luck.

“So… what is this very important question you wanted to ask me?”

You attempt to act nonchalant as you ask him if he has a date for the formal yet.

“Oh, the formal? Not yet, though I have a few options in mind. But if you’re implying you want to go together, I’m totally down.”

You’re pretty sure your heart skips a beat.

“I mean, I don’t want you to go alone while everyone else in the friend group has a date.”

This time, your heart drops.

“Oh, so you don’t mind doing me a favor and taking me to the formal?” You ask, an accusing tone to your voice.

“Right, that’s what friends are for,” he says, innocently.

Nail in the coffin.

“So, let me get this straight. You’ll only go with me because you feel sorry for me and because you don’t think I can get a date to the formal?” you ask angrily.

“No I-“ he begins defensively.

“Well you should know, Potter, that I do have a date to the formal, and I was only asking if you had one because I was worried you were going to be the one going alone.”

“Wait! You’re going with someone?!” He says, shocked.

“Don’t act so surprised. Just because I’m ‘one of the guys’ to you doesn’t mean I’m not desirable to other people,” you retort.

Then, you stand up and snatch your books off the table. As you storm away you hear him yell, “Wait, but who are you going with?”

Great question.

*****

Back in the Hufflepuff dorms, you sit in one of the common room chairs stewing over your recent interaction with James. While your initial reaction was anger, time has led way to more intense feelings of hurt. While he didn’t outwardly reject you, the sting of the friend zone was just as painful. You needed to move on, but with who?

The universe seems to answer your question in the form of Amos Diggory.

Amos Diggory- an arrogant, handsome, girlfriend-stealer, with an intense fear of commitment. He would be perfect.

No foreigner to flirting, you put on your most charming smile and call out, “Hey Diggory…”

He looks in your direction and you motion for him to come sit. He smiles at his friends and shoos them away. As Amos comes and sits down next to you you know that, if this goes according to plan, you will royally piss James off. The two rival in looks and on the quidditch field, and James cannot stand Amos.

“Hey gorgeous,” he says, looking you up and down.

“So, you, uh, have a date to the formal yet?”

“No, I prefer to go alone. So my options are open.”

You smirk teasingly, “What if I can convince you to change your mind?”

Amos smiles at you seductively, “I’m listening.”

“Well, you like to go to these things alone so you can entertain the attentions of many girls. But, if you go with one girl, me, you’ll get even more attention. What is going to happen when all of the girls at Hogwarts think that the Amos Diggory is off the market?”

“You have me intrigued,” he says, “And how are you not in Slytherin with that devious little mind of yours?”

“I prefer to keep it my little secret.”

Then, you lean closer to him, “Though I guess it’s our little secret now.”

Amos is falling perfectly into your trap, and you know that he already wants to kiss you. You pull away before he even gets the chance.

“Before I agree, what’s in this for you?” He asks.

“Revenge on James Potter…”

If your flirting hadn’t fully won him over, this does.

*****

In the evening, you make your way to the Gryffindor common room where you always do homework with your friends. Though James, Peter, and Sirius consistently show up late, you make sure to leave extra early to avoid conversation with James at all costs.

You forget, however, that James sometimes knows you better than you know yourself. So when you arrive, he is already there on the couch, waiting for you. Lily and Remus are spread out on the floor, Mary is sprawled across a red chair, and Dorcas is lying in Marlene’s lap reading her textbook while Marlene writes a paper. James shoots up from his seat as you walk in.

“Hey! Can we talk?” He asks anxiously.

Although they pretend to hide it, you know your friends are secretly listening. Still, you don’t care.

“No, James, we can’t. Although it may be uncharted territory, you and I are in what people call a fight. So just let me be.”

“But shouldn’t we talk?”

“No, James. I don’t want to talk. Not right now.”

The fight leaves his body and he retreats, “fine. I’ll just leave you be.”

He grabs his stuff and goes up to his dorm as you settle yourself in his place.

“Don’t you think you’re being a little harsh?” Remus asks softly.

“Maybe,” you say, “But I’m sick of always downplaying my feelings to protect his. It’s not fair to me.”

Lily grabs your hand, “you’re right, it’s not fair. And I’m sorry for pushing all of this on you, it wasn’t my place.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry too,” Mary adds.

“Well, I’m not. This just encouraged me to get over my silly little crush and focus my attentions on someone who will actually take interest in me. There are plenty of people out there.”

“Hell yeah there are!” Marlene says encouragingly.

Dorcas smacks her arm, “Marlene! James is one of your best friends!”

“So is she! I love them both, but she’s right, she needs to do what’s best for her.”

“Just don’t push him away completely,” Dorcas tells you seriously.

“I won’t,” you sigh, “He‘s still so important to me. It just won’t be in the way that I hoped.”

Silence falls over the group.

“Who fucking died?”

Everyone jumps and turns to look in the direction of the voice. Behind you stands Sirius and Peter, both with perplexed looks on their faces.

“James, after she fucking tore him apart earlier,” Marlene replies, motioning to you.

Peter nods as he plops down by your feet, “Oh right! I heard about that.”

Sirius smacks you upside the head, “Yeah, what was that all about?”

“He basically called me a fucking unattractive loser. What else was I supposed to do?” You say, smacking him back.

“I think you’re over-exaggerating just a little bit,” Mary responds cautiously.

“I mean, I think he was just trying to be nice. Maybe it hurt because he essentially friendzoned you?” Lily adds.

“Wait, do you have a crush on James?” Sirius asks you.

“Sirius, have you really never noticed?” Remus responds disbelievingly.

Sirius only shrugs his shoulders.

“Okay, I get it, I get it. James is the perfect golden boy and I’m just another one of Potter’s stupid fangirls who follows him blindly and makes a fool of themselves.”

“Honey no,” Lily starts, “it’s not that it’s-“

“Can you not lecture me, please?” You interrupt, “Maybe I overreacted, but is it so wrong to be angry about being pitied. Especially by someone you really care about?”

“No, it’s not,” Peter tells you, “I get it.”

“Thank you,” you respond dejectedly.

It’s quiet for a moment and you’re stuck stewing in your own self-loathing.

Then, Lily speaks up again, “Uhm, I have one more question, and then I’ll drop the subject.”

You nod, encouraging her to continue.

“Who are you going to take to the formal? Because you told James you had a date, even though you didn’t.”

“Oh, yeah, uhmmm about that…” you say, laughing nervously.

“What rash thing did you do now?” Dorcas asks.

“I may or may not have asked Amos Diggory to be my date to the dance…. And he said yes.”

Marlene laughs loudly, “Oh shit!”

*****

To avoid conflict, you decide that it’s best for you to go to the formal with Amos and his friends rather than string him along with yours. Tension is already high between James and you, and you know Amos’ being there would only make things worse. You try to push it out of your mind, but you can’t help wondering who James is taking to the formal with him. You picture all the prettier, smarter, and better girls he could be going with, and your stomach begins to ache. You are also worried about what people will say in relation to you going with Amos.

Your thoughts start to spiral. Will people hate you? Will James hate you? Is your dress all wrong? Will you be the worst dressed there? The anxieties are endless and there seems to be no relief in sight.

Still, you push through and doll yourself up, masking your true feelings behind layers of hairspray, makeup, and itchy fabric. Your dress is light blue with a silvery sheer fabric over top, like fresh snow on a frozen lake. The top half is form-fitting with silvery straps, and the bottom spreads outward in a loose skirt. You twist back the front strands of your hair with silver clips and adorn your face with light makeup and shimmery eyeshadow. At promptly eight you drag yourself to the common room where Amos sits with his friends and their dates.

You put on a fake smile, “Amos, you look handsome.”

He looks you up and down, “I know. And you look hot.”

What a gentleman.

You say a polite thank you and avoid some of the stares you’re getting from the other girls. You can tell that some are jealous already, yet they maintain outward politeness, which you’re grateful for.

Amos, at least, extends his arm, which you grab, as you walk towards the Great Hall. Your walk is filled with polite conversation about simple things from quidditch, to class, and plans for the holidays. So far, it’s not as bad as you thought, though you wished you would have just gone dateless with your friends.

You cast these regrets aside, however, when you arrive at your destination. To no one’s surprise, the Hogwarts decorating committee has outdone themselves once again. The typical long, wooden tables are gone and in place is a magnificent white dance floor that seems to shimmer like the snow. Warm, golden globes of light hang from the sky and snowflakes fall from above, though never reaching the ground. The room is an explosion of silvers, whites, and blues, and you’re sure you’ve stepped into a winter wonderland.

“This is just-“ Amos begins.

“Wow” you finish, “Like a winter wonderland.”

“And you’re its queen,” he says.

You blush in spite of yourself.

“Compliments won’t get you a kiss so soon,” you tease, “It’s only eight.”

He bites his lip, “fine. But I can only restrain myself from a beautiful girl so long.”

You laugh lightly and swat him on the shoulder. Then, music begins to play.

Amos motions towards the dance floor, “shall we?”

*****

As James adjusts his tie in the mirror, he can’t help but think about what a pathetic loser he is. Although he’d had plenty of girls who he could have gone to the formal with, he continued to wait, assuming there would be someone better coming along. Who that person was, he wasn’t sure. But now, he was alone.

And then there was you. He doesn't know what happened. One second you two were fine, and then suddenly, you blew up. While he knows that he insulted you, he can’t understand why you are so angry. Sirius said not to overthink it, that girls are just complicated, but you are one of his best friends. He knows there is something else going on and it’s left a terrible pit in his stomach.

“Earth to James!”

“Huh?” He awakes from his trance and notices that Peter is waving his hand in front of his face.

“You ready to go?”

“Oh, yeah.”

They head downstairs and meet up with the rest of the group- Pete and his girl from Ravenclaw, Sirius and Remus, Marlene and Dorcas, Mary and Lily, and you-

Not present because he is an ass.

James wonders who you’re going with.

They all cheer loudly, “James, you look great!”

“Thanks, guys, but it’s you all that look great.”

“Hell yeah we do!” Sirius exclaims.

Everyone laughs and begins to file out the portrait hole down to the Great Hall. Despite being the only dateless friend, James’ spirits are lifted by their jokes and ramblings. When they reach the dance, everyone oohs and aahs over the shimmery decorations. Instantly, James cranes his neck, looking for you in the crowd as he walks with the group towards a table off to the left. As they all set their stuff down, the music begins to play and couples rush to the floor. His friends join them, excited to dance.

“James, you coming?” Sirius asks.

He shakes his head, “next song.”

Sirius shrugs and walks off with Remus. James continues to search the crowd, looking for you. He realizes he doesn’t know what you’re wearing- and he supposes he never asked. James wonders if best friends are supposed to do that sort of thing.

Probably.

It hits him, then. With everything that’s been going on lately- being head boy, quidditch captain, and taking ridiculously hard classes, he’d sort of ignored you. It’s no wonder you’re so angry with him.

James feels totally guilty until he sees you. It’s then, he realizes, that he has a reason to be angry too. There you are, after all his moping and worrying, with Amos fucking Diggory. James knows that he hasn’t been the best of friends lately, but Diggory? That was his rival! You were crossing a line.

But what really bothers him the most is the way you’re laughing at something Diggiry said. He is hardly funny, and has the personality of a piece of paper. And why are you leaning so close to him? He’s not even that attractive or charming.

As you swirl across the dance floor, he watches how your hands hold tightly to Diggory’s shoulders, like he’s your anchor. James also notices Diggory’s hands around your waist, far too close to your ass, and his blood boils. No way would he let his rival feel up his friend.

When the song ends, James begins to stalk towards you two, but is pushed backwards by Sirius and Remus.

“Not worth it mate,” Sirius warns.

“But Padfoot, this is unbelievable. She is unbelievable. How could she ever agree to go with him? She knows how much I hate him, and is just trying to get back at me.”

“Mate, it’s this type of thinking that pushed her into his arms,” Remus mumbles.

“What, what do you mean?”

“James, she asked him to the formal after you basically made her feel like shit. Whether she realized it or not, she turned to who she thought would hurt you the most. She wanted you to feel what she was feeling, even a little bit.”

“It’s not her best decision, but ignoring her wasn’t yours either,” Sirius adds.

James rubs his face tiredly, “God, I know.”

Sirius pats his back, “Just… take a few minutes and then come join us. Don’t let it ruin your night.”

“And while you’re sitting here, maybe reflect a little more on why you’re so upset,” Remus adds.

“Rem-” Sirius says with a warning tone.

He puts his hands up defensively, “I didn’t say anything. Let’s go.”

As they walk away James notices their slight bickering. He laughs at them in spite of himself. Secretly, he’s always been a little bit jealous of their relationship. Though they are far from perfect, they’re comfortable with each other in a way that he can only hope for. He thinks the fact that they were friends for five years before they dated helped. There’s this trust and friendship that is so necessary in order to support the love and passion that comes with romance.

As another song ends, James decides not to get up from his seat. He watches Amos and you some more. While his blood is still boiling, there is a twinge of something else.

“Maybe reflect a little more on why you’re upset.”

*****

Surprisingly, you’re having more fun with Amos than you thought you would. While you would never date him, you appreciate his company tonight. He’s been making you laugh all night, so you’re surprised when another song comes on and he suddenly gets serious.

“You know, gorgeous, I’m not one to waste my time on Potter, but he’s been glaring in our direction for the past fifteen minutes.”

“Just ignore him.”

“I would, but it’s kind of hard when he is burning holes into my head.”

You huff apologetically, “God, I’m so sorry. I hope it’s not ruining your night.”

“Eh, I’m used to Potter throwing temper tantrums when he doesn’t get what he wants. He’s clearly just mad he’s not dancing with the most beautiful girl in the room.”

“Pfft, yeah right. He’s just mad that I’m dancing with you. Otherwise, he wouldn’t give a shit.”

“Can I give you my honest opinion?”

You hum in agreement.

“As I’m sure you know, I have a reputation for girlfriend stealing.”

“Yes? And?” You say, confused.

“Well, with stealing girlfriends also comes a lot of angry boyfriends. And Potter over there, he looks exactly like all the angry boyfriends I’ve dealt with, who want to beat the shit out of me.”

“Which makes no sense, because he doesn’t act like a boyfriend whenever we’re together. It’s not fucking fair. He doesn’t want me, but it’s like he doesn’t want anyone else to have me either.”

“Listen to me. I may not know what the fuck is going on with you two, but it’s pretty clear to anyone that you guys both have feelings for each other. So, as your date, I think it's my duty to end ours early. We both achieved our goals- all the girls in the room want me, and Potter can’t take his eyes off of you.”

You release a shaky sigh, “Okay, fine.”

As the song ends he releases you and gives you a wink, “Well, for now, this is goodbye. Since I’m sure you’ll be Potter’s girlfriend by the end of the night, I imagine we are going to be mortal enemies from now on. Or until graduation at least.”

You chuckle a little as you straighten his tie one last time.

“Go get him,” he says.

You stand up on your tip toes and kiss him on the cheek, “Bye Diggory. Next time I speak to you, you better be settled down with a nice girl, at 9 ¾, with your rowdy kids for their first year of school.”

He laughs and you part ways for the night. Before you allow yourself to approach James, you walk outside to the courtyard nearby. You lean up against the railing and look out towards the stars. The cool breeze fills your lungs and is comfortable against your hot skin. It’s silent except for the soft notes of music drifting out from the Great Hall.

“So, you and Diggory huh?”

You jump at James’ voice and turn to him, “Yep, and you and the invisible girl. I thought you were Mr. Hotshot, with plenty of girls lined up as possible dates?”

“And I thought Hufflepuffs were supposed to be loyal.”

You scoff, “It wasn’t personal, James. Just a silly little date to a silly little formal.”

“Bullshit” he yells, “You were mad so you went and found a date that you knew I would hate!”

“God, you are so conceited! Not everything is about you. Maybe I just liked Amos’ company. He’s not all that bad, you know.”

“Oh, so now you’re defending him? Next thing I know there’ll be wedding bells.”

“Maybe there will be. He’s funny, attractive, and actually gives me the time of day!” you retort.

“Just so he can get you into his bed, fuck you, and then ignore you after,” James shouts back.

You stare at each other in silence for a moment.

“I mean, Merlin, is that really what you want? I know it's not my place to give my opinion about who you date or-”

“And that’s the whole problem,” you interrupt.

“What?”

“James, you're my best friend. I want your opinion about these things- even if I don’t always want to hear it. It at least shows you care about me. Lately, it’s like I don’t even exist.”

“I know, I know and I’m sorry. You deserve better. A better friend and…” he steps a little closer, “a better romantic interest?”

You let out a small laugh, “romantic interest?”

“What? If this night has shown me anything, I clearly don’t know what- or who- you’re looking for in romance. And that’s on me. But I want that to change from now on.”

You take a deep breath and step even closer to him. You look up into his hazel eyes, your faces so close your noses are almost touching.

“Well, in the name of change, I guess I have to confess, I do have a romantic interest… in you.”

“And as a part of my duties as your best friend, I believe it my responsibility to tell you that… you should go for it.”

Already so close together, you merely stand on your tip toes and lock lips with James. He kisses back and puts his hands around your waist. For a second, he pulls away.

You look up at him with questioning eyes.

His grip on your waist tightens, “I don’t ever want another man’s hands here ever again. It was driving me crazy tonight, the way Amos was touching you.”

You smirk at him, “Jealous are we?”

He grunts in affirmation and pulls you in again. The kiss lasts a few minutes with you up against the railing. At first it’s fast and passionate. But with time it becomes slower and more sweet. More loving.

Eventually, you slowly pull apart. You look at him softly and ask breathlessly, “So, do you have a date to the formal yet?”

[blossomarlia]

hi bit a of weird request but would you be able to write one where fem!reader is walking home from a party and feeling kind of insecure/sad but james sees her and like cheers her up?

hi! hope this is kind of what you wanted, thanks for the request <3

james potter x fem! reader

warnings: mentions of slut-shaming/victim mindset, reader is drunk and a bit insecure, excessive use of pet names

You try, uselessly, to pull your thin shirt across just a little more of your chest, skin sensitive and prickling with goosebumps as another chill sweeps through the lamp-lit street. You hadn’t expected the cold to affect you so quickly; at Marlene’s party, a combination of alcohol and crowded bodies had kept you perfectly warm. You’d felt warmed inside, too, confident and sparkling, for most of the night. You suppose the cold isn’t helping to remind you how that ended, either.

“You’re certainly putting on a show,” someone said. “Looks like you’re up for just about anything.”

Thankfully, Emmeline and Mary had been standing nearby, and the anonymous plus-one was treated to a thirty-five minute lecture on respect before being sent home. You tried to laugh at his expression and the bitter apology he threw your way- you did, really, but the damage was done. Worse, when you looked around and realised that almost none of your friends were dressed in quite the same calibre of party outfit as you were. 

“What, you’re worried you look too hot? Relax, babe.” Marlene had said, trying to make you feel better. It would’ve worked if you hadn’t had quite so many ciders, and spent half an hour already feeling rotten. Mary, not realising that it had actually upset you (to be fair, you’d done nothing but pretend to be fine) said that to cover up would be proving him right, and how could you ask Marlene for a spare t-shirt after that? It would be vindication for everyone who thought the same thing as that stupid boy, wouldn’t it? 

Now, freezing cold and barely halfway to your flat, you’re completely confused as to why you decided to abandon your cab home. You remember saying something about needing fresh air to the driver, and then you’d paid and he drove off without a second thought. Your friends would be worried sick if they knew you were out here all alone. And dressed like this, too, a mean little voice adds. Really, what do you expect to happen?

It’s not true or fair, you know, but this entire night hasn’t been anything like what you’d imagined when you were putting on makeup and getting dressed, and you’re so cold that your teeth are chattering, and it’s all making you feel awfully close to tears. 

“Hey!” You stiffen, seeing yourself briefly silhouetted against the pavement by headlights behind you. You turn, tense and worried, and squint at the man sitting in the front seat.

“James?” You gasp, a hand on your stomach as you try to swallow the panic climbing your throat. “I thought you were- how are you here?”

James looks very worried and quite guilty, too. “Sorry, angel. Should’ve turned my high-beams off.” If you were sober and quite a lot happier, the endearment would make you smile- James’ habit of referring to everyone by a pet-name is one of the most lovely things about him. “I live this way, remember? I was supposed to be picking Pa- Sirius up, but he’s decided to stay the night at Marls’.”

You know their nicknames for one another- everyone does. Padfoot, Moony, Prongs. You don’t know what they mean, and don’t really need to, but it’s sort of nice that James always makes the effort to use Remus and Sirius’ real names when he’s talking to those outside their trio. Maybe he’s unaware that he does it, but it’s as if he’ll do anything to avoid people feeling excluded. 

“Sorry,” You say, voice suddenly wobbly, and close your eyes tightly. You hear James’ door open and then his footsteps as he comes towards you- you expect his touch, and wouldn’t hate it but wouldn’t want it like you usually do, either- but then he’s draping something warm and soft around your shoulders. You open your eyes. You’re wearing one of his jackets, soft brown corduroy that reaches the tops of your thighs. You think you remember him saying it belonged to his father; Fleamont and Euphemia Potter are known within your circle of friends for being generous with their belongings. You think Lily was wearing one of Euphemia’s scarves in her ponytail tonight.

You sway in your heels. Why didn’t you take them off? Your feet ache terribly, another hurt to add to the list. You press a fist to your chest, willing yourself not to start crying in front of James, who is undoubtedly the nicest boy you’ve ever fancied. 

“Will you let me drop you home? It’s too cold, you’ll get sick,” He asks gently, as if to prove your point. 

“Okay.” 

You sniffle. “Oh, sweetheart,” He says. 

You’re bundled into the car, still shivering, and James reaches into the backseat to get a jumper- why he has so many articles of outerwear in his car, you’ve no idea- and puts it across your bare legs to warm you up. He turns the heater up the whole way and pats your shoulder before he shuts the door.

You look at him as he sits in the driver’s seat, your hands clammy and face raw with upset. “I’m really sorry. This is so embarrassing.”

He gives you a bemused half-smile, shaking his head. “How’s that?” “I’m not sober. And I’m hardly wearing anything.” The second part comes out much quieter, but somewhere between Marlene’s flat and this car you started feeling very sorry to everyone that you’d put on such a ‘show’, or whatever, tonight. Would it have been so hard just to wear jeans? You feel ashamed, dirty, embarrassed. People have probably been whispering about it all night.

James doesn’t start driving yet. “Are you okay?” He asks, more serious than you’re expecting him to be. “Did something happen?”

“No- well, yeah, but it was…” You squeeze your eyes closed again, pressing your fingertips cruelly into your lids and regretting it when they come away stained with mascara. You must look a sight. “Nothing bad happened, I just wish I hadn’t worn this.”

You glance at James to see him frowning at you, but he quickly smooths his expression. Great, he’s judging you too. “Why not, sweetheart? You look gorgeous. I hope someone told you, even if I wasn’t there to say it.”

You look like you’re up for just about anything, the other man’s voice echoes in your head. You take several short breaths. 

“I just should’ve worn something else. I feel- um.” You rub your hands across your face. “There were just- this guy made a comment, I don’t know, it hurt my feelings. It’s silly. I’m drunk.”

You’re slightly startled to sense James tensing beside you, even across the console of his car. His hands tighten around the steering wheel. “Who was it? What did he say?”

“I don’t know,” You reply, truthfully to the former question and not to the latter. “It doesn’t even matter.”

“Is he still there?”

You’re worried James is going to turn around and go back to the party, he sounds so incensed, and when you look at him he’s wearing an expression that you’ve never seen before. You shake your head. “He’s gone. The girls made him. I- please can we just go? Sorry. It’s not worth talking about.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” James blinks and gives you an apologetic smile, pulling back onto the street and waving a hand in front of the heater nearest you. “This working alright? Are you warm enough?”

“Loads better, thank you.” 

You drive in silence for five minutes. You want it to be comfortable, but your mind keeps spinning itself back to just about anything, and it’s getting more and more difficult not to cry. You’re grateful when James says your name.

“Do you want to listen to some music? You can choose anything,” He offers, opening the glove compartment in front of you with his eyes still on the road and revealing an extensive CD collection. “I bet you have good taste.” You look through the jewel cases, bemused but flattered by this assessment. You’re pleasantly surprised. It doesn’t take long for you to pick something, and James nods his approval.

“Good choice, angel,” He smiles over at you. It’s beginning to rain, the droplets scattering shadows across the car with each streetlamp you pass. They look almost like freckles on James’ face. “What’s that look?”

You realise you’ve been staring, though there’s nothing to indicate any sort of judgement in his tone. You look at your lap. “Nothing, sorry, I’m just… um, thanks for driving me. It was really kind.”

“You’re easy to be kind to,” He replies lightly, as if it’s nothing at all. 

There’s another pause, perhaps more comfortable. 

“That idiot who hurt your feelings,” James says eventually, “Was wrong. Whatever he said, he was wrong.”

“You can’t know that. Maybe he was exactly right,” You say, and don’t quite manage to laugh it off. 

“I can’t think of a single bad thing he could’ve said that would’ve been true,” James retorts immediately. You look at him. “Truly.”

His softness is persuasive, even if he’s not trying to get information out of you. “He said that my outfit made it look like I was up for anything,” You admit, and your face heats in shame. Dread, too, that James will remain silent and unable to disagree, after all. 

He’s frowning deeply when you glance at him. “What does that even mean?”

“You know what it means, James.” 

There’s a moment where you worry he’ll make you spell it out, but then he huffs out a breath and nods, eyebrows knitted together. “Yeah, I do- I’m sorry, sweetheart. That’s a ridiculous thing to say to someone. What a dick!”

“I don’t think everyone found it ridiculous. I mean, it’s- it’s not really my most conservative outfit, is it?” You joke half-heartedly. Why am I arguing this? Why did one stupid boy’s comment ruin my confidence so completely? 

“So what?” James counters, “What does it matter what you’re wearing? I- well, it matters to me because you look gorgeous, you really do- but it doesn’t say anything about what you’re ‘up for’!”

“I know that,” You say quietly. 

“I really hope you do, angel,” He sighs, and pinches the bridge of his nose. “You’re- you don’t deserve that. I’m sorry he was so awful. No wonder you're upset.”

“It’s fine; I’m being a bit dramatic. I’m drunk.” “There’s nothing dramatic about being hurt when someone’s said something hurtful, it’s the most normal reaction” James says firmly. “It’s not a weakness, Y/N.”

“It’s just- I don’t know why I’m letting it affect me like this. I know it’s bullshit. If he’d said it to anyone else I’d’ve been one of the people shouting at him.”

“You’re a selfless person,” He says like it’s an immoveable fact. “It can be easier to stand up for other people than yourself; you’re only human.”

“Thanks, James.”

“No need to thank me, lovely girl.”

He starts talking about other things: rugby, a film they’re showing at your local cinema, a new bakery that’s popped up down the street from him. You’re struck by how much care he expresses with every detail; he’s liking rugby, but he worries the early wakeup times mean he’s disturbing Remus and Sirius in the mornings, neither of whom enjoy getting up before ten o’clock; he’s interested to see the film because Mary went on a spiel about its other iterations and interpretations by directors, and he wants to understand what she was talking about better; the new bakery is owned by a man who used to work with James’ father, but always had a knack for pastries and has spent years saving up to buy a place. It was James who told him about the shop being leased. It’s as if his entire world, his life, is constructed out of the love he has for his friends, and you find yourself capable of relaxing, smiling, laughing, the rest of your night momentarily discarded. 

James can’t come in for tea, but he does walk you to your door and refuse to take back the jacket.  “It looks good on you, angel. No surprise,” He grins.

You step forward, emboldened, and kiss him on the cheek. You hope you’re not so tipsy that his blushing is imagined, though he does stammer slightly before clearing his throat and speaking again.

“I should go home to Remus, he was expecting me a while ago. Will you be alright?”

“Yeah, should be,” You look up at him, wishing he didn’t have to go. “Thanks again.”

“Enough thanking. Would it- could I give you a ring tomorrow? Just to-”

“That would be really nice,” You respond, a beat too quickly to be nonchalant. You both laugh. If tonight hadn’t been what it was, you think you might like to kiss James properly. Instead, “Maybe… um, I could buy you something from the bakery to make up for all this?”

James’ brow furrows at the last part, but he’s relievingly open to your suggestion. “I’ll be paying, sweetheart, but it sounds like a plan. I’ll call in the morning to sort it out?”

“Okay,” You smile.

“Okay. Goodnight, angel.”

[starstruckmoony]

so high school.

masterlist

pairing - james potter x reader

summary - that one cute nerdy guy from your lectures gives you a follow and you end up actually falling for him.

trope/tags - modern!au, uni/college!au, instagram/social media!au, fluff, terrible humor

word count - 704

warnings - language, suggestive jokes

part 1 / part 2

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[hotdamnitsmoony]

the marauders favourite movie - no explanations

remus - dead poets society

sirius - the rocky horror picture show

regulus - 10 things i hate about you

james - spider-man no way home

lily - mamma mia

mary - pitch perfect

pandora - titanic

evan - don’t look up

barty - the hangover trilogy

marlene - do revenge

dorcas - mean girls

[albi-bumblebee]

Trick or Treat 🦥

“Truth, or dare?” Mary Macdonald asked Sirius.

“Dare,” said Sirius. He always choose dare.

“Okay, well I dare you to kiss Remus Lupin.” Mary giggled. 

Sirius nodded. Hestia Jones stared at Remus wistfully. Remus’s mouth fell open like a dumb fish. Sirius scooted over to him, and threw his arms around his neck. 

Sirius closed his eyes, and kissed him on the lips. There was hollering and laughter surrounding them. Remus remained limp beneath him. He tasted a bit like oatmeal, which Sirius thought was rather odd as breakfast was twelve hours ago. He broke the kiss, and the noise broke down. Remus was flushed and sweaty as he pulled away.

“And that’s how the professionals do it,” said Sirius, bowing.

He sat back down next to James. 

“Jealous,” he whispered into his ears.

“Jealous? me, of Moony? Never.” James let out a small laugh.

Sirius leaned against him.

[remushrts]

i'll be on vacation soon, so this is me trying to get back into writing and humbly asking for requests

[teaforthotxxx]

Not me thinking of how hinny (harry x ginny) in the books would have gone if Jegulus and Marlily raised harry!!

Like Harry def told Mary and Lily first. Cause hes tryna attract a girl. WTF DO REGULUS AND JAMES know about getting a girl? Also, he wld def ask Mary how she got Lily cause Ginny looks like Lily. I think Marlene wld pull out Mary’s old diary and show Harry a page titled “PLANS TO GET RED”!! I think Mary wouldn’t be much help but Marlene definitely had a “HOW TO GET THE CUTE SLYTHERIN” and she would cancel the word slytherin and replace it with Chaser (Ginny).

I feel like he would only really involve his dads after he gets tgt with Ginny and realises he’s broken 1918827828 friendship codes by dating his best mate’s little sister (something James knows a thing or two abt). Obviously, James would pretend he’s above it all and say “just tell Ron. I mean at worst you get beat up. Padfoot chewed all of my red converses and ate my autographed quaffle. I’m sure Ron is wayyyyyy nicer.” Of course, Harry will tune that out the same way James tuned out Arthur’s same advice. Instead, he’ll look for the diabolical slytherin aka SLYTHERIN SKITTLES for help.

Big mistake: Barty and Dorcas are laughing so hard they fall down. Pandora who already knows how this is gonna end (cause she is a seer) is sighing. Evan is trying to help but can’t because AGAIN what does he know about girls? And also he’s engaged to an only child!! Regulus AKA Professor BLACK to the rest of the students is sighing and questioning how Harry not only managed to find but also date someone who is a mix of both himself and Lily (the two great loves of James’ life).

Unable to help, Regulus will probably refer him to Sirius (consult the enemy). Sirius is probably the last one to know about Hinny (naturally, Reg and Remus found out first cause they work at Hogwarts). He is definitely very salty about it (EVEN PETE knew before him). So, Sirius wouldn’t help his godson. He’d just say something about karma after Harry sasses him for the thirtieth that day.

Eventually, Harry gives up and comes clean to Ron. He braces himself but Ron just goes “oh ok. Sorry I already knew.” He was completely fine with it cause urm Ginny is her own person? And he respects her? So, Harry relaxes. He doesn’t have to sleep in the room of requirements for fear that Ron will send a rat to him. That is until he feels two identical hands on both sides of his shoulders. Fred and George Weasley are looking down at him with matching mischievous grins. “So you’re dating our little Ginny eh?”

[made-this-cause-why-not]

Dorlene snippet I've been sitting on:

“Dorcas,” Marlene swallowed, “what are you?”

The girl grinned and something vicious and deadly and so very sexy flashing across her face as red lighting reflected on pearly whites. The girl leaned in close, much closer than needed, looming over Marlene despite the mere three inch difference the two had, and Marlene's head began to spin. Her hand reached out, resting on the back of Marlene’s neck and she could smell her perfume, something vaguely floral, not too sweet with a faint kick of spice. 

“I’m a siren, Marls,” she said, her face so close that Marlene felt her breath on her lips. “I sing, seducing sailors and pirates to their painful death.” Dull nails lightly scraped the nape of her neck and Marlene was sufficiently entranced. Three inches of air was the only thing standing between them and Marlene doing something stupid, like making a scene at Regulus Black’s Halloween Bash. “What are you?”

Marlene blinked, her mind scrambling to figure out an appropriate response to what the girl just said. Marlene was many things; single, gay, very horny and confused as to why she wasn’t already making out with the girl that was so very close to her who she has been in love with since she was thirteen. The light on Dorcas’ face shifted from red to orange and Marlene remembered they were at a party, a halloween one to be exact. “I am a pirate,” she finally said, not sure of exactly how long it had taken her to say something but aware that it was probably too long if Dorcas’ smirk was anything to go by.

“Like Keira Knightely,” the girl asked. Marlene nodded dumbly, staring at the black painted lips with rapt attention. “Hot. I’ve always had a thing for blonde pirates.” And with that she leaves, getting lost in a sea of bodies and leaving Marlene to figure out what the fuck just happened.

The music changes to something vaguely halloween-y and Lily and Mary walk over. “What was that,” Lily asks immediately, handing a drink to the flushed girl.

“I think she’s trying to kill me,” Marlene mumbles before taking a sip of a drink that’s sickeningly sweet, its sugar coating her teeth. She downs it with ease.

“Well to me it looked like she was five seconds away from fucking you in the bathroom but what ever you say,” Mary says, taking a sip of her own drink before her eyes light up. “You want to know what the French call an orgasm? ‘La petite mort’ a little death. So maybe we’re both right Marls.” 

[olivers-cocoapuffs]

Sirius would like to think that he’s a pretty reasonable guy. He doesn’t do anything that isn’t justifiable in some way. Most people would agree, until one cloudy Wednesday morning.

Sirius stopped walking suddenly, and Remus continued walking a few steps before realising that Sirius was no longer following him. He slowed to a stop and turned to look at Sirius, arching an eyebrow.

“I forgot my astronomy book back in the dorm.” Sirius declared.

“And you remember this as we’re on our way to class?”

“My darling moons, I have a shitty memory.”

Remus rolled his eyes and waved his hand dismissively. “I know. Go and get it, I’ll cover for you.”

Sirius beamed at his boyfriend and kissed him on the cheek, before running back the way they had just come. He slowed down enough to press a quick kiss to Marlenes cheek as he went past, ignoring her questions.

“Gillyweed!” Sirius told the Fat Lady, winking at her as she swung forward, revealing the common room.

The common room was mostly empty, with nearly everyone being in their morning class.

“Hey Pads.” Peter said distractedly, from where he was laying on the floor by the fireplace with a blank piece of parchment in front of him.

Sirius waved at him. “I forgot my astrology book, Moony’s covering for me while I grab it.”

“Oh-“ Peter looked up suddenly. “Is it in the dorm?”

“Yeah, is Prongs in class or nah?”

“He’s got a study period- but you might not wanna go up there.” Peter jerked his thumb towards the staircase that led to the dorm room.

Sirius frowned and stopped, his foot hovering above the first step. “Why not?”

“Um. Prongs is in a mood.”

“Prongs? He’s never in a mood, and if he is, I’ll be fine.”

Sirius continued walking and Peter scrambled behind him, grabbing his arm and stopping him. “You really, really, don’t want to go up there.”

“Wormtail. I’ll be fine, thank you.” Sirius pulled his arm back and strolled up to the dorm door.

Peter sighed dejectedly as Sirius opened the door and yelped.

Sirius would consider himself a reasonable man, until he walks in on his little brother, sitting in his shirtless best friends lap. James screamed and pushed Regulus away, causing him to land on the floor with a thud, Sirius pulled his wand out and was pointing it at James, and Regulus was glaring at Peter, who shrugged.

“I tried to keep him away.”

“Shit! Shit, sorry Reg.” James leant over to wrap his arms around Regulus and pull him off the floor and back onto the bed.

“Prongs. Put a fucking shirt on.” Sirius said coolly.

James moved to stand and Regulus grabbed his wrist, tugging him back down onto the bed. “No. Go away Sirius.”

”James.” Sirius said warningly.

James tried to stand up again, only to be pulled back down, again. “Sirius piss off.”

James looked between the two brothers, trying to figure out who to listen to. Sirius and Regulus both wore matching stony expressions, silently taunting the other.

“Well, I’m gonna go to class but this was fun.” James said, finally standing up and darting out of Regulus’ reach. He pulled his school shirt on and began doing the buttons up, ignoring the glares that he was getting from both brothers this time.

“James, sit down. You don’t even have a class right now.” Sirius said, tiredly.

James waved his finger at Sirius. “I’m going to annoy Mary. She has notes that I need, and you two can figure this out.”

James kissed Regulus swiftly, and dodged his attempts to grab him again. “James what the fuck!”

James smiled apologetically at him. “I’ll see you later, alright love?”

“no! Not alright!” Sirius protested.

“Stop being a child Sirius.” Regulus grumbled.

“Shut up friendfucker.”

“Oi! Be civil please.” James flicked Sirius in the arm and then kissed him on the forehead.

“Pads, I’ll see you in transfig in an hour. Reg, I’ll see you tonight in the Astronomy tower.” James turned and followed Peter down the stairs to the common room.

“No you won’t!” Sirius yelled after James.

James waved his hand over his shoulder in a “so-so” gesture.

Sirius turned back to Regulus, who was still sitting on James’ bed, leaning back on his hands, grinning lazily. “Your best mate has such a nice-“

“James I’m gonna fucking kill you!” Sirius yelled, running down the stairs to catch up with James. James squealed and ran through the portrait door, away from his friend.

He didn’t get his book, nor did he return to astrology.

[stagprongs]

marauders fandom are basically creating their own stuff and then drowning in their own tears

[auraofbrightgreenandgold]

marylene drabble

hello! i’m back! this is really short- just about 200 words, but i hope y’all enjoy!

“Dorcas, eh?” Mary sat- perched, really- on the end of my bed, dressed in warm, soft red and gold pajamas. “You have a type, Marls.”

“I suppose.” I leaned down to kiss her chastely, giving a playful tug to one of her dark coils of hair. “It’s just you now, ladybird. You know that.” Her face scrunched up at the endearment- full, pink lips pursing. I gave a small laugh and pulled away. “You comin’ to the match tomorrow?”

“Lily’s goin’, so I don’t have much of a choice.” Her dark eyes tracked me as I crouched down to open my trunk, pulling out a set similar to hers. “You’d’ve better win, otherwise I’ll consider it a wasted morning.” She threw herself backwards on the bed, laying down, and I snorted. 

I hummed noncommittally, pulling the soft jumper over my head. “As long as I have my good luck charm,” I murmured, crawling onto the bed and positioning myself over her, pushing a messy curl away from her forehead. “I think I’ll do just fine.” I pressed my lips softly to her cheek and rolled to my side. “C’mere.” Merely a breath passed before she did just that, maneuvering her soft form into my arms. I grinned as she tucked her head into my neck, pressing a gentle kiss there.

[miela]

hi! welcome back! i'm sorry you're struggling and i hope things get better for you! i know what it's like to struggle with writing too and it's not fun at all so i feel for you and i hope your spark reignites soon!

i, indeed, am a queer writer who writes queer characters. I also draw them too, do character sheets, create playlists and make mood boards. I haven't posted much content like that for a while but i want to start doing it again soon! i miss it dearly.

currently I have been working on fanfiction ideas, specifically for the spiderverse and the marauders era. right now I am writing a simple little fic for mcu's spiderman to get myself back into writing.

my next fic, however is going to be for the marauders era and i have three different ideas i am working on for it. the one that's at the forefront of my mind is the one that is exploring the relationship, ideals, and complications of the noble and most ancient house of black through the perspectives of sirius, regulus, bellatrix, andromeda, narcissa and my beloved oc cassiopeia who is the younger sister of sirus and regulus. the main povs ill be writing in will be sirius, regulus and cassiopeia, but the sisters povs and other character povs will be there too. It's going to be a mix of canon-compliant concepts but it's mostly going to be fanon because i have other ideas for other characters that I would like to explore. i'm really excited about it and have been doing tons of research in order to make this into a fic I am truly proud of. there will be queer relationships everywhere in here honestly and there will be conversations around them too. It's truly a passion project for me lol.

i hope you feel better soon! and I would love to hear about your original stories and fanfics if you write any! thank you for the opportunity to yap about my writing!

writers, listen up...

i've fallen out of touch with the writeblr community a lot in the past few years, and i want to rectify that. the community aspect was what made me fall in love with tumblr, and what improved my writing for the better.

the golden days of my writing were when i was highly active and engaged in this wonderful community, but life and work and the horrors of self publishing have overtaken my energy in the past year. however, i have been really struggling with original writing, and i want to get back into the community here.

that said...

you write fantasy with queer characters

are an indie author

post frequently about your wips (taglists are a bonus!)

are queer

are a very active and friendly writer

if any of these apply

please, please reblog and tell me about your wip. gush over it. infodump. characters and ships and worldbuilding and plot, i want it all! this is your invitation to be as selfishly indulgent as possible. let's make some new friends and restore some community!!

boosts appreciated!

[starstruckmoony]

so high school.

masterlist

pairing - james potter x reader

summary - that one cute nerdy guy from your lectures gives you a follow and you end up actually falling for him.

trope/tags - modern!au, uni/college!au, instagram/social media!au, fluff, terrible humor

word count - 578

warnings - language, drinking, smoking

part 1 / part 2

yourusername

❤ liked by prongsypotter, bartyyy, ev.rosier and 166 others

yourusername vogue

tagged vance_emm

8 comments

bartyyy screaming without the s

ev.rosier y'all are so hot ugh

marymacdonald MY GIRLFRIEND MY GIRLFRIEND MY GIRLFRIEND

casmeadowes i fucking love women

r.a.black first post of yours that ate

yourusername you're like soooo nice, thank you!

pandoras_box i'm SWOONING

xeno_lovegood covergirls

yourusername

❤ liked by r.a.black, pandorasbox, ev.rosier and 133 others

yourusername spider girl?

10 comments

r.a.black fucking mutant

yourusername aren't you just a little bundle of joy!

bartyyy that's what your mum said when she birthed you

starmanblack someone had to say it.

r.a.black okay glass older child 🙄

prongsyboy she's just like me fr

yourusername you get it

xeno_lovegood she DEVOURED that

vance_emm god wish i was the ground she walked on

marymacdonald my second wife actually

prongsyboy

❤ liked by yourusername, vance_emm, pandorasbox and 132 others

prongsyboy gloden hour

11 comments

yourusername gloden

prongsyboy DUCK

yourusername HAHAHA

mmmckinnon  ARE THOSE FUCKING CROCS

pete__ fuckin elite is what they are 💯💯💯

starmanblack so hot

starmanblack pop off queen

starmanblack UGH MARRY ME

rjlupin mf what

marymacdonald he's so cute chat

prongsyboy hehe

prongsyboy

❤ liked by yourusername, casmeadowes, rjlupin and 144 others

prongsyboy girl dinner

11 comments

yourusername what three hours of linguistics does to you

prongsyboy i fucken forgor how to english omfg

yourusername stroke?

prongsyboy i'm discovering a new colour

yourusername lana coded

prongsyboy oh that's hot fhshdjwhd

yourusername 😏

starmanblack bf material

starmanblack tell them king

starmanblack smash

reg_black what is it doing?

pete__ IT HELP ME 

yourusername added to their story

‼️ prongsyboy liked your story

yourusername

❤ liked by pete__, marymacdonald, starmanblack and 140 others

yourusername girlhood

tagged lily_evans

10 comments

prongsyboy are you making those for me?

yourusername no 

lily_evans no

prongsyboy whatever have i done to you

prongsyboy the height difference 😭

yourusername average booktok novel am i right

bartyyy not them actually turning out fine

yourusername that was backhanded af

marymacdonald GIRLHOOD I REPEAT

vance_emm that's so cute i love it when women

prongsyboy

❤ liked by vance_emm, pandorasbox, mmmckinnon and 139 others

prongsyboy spider boy?

13 comments

yourusername this might be spiderman

prongsyboy noooooo

yourusername can you teach me how to shoot webs

prongsyboy yesssssss

starmanblack ATE

starmanblack CARRIED

starmanblack that fucks cause i bought it

prongsyboy i know right

marymacdonald he's so spidey

rjlupin you look like you're about to ask me if i've got games on my phone

prongsyboy but have you got games on your phone?

rjlupin does the calculator count?

prongsypotter no it calculates

yourusername

❤ liked by pete__, marymacdonald, starmanblack and 147 others

yourusername the fuck

tagged prongsyboy

14 comments

prongsyboy me

yourusername you

mmmckinnon that's a cute pussy

yourusername which one?

prongsyboy BRUH

rjlupin caption ate

prongsyboy YOUR MUM HAHA

vance_emm why did you let him inside your home?

prongsyboy because he's so cool and hot and kind and funny and mmmm need that

yourusername yes

starmanblack HAHA SO CUTE

prongsyboy i love you too mate 

prongsyboy

❤ liked by mmmckinnon, casmeadowes, yourusername and 169 others

prongsyboy this gonna become a cat account fr

tagged yourusername

10 comments

yourusername that's so swiftie of you ewh

prongsyboy karma is a cat!!!!!!

yourusername fly high

prongsyboy LIKE TAYLORHDFSJSJH

pete__ what's her name?

prongsyboy it's a man...

mmmckinnon why he kinda look like remus

starmanblack JESUS FUCK YES HE DOES

prongsyboy because he's angy and eepy

mmmckinnon i just blocked you btw

prongsyboy added to their story

[hotdamnitsmoony]

how well i think the marauders can sing

sirius black is an awful singer but sings all the time.

remus lupin hums to himself because he doesn’t want to be too loud but is a good singer.

james potter whistles and doesn’t care who hears and is also an awful singer.

lily evans whisper sings to herself but is actually a pretty good singer.

mary macdonald who sings softly to herself when she’s stressed.

marlene mckinnon scream sings and belts out whatever song is on her mind but is an awful singer.

dorcas meadows doesn’t sing often, but when she does she sounds pretty nice.

regulus black often refuses to sing but actually has an amazing voice.

pandora rosier sings at the most random times and it’s never songs that anyone knows.

evan rosier whistles and hums but isn’t afraid to burst out into song even though he’s not the best singer.

barty crouch jr doesn’t care who is watching, he’ll sing at the top of his lungs and isn’t actually that bad.