#platonic Peter and Mary | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

madwcman · 4 months ago

Text

Mess It Up

wc: 1.2k | miu masterlist

cw: second chance romance, shy! reader, plus! size reader, implied (?) anxiety and mother issues

“I keep thinking maybe if you let me back in, we can make it better, breaking every habit.”

You currently have two problems at the moment. One, you’re late to meet your friends and two, your jeans don’t seem to fit right today. Standing in the mirror you couldn’t help but glare at yourself. Something was off. your jeans felt too tight around your waist. It made you uncomfortable. You know it’s your mind tricking you but you can’t seem to get rid of that voice in your head. You have to think of a solution fast.

You couldn’t help but sigh, as you were rushing out of your apartment, in your uncomfortable jeans to meet Mary ; Lily ; Lily's new boyfriend and new boyfriend’s friends. You were nervous to say the least. You hated meeting new people. You hated speaking. Each time You spoke You felt clumsy and awkward with your words. you can’t help but fell a little sad. You used to know how to speak with your mind when you were seventeen, but now at the age of twenty you think all you can utter is stiff and unbearable small talk.

But you had a little hope. You have Mary to buffer off of today. Mary loves to talk. And you were forever grateful for that. That means you won’t have to say much today. Hell Mary might even introduce you to Lily's new boyfriend and his friends for you! In fact you’re counting on it.

Stomach queasy, jeans tight around your chubby stomach, and mind screaming for you to turn around and leave. You open the door to the pub, nose twitching to the smell of greasy foods and cheap beer. But you smile, though this place reeked; it was one of your favorite spots to meet with Lily and Mary. You have so many memories here.

“Y/n! Over here!” your eyes glanced over to your friend, Mary, who is not at your regular table. she sits at a slightly larger table. Although you’re still feeling nervous you can’t help but smile at the dark haired girl who’s slightly standing with her hand raised high, waving at you to join her. You wave to Mary as you walk over.

“You look great!” Mary stands, wrapping her arms around you. Hugging you tightly. you always seem to calm around Mary. You don't feel as jumpy from when you walked it.

“You too!” you try to smile, with your mouth open showing your teeth. Showing you’re very happy to be there, but somehow it always feels awkward. Unnatural in a way. You smile again, this time mouth closed but your smile is wide. Though you were dreading coming today, you already feel it’ll be okay.

“Hey!” you and mary turn to look at your third friend, rushing up to greet her.

Lily smiles, her eyes crinkle. you’ve always found Lily beautiful. Her body has always been nicely curved, skin freckled, loose curly hair that was a nice shade of red and beautiful green eyes that always stood out. Lily always looked lovely. “This is James.”

Letting go of Lily, you turn your head over to your friend's new boyfriend. James was tall. He was a few inches taller than Mary who stood at five-eight. He had to be at least six feet tall. His complexion was bronze and glowly, his smile was bright. It was contagious. His hair was dark, wild and curly. He wore something simple. A white shirt with a brown button up over it, with blue jeans. His wide rimmed glasses stood out. They fit him perfectly.

“Hello!” He smiled rather crookedly, raising his hand in hello. You decided right then and there he’d be good for Lily.

“Hi, is it just you?” Though polite, Mary couldn’t help but be blunt.

“Er- no, my mates-“ before James could finish, two more boys strolled in.

Both boys were pale and had blue eyes, the shortest of the two lad’s had a red face that looked like it came from sunburn over the summer heat, with blond hair that only slightly curled at the end. And though he had blue eyes like the other boy his was a darker blue. The taller boy clearly used sunscreen unlike the other, his skin had no signs of redness. His eyes were light blue- an almost silver like color. His hair was long, curly and dark. He was very pretty.

“I’m Sirius.” he smiles, and claps the smallest boy on his back. “This is Peter, but we call him Pete.”

“I told you to not call me that, idiot.” Peter snips at his friend, taking Sirius’ hand off his back. “I’m Peter!” he turns back to the girls, reintroducing himself.

“Where’s moony?” James looks over to his friends with a concerned look on his face.

“He’s on his wa-“

“I’m here.” Your heart dropped at the sound of the man’s voice. You turn your head and your jaw drops a little. You’d never thought you would have to run into him ever again. Remus Lupin, your once best friend, now just a stranger.

It was strange seeing Remus again. He was taller, his face and body more built and leaner than You remembered. His scars are still the same. One large and faded scar across his nose. starting from his left cheek to the right one. Another scar slightly crossing the original scar vertically on his left cheek continuing to cross over his left eye and eyebrow. He has another few small scars on his chin and lower lip. He still has his small freckles (which he desperately hated) from when he was a boy. His hair was still a chocolate brown color, the only different thing about his hair was it wasn’t just a mop of curls like the last time you saw him, his hair was shaped into a nice mod cut.

You were surprised at how Remus could look the same yet, so different. you were shocked. He seemed to be a little caught off guard when you both made eye contact.

Lily breaks the small tension, with the clap of her hands. “Great now that everyone’s here, I believe you two need to introduce yourselves!” She turns over to you and Mary, waiting.

“I’m Mary.” Mary smiles, keeping her distance. Not knowing what else to say. Turning her head over to you.

“Oh, and I’m Y/n.” You say it a little awkward, feeling slightly embarrassed. Sirius can’t help but laugh a little. “You don’t speak much, do you?” He asks, a charming smile in tow.

“That's our Y/n, she doesn't really talk around new people.” Mary offered, wrapping her arm around you. Her smile wide. She always thought your “shyness” was adorable.

You couldn’t help but feel flustered and self-conscious. It was true you never really talk while being introduced to new people. You grew shy overtime with speaking. Your mum always used to say you always talked too much. So you taught yourself to quiet down.

You glance at Remus, his eyebrows were raised in question, his eyes squinting. You couldn’t help but look at the scar that went across Remus’ left eyebrow. It was long and it always stretches when he lifts up his eyebrows. You always couldn’t help but stare at it, it suits him. You liked it. but, you knew Remus was trying to read you. You already knew what he was thinking: when did y/n y/l/n become shy? You could laugh, you started quieting down when Remus left.

Looking away from his scar, you met his dark brown eyes. His stare still hard and questioning. All you could do was shrug. You had nothing to say, not anymore. Looking back to Mary and Sirius you pulled away from Mary and took Sirius’ hand, shaking it with a closed and timid smile.

222 notes · View notes

stars-taylorsversion · 8 days ago

Text

"why would you block someone over politics??" i've blocked people for not liking my favourite characters or ships and i'll carry on doing it. 💋

111 notes · View notes

moutainrusing · 25 days ago

Note

Hi,

🍬treat: Euphemia and Fleamont finding out about Jilly

Please

For many reasons, James did not want to tell his parents about Lily. He was going to list them all now, just for the sake of it.

Firstly, this relationship with Lily was new, and it felt like a precious jewel was lodged in his throat whenever he called it a relationship, because would it last, or would he have to let it go, cough it up, lose the jewel and pretend he’d never had it in the first place? Because it was something small, delicate, and if he made it something big, then would Lily slip between his fingers? Would she get fed up with James’s tendency to blow everything out of proportion?

Secondly, he’d never actually told his parents about his life-long love for Lily… James had vociferously declared his dedication at school, but with his parents… it just never came up? Or James never brought it up. They’d probably think he was too young. His parents had met in their thirties, the acceptable age, in their opinion, for finding romance, if one wanted it. Before that, it was about focusing on goals, to achieve one’s dreams, to get a job and love it. They encouraged James to chase his aspirations, find something he was passionate about and work for it. What was important wasn’t romance, but forging strong friendships and discovering a world of personal creation. Of course, James agreed. Family, friendship and self-love definitely came before any type of romance, but was it naive of him to want the type of love he had for Lily, too? What if he was too young? That was why he yelled about it in school, daring people to challenge him, wondering if he was being brave or stupid. He was immature about it, wasn’t he? What if he wasn’t sincere?

That was the third reason. James didn’t know how to tell people, honestly, that what he felt was true. He covered it up with a mask of bravado, arrogant claims and swaggering strides, but he wanted to be able to say it without all of that, to bear his heart and tell it fully: I’m in love with Lily Evans. Without all the extra theatrics, without making it showy in an attempt to be off-handedly careless about it, it was the truth, and why couldn’t he say it like that?

Fourth reason, James and Lily hadn’t even said ‘I love you.’ James was pretty certain that Lily thought the previous times that James had announced his love, before they were dating or had even been friends, were attention-seeking, exaggerated lies. Really, James didn’t know how to say ‘I love you’ without it coming off as false. So, Lily probably didn’t think he loved her just yet, and she definitely did not love him.

Fifth, they were taking things slow, and James needed to tone it down, tamp down on his excitement about it, because it wouldn’t be right for him to gush, and every time James spoke, he gushed. Therefore, he would have to keep his mouth shut, and he couldn’t tell his parents.

James reminded himself of this list as he counted down the minutes for his friends to arrive at his house for the end-of-year summer party, recounting their time at Hogwarts in the orange sunset of his family’s garden, the last moments of them acting like they were still kids in their seventh year, messing around before they had to be adults. Lily would be coming, and they would act like friends, even though they were dating, and James was bursting about it. They’d agreed to keep their relationship on the low, and James vowed to follow through with that.

“Prongs!” Sirius barrelled into his room. “How do I look?” They gave James a spin, rambling, “I went with Pa down to the forest to collect ingredients, but then a bunch of Bubotubers squirted pus all over us! And when we came back, there were only ten minutes to get ready for the party! So,” Sirius leaned dangerously close to James’s face and solemnly looked him in the eye. “Do I stink?”

James sniffed dramatically, excessively wrinkling his nostrils and heaving his chest. For a very long moment, he deliberated, and with a sigh, he morosely admitted, “Yes.”

Sirius whacked his head, and proceeded to tackle him, pushing him off the bed and to the floor, “Potter, don’t lie to me, I cannot smell like a Bubotuber, and this isn’t even vanity, this is basic hygiene!” they threatened, wrestling with James’s limbs.

Countering Sirius’s attacks, James laughed, “Fine, fine, you don’t stink!” And to benevolently prove it, James wrapped an elbow around Sirius’s head and pulled them to his chest, inhaling their hair loudly and sighing contentedly, “Ah, bliss.”

“Gerroff,” Sirius mumbled indignantly, though they made no attempt to move.

“You get off,” James retorted.

“No, you—”

“Sirius! James!” Euphemia called.

“Your friends are here!” Fleamont followed up giddily. “I’m gonna say hi!”

“Wait, Pa—” James leaped off the ground and hurtled down the stairs, Sirius rushing down right beside him.

“I want to let them in!” James and Sirius cried simultaneously, turning to grin at each other.

“I will,” Sirius tilted their head smugly.

“No, me—”

“Remus! Peter!” Fleamont beamed, opening the door and wrapping them in a hug without warning, and Peter was so short that he was completely engulfed by Fleamont’s chest, while Remus’s head awkwardly jutted out above Fleamont’s shoulder, his eyes bulging out of his sockets as he looked at James and Sirius with an expression of absolute shock and confusion.

Euphemia snorted, patted Remus’s gawkily protruding head, smiled, “It’s a pleasure to see you both,” and again, gave no warning as she joined the embrace. Following suit with their family, James and Sirius crashed right into the hug as well.

The doorbell rang, and in a flash, Sirius was swinging the door open, “Marlene! Mary! Lily! Dorcas!”

James also skidded to Sirius’s side, smiling goofily at his friends, “Hi!” He looked at Lily, and she looked at him, and James desperately wanted to freeze this moment in time, cling to the second that her eyes met his, bright and intense in the way they pinned him to the spot, holding his gaze in place as if they were channelling physical beams of light into his retinas, sending the heat coursing down his spine, from the top of his head to the tips of his feet, soldering him to the ground. Lily broke away, turning to wave in her adorable way at his parents.

Sighing dreamily, James allowed his feet to give way, for his body to slump into Sirius’s shoulder beside him.

Sirius raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “I thought you were keeping it on the low?” they muttered.

“We are,” James sighed again. “We just looked at each other, all people do that.”

“Right,” Sirius snorted. “So you definitely weren’t eye-shagging?” they snarked. Before James could refute that, Sirius shoved James off their shoulder, grabbing his hand and tugging him into the garden, where all their friends and family slouched over sun loungers and patio chairs.

“Bliss,” Sirius collapsed onto the grass, lying with a hand over their eyes as they smiled in the face of the evening sun.

“Glorious,” James added, sinking into the soft grass next to Sirius.

“Toffs,” Lily mumbled under her breath, and James looked up to see her in the deck chair beside his head, the soles of her sandals hovering near his sprawled-out hair.

He beamed at her dopily, tilting his face upside down to stare at her, mouthing, But I’m your toff.

She kicked him lightly with her sandal, and he turned his head to avoid her wrath, bursting into laughter. He didn’t miss her slight blush, and he glimpsed the way she smiled at him fondly. This was probably the best James had ever felt. Definitely the best, actually.

“So,” Fleamont leaned forward, hands steepled beneath his chin in a vaguely conspiratorial sort of way. He looked pointedly between Dorcas and Marlene. “Are you two… lovers?” he asked solemnly.

Marlene blinked from her position in Dorcas’s lap, before a lazy grin took over her face. “Aye, sir,” she saluted. Jabbing a finger at Dorcas, “We’re lovers, you heard him.”

Dorcas made a face, contradictory to the affectionate way they pulled Marlene further into their chest, “Looks like we have to be.”

“Oh!” Euphemia and Fleamont squealed simultaneously, clinging to each other.

“Young love,” Euphemia sighed reminiscently, clutching a hand to her chest.

James raised an eyebrow, “I thought you two married when you were thirty-five.”

Fleamont gasped, also clutching his chest, “Are you implying that we’re old?!”

“Yes,” Sirius shot James a mocking side-eye. “He was.”

“I can’t believe this!” Euphemia cried.

“Sirius, this is why you’re our favourite!” Fleamont waved a hysterical finger at Sirius, and Sirius caught it between their hands, nodding in understanding as they squeezed it compassionately.

James rolled his eyes. “S’okay, I’m Remus’s favourite.”

Remus didn’t look up from his book.

James sighed, “Well, I’ve been replaced by a book.”

“You would be my favourite,” Peter offered sympathetically. “But I’m really loving Monty’s cheese rolls.”

Fleamont perked up and gave Peter a high-five.

“You’d never be my favourite,” Mary stated bluntly. “And Effie’s cakes are always on top.”

“Wiser words were never spoken,” Euphemia pulled Mary into a hearty headlock.

Mary rolled her eyes, but leaned into Euphemia’s arms regardless. She cast a glance at Marlene and Dorcas, before immediately looking away and concluding, “And they’re each other’s favourites.”

That left only one option. James rolled over to face Lily, sitting up on his elbows and batting his eyelashes, “Lily, am I your favourite?”

Lily looked at him consideringly. Eventually, she decided, “Maybe.” Then she smirked, “For certain things, yes.”

James’s lips parted, and a flush seeped beneath his skin. “Oh…”

“So,” Fleamont leaned forward once again, this time eyeing James and Lily. “Are you two…”

In the middle of Fleamont’s dramatic pause for suspense, James checked Lily’s expression. She seemed relaxed, lips curving upwards as they dimpled her cheeks. Okay? she mouthed.

James nodded vigorously.

“…Lovers?” Fleamont finished.

Euphemia whacked her husband upside the head. “No, they’re clearly a pair of unwashed pyjamas,” she snarked.

Fleamont raised his arms in surrender, “My bad.” He looked closely at James and Lily, “So, how long have you two been unwashed for?”

Well, James’s face had already been bright red. By now, it must’ve exploded off his skull due to overheating.

77 notes · View notes

erinwantstowrite · 12 days ago

Note

I think the Batfam meeting MJ in the future would be a funny thing. Idk what sort of personality or attitude she’s going to have but I see her being really sarcastic and possibly being Peter’s voice of reason (like telling him the truth or just being completely honest with him, even if it’s not the thing he wants to hear)

that's 100000% the plan for her. i wanted to take inspo from some different Mary Jane's... except the Toby McGuire version. I dunno what it is and I don't speak ill about women characters because i will defend her with my life however i just can not like her. but anyway!! she's going to be leaning into a bit of alternative styles (i have yet to figure out her niche so don't @ me on this yet folks I haven't even gotten to write her), she wants to be a movie star, she's really into advocating for the earth and for people's rights (she's very active in these circles), she's taking self defense classes, etc. she's definitely not afraid to speak her mind but not in a "oh i'm brutally honest" way but in a "i genuinely think we need to have a talk" way. she is not a fan of authority figures unless they can prove themselves to her, and she is incredibly loyal to her friends. i wish i could write more about how she'll be in their dynamic but it would be spoilers so i'll force myself to zip it but know that i am SO excited to write her

115 notes · View notes

neyney2010 · 1 month ago

Text

Remus "Never went to bed" Lupin 🤝James "Been up since dawn" Potter

#i cant find the tt comment i saw this on😔#harry potter #marauders era #marauders #james potter #remus lupin #platonic james and remus #james and remus #their relationship is underrated #sirius black #peter pettigrew #regulus black #barty crouch junior #evan rosier #pandora rosier #lily evans #mary macdonald #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes

147 notes · View notes

themoonandstarsss · 2 months ago

Text

Remus' relationships with everybody :

Remus & Sirius : Romantic Soulmates

Remus & Lily : Platonic Soulmates

Remus & James : Mother and Son (whose which changes every day)

Remus & Peter : cousins but its like the cousins where your best friends so they have a cousin-best-friend bond if that makes sense. i know what i mean anyway

Remus & Regulus : I want to call them brothers but i cant because that would be weird since i imagine them having that flirty relationships and im not apart of the Black Family so.... best friends or literally anything that would work but they just understand eachother. They don't have to be around eachother all the time or have a really excting friendship for that to be.

Remus & Mary : I love them and nobody understands but im just gonna say Mary calls Remus her bitch.

Remus & Marlene : marlene is like remus' cool aunt to him but to her HES the cool aunt if that makes sense.

Remus & Dorcas: I just wanted to add them because they are my favourite people ever and i hc them as best friends and that's how remus met regulus and nobody can stop me.

#remus lupin #dead gay wizards from the 70s #dead gay wizards #sirius black #the marauders era #platonic moonwater #marauders era #marlene mckinnon #mary macdonald #dorcas meadowes #lily evans potter #lily evans #james potter #peter pettigrew #i love them all so much

77 notes · View notes

lulublack90 · 6 months ago

Text

Prompt 25 - Fireplace

@jegulus-microfic May 25, Word count 587

Previous part First part

The girls were standing by the fireplace when the boys entered the common room.

“He’s in your dorm,” Mary called across the room. “We thought it best in case McGonagall or someone came in.” James strode across the room and gathered Mary into a hug.

“Thank you,” He whispered into her ear. Sirius pushed him out of the way and hugged all the girls at once.

Regulus was waiting on Remus’s bed, throwing a gobstone into the air and catching it.

“Why is it always my bed?!” Remus huffed in exasperation before plopping down next to Regulus. “Budge up then,” Regulus moved over and Remus shuffled him more so he could pull his book out from under his pillow. Regulus sat up a bit so he could peer at the book, and seemingly interested, leaned over to read as well.

Sirius looked over at James with a quizzical look on his face. James shrugged. He had no idea when Regulus and Remus had gotten so close.

Regulus was still fiddling with the gobstone, when he tried to point out a passage to Remus and dropped it. The marble-like sphere rolled across the floor and stopped at Sirius’s feet. Sirius looked down at it and bent to pick it up right as it sprayed him in the face with its foul smelling liquid.

“Yuck!” Sirius cried as he wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his robes. “Regulus you little shit!” Regulus and Remus looked at each other and burst into fits of laughter. Tears appeared at the corners of both of their eyes.

“Sorry—Sorry, Sirius,” Remus choked out though his laughter as he got up off the bed and helped Sirius into the bathroom to shower, laughs still bursting through his lips as he tried to stifle them.

James made eye contact with Peter and Regulus and the three of them started laughing again. Poor Sirius.

“I think I might go and see if Miles wants to play chess for a bit.” And he disappeared out the door, still laughing.

James grabbed Regulus’s hand and dragged him up off the bed and into his arms.

“Hi, love,” He murmured as he nuzzled his nose into Regulus’s neck. Regulus scrunched his shoulders up when James’s nose tickled the soft skin there.

“So, how did it go?” Regulus asked once he’d batted James away.

“She knows it was us, not you,” He added when Regulus got a worried look on his face. “I think she was actually a bit proud of us for pulling it off, but apparently the professors are having trouble removing the pigs.” He let a face-splitting grin spread across his face.

“Did she punish you?” Regulus asked.

“Yup. Just the usual thought; detention, no Hogsmeade. Like that's going to keep us out of the village.” He scoffed. “And Sirius and I are on probation on the quidditch team. She said if she catches wind of any of us causing mischief, we’ll be off the team.” He shrugged. She’d have to actually prove it was them before they got kicked off the team, and they’d lie low for a few weeks before their next prank anyway.

A wicked smirk pulled across Regulus’s mouth. “What?” James asked, unable to help the smile on his face.

“I got away with it. No one knows I had anything to do with it.” He looked up at James with starry eyes. “I’m the best marauder.” James dipped his head and kissed him.

“Yes you are, love. Yes you are.”

Next part

138 notes · View notes

swag696942069 · 2 months ago

Text

Hear me out, ftm Regulus who was promised to Evan when they were kids, and so because of that, they became super close as kids, and like, bestie for life level. But then, Reggie realizes hes trans and comes out, so he and Evan are no longer allowed to get married and stuff. And they're both actually upset about it even though they were never even really romantically attracted to each other, they were just besties who thought it was the best option for them to get married, after seeing some of the other people their parents would've approved of. And then blah blah blah, jegulus, and blah blah blah, rosekiller and they stay besties for life, and live happily ever after with their respective partners but they always make jokes about each other being each other's husband and stuff like that ahahhahaha

96 notes · View notes

aithusarosekiller · 4 months ago

Text

I don't usually like the obliviation headcanon but bc I have a bit of a soft spot for platonic regumary before the war) especially if they bonded through Lily) I like to think that due to the complexity of the spell she was left with just some vague memories of the world and really sparse details because she just couldn't get rid of them without the spell being powered by an outside potency ingredient.

So when she'd woken up from the spell she found a note in her handwriting which said 'trust him' so when two people show both individually show up at the door begging her to trust them and swearing that they are the honest one she doesn't know what to do

She knows instinctively that there is one of them she should trust and one she shouldn't but she can't figure out which and they both give off a slightly weird feeling like there is an uncomfortable history between them

She remembers that the dark mark means someone is bad but they both have it so it doesn't help at all

She can't go to anyone for help bc they've both mentioned that they're meant to be dead and she doesn't want to accidentally get the right one killed or arrested

In Peter's pov she's always going to choose him because they were such good friends in school and to her knowledge she'd never said a word to Regulus so why would she not trust him?

Regulus is stressing because he's trying to get her trust while also not pressuring her and also not even believing himself when he says he's a good person

She knows that she must have written that before she lost her memories but she can't figure out why or who it was about

She's sitting there trying to pick who is the safe man and they're both SWEATING

She picks Reggie t the end ofc bc im not evil

Meanwhile Remus is just chilling on the other side of the country

#plot twist she erased her memories bc she was scared that she'd be found by dumbles or someone #who would try to use her memory to incriminate Reggie #she was just is so much of a panic that she didn't think through the consequences #bc I don't like the idea that she took away all her memories JUST bc of the grief #I think it was a mix #mary macdonald #platonic regumary #platonic rebelrat #peter pettigrew #regulus black #regumary

76 notes · View notes