#wingmen marauders

[warmerthanhotcoco]

sweet as candy

Tags: Remus Lupin/Reader, Sirius Black & Remus Lupin & Peter Pettigrew & James Potter, Remus Lupin & You, Lily Evans Potter & You, Remus Lupin & Marlene McKinnon, Gryffindor Reader, detention dates, because Remus Lupin is in detention, First Kiss, confessions (?), '70s Music, Marauders Era (Harry Potter)

Summary: Remus Lupin is sent into detention with Filch for pranking the Slytherins. Except Filch is never really there himself at detention so you slip into the trophy room to lend a hand to a friend. What if said friend becomes something more by the end of the night?

A/N: Had a Remus Lupin-obsession and a "Hooked on a Feeling"-addiction for a while now, damn it feels good to let it all out haha~ Hope you enjoyed! Thank you for reading xx

The Hall was chaos tonight. So much so it almost sounded less like dinner and more like a bazaar. Young and intelligent Remus Lupin was known across Hogwarts for both his erudition and pretty face. Though he was only one of the many heartthrobs Gryffindor House boasted of, he was famously “the only innocent one from Potter’s lot”. The other fourth years had already agreed among themselves that Lupin will definitely be made Prefect next year.

Naturally, when people found out how McGonagall had dished out detention on the Golden Boy, the rumour mill of Hogwarts ran wild. Even the teachers (rather, especially the teachers) were shell-shocked. How and why Lupin was caught jinxing the Bludger right on the Slytherin’s practice day, they couldn’t fathom.

But you could.

“Honestly, Remus, you’d have saved your neck if you simply told the truth!” Marlene McKinnon shook her mane. “To hell with nobility!”

“The bloody snakes deserved it,” Sirius Black agreed. “You don’t have to be scrubbing bronze with Filch ‘cause of it!”

Remus simply shook his head in response, barely looking up from the book he had his nose buried in. “It’s already over with, Pads. I don’t mind it, really.”

“But this time it’s just you!” Potter whined. “If you’d just let me admit to McGonagall that you did it for a prank of mine, then at least we can both serve detention.”

“Honestly, Jamie. I can handle it alone very well, relax.” He held out his hand across the table to where you sat. You dropped a tart onto his scarred palm. “Thanks. No more arguments on this, guys, I’ll be fine.”

James Potter sniffed, picking at his food. It was true, Remus had been jinxing the Slytherin brooms and the Bludgers to help with a prank James had planned on the wretched rascals of the Slytherin Quidditch team. He had not counted on McGonagall walking past the Quidditch Supply Room on her way to the grounds… finding the door open… and then catching his friend mid-crime. This was not the first time Remus would be serving detention, thanks to his reckless friends. But this would be the first time he served alone.

In short, James was torn. Though really, you couldn’t comprehend what his problem was. The trophy room was always unlocked thanks to Peeves, it wasn’t too hard to slip inside to accompany a lonely friend.

Because that was exactly what you did.

“Where are you going?”

“Oh. Just… going for a walk?” You grinned anxiously.

Lily Evans chuckled. “A walk to the trophy room?” She waved a hand to shut your stutters. “Oh come on, y/l/n, I’m not daft. I’ve seen the way you look at him.”

“…Oh.”

She stifled a laugh at your surprised expression. “Well run along, Longbottom’s on Prefect patrol today.”

Every Gryffindor knew Frank was the sweetest friend to all: he almost never told on a housemate. Perfect. You waved good night to Lily before dashing out the dorms, tiptoeing out of the common room and striding down the hallways to Filch’s trophy room. You didn’t bother knocking, slowly slipping the door open. Remus was there on the far end of the room, humming to himself as he rubbed a cloth on an ancient cup.

It wasn’t until the door creaked shut that he looked up. “Oh. Y/l/n? I didn’t know you were in detention too?”

“I’m not as stupid as you, Lupin,” you chuckled. “I just… dropped by to check on you.”

“… It’s past curfew.”

“I am aware,” you slid your fingers along a line of medals on the wall. “What’s that song you were singing?”

“Humming,” he corrected with a smile. “Born To Be Wild.”

“Steppenwolf?” You cocked an eyebrow in amusement, Accio-ing over a cloth to start scrubbing the dusty medals. “Didn’t think that would be your taste.”

“It’s less taste and more… meaning,” Lupin shrugged with a mysterious glint in his eyes. “You don’t have to—“

“I just want to help you,” you tossed another cloth at his face to shut him up. He let out a bubbly laugh and caught it before going back to his own work. “Meaning huh… Meh, I still prefer something more dance-able.”

“Dance-able?” Lupin chuckled. “Is that a word?”

“It ought to be so I shall make it one,” you grinned nonchalantly.

“Name a dance-able song that fits Your Excellency’s tastes.”

“Hm... Hooked on a Feeling?”

Lupin turned to you with raised eyebrows, fingers slowly rubbing along the rim of a cup. “Just because it is dance-able? Or…”

“It has meaning to it, I suppose. I’m…”

“Hooked on a feeling,” Lupin bobbed his head to the beat you hummed.

“I’m high on believing…”

“That you’re in love with me.”

“Who knew Pretty Prefect Lupin was a singer,” you smirked. Hearing no laugh in response, you looked up from the cabinet of medals to find the boy silently staring at you. His head was tilted by an inch, like a pondering puppy. His eyes twinkled like he had just discovered something truly interesting and amusing. And he was smiling: that tiny tip of his lips that often signalled he was really liking said discovery. It sent a shiver down your spine, but also pleasantly churned your stomach. This is it, you told yourself. Time you pulled the line Dorcas had been nagging you to use at some point in life. “Like what you see?”

“I very much do.” The smile grew a millimetre wider. Goodness the room was bloody hot—

Click. Creeeeeeak… Snap. The door opening and closing on its own made you jump out of your trance and shoot a hex at whatever terrifying spirit was— “Oh. Potter. Have you not heard of bloody knocking?”

James pulled off his Invisibility Cloak, tucking it away and muttering the counter-hex on the attacked Sirius. “Have you not heard of patience?”

“I’m the best at Defence for a reason,” you stuck out your tongue. “What are you doing here?”

“I do believe that is for us to ask,” Black raised an eyebrow.

“I...” You averted your eyes back to the medals, shutting the cabinet and moving onto the shelf of glass prizes. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m here under detention too.”

From the corner of your eyes you could see Lupin paused in his attempt at reaching a high shelf, before casually proceeding. Phew.

“Oooh interesting,” Potter skipped over to you. “What did you do?”

“Encouraging Peeves to hit patrol Prefects with muffins.” That wasn’t a lie: you had done that, just that Prefect Lupin was the one who caught you so you never really got detention. “I suppose you two are here for moral support? Where’s the mouse?”

“Funny you should call him that,” Potter grinned subtly. “Pete fell asleep early.” His voice trailed off when Black tugged on his sleeve. James looked around to meet Remus’s eyes: the Prefect was signalling something to him. Something you didn’t quite understand but… you could surmise well. “Oh, right! The homework, yes, yes, Merlin, I forgot. Do we have to submit it tomorrow, Pads?”

“Yep.”

“We really should go finish it then…”

“I’ll write yours for you, Remy, you wrap this up quick and come get some sleep.” Sirius shot him a wink, mouthing ‘Have fun’ before dragging James outside and shutting the door.

Your eyebrows had reached your hairline by now. “… What on Earth was that about?”

Lupin shrugged, a half-smile on his face. “The not-so-true answer? I reminded them of homework.”

“One that doesn’t exist. In case you forgot, we share the same classes.”

He only grinned wider. “The honest answer? I chased them out.”

“Why?”

Both your dust-lined shelf and his greasy cupboard had long since been abandoned.

“Because it isn’t often that I catch a moment longer than five seconds with you, without half a House or my dear friends to butt in. Even rarer than catching you lying so smoothly.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “If I'd told them I was here to accompany you, they’d announce a wedding by morning.”

“And maybe I wouldn’t mind that.”

Good Godric did you want to wipe that self-satisfied, all-knowing grin off his face. Which you did. Gryffindors weren’t known for avoiding their impulses after all.

The grimy cloth lay on the shelf. There wasn’t much distance to close so it was only a matter of seconds you saw the pleasant surprise blossoming on his face before your lips met his. You waited for a response, which came fast: Remus cupped your face, returning the kiss all earnest and happy. His hair felt soft on your fingers. One hand raked through the golden strands while the other traced the scars across his face — all those jagged lines that only served to make him all the more handsome. He was soft and delicate, a thumb stroking your cheek, kissing so slowly and tenderly that you felt your brain and knees melting. It was nothing passionate, nothing even close to the X-rated literature Dorcas read: it was laced with all the chocolate he ate, and as gentle as the boy himself, as light and soothing as his hold on you. Merlin, he was so sweet.

It took a while for him to pull back, still not letting go of your face. “‘Lips as sweet as candy’ indeed,” he was grinning oh so merrily. “Your stash of Honeydukes jars is paying off.”

“Says the one who literally tastes of chocolate,” you quipped before gulping at how… odd that sounded.

He laughed at the fierce blush that painted your ears. “You spend too much with Dorcas, love. A— I meant— …Sorry.”

Oh, the delightful squirm in your tummy. “No, I like the sound of that.”

“Oh do you now?” He snickered, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “Good. Though we really should wrap this up, love.”

His grin was contagious. “Well… you’re the one in detention, forced to clean by hand,” you said, pulling out your wand. “I’m not.” With that, you pushed away from him, going about the room waving your wand at the different shelves and cabinets, cups and medals, trophies and awards, Scourgify-ing some and using polishing charms on others. Over ten minutes later, you wiped your brow and turned around, blushing at the way Remus was watching like you had hung the moon. “What?”

“Surely I get to stare as much as I want now,” he walked over.

“I suppose so…”

He placed a chaste peck on your lips and held out his arm. “Come on, before Sirius comes looking for us and Lily has to save us all from McGonagall.”

You laughed and walked out the door, hugging his arm closer when a Prefect passed by. Privilege number one of being a Prefect’s partner: you get to walk around wherever, whenever, as long as it’s with them. You bit your lip, realising you had just called yourself Remus’s partner. Oh well, nothing wrong about it… “Remus.”

The boy’s footsteps stuttered for a bit at the first name. He turned to you, beaming wide. “Yes, love?”

God this was wonderful. “Why do I have a bad feeling Dorcas and James will be exchanging galleons with Sirius next morning?”

“…They definitely betted on this.” And Sirius definitely betted against it being the clingy prick he was, but neither of you needed to say it aloud. Instead, Remus held your arm closer, warily grousing, “Breakfast will be fun.”

[ecstarry]

@jegulus-microfic / lips / 335 words / euge's february micro fics

“We’ll distract them,” Barty said confidently as he nudged Evan’s elbow.

“Don’t worry, we got this.”

Regulus stared at the two of them briefly before looking away and catching a pair of breathtaking eyes gazing back at him; James. He told him to stay concealed underneath his cloak and blend in with the tables at the end of the ballroom, which apparently, was an impossible task for Potter to follow. They were mere moments away from reuniting, but Regulus couldn’t blame him. He, too, was always searching for his gaze. 

He glanced at his friends one last time and nodded. “Fine, don’t embarrass me.”

“We would never!” They replied in unison with exaggerated gasps and a grin.

Regulus rolled his eyes and carefully observed them as they whispered something to the musicians before darting to the dance floor. The room was filled with the first note and they began to perform. He discreetly searched for his parents and found them eyes-wide with disbelief at the sight of Evan and Barty’s choreography. They looked disgusted, yes, but also distracted. 

He seized the opportunity and slowly retreated. Even with James hidden underneath the cloak, Regulus could still sense his presence. He paused before him and reached out for his hand, gently guiding him toward the exit.

They walked, hands intertwined, until they reached the garden. There, surrounded by beautiful flowers and a couple of trees, James finally dropped the cloak. Before Regulus could utter a sound, James pulled him close and pressed their lips together. Barely catching his breath, Regulus threw his arms around James and kissed him as if it were the only way to breathe again. He sometimes thinks it is.

"How long before your parents notice?" James whispered, their lips barely parting.

Regulus grinned, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "I reckon Evan and Barty can keep them distracted for a while longer.”

As in cue, the music swelled again as they lost themselves in each other’s embrace, kissing senselessly for the remainder of the night. 

more of euge's febrary microfics here

This was inspired on this tiktok and a comment I saw there about them doing it to help Reg escape to see James.

[wisteria-cherry]

sirius orion black, III

!!a comprehensive list of every student during the marauders era!!

updates whenever i want really. a series of drabbles with a sprinkling of sirius x reader.

•in which you meet remus lupin | drabble | fluff | slight sirius x fem! reader.

•in which you have your own personal escorts | drabble | fluff | sirius won’t leave you alone.

•in which a prank gets botched by lily evans | drabble | james is a simp for lily evans | sirius is whiny

•in which you discover remus’ secret | drabble | sirius defends you | angst but all is resolved | you find out remus is a werewolf

•in which you have a failed attempt at heart-to-heart with your boys | drabble | they finally calmed down for once | sirius is trying so hard to be obvious | he’s failing anyway | being remus’ emotional support

•in which you have an argument but you’re not sure what to do | drabble | james and peter can’t keep their mouths shut | remus lets sirius take this one | sirizzus black | sirius x reader

•in which you get drunk and it’s indirectly james’ fault | drabble | going to james’ quidditch game | party | sirius takes care of you | you’ll regret this | sirius x reader

•in which you decide to make a list of all the nicknames sirius calls you | drabble | sirius x reader | shocking | you suck at being discreet | you’re a good student | the other boys are not

•in which you were right in that hanging with the marauders would attract unwanted attention | drabble | you are NOT a damsel in distress | okay maybe you are | james and sirius are scary when they want to be | lucius malfoy is a jerk but also a coward | your boys save you | sirius x reader | a sprinkle of james x reader if you want

•in which everyone thinks you and sirius are dating | drabble | you’re more popular than you realize | sirius x reader | you’re so oblivious | so is remus but by choice | these tag things are getting longer and longer the more drabbles i write | remus is such a chill friend | sirius isn’t as chill but he’s still a good friend | is sirius really just a friend?

•in which sirius decides to join the quidditch team but it gets cut short | drabble | sirius being sly | if slytherin weren’t so evil-ish he’d make a great one | remus is not buying a second of this | quidditch captain! james

•in which you go school supply shopping with the marauders | drabble | james vehemently supports the bro code | there is no hiding from these boys | they will find you in the largest crowd | there is no peace for you | peter almost slips up but its cool remus has got it

•in which the marauders are your wingmen | drabble | they’re not very discreet | sirius really thinks he’s slick | he’s not | lily is not having it and nor are you | lily saves the day (or not) | you like to spite sirius | he tried okay

•in which you decide between starvation and humiliation | drabble | the ending is rushed i’m sorry :( | kiss your pride goodbye | you’ll probably never get it back | injured reader | james and sirius are insufferable | warning: secondhand embarrassment

•in which you discover the true nature of the marauders' relationship with severus snape, as told by remus | drabble | angst | the marauders are kind of toxic | it goes both ways but it's more so them | it's hard to leave people you care about even when you know you should | putting aside your own values for the sake of companionship | remus' hamartia is loyalty | if you have to gaslight yourself into thinking they're not that bad, they probably are that bad | just because the other side does it too, doesn't make it okay for you to

•in which the marauders don’t take kindly to you being asked out and no one tells you anything | drabble | slight sirius x reader | girls have cooties | not really, they just won’t tell you who sirius’ crush is | it’s you | peter is the only marauder in a relationship | slay ig

•in which james takes a sick day | drabble | james is sick | no pairing | they all share a brain cell i think

beautiful stranger | drabble | modern au! | songfic, in that it’s inspired by the song, it doesn’t have lyrics in the middle of the one shot or anything | those have always been hard to read for me haha | genderless reader | i literally didn’t use pronouns

[jilyarchive]

The Wingmen

Title: The Wingmen Author: redhotfox Rating: T Genre(s): Romance, Drama, Humour Chapters: 1 Word Count: 9,192 Summary: James uses his fellow Marauders to employ an... unusual strategy to get Lily's attention in their sixth year.

[angelicamerlinbarnes]

I feel like Severus and Lily and James get together because after James and Lily get together, she confesses to him that she has a crush on Severus. James, being a good boyfriend, sets out to try and win his girlfriend a second boyfriend by annoying Severus about it while they’re paired together for a project (by Mcgonogall, of course). What he doesn’t anticipate is falling for Severus himself.

(Good news for him, Sirius and Remus are expert matchmakers who focus all their efforts into getting the three of them together while they stubbornly ignore their own feelings for each other.)

(Peter meanwhile is eating cookies with Regulus and the house elves and could not give less of a crap.)

[doecharmed-arc]

what a fine day to remember that lily’s friendships with sirus/remus/peter can exist outside of her relationship with james

[nahoney22]

Lighting Your Heart

Tech X F!Reader

word count: 3.1k

Tech was in love with you but didn’t know how to tell you, luckily his brothers push him in the right direction and hopefully his creation will win your affections.

warnings: none, fluff, idiots in love. tech pining over reader. Batchers being wingmen.

When Hunter first told Tech that they’ll be having an additional member to the squad join them, he was conflicted. Conflicted that there was simply not enough room for six of you on board the Marauder and conflicted because this came out of the blue.

However, when he first laid his eyes on you, he was smitten. A lone figure walking up to meet them, a gracious smile on their face with eyes that lit up beautifully was what set his heart aflame. Unfortunately for him, his brothers knew instantly.

How did they know? Well, Tech didn’t utter a single word to you for a few days. Loth-cat had literally got his tongue. It wasn’t until you had overheard him talking that got you to get him to talk to you.

“What was that you were just saying? About Purrgil’s?”

His cheeks were flaming red as you looked at him innocently, a genuine interest shown that you wanted him to talk to you about something. Anything.

“Uh… I…”

Wrecker watched painfully as Tech tried to string a sentence together so harshly hit his back, practically jumpstarting Tech.

Wrecker moved out of the cockpit, leaving you alone with the stuttering clone but you waited patiently. You didn’t know that this was unlike him as it was pretty much your first conversation so atleast he had that in his favour.

“I was just telling Wrecker, that, uh, sentients were impressed with how the creatures could travel through hyperspace.” He managed out quickly, pushing his goggles up as they rolled slowly down his nose.

“How come?” You pressed on, leaning forward to show interest.

Tech relaxed, merely. It was rare to find someone who enjoyed his interests in gathering information and so to share it with someone who was interested was rather lovely.

“Well they wanted to see how they could access alternative dimensions that we jump through. This was several millennia before the-.”

“The Cold War?”

“Y-Yes!” He stared at you, wide eyed. It certainly wasn’t the ration bar he ate this morning that was sending his heart into a frenzy.

“Wow.” You say slowly, looking out the windshield as conveniently, you were travelling through hyperspace. “I suppose the gas Clouzon-36 was beneficial in helping scientists understand how coaxium could form at places subject to intense interstellar energy.” The words rolled off your tongue like a verse from a book that could only be found in an archive in the greatest library in the solar system. Tech felt as if his heart was beating out of his chest and he stared at you in pure awe as you very suddenly began to light up his life.

“I can’t cope anymore.”

Hunter looked over at Crosshair who was sitting on the ramp of the ship, practically glaring into the back of Tech’s head.

“What?” Hunter asks, looking back and forth.

“Mister googly-eyes over there. He just stares at her from afar and doesn’t try to pursue it.” Crosshair rolled his eyes, looking away before beginning to polish his rifle that he had set aside just to grow annoyed at his brother's longing for you. He would never admit that it did make him happy however to see Tech smitten.

Hunter chuckled and placed his hands on his hips, watching Tech to attempt to sit inconspicuously on a patch of grass, head first in his datapad whilst glancing up at you as you sat by a tree.

Your hair was loose, letting it flow naturally in comparison to it being usually pinned back. Dressed in civvies and jotting some notes down into a scrapbook. You said it was for research purposes to the boys but it was actually a little diary. You could’ve used a datapad to lock down your thoughts, adventures and feelings but it felt more personal to grab some flimsi, stick it together with a leather casing and jot things down.

“Should we push him in the right direction?” Echo pipes up, overhearing the conversation as he finishes a quick task.

“What d’ya mean?” Wrecker then joins in, the four of them now looking over at Tech, his back to them as his head tilted to the side upon gazing in your direction. “Oh. I see.”

Hunter thinks for a moment, knowing that jumping into Tech’s personal life wasn’t the wisest idea but then again he doesn’t think he could stomach watching Tech sit in pure jealousy as guys approached you left, right and centre at bars again.

He hesitates for a brief moment before calling out to Tech who physically jolts in his spot, whipping his head round to the boys who hold back their laughs as Hunter beckons him over. Tech stands and then stops infront of his vod, each with mischievous looks on their faces.

“Are you just going to look at me or ask for my assistance?” Tech asked impatiently, highkey hating the somewhat scrutinising looks he was getting.

“You mean look at you like the way you’ve been looking at madam over there?” Echo smirks, folding his arms over his chest as Tech’s cheeks burn red.

“N-no, I was merely-.”

“Stalking?” Crosshair interrupts earning a quick shove from Hunter.

“We get it bud, you like her but why aren’t you doing anything about it?”

Tech chewed on the inside of his cheek, slightly irked that his brothers were snooping into his personal life just like Hunter had thought but they did have a point. He liked you - well - to the point that he loved you, the knowledge you process as well as your beauty.

“I am fairly certain that she doesn’t return how I feel about her.” Tech mumbles, looking over his shoulder towards you, watching you squiggle away in your self-made book. You looked so at peace, all the fighting was currently on hold and it was pleasant, for all of them, to be at ease for a while.

Wrecker firmly pats Tech’s shoulders. “Well you don’t know if ya don’t try!” He beamed and the others nod in agreement.

“Get her a gift and tell her how you feel.” Crosshair suggests but Tech shakes his head.

“She doesn’t really like materialistic things, she likes handmade things.” Tech points out and Echo nearly winces at his words in frustration.

“Handmade? Tech! You can literally make her anything. She’ll appreciate the effort.” Echo tells him flat out, throwing his hands up in the air in vex at how blind Tech could be.

“So a gift... like I said.” Crosshair scowled, not liking how his suggestion was swept under the carpet.

The goggled clone ponders, rubbing his chin as he thought. “I think I know what to make her. Whether it’ll explain my feelings... I don’t know.”

“Better doing it and finding out rather than never knowing at all.” Hunter comforts his brother, all of them smiling in success as Tech dives into the ship to get started on his gift.

“Are you finally done?”

“Finally done.” Tech confirms Hunters question with a nod, holding the device in his hands.

Wrecker peers over the back of Tech’s chair in the cockpit, eyebrows furrowed before turning to Crosshair who looked just as confused as he did. “Er, what is it?”

“Never mind that.” Echo dismisses Wrecker and Crosshair with a wave of his scomp, practically dragging Tech out of his seat and pushing him towards the ramp door. “She’s out there.”

Tech takes a deep breath but freezes in his spot, his feet suddenly stuck to the floor of the ship. “Maybe this is a bad idea. The estimate of her liking me back is purely 50-50 maybe even 30-50 if she actually finds my ‘info dumping’ as Crosshair calls it,” he sneaks a glance to Crosshair who shrugs, “irritating.”

“You’re just overthinking because it’s about to happen. Besides, if she doesn’t like you that way back then it’s not the end of the world.” Echo eases; only for it to be ruined by Wrecker.

“Yeah! Me and the others can have a crack at it instead.” Wrecker roared with laughter, Echo glaring at him meanwhile Hunter shakes his head and pats his shoulder.

“Go. You’ve been working on it for days.”

He sighed. “Alright, can someone pass me my helmet first I need to check something.” Wrecker moves out of the way, retrieving said helmet and they all watch as Tech secures it onto his head and takes another deep breath.

With a final nudge, this time by Crosshair who basically pushes him off the ship and sealing the ramp door closed, Tech lets his feet walk up to you.

Currently, you were stood with one arm wrapped around your waist with one hand tucked under your chin and seeming to be in deep thought when you heard the crunch of leaves behind you. Turning, an instant smile lights up your face as Tech approaches.

“Hi.” You say somewhat breathlessly, always finding him irresistibly cute with his helmet. Probably because you could see his bright eyes, showing so much expression that made you like it.

“Good evening.” He replies, hands tucked behind his back as he stands beside you. “What were you thinking about?”

Although you weren’t particularly thinking of anything, someone was on your mind more than usual. And he just so happened to be standing beside you. You had been travelling with them for just over seven months now and you wouldn’t have changed a thing. Aside from more downtime, perhaps.

“It is estimated that the galaxy holds 400 billion stars, maybe more.” Tech looked at you, anything to do with the galaxy had his ears perk up. Then again, whenever you said anything his ears would perk up as well as his heart rate.

“That is correct.”

“And there are 3.2 billion systems that are habitable.” You then say, head tilting to gaze up at the sky.

“That is also correct.” Tech agrees, trying to stop his hands from shaking as you express your amazement for the galaxy. Last thing he wanted to do was to drop the gift he had made for you.

“So it’s funny really isn’t it?” You turn to him then, catching him off guard.

“W-what is?”

“So many planets… moons… star systems… and yet the probability of us meeting are quite slim.” Tech blinks at you, holding on to every single word you say.

You smiled at him, fondly. “I suppose what I’m trying to say is that I’m glad that the universe has worked its mysterious ways so we could meet. Chance or not.”

Tech could hear the rapid beating of his heart in his ear canal, a cavern of repetitive and echoing drumming. Was this a way of you telling him you liked him? Or were you just being friendly? He wasn’t too sure.

“Well, I am pleased that you feel that way.” Tech replies, diminishing any thought in his mind of summing up all probability factors.

You hummed contently, then looked down at his arms. “You have a gift for me?”

Tech’s eyes went wide behind his goggles, mouth slack open. “H-how did you know?”

This time it was your turn to mirror his reaction. “Oh! I was just joking.” You say with a small laugh, a sudden interest in what exactly it was he had been hiding behind his back. “But… you got me a gift?” You ask with a small jump, a look of hopefulness in your eyes as your eyes clasped together infront of you.

Even without giving you the gift itself your amusement and look of excitement on your face, it was enough for Tech to be content with.

“Ah, yes, well, do you recall us talking about the lighting on the ship? More importantly about the lighting in your bunk?” He rocks on the balls of his feet, unbeknownst to him that his brothers were watching with intrigue from the windshield.

“I do indeed….” you say slowly, getting more and more curious.

He brings his arm around from his back, holding out an electronic device that had wires (nearly tucked away) and a large bulb attacked it. “It may not look exciting,” he rubs the back of his neck as you take it into your grasp, examining it up close, “but if I can install it into your bunk you’ll be able to change the colour rather than that flickering white one you currently have.” He points towards some of the controls, not being able to manage to look up to grasp your reaction. “You will also be able to change the contrast, sharpness, brightness, warmth too to suit what mood you’re in.”

You listen to him ramble but for the first time, nothing went in. He made this for me? You think to yourself but decided to also ask it out loud to him as well.

“You made this for me, Tech?” You ask softly, looking up at him with warm eyes and the softest smile on your lips.

Your reaction was like liquid gold to him, nothing could be more perfect than seeing the light shine in your eyes from something he did. He had lost the will to speak and instead just nodded.

Your heart could burst but you kept it at bay. “Tech, this is the sweetest thing someone has ever done for me. Thank you.” You nod at him, eyes locking before you look back down at the device in your hand. “But, why?”

This is it. The moment he had been waiting for. You had asked and he had the answer but his voice was hitched in his throat and a mental block stopped any coherent sentences from forming.

You waited for his response, looking back up at him to see him actually looking perplexed. As if he wanted to say something but he couldn’t. It was funny since you could only see his eyes which showed that you could read him very well.

“I...uh… I just thought it would help you sleep or research better.” He replies. Lame. What a kriffing idiot, he thinks to himself. The internal monologue in his mind was just him swearing at himself along with lines that he knows what his brothers will say to him.

Analysing him silently, you couldn’t help but think that you expected him to say something else. Maybe something he was afraid to say? Which seemed impossible as it was Tech but the sweet clone could never really express his true feelings, not ever. So, thinking you read the situation correctly you thought you’d take a gamble.

“Well in that case I have a gift for you too.”You reply, feigning a small innocence as your hands tuck away behind your back.

You? Had a gift? For him? Once again his cheeks bristled a glorious pink that were shielded by his helmet but now even the tips of his ears burned crimson.

“You have a gift for me?” He asks, bewildered after standing around and gawking at you like you had told him he had seven heads.

“Well I wanted to give you one for a while now so now seems the perfect time. It’s only a little something, it’s not as good as the gift you got me.” You say with a giggle, placing the device on the floor for the time being. “But under one condition.”

“Which is?”

“You need to take off your helmet, just so I can see your reaction.” You smirk, pointing at him. The air were thick in your lungs, sudden nerves taking over you as you watched the clone remove his helmet and hold onto it by his side.

“I need you to close your eyes too.” You say slightly hurriedly.

He raises a brow at this. “But you said you wanted to see my reaction?”

“I need to get it out of my pocket.” You lie with a roll of your eyes, laughing softly. “I’ll count down from three and then you can open. No peeking either!”

He hummed and closed his eyes reluctantly as you requested, and waited for the countdown somewhat impatiently.

“Three…” you took a step closer to Tech, your voice soft and laced with enticement as you shuffled on your spot, practically preparing yourself as you shook out the nerves from your hands.

“Two…” this time you gently raised your arms, placing each hand on either side of his shoulders as your chest gently pressed up against his breastplate. You felt him stiffen, standing to attention but his leg shook with nerves at your foreign touch.

You leaned forward, your nose gently brushing against his as you tilt your head to the side and eliciting a perfect gasp from Tech. Your lips barely brushed against his. “One…”

As requested, his eyes opened but yours had closed when you firmly planted your lips to his parted ones due to his precious gasp, letting your lips lock perfectly.

The feeling of warm, soft and plump lips against his made Tech’s mind fuzzy, his eyes fluttering closed and dropping his helmet to the floor with a thump. His hand hovers over your waist, unsure whether he could or should touch you or not.

Testing the waters, your lips glide along his in perfect synchronicity and you feel his rigid state falter. Now replaced with want as your hands move up his shoulders and to the back of his neck, fingers lacing through his short and soft hair. He breathes into you, making you knees almost buckle but luckily his hands manage to take hold of your waist to stop you from slipping away from him.

Eventually, you pull away to allow him to catch his breath while you smile somewhat goofily at him. “How was that?” You whisper, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, his slender arms wrapping around you and pulling you close.

“Wow.” You chuckle at his sweet choice of words or word even, pulling back to look at him.

“How long have you liked me?” You then ask, fingers continue to gently stroke through his soft hair.

“Honestly? Probably the first time we spoke. I was in pure awe of how intelligent and of course, beautiful you were.” He replies bashfully, his helmet no longer hiding his blush.

“Funny. That’s probably the same for me too.”

Tech stares down at you in amazement and ducks his head back down, chasing your lips for a second kiss where you both had slowly begun to deepen the kiss that evening.

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@secretsongdeer : you liked it, so I finished it 🥳🥳

 Prongs, What Did You Do? 

 Chapter 2: Highly Successful Wingmen

Previously…

“But how the fuck does Moony thinking I fancy the pants off Benjy help me?” Sirius said, grabbing a hold of James’ Quidditch top in turn and shaking him.

The door of the Gryffindor common room burst open once more. Remus Lupin stood there, eyes narrowed, lip curled, fists clenched, looking as though he planned on taking on every single wannabe Death-Eater in Hogwarts at once and could easily beat them. Sirius drew in a short breath, suddenly aware he was standing very close to James.

“Pray continue, don’t let my presence interrupt the snogging session you two had planned there,” Remus said, in a voice so icy that the dripping disdain had solidified.

“This is how it helps,” said James pleasantly, beaming at Sirius proudly.

“Oh fuck,” whispered Sirius. “Prongs, what did you do?”

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 “Nothing much,” said James, giving Sirius’ shoulder a hearty slap. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Remus gave him a look.

“What?” said James, blinking at him innocently.

“He thinks he’s a paragon of virtue,” Sirius said to Remus, aiming for a casual tone and propping his elbow back onto the mantlepiece.

He watched as Remus’ chest heaved, looking like he was about to burst.

“Er, I’ll make myself scarce, shall I?” said James, walking backwards towards the boys’ dormitory and mouthing “good luck, you need it” behind Remus’ back.

“You’re more than welcome to stay, Prongs,” protested Sirius with a fake laugh, as James shut the door behind him with a timid click.

“We need to talk,” said Remus.

“Er, yes, yes of course, Moony,” said Sirius, standing up straighter. “About, er, what, in particular?”

That was clearly the wrong thing to say. Remus looked even more livid. Sirius gulped as Remus began walking towards him, hands clenched by his side.

“About you,” Remus’ voice had dropped by a few degrees.

“Me?” said Sirius, looking guilty.

“You.”

Sirius stared at him silently.

“Fenwick accosted me just now. Accused me of trying to steal you away from him.”

Remus’ voice was almost a whisper now.

“What?” said Sirius, looking at him blankly. “But… you haven’t done anything!”

“That’s what I said. I’ve had to listen to you chanting his name every fucking night for the past few weeks and then watch as you completely ignore him every single fucking day.”

“I.. what? I don’t ignore him! I say hello and…” said Sirius, feeling completely confused.

“You act like you’re not in the least bit interested in him!” said Remus, who was now standing right in front of Sirius with a burning light in his eyes.

“That’s because I’m-“

“And you won’t stop looking at me! All day! Every time I lift my eyes, you’re staring at me. Every time I turn around in class, you’re smiling at me, trying to get my attention, sending me those fucking charmed origami notes-“

“I thought you liked-“

“You insist on sitting beside me on the couch, putting your fucking head on my shoulders, putting your feet on my lap, fucking well falling asleep beside me and…”

Sirius suddenly noticed that while Remus’ chest was still heaving up and down, he now looked as though he was trying stop a different emotion.

“You talk to me all the time, you insist on pairing off with me when the four of us head into Hogsmeade, you fucking well tell me things you like about me, all the time, and…” Remus’ voice was hoarse.

“I’m so sorry,” said Sirius, looking at his friend with concern and suddenly feeling very guilty. “I didn’t mean to harass you, Moony, I shouldn’t have-“

“And it’s not fair, it’s not fair on me, Sirius,” said Remus, taking a step towards him. “I know it’s all a joke and it doesn’t mean anything to you. But it does to me. It’s killing me. It’s killing me because I’m mad about you. And it’s been driving me insane. I don’t know if you’re doing it to piss Fenwick off, if you think it’ll make him jealous. I mean it’s clearly working. But I will not be used as some pawn in your little game, Sirius! Just, just leave me out of it, and just damn well ask him out, or do whatever you were planning on doing…”

Sirius’ eyes were wide with shock, speechless, watching as his friend continued talking, the candlelight reflecting the gold in his ash coloured curls, his eyes overly bright, grabbing onto a fistful of hair before he closed his eyes shut, as though to block out a strong feeling.

Tentatively, he leaned forward and brought their two heads together.

“Moony, you’re so thick sometimes. I’m in love with you. Desperately in love with you since the start of the year. I’m sorry if you thought I was joking around with you,” he said quietly.

Remus opened his eyes and stared into his grey eyes, silver and molten.

“What?” he said.

“Mad about you. Crackers. Embarrassed the fuck out of myself on a daily basis. Prongs was pissing himself laughing at my antics. I think everyone else was too. Minnie felt so sorry for me she didn’t even give me detention when I decked Mulciber in the jaw last week,” said Sirius, smiling at Remus and holding onto the back of his neck.

“Really?” said Remus, looking back with a dazed expression.

“Yeah, I decked him for calling Lily the M word,” Sirius shrugged. “She caught me writing you a pathetic note at the start of detention, read it, and then promptly told me I could go, said she had enough stress in her life without adding in an unwarranted hour of supervising me. She also gave me a biscuit.”

“No, the other thing,” Remus said, smiling back.

“Oh. Right,” said Sirius, looking at Remus’ lips.

Remus moved closer until Sirius’ back hit the wall, and bit the side of his lip.

“Why were you calling out Benjy’s name if-“

“Merlin, fuck! That was James!” said Sirius looking horrified. “It was you! It was only you, I was calling out your name, and you weren’t meant to hear, and James didn’t want me to-“

“You were calling out my name?” Remus said, placing his hands on either side of Sirius’ face.

continue reading... Chapter 2: Highly Successful Wingmen

Ahsbejsnfjr Mia!!!! CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!

I'm so Happy for you :)))) 💛💛💛😁😁😁😀😀😀🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗

Anyways can I get Sirius and Lily brotp please......💛💛💛

You can't tell me she wasn't bestie with Sirius before James. They are so amazing!!!!!!

@secretsongdeer thank you!!!  to celebrate a very exciting/big reader milestone of We Can Be Heroes on fanfic.net (I still can’t get over it, I much prefer ao3 but anyway!), I asked for prompts and so... Okay so this got out of control and ended up being more that just Blackevans brotp but I hope you like it...

   Prongs, what did you do?

 “I hate men!” Lily said, flinging her bag onto the floor of the Gryffindor common room and throwing herself onto the sofa.

Sirius Black, who was already seated on said sofa and had been pretending to read when she came in, looked up briefly, raising his left eyebrow.

“What?” said Lily.

“I am a man, Evans,” he said.

“And?” Lily said, sending him a petulant scowl.

“Oh, it’s like that, is it?” Sirius said, trying not to smile as he went back to pretending to read said book.

“Very like that,” she said, sliding down the sofa and crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“Any particular chap bothering you today?” he asked lightly.

“I told you, all of them!” Lily said, rolling her eyes at him.

“All of them in particular?” Sirius asked.

“Well... I can’t tell you about one of them,” she said, kicking her foot against the low footstool.

That had to be Snape. Sirius made a mental note to hex the bastard as soon as the opportunity arose.

“And?”

“I can’t tell you about the other two either,” Lily said, throwing her head back against the cushion and sighing again.

Snape’s friends. The six mini Death-Eaters Snape hung around with could all do with additional hexing, the bigoted bastards. He clenched his jaw.

“And?” he said.

“And your stupid, infuriating friend!” Lily said, looking up at him again and glaring.

Her emerald eyes were utterly beautiful, but most people found them scary as fuck when she was angry.

Sirius Black was not most people. He knew Lily Evans like the back of his hand. This was only a recent and rather startling discovery.

“Ah, Prongs?” he said, failing to keep a straight face. “What’s he done this time?”

“He’s...”

“Yes?”

“He’s... well, if you must know, it’s more a case of what he hasn’t done!” Lily scowled.

“You’ve lost me there,” Sirius said, putting down his book and turning towards her. “Evans?”

“Black.”

“I’m notoriously impatient.”

“That’s not a virtue, and you need to work on it,” Lily huffed.

“Duly noted,” Sirius grinned. “You’re pretty impatient too, by the way, old thing.”

“So?”

“So, à propos de rien, what did Prongs do?”

“French doesn’t suit you, Black.”

“I think it does, actually,” Sirius said, flicking his hair and settling back into the couch more comfortably.

Lily glanced up at him briefly.

“Oh fine. I’ll allow that.”

“I’m always right,” Sirius said, with a smug grin.

Lily gave him an exaggerated eye roll.

“Name once!” she snorted.

“I said you fancied Prongs and I was right,” Sirius said, casually biting into the apple he had been holding in his right hand.

Lily’s cheeks infused prettily.

“You’ve literally never said that!” she yelped.

“I did just now, Evans,” Sirius said smoothly. “And I was right.”

Lily opened her mouth to protest and then closed it.

“Kneazle got your tongue, old thing?” Sirius said, grey eyes sparkling.

“Fuck off!” Lily said, jabbing his shin with her foot.

Sirius folded his arms and stared back.

“I can’t believe I’m telling you this!” Lily said, covering her face with her hands and groaning dramatically. “If you tell him, I swear to-“

“My lips are sealed,” Sirius replied, taking another bite of his apple. “Do tell!”

“I’m going to die of-“ Lily said, still hiding behind her hands.

“High stakes. Sounds like Prongs,” said Sirius, taking another bite.

“Listen, you’d have lost it too if you have just worked up the courage to ask Remus out and another person beat you to it at the last minute!” Lily said, flinging herself back against the armrest with force. “Two seconds ahead of me! Two bloody seconds!”

“What?” said Sirius, looking mortified, and pointedly ignoring the reference to one of his best friends.

“James, Prongs, whatever you call the useless, dorky git.”

“He didn’t say yes though, surely?” said Sirius, who still seemed a bit flummoxed.

“Didn’t he?” Lily said, her voice rising. “Desdemona asked him to go to Hogsmeade on a date. He said, and I’m quoting here, thanks very much that’s so kind of you I’d love to go only in his stupid polite voice.”

Sirius winced.

“And?”

“And?” said Lily, cheeks bright red at this stage. “And then she said oh James, that’s, like, so amazing? I’m going to, like, die of happiness? I can’t wait to, like, tell all my friends, they’re actually, I’m not going to lie, going to scream?” Lily said, putting on a highly convincing version of a snooty pureblood accent. “And then she kissed his cheek and ran off! He stood there, like a deer caught in the headlights! And she’s not horrible or anything, she’s actually quite nice despite her snobby voice, and very attractive to boot, and I’m just being mean and-“

“Fucking hell!” Sirius said, staring at Lily. “What the fuck was he thinking?”

“I know, right?” Lily glared. “Tosser!”

“Blithering idiot!” said Sirius, growling.

“Stupid git!” Lily added.

“Wanker!” said Sirius.

“Gobshite,” Lily said.

“Merlin’s sake, man!” said Sirius.

“Well at least we’re on the same page,” said Lily, shooting Sirius a small smile.

“Blindingly incompetent...” said Sirius.

“Incompetent what?”

“Incompetent flirt? He’s meant to be asking you out?”

“He is?” Said Lily, staring at him in confusion.

“Hand on, when did this happen?”

“A few minutes ago.”

“Merlin, fuck!” Said Sirius, pacing up and down in front of the fireplace. “He’ll come flying in through that door in the next few seconds, Evans, mark my words, so you need to leg it upstairs and let me handle him, alright?”

“Is that wise?” Lily asked, biting her lip.

Sirius stopped pacing and stared at her momentarily.

“Well. I’d say wise would be pushing it,” he said. “but still preferable to your future husband pulling a Prongs.”

Lily raised her right eyebrow.

“Fucking it all up monumentally,” said Sirius, resuming his pacing. “I shall fix this, old girl, leave it to me.”

“What have I done,” groaned Lily as she hurried upstairs.

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 The door of the Gryffindor common room flew open and James Potter stormed inside.

“Spot of bother with the fairer sex, Prongs?” Sirius said, lounging against the mantelpiece looking suave and sophisticated.

“Why, Padfoot?” James said, slamming the door so hard that the Fat Lady shrieked in fright. “Why is this happening to me, eh? What the ever-living fuck am I meant to do now, eh?”

“Prongs, care to enlighten me as to why the fuck you said you’d go on a date to Hogsmeade with Desdemona Demelza de Mimsy-Porpington?” said Sirius, his voice hard as steel.

James glared back at him and then threw his arms into the air helplessly.

“I have no idea, Padfoot! Literally no idea what possessed me, okay? I’m disgusted at my absolute barminess! It’s like I can’t be rude to a girl and then I can’t tell her she’s wrong either? I’m a disaster, Padfoot! A walking disaster area!”

“I agree. Your idiocy has risen to stratospheric heights, Prongs,” Sirius said, folding his arms crossly. “! just had Evans in here, in literal tears, all your doing!”

“In tears?” Said James, looking appalled and tuggi8ng at his hair with both his hands.

“Howling,” confirmed Sirius.

“Merlin’s tits!” Said James, turning white. “Do you think I-“

“I think your mother shall hear about this,” said Sirius primly, pursing his mouth shut and shaking his head with a disappointed sigh.

“What!” James shouted, looking horrified. “You are not telling mum, Sirius Black, you traitorous turd! It wasn’t my fault! I didn’t mean to-“

“All you have to do is ask the damned girl out, Prongs, it’s not exactly rock ’n’ science.”

“Rock ’n’ what? Oi! Now listen here, you little shit! I won’t have you chastising me like a bloody two-year-old when you are literally doing the exact same thing when it comes to Moony!”

Sirius’ elbow promptly slipped off the mantelpiece.

“Ouch!” He yelped, digging his elbow into his side. “What the fuck is that meant to mean!”

“Oh don’t you try this palaver on me, Padfoot! I damn well know you’ve had the hots for Moony for at least the last six months, and you’ve done fuck all about it, so don’t get on your high horse and-“

“What?” Sirius croaked, his voice shrill with fear. “I haven’t ever-“

“Oh shut up, Pads! I’ve had to listen to all sorts of Godforsaken moans coming from your bed as you call out Moony’s name. Darling Moony! Remus yes! Moony don’t stop!”

“What?” Sirius is now white as a sheet. “B-but I put up silencing charms every single night?”

“Yeah, about that, you never learnt how to cast a very effective silencing charm, mate. Which was fine, I covered for you, until you started mouthing off this gross stuff about Moony. I sent a remedial charm so don’t worry, Remus didn’t hear you mooning over him. He just thinks you are obsessed with Benjy now.”

Sirius stared at him, momentarily speechless.

“Excuse me?” he croaked. “He what?”

“Yes, well, I may have charmed your voice to say Benjy every time you said the word Moony or Remus,” James said, not looking at all apologetic.

“What? Why? Why would you do that?” said Sirius, looking at James with abject horror.

“Because I was sick of you both! Useless gits!” said James. “You’re both besotted and doing fuck all about it!”

“Fuck all? I’ll have you know, you may not have noticed, but I’ve been flirting my arse off with Moony for MONTHS now Prongs, months! And where has that got me? Nowhere! I don’t think I could be any more bloody obvious!” Sirius said, looking affronted.

“Don’t be ridiculous! You and I may think it’s obnoxiously obvious you fancy him when you send him  origami notes telling him stuff like Can I have your picture so I can show Santa what I want for Christmas? Or even Guess what's on the menu? Me-n-u, but Moony,” said James.

“But Moony what?” said Sirius, looking frazzled. “What the fuck could he possible think that relates to?”

“I bet he thinks you’re joking around, old chap,” said James calmly. “I did at the start.”

“Merlin, what the hell could he possibly think when I said Here I am. What are your other two wishes?” said Sirius.

“It’s Moony we’re talking about, not an ounce of sense in him when it comes to you, Padfoot!”

“He doesn’t like me!” said Sirius, his voice rising. “The time I sent him that note saying Are you French? Because Eiffel for you, do you know what he did? He turned around and told me, and I quote here, You’re a fucking idiot!”

“Merlin’s tits, Sirius!” shouted James, grabbing a hold of Sirius’ shirt collar. “That’s Moony’s way of flirting with you, you imbecile!”

“What?” said Sirius, eyes as wide as saucers.

“You’re blind!” said James heatedly.

“But how the fuck does Moony thinking I fancy the pants off Benjy help me?” Sirius said, grabbing a hold of James’ Quidditch top in turn and shaking him.

The door of the Gryffindor common room burst open once more. Remus Lupin stood there, eyes narrowed, lip curled, fists clenched, looking as though he planned on taking on every single wannabe Death-Eater in Hogwarts at once and could easily beat them. Sirius drew in a short breath, suddenly aware he was standing very close to James.

“Pray continue, don’t let my presence interrupt the snogging session you two had planned there,” Remus said, in a voice so icy that the dripping disdain had solidified.

“This is how it helps,” said James pleasantly, beaming at Sirius proudly.

“Oh fuck,” whispered Sirius. “Prongs, what did you do?”

If you liked it I can finish it??? It’s basically Jily & Wolfstar both oblivious idiots with wingmates Padfoot & Prongs (major Jily & Wolfstar shippers respectively) to the, ahem, (supposed) rescue....

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Potions Accident: Remus Lupin x Reader

Summary: A potions accident leads to something more between you and your friend Remus. James and Sirius are horrible wingmen.

Author’s note: I’ve lowkey developed a huge crush on Remus and I’m not mad about it..

If you’re the mom friend of the marauders, Remus is the dad, and James and Sirius are your two lovable but idiotic children.

Sometimes you feel left out because they’re all in Gryffindor together, but they always make sure to include you.

They definitely have tried to sneak you to the Gryffindor table during meals. McGonogall walks by so Sirius panics and pushes you under the table.

In potions, James and Sirius get the ‘genius’ idea to sabatoge Snape’s person. You’re apprehensive but go along with it because you still remember the time he called Lily a mudblood and she cried in your shoulder for hours.

You’re with Remus, and Sirius and James are partnered together. Between them, they have like 3 brain cells, so Sirius keeps coming over to pester you for help.

You lean over to observe their potion. It was brown, almost black, instead of the dark mauve that the diagram in the textbook showed. The potion is bubbling rapidly and it emits a smell that reminds you of burnt rubber.

You poke it gingerly with the stirring rod and it lets out a soft hiss.

Remus take a quick glance at it when dark smoke starts to float up from the cauldron. His eyes widen as realization strikes and he grabs a fistful of your robe and tugs you away sharply.

You stumble back just in time, the potion explodes and splatters the desks and your robes, but thankfully misses your face.It immediately starts to burn holes through the desk and you quickly discard your robe before it eats through the fabric.

You’re wearing Remus’ sweater underneath and James gapes at you.

Sirius, on the other hand, quickly recovers from his shock and starting dancing around like a lunatic, chanting, “MOONY AND Y/N SITTING IN A TREE, K-I-S-S-”

Slughorn bustles over and immediately starts scolding him. Snape is across the room, staring at the group of you with clear distaste.

Both Remus and you are blushing, he turns to you awkwardly, “You okay?” he asks, scratching the back of his neck, “Sorry for pulling you like that.”“What?”

You say quickly, “Oh, no, it’s fine, you probably stopped me from getting my face burn off.”

You look down at your -his- sweater and blush, he had lent it to you last week at Hogsmeade because it had unexpectedly started to snow, and you had forgotten to return it. “I’m so sorry, I honestly didn’t realize I was wearing your sweater. I was in a rush this morning and didn’t even look at what I put on.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” he insists, “Keep it. It looks better on you anyway.” When he realizes what he said, he turns pink.

Sirius, who is still getting chewed out by Slughorn, is laughing his ass off. “Good job Moony,” he mouths, giving his friend an exaggerated wink.

James is looking between you and Remus with thoughtful eyes. “Remus, are you busy on Saturday?” Remus shakes his head, slightly confused.

James turns to you, “What about you Y/N?”

“No... Why?”

“Because you two are going on a date.”

Remus starts sputtering, failing to spit out a comphrehenive sentence.

Sirius can no longer hold back his glee and is rolling on the floor, cackling like a maniac. The bell to switch classes had rang but no one had left, instead staring at the marauders intently like they were the main characters of a muggle soap opera.

You and Remus turn to each other. “Sorry,” he says, “You know Sirius, he likes to joke.” You nod and ignore the small stab of pain that shoots through your heart.

“So Hogsmeade is a no?” You say teasingly, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Oh-” he utters intelligently, “Uh, no. I mean yes, I-” he cuts himself off before clearing his throat, “Hogsmeade sounds great. Meet me there at 12?”

“Sounds good.”

“Excuse me,” Slughorn interjects, “You will be going nowhere on Saturday. You four,” he gestures at Sirius and James, “have detention.”

“Professor,” Sirius interjects, “You can’t stand in the way of true love!”

“Oh,” Slughorn huffs, rubbing his forehead in defeat, “You lot better leave before I change my mind.”

You look at Remus and smile. He smiles back.

[ao3feed-jily]

Prongs, What Did You Do?

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/36gYYsO

by YouBlitheringIdiot

Sirius wants to make Jily happen and James wants to make Wolfstar happen. Neither couple look like they will ever get together, so they both independently decide to take matters into their own hands, like good Wingmen... oh dear...

Words: 1949, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Marauders Fluff

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black, James Potter, Remus Lupin

Relationships: James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

Additional Tags: next level oblivious idiots, BlackEvans broTP, sirius black is the best wingman, James Potter is the best wingman, Well - Freeform, maybe not very successful, Fluff, nothing but fluffy idiots in love, Marauders Fluff, Marauders era, canon jily, hogwarts jily, hogwarts wolfstar, wolfstar, jily, Swearing

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/36gYYsO

[themarauderstheoutsidersandpeggy]

I liked the lesbian thing! And I wondered if you could maybe make hcs with Peter having an introverted and shy bi bestfriend?

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hahaha my bisexual soul had a heart attack when I read this request and I’m writing this from experience seeing as I am introverted, shy, and bi. (shy, bi, and ready to die)

As said in my lesbian hcs

He doesn’t care literally at all what your sexuality is

In fact, he quite enjoys having someone to talk to about the people he likes but then also being able to see into The Female Brain

You guys are each other’s wingmen :’)

But y’all are both shy as hell so it’s like 

“Yeah, i gotchu bby I’ll talk to her for you”

*walks over to person*

“ummmmmmmmmmmm okay I don’t know wtf to do”

You don’t even remember what your own room looks like

You spend the night at his house literally every night

Your parents are starting to wonder if you’re even their child bc they never see you

introverts unite let me tell you

“Wanna get lunch with me after school?”

“….. Nah, sorry, we’ve got plans”

Really the plans were to just make popcorn and mess around 

And the person who invited you out sees on whatever social media that you’re really just laying around in pajamas doing absolutely nothing and they’re like ?????????????

Sometimes friends or parents or aunts :’) try and get you two to go outside and see actual other people and the world

And within two minutes you guys have climbed back in through the window and whoops now you’ve started a movie and everyone knows once you start a movie you can’t stop it

You tutor each other and since you’ve become friends your grades have gone so far up?

Honestly it’s one of those friendships where y’all can just sit in silence and it’s comfortable and you love it

:’)))))))))))))))))))))))))))

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[turning-dreams-into-chaos]

THIS WAS SO FLIPPING CUTE WITH THE WINGMEN MARAUDERS AND JAMES BEING AN ABSOLUTE NERVOUS SWEETHEART OMG!!!

Eyes for Her

James Potter x Reader

Marauders Era 

Word Count: ~2.5k

A/N: This is my submission for Millie’s ( @iliveiloveiwrite​ ) writing challenge! It took me some time to actually figure out the direction I wanted to take, but I think I found it and I hope you guys like it! I’m a sucker for a girl that can throw James Potter off his game ;) Feel free to like, comment, reblog, give me a follow! Even send an ask! (My next works will be the requests sitting in my inbox). Feedback always welcome! Happy Reading <3<3

Prompts: (bolded in text)

5. “Are you hitting on me?” “Only for the last year or so but thanks for noticing.”

8. “This is the part where you ask me out and I say yes.”

*Not my GIF! Credits to the owner 

They were friends. They were friends, right? Y/N knew that James existed, she was close with Sirius, so she was around all the Marauders a lot. James wouldn’t say that they were close - exactly. See, James Potter was always charming and smooth talking, especially with the girls in his year, but when it came to Y/N Y/L/N, he was tongue tied. Every. Single. Time.

There was just something about her that shut him down when she was around. He could barely get a coherent sentence out. She was just so beautiful and smart and had the ear of everyone the moment she opened her mouth to speak. Honestly, she could give James a run for his money. She could honestly take his spot in the Marauders and they wouldn’t even notice. Well, he did beat her in one area. He was a notorious ladies man. He’d flirt with them, charm them, but never actually date them because he only had eyes for her. James, recently, had been flirting with other girls more and more as a sort of practice for talking to Y/N. It hadn’t worked up to this point as it was already 6th year.

The other Marauders had noticed James struggle with this over the years and he was not living it down.

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[honeydukesaesthetics-blog]

May I request a male character ship from HP,please? I'm 5'6,very skinny,I have dark hair and very blue eyes! I'm a pretty quiet/shy person,I don't usually talk much unless I'm very comfortable around you...I'm a kind person as long as you don't make me mad..I tend to worry a lot and overthink everything..I love the company of others as long as I'm comfortable around them! I'm also very protective of those I love..:)

You didn’t include your house, but I’m going to ship you with Remus Lupin.

I think that the two of you would make a great match because both of you might be a bit of a worry-wart, but you could cancel out all of the negativity when you’re together. In the beginning, Remus might see you in the corridor and be instantly attracted to your bright blue eyes. He would confide in his friends, the marauders, and immediately have 3 wingmen! This might be a bit intimidating for you though, being quiet and shy, and it will work out much better when he finally approaches you without the others, and maybe the two of you grab a butterbeer in Hogsmeade and get to know each other. Soon enough you would find out about his werewolf secret, but he would know you’d do anything to help him, even if that means staying away for a while, no matter how much you miss him. Eventually you’d get to know the rest of the Marauders’ gang and fit in perfectly! You and Remus would be everyone’s OTP because you’re both so protective of each other and so comfortable together :)

(what a cutie)

Hope you liked it xo

[wisteria-cherry]

Hello! Hope you’re doing well! Could I request a story for your mauraders collection where they all go to Hogsmeade and make excuses to be separated so Sirius and reader are left alone?

(you sly girl/gay/they. absolutely.)

in which the marauders are your wingmen

it was easy to get lost in hogsmeade, but the marauders were a tight-knit group; they stayed together no matter what. or so you thought.

during one particular trip to hogsmeade, you were walking in a particularly odd formation. you were walking next to sirius, and the other three boys were walking together up ahead. usually, it was remus with you. granted, you just as well could have been overthinking things— they were teenage boys, after all, they don’t think much about things like who they’re walking next to. really, they don’t think about much of anything.

“y’know, moony, you and i haven’t spent any time together,” james announced loudly, throwing his arm around remus’ shoulder (which took some effort, as james was the third-tallest and remus was the first-tallest).

“i suppose we ought to change that.” remus replied. “what do you suggest we do?”

“we ought to go to zonko’s, don’t you think?” up ahead, you could see james grinning widely as he looked up at remus.

“i think that’s a fine idea.”

“off we get, then!” james announced, abruptly changing course, causing peter to run into remus by mistake.

“i’m coming!” peter announced, scurrying after the two.

“that was… weird.” you remark as you and sirius keep walking. you wrap your scarf around yourself tighter; it was snowing and somewhat windy, and very cold.

“sure was.” sirius looked back at where the three boys had disappeared. he grinned widely before looking back at you. “someone’s a little chilly. fancy a butterbeer? it’s just up ahead.”

“yes please.” you reply, teeth chattering, walking closer to sirius so your shoulders touched. sirius ran hot, and you intended to exploit this. upon noticing your scheme to get warm, sirius shed his robe and draped it around your shoulders.

“wait, but you’ll be cold,” you protest, beginning to take the robe off, but sirius’ big hands set themselves firmly on your shoulders.

“no you don’t. i’m alright, dove, you just get warm now. the three broomstick’s right up ahead.” sirius replied, snickering as you gave him a look.

you and sirius were mostly quiet on the walk, probably because you were busy trying to stay warm and sirius, whose arm had been tossed casually around your shoulders, seemed busy looking high-and-mighty as per usual, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. once you got inside, though, it was nearly impossible to stay quiet— a warm atmosphere with dozens of witches and wizards eagerly chatting was impossible to resist.

���you go on and get warm, right, love?” sirius pulled a chair out for you— a table for two, right by the fire.

“should we get a bigger table for when the others return?” you ask, hesitant to sit down, pulling sirius’ robe tighter around your shoulders.

“no need.” sirius shrugged, taking his robe off your shoulders and setting it on the back of your chair. “we don’t know when they’re coming— if they’re coming— and we don’t want to take up a big table all by ourselves, now, do we?”

“i suppose not.” you sit down, and sirius pushes you in before tousling your hair affectionately, going up to the bar to get your butterbeers.

“oh, you’re here!” you look up to see none other than lily evans, love of james’ life.

“lily.” you smile, and she smiles back, taking your hands in hers, sitting down across from you.

“so, you and sirius are finally on a date, are you?” she asked.

“what?” you blink, and lily immediately retracts her words.

“wait, you aren’t? i’m sorry, i assumed that you were since it was just you two here. he doesn’t usually hang out with anyone without the boys, you know.” lily tilted her head thoughtfully.

“… you’re not wrong.” you narrow your eyes, looking at sirius, who was delightedly making small-talk with the bartender. he looked back at you, seeing your expression and immediately giving you a mischievous grin. lily noticed the way you two exchanged looks and gave you a look of her own, pointed and unamused.

“you didn’t even realize, did you?”

“not til now, i didn’t.” you reply, equally as unamused as lily.

“evans!” sirius greeted jovially as he returned to the table. “i would’ve gotten you one if i knew you were joining us, but this lovely lady has priority, i’m afraid.”

“black, did the others ditch us on purpose?” you demand, slipping your hands out of lily’s to cross your arms over your chest, raising an eyebrow.

“whatever do you mean, darling?” sirius grinned boyishly.

“you know exactly what i mean.”

“don’t play dumb, black.” lily chimed in. sirius only shrugged, butterbeers in hand.

“okay, so maybe i did tell prongs and moony to spend some time together, but wormtail was completely on his own.” sirius admitted, not a drop of guilt in his voice.

“because you knew he’d follow james.” you retort.

“obviously.” sirius’ grin widened as he set the drinks down. “you can’t possibly think it was a coincidence, can you?”

“i did until lily here enlightened me.” you sigh. sirius laughed.

“you’re adorable.”

“and you’re incorrigible.” you respond. you turn to lily. “care to join us?” you smiled somewhat smugly.

“wait, wha-“ sirius protested before getting cut off by lily, who shared your haughty expression.

“why, i’d love to. allow me to pull up a chair, won’t you?” lily stood up and left to fetch a chair from a table that wasn’t in use and sirius sat down in disbelief.

“how could you do that to me?” sirius exclaimed. “cockblocked by my own best mate’s crush!”

“you’re evil, you know that?” you sip your butterbeer. “positively evil. you deserve every bit of what you’re getting.”

“not fair!” sirius pouted, slouching in his chair as lily returned with her own.

“i’ve got one.” she announced, plopping down in the seat in between you and sirius.

“since there are only two butterbeers, would you like to split mine?” you offer with a smile, and sirius groans.

“of course.” lily giggled. “how romantic, no?”

“how very.”

[blitheringmcgonagall]

hi mia you icon!!! x Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

@clarewashere you dote!! Thank you so much love, you are a ⭐️ 🥰❤️

1. We Can Be Heroes - (T), multichapter, canon (AU end), complete, 316K.

My favourite fic, canon Jily and Wolfstar with a happy ending from the Prank to Hallowe’en 1981. So happy that a lot of people are reading this atm!!

2. A Little Risk (T), multichapter, drama, muggle AU, WIP, 87K.

I’m really enjoying writing this murder mystery set in England in 1938 with Detective Inspector Remus Lupin, Private Investigator Lily Evans, Dr James Potter and Sirius Black, Duke of Grimmauld. Anti- fascist Fic, on second last chapter..

3. Prongs, What Did You Do? (T), complete, fluff, hogwarts, 4K.

Sirius wants to make Jily happen and James wants to make Wolfstar happen. Neither couple look like they will ever get together, so they both independently decide to take matters into their own hands, like good Wingmen... oh deer

4. Boys Don’t Cry - (T), multichapter, canon, complete, 30K.

A fic explaining how The Prank happened… why did Sirius tell Snape about the Whomping Willow? I liked that the focus is mostly on friendships -marauders, marauders and Lily, Lily and Sneep (prequel to we can be heroes)

5. BLAME - (no rating), multichapter WIP, canon AU, 13K.

A Marauders What If...?

What if James had been blamed for the Prank?

What if he got expelled at the end of Fifth Year?

What if there was never a Lily Evans and James Potter, Head Boy and Head Girl? If they parted enemies, if they never got together in their final year in Hogwarts? What if the marauders lost James? What then?

I’m enjoying writing this but it’s pretty angsty😬

[blitheringmcgonagall]

Do you have a master list of your fics?

I keep meaning to do one, but I don’t! So thank you! I’ll do it here and pin it.

We Can Be Heroes canon marauders fic, from 6th year till 31st Oct 1981, with a happy ending... my favourite

A Little Risk my current WIP, an anti-fascist, murder mystery marauders AU - Remus is a Jewish detective in 1930s England, the Duke of Grimmauld is murdered and he is asked to investigate, Lily Evans as P.I. joins the case. Doctor Potter and the Duke’s eldest son are suspects. Who is the murderer??

Maybe I Waited Too Long - A Marauders Medical AU -  Dr. James Potter and Dr. Sirius Black had gotten their lives and careers back on track after the nightmare that followed the collapse of Slytherin Pharmaceuticals, and moved abroad to work in Dublin to get away from painful memories. But they find themselves confronted by their past, their lost loves and arch enemies.

Prongs, What Did You Do? Sirius wants to make Jily happen and James wants to make Wolfstar happen. Neither couple look like they will ever get together, so they both independently decide to take matters into their own hands, like good Wingmen... 

Evans Strikes Back (one shot) Sirius burst out laughing.“Touché, darling,” he said. “Although I think that I fit the part of Han Solo so much better than Prongsie here?”His grey eyes sparkled as he winked at Lily.“Well, obviously,” said Lily, matter-of-factly, popping a handful of crisps into her mouth.“Huh?” said James, looking between them in horror. “That’s… that’s so not true!”

All Too Well Prompt: Wolfstar angst - Snape gives Sirius an ultimatum.

Have Yourself a Merry Little Wolfnoote James and Harry make Wolfstar happen... very fluffy!

The Very End the canon marauders ending/ 31st October 1981 ... ugh, in three parts: Jily, Sirius POV and Remus POV - very bloody tragic

Nah, He Didn't Lily talks to a cute black dog about James Potter... fluffy BlackEvans

The End of a Serene Quarantine (aka: Why The Hell Did Lockdown Have To End) Wolfstar get together fluff

Birthday Blues Sirius turns 60! Wolfstar fluff

The Last Laugh James is embarrassed, friends make it worse and then better

Minding Harry babysitting fluff

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