#wizard fanfiction

[satin-velvet]

ೃ⁀➷ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝓅𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝒸𝑒 ⋆ ★ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝒾𝓏𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝓍 𝐹!𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 ೃ ( 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝟣 )

summary: you’ve been an apprentice under the great and terrible oz for awhile, trying to read the grimmerie. you’re focus on studying is faltering because of the person you expected least of all: the wizard himself.

note: i realized i had been typing all my stories in lowercase, as i usually do, but i went back and changed it to proper grammar so people are not offput by the all lowercase! part 3 of the other wizard story tonight or tmr! <3 if this plot seems a bit messy, that’s my fault! ill obviously go back and clean it up. just wanted to get something out today.

disclaimer: older man x younger woman, ill add as i go

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Moonlight poured through the large window behind you, the moon half obscured by the green curtains you had covered half the window with. A large stack of textbooks covered most available surface space, pages generously covered with notes and bookmarks. You paced the room back and forth, boots clicking on the hardwood as you mumbled the reading material to yourself in the darkness. Your wand, a beautiful gift from Madam Morrible, was gripped tightly in your free hand as you waved it around slowly. You had lost track of time, and the words were becoming barely legible at this point. Sleep seemed like too much of a luxury, not when you were on the cusp of magical proficiency. You were an all-powerful witch in the making, as so many had assured you.

“Theres great potential in you, dear. You must harness it properly.” Madame Morrible had said to you one evening. Whatever potential you had, it surely was playing hard to get. You’d tap into it soon. You closed the book with a soft thud, setting it on-top of another book near your desk. Using the moonlight for guidance, you made your way to a different stack of books. Dropping to your knees, you squinted as you read the titles on the spines. You needed something on.. well, it was hard to get your thoughts straight when your bed seemed to be calling you..

Shaking your head, you stood slowly, eyes half-lidded. A short trip to the library and back wouldn’t hurt. Then, you’d go straight to sleep. You smiled to yourself, the plan formulating in your head. Trudging your way to your door, you opened it with a light tug and stepped into the vast hallway that looked endless in the darkness. The palace was quite nice in the light, and the view was spectacular from your mini-apartment the wizard had made for you. Even better, it was a short walk from the library, and an even shorter walk from the wizard’s bedroom. He must be asleep, though you weren’t going to check.

Gently shutting your door behind you, you began walking. Your footsteps seemed louder with the echo that followed each step, and the darkness was alot colder than anticipated. The lights had been turned off, only the light streaming in from the window being able to guide you. Your hand found the wall, and you used it to keep you a little more stable. You weren’t sure how far you had gotten, but you were stopped by a familiar voice.

“Uh.. [name], is that you out here?” He asked, sleep evident in his tone.

You stopped walking, your heart skipping. “Yes, it’s me.. I need to go to the library.” You explained, willing your voice to steady. You could see him faintly in the moonlight, dressed in a silky green robe that was tied uncharacteristically loose and exposed a little of his chest. His hair was slightly ruffled, as if he had just woken up. “I need.. a few more books.”

“It’s very late. The library will be there come morning.” He assured, walking towards you.

“I just need to pick up one.. or two books, then I can have all the study materials I need for the morning.” You met him halfway, getting small whiffs of his rich cologne.

With an elegant wave of his hand, he seemed to dismiss your concerns entirely. “You should really get some rest. First thing in the morning, we can go to the library.” He placed a hand on the small of your back, and the touch, while small, still sent a shiver up your spine. There was no harm in waiting until the morning, you rationalized.

“You’ll walk me back to my room?” You muttered softly, allowing him to lead you back down the hall.

“Of course, dear.” He replied. The walk after was silent, but the quiet was more comforting than anything. The studying could wait, you supposed. What felt like seconds later, you were back at your door. Though he had removed his hand, the ghost of his touch still lingered. Perhaps it was the fatigue. Sighing, you looked back at him.

“I’ll be able to read the grimmerie soon, right?” You asked, your voice almost a whisper.

“Very soon. You’re making good.” He responded. The encouragement was nice to hear, but you still had some questions.

“How’d you do it? Did you have to study alot, too?” You didn’t know too much about how he read the grimmerie, but as his trusted apprentice, you figured you should know.

“It just.. came naturally to me. But it doesn’t for everyone.” He answered, almost too quickly. “You, however,” he gently cupped your face, “are almost there. Just be patient.”

You murmured something in agreement, completely distracted by him. Maybe it was the sleep you desperately needed, or how gentle his voice was..

“Now, goodnight. Get some rest.” He said, turning back down the hall. You watched him walk away, until you could barely see him in the darkness and his bedroom door shut behind him. You glanced at your bedroom door, reluctantly opening it and stepping inside. You sat on the edge of your bed, resting your elbows on your knees and resting your head in the palm of your hand. Your face felt warm still, and you sighed. You would feel better immediately after getting some rest, and you couldn’t be exhausted tomorrow if you were going to do more studying. You hastily removed your shoes, pulling back your plush green covers and getting under them. You closed your eyes, taking deep breaths as you willed sleep to come to you.

🕰️ . *. ⋆ part 2 soon!

[outromoony]

Me when the slow burn is slow burning

[tortonin]

love thinking about how wicked is fr just the college au fanfic that made it

[paper-hug]

WADING IN WAIST HIGH WATER

Remus in a nutshell. 🧡

I adoooreee this fic. Seriously. It's lovely.

fic by @colgatebluemintygel

We all know this meme. It just fits him too perfectly, not to draw it...✨

Anyway, I hope you like it. 💌

Instagram: @_paperhug_ 🧡

#wadinginwaistwater #remuslupin=chaos #siriusissmitten

[veethebeequeen]

Me looking through AO3: ughhh I need to find a fic to read

My 62 open AO3 tabs: 👁️👄👁️

[propussyslayer]

Flight attendant: Please make sure all your small items are secured.

Sirius: Do you feel safe, buddy?

Regulus: I will murder you

[not-rab]

this with jily BUT james ends up falling in love with the therapist (*cough* regulus)

[melstinybrain]

james: regulus, do you want to get coffee sometime, maybe?

regulus: uh- ye- yeah!?

james: great! um- after school?

regulus: yeah, after is- wait. you do mean that in a gay way, right?

james: yes, in a gay way.

regulus: full homo?

james: a full homosexual coffee date.

[ecstarry]

regulus cutting his hair shorter for the first time and james just an absolute stuttering fucking mess because god he cant even believe how someone could ever look that hot let alone wrap his head around the fact that he’s the one who gets to be with regulus

[satin-velvet]

˚ · . 𝒲𝒾𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝒾𝓏𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝓍 𝐹!𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 ( 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝟣 )

summary: distraught after you lose your best friend, elphaba, your intense emotions awaken something new inside you, and Moribble is quick to notice.

note: moribble and oscar are a manipulative duo in this..this was teetering on the edge of wizard x reader x moribble. might change it.. or do some oneshot with it. i just wanted to write an evil oscar and write some moribble. i hope it’s okay. this is only the first part so it’ll pick up and get better as it goes!

disclaimer: older man x younger woman, maybe problematic plot.. idk.. ill take it down if so <3, manipulation, distressed reader, slowburn, evil wizard/moribble

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The world around you seem to still as Elphaba, your best friend, rode off into the sunset. You felt almost helpless watching her go, wondering if and when she’d come back. You could’ve went with her, you should’ve, but.. you two barely got to say goodbye before the guards attempted to seize you two. Madame Moribble, sensing your plight, rubbed small circles on your back to try and console you. You knew Elphaba was not wicked; she was the farthest from it. The most kind-hearted person you knew. You thought Madame Moribble had known it too, saw how much Elphaba cared for animals and others, even when the world had not been kind to her.

The guards around the roof began to turn back, stepping over the broken glass and scattered debris. Your eyes began to sting, tears pricking the corners. You kept looking at the sky, searching for anything that might be her. You didn’t even know where she was going.. certainly not back to Shiz. You placed a hand over your chest, quietly sniffling. Madame Moribble carefully wrapped her arms around you in a hug, pulling away after a few seconds.

“Wh.. I have to go find her.” You murmured, sadness blanketing your tone. A quiet rattle around you mildly distracted you for a moment, but you ignored it. “This.. this can all be talked out.” The noise became louder.

“Deary..” Moribble began, her voice trailing off as her gaze shifted to something else.

“I’ll talk to her, and convince.. her..” you sobbed, covering your face with your hands. The rattling grew louder, akin to glass tapping on a hard surface. A shattering sound broke through your haze, and you looked up, following Moribble’s gaze behind you at the ground. It was just glass and debris, some destroyed and others intact in smaller pieces. “Wh.. what is it?” You asked, meekly.

“How remarkable.” With a hand on your shoulder, she gave you a soft smile. “It seems I’ve judged you too quickly. Come, we must head back to the palace at once.” Without waiting for your answer, she lead you towards the shattered window as you two stepped through it carefully. You wanted to go home; back to Shiz, where you and Elphaba had met. Things would be okay again, no wicked witch, no emerald city.. you missed when it was just a distant dream you two fantasied about. The reality made your heart ache much more. Tears streamed down your cheeks, blurring your vision and wetting your face. You’d try to wipe the tears away, but the effort was futile. It seemed your sadness couldn’t be wiped away.

The walk seemed longer than it was, each step almost involuntary. By the time you looked up, you two were in a new room completely. Papers had been scattered around the floor, the balcony doors to the side open a crack as if they had been closed in a haste. It was dark, but you could faintly make out the wizard in all the midnight. You noticed there was a maid or two stood near the fireplace, attempting to rouse flames once again. Without electricity, that was all there was to rely on. Moribble left your side to speak with the wizard, their voices hushed as they turned away from you. Your palm brushed your face again, and you crouched down to pick up some of the debris that had scattered, placing it in a neat pile near a corner. The maids, by now, had successfully brought the fire back to life, the timber crackling as golden light caressed the room. You wondered what Moribble had been so distracted by; there was nobody else there, and you hadn’t noticed anything strange.

As you stood idly, the wizard and Moribble had wrapped their conversation up, and walked over to you. Trying to compose yourself, you took a few quick breaths and wiped your face again.

“It’s been such a rough night for you, i’m sure.” Moribble said, her voice pitying. “We couldn’t possibly send you out on your own tonight.”

“Yep. And, uh, there’s a lovely guest room in the palace you can have.” The wizard followed, adjusting the lapels of his suit. “It’s all yours.”

You sniffled, taking in their words. Atleast they could see you were hurting; it was nice of them to offer. You could collect your bearings tonight, then head back to Shiz tomorrow. You wanted to go to sleep, too, and wake up with this all being a dream. Everything would be normal. Just one more night in the Emerald City. “Okay, then..” you acquiesced.

“Wonderful.” The wizard nodded, glancing at Moribble.

Moribble smiled at you, like any other answer would be unacceptable. “You’ll need all the rest you can get. Please, don’t worry about Elphaba.”

“Don’t worry about her at all,” he chimed in, placing a firm hand on your shoulder, “If it’d make you real happy, we’ll find her.. and, you know, get her back here.” There was something a little darker in his tone, but you brushed it off in favor of believing them. Of course they meant no harm, these two wouldn’t hurt Elphaba.

“Please.” You nodded, a small smile gracing your lips. “She’s not wicked.. she just really cares for the animals, she—“

“Let’s get you to bed.” Moribble interrupted, raising a calm hand which instantly silenced you. She placed a hand on the small of your back, walking by your side. The wizard followed, falling into step next to you. You felt grateful they were letting you have a room; you didn’t want to face the Emerald City alone, or do much of anything. Tomorrow, you could head towards the western sky, walking and traveling until you found where Elphaba went too. It was the only way, unless she came back herself. By now, the palace had been dimly lit by candles the staff had placed around. The air was chilly, biting at any exposed skin you had.

The wizard and Moribble were talking to eachother, but you barely registered what they were saying. You hoped the hurt in your heart wouldn’t be forever. Elphaba was out there, and you’d find her, and talk to the wizard about the animals. She didn’t give him a chance to explain himself.. he wasn’t hurting the animals, neither was Madame Moribble. Maybe there was a chance to talk it out.

Before long, you had arrived at a door. Moribble pushed it open, revealing a spacious, but a little empty, bedroom. You three stepped inside, though you were a little more hesitant.

“Dear, if you have anything from Shiz you’d like to be brought here..” Moribble turned to you, ushering you further into the room.

“Oh no, I don’t.. know how long i’ll be here.” You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest. You moved over to the bed, sitting on the edge.

“Well, it’s always good to prepare ahead.” Moribble replied, glancing at the wizard. “It’s a little dangerous right now with the.. electricity situation.”

He nodded, turning to you. “It’ll be okay. It, uh..shouldn’t be too cold in here, so don’t worry about that. Staying here will be great. Especially when all the lights starts working..” He said, gesturing to the ceiling.

“Would you like a candle?” Moribble smiled, taking your hand in hers and gently patting it. “Extra blankets?”

You thought for a moment. You wanted your best friend back. “About Elphaba—“

“You should get some rest.” He interrupted, “There’ll be plenty of time to.. uh.. talk about her in the morning.”

“Plenty.” Moribble nodded, “Now, deary, just incase, i’ll have some of your clothes brought here.. and some of your study materials.” She listed, letting go of your hand. She turned back to the wizard, continuing the hushed conversation they were having before.

You sighed, listening with impassivity. You figured there was no use in arguing back. Looking behind you at the bed, the fluffed pillows and layered blankets seemed to call to you, promising rest without any of the pain that today brought.

“Goodnight, dear.” Moribble smiled, turning towards the door. The wizard followed, glancing at you one more time before leaving. The door clicked softly as it closed behind them, and the room fell into a quiescence. You stood, kicking off your shoes and pulling the cover back. When you woke up, things would just go back to normal. You’d be at Shiz, Elphaba would wake you up.. she would be okay. You’d both be okay. As you pulled the blankets over your shoulder, you relaxed your body as best you could and allowed the weight to settle over you. The darkness swallowed your surroundings, but it felt much-needed. You didn’t want any reminders of where you were, alone. You blinked quickly, fighting the tears pricking the corners of your eyes. A quiet sob escaped you, and almost immediately you heard a small crack in the nearby window.

You sat up, alarmed. You stared at the window, and it’s cracked surface stared back, as if questioning you on what had happened. There was no way someone threw something at it from this height. You pulled the blankets up to your face, laying back down and closing your eyes. That was tomorrow’s issue; one of many. Things would be fine. Everything would be okay.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ part 2 soon!

[outromoony]

Must I have career goals? Can I not simply read fanfiction?

[acry-4-help]

remus: why is the dorm a fucking disaster?!?

sirius: *shrugs* record players broken…

remus: what does that have to do with anything?!

sirius: *unbothered* no music, no cleaning

remus: *starts humming and picking things up*

sirius: *jumps up* oh i know that tune!! 🎶CH-CH-CH-CH-CHANGES!!!🎶 *immediately starts making his bed*

[ultravioletbrit]

“celebrate” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 432 words

“James?” Regulus asks nervously.

“Yes, love?”

“Do you… would you… I wanted…” Regulus fumbles over his words.

“Reg?” James puts his hand on Regulus’ bouncing knee and Regulus takes a deep breath.

“I didn’t know if maybe… if you wanted to do something… special on Friday?” Regulus forces the question out, trying not to sound as stupid as he feels.

“Oh…err… sure, if you want.” James looks a little confused. “Any particular reason you want to do something Friday?” James asks, and now Regulus feels really stupid.

This is Regulus’ longest relationship. He’s never made it to six months, and he didn’t know what to expect. Maybe six months isn’t as important as he thought. But it feels important to Regulus, and he just wanted to do a nice dinner or something. But now he feels stupid for even bringing it up.

“Err… no… erm…” Regulus shakes his head and stands up from the couch. “Never mind.” He mumbles and starts to walk away.

James catches his wrist and pulls him back down beside him.

“Hey, no. I just didn’t know if there was a reason you wanted to do something Friday?” James asks again.

“No. It’s stupid. Never mind.” Regulus tries to stand up again but of course, James doesn’t let him get far, pulling him even closer this time.

“We can definitely do something Friday.” James tells him, rubbing circles on the back of Regulus’ hands. “For our anniversary, right?” James asks.

Regulus shrugs pathetically, looking down at his lap. James lifts a hand to Regulus’ chin and tilts his head up.

“I was only curious if there was a reason you wanted to celebrate on Friday, that’s all.” James says sweetly.

“Erm… because it’s our anniversary?” Regulus says, confused because didn’t they just establish that?

“Our anniversary’s on Saturday.” James says simply.

“No. It’s Friday.” Regulus corrects him.

“No. It’s Saturday.” James says with a little chuckle.

“James, you asked me out on the 8th.” Regulus tells him.

“Yeah… but you didn’t say ‘yes’ until the 9th.”

“I… oh.” Is all Regulus can manage to say.

“Now,” James says and pulls Regulus onto his lap. “I have some surprises planned for Saturday, but we can absolutely celebrate on Friday also.”

“No. That’s stupid.” Regulus mumbles as he buries himself in James’ chest, hiding his face that is probably several shades of red.

“Nope. We’re doing it!” James says excitedly. “And I’m disappointed with myself that I didn’t think of it first. So…” James starts talking about what they should do on Friday and Regulus feels so stupidly happy as he cuddles impossibly closer to James.

[aurynsia]

Touch Tank

James Potter x Reader

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Summary: Your friends discover that you and James have finally done the deed…

Warnings: 18+ MATURE THEMES, oneshot, suggestive content, implied intimacy, virgin!james x virgin!reader, teasing, Sirius being Sirius, mild wolfstar content, reader is embarrassed about intimacy, and, of course, James Potter is good in bed.

Word count: 1.4K

Masterist

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James had pleaded for you to stay behind to study at Hogwarts during this week’s Hogsmeade trip, claiming he couldn’t pass his next exam without his pretty girlfriend by his side. You began working at James’ desk before moving to his floor…then to his bed.

He stared at you with pure longing as you transcribed notes from your textbook, his touch was soft against your shoulders as he kissed your skin. His attention had completely abandoned his own notes long ago, preferring to cover you in gentle kisses pressed to your back.

You couldn’t pretend to focus on your textbook any longer, closing it softly before sending it to the dorm room floor. You turned to face your breathless boyfriend, silently begging you with his big brown eyes.

The make out session that followed was more passionate than any other you two had shared, James gripping at your skin as he rocked his hips into yours.

“We can stop here if you want to,” he muttered breathlessly during a short break. The corners of your lips threatened to tilt into a flirtatious smirk as you softly pushed him backwards. James’ growing desperation was obvious, the boy grinning at you while flipping your bodies over, resting on top of you and making you squeal as his lips traveled down your exposed skin.

The events that followed left you naked and panting beneath his sheets, gazing up at the ceiling in a daze as your boyfriend nuzzled into your neck with a satisfied groan and a beaming smile.

He clutched your sides protectively, sighing as he pulled back to gaze at your flustered face, grinning at the result of his handy work. He kissed up and down your jaw, pausing for a second to admire the marks left by his desperate affection.

You were still reeling from the memory of moments ago, brain fuzzy from the overwhelming pleasure. I was sure the first time was meant to be bad… you thought to yourself. Finally, you noticed James’ lovesick gaze at your neck and collarbone, eyes wide as you realised what he was observing.

“Might have to cover these up before breakfast tomorrow, darling,” he smiled apologetically with sleep lacing his whispering voice, “I went a bit overboard, I’m sorry…” He nuzzled back into your neck with a bashful smile, drawing circles on your skin with his fingers.

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The next day was cold with the promise of impending rain, a perfect climate for inconspicuously slipping on a turtleneck under your uniform before leaving for breakfast with your roommates. You had always maintained a sense of privacy with James, reluctant to tell your friend group quite as much as they tell you about their romantic escapades.

Mary, Dorcas and Lily took their seats on one side of the Gryffindor table as you saved seats for the Marauders on the other. Breakfast was peaceful, the four of you making small talk and enjoying your food before the Great Hall doors opened to reveal the more obnoxious half of your group.

James was looking particularly confident, smiling wide with crinkled eyes and walking with a slight bounce in his step. The boys piled onto the bench next to you while James reached over your head to pluck a peach from the fruit bowl.

“Morning hot stuff,” James winked at you as he slid into the space between you and Sirius, lacing a hand along your back, around your torso and between your thighs. You glared at his cocky grin, face warming at the intimate contact. “What?” he whispered, feigning innocence, “my hands are cold.”

“Uh- Mary was just telling us about this muggle game,” you diverted, “what was it called again?” Mary lit up, returning to her rambling about a complicated board game involving houses and train stations.

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You were far gone by the time Mary caught the others up to speed, engrossed in the way James was breathing against your skin and holding you against his warm, muscular form.

He began to pull at your turtleneck ever so slightly, first at your stomach to rub soothing circles into your skin, then at your neck to peer at his masterpiece from the previous night. James pressed a soft kiss to the highest mark, causing you to shiver and stare intently at your breakfast to distract yourself.

By the time your boyfriend had removed himself from your skin, Mary had finished her explanation and all eyes were on the two of you.

Sirius furrowed his brows, gazing from James, to you, back to James, then to Remus. Remus watched your interaction curiously, eyes gliding down to where James’ hand met the inside of your upper thigh, a familiar symbol of lust he knew all too well from Sirius’ own actions under the table. The girls across from you glanced at each other, then at Peter, before Dorcas completed the circle of confused looks as she stared at Sirius, who finally broke the silence.

“So, Prongs…get much study done while we were out yesterday?” James’ lustful grin faltered as he finally acknowledged your friends’ presence for the first time that morning, turning away from you and towards his roommate.

“Uh- yeah, yeah we did actually! Totally prepared for the exam, Minnie will be praising me,” he pulled one of his hands away from your skin to the back of his neck, scratching in an awkward display of nervousness. His other hand traveled down your leg to rest on your knee, a far more common sight for the two of you. Sirius wasn’t convinced.

“Uh huh…and what’s that exam on again?” He smirked, looking you up and down as you gulped under his glare, “Anatomy?”

Dorcas choked on a laugh, dribbling juice in the process while the others muffled their amusement with their hands. James bit his lip, wincing at the realisation that he had been far too obvious with his intimate affection.

He turned back to you, seeing the bright red hue of your face and the embarrassed downturn of your head. He threw his arm around your middle in confident comfort. Your eyes were glued to a single berry on the edge of your plate.

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Your friends had released a long series of sounds of amusement, cheering in celebration at their recent discovery. “With the way James talks about you, love, I’m surprised he didn’t jump you on the first date!” Sirius cackled, causing James to crack a sympathetic smile in your direction before nuzzling into your neck once again.

“I think this makes us the most experienced group in the school now that you two lovesick dogs, have…you know…” Lily trailed off, “Wait, we are talking about these two losing their v-“

“Obviously!”

James had fully phased out the conversation, getting intoxicated on your scent as his held you close with eyes closed in satisfaction. You were warming up to the conversation now, brushing James’ mess of hair away from his mouth as you giggled at the excitement that erupted from your section of the table.

“So,” Sirius continued, leaning over to you with an obnoxiously loud whisper, “is Prongs good in bed?”

“Yes.”

“Sirius,” James whined, sitting up in the process, “don’t push her- wait, what did you say?” He spun around to face you with wide eyes as you smirked back at him. You were already knee deep in this conversation, it couldn’t hurt to boost your boyfriend’s ego and satisfy his recently discovered lust for praise.

“He’s amazing, in fact…boys, why don’t you go on another secret trip to Hogsmeade tonight? I’m sure you’ve already run out of chocolate, and James could probably do with a room to himself…” you teased in the direction of the remaining Marauders before spotting James’ glossy eyes and parted lips in your peripheral.

He clung tighter to your middle as Peter gazed at you with a confused frown. “But we went yesterday, we still have a lot of-“ he glanced at the others, all adorning knowing smirks. “Ohhhh…yeah, yeah we can do that.”

James turned to Peter with a bashful smile, mouthing a thank you that made the group burst out laughing once again.

Finally remembering their breakfast, your companions returned to cleaning their plates as James continued consuming his, kissing you along your jaw and resisting the urge to line you up on the table then and there. He bit into his peach suggestively, batting his lashes at you.

“No more PDA at the table, Jamie.”

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[propussyslayer]

sirius: so what do you do for a living

remus: i hunt and kill zombies

sirius: the fuck no you don't

remus: have you ever seen one?

sirius: no?

remus: then you are fucking welcome

[thelyinggrapevine]

The Marauders & Regulus out in town, enjoying the day...

Peter: Guys, where's Regulus? I don't see him anywhere.

Sirius: Eh, he'll make his way back eventually - he's like a cat in that regard.

Remus: I got this, no worries. *Deep breath* SIRIUS BLACK IS A SHIT BROTHER!

*Silence*

Sirius: Mooney, that's not gonna work, we're barely on speaking terms right now.

Remus: I have a back-up plan; JAMES POTTER IS WEIRD AND NOBODY LIKES HIM!

Regulus, getting closer the more he yells: HOW ABOUT YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP, PIECE OF SHIT?

Sirius: See, Mooney, I told you he wouldn't answer to mine.

Regulus, suddenly there now: No, I answered to yours, I was just too far away. Also, Remus? I will hit you if you say shit like that again about either of them, joke or not. I'm the only one who can talk shit about my brother, I don't care if you guys are dating. *crosses arms over chest*

Sirius, tearing up: Reg... OW-

Regulus, trying to hide his blush: Shut the fuck up.

James, leaning on Peter: Did you hear that, Pete?? He defended me!! That has to mean something, right?? Do you think he likes me? Oh, I hope so!!

Peter, rubbing in-between his eyes: James, he was literally sitting in your lap last night and letting you play with his hair. Not even Barty's allowed to do that anymore.

James, clueless: Yeah?

Peter: I do not get paid enough for this.