Hi! I somehow still get notifications on this account, which I think is so sweet. Something I started doing out of love for writing and these characters has stuck with me for almost 6 years. Just thinking about it warms my heart. And I still recognize names that were reading my works when I first started writing!
I’m not sure where I wanted to go with this, aside from telling you all that I now write professionally! I’m not pumping out novels or anything, but I did what I wanted to do when I started writing on this account—I made writing my job.
All this to say that if you ever feel silly about writing (or even reading) fanfiction, remember that you are doing it because you love it. Writing is something you have to practice, and I firmly believe that without this account I never would have been able to do what I do now.
I can’t read my old work without cringing out of my skin, but I will always appreciate it (as well as every one of you) for making me fall deeper in love with writing.
Hey! I have an idea for a Remus x fem!reader. They volunteer to babysit Neville and Harry(both James, Lily and Frank, Alice are ok) and kids try to set them up, get them to play games like Reader being a princess who they have to rescue and Remus - the knight, who has to kiss her (smth like Sleeping Beauty).
true love’s kiss
notes: if you can’t tell, i love writing dialogue.
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Laughter filled the Potter household as James hoisted his son, Harry, and the Longbottom’s boy, Neville onto his shoulders. Harry threw his fists into the air, obviously used to his father’s antics. Neville gripped onto James’ arm and held on for his life.
“Potter and Longbottom have done it again! The quidditch cup goes to Gryffindor! The crowd goes wild,” he yells, bouncing up and down as if he were celebrating a big win from back in his quidditch days.
“Inside voice, James Potter,” Lily remarked, entering the room with her purse in hand and James’ coat thrown over her shoulder. He groaned and rolled his eyes playfully. “Fine.”
The boys giggled as James pretended to drop them and quietly mimicked the loud murmur of a crowd.
Lily plopped her stuff down on the table and turned to Alice, who was making sure Neville had everything he needed in his bag.
“Okay, I’ve got all my stuff, Frank is laying out the boys’ pajamas, James cast a protective spell on the house, I think we’re good to go!” She turned to look at the clock on the wall. “Remus should be here any minute now.”
“Uncle Moony!” Harry cheered, having overheard his mom’s conversation. “He’ll give us lots of chocolate. Just don’t tell my mom,” he informed Neville who nodded his head eagerly, pretending to zip his lips shut.
Alice turned to Lily with a confused look on her face as she queried, “You asked Remus to babysit?”
James walked towards the pair and grabbed his coat from Lily, kissing her cheek. “Well yeah Alice, leaving them with Sirius would be as good as leaving them alone.”
“It’s not that, I just thought I was supposed to find someone to watch them. Y/n is on her way.”
“Aunt Y/n!” both the young boys cheered. They couldn’t believe their luck at having two babysitters instead of one. Alice, on the other hand, was not as pleased with her mess up. She brought her hands up and covered her face as her cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
“Hey, it’s not a big deal. Two for the price of one,” James joked, slipping his coat on. He paused momentarily. “Except we’re not paying them, right?”
"We might have to pay Y/n if Remus loads them up with sugar," Frank chuckled, entering the room and throwing his arm around his wife’s shoulder.
“Maybe the boys can play matchmaker,” Lily raised her eyebrows and smirked. “Give them that little push they need.”
“The one they’ve needed since third year?” Alice adds. A knock at the door had everyone’s heads turning. James turned to walk toward the door, but the boys beat him to it.
“We’ll get it!” Neville exclaimed, racing Harry to the door. They opened it and you scooped them up immediately, playfully tickling them.
“How are my favorite boys in the whole world?” you asked, pinching their cheeks which earned a groan from both of them.
“You better not let Moony hear you say that. He might get jealous,” James teased. You rolled your eyes at James and set the boys down. You had just stepped foot in his house and he was already teasing you about your crush.
“Well it’s a good thing he’s not here, isn’t it?”
Lily and Frank looked at you apologetically, Frank sucking in through his teeth. James and Alice shared a similar expression of holding back laughter.
Your face dropped. “What did you do?”
James grabbed you and pulled you into the kitchen, Lily following suit. “So there may have been a wee bit of confusion on our part,” Lily starts to explain.
“No no no, this is a good thing!” James started, attempting to keep the situation strictly positive. He gripped your shoulders and looked into your eyes as if he was about to give you a pep talk. “You get to be alone with Remus for a whole afternoon. When was the last time you two were alone together?”
Lily was about to chime in that they would be watching his son, not alone, when there was a knock at the door.
“There’s your Moony,” James teased. He smoothed out your hair, jokingly making sure you looked good for Remus. He had known about your little crush since third year, but he still acted as if it were a big deal.
“You see him all the time Y/n. Just act like you always do around him,” Lily rubbed your shoulder comfortingly, then exited the kitchen to greet the second babysitter. You turned to follow her but stopped momentarily to punch James in the arm.
Lily opened the door for Remus who kissed her on the cheek. “Where’s the little tyke? Haven’t seen him all week,” he moved into the living room looking for Harry but was met with another familiar face.
He straightened up at the sight of you, his features softening slightly as a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “I didn’t know you were fifth wheeling with these guys tonight,” he joked, butterflies filling his stomach as you laughed at him.
“I’m not. They’ve started a babysitters' club and were the only two members.”
Remus looked between the two couples who just shrugged at him.
“Do you four not communicate?” Remus scolded playfully. Hearing his voice, Harry ran into the room and jumped into his arms. Remus threw him in the air and you couldn’t help but smile.
“You’re lucky I like Remus,” you quipped. “Had it been someone else, I would’ve gone straight back out that door.”
James snuck a quick look at Remus and wiggled his eyebrows. He walked towards him and took Harry, all the while leaning in to whisper in his ear teasingly “She said she likes youuuu.”
Had James not been holding his son, Remus would have shoved him.
“I’m sorry you guys, I’ve just been so scatterbrained lately,” Lily apologized, kissing both of your cheeks in passing as she headed to the table to grab her purse.
You both reassured Lily that it was okay and both couples were ushered out of the door by their excited children.
“We love you, Harry, behave!”
“Mind your manners, Neville!”
The boys shut the door behind their parents and turned to each other. Neville winked at Harry in a way that looked a lot more like an exaggerated scrunch of his face. Harry nodded and scurried back into the living room, Neville a few steps behind him.
“Aunt Y/n, will you read to us?” Harry begged. Neville assisted by giving you the cutest pleading eyes you had ever seen. And although they looked adorable, you couldn’t help but think they were up to something.
You shot Remus a confused smile at the boy's behavior. He just shrugged his shoulders and chuckled. “Of course, she will. You boys go pick out a book.”
You giggled as they scurried away towards Harry’s room. You turned to Remus, who was already looking your way, a soft smile on his face. A blush ran up his face as he averted eye contact and rubbed the back of his neck.
“I can go make them a snack while you read,” he pointed his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the kitchen. He wanted to stay and listen to your pretty voice, but he was discouraged at the idea of you catching him staring again.
“What? You don’t want to stay and hear me read the story they pick?” you pouted playfully.
Remus bit back a smile, pretending that he was having to think about it. On cue, the boys came running back in with their choice of book and settled on the couch beside you. They looked expectantly at Remus.
“Well, make room for me.” You met his eyes and smiled brightly at his statement. You grabbed the book from Harry’s little hands.
“Hmm, Sleeping Beauty. This is a very good pick.”
Harry and Neville snuggled into either side of you as you read. Remus observed the way you animatedly told the story. The way your lips moved with each word had him in a trance. It reminded him of how he used to sit in the library, hopelessly watching you study with a lovesick smile. He closed his eyes and imagined what it would be like if you read to him—just him.
Before he knew it, he was being shaken out of his trance by two eager little boys. The story was over and they needed something else to entertain them.
“Uncle Moony, will you please be the prince? Please please please?” Harry begged, holding his hands together in front of his face. Remus couldn’t help but scoff, seeing so much of his father in him. He looked at you for help as to what exactly they were asking him.
You giggle at the boys. “They want to play knights, Remus. They need a prince,” you playfully cleared up his confusion. He smiled at you and turned back to the boys.
“Oh, I see now,” he nodded his head in understanding. “And why do I have to be the prince?”
Harry and Neville shared a look as if the question was absurd. Remus could sense them growing impatient, so he stood up and allowed them to drag him away. He turned back to you and playfully mouthed ‘help’. You giggled and he couldn’t help the feeling of pride that came along with making you laugh.
Harry stopped and ran back towards you. He stood on his tiptoes and cupped his hand to the side of his mouth. You leaned down and craned your neck for him to whisper in your ear, a skill he hadn’t quite honed yet. “You’re the princess. Pretend to be in a deep sleep like Aurora.”
You pulled away and Remus held back a laugh as you wiped your ear. You mouthed an ‘OK’ and he ran back towards Remus to drag him away.
Once alone, you couldn’t help but ponder Remus’ question about having to be the prince. He was always like a prince to you. A blush creeps up your neck as you recall all the books you read about princes, and how you pictured them as Remus every time. The longer you thought about it, you realized that you pictured him as the love interest in every book you read.
You could hear them rustling around upstairs in Harry’s bedroom. You imagined how Remus looked playing along with them. How the sleeves of his sweater were pushed up. The way his eyes would crinkle as he laughed along with the boys. How soft his voice would get comforting them if they got hurt.
It got quiet for a moment, and you almost stood up to go check on them. Suddenly, there were three sets of footsteps running down the stairs. You quickly laid down and shut your eyes, trying to hold back a smile.
The ‘knights’ rushed in and kneeled at your side. Remus stayed back, standing in the doorway. His chest rose and fell in a soft sigh as he studied your ‘sleeping’ figure. He took advantage of the situation and allowed his eyes to linger. He noticed the corners of your mouth twitch and he felt his stomach do a flip.
Neville put his hand to your forehead to ‘check your pulse’, to which you could hear Remus softly blow air out of his nose. He moved from the doorway to kneel beside them whispering, “If only we had read a book that told us what to do to wake her up.”
“A kiss!” Neville exclaimed, earning a harsh shush from Harry. Neville giggled and whispered the same words again. Remus ruffled his hair and nodded down at the boy.
“That’s a good idea, Sir Neville. Try it and see if it works.”
You couldn’t help but smile at the soft voice Remus used with the boys. You always admired how the marauders played with Harry, but there was something extra special about the way Remus did it. He was so gentle and encouraging with them.
Neville began to lean in to kiss your cheek but was stopped by Harry’s small hand on his lips. He shot Neville a look that reminded Remus so much of the one Lily gave James when he says something stupid.
“True loves' kiss, Sir Neville! Remember?” he asked, the last word spoken through gritted teeth as if he was conveying something secret. Neville's face changed to one of understanding, before scooting over and making room. Harry turned to his beloved uncle Moony,
Remus’ eyes widened and his cheeks flushed immediately. His first thought was how much he wanted to, but his second was how much he couldn’t kiss you right now. Not while he’s playing pretend. This scenario had played out in his head over a thousand times and none of them involved children.
Remus shook his head and went to stand up, but Harry grabbed his hand. “But you’re the prince! You have to save the princess!”
You opened one eye and could visibly see how nervous poor Remus was. Since he had the boys’ attention, you took the opportunity to reach for his hand. He startled at the touch, then relaxed when your eyes met. You nodded at him softly as if to tell him it’s okay, just play along.
And you had meant that he could just pretend to kiss you. You figured he didn’t want to and was uncomfortable at the thought. That was not how Remus understood it. Remus took your actions as an okay to kiss you.
He blushed and squeezed between the two boys who were watching in anticipation. He leaned down so that his face was hovering over yours, and you felt his hair fall against your cheek.
Before you could start acting, you felt his lips graze the corner of your mouth. Your eyes snapped open as the younger boys both cheered. Remus pulled back suddenly and looked down at you horrified. Had you not wanted him to kiss you? You brought your hand up to touch the place his lips just had.
Before Remus could see your face break out into a smile, he abruptly stood. “Tell Y/n goodnight,” he stated, turning away from you and waiting. Both boys kissed your cheeks and followed Remus up to Harry’s room.
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Remus entered the kitchen to see you sitting on the counter drinking out of a mug. You offered him one, but she shook his head. He didn’t want it to throw him off the apology he had just rehearsed over and over.
“I’m so sorry Y/n,” he started, running a stressed hand through his hair. “I don’t know why I thought that was okay. I clearly misinterpreted what you meant and I hope you can forgive me.”
“Mus,” you called softly. He turned to you, making eye contact for the first time since the kiss. “Come here.”
He walked towards you slowly, as if he were a scared animal. The smile you gave him has the crease between his eyebrows relaxing. You motioned for him to come closer. He listened to you and slotted himself between your legs.
You slowly moved your hand to the back of his neck, lightly running your fingers through his hair—something you had wanted to do since you felt it against your cheek earlier. The other hand rested on his broad shoulder. He leaned down and placed his head in the crook of your neck to hide his blush.
“If I didn’t want you to kiss me, I would have stopped the game.”
You felt Remus nod against your neck, his eyelashes tickling your skin. He places his hands on your waist, rubbing his thumbs slowly against the fabric of your sweater. He retracted his head from your neck, choosing instead to lean against your forehead.
“Can I do it again?” he whispered shakily. You could feel his breath against your lips as he looked at you with pleading eyes. You bit your lip and nodded. His hands tightened on your waist as he eagerly crashed his lips against yours. You tugged on his soft strands and he groaned against your lips, pulling you flush against him.
He pulled away with a sigh, keeping his eyes closed and resting his forehead against yours. He started laughing and you were brought back to reality. Your face grew hot and you removed your hands from his hair.
“What?” you pulled back to get a better look at him. He opened his eyes and shook his head, unable to control his laughter.
“Remus, what?” you whined. He brought his hands up to cup your face and kissed you softly again. This kiss was much shorter, but you felt the same amount of butterflies in your stomach.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”
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"They kissed? Blimey, you exceeded my expectations kid," chuckled Sirius, handing Harry the new toy motorbike he had promised him for playing matchmaker.
“8 years. We tried to set them up for 8 years and my son does it in an afternoon.”
“Remus just kiss meeee,” you beg your boyfriend who was currently withholding kisses in the name of education. He just tsked at you and continued flicking through the notecards in his hand.
“Not until you get a question right.”
“We’ve been at this for hours Mus. I’m a lost cause. Just give up and kiss me already!”
Remus scoffs “We’ve hardly been at it for 30 minutes love. Besides, what kind of tutor would I be if I gave up on you, hm?
You pout and sink further into the bed. “I hope you don’t do this with everyone you tutor.”
Remus chuckles and finally tears his eyes away from the questions. “Just the ones who really need the extra help,” he quips, wiggling his eyebrows at you.
You shove his shoulder and sit up. You turn so your body is facing him and prepare for a question.
“Okay, I’m gonna get this one. I feel it.”
Remus glances at you and then back at the cards, finally picking one he feels suitable to ask you. You think he’ll pick an easy one—he has to want a kiss too, right?
He shows you the front side of his flash card with some ancient runes scribbled across it in his messy handwriting. “What does this spell do?”
He studies your face as you study the writing. He smiles softly at your furrowed eyebrows. Any other time he would kiss the space between them, but he’s having far too much fun teasing you.
You finally come to a conclusion, albeit not a very confident one. You peak up at Remus and answer while crossing your fingers.
Remus bites his lip to contain his smile. He sets the card down and cups your cheeks in his hands. You grow giddy with anticipation as he leans in.
You scoot closer and lean forward, giving him a better angle. You place your hand on Remus’ thigh and close your eyes. His breath ghosts against your lips as he pauses.
“So close,” he whispers, pulling back and flipping the card around.
“Remus Lupin!” you grab a pillow from behind you and wack him with it, not even caring to check the card for the correct answer. Remus laughs loudly and blocks his face with his hands as you continue hitting him.
“You got it wrong! Hey! I was just trying to give you some-Ow!-encouragement!”
Remus grabs the pillow as you’re hitting him and tries to yank it away, pulling you with it. You fall on top of him in a fit of giggles. He looks up at you with so much love and smiles softly, pushing your hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear.
You bring a hand up to the nape of Remus’ neck, playing with the soft tufts of hair. He closes his eyes in content and lets out a relaxed exhale. He leans up to meet your lips in a long awaited kiss.
When he is met with nothing but air, he peaks one eye open to see you looking down at him with a shit eating grin on your face.
“I didn’t answer a question correctly Remmy,” you tease, trying your best not to laugh. “What kind of tutor would you be if you gave up on me?”
Remus narrows his eyes at you and flips you over so he is on top.
“What spell opens locked doors?”
You giggle and roll your eyes. “That’s way too easy Mus.”
He whines and nudges his nose against yours. “Just answer the question.” You feel content knowing that he is just as needy as you are, so you decide to give in.
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you whisper, “Alohamora.”
He wastes no time crashing his lips against yours.
I JUST YELLED OUT WHEN I SAW YOU POSTED 😭😭😭 you are my fav marauders era writer on the entire app and i literally reread your entire masterlist once a month while giggling and kicking my feet 😭😭😭 welcome back omg i hope you are doing so well
SHUT UP YOU ARE SO SWEET <333 i’m gonna cry :,) i missed writing so much and i really hope that this writing kick doesn’t go away lol. send in requests omg !!!
Hcs for James obsessing and babying the reader when she gets the littlest of cuts and bruises? Like he freaks out if he maybe accidentally shuts the door on her finger? Or when she bangs her foot on something?
this has been in my drafts since i was 17. i am now 21. are these even still popular y’all please give me reassurance. i missed it here sm
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- oh my this sweet boy
- he would constantly baby you
- but when you’re hurt? 10x more so
- and if HE was the one that hurt you? he treats you like an actual breakable object
- let’s say you’re reading in the common room one night before james is back from detention
- and he comes in and you’re so entranced in your book that you don’t even notice him
- he was expecting hugs and kisses when he came in
- so of course his ego gets bruised
- and it’s the stupid books fault
- so he grabs your book
- which gets your attention
- and that’s all he ever wants
- of course he’s not going to give you your book back if it makes you pay attention to him (duh)
- he holds it above his head, switches hands, pretends like he threw it, the whole nine yards
- you get a little too close to stealing it back, so he takes off upstairs
- and you take off after him
- but he doesn’t realize how close you are
- in order to buy him some time, he slams the door behind him
- right onto your finger
- you let out the loudest yelp
- because that shit hurted
- and it is easily the saddest thing james has ever heard
- he freezes at first
- he turns around so slowly
- because he still has hopes it wasn’t your voice
- but when he sees you clutching your hand with tears streaming down your face, he’s by your side in .2 seconds
- he hugs you so carefully it would be funny if this 6’ jock hadn’t just slammed your finger in a door
- repeats over and over again how sorry he is and how it was an accident
- forehead kiss after forehead kiss
- picks you up and carries you to the bed
- sets you down on his lap and pulls you close
- with the softest voice he can muster, he ask you “can i see it”
- he looks at it, and if your finger wasn’t throbbing in pain you would think he was the injured one
- he looks so sad
- he brings your hand to his lips and places gentle kisses on your finger
- it stops hurting after a few minutes, but james isn’t having it
- quidditch has him pretty used to getting his finger jammed, so he’s confident in playing doctor
- he carries you around as if you need your finger to walk
- refuses to let you pick anything up
- insists on getting you an ice pack that you do not need
- it melts on his bed and makes for a nice surprise when he lays down that night
- your pain goes away after like 10 minutes—james is sulking for the next 3 business days
- anytime someone asks why your finger is bruised he physically deflates
- because he did it :(
- and he feels so guilty when you just tell them you slammed it in a door
- because he did it :(((( how could he hurt you???
oh my goodness guys i can’t believe it’s already been two years since i started this blog! time flies. i’ve made so many friends along the way, and to everyone that’s dropped a like, comment or reblog, thank you. every notification puts a smile on my face.
in all honesty, 2020 has been shit. i’ve been stuck at home for months during lockdown, and with exams coming up, i am very stressed.
however, this community has been incredible this year.
the amount of content people keep putting out- not to mention the quality of it all?
whether it be crying over the mandalorian or simping over pedro pascal, i’ve done it on tumblr, and interacting with you guys makes my day.
here’s to the end of 2020, and the start of endless comedies about this rotting dog shit of a year.
tagging @jamesmydeer who has been there for me so much this year. love you bro.
oh my goodness i’m just now seeing this :((( i love you bub! happy 2 years to you!!!! you make this community a better place lovie :) you deserve nothing but the best <3
+ if you are following me and not @jamesdeerest , we have a problem. fix it ;)
hi i just wanted to say your james hcs are literally the only things keeping a smile on my face. i can’t count how many times i’ve re-read them. you are incredible at making me fall deeper and deeper in love with james potter. hope you’re having a lovely day!
aaahhhh this is so sweet!!! thank you so much lovie <3 that makes me so happy; james is my favorite to write for, so i’m glad you enjoy the writing i get to do for him! i hope your day is absolutely amazing!!!
advanced happy birthday love! 💙 is it okay if you write an hc where reader keeps avoiding james because he did/said something wrong?
notes: thank you so much lovie!! i hope you enjoy it!!
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- he would be so clueless
- this boy is the dalai lama of being oblivious
- if he does something wrong, you have to spell it out for him
- has zero boundaries when it comes to teasing
- and obviously he takes it a little too far sometimes
- so one day, you’re in the common room with the other marauders
- and you’re just sitting there, listening to their conversation
- you grab james’ hand because you’re getting a little bored
- and james doesn’t think anything about it
- but he notices sirius is darting his eyes towards your interlocked hands
- so obviously james has to make a snide remark about it before he does
“can’t keep your hands off me can you?”
- it was meaningless joke
- but the marauders all laughed
- so you got embarrassed
- and you pull your hand away from james and stay quiet the rest of the time you’re there
- then, when it’s time for you to go to bed, he doesn’t volunteer to walk you
- which is not a very james like thing to do
- so it makes you think
- are you clingy?
- so obviously you get in your own head and convince yourself james needs space
- so the next morning at breakfast, you don’t sit next to him
- which does not please mr. potter
- he keeps trying to get your attention during class
- he figures out you’re trying to ignore him when he comes up to your desk and your partner gives him more attention than you do
- he keeps pestering you to talk to him
- finally, you start to get aggravated at him
- because you’ll have him know that this is his fault
“what, james?”
- yep, you called him james
- sad boi hours
- now he knows you’re really serious
- trudges back to his seat
- because that broke his wittle heart
- he tries to figure out what he did to deserve this
- asks sirius
- which is a mistake
“i don’t know dude, probably her time of the month. right remus?”
“remus, don’t throw books at sirius. we’ve been over this.”
- he has a game the next day
- and he’s terrified that he won’t play good
- because his mind isn’t on quidditch
- and he doesn’t know if you’ll show
- but when he takes the field and sees you in the crowd, his heart swells
- you give him a thumbs up and mouth goodluck
- but after the game, you don’t wait for him like you usually do
- so james sets out to find you
- when he does, he walks up to you and throws his arms around you
“please give me attention”
- and you do, to an extent
- you tell him he played good and give him a kiss on the cheek
- but that is not enough for james
- so he finally just asks you what’s bothering you
- was that so hard james?
- and you tell him that you’re trying not to be so clingy
- and this boys heart breaks in half
- because he doesn’t think you’re clingy
- if anything, he’s clingy
- looks at you with the fondest smile ever
- he reaches up and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, and rests his hands on either side of your face
- kisses your forehead
- reassures you that he loves you and your attention more than anything
- and he makes sure to walk you back to your common room
- so many i love you’s and stolen kisses
- all while making you give him a play by play of the game from your perspective,because he’s not positive that you were giving his quidditch expertise the attention it deserves
hello all you lovely people, i hope you’re having a great day/night! tomorrow is my birthday, and i thought i could celebrate by writing some headcanons for you sweethearts. so, send in requests and i’ll write them :)) <3
