๑ winter’s only pretty when you’re warm. // s.o.b.
๑ stop flirting with the nurse, it’s embarrassing. // j.f.p.
๑ will you marry me? // r.j.l.
๑ is this seat taken? // marauders
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hello darlings! you can call me noelle, she/her, 23, ravenclaw, aquarius, intp. {asks are under the tag daydreams}
!disclaimer: published and future works may include themes not appropriate for minors. i am not responsible for your media consumption so please be mindful of the tags!
!disclaimer these aren’t poly!marauders, but stories in the same universe—mainly headcanons. also peter isn’t in this bc i don’t really see him as a romantic interest, if that makes sense? i only write what i want to read - i personally don’t read any peter fics, so why would i write some? (but i do try and include him whenever i can in one shots
i can’t find the time to properly write this but i keep thinking of james - who can’t keep still enough to study for the upcoming exams - procrastinating and unmotivated. the only way you could really get him to focus is by sitting on his cock. he’d whine and beg and rut up to your pussy trying to chase his release— holding you tight by the waist, not even holding his quill anymore or reading, like he was supposed to. his head buried into your neck, licking and biting, and then groaning near your ear with warm puffs as he pants please baby, please and i’ll be good for you and fuck, you feel so good and so fucking tight but you don’t move, you don’t give in, even if you desperately wanted to — this was for his own good. and once he’d finally settle, accepting you won’t give in, and started to actually put in the effort, you’d squeeze him or you’d slowly pump his cock as a reward for every right answer.
tags: james potter x reader,, sirius black x reader,, remus lupin x reader,, headcanon,, so soft
a/n: been super inactive!! so i offer this as peace offering <3
james would purposefully find seats meant for for one person. eagerly pulling you to follow him and plop down, patting his thighs. you’d look at him, eyebrows raised in question and he’d just offer a boyish smile, perfect dimples denting his cheeks. he’d spread his legs, pull you into him and sit you on one of his muscled thighs. he would keep a hand around your waist and the other intertwined with yours. he’d make you lean into him a bit more, only to pepper you with light kisses all over your jaw and neck. of course you’d wish to sit on a proper chair once in a while, and when you had said this out loud, he had gasped, utterly offended.
sirius would be sitting on a bench, he would have his legs on either side of the seat — straddling it as he faces you, his legs barricading you in place. his knees and the warmth of thighs firmly against your knees and bum. he’d be leaning to the table, an elbow prompt up supporting his head. while his other hand would be tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, exposing your pretty neck. he’d run his knuckle over the smooth skin and he’s just stare. looking at you and softly smiling. then you would you would offer him bites of your meal, kissing his lips each time he takes a bite.
remus would sit on the couch, grab your hand and slowly guide you to stand between his spread knees. he would kiss your hand, littering little kisses all over your wrist and forearms and the inside of your elbow, as he slowly let your arms rest on his shoulders. as he leans forward to hug your thighs close to his chest. he’d nuzzle your tummy, breathe in your scent - somehow always calming his nerves. you’d bury your hand in his hair, run your fingers through it and rub his scalp. he’d open his eyes, not knowing he’d close them and look up at you, sighing, looking content.
I ABSOLUTELY LOVE how you depic the marauders 😭😭 I binged your entire page for the last 2 days and I desperately need more bae. Do you have a set schedule for when you post? (Please most more headcanons oml I thrive off of them)
im writing a couple of fics rn; working on a request, series fic, and two more headcannons i’m working on. planning to finish the request first!! so i am slumped. thank you, im glad you liked it 🫶🏻🫶🏻
do you think you’d be willing to write how the marauders react to you hugging them out of nowhere (and you aren’t dating?)
oh, hello there.
you hug the marauders.
tags: james potter x reader,, sirius black x reader,, remus lupin x reader,, headcanon,, fluff,,
a/n: thank you for the request anon! look at me being active again lol
james would definitely be surprised, like jumping-out-of-his-skin surprised. as he is the more affectionate between the two of you. he would probably freeze up at first before relaxing once realizing it was just you. and then freezing up again because oh my god it’s you. and you’re hugging him and you look so cute and feel so tiny behind him, and so warm and why haven’t you been doing this the whole time? all of his suave, gone the instant your arms would wrap around his waist. a bumbling, blushing mess—that you fail to see, too busy burrowing your face into the curve of his back, hiding your own flush, trying your damn hardest to hold him as tight as you could. he’d try to twist around in your grasp, his big warm hands going over yours to try and loosen your hold. he’d want to turn around and hug you properly, to wrap his own arms around you, to pull you in and just engross himself to your touch. to the feel of your body against him. but you refuse to relinquish your hold on him, worried he might feel your warming cheeks or the erratic thumps in your chest.
sirius wouldn’t know what to do at first, arms raised like he’s afraid of touching you wrong. but then he would see your squished cheeks against his chest, he would see your eyes closed and the calm deep breaths you take that prickles his neck. if you two hadn’t been standing, he would’ve thought you had fallen asleep with how still and calm you looked. slowly he would lower his arms, tentatively resting his hand on your shoulder, and when you don’t move or open your eyes, he wraps it around you too. his hold getting tighter and firmer around you. he would whisper a question of whether or not you’re okay, or what had happened to solicit a hug so suddenly. you would just say, nothing jus’ wanted a hug. and he could feel his chest feel a little bit full, his heart a little bit bigger. he thinks if this is what hugs always felt like, then he was seriously missing out. though he has an inkling of feeling that no other hugs from anyone else can feel this good and comforting.
remus being everyone’s favourite leaning post, he had grown accustomed to the casual and abrupt touches of his friends and housemates. although he wasn’t the type to initiate said touches nor is he the type to reciprocate it. but for you? his response is almost automatic. you would walk over to him and hug him for whatever reason, and automatically his arm would wrap around your shoulders and gently squeeze you back. hugging him from behind? he would reach behind and pull you even further into his back and keep you there until he feels you pull away. hugging him from the side? he would rest his arm over your shoulder and keep you there. others would notice this exception and relentlessly tease him for it. but it wouldn’t ever be enough to deter him from touching you back—from holding you close, because why would it? when all their teasing only holds the truth. it doesn’t matter if he expects the hug or not, he would always hug you back. because he likes when you touch him just as much as he likes to touch you.
tags: james potter x reader,, sirius black x reader,, remus lupin x reader,, fluffy,, headcannon
james is the type of hugger that engulfs your entire torso. your face smushed into his chest, one of his arms around your waist, his warm calloused hand splayed over your back, almost covering it entirely. his other hand at the back of your nape, softly cradling the base of your head into his chest or his neck and just holding you there. you would feel how warm he is, how hard his chest is, his thumb caressing your jaw, the soft rubbing behind your back, you can smell his cologne, his soap—so close and so engulfed in his arms you can almost taste him. just james covering you with his entire body. because james hugs you like how he loves you, with his entire being.
sirius is not much of a hugger. he’s the one arm-slaps-your-shoulder-kinda guy or the rest-my-arm-around-your-shoulders-like-we’re-bros type. but on the rare times that he does hug you, he’s a full koala. if you were wearing a jacket, he would open it up and just put both of his arms around your waist. his head bent down to the crook of your neck, nosing the juncture of neck and shoulder. you would feel him breathe you in deep, you would feel him slightly squeeze you tight, like he can’t help himself, like simply hugging you close isn’t enough, he needs to be under your skin and just hold you. he doesn’t always want to hug you often but that doesn’t mean he loves any less.
remus wouldn’t hug you in public, he feels awkward about pda, but in the comfort of your home? he would definitely be the type to engulf you when hugging. his long arms around your shoulders. resting his cheek on top of your head, and breathing in your shampoo. he also has the tendency to sway you while hugging, like a soft little dance each time he hugs you. sometimes you can even hear him humming a song under his breath. you would feel him pepper light kisses all over your hair and temples and just rubbing his cheek on your head. hugging for him is intimate enough that it’s reserved just for the two of you.
tags: james potter x gn!reader,, sirius black x gn!reader,, remus lupin x gn!reader,, headcannon,, fluffy,, self indulgent
james would absolutely forget where you are, who you’re with, and what you’re doing whenever he even thinks about kissing you. kissing you is his absolute favourite past time. with his eyes closed, he would slowly rub the tip of his nose all over your face. softly, gently, nuzzling your nose, your cheeks, your temples and your jaw, slowly breathing you in. until you’re nothing but a smiling and giddy besotted fool. he would rub his cheeks over yours, feeling every inch of your face just as you would feel his light stubble, his warm breath, and the light brush of his lips over your cheeks as he softly smiles. the entire act before the actual kiss just as intimate and soft and just as toe curling, making you feel like you’re melting. and when he finally does kiss you, it would be soft, and open, and warm, and amazing, your head cradled in his hands—breathing each other in.
sirius will make an absolute show of kissing you. he would grab your hips with one hand—connecting your front with his. he would look at you, a smirk pulling at his pink lips, while his other hand runs through his inky silken hair. his eyes shining with intensity and giddy mirth before tipping you backwards. his face inches away from yours but he wouldn’t kiss you yet, no, he would let the roars and hollers of the spectators reach your ears first. and then he would wait for some type of abashed consent from you. before finally, planting a soft, chaste kiss on your lips. when he pulls away, he would look into your eyes and smile all gentle and loving, no trace of that playful intensity. and then he would kiss you again, and again, and again. each one slower and more intense than the last. he wouldn’t stop until you say so, even when his arms begin to cramp.
remus would push your hair out of your face first. gently tucking locks behind your ears, and smoothing the back of your hair. he would run his fingers over your temples, down to the sides of your cheeks to your jaw and neck—so agonizingly slow. following each angle and line, looking at his own fingers trailing over your skin, as if it was the first time he’s seen it. as if he had to memorize you first. when he kisses you, it would start out slow, tentative, like it was the first time, like he would gladly spend the rest of his remaining time kissing you if he could. then slowly gaining momentum once you open your mouth. his tongue licking your teeth, your mouth and your lips. swallowing each breath and groan and moan coming out of your mouth.
Can you do a Sirius x reader where the reader goes to visit him in Azkaban
winter’s only pretty when you’re warm.
tags: sirius black x gn!reader,, soft angst,, azkaban,, ambiguous ending,, mention of yn,, short around 1k wc or so
a/n: thank you for the request,,, i hope you like it anon! <3
“jus’ hand over your wand, empty pockets, that’s it—“ the security, if you can even call him that, was a lanky, gaunt-looking man. he looked to not even bother to weigh your wand before stashing it away and waving you off. though you imagine, there’s hardly any need for him anyway, no one would even dare to step foot in this place.
the stone walls, dusty and narrow. the windows, hardly even considered as such for how small it was, was unreasonably high. like they don’t even want the inmates gazing at the sky. there was no light fixtures in place, except for the small weak fires lining up the hallway.
you hear the howling winds outside, and waves crashing against the the building, the silent echoes of groans, the crying pleas and the manic laughter deep inside the building.
the doors slammed open by the rough winds of the sea. you jumped, whirling to look at the source of the sound, fingers circling around your absent and locked up wand. an occupational hazard, moody calls it. you unclench your fingers, stretching out the tension.
you asked, no, begged dumbledore to do this. to be the one to talk to him, at least once.
the guard called over another, barking out, we have a visitor. as if it was a joke.
it could be. rarely anyone gets granted visits to azkaban, but dumbledore isn’t just anyone. you even had the absolute pleasure of getting bloody tips on where to go and what to say and who to say it to.
it was another guard, a familiar man that once worked for the dmle, though you fail to remember his name.
“i’m here for—”
he clicked his tongue, “i know who,” standing up with a groan and adjusting his trousers, “not like we have a line-up of visitors shceduled in this charming place. follow me then.”
elevators don’ work, always malfunctionin’, someone almost died last year, if you could believe it. ministry didn’t want to be liable so they jus’ removed it. didn’t even think of the older employees working here those bastards, the familiar man ranted.
on a regular day, strangers talking to you would have been your nightmare come to life, but you’ve come to appreciate the noise in your ears rather than the raging heartbeat echoing in your chest.
as you go further, raising floor up to floor, the colder it got, the more unsettled you feel. for once, it wasn’t because of the dementors that caused the chills down your spine but something greyer and darker than they are.
he led you to a room, locking it as he says wait, off to fetch him.
you stare at the scraped up table, the scruffs and scorch marks on the walls. wondering what must’ve happened from past visits before.
you pick at the skin around your nails, biting and ripping, until the red bead of blood seeps out.
the metal door creaks open, murmurs of warning exchanged between prisoner and guard, and then all you can see is grey and dark.
his sunken eyes, holding the once vibrant grey eyes that have now gone dull and misty. the dark luscious waves now in knots and matted down. he looked so different but he brightens up all the same once he sees you.
he runs to you, engulfing you in a hug. one that you know he needs more than anything. you see the guard reach for his wand and you stop him with a shake of your head, assuring that it was fine. he reluctantly nods and leaves you two alone.
you hear sirius take a deep breath in the crook of your neck as he clutches unto you for dear life. “angel, i di-didn’t—“ he sobbed, arms tightening as he did so, “i would have n-never, i would never betray james like that. you believe me, don’t you? please say you believe me. please say.” his voice cracking, body shaking like a damn leaf. he felt so cold, shaking in thin, shabby looking clothes.
you slowly raised your arms around his waist, hugging him back.
“i believe you,” you whispered, offering mere words as a consolation for losing everything, he cries harder. “shh. sirius. i’m here, i believe you,” you breathed, repeating this like a mantra, as he hugs you more and more into his chest. one of his hand smoothing out your hair at the back of your head and the other firmly wrapped around your waist.
the way he hugged you, and looked at you hadn’t changed, why should anything else?
you stay like this until he resembled the warm heat of a living person. sitting in front of each other but clutching each other’s hands. you struggle as you remove your, his, jacket but you did, placing it on his shoulders right after. hoping the heat from your use, can warm him just a bit more before the inevitable arrives.
“i c-can’t believe they let you be here.” he breathed, voice rasping like it was the first he’s used it in weeks. it probably is, you imagine dementors to be rather dull conventionalists.
“they had to,” you laugh bitterly, imagining the loud protests from the order, when you requested a visit. “else i would have never stopped. i had to come see you no matter what.” you look at him, dirtied and thin. chest clenching and something heavy dropping into your stomach as you gulp, “i should’ve come sooner, if i had known—“
he softly smiled, grey eyes looking so tired but actively roaming around your face, as if memorizing every minute detail. every blemish, mark, scar, mole and line. like it was the last time “no, this is perfect. i didn’t even think i could see you—“ he looked down at your hand completely engulf by his, an overtly misplaced fond smile on his still handsome face, “let alone touch you.” raising your hand to his cold lips as if to emphasize his point.
you dragged your chair over to him, clutching at his arms, pulling him to you—hugging him once more, unable to look at him as you bury your face to his shoulder. it hurt seeing him so happy here, of all places, just for the mere fact that he got to hold your hand.
resting your head on his shoulder, and him nuzzling your hair, taking deep breaths in. as if hoping your smell can somehow be engrave into his brain before the inevitable.
it was easy to forget where you were, being with him like this, but the distant moans and screams was just as easy to hear.
running your tongue over your dried bitten lips, knowing of the time and the limit set. “i don’t how to get you out, sirius,” you sniffled, clutching his dirty and muddy clothes. “they won’t listen to reason-”
he whispers back to you, face still buried into your hair, “because they’re afraid, angel.”
“they have nothing to be afraid of,” you scoff. “you don’t deserve to be here. you’ve done nothing wrong.”
“haven’t i?” he laughs, “i mean it was my idea—“
you shook your head, “don’t. you thought of it as a strategy, a damn good one if that. it was him. he was the one who couldn’t be trusted. it isn’t on you.”
“but i trusted the wrong person—“
“that doesn’t make you responsible for his actions, i don’t even want to—“ taking a deep breath, calming yourself down, “i just want to focus finding a way to set you free—“
“jus’ you here is fine,”
you frown, pulling away from him to look at him in the eyes. grey still misty, still dark.
“why do you sound like you’re just giving up.”
not a question. an accusation, a soft one—a disbelieving one.
he reaches to you. rough hands on your cheeks that used to be so soft, sullied after a year. “because it wouldn’t matter, james is gone, lily is gone, pete—“
“i’m not.” you cut in, smothering the rage at even hearing the traitor’s name. “remus either.” you steered your voice to be firm, “and harry, we’re still here waiting for you.”
conversation became quieter after that. less important, less imposing, more normal. like you were in your flat rather than a cell. in front of a comfy fire, rather than the howling sea winds and cold chills of the floating spirits around you.
chatting in the living room, talking about your day and the plans for the week after a hearty dinner.
hands, arms and even ankles twisted and tangled with each other. needing nothing else but to melt and meld with one another, never to part.
but then the inevitable, the door clanking and creaking open, indicating the end.
you pull each other, hugging fiercely just like the first.
sirius kissing your neck and cheek and forehead and nose and mouth. whispering promises, you don’t know if he’ll be able to keep.
he wasn’t shivering now, all warmed up and looking content but this offered no peace of mind knowing what he has to come back to. how sensitive he is to the cold.
he was escorted back to his cell, a lingering look sent to you as he goes, and each step he takes away from you makes you feel a little colder, a little more frustrated and a little more hopeless.
sooner than you’d like, you were already going down again, your jacket warmed by him hanging off your shoulders.
you get your wand and your portkey and leave.
the portkey beeps, counting down the seconds before it activates, as a trickle of snow softly fall down from the sky. snowflakes catching into your sleeves, beautiful shapes and designs in each one. the howling winds, cold and strong, but warmed by your jacket, you can hardly feel it. then you think of the thin, shivering, man holding your heart, trapped in the tower. with his cold lips and tired grey eyes.
it’s hard to act cool if james’ beautiful, hot nurse can hear his heart rate.
tags: james potter x gn!reader,, modern au,, hospitals,, nurse!reader,, remus pov,, melodramatic sirius and peter,, fluffy,, crack(?),, short around 1.3k wc,, no mentions of y/n
a/n: contrary to the title, there are no flirting just james being awkward lol,, i have no idea about the process of how vital checking goes sorry,, finding photos for this probably took longer than writing the fic itself rip.
it is to be noted that remus, resignedly, accepted it was only a matter of time before james got hospitalized for his recklessness.
now, with sirius and peter on either side of him, they wait for james to gain consciousness from his surgical procedure. it was a minor one, hardly one that needed 24/7 surveillance that sirius begged him to be a part of nor is the blubbering phone call from peter about james dying. the doctors even said he could be discharged the same day, if he woke up within the hour or so.
but remus is nothing but a people-pleaser. so, he stayed to watch over james as sirius requested and comforted peter that their loud, obnoxious (/fond) friend will wake up soon.
the room ridiculously quiet, a word rarely used as an adjective if they were involved, but it was. the only sound in the room, is the constant slow stream of the heart monitor and james’ soft breathing. remus can attribute this peace that the unnecessarily frantic and ballistic duo has now gone to sleep on the hospital’s stiff couch.
your head poked in first through the curtain before offering the gentlest smile and a silent request for you to come closer. you had been nothing but kind and attentive, to the point you were somewhat spoiling his overdramatic friends and their bemoaning about death and pain.
acknowledging their concerns with facts, reassurances, and empathic smiles. though he couldn’t miss the twitch of your lips as you try and stop, what remus imagines is a bellowing laughter at their dramatic reactions over james’ “demise.” not that remus blames you if you did let out a little laugh, it was getting theatric for a simple, small, and successful surgery. but he understands that professionalism comes first, such reactions might not be appropriate.
“well, everything seems fine here. your friend should be waking up anytime soon, if he does, don’t hesitate to ring us over so we can have him checked and he can be discharged. but before i leave the room, do you want me to do anything for you, any questions or concerns?” you say, voice gentle and firm
“no, we’re good, thank you.”
you nodded and gave a pretty smile, “okay then.”
you adjusted the curtain to close it fully, giving a stirring james and the sleeping visitors some privacy.
it wasn’t long before james woke up, groaning and stretching as if he had just been napping. albeit, a little delirious still, from the anesthesia no doubt.
he had opened his eyes now, unnaturally drooping and hazed, remus reached over and thwacked sirius and peter on their heads, “james’ awake.” he hums, giving nothing but an innocent looking smile as they glare for their rude awakening.
any sort of complaints from the smack quickly died out when they saw james, crowding over him and hugging him as if he’s been gone for 3 years and not 3 hours.
peter grabs james’ hands and recounts his experience of how he heard the news (from a text). at the same time with sirius exclaiming,
“oh, i’m so relieved you’re alright!” sirius cries, cradling james’ head to his chest, nuzzling through the knotted mass of curls to which remus only rolls his eyes at the theatrics of it all.
leaving remus no choice but to call you back into their section and have him checked for the last time.
“i’m fine,” james rasps, giving a sleepy smile and sluggishly patting both of the melodramatic thespians as comfort.
he looked fine, his hair no doubt knotted, his lips cracked dry but still rosy-cheeked.
when you arrived, sirius and peter have behaved themselves to sit down on the chair beside james’ bed. you slid the curtains fully, letting the light into their area. the fluorescent lights behind your head creating a soft halo as you kindly smile at james.
he looked to be stuck in a dazed trance. eyes still drooping but wider than when he first woke up, mouth slightly open, and body seemed to be frozen in place.
at first, remus thought of this due to the lingering effects of anesthetics but heard james’ heart rate steadily increase in speed.
the beeping machine seemingly louder now than before.
“hello, james. how are you feeling?” you hum, walking to go near him to do your routine check up.
the beeping seem to have picked up in speed as you neared his bed.
remus looked to the others to see if they noticed. the three of them, doing their best to cover their mouths to muffle their laughter.
“..’m fine..” james mumbled, starry-eyed gaze stuck to your face as you check his file and vitals.
“no pain? or headaches? any discomfort?” you ask, jotting down notes.
“jus’ perfect. ” he said, sounding a bit breathless.
the beeping was just going incrementally faster, the nearer you go to him.
you look at the monitor, face looking confused and worried all the same. “is it okay if i touch you? i’m just going to check on something really quick.”
the beeping stops for 2 whole seconds before continuing its raging beats. by now the three boys are having a field day, face red from the silent laughter and disbelief.
his heart literally skipped a beat, what even is this guy really? remus amusedly thinks to himself.
james couldn’t seem to say anything but give a measly nod. you grab your stethoscope, and listened to his raging heartbeat to see if anything was wrong. but james’ heart rate just seemed to have gained more momentum as you gently place your hand on his shoulder.
you move away, and slowly the heart rate slowed down, but still fast enough that you looked at him in slight concern.
“your heart rates a bit fast,” you noted, looking straight at him.
james’, oh sweet james, cheeks bloomed a glowing red and bashfully looked down.
you wrapped the stethoscope around your neck again and gave him a sweet, reassuring smile, “but other than that, everything looks to be in order. i’ll bring over the papers you have to sign and then you guys are free to go.”
when you finally walked away, james heart rate seemed to slow down to the normal speed once more. lolling his head to the side, as he groans in utter embarrassment and self-loathing.
“what is wrong with me?” he groans, cheeks still aflame.
sirius smirks, “your usual weakness to utter babes, that’s what.”
“your heart was going so fast i thought it was going to pop.” peter gushed laughing.
james playing with his starchy blanket, muttering lowly, “you think the pretty nurse heard that?”
the boys snorts out a laugh,
“i think the whole bloody hospital heard it mate,” remus cackled.
you came into view again, attending to another patient checking their vitals. offering the same kind of glowwy smile you gave them not a minute ago.
and because james just loves torturing himself, his gaze lands on you again. the same dazed look, body frozen but his eyes actively following your every move. the boys heard his heart rate—the beeping sounds picking up again.
this time sirius couldn’t stop his bark of laughter, causing you to look over them, curious.
your gaze connecting with james for a solid second.
they heard the monitor give another long pause before resuming its fast beeps. remus shook his head laughing, telling you not to worry.
you give remus a small nod, before looking over at his flustered friend, giving james a smaller, but somehow the sweetest smile you showed all day and abashedly looking away.
and james looking undeniably enamoured by your brief exchange. letting his tongue wet his dry lips as a giddy, rather boyish smile erupts from his face.
hopefully, this doesn’t give james more reason to be reckless and get himself admitted to the hospital more often. but if he does, at least it’ll be a funny story.
naurrrrr i literally love u stop this,, i don’t even read james but the championship series got me so hooked like arhhhh and kai randomly popping up out of nowhere?!? exo-ls really are everywhere!! i’ve been really good, just wanted to start up a convo with u hehe!
- patrophthia
ma’am i started reading lavender haze for you bc i ran out of things to read in your hp blog 😭 <33333
