#marauders fluff

[starry-eyed-moony]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ honey, darling, baby | poly!marauders

pairing: poly!marauders x fem!reader

summary: sirius is jealous when he becomes the last of your boyfriends to receive an affectionate pet name

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ content: final year of hogwarts, fluff, hurt/comfort, jealous!sirius, sirius-centric imagine, kisses, happy ending

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Sirius wasn’t sure if he had the right to be pissed off at you, but he was. 

At first, it was okay. The entire situation had felt like an inside joke between him and James. When you’d created a pet name for Remus, the other two boys had laughed about their shared jealousy. James had teasingly congratulated Remus when you had left, who was more bashful than either of them had ever seen him. Every time you called Remus honey, a knowing glance was shared between the pair. 

Remus wasn’t oblivious to their anticipation. He noticed the way their eyes widened whenever they heard the pet name fall softly from your lips, or how their necks would snap in your direction, as if hoping you would be looking at one of them rather than him.

After three weeks, James acknowledged it. 

“What made you start calling Remus that, love?” James asked you late one evening, the four of you huddled around the Gryffindor common room, each wrapped up in your own tasks.

You glanced up from your crochet needles, the crease between your brows deepening. You hummed as if to get James to repeat himself, sticking one finger in the guide you’re following, but then you realised what he was asking you and you exhaled amusedly. 

“Because it suits him,” you smiled with a shrug. 

Before you could return to your attempted crochet, Remus wrapped an arm around you and kissed the side of your head hard. You giggled and leaned into him, nuzzling your back into his side. Despite the twinge of jealousy, Sirius’ heart melted at the sight of you both. He wished that he were small enough to fit in the tiny gap between your bodies. 

“So, if honey suits Moony, what do we suit, then?” James brought it up a few days later when they were in Potions class. You were working with Remus a few stations away, the two of you quietly chatting to one another as you expertly got on with the work Slughorn had assigned. 

Sirius was slightly startled by the question and paused from chopping his crow claw. “I’m definitely going to get darling.”

James snorted. “Right.”

Sirius shot him a look. “Why is it that Moony, who turns into a ten-foot beast every full moon, can be suited to honey, but I am unable to achieve darling status? Beautiful, doting old me? Am I not good enough? Not darling enough?”

James laughed harder and shoved Sirius with his elbow. They heard the sound of something dropping in liquid, and Sirius cursed when his cauldron started to make a hissing sound. 

“You made me drop the rest of the crow claw! That was way too much, you bastard!” Sirius huffed, but he was half-laughing anyway. 

“Fuck,” James hissed worriedly, and his eyes landed on Barty Crouch Jr and Evan Rosier’s unattended cauldron. Slughorn was drawing closer. They could hear him praising yours and Remus’ work. 

They both shared a knowing look as Sirius darted for the other cauldron, and that was the end of their previous conversation. 

Sirius figured that if he was going to be in a bit of pain, at least James was in it with him. They did like to do everything together, after all. It had been well over a month since Remus had adopted his new title, and no matter how much he told them to just tell you how they felt, Sirius couldn’t. 

He was fully aware that it was pathetic to want a pet name so badly that it sometimes hurt to hear you call Remus by anything other than his birth-given name. Besides, he wanted you to come up with one for him naturally, as you had done for Remus. 

He attempted to call you pet names even more, just to see if that would jog you along a little bit. It didn’t work. You smiled when he called you baby, but you wouldn’t say the word back. You hadn’t given him a variation of it. 

 James called him out for being a sneak, but Sirius reckoned that James didn’t care as much as he did. James wanted a nickname from you, of course he did, but Sirius doubted it was making James as antsy as it was him. James had always been a better sport than Sirius was. You’d think he was the one who had grown up with siblings, and that Sirius had been the only child, with how spoiled he acted.

It was a rainy Tuesday when James became your second boyfriend to gain a pet name, and Sirius became the last man standing. 

Hogwarts’ library had a busy thrum buzzing through it, students everywhere preparing for their end-of-year exams, and Sirius could have bet exactly where he would find you and Remus. James had one arm tucked around his broom, his hair damp from sweat and rain during his Quidditch practice, his other large hand on Sirius’ back, gently and subtly guiding him over to where he had seen you and Remus. 

You were sitting on one of the huge armchairs by the fire, in the very corner of the library. With a leg chucked over Remus’ thigh, your head was buried in a book, whilst Remus’ was tilted back against the sofa, his jumper-clad arms extended above his face, holding a notebook that he circled things in with a Muggle pen. 

Sirius nearly broke out into a grin at the sight of you two. James sped up, and quickly, they chucked their things down in the middle of the table. You shrieked, shooting James a scalding look when his broom landed on some of your parchment at the edge of the table. 

“James!” You complained and gritted your teeth when you were hushed by someone further down the aisles. “Did you not see my work right there? It’s all soggy now!”

James’ face became the image of panic, his brows tugging together, his bottom lip jutting out—not even on purpose in the same way Sirius does to make people feel guilty—James was apparently just naturally that sweet.

“Oh, fuck!” He muttered, and he yanked his broom back, beating your hands to the work that was now smudged and dripping muddy water. 

“What made you think it was a good idea to put your dirty broom on the table anyway, Prongs?” Remus raised a brow, eyeing the stained wood.

“Sorry, Y/N. Sorry, Remus,” James muttered, and he shook the pages, but it only made the bottom tear away. “Shit! Right, I’ll fix this. Don’t worry, love. I’ll have it all rewritten before—when is it due?”

You sent him a warm smile, one that suggested that you could never be properly angry at him, and cooed, leaning forward. You grasped his face in your hand and kissed his lips carefully.

 “It’s due first lesson tomorrow, darling,” you told him gently. 

James swallowed, and you thought he was just worried about the deadline, but his face tinged pink, and he turned away from you quickly, shooting Sirius a look. Sirius’ eyes were like saucers, his mouth falling open slightly. His gaze flickered between you and James, and his head kept repeating your soft tone: darling, darling, darling.

It took everything to make sure his face didn’t show how he felt. He even reached up to gently brush his own cheek, just to be sure he wasn’t glaring. His hands dropped by his sides, but then he wasn’t sure what to do with them, and it felt like he was taking up far too much room without even existing at all. 

James could read exactly what Sirius is thinking. His top teeth bit down on his bottom lip, torn between saying something and trying to let it go. Sirius gripped the bag on his shoulder tighter, his knuckles growing white. 

“I don’t feel like hanging around while you lot do homework,” Sirius said. “Have fun. I’m going to go and see what Pete’s up to.”

“Oh, alright. I think I saw him in the common room, Sirius. He was with that Hufflepuff girl,” you told him with a small smile

He gritted his teeth with a false smile of his own. “Great. I’ll go and see Pete and the Hufflepuff.”

Sirius spent the rest of his evening in his bunk, the curtains drawn and his head against his pillow. His arms were folded against his chest, the crease between his brow never fading for a second. He’d changed into his pyjamas—a black vest and some plaid pyjama trousers—and tried to go to sleep, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the three of you down in the library, most likely studying and laughing and having pet names for one another. He wished he didn’t care so much. He wasn’t sure why he did. 

Of course, he would be the last one to get a pet name! Sirius began to wonder if he would ever get one. Perhaps you didn’t think fondly enough of him, or maybe he didn’t suit any of the sweet ones, like honey or darling. He wished he were one of the other boys, bathing in your affection, feeling so incredibly special. 

There was a rustle against his curtain, and your head stuck through moments later. 

“Why are you lying above your covers?” You asked him, though there was hardly a hint of judgment in your tone. 

Sirius huffed through his nose. “Too lazy to get in.” You laughed, your face brightening. “Room for one more?” You asked, but you didn’t wait for his answer, your knee nearly colliding with his thigh before he moved it out of the way at expert speed.

“Not really,” Sirius chuckled, but his arm extended to you anyway, and you climbed in against his chest, half lying on his body. His hair tickled your forehead. “You smell nice.”

You beamed up at him. “Thanks. I had to go and finish some bits in the greenhouse for Herbology. I think it’s lavender—something fell on me, anyway."

Sirius stroked your arm. In return, you traced one of the tattoos he had gotten over the Christmas holidays. Each time you saw it, you couldn’t help but grin, thinking about the look on Professor McGonagall’s face when she had seen it for the first time. It was even better when Sirius had proudly told her that he planned on getting more and more. 

“Love this tattoo,” you murmured, your finger following the outline of the moth on his right bicep. 

Sirius quirked an eyebrow. “Really? You told me I’d regret it.”

“Well, you do hate moths,” you reminded him. “But it’s a pretty tattoo. Suits you, Pads.”

“Pretty,” he scoffed. “My tattoos are not supposed to be pretty.”

“Everything’s pretty when it’s on you, baby,” you murmured to him, stroking up and down his chest, and he became scared you would hear the way his heart stammered in his chest, completely missing several beats before pounding harder than it ever had before. 

The last time he felt this giddy was when the four of you had started your relationship. Months of dying to hear a pet name come from your mouth, and you’d finally picked one for him. An endearing term that was created specifically for him. Something you would call only him, and something he’d only let you call him. 

“Baby?” He croaked.

You reached up and played with the curls in his hair. “My baby,” you confirmed, and kissed his jaw.

It only took Sirius a few seconds to recover and flip you so that you were beneath him. Your screeching laughs filled the room as he kissed you all over—your face, your neck, your hair, your shoulders.

“Sirius!” You laughed. “That tickles!”

“Say it again!” He demanded with a laugh. “Say it, Y/N!”

“Baby!” You wheezed, and your laughter dimmed when he chucked himself hard against you, nuzzling his face right in between your neck and shoulder.

The curtain opens, and Sirius grins up at Remus and James, who look equal parts amused and concerned. 

“It finally happened?” James asked.

“I don’t care if you told her,” Sirius grumbled into your skin. “My one is better than all of yours.”

You snorted. “You and James should have told me months ago you wanted me to call you something.”

James rolled his eyes. “Where’s the spontaneity in that?”

“You’re both pathetic,” Remus teased.

“Says the one who got his pet name first, you hypocrite!”

Sirius squeezed you tighter, not ready to share you yet. He felt awful for the one-sided annoyance he’d been surviving through, and the jealousy he’d felt every time Remus was called honey. It turned out, good things did come to people who waited. Sirius wasn’t sure how he’d survived eighteen years without hearing you call him baby before. 

Now that you’d said it once, he’d need to hear it every single day. 

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bambi, oh bambi

poly!marauders x reader ♡ 3.6k

synopsis: shifting for the first time to surprise your boyfriends leaves you a whirlwind of nerves, but with the guidance of your closest companions, you discover an animagus form that feels entirely, unexpectedly like you.

warnings: sweetheart!reader, r is shy and anxious, r is best friends with regulus and barty, animagus transformation, magic, snow, fluff, panic and anxiety, seasonal cold/snow, mild self-doubt, feelings of nervousness and vulnerability.

You stand nervously in the middle of the snow, your breath rising in small clouds as it meets the crisp winter air. Every nerve in your body feels alive, tingling with anticipation and fear. 

Pandora and Regulus are both staring at you, their expressions calm but attentive, while you panic and spiral quietly to yourself. 

Your thoughts feel heavy, though you are still very much yourself, very much human, in this moment.

“It is completely normal to feel nervous during your first transformation,” Pandora says gently, kneeling slightly in the snow to be closer to your level. 

“Especially when you do not even know what your Animagus will be.”

You shake your head, panic prickling in your chest. “I… I don’t know if I can do this,” you admit, your voice trembling. Your hands fidget with the cuff of your sleeve. “What if I fail? What if I hurt myself?”

Regulus steps a little closer, his hands shoved into the pockets of his coat, his expression composed yet firm. “You will not hurt yourself,” he says, his voice low, carrying a quiet certainty. “I know you. You are careful, and precise. Even your first attempt will not be dangerous.”

Your eyes widen as worry twists in your stomach. “But what if my Animagus is dangerous? What if it is something wild or… I don’t know… something I cannot control?”

Regulus lets out a short, amused chuckle. “You are my best friend. You would not be capable of producing anything dangerous. And honestly, I would not be surprised if it turns out to be something completely harmless. Likea  butterfly.”

You pout, shoulders tense, feeling a little relief at his attempt at humor but still trembling. “I don’t know how to transform. What if I just… cannot do it?”

Pandora opens her notebook carefully, the pages crisp against the cold air. “Don’t worry,” she says, flipping to the page she has marked. 

“We will go through the instructions step by step. Focus on your breathing. Relax your muscles. Visualize the form you wish to take. Imagine every part of your body shifting, folding, and changing until it feels natural.”

Regulus crouches slightly beside you, watching you carefully, his dark eyes bright with encouragement. 

“The first time I transformed,” he says, a faint grin tugging at his lips, “I became a cat. Tiny, soft, and like a black shadow. I hid under the couch for hours because I was terrified I would break something or scare someone. But I learned to control it. You will, too. It is just a matter of patience and practice.”

You bite your lip, your gaze dropping to the untouched snow beneath your feet. “It still feels… impossible.”

Pandora reaches out and gently rests a hand near your shoulder, careful not to startle you. “Nothing worth doing comes without some fear. It is natural. The important part is that you try. That you don’t give up on yourself before you even begin.”

Regulus leans a little closer, lowering his voice to something almost conspiratorial. “I will be right here watching and making sure nothing goes wrong. I promise. And if it does… well, we will handle it together.”

You take a deep breath, feeling the crisp winter air fill your lungs, and step carefully back onto the thin ice near the edge of the frozen stream. You pull your scarf tighter, though it is heavy and awkward against your suddenly smaller frame. 

Pandora kneels a few steps away, her notebook still in her hands. She tilts her head slightly, watching you with gentle patience. “Remember the steps,” she says softly. 

“Relax. Focus. Visualize. You have worked for months for this. You can do it.”

You tense your muscles, every fiber of your body trembling, and let the magic flow. It begins at your toes, a strange tickling warmth that moves up your legs. 

The sensation is dizzying, surreal, like every bone and muscle is bending in impossible ways. Your heart pounds, and you stumble on the ice, flailing slightly before your hooves catch.

When the shift is over, you stare down. Your hooves press into the snow, delicate and firm. Your legs feel both fragile and alive. You take a small, tentative step and then another, testing balance and coordination. 

The cold snow presses against your fur, sparkling on the tips of your coat. 

You flick your ears nervously, eyes wide, and glance toward Pandora and Regulus.

Their reactions hit you like a shock. Pandora gasps softly. “Oh… my…” Her eyes are wide, full of awe.

Regulus steps closer, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, though his voice carries a quiet wonder. “Incredible,” he says, crouching slightly. 

Your tail flicks nervously, and you back up a few steps toward the frozen stream. You pause at the edge and lower your head toward the ice, sniffing, trying to understand yourself in this body.

The reflection that stares back at you makes your chest tighten with disbelief. Small, wide eyes, soft brown fur, and delicate white spots across your back.

A little deer. 

You paw at the snow, testing your legs, and take a careful step forward, then another, discovering the agility in your new form.

Pandora tilts her head, eyes widening with so much joy that she practically glows. Her breath bursts out in a delighted cloud as she claps both hands over her mouth.

“Oh my god, you are like a little fawn!” she squeals, bouncing on her toes as if she cannot contain the excitement. “Look at you! You are tiny and spotted and absolutely precious!”

She crouches down a little, leaning closer with shining eyes.

Regulus chuckles lightly, crouching so he is level with your eyes. “I would never have guessed, but it suits you.”

Your ears twitch at every sound—the whisper of the wind, the crunch of snow beneath Regulus’ boots, the distant caw of a bird. 

A tiny, excited leap carries you forward, snow spraying around your hooves. Your movements are clumsy but joyful, and a little thrill of freedom surges through you. 

Pandora claps her hands softly, and Regulus leans back, eyes bright with amusement and pride.

The snow, the forest, the cold, the magic;; it all feels like it is yours, in this moment, completely and beautifully yours.

The second you shift back into your human body, you stumble straight onto your knees in the snow. A rush of wild exhilaration bursts through your chest, so powerful you can barely breathe.

I did it!” you gasp, practically choking on your own smile. “I did it, I did it! Pandora, Regulus, did you see that?”

You don’t even wait for an answer. You throw yourself at Pandora so fast she lets out a startled squeal of laughter as she catches you.

“You did it, sweetheart!” she cries, gripping your shoulders and shaking you a little in excitement. “You were amazing! I knew you would get it!”

You shake with excitement and cling to her a moment longer before turning and launching yourself at Regulus. 

He stands with his arms half-raised, pretending he is not expecting it, although his eyes soften the moment you collide with him.

“Regulus!” you gasp, grabbing the front of his coat and practically bouncing on your feet. “i was a deer—a real deer! with spots and hooves and everything!”

His arms come around you slowly, steady and grounding, as if he wants to hold onto your excitement without letting it overwhelm you. His voice is low, smooth, calm.

“I know,” he says. “I saw the entire thing.”

You pull back a little, cheeks flushed, breath quick. “Did I look strange? Did I look ridiculous?”

He tilts his head, meeting your worried gaze, and a small, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips. “No. You were amazing,” he says softly. “Even when if the transformation was a little sloppy, it was perfect. You handled it better than anyone could have expected.”

You cover your face with your hands, heart pounding, and he gently moves your fingers aside, brushing snow from your hair.

“But you were also adorable,” he adds quietly. “A very, very adorable deer.”

You couldn’t help but feel giddy on the inside at Regulus’s praise. 

He may have been your best friend and closest companion, but it was rare for Regulus, of all people, to show any emotion at all—let alone let his pride seep through the cracks of his carefully maintained walls.

A word of praise from Reggie, meant the world to you. It made your chest feel lighter, your heart warmer, and every bit of hard work you’d poured into becoming an Animagus feel completely worth it.

Pandora laughs again, brushing snow off your sleeve. “You should be proud. What a beautiful Animagus form.”

Regulus steps back and lifts one eyebrow. “Well then. Off you go, amour. Go show your boyfriends before you burst from excitement.”

You gasp dramatically and clutch Pandora’s hands. “We have to go. I need to tell them right now.”

Pandora squeezes your hands with the same excitement. “Go. They will be thrilled.”

****

“James!” you call the moment you burst into the common room. 

You don’t even wait for him to answer — you grab his wrist with both hands and start tugging. “Come on, come on, come on, I need to show you something!”

James barely has time to blink. “Merlin, love— what’s got into you?” He’s stumbling after you, curls bouncing, but he’s already smiling because you’re smiling.

“Sirius!” you call over your shoulder. “Remus! Get over here!”

A groan answers you from the couch. “It’s snowing,” Sirius complains, dramatically wrapping himself tighter in a blanket. “Do you know what snow does to my hair?”

“You’ll survive!” you say, breathless and glowing. “Please, Pads, it’s really— really— really important.”

Before Sirius can argue again, Remus appears from the hallway, book still in hand, scarf slung over his arm. He takes one look at you, practically vibrating with joy, and his whole expression softens.

He steps forward and gently cups your face with both cold hands. “Dovey,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb over your cheek, “take a breath. You’re shaking.”

“I know,” you say, grinning so hard your eyes crinkle. “I’m sorry— I just— it’s important, Moony.”

“No apologizing.” He smiles faintly. “Just slow down enough so we can keep up with you.”

“Right— right, okay,” you say, even though you’re still bouncing a little on your toes.

Sirius slinks over now, muttering under his breath, blanket still draped around him like a cape. “This better be worth frostbite.”

“It is,” you say, nearly squealing.

James squeezes your hand, brows raised in playful intrigue. “Are we going to pull a prank? Because if this is about causing some trouble, I’d like to mentally prepare first.”

“No! Well— no. Not this time.” You tug him closer. “It’s a surprise.”

Remus lets out a small, fond sigh and flicks his wand. Scarves whoosh out of his bag and wrap themselves neatly around each of your necks, warm as a cup of tea. 

“If we’re going out,” he says, adjusting yours with gentle fingers, “we’re doing it without any of you getting sick.”

Sirius brightens immediately as the warmth hits him. “You should’ve led with the free winter gear,” he says, looping his scarf twice. “Very persuasive.”

“Alright,” James says, squeezing your shoulders, “where to, sweetheart?”

“Outside,” you say, practically glowing. “Hurry!”

Sirius opens the door with a flourish, snow drifting in on a soft, icy breeze.

You step into the center of the courtyard, breath puffing in front of you in little clouds. The boys stand a few feet away, bundled in their scarves, waiting.

But now that they’re actually here, watching you… your heart stutters. Nerves flutter in your stomach. You take a small step back.

Sirius tilts his head, a curious smile tugging on his lips.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he teases, “what is it you’re dying to show us?”

James laughs breathlessly. “Yeah, love, you’re scaring us a little.”

You swallow, nod once, inhale deeply—

And then you shift.

The world ripples around you, magic curling over your skin like warm light, and in a blink, you’re standing on four legs in the snow.

A small, soft deer with your fur dusted with flakes, breath steaming in the cold.

Three pairs of eyes widen dramatically.

For one perfect moment, silence.

Then—

James absolutely screams.

“Holy— Merlin’s scruffy stag— when— how— what—!”

James grabs Sirius’s arm, his eyes wide as if holding onto someone might help him process what he just saw.

Sirius stays frozen, mouth slightly open, completely still, like he can’t believe what he’s seeing.

Remus just blinks, taking a moment to register it all, his expression caught somewhere between shock and awe.

You stamp your little hooves impatiently, looking at them with wide, pleading eyes, as if to say, Well??

James is the first to find his voice, stumbling over words in his excitement.

“When did you even—how did you go through the Animagus process without us knowing— ”

You can’t help it. The thrill of it, the joy of finally revealing yourself, bubbles out uncontrollably, and you jump, bouncing in the snow, spinning and hopping with excitement.

And suddenly Remus breathes out a stunned laugh. “Oh, sweetheart— come here—”

You don’t even let him finish. You gallop straight toward him and tackle him into a soft drift of snow. He goes down with a yelp and then bursts into laughter, wrapping his arms around your warm neck.

“Okay— alright— alright— you’re heavy like this—” he wheezes, still grinning up at you. “Merlin, you’re beautiful.”

You nuzzle his cheek before prancing away, hooves crunching through the fresh layer of snow.

James is already crouched, eyes wide with pure awe and giddy pride.

“Look at you!” he gushes, one hand reaching out carefully to stroke between your ears. “You’re perfect. D’you know that? Absolutely perfect.”

You lick his sleeve and he laughs like a little kid.

Then you turn to Sirius.

He hasn’t moved at all.

He’s standing like someone hit him with Petrificus Totalus, except his eyes are huge and soft and the tips of his ears are pink from the cold.

You trot up to him and blink up at him with wide doe eyes.

He inhales sharply. “Oh… oh no,” he whispers. “You’re— you’re literally the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

He drops to his knees instantly, hands hovering like he’s afraid to break you.

“I have so many questions— so many— but I can’t think right now because your little face is attacking my soul.”

You poke his side with your velvety nose.

He giggles.  “Oh, that’s illegal— don’t look at me like that— Bloody hell, you’re adorable—”

He finally wraps his arms around your neck, burying his face into your fur. “I’m never letting you be human again.”

You snort loudly, which makes him laugh even harder.

And then—

James shifts into his stag beside you, tall and magnificent, nudging your shoulder with a joyful snort.

Sirius rolls his eyes, stands up, and transforms in a smooth wave of magic — a huge black dog shaking snow from his fur.

You squeak (or… whatever the deer equivalent of a squeak is) and immediately bolt across the courtyard.

Prongs and Padfoot charge after you, hooves and paws thundering through the snow.

Remus stays human, arms crossed, scarf fluttering in the wind, laughing helplessly as you dart behind him for protection.

He places one steady hand on your back.

You press closer to Remus, hiding half behind him, peeking out just enough to flick your ears at the two troublemakers.

Remus laughs and pats your side.

“My brave girl,” he teases softly. “Hiding behind the man who can’t even shift.”

You nudge him indignantly.

Padfoot and Prongs are still waiting for another chase, but both of them stay where they are when Remus places one calming hand on your back.

“It’s alright,” he murmurs. “Take your time. Whenever you are ready.”

You close your eyes. The magic rises again, warm and familiar now, like sunlight curling through your limbs. Your shape shifts. Your hooves sink into the snow and dissolve. Your fur pulls inward. The world tilts once, gently, and then settles.

You are human again.

Your knees fold, and you collapse forward into Remus’s chest, breath coming out in a startled gasp. 

His arms tighten instantly, closing around you with a fierceness that makes your heart swell.

Remus’s hand rests lightly on your back, his voice soft as he leans down. “You alright?”

You lift your head just enough to meet his gaze, still flushed and breathless, and nod. “Yeah.”

Then, with a little nervous grin, you stare up at him. “Soooo… what do you think?”

He lets out a quiet, fond chuckle, brushing a hand through your hair. “I think… you’re amazing.”

You peek up at him through the scarf, a little shy but still glowing with excitement. “You… really think so?”

“I do,” Remus says quietly, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “You were incredible. All of it. I’m proud of you.”

Your chest swells, and you can’t help the soft, delighted laugh that escapes you. “Thank you… I was so worried you’d think it was silly or—”

Before you can finish, a loud chorus breaks through the calm.

“There she is!” James cries, barreling through the snow toward you, his hair dusted with flakes, a grin plastered across his face.

“You have an unbelievable amount of explaining to do, darling,” he announces, although his voice is far too warm to be truly scolding.

You giggle and pull your scarf close, cheeks warm despite the cold. Remus keeps one arm wrapped firmly around you as if he refuses to let you go now that you are back in human form.

“I know,” you say, still breathless and glowing. “I know I should’ve told you sooner. I just… needed to be sure. I didn’t want to say anything until I knew it was real.”

James’ brows lift, but his eyes are nothing but warm. “So all of this… has been going on for a while, then?”

You nod, hands twisting together for a moment before you make yourself meet their eyes. “A little over a month. Pandora helped me with the theory — she’s brilliant, honestly — and she was so patient with me. Every single time I messed up, she just tried again with me.”

Sirius snorts softly, though his smile is fond. “Of course she did. Pandora Lovegood could teach a rock to dance if she felt like it.”

You laugh, cheeks warming. “And Regulus helped too with the practical pieces. Making sure I didn’t try anything too reckless. He’s… very steady. He kept me grounded.”

James hums under his breath, impressed. “So he knew before we did.”

“Only by an hour!” you say quickly, as if it matters. “Today was the first time anything actually worked. And as soon as it did, I ran straight here.”

That earns you three different smiles, all of them soft.

Sirius nudges your shoulder gently. “Good. Because seeing you turn into that little deer might be the cutest thing that has ever happened in my entire life.”

You hide your face in your hands for a second, which only makes James laugh and pull your hands back down so he can see you. “Hey,” he says softly, “none of that. We’re amazed. That’s all.”

Remus’ hand finds its place on your back, slow and steady, his touch radiating reassurance. “You did something incredibly difficult, love,” he murmurs. “And you did it beautifully.”

Your breath catches in your throat, not because of nerves this time, but because of how full your chest feels.

You end up pulled into all three of them at once, completely surrounded and impossibly warm despite the snow drifting around your boots. 

James presses a kiss to your cheek. “I’m so proud of you.”

Remus tightens his hold just slightly, voice low against your ear. “We all are.”

Sirius rests his chin on your shoulder. “Our little Bambi,” he says with a grin you can hear. 

You let out a tiny laugh, too flustered to hide it. “Bambi?”

James grins. “Well, we can’t exactly keep calling you dovey now that we know you’ve been prancing around the forest behind our backs.”

Remus leans in slightly, his breath warm against your temple. “So,” he murmurs, a subtle smile in his voice, “do you want us to stick with dovey… or should we be calling you Bambi now?”

Your cheeks warm immediately. You duck your head a little, trying not to smile too widely.

“I don’t know,” you say honestly, the words coming out softer than you intend. “Either one is fine.”

Sirius snorts lightly. “That’s not an answer.”

You laugh under your breath, nudging him with your shoulder. “I don’t have a preference,” you admit, eyes flicking between all three of them. “If it’s from you, I’ll like it.”

James’ smile softens, warm enough to melt the snow still clinging to your coat.  

“Well then,” he murmurs, brushing a bit of snow from your hair, “come on, Bambi. Let’s get you inside before you freeze.”

[moonstruckme]

idk if ur requests are open but could i request a sirius x reader who fight(playfully) ALL THE TIME, and its to the point that people think they dont even like each other but its actually the opposite

btw i love all ur ficss

Thank you for requesting lovely!

cw: domestic squabbling

a/n: Please do not misconstrue my participation in the marauders fandom as support of JKR. If you’re new here and want to participate in the fandom, I encourage you to do so without participating in anything that would provide financial gain to her or her transphobic agendas

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 801 words

Sirius’ eyes are flinty, boring into you. “Tell the truth.” 

“I am,” you say evenly. “I. Don’t. Care.” 

He scoffs and crosses his arms. “You’re such a fucking liar.” 

“Can you not curse at me in public?” 

“Maybe once you stop being so stubborn.” 

You glare at him. Between you, a dessert menu sits on the table. You’re both keeping away from it like it’d be a concession to touch. 

“What about you?” You try to turn the argument around on your boyfriend. “I know you don’t want the apple crumble, because of your thing with warm fruit—” 

“Warm fruit?” Lily asks. You’d nearly forgotten she was there. Only Sirius can wind you up so badly you forget to be conscious of the four other people at the table with you. 

“He won’t eat any fruit that’s been warmed,” you explain to Lily. You side-eye Sirius and add, with disdain, “It’s a sickness.” 

James and Regulus both nod to confirm this assessment.

Sirius spreads his hands in a show of benevolence. “If you want the apple crumble so badly, let’s get it.” 

“No,” you insist, “the point is to get something we both like.” 

You jolt a little as, under the table, Sirius hooks an ankle behind yours and tugs playfully. “Stubborn,” he teases. 

“You’re stubborn.” 

“What a creative deflection.” 

You feel your features harden. “Fine. Whatever, let’s forget about dessert.” 

Sirius makes a bewildered choking sound, like the mere suggestion is heresy. “Don’t bullshit me,” he says. “I know you want dessert. You were eyeing that menu all of dinner.” 

“Well, now I don’t.” 

“You absolute—” 

“Why don’t you each get your own dessert?” interrupts Lily, clearly desperate for peace. You feel guilty at distressing her; you and Sirius’ bickering isn’t so severe as to warrant that. But you can’t think of a nice way to tell her that she doesn’t need to get involved. 

Sirius, perhaps thinking the same thing, sighs laboriously. “We can’t,” he tells her. 

“Why not?” 

“Because, she won’t eat all of hers—” 

“They’re big portions,” you defend yourself. 

“—and then we’ll end up taking it home, where it will sit in the fridge, and she’ll say I can have it, even though she really wants it herself—” 

“No, you could have it, but he always forgets about it—” 

“—and then eventually it goes bad, which is somehow my fault.” 

A twinge of genuine irritation goes through you as you remember your moldy chocolate cake from two weeks ago. “It’s your fault because you say you’ll eat it and then you don’t.” 

“Sort of like you when you order it in the first place,” Sirius hums. And you know he’s only winding you up for fun, but you must have a dangerous look on your face, because your boyfriend’s demeanor shifts. He reaches for your hand on the table, threading your fingers together. “Lovely, just tell me what you want to have. We’re frightening Mary.” 

“Oh no, don’t stop on my account,” says Mary, looking thoroughly entertained in her seat next to Lily, who’s faring considerably less well. 

“I would be happy with any of them,” you emphasize. 

Sirius rolls his eyes so hard it looks like it hurts. “Alright, sure, but you want something chocolate, don’t you?” 

You frown. Because Sirius is trying to corner you into making the decision, and not at all because he knows you too well. “I wouldn’t mind it, I guess.” 

“Right, so if I said I was between the brownie sundae and the lava cake, would you be able to choose between those?” 

You study Sirius’ face, trying to pick out the secret preference you know he’s hiding from you. His eyes glint and his mouth is tamped into seriousness, but those clues only lead to what you already know: he’s having a grand time goading you. 

“I’d want the lava cake,” you relent. 

You’re rewarded by a smacking kiss on your cheek, distracting enough that no one else notices when Sirius’ hand slips beneath the table to squeeze your leg. “Attagirl. Knew you could do it.” 

You roll your eyes. “Don’t fucking condescend to me.” 

“Remind me, who was it that had qualms with cursing at each other in public?” 

You roll your eyes harder. Regulus catches your gaze partway through its trajectory. “Blink twice if you need out of this relationship,” he offers seriously. 

Sirius makes an indignant squawking sound, using an arm around your waist to pull you halfway into his chair as though to keep you from getting away. You smile at Regulus apologetically, your face beginning to burn in the aftermath of your squabble.

“Don’t worry about it, love,” James tells him. “This is foreplay for them.” 

Regulus makes a noise of surprised revulsion. Sirius kisses your cheek again when it burns too hot. 

[yasministration]

videodrome - james potter

summary: james has a love-hate relationship with the intimate videos you send him wc: 1.2k+ cw: smut, fingering, p in v, description of inappropriate video...

“Gosh, that’s hot.” James groans as though he’s never seen this video of you before. You moan in his arms, back arching against his chest, but he keeps you snug against him by the strong arm wrapped around your waist. His fingers pump into you in unison with the motion of yours on his computer screen. His gaze flickers between your projection on his phone and your actual face, keeping track of every single reaction you offer him.

“James.” You pant, thighs squeezing around your boyfriend’s hand, but he tuts, nodding towards his computer at the foot of the bed. “Your legs are all nice and spread in the video. Take a look for me, love.” With much effort, you open your eyes, forcing them onto his computer screen. Of course, he’s right. Your legs are nice and spread as you touch yourself, but not without effort. After all, the only reason you’d filmed the video was to send it to your boyfriend with an accompanying text of ‘I miss you :(’ when he was away last night for a game.

James had opened your message in the locker room after their game, pumped on adrenaline thanks to his fresh win. Back then, he was grateful for the little gift, hiding away in a shower room to watch your video on low volume, jerking himself off in time with you. But after his orgasm, when he got immediately hard again and was hit with a wave of clarity, he hated you for it. The mere thought that you had laid down in his bed with your hand between your thighs and made yourself cum without him was enough to upset him, but knowing he couldn’t just come home to you and take care of you right then? That made him purely angry.

So angry that when he came home this morning, he made it his mission to recreate the entire scene. Not to prove anything, but just to make up for the fact that he couldn’t see you perform for him live. Now, his movements replicate your own in the video, free hand coming up to fondle your breast when your digital replica does it.

Your boyfriend grins when you moan in unison with your video self as he pinches your nipple, fingers between your legs lazily dragging in and out of you. He’s definitely teasing more than you did in the video, his fingers moving at a much slower pace that definitely won’t bring you to your breaking point.

“James please.” You whine, grinding your hips against his hand desperately. “Please what, lovie?” You huff, snaking a hand down your body to join his at your cunt, but before you can do anything, James’s free hand flies from your waist to grasp your wrist, stopping you from doing anything.

“Woah, what happened to communication?” He asks as though he’s not affected by the entire situation whatsoever. As though his erection isn’t pressing against your lower back. “Come on, tell me what you want.”

“I need more, Jamie.” You plead, bringing a smile to James’s face. He glances up to the computer screen once more, swallowing thickly at the sight of you driving your fingers into your cunt at an inexplicable place, rubbing your clit with your other hand. Your face is coated with sweat, and the sheets between your legs are coated with your dripping wetness. He can’t believe you did all that without him.

“Yeah, you need more? What do you need?”

A gasp flies past your lips when James removes his fingers from you, sliding them up to toy with your clit. He presses a kiss to the side of your face, humming in question to prompt an answer from you. “Need your dick, James. Can feel how hard you are.”

James moans at your words, fluidly lifting you up and placing you on the bed next to him so he can slip out from behind you and get on top of you. Your moans still echo from the computer, but it only spurs your boyfriend to move faster, immediately working his belt off and getting rid of all his clothes. He slides his cock inside you quicker than you can cry out his name again, dropping his face into the crook of your neck as a loud sound escapes him.

“Fuck!” James groans, slowly dragging himself inside you twice before setting a fast pace that has your nails digging into his shoulders for support. His abs constrict as a wave of pleasure shoots up his body, and he clamps his teeth into your shoulder. You curse loudly, back arching off the mattress, and James’s attention is immediately caught by your perky nipples. He wraps his lips around one of them, sucking softly before biting down gently.

One of your legs hooks behind his hips, tugging him further into you as you play with his hair, nails scratching at his scalp. James knows he won’t last long, thighs already beginning to shake, but he drives himself deeper into you — harder, just how you like it. And you show him that you do too, crying out and mumbling about how you’re going to cum.

The video behind the two of you has come to an end. Your orgasm overtook you long ago, and the screen is now frozen on a shot of your spread legs, cunt glistening in all its glory. But James has only just decided to let you cum, whispering words of encouragement in your ear as he holds himself back. “Darling, fuck baby, cum for me. I’m so close.”

He sounds weak, and maybe it’s the reminder of the way his body submits to yours that has you unravelling with a loud string of incoherent moans as you cum. James’s hips stutter into yours, and you’re sure you’ll have bruises on your hips from where his consistently collided. You feel his entire body give in when he cums, a shiver running down his body as he weakly moans your name. He lays there on top of you as you both recover, bodies sticky with sweat, but comfortable in each other’s embrace.

“You okay?” You both ask at the same time, causing you to laugh quietly. James rolls off you, running his fingertips down your body alongside his eyes. His gaze lands on the computer screen on the edge of his bed, miraculously having stayed on, and he grins. His eyes flicker up to your thighs, noting how the prefers this view, with his cum dripping between your legs. But having them spread for him like the video would really be the cherry on top.

“I should make that my screen saver.”

You follow James’s eyes, rolling your eyes fondly. “Yes, because that’s exactly what your teammates need to see when you do your next tactic presentation.” James clears his throat, immediately sitting up and dragging the file into the bin. Then, he slumps back down next to you, mumbling “I have it on my phone anyway.”

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[astonishment]

Become The Man Of Her Dreams In 3 Easy Steps

Summary: When James catches you swooning over a guy in your alchemy class he decides to make a move before it’s too late.

A/N: Blatching: Flying with the intent to collide with another player. Blagging: Grabbing an opponent's broom to slow them down. Also if your name is Julie no it isn’t. WC: 4.2k

James walks behind the group, listening to the marauders argue about where to sit during lunch

“Moons, our next match is in three weeks!” Sirius stresses. “We need to talk about strategies!”

“That’s precisely what practice is for.” Remus answers as they continue making their way to the great hall. “What better place to strategize?”

Sirius throws his head back, groaning in annoyance.

“Sorry Padfoot.” Remus apologizes halfheartedly, “But I really don’t want to spend lunch hour listening to you lot talk about blatching and blagging.”

“It’s Davie’s birthday today.” Peter chimes in. “His mum is sending a cake.”

“Pete, they serve cake every day.” James reminds him with a chuckle.

“Yeah, regular cake.” Peter clarifies. “This is a birthday cake, it’s a completely different thing.”

The infamous group of four enter the great hall and the conversation temporarily comes to a stop as they scan the Gryffindor table, weighing the odds of where to sit. James is about to let the other three decide when hears your voice cut through the chaos that is lunch hour.

“Are you mad?” You shriek.

James doesn’t know whether it’s out of shock or anger, but he’s determined to find out. He walks past his friends, not knowing or caring if they followed, and makes his way to where you were sitting.

“Hey ladies.” James greets with an easy smile as he reaches the table, watching in amusement as you try to hit Lily’s shoulder only for her to dodge it.

He gets a chorus of hello’s in return as the rest of the marauders join him.

“So who’s gone mad?” He asks, starting to serve himself food. “What are we talking about?”

“Perfect timing gentlemen!” Dorcas announces, clasping her hands together. “We were just in the middle of discussing Y/N’s-“

“Nothing!” You exclaim, cutting her off with a pointed look. “We were talking about my nothing.”

Dorcas holds her hands up in surrender, biting her lip as she lowers her gaze.

You let out a sigh of relief.

“We were talking about Y/N’s crush!” Dorcas squeals excitedly, unable to contain herself.

“Dorcas!” You whine, covering your face in embarrassment.

James, on the other hand, chokes on his water.

“Sorry?” He wheezes, hoping someone will elaborate.

“What? We were!” Dorcas defends.

“Yeah, but I didn’t wanna tell them!”

“Oi! That’s not fair, love. I always tell you about my crushes.” Sirius complains with a pout.

“I don’t ask you to. In fact I specifically ask you not to.” You deadpan. “Besides, it’s a different girl every day. Those aren’t crushes, those are conquests.”

“Pish posh.” Sirius waves you off, taking a bite of his chicken. “Now spill the beans. What’s his name?”

“Pads,” You sigh exasperatedly. “I really don’t want to-“

“Chris.” Marlene interrupts.

“From Ravenclaw?” Remus asks before nodding his head in approval.

“Ravenclaw?” Sirius repeats, brows furrowing as he tries to think before his eyes widen in realization. “Wait, you mean quidditch Chris?”

“The very one.” Lily confirms with a nod.

“Not to be weird, but he’s pretty cute.” Peter comments casually.

“Isn’t he?” You gush, covering your mouth with your hand. “Not just that but have you heard him laugh?”

You don’t give anyone at the table a chance to answer before you continue rambling.

“He like, closes his eyes when he laughs and it comes out high pitched? Which is odd because you know, he’s a guy so naturally he has a deep voice; but it suits him! It’s so…joyful. It’s soooo cute. But I think he’s kind of insecure about it because sometimes he’ll be laughing and like, he’ll catch himself and try to stop but even then he’ll still be giggling which is even cuter! And ughhh, what do I do?” You groan, covering your face with your hands.

“Have you told him?” Remus asks curiously.

“What? That I like his laugh? Of course I haven’t.” You shake your head.

“Why not?” Sirius chimes in.

“Because it’d be weird!”

“No it wouldn’t.” He assures. “It’s a compliment. Everyone loves being complimented.”

“But- I- What do I do?” You stammer. “Just walk into alchemy and announce to the whole class that I like his laugh? That’s mental!”

“Well, no.” Sirius rolls his eyes. “Obviously you’d talk to him first.”

“See that’s the thing, Padfoot…” Dorcas says.

“Talk to him?” You repeat, wide eyed. “Are you kidding me? I can’t talk to him!”

“Why not?”

“I’m shy…” You bashfully admit.

Everyone at the table erupts into laughter and you stubbornly cross your arms.

“Y/N, I’ve known you since first year.” Remus reminds you fondly. “I could think of a million words to describe you. Shy definitely isn’t one of them. Right, Prongs?”

James shoots Remus a subtle glare, rubbing his side where he’d been elbowed before turning his attention to you.

“Yeah! I mean, how hard can it really be? You’re not shy around me! You talk to me nonstop.” He nods happily.

“Wha- that’s totally different!” You argue. “I don’t like you!”

“Oh.” James says simply, caught off guard by the statement.

“Wait, wait, wait. That’s not what I meant.” You rush to explain. “Of course I like you.” You assure him. “But it’s totally different!”

“How’s it different?” James asks, tilting his head the tiniest bit.

“Well, I mean Chris is a man.” You shrug.

A few of your friends snicker in amusement and Peter’s jaw actually drops open.

“Wowwwww.” James complains.

“Way to make it worse.” Sirius teases.

“Oh, shut it.” You scold, tossing your balled up napkin at him.

“I’m a man.” James insists, voice cracking at the last syllable.

“Of course you’re a man, Prongs.” You assure, carefully thinking about your next words. “But you’re not my man… like, for me…”

This time Peter and Remus start snickering, finding James’ distraught expression and your struggle for words incredibly amusing.

“Not that I want you to be!”

“Ouch, love.” Sirius comments, thoroughly enjoying the show.

“What I’m trying to say is that it’s different!” You stress.

“How?” Peter asks curiously.

“It just is!”

“But how?” James presses, taking the ego hit personally. “We’re both on the quidditch team, we both have good marks-“

“I don’t understand why you’re comparing yourselves as if it’s some sort of competition.”

“Hear that, James?” Lily teases, joining in on the fun. “She said you’re not even in the competition.”

Sirius, Peter, and Remus all burst into laughter while James pouts pathetically.

“Awe, James.” You coo, cupping his face affectionately. “You’re cute.”

James smiles at the compliment, cheeks appearing smushed as you’re still gingerly holding his face in your hand.

“But Chris is a love interest! A possibility!” You clarify.

“As opposed to?” He asks.

“You.”

James gives you a deadpan look.

“Y/N?” Sirius calls.

“Yeah?”

“Stop talking.” He all but begs.

“Yeah…” You agree.

The professors announce that lunch is over and you all start to gather your books, preparing to head to your next class.

“Jokes aside, I love you James. You know I do. But it’s more of a platonic love.” You tell him as you all start to make your way out of the great hall. “I’m not saying that there’s anything wrong with you, because there isn’t! It’s just-“

“I’m not a man.” James cuts you off, giving you a weak smile.

“Tosser.” You scold teasingly, pushing his shoulder lightly. “I’ll catch up with you guys later. Stay out of trouble.”

“We make no such promises!” Sirius calls after you as you turn the corner and disappear. Once you’re out of sight he turns his attention to James.

“That was painful.” He grimaces.

“You’re telling me.” James sighs, loosening his tie. “I felt as if I couldn’t breathe.”

“The girl you’ve fancied since the start of seventh year just spent all of lunch telling you how much she doesn’t like you, how are you still alive?”

“I dunno, mate.”

“I take it you're throwing in the towel, then?” Remus asks.

“Fuck no.”

“Then what?” Peter asks, looking up at him.

“I don’t know yet…” James tells them. “But gimme some time. I’ll think of something.”

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James walks out of the bathroom, wiping his lenses on his pajama shirt when Peter calls out to him.

“Prongs, mail.”

James looks up excitedly, putting his glasses on and running across the room, grabbing the parcel.

“It’s quite thick. What is it?” He asks curiously, noting that it was bigger than a letter but smaller than a package.

James hastily rips open the envelope, holding the item up as if it were a trophy.

“Yes! Thank you dad!”

“What is it?” Sirius asks, tossing himself onto his bed. “A playboy?”

“No!” James immediately denies. “It’s just a magazine he’s subscribed to. I glanced at the cover when it arrived over break and asked him if he still had it.”

“Okay…” Sirius nods. “Why’d you want that specific issue?”

“Because- there’s an article I want to read.” James answers, quickly flipping through the pages. “Aha!”

Sirius, Remus, and Peter huddle around the magazine, wanting to see what the article’s about.

“Oh fuck off.” Sirius huffs, going back to his bed.

“You’re joking.” Remus says. “Right? You’re having a laugh?”

“Become the man of her dreams in 3 easy steps.” Peter reads aloud.

“Guys, at least give it a chance.” James defends, holding the magazine up. “They wouldn’t publish just anything.”

“Yeah they would.” Sirius says.

“It happens more often than you’d think.” Remus adds, putting on his robes as he prepares to do his rounds. “I’d say you’re better off chasing her shamelessly like you did Evans than following whatever that gossip column says.”

Peter and Sirius burst into laughter as Remus walks out the door.

“Yeah, alright. Laugh it up.” James remarks. “We’ll see who’s laughing when it works.”

“If it works.” Sirius warns.

“When it works.” James corrects. “It’s a new crush. What’s it been? A week? Less? I can totally steal her away from him.”

“Can you?” Peter asks, not looking up from his comic book. “Because she doesn’t even fancy you. At all. Remember?”

“Yes, Wormtail, I remember. I was there.” James nods.

“Why do you have to steal her anyway?” Sirius asks. “You’ve fancied her since the start of the year. You had months to make a move.”

“Can you guys keep it down?” James asks instead, drawing the curtains from his bed. “I’m trying to read and you’re kind of distracting me.”

“Sorry.” Peter apologizes.

“Wanker.” Sirius says childishly.

James sticks his hand out from behind the curtain and flicks him off.

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Step One: Put an effort into your appearance. Women do not want to date slobs. Just as women prim and pamper themselves daily, men too should take grooming seriously and put thought behind their outfits. Do note that doing too many changes at one time is cause for alarm as the female gaze is more observant. Instead one should spread out their changes through time.

Somehow James had gone the whole day without running into you once. He dejectedly walks back to the Gryffindor Tower after his rounds, thinking that he wasted time doing his hair for nothing, only to bump into you in the common room.

“Hey.” He greets, standing up straight. “You’re doing rounds tonight?”

“Yeah. I’m covering for someone.”

“Oh. Lame.” James nods, only for his eyes to widen when he realizes what he’s just said. “I mean, it’s lame that they bailed! Not that you’re doing rounds. That’s ni- that’s a nice thing for you to do. To take someone’s shift.”

You throw your head back in laughter and only then does James stop his rambling.

“No, you’re completely right. It is lame.” You nod. “But no one else was available.” You shrug.

“Well, I hope it goes quickly for you.”

You don’t acknowledge what he’s just said. You’re too busy analyzing his appearance to even think of answering him. The more you stare at him, the more uncomfortable he feels, smile dropping and feet shuffling as he finds it hard to keep still.

“Did you cut your hair?” You finally ask.

“Huh?”

“Your hair.” You reiterate. “You cut it?”

“N-no.” James shakes his head. “Just combed it.”

He shrugs before running his hand down the back of his head, hoping it casually draws attention to his neat hairdo. And it does. Gone are his wild, curly locks. Instead they’re neatly styled up and away from his face, giving him a sleek and polished look. With James no longer hiding behind his hair, his sharp features really stand out like his bright eyes and defined cheekbones.

James sees your eyes bouncing all over his face, taking in his features. He watches as you gaze at his new hair, then his eyes, then his lips?? Before bringing your gaze back up again.

Keep it cool, Prongs. He thinks to himself. Stay cool.

You have a slight furrow between your brows and your bottom lip is jutted out just slightly, a telltale sign that you’re thinking. James is starting to think that maybe the lads were right when finally, you nod.

“Looks good.” You say simply before heading out to do your rounds.

As soon as the coast is clear, James raises a hand in victory.

“Yes!” He whispers to himself before clearing his throat and straightening out his robes. He walks to the dorms with a bounce in his step.

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Since that night in the common room James has kept up the habit of styling his hair into a neat quiff. While at first he hated waking up early, he’s since gotten used to it. After that first night you didn’t mention his hair again, but he has noticed you staring at him quite often. This encourages James to start applying cologne as well. Not much, just a tiny spritz because “a little goes a long way, Prongs for fucks sake.”

He’s so lost in his head that he doesn’t even see you walk into class, snapping out of his spiraling only when you pull your seat out, your chair scraping against the cold dungeon floor.

“Good morning James,” You smile politely, taking a seat in your chair and then scooting forward.

James sits up straight in his seat and clears his throat before speaking.

“Morning.”

You smile sweetly at him again before turning your attention to your school bag, digging out your parchment and ink well. You look up a moment later with a focused stare and scan the room.

“You okay?” James asks, worried something might be wrong.

“Yeah.” You answer absentmindedly. “Just…” you trail off, continuing to scan the class.

“Just?” James repeats, hoping you’ll elaborate.

You lean across the aisle, closer to the classmate setup at the station to the right of you before returning to your seat with a frown.

“Y/n?” James asks.

You turn your head slightly towards him and take a small breath in. Then you turn your full attention to him.

“Are you wearing cologne?” You ask, completely ignoring his previous question.

“I uh- yeah.” He stammers. “My dad sent it to me…figured I might as well-”

“It smells good.” You cut him off.

“Y-yeah?” He asks.

You lean closer to him and take a deep breath while James holds his, freezing every muscle in his body, afraid to move even an inch.

“Yeah.” You answer, leaning back with a satisfied nod. “Really good. You should wear it more often.”

“Okay.” James says breathlessly.

At that moment Professor Slughorn walks in and he starts going over the lesson plan for the day.

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Step two: Establish romantic intent. Men are laid back and easy going by nature. While these are good features for making friends, it can also cause problems to arise when trying to court a woman. To avoid miscommunication it is important to act with thought and intent. Flirt boldly. Be direct. And use respectful, physical touch to create a romantic, rather than platonic, connection.

“Okay, Prongs. Time for phase two. Now, we flirt. You can do this. You’ve flirted before.” James says to himself, hyping himself up as he heads toward the Black Lake. Somehow you were both paired up for rounds, and he’s looking forward to being able to talk to you away from the watchful eyes of his very nosey friends.

The prefects from Hufflepuff informed you that they had already patrolled around the quidditch pitch, so you and James decided to start by the greenhouses and then go from there. He sees you standing at the edge of the Black Lake, quietly staring at the water. He’s just about to call out to you when he remembers what the article said.

Use teasing and humor. Use respectful, physical touch.

James quietly sneaks up behind you. When you least expect it, he grabs onto your upper arms and pushes you forward before pulling you back. You immediately scream, turning around and whacking him on the arm.

“Holy fuck! Are you crazy?”

“Crazy about you.” James immediately replies.

“This isn’t funny.” You whine. “I could’ve died.”

“Nooo.” James rebuffs with a shake of his head.

“What if I had fallen in?” You argue, crossing your arms.

“That never would’ve happened.” James says matter of factly, tucking his hands into the pockets of his trousers.

“How are you so sure?” You ask skeptically.

James tilts his head to the side, before smiling softly, knowingly.

“Because I had you.” He shrugs simply. “When there’s something I want, I don’t let go.”

Your breath hitches at the quiet confession. You try to form some sort of reply but nothing comes out. Sensing this, James comes to a stop right in front of you, leaning forward slightly to match your height.

“I didn’t want to drop you, so I didn’t.” He says softly.

The weight of his confession is still there but James doesn’t push for an answer you don’t yet know yourself. Instead he gives you space, he gives you time. He gives you an out; and you take it.

“You scared me.” You admit with a shaky laugh.

“That was the point.” He answers truthfully, a mischievous smile dancing on his lips. “We’re gonna be out here until 1:30. I need you to be alert and awake.”

“What are you talking about? I’m always alert and awake when doing rounds.” You scoff.

“Mm.” James hums, turning on his heel and starting to head towards the greenhouses. “Are you, though? Because you didn’t even hear me coming up behind you just now.”

“That’s totally different.” You argue, hurrying to catch up to him.

“Suuuure.” James agrees sarcastically.

“No, really!” You continue. “That one doesn't count! I wasn’t ready.”

“Whatever you say, beautiful.”

The nickname throws you off. So much so that you don’t see the gopher hole up ahead. Your right foot slips right in and your lurch forward. You’re prepared to fall on your face, so you’re pleasantly surprised when James is by your side in an instant, hand wrapped around your waist to keep you upright.

“You alright?” He asks softly.

He’s so close that you can feel his breath on your face. It takes you a minute to get your bearings and give him an answer.

“Yeah.” You nod. “Good catch.”

James chuckles, taking a step back and nodding.

“I told you.” He says, watching fondly as you dig your foot out of the blasted gopher hole. “I don’t let go.”

You rotate your ankle slowly, and when you don’t feel any pain, you give him a thumbs up.

“See?” You huff. “Alert and awake.”

James snickers in amusement before clearing his throat.

“Very nice. Shall we go?”

“We shall.” You nod.

“Do you wanna hold onto me?” He asks, offering his arm to you. “Since you stumbling seems to be the pattern of tonight.”

“Oh! You-“ You slap his hand away and James laughs.

“One of them was your fault!”

“You were so scared.” He laughs, mimicking your terrified shriek before turning his head to look at you.

“Awe, come on. I’m just teasing.” He consoles when he sees you pouting. “It was cute.”

“Oh yes, I’m sure me screaming my head off was a sight to behold.” You snark before walking ahead, leaving him behind.

“You always are.” James says softly before hurrying to catch up.

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Step three: Show off your feathers. When courting a woman the most important thing is to not lose momentum. The second you become “comfortable” in your relationship you become friendzoned. While other men are being wishy washy and “playing it cool” it’s your time to strike. Just like a peacock, show your feathers and strut! Show her what you have to offer, who you are and what you can be!

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?” You look up and find Lily, Marlene, and Dorcas all staring at you.

“I asked about Chris.” Dorcas repeats with a smile. “You haven’t mentioned him in a while.”

“Yeah…” You trail off, finishing the sentence you were writing before putting your quill down. “That’s over.”

All three girls gasp.

“Why? What happened?” Marlene asks.

“Did he turn you down?” Lily asks, gripping her quill tighter.

“No, nothing like that.” You assure them. “I just don’t have a crush on him anymore.”

“Oh? That was sudden.” Lily comments.

“Mm, not really.” You shrug. “I didn’t really know anything about him.”

“You could’ve gotten to know him.” Marlene offers.

“Yeah…but I just didn’t want to.” You admit. “After some thought, I realized I wanted something with someone that I know. Someone who I’m comfortable with but makes my heart race at the same time. Someone who teases me one second but worries about me the next.”

“Wow. Sounds like you already have someone in mind.” Dorcas says.

You try and fail to hide your smile.

“Maaaybeee…” You tell them bashfully.

“Who?” Lily asks.

“Is it someone we know?” Marlene adds.

“Yeah, actually.” You nod. “It’s-“

“James!”

You all turn your heads to see some girl from Hufflepuff approaching James who stands a few meters away in the middle of the courtyard.

“Yeah?” He asks, looking at the girl confusedly.

“You know how the spring equinox is next week?” She asks, playing with a lock of her hair as she gazes at him.

“Yeah…” James repeats, still just confused as he was a moment ago.

“Go to the celebration with me?” She requests, getting straight to the point.

“Wow. Um…”

“Julie.” She supplies, thinking he was asking for her name.

“Julie.” James repeats. “I’m flattered…”

He scans the courtyard, trying to buy himself some time. His eyes pass over your figure before locking onto you once more. James looks quickly between you and Julie before returning his attention to her. He remembers the article and knows what he has to do.

Be direct. Avoid miscommunication. Show off your feathers.

James stands up straight and rolls his shoulders, releasing some of the tension he was feeling.

“I’m gonna have to pass.”

“What?” She says, dropping the piece of hair she was previously toying with.

“There’s someone I’m interested in.” James tells her. As if that wasn’t clear enough, he raises his hand and points a finger in your direction. “It’s actually that girl there.”

Several gasps are heard throughout the courtyard, your friends being the loudest. Still, that doesn’t deter James from his confession in the slightest.

Don’t be wishy washy, Prongs. He thinks to himself. It’s now or never.

“Her name’s Y/N and I've fancied her since the beginning of the year. I’m planning to ask her to be my date.”

James looks past Julie, locking eyes with you and smiling sheepishly.

“Though I guess it's not much of a secret anymore, huh?” He asks, taking slow steps towards you, almost as if he’s scared you’ll run away.

“Not really.” You shake your head, smiling softly as you stand from your seat and take a tiny step towards yourself.

“Confessing your feelings for someone in the middle of a packed courtyard is quite the opposite of a secret.” You inform him, very clearly poking fun as you take another step closer.

“Oh, ha ha.” James laughs sarcastically, though judging by his fond smile it’s obvious that he isn’t bothered in the slightest.

“Awe, come on. I’m just teasing.” You assure him. Repeating his own words from that night you had rounds together. “It was cute.”

“You’re cute.” James flirts back.

You cross your arms, staring at him skeptically.

“Last time I was beautiful. Now I’m cute. What’s with the demotion?”

James rolls his eyes with a huff but grabs your hands nonetheless.

“You are beautiful.” He confirms with a nod. “And cute.”

You beam at him.

“And I meant what I said.” James clarifies, leaving no room for doubt. “I really, really like you.”

“So do I.” You admit shyly, swinging your clasped hands.

James smiles at the confession before it turns into a mischievous grin.

“Really? Even though I’m not a man?”

It takes you a moment to register what he’s just said, and when you do, you can’t help but let out an incredulous laugh.

“Oh my gods. Are you serious right now?”

“What? I was just asking.” He manages to say in between giggles.

“You are so annoying.” You tell him, shaking your head.

“You love it.”

You roll your eyes with a smile because you know he’s right. Teasing and all, you do love being with James. And James smiles back at you because he’s just the same.

[eufezco]

MOONY'S BACK! 𓂃 𓈒 ❀

marauder!remus lupin x slytherin!reader

synopsis — remus returns from his first date with you, a slytherin girl, and has to face his friends’ teasing in the common room.

fluff

remus entered the gryffindor common room.

he felt his heart beating harder than usual and his nose and cheeks were flushed from the cold air—and perhaps something more. the fire crackled softly in the hearth. before going in, remus knew the common room won't be empty. his friends had been insufferably annoying all week about this day and remus had a feeling they’d been waiting for him to return.

and sure enough, they were there. sirius lounged across the armchair closest to the fire, his legs draped over one arm and his head resting against the other. james was seated on the couch, reading a copy of quidditch weekly, while lily was resting against his body, with her head on his chest. peter was lying on the floor talking to her.

—moony's back! —peter announced. not even a second after remus set a foot into the common room. the moment those words left peter’s mouth, james, lily and sirius jumped from their seats.

—oh he's cheeks are more red than his gryffindor scarf!

remus touched them with the back of his hand as he took off his coat and scarf and left them hanging on a chair. —it's because of the snow outside.

—yeah, sure it's not because of that slytherin girl.

—did she kissed you? —peter asked straight up.

remus cheeks grew even hotter but he didn't answer to the question.

—you gotta tell us everything, moony! come on!

lily dragged him next to the fireplace and forced him to sit on the rug.

—is it really necessary? —remus asked, dying of embarrassment as he glanced up at his friends, who were eagerly looking back at him. james and sirius went back to sit on the couch, lily and peter were sitting in front of him on the floor.

—of course, it is! —lily said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

—oh, come on, moony, we’re all dying here, we've been waiting all afternoon. we just want to know how the date of the century went.

remus rolled his eyes at sirius words.

james decided that it was his time to join sirius' teasing. —yeah, and with a slytherin girl, no less. did she try to hex you? or, i dunno, bite you?

—good question, prongs. did she call you a blood traitor between compliments?

lily let out a dramatic sigh, giving them a sharp look. —you two are absolutely insufferable, —she said and turned back to remus, her voice softening. —don’t listen to them. they’re just jealous you had an actual date.

—she didn’t hex me, bite me, or called me a blood traitor, alright? she was perfectly nice and we had a great time —. remus stated. james and sirius huffed a laugh.

—a great time is suspiciously vague. care to elaborate?

remus played with his hands, the heat coming back to his cheeks when he started to remember everything.

—did she like the flowers, remus? —peter asked with excitement.

remus stood at the door of the castle, waiting for you. every time he looked at the bouquet in his hands, the wildflowers he carefully picked himself, he felt a little ridiculous. maybe it was too much for a first date. what if you thought it was silly? or worse, what if you didn’t like flowers at all? what if you were allergic to flowers? —flowers, moony? bold move. what’s next, planning the wedding? he shouldn't have told james and sirius. they spent the whole morning teasing him, and now their words were stuck on repeat in his mind. but peter told him it was a good idea, you were always so focused in herbology so you'd most likely loved them. in the middle of all the overthinking, remus heard the soft sound of footsteps on stone. he looked up, and there you were, walking down the stair with a shy but bright smile. your heart beat faster after seeing remus and you had to focus on the stairs, the last thing you wanted was to trip and make a fool of yourself in front of him. still, you only could think about how sweet he looked, nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other. —hi —you said, your voice a little breathless but smiling. —hi —he replied. remus held out the bouquet. —these are for you. i thought you might like them. your eyes fell to the flowers. it was a careful mix of pinks, yellows and whites. the gesture made your chest ache in the best way because you know that he picked them himself for you. —they’re beautiful, —you said, your fingers brushing his as you took them. —thank you, remus. i love them.

—yes! i knew she'd love them —. peter said, triumphant.

—tell us, moony, did you hold her hand?

—padfoot, the audacity! —james gasped dramatically. —you held her hand on the first date, moony? i don't know who you are anymore!

remus rolled his eyes while he rubbed his hands, brushing over his thick scars. he tried not to hold your hand, not because he didn’t want to, but because he knew you’d notice the scars. and though he knew you weren’t the kind of person to say anything unkind, the thought of you touching them, of you asking about them, made his stomach twist.

to avoid falling in the snow, you had hooked your arm in remus'. you were laughing, your boots crunching through the snow, the conversation had flowed easily as always happened between you two. you were so comfortable in his presence that you didn't even realize that your hand began to slide down his arm, fingers tracing along the thick fabric of his coat until they slipped into his, curling naturally around his hand. when you glanced up at him, his cheeks were red but his lips curved into a shy smile. remus didn’t pull away. if anything, his hand tightened around yours. the scars on his hands didn’t matter to you. you noticed them long ago, during one of those afternoons in the library when the two of you studied together. he was flipping through the pages of a book and you saw them. it wasn’t hard to tell that he was self-conscious about them, he always wore the longest sweaters, ones that hung just past his wrists and sometimes even covered all his hands. that’s why you never asked him about it, except when you noticed some fresh ones, you couldn't help but ask him if he was okay.

—she was the one who held your hand! —james repeated. —moony, i think this girls wants to marry you.

—we’ll start planning the wedding now. peter, you can handle the flowers, moony’s already set the tone with that bouquet.

and they all laughed, even lily, who usually rolled her eyes at sirius and james’s relentless teasing, and remus, who usually found himself the victim of their jokes, couldn’t help but crack a smile.

—but come on, keep telling us!

—well, we walked to hogsmeade and we first visited some bookstores. she loves reading, she was so excited, practically dragging me around the place to show me her favorite sections and i had no complaints, as you can imagine.

james and sirius exchanged a look in disbelief and for once, neither of them could think of something to say. they had never seen their friend remus like this.

it wasn’t that girls hadn’t shown interest in him before, they had. but remus had always been polite, reserved, never letting things go past a conversation about books or classwork. he’d keep his distance, waving them hi in the corridors, showing them shy smiles, remembering their names, listening when they spoke, even sharing his notes if they needed help.

but dating? that had always seemed beyond him. it was complicated, messy, and exposed.

—merlin’s beard, —sirius murmured not wanting to interrupt remus who kept talking about you. sirius glanced at james with wide eyes. —she’s breaking down his walls.

james nodded slowly, an incredulous grin spreading across his face. —and he’s letting her.

the moment you turned the corner, your eyes landed on the familiar wooden sign swinging gently in the breeze, your favorite bookstore. it was small, away from the main street of hogsmeade, often closed when you visited, as if it only opened for those who truly needed it. you gasped, catching your breath in surprise. —it’s open! and he didn’t resist, letting you drag him toward the door. remus could immediately see why you liked the store so much, it was cozy, small but inviting, and it smelled like coffee and wood. run by an elderly woman who greeted you both as you entered, she gave you a knowing nod, as though she’d seen your excitement countless times before. —it's good that you've finally brought your boyfriend here. a handsome gryffindor boy, no less, welcome dear. remus froze for a split second, his cheeks hot red. —oh, i... um... —he looked at you for help. you couldn’t help but laugh at his expression, though your own cheeks felt a little warm. —he’s not my... —you started, but the old woman waved you off with a twinkle in her eye. —no need to explain, dear, you don’t have to tell an old woman what’s plain to see —. she winked at you both before turning back to her counter. you nudged him playfully. —don’t worry, she says things like that to everyone. probably —remus gave you a skeptical look but couldn’t help smiling as he let you lead him deeper into the shop.

of course, he didn't tell his friends about this, he didn't even want to think about how much james and sirius would tease him.

remus continued talking about you. lily looked at him closely, wanting to know everything he could tell her about you. —she has good taste in books, she recommended me one about history of magic, she says it will make that class more interesting and help me pay more attention.

—that's so sweet of her. she noticed that you zone out during history of magic —. a sweet giggle escaped lily's lips.

remus rubbed the back of his neck. —yeah, i guess it’s not exactly a secret. —he shook his head, he didn't want to talk about history of magic right now, he wanted to keep talking about you. —then we went to the three broomstick.

—let me guess, she ordered something weird, like firewhisky, and you had to pretend to be cool with it?

remus rolled his eyes. —no, sirius. she ordered butterbeer, like a normal person.

—remus, you two seem to be very comfortable around each other —lily said, her tone innocent, but the mischievous twinkle in her eyes betrayed her. —there had to be a kiss.

sirius and james shared a look, they seemed genuinely surprised by lily’s boldness but they didn't say anything because they were more interested in remus' answer. the heat of his cheeks spread all the way up to his ears. james’s eyes widened as he caught remus’s expression. —so there was a kiss! —he exclaimed, pointing a finger at him like he’d just solved a mystery.

—do we really need to talk about this?

—yes! —all four of them said in unison.

you sat across from remus, the soft light from the lanterns of the three broomsticks lightened his face with a soft glow. it caught the silvery scars that lined his cheek, making them shimmer faintly, though he seemed oblivious to it. a single butterbeer sat between you, the two of you had been sharing it. you pointed at the corner of remus’s mouth. —oh, you have something, —you said, gesturing to the spot. —where? —he asked, looking confused as he swiped at his mouth. —no, it’s more to the... —you leaned over the table. —here, let me. you reached out and used your thumb to gently wipe away the trace of butterbeer at the corner of his lips. the moment leaned in closer, just a few inches apart now, his golden-brown eyes widened slightly, his breath catching as he looked at you. you closed the gap, your lips brushed his in a sweet kiss. remus froze for a moment but then he closed his eyes and melted into it. when you pulled back, his cheeks were pink, his expression soft as he said —you, um... you missed a spot. you laughed, your own cheeks warm as you sat back down. —i’ll get it next time.

the room went silent for a beat. peter sat there thinking, confusion spreading across his face. james was the one who broke the silence as he threw his head back, laughing. —that’s brilliant! the old ‘you’ve got something on your face’ trick.

peter was still confused. sirius shook his head. —she’s bold. i like her.

lily was smiling warmly. —i think it’s cute, —she said. —clearly, she’s not afraid to show how she feels.

peter’s eyes widened and he gasped as the realization hit him. —so she kissed you twice! —he exclaimed.

sirius groaned. it was working just fine, they were all surprised that remus had told them about another kiss and not the one they had seen from the common room, but they handled it just fine and knew how to hide it, all except peter. sirius threw one of the pillows at him. —you idiot!

remus frowned, it was true that you kissed him twice but how could peter possibly know that? —you spied on us?!

—spied is a strong word —. james said.

peter lifted his arms defensively, ducking as another pillow came flying his way. —no, not spy! we just… saw you two walking back to the castle. by accident! while we were… uh, checking the weather.

james smirked, leaning back in his seat. —exactly and that second kiss? didn’t think you were that much taller than her, moony, but there she was, standing on her tiptoes in the snow. pretty romantic, actually.

remus was mortified.

you walked arm in arm with remus back to the castle, his presence keeping you warm enough from the cold weather outside. the date went better than you ever could have imagined. remus was charming, thoughtful, and surprisingly funny. every moment with him felt genuine, like the two of you existed in a bubble where nothing else mattered. as you neared the castle, you found yourself thinking about how you didn't want the evening to end. you stopped face to face, you had to say goodbye but the words didn't come out of any of yours mouth. you didnt want it to end. remus stood there, his hands awkwardly tucked into the pockets of his coat, his gaze flickering between your face and the ground. —well... —you both said at the same time. —see you tomorrow in class. you nodded. —yeah, see you tomorrow —. your arms wrapped around him in a gentle hug. his arms slowly went around your waist, pulling you in just a little bit closer. when you pulled back from the hug, the space between you was closer, and you couldn’t help but notice how his eyes lingered on your lips. your heart beat faster in your chest, and before either of you could think too much about it, you stood on your tiptoes and closed the distance, pressing your lips to his one more time. remus took his hands out of his pockets to hold your face and yours pressed against his chest. when you finally pulled away, the smile on remus’s face told you everything you needed to know. —see you tomorrow, then? —you whispered softly, still a little dazed from the kiss. he nodded, his smile never fading. —yeah. tomorrow.

—and you should be grateful that i didn't let them use the invisibility cloak —. lily added.

remus groaned, dragging his hands down his face. —grateful? you’ve got to be joking.

lily's expression softened as she leaned forward. —but seriously, remus, it sounds like it was a nice date. it’s good to see you happy.

—yeah, it was great seeing that slytherin trying to suck your soul and you gladly letting her do it.

lily gave sirius a sharp look, but even she couldn't suppress a small smile at his teasing. remus, however, looked like he might die of embarrassment as he buried his face in his hands again.

—i'm so done with this conversation —. remus added as he stood up from the floor. he wanted to go to sleep as soon as possible so that tomorrow he would arrive earlier.

james just grinned. —you can’t stop now, moony. we’ve just started.

[uramakimochi]

LIKE FATHER LIKE SON

James Potter x Reader

WARNINGS: just fluff, FEM!R + use of Y/n, nonVoldemort!au, dilf!James + mamasboy!Harry being protective of their wife/mom and Y/n being done with them lol, Lucius and Draco Malfoy being Lucius and Draco Malfoy.

English is not my first language so feel free to correct me.

"James Fleamont Potter, what is this?"

James looked up from his coffee cup and raised his head to look at you, seeing you waving a paper envelope in front of his eyes.

"A letter?" he asked ironically.

You nodded, placing it in front of his eyes on the table and crossing your arms.

"Uh-uh. And can you tell me who it was sent by?"

James focused his gaze on the elegant writing and logo printed on the envelope.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizard-

When he realized where it was coming from, James had to double check, not having realized the first time and almost spit the coffee on you.

"From Howgwarts?!" he exclaimed, turning sharply towards you.

You nodded.

"It's strange that they called us, they only do it when it's something serious" you murmured worriedly. "What if something happened to Harry?"

James raised his arm to untie your crossed arms and grab your hand.

"Why don't we read what it's about first, mh? Maybe we're just worrying about nothing" he asked, giving you an encouraging smile.

You slowly nodded and James opened the envelope, taking out the letter and reading it on his own first. When you noticed his expression drop, you realized that maybe it really was something serious.

"Oh crap..." he muttered.

"What? What does it say?"

You came up behind him to read the contents of the letter and felt a pang in your heart when you saw what it was about.

"Oh… Oh crap indeed"

When you and James arrived at Hogwarts, some students stared at you strangely but you ignored them and walked to the main door. As soon as you opened it, you were met by Professor McGonagall, who had an expression of concern on her face equal to yours.

"Oh, i'm glad you're here my dears" she said, advancing towards you.

"Minnie, what happened with Harry?" James asked.

"Is he okay?" you continued.

The woman alternated her gaze from you to him in silence for a couple of seconds and then let out a sigh.

"Follow me" she only said, then she turned and walked down the corridor. And the more you and James walked, the more you realized that the road you were on wasn't the one to Dumbledore's office, but the one that led to the hospital wing. You and James exchanged a worried look, but you didn't say anything.

After a few minutes you arrived at the door of the infirmary and before you could enter, Minerva turned to look at you.

"We don't usually call parents, but your presence has been explicitly requested... By Lucius Malfoy himself"

At hearing that name, James didn't help himself from making a groan and rolling his eyes, while you let out a breath through your nose. This was not good.

"Great" James said annoyed.

You placed a hand on his arm and then looked back at her.

"Professor can you tell us what happened, please?"

Minerva gave you a heartened smile. Unlike your husband who always called her by that nickname, you were always more formal towards her and she always appreciated that.

"I was told that Harry and Draco have been involved in an argument a bit… Rough" the woman said cautiously. "Well, they fought after the Quidditch match"

"What?!" you exclaimed.

"Who won?!" James said with hopeful eyes.

You and Minerva turned to look at him unimpressed. James chuckled sheepishly.

"Sorry, wrong question. Harry won, didn't he?"

Minerva ignored him, looking back at you and you rolled your eyes.

"Why is Lucius here?" you asked, crossing your arms.

The teacher let out a small sigh.

"It's nothing new that your sons don't get along, but this time Mr. Malfoy insisted on discussing this situation with the parents of the person who continues to mistreat their child"

"It's not Harry who mistreats him!" James said immediately, already feeling his soul heating up with anger. "It's that brat with gelled hair that keeps provoking him, but unlike Harry, he isn't capable of defending himself!"

"James" you called, trying to calm him down.

Minerva looked at you both with a sympathetic look. It was obvious that she also supported what James said, but as a teacher she had to try to be as neutral as possible and make both students understand that they were wrong. And then, it was better not to go against the Malfoys too much.

"If you want to go, they are waiting for you" the woman only said, indicating the door with a wave of her hand.

You glanced at James and without waiting for his permission, you threw open the door, rushing into the infirmary.

"Harry James Potter!"

Harry jumped from under the covers when he heard your voice echo throughout the hospital wing.

"Crap..." he cursed under his breath.

Hermione, who was sitting in a chair next to his bed, looked at him worriedly. Standing behind her, Ron looked between him and you, terrified.

"Uh-oh. I think your mother is angry, Harry" he muttered and Harry tried to slide under the sheets, as if to hide.

The three Gryffindors saw you advance towards them, followed by James. When you were close to the bed, Hermione stood up instinctively and both she and Ron stepped back, leaving Harry alone in your jaws.

You looked him up and down, crossing your arms and tapping your foot on the floor. Harry and James exchanged a look and as Harry tried to ask him for help with his eyes, not wanting to face your fury, James looked at him with a smirk that seemed to say "You're a goner, kid".

"Mom" he murmured. "I can explain"

"Oh, but i don't need explanations my dear, because i've already been told everything" you replied.

Harry looked down, staying silent and waiting for your next move. Until... With a sigh you leaned towards him and hugged him tightly, stroking his hair with one hand.

"I'm glad you're okay, darling" you murmured.

Harry felt taken aback, but when he looked at James and saw him smile tenderly, he realized there was nothing to worry about and returned the hug. You gave him a couple of kisses on the cheek and then you pulled away and sat next to him on the mattress, leaving the chair to Hermione.

Flick!

"Ah!"

Harry narrowed his eyes when you gave him a little flick on his forehead with your finger and James chuckled.

"That's because you got into a fight" you said in a fake stern tone, but still serious.

Harry nodded solemnly, while Ron and Hermione looked at him in relief. The worst was over.

"Harry" James then said, walking up behind you and placing a hand on your shoulder. "What happened with Malfoy?"

"Darling, we were worried when we got the letter" you continued, covering James' hand with yours. "We thought something serious had happened"

"It's all Malfoy's fault!" Ron exclaimed.

You and James turned to look at him.

"Yes, he was angry because the Slytherins lost the Quidditch match and he taunted Harry as usual" Hermione continued.

You let out a small sigh.

"That little boy will never learn, will he?" you murmured. "He's only good with words. Just like his father"

James looked back at Harry, who hadn't answered his question and had remained silent, his eyes focused on the bedsheets. He was being too silent.

"There's more, isn't there?" your husband asked, getting all of you's attention.

Harry looked at him almost shyly and made a fist with his hand. Yes, there was more, but he didn't have the courage to say it.

"Harry" you called softly and he looked at you. "You can tell us everything. You know that, right?"

Harry exchanged glances with Ron and Hermione, who knew exactly what Harry wasn't going to say. She gave him a small smile of encouragement and he mouthed "Tell them" with his lips. Your son hesitated, but after a few seconds he took a breath and told the truth.

"Malfoy insulted you, mom"

You immediately felt James' hand tighten on your shoulder.

"Oh Harry-" you tried to say, but he continued.

"He called you a mudblood and he said you didn't deserve to be in the world and other stupid things"

You fell silent, but James had the opposite reaction as you.

"He said what?!"

You continued to look at your son, who huffed.

"I know you always tell me that Malfoy's words aren't worth listening to and you're right. But this time i couldn't resist, i'm sorry. I couldn't let him say those things about you"

You let out another small sigh, but then smiled slightly. You leaned towards him and caressed his cheek with one hand, gently running your thumb over the patch on the bridge of his nose.

"Harry, sweetheart. I appreciate you standing up for me, i really do. But i've learned not to care about what the Malfoys and those who think the same say about me, by now. And even if there's always you and dad, i can handle myself when i want too, anyway" you said, making him smile. "But i don't want you to get in trouble for my name again, okay? You need to prove that you're better than that"

When he nodded slowly, you raised the pinky of your free hand.

"Promise me" you ordered softly.

Harry intertwined his pinky with yours, murmuring a "I promise" and you gave him a small kiss on the forehead, while Hermione watched the scene tenderly.

"Well well well, here's the whole family reunited"

You all turned towards the new voice and both Harry and James clenched their fists when they saw Malfoy and Malfoy Jr behind him. James didn't say it out loud, but he was proud on the inside to see that Draco looked worse than Harry. He deserved it.

"Potter" Lucius said looking at James, raising his cane. "I hope you are willing to apologize to me for your son's unruly behavior"

James crossed his arms.

"None of us will apologize, because YOUR son only got what he deserved"

"And yet he only told the truth" Lucius continued, shifting his gaze to you and you glared at him. "And i'm not surprised that your son is raised this way, when his mother is nothing more than a filthy, unworthy mudblood. Pathetic"

James gritted his teeth and took a step towards him.

"Say that again, i dare you"

Behind them, Harry and Draco were also exchanging challenging glances.

"James" you called out to him, but he ignored you.

Lucius smirked and pointed the tip of his cane at you.

"That woman is scum. People like her should just die-"

SBAM!

Lucius was forced to stop when James punched him squarely in the nose, knocking him backwards.

"Father!" Draco exclaimed, frightened.

"James!" you yelled, standing up and running to him. Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at the scene with wide eyes, but also with satisfied smiles on their lips.

"Were all the beatings i gave you at school not enough for you!? Haven't you learned your lesson yet, after all these years?!" James exclaimed angrily. "You're just as vapid as your son, you're only good at giving air to your stupid mouth!"

He took a step towards Lucius, but you grabbed onto his arm, trying to pull him back.

"James no-"

"I don't give a shit if i'll go to Azkaban for what i'm about to say, Malfoy. I solemnly swear, that if i hear you or your son insult my wife one more time, you'll be the one who's going to die. I swear it"

Lucius from the floor looked at your husband with a look of disgust, wiping the blood from his nose with his thumb and James looked back with a murderous one, breathing heavily. The tension between the two men was suddenly broken by the voice of Madame Pomfrey, who was approaching the scene.

"Does this seem to be the time and place to fight you two?!" the woman snapped with anger. "This is an infirmary and you're not students anymore! Stop acting like children and leave right now!"

James and Lucius glared at each other for the last time, until the latter hastily got up and walked briskly out of the hospital wing, followed by Draco. Some students lying on the beds who had witnessed the scene, including your son and his friends, clapped and whistled in support for James. You ran a hand over your face, embarrassed at all that attention, but they were immediately shushed by Madame Pomfrey.

"You too Potter! Visiting hours are over!" she exclaimed again, waving a hand, annoyed.

When you were sure that James had calmed down, you let go of him to move closer to Harry again.

"Sorry honey, but we have to go now. We'll see you for the holidays, okay? I love you" you said quickly, kissing his head and cheek.

"Me too, mom"

You took James' hand and dragged him towards the exit, turning to look at your son one last time.

"And remember our promise!"

Those were your last words before you closed the door behind you, entering the silence of the hallway. Then you turned to your husband and gave him a small slap on the back of the head.

"Ow!" he exclaimed, immediately covering the affected spot with his hand and turning to look at you. "What was that for?"

You crossed your arms over your chest.

"You idiot! Didn't you hear anything about the speech i gave to our son??"

A few weeks later, one evening during the Christmas holidays, the Potter family and friends were all gathered in the living room of the Potter's household.

"I can't believe it AHAHAHAH!" Sirius's thunderous laughter echoed throughout the house. "Oh, how i wish i was there to see it! Y/n, you should have owled me!"

You glared at him.

"Sure, so instead of trying to convince these two-” you said, placing your hands on the heads of your husband and son. "-that arguing with the Malfoys is a waste of time, you would've only encouraged them to continue"

"And from what i understood Harry did a great job!" Sirius continued, looking at Harry, who smiled sheepishly. "Well done son, i'm proud of you"

You sat on the couch between James and Harry and the former wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you towards him.

"I think the only one here with any sense that understands my point of view by now is Rem"

The aforementioned gave you a small, uncertain smile.

"Well... If James, Sirius and Harry weren't there, nothing would stop me from punching Malfoy in the face. Be it the old or the young one"

You widened your eyes, feeling betrayed, while everyone else burst out laughing.

"Remus!"

Remus chuckled with red cheeks.

"Dollface, those fuckers deserved it" Sirius continued, taking a sip from his goblet. "And we are your best friends, so if anyone dares to mess with you we will not hesitate to defend you. Just accept it and it'll be easier for you"

You sighed in resignation, while James smiled, tilting his face to leave a couple of kisses on your head.

"That scene was amazing though! Iconic!" Ron exclaimed with a toothy grin. "I don't think i'll ever forget the face Lucius and Draco made"

"Dad was so cool" Harry said.

James looked at the two boys, puffing out his chest proudly.

"Well, i had to defend my woman" he said and you giggled, resting your head against his body.

"James, can i ask you a question?" Hermione asked suddenly.

"Ask away, darling"

"What did you mean by what you said to Lucius? When you asked him if all the beatings you gave him at school weren't enough. Had this already happened when you were our age?"

"Oh several times, unfortunately" Sirius replied before James could and then he continued drinking his wine.

"Y/n and Lily were often picked on by Slytherin pureblood students" Remus continued.

Harry turned to look at you with sad eyes, not knowing about the torment you had endured during your years at Hogwarts. You noticed this and gave him a thoughtful smile, reaching out to his hand and squeezing it, as if to say, "Don't worry about me, it's over now".

"But we were always there to protect them, right?" James then asked, lowering his head to look at you and when he saw your look he quickly added. "Even though they didn't need it and could handle themselves~"

"You must know, my dear kids" Sirius interjected again, referring to the three teenagers present "That the brave knight James here, was always ready to save his beloved princess Y/n. He didn't care what the consequences were"

Both you and James blushed, exchanging a loving look, while Harry, Hermione and Ron looked at you tenderly.

"And it's good to know that Harry would do the same for his mother" Remus said then. "Like father like son"

"Aah i love this family so much, i swear!" Sirius sighed, opening his arms wide and almost spilling the wine on the floor.

And everyone laughed.

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