Yes , I am <3 . I mainly write about Harry Potter . But , I will gladly write about Some Marvel characters and Percy Jackson Characters , but only if requested so .
Summary: When Percy disappears one morning, without a trace, do you realize how bad you had it for him. (Gender neutral, because why not <3. No Godly parent specified)
Warnings: None. Just angst.
Camp Half-Blood was a mess that morning. Yes, while the weather was warm and peaceful, no one could overlook the dark clouds of panic and fear that had settled in the camp.
Percy Jackson, son of the Sea God Poseidon, hero of the war with Kronos at Olympus, was nowhere to be found.
And you were informed of it early in the morning, when a worried Annabeth came knocking on your cabin door. Soon, the camp was in a frenzy, everyone searching for him, while you hopelessly tried to calm Annabeth, who was inconsolable by the time noon rolled along.
All cabins had been searched, the forest, the lake side, the gardens, the arena, everything. His mother had been written to, in order to know if she knew about his whereabouts. But that only made matters worse, for now they had a panicked Sally Jackson on their hands too.
You rushed around the whole camp, alerting every camper, to see if they could help. Chiron had been informed, of course. And for some odd reason, Mr D wasn’t around. But even by evening, there was no trace of him. All of his stuff was still in his cabin, except for him. And, Riptide, which he always kept with him.
Dinner was gloomy, silence had taken over. Sadness was visible on most campers’ faces. Annabeth was crying and arguing with Chiron about Percy, questioning him as to why they couldn’t find him, and had made up her mind to go looking for him. But you went up to her and put an arm around her shoulder, realizing it was best if there was someone to help her, to support her. Her boyfriend (a very much reckless boyfriend, who had quite a hard time staying away from trouble) had disappeared, and they had no clue whatsoever if he was even alive or not.
No, Gods forbid, no, if that happened, if he wasn’t alive...no, it won’t happen, it won’t. Stop thinking about stupid stuff, he’ll be alright. He is alright. You thought to yourself. But again, could you believe your own words? As you rubbed your hand up and down’s Annabeth’s back, trying to comfort her, while she refused about wanting help, even though you knew she needed it a damn lot, you couldn’t help but think...I need help too.
And before you knew it, tears were clouding your eyesight, while you buried them inside again. You wouldn’t, and couldn’t dare to let them slip out in front of anyone, especially a friend who needed help. But how could you not feel guilt and sadness overcome you, as you wanted to cry over the boyfriend of the very girl wrapped in your arms? How could you not feel as if you were betraying her, when you too felt your heart do a summersault inside your chest whenever you saw the very boy she was crying over? How could you not cry when a part of you went missing with him too?
But it was different. You were in no position to cry over a boy who never reciprocated your feelings. It was just a silly crush. You were nothing to him more than a passerby. Meanwhile him and her, they’d been everywhere together, seen everything, suffered and struggled until they found peace in each other. Who were you to interfere? What did your feelings even mean? But you knew the answer, but too guilty to feel freely, too hesitant to accept, and even more scared to act upon them. And isn’t it why you lost him? No, you could’ve never lost him when he was never truly yours to begin with.
And then you thought back to the day when your heart had broken. The day you came to dinner, injured, sad and grieving the death of fellow campmates, but content at it all being over, only to find something that you should have seen coming, but it still shocked you nonetheless.
Percy and Annabeth, on the Poseidon table, kissing. Yup, that hurt. But you did cover it up, when you saw how happy he looked. And then the two were hauled on the shoulders of other campers and dropped into the lake. You couldn’t see what was happening, but you didn’t need to. You knew it already. The night was spent crying alone in your cabin, not knowing what to do. But above all, it made you feel guilty, when Annabeth recited all details to you the next day, and all you could think of was being in her place. In the past few months, you had learnt to live with it. Their hugs, kisses and smiles, laughter and jokes, all directed towards each other. While all you could do was pretend to be happy for your friend, while your broken heart wept in pain.
And now it felt as if that broken heart had died, with no sight of the boy around. You missed his sea green eyes, his hair and his cheeky smile, and you were scared, disheartened. But you could do nothing but sit there as his girlfriend cried in your arms, her sobs making an uncomfortable, stinging feeling arise in your chest. And you realised...maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t just a silly crush you had on him after all.
James Potter fic inspired by You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift
Pairing :: James Potter x F!reader
Summary :: James Potter, your best friend, gets a girlfriend. You hate him for it because you’re in love with him, but it’s because you love him that you pretend it isn’t eating you alive. But it doesn’t take James long to realise that everything he’s ever wanted was right there the whole time.
Warnings/Tags :: swearing, tiny bit of misogyny, modern!marauders, rugby player!james, rugby player!sirius, university!marauders, self doubt, rushed ending sorry!!
Words :: 7k
You couldn't pinpoint the exact moment you found yourself enamoured with the wildcard that was your best friend, James Potter. The exact moment you found yourself blushing every time he spoke to you in a cheesy way, or when you found your skin erupting in goosebumps every time his fingers trailed up your arm.
The exact moment you realised you were in love with the boy you had spent half your life being around, was probably when all of the moments you cherished so deeply were ripped right out from underneath you. When you realised he was no longer yours to share any of those moments with anymore.
When James had told you that he had gotten a girlfriend, you wanted to laugh at first honestly. You wanted to pinch yourself, hoping to snap yourself from the nightmare which was the brunette he had wrapped around his firm arm.
She wasn't a sight for sore eyes, that was for sure. She was a picturesque version of everything you could've ever wanted to be and more. Her long hair that trailed down her back just above the fold at the top of her skirt, and her dark skin that melded into James's perfectly as one.
The final straw would've been the pretty smile plastered across her face, but it was when she used her perfect mouth to speak, that you forgot all of her intimidating attributes and you actually laughed.
"Y/N?" She snarked, "James has never mentioned you before."
"Yes, I have!" He laughed, clasping his hand around her arm, "I talk about her the time." God, was the boy clueless. It was kind of pitiful, but you would never blame him for being so naive. Especially right now.
"No, you haven't, Jamesie." She almost pouted at him, batting her eyelashes his way. You could've heaved right then and there at the nickname she had used on him. You could tell James could've also, his eyes pinching together in a wince that quickly formed into a tight smile at the girl. You weren’t sure if he was embarrassed by her, or just the nickname she had chosen. Probably both.
"Yeah, y’know? Our families are friends, I've known her ever since-"
"What was your name again, sorry?" You couldn't listen to him try to redeem himself any longer, it hurt honestly. He didn’t need to defend you just because she pretended not to remember you. Sure, he always jumped to your defence, no matter what. But it pained you to watch him get so flustered at how awfully this first impression was going.
“Olivia.” She smiled weakly.
“That’s a lovely name.” You returned the gesture, but really it was more pointed towards your best friend.
James on the other hand just dropped his head low. He wasn’t sure what had come over his girlfriend, she had never acted so abrupt since he had met her. Maybe it was the nerves? Meeting new people can be scary for some, especially when meeting your new boyfriend's best friend. He hoped that was all it was.
“Well, I’m going to go grab a drink.” You broke the awkward silence that had settled over the three of you. It was only then, that you had time to think about the situation you were actually in.
James had gotten a girlfriend. The mere thought of James being with someone that wasn’t you, made your throat close up and struggle with strained breaths. The official dumbfounded aftershock had settled from your mind and you were now on the verge of tears thinking about James and another.
You were always one to laugh in the face of such stupidity. But now you looked at James as he smiled at Olivia, leaning forward to peck the corner of her mouth. She then reached up to wipe the red lipstick from his lips with a perfectly manicured hand.
God, were you going to be sick?
“You okay, Y/N?” James's question confirmed that not only did you feel like being sick, you must have looked it too.
“Yeah, you look a bit pale.” Not right now, thanks, Olivia.
“Drink…” You murmured, “I’m going to get a drink, you guys want one?” You barely gave the two any time to answer before you were traipsing off away from them, towards the drink table.
To your luck, Sirius and Remus were sitting on the faux leather couch beside the table that was topped with too many liquors to choose from. It was times like this you needed James, he was the one to always make your drinks for you. You were sure he probably realised that too, as soon as you said you were getting your own drink, not him. But there was no way you could be around him at this moment.
You didn’t even attempt to mix your own concoction, just walked over to the two boys draped over each other and squeezed yourself in between them. As soon as you found yourself settled, you let yourself take in one of those quick, staggered breaths. The kind of ones that always felt good when you were crying, but the situation surrounding them was never pleasing. You always hated that you could only find yourself doing it if you were a crying mess.
“Y’right, love?” Sirius questioned as he shifted so you could be more comfortable between him and Remus. Your cold body a harsh comparison to Remus’s warm, cosy one. He probably would’ve scolded you if you didn’t look so distraught.
“You met Olivia?” Remus questioned, coming to the conclusion his boyfriend couldn’t. His large, scarred hand came up to brush the flyaways from your damp cheeks.
All you did was nod against his hand, picking at your nails in your lap. Your mouth was downturned in a small frown which was disturbed by a hiccup.
“She’s a right twat, isn’t she?” Sirius laughed bitterly, “Dunno where he found her.” He made her sound like a lost puppy. Though it seemed like she was the way she trailed behind James, always with a hand around his wrist or hip. They needed a leash.
“Rubbish tip.” Remus laughed as well, his shoulders falling backwards. Sirius just snickered beside you.
Normally you weren’t one for talking down on women. Neither were they, honestly. But right now you didn’t care. She may or may not have deserved it, but at the moment it felt like she did.
You couldn’t even be angry at her. Maybe you could be angry at James for being such a naive, selfish, egotistical, self-centred prick. God, even describing him that way felt wrong. Felt good to think, but you knew there was zero meaning behind your thoughts. You could only be angry at yourself for being so self-seeking. You should’ve told him how you felt years ago when you had the chance. Because now that chance had been missed by a mile. Because, he looked happy, right? Who were you to fuck that up for him?
“She probably picked him up there.” You mumbled through wet lips. “Fucking idiot.”
“Jesus, Y/N.” Sirius laughed, though his eyebrows were pulled together, “When did you get so hard on him?”
“Are you serious?”
“That’s what they call me.”
“Fuck up,” Remus reached behind you to swat him up the head. Sirius just glared at him, rubbing his hair with a ring-clad hand.
“He shows up with her, and you expect me, to be happy about it?” You weren’t sure if you were sad or angry. Probably a mix of both.
“Look, maybe she’s just a phase?” Sirius rubbed his hand across your leg in a soothing matter. To which you only grabbed it in your own, your eyes tracing over his tattoos to distract yourself from everything happening.
“Yeah. Just a phase.”
Nausea started to settle in your stomach as bile was urging its way to leave your throat. You weren't sure if it was the amount of alcohol you had consumed on an empty stomach. Or if it was because when your eyes lazily scanned the room, they settled on the happy couple right before you at the drinks table. James pouring himself and Olivia a drink, as she had her arm draped around his waist, firmly holding him to her side. You were sure it wasn't in a romantic manner, but more of an overprotective one.
You observed as James noticed you between his other best friends, his eyes lighting up momentarily behind his glasses. He pulled himself from Olivia's overbearing grip, her face scrunching up into a scowl as she watched where the boy had been making his way over to.
"I feel sick," You began to excuse yourself, pushing yourself up off of the couch, bearing your weight on the two boys' inside thighs. Remus just looked at the boy beside him with a pained look, sensing your uncomfortable feeling was only because James was beelining towards you.
"Y/N?" James asked in that tone he only reserved for you, his hand on your shoulder sent a shiver up your back, his warm hand a stark comparison against your clammy skin. You felt yourself wanting to lean into his touch but you could feel Olivia's eyes burning into your back. You held yourself back, pulling yourself from his grip.
He looked so pretty tonight, it almost hurt. The sleeves of his brown sweater rolled up mid-arm, showing off the veins you knew he loved. His dark locks overgrowing their usual length, you almost wanted to reach up and brush them away from his eyes. You probably would’ve told him to get a haircut tonight, but you couldn’t fall into the comfortable conversation you always did with him. Not right now.
If you weren't fisting at your eyes with clamped hands, you would've seen the hurt look spread across James' face. You had never been one to pull away from him.
"Y'alright love?"
"Fuck," you mumbled under your breath, "Please don't ask me that. Why does everyone keep asking me that?" You pulled your lips together to form a firm line, your hand raised to rest on your forehead.
"You look properly ill, s'all." He laughed firmly.
"Thanks, James." You laughed back, no form of happiness actually behind the huff of air.
"What? No, I didn't mean it like that!" He bent down to look into your eyes, pulling your hand from your face to place it at your side. You couldn't even look him in the face, eyeing off every corner of the room instead of being met with his concerned eyes, "You drink too much, or...?"
"I'm just gonna go back to my dorm." You turned to wave the other two boys another goodbye, both their hands waving in a pitiful manner.
You didn't spare James or his new girlfriend a second goodbye, turning away from the both of them to make your way over towards the front door.
"I'll see you later then, yeah?" James raised his hand in the air as he watched you walk away, a confused frown across his face.
You turned one last time to unforgivingly look at the group. All you saw was Olivia pulling his arm down, and grabbing him by the jaw to lay a kiss on his face. James's lips turned towards the girl but his big confused doe eyes were still trained on you as you slipped out the door.
-
A phase right? God, you only wished that’s what they were. Where ever you looked around your university campus you would only be met with James and Olivia making out in the Library or in hallways, and if they weren't eating each other's faces, they would always find some way to be all over each other.
At first, you wanted to be angry with James. Wanted to hate him for doing this to you. But it didn't take you long to realise that whatever he had going on with Olivia, had absolutely nothing to do with you. Why would it? You and James had never had anything between you that was nothing but platonic. He could do what he wanted, even though you felt like it was wrong and she was bad for him.
You had never brought this up with him, never wanted to overstep. Never told him how, no matter how nice and amazing she seemed to him, Olivia could have been one of the worst people you had ever met. He was so blinded by love, it was ridiculous.
"How long have you known?" You questioned Sirius and Remus, perched up on James' bed in their dorm. You had always gone to the two for advice with James whenever he was out, they always knew how you felt towards your best friend.
"Know what?" Sirius questioned, running his fingers through Remus's hair, as his head was situated in his lap.
"Sirius..." You sighed.
"Look, we didn't know for long." He coughed, Remus eyeing him from the corner of his eye in a scolding manner.
"If you're just going to lie to me," You went to get up from the bed but stopped as Remus quickly sat up from Sirius's hold.
"Not long," Remus let out, causing you to pause your movements, "A few weeks at most. We didn't think they were that serious."
"Yeah, she honestly just seemed like a one-night stand." You sat back down to listen to what Sirus had to say, "That was until she kept hanging around our dorm and showing up to rugby practice,"
"Why have I never seen her before?"
"I don't know, you've been so busy lately with assignments and shit." Sirius huffed out a laugh but his smile quickly faded at your concerned look, "Look, as we said, they weren't that serious. Their relationship was much of a shock to us as it was to you."
You let out a loud huff, throwing yourself onto your back, leaning your head into James's pillows. The soft material falls around your head, enveloping you in his cologne and laundry detergent. You could've let out a small cry at the overwhelming sense of him. It had been a while since you had been around him, not letting yourself face him since you had met Olivia. You weren't sure if you felt guilty yourself, or angry at him. But it was too much.
You threw your hands to your face, covering your eyes that pricked with small tears. The boys could sense your uncomfortableness, their faces down turning into frowns as they heard little sniffles from underneath the pillow.
Sirius got up to walk over to you, his knees pressing into the firm mattress, "You want to be left alone for a bit?"
You nodded through the plush material, wiping at your damp cheeks, "Yes please," You sniffled.
"Alrighty, we'll come back later."
"Thank you."
You weren’t sure how long it took you to fall asleep, but you were assuming it wasn’t long. Because when you were awoken by a warm hand on your calf, your eyes, expecting to be stung by the bright light they fell asleep to, were welcomed by a dark hue shining through the curtains.
“Hey,” James soothed, giving your leg a small squeeze.
Your eyes shot open momentarily, bringing your hand to wipe the drool from your lips. “Shit, sorry James.” You cleared your throat, throwing your legs over the side of his bed.
“What for, love?”
You winced at the all-too-familiar pet name he gave you, one you normally would willingly accept with a smile, but you now shunned with a crease between your eyebrows.
Not only did the strained look not go unnoticed by James, but it also had him wringing his hands together, concerned about why all of a sudden you flinched at every pet name and caring word he would give you. Usually, you would reciprocate every nickname with one even more cheesy. Now he was only met with a frown.
“I didn’t mean to fall asleep, I was talking to the boys and I...” You inhaled sharply. You couldn’t help the change in demeanour, you had been avoiding him for a week and now he was all of a sudden at the foot of his bed, his thumb rubbing circles into your leg. “Got too comfy, I guess.” You sheepishly admitted, blush rising up your cheeks, pulling your chin to your chest.
“S’alright,” he reached out to brush the hair sticking to your clammy, post-nap skin, “I missed you, where you been?”
“You know where to find me,”
“Yeah, I know that. You’ve jus’ been a little distant, s’all.”
You inhaled sharply, biting back the urge to just blurt out everything you’ve been wanting to say to him since the last time you were together.
Oh, I don’t know, James? Maybe I’ve realised that our relationship meant a lot more to me than it did to you. For the last week, I spent every waking hour wondering what I did wrong to make you change everything about us. Blaming myself for ever wanting you that way in the first place. Realising that I’m probably the stupidest, most naive person to ever walk this planet. But, no, I’m not sure why I’ve been so distant.
But no, you couldn’t say a single thing to him. And you would never. You were the bigger person and you were going to prove that to not only yourself but to everyone else. You could be happy for him, you could push your feelings aside and be there for him. Because he was your best friend, and you loved him. No matter if your feelings were reciprocated or not, you could do it. No matter how much it hurt.
“Y/N?” He waved his hand across your unfocused line of sight, “You’re only proving my point here.”
You blinked lightly, straightening your back out, “Yeah, sorry. Been a little sick. Y’know whatever Remus had last week? Yeah, I think I caught that off him.”
“Oh okay.” He sighed, biting on his bottom lip gently, “You should’ve told me. Y’know I’m fun to be around when you’re sick.”
You couldn’t help but let the smile you were fighting overtake your face, but not quite letting it reach your eyes, “Yeah I know.” You trailed off slightly, “I just thought you would’ve been busy with Olivia, s’all.”
“Yeah, we have been a little busy, I guess.” He wiggled his eyebrows, elbowing you in your side. All you could do was giggle weakly. Pretending to be happy for him was going to be hard. But, you could do it. “You should hang out with us sometime. She’d love to get to know you.”
“Olivia?” You huff air from your nose, “Get to know me? I don’t know, we’re not exactly the same.” The same? Weren't even close. Polar opposites in fact. The fact you were so dissimilar made you wonder why you ever thought he would be interested in you of all people.
She held herself with such beauty and respect and clearly looked like she had had the ground she walked on, worshipped ever since she was born. Not saying she didn't have her struggles or hardships, we all do. But, she just looked so above that.
And of course, you found yourself beautiful- on a good day. But her beauty was different. Like she was born with it. Like she never had to discover herself and everything came so naturally to her. A natural beauty.
“Yeah, you guys have heaps in common!” You could’ve snorted at that. But, you didn’t.
“Yeah? I doubt it.”
“Why would you say that?” God, you really didn’t want to talk about this right now. It was like holding a hot poker to a fresh wound. But, you could suck it up.
“I don’t know.” You mumbled to him. “She just doesn’t seem to be anything like me.” She wasn’t you.
“Yeah! She’s into that band you like. ABBA!” He clasped your shoulder, smiling giddily. You hadn’t listened to ABBA in a very long time. Years probably. Of course, James knew that because you both liked the same things. “And she’s really funny.” Again, you could’ve snorted. “Not as funny as you, though. Don’t tell her I said that.”
Cutting his confession short, he pulls his phone out that was buzzing in his back pocket, “Speak of the devil.” He grins.
The devil.
“Hey, sweet thing.” He spoke into the phone. Good fucking lord, you hated this.
Straight away, you were drowning out whatever it was James was talking to Olivia about over the phone. Not wanting to awkwardly impose.
But it wasn’t long before the muffled voice you had pushed to the back of your mind was breaking through, as James began to raise his voice. You wanted to ignore whatever he was yelling about, but you found yourself listening in intently.
“I know, love! But it means a lot to me!” He was waving his hands in the air, huffing loudly.
You could only just hear Olivia’s voice through the other end. Screaming at him for not being able to make it to a concert he had been promising to take her to. They had been together for only two weeks and it sounded like she already had him on some sort of short leash.
“It’s the grand final! I’m sorry, I didn’t know they were on the same day.” He now had his hand in his hair, pulling tightly at his overgrown locks.
Then there was more yelling from her end.
“Look, I can’t help it that I’m the star of the show. The boys will be lost without me.” James laughed lightly to ease the situation, but the tension was quickly cut short by the sound of the hang-up dial tone ringing from his phone.
He huffed out again, chucking his phone next to you on his bed, “I mustn’t be that funny.”
You couldn't help the smile on your face, “I thought it was a little funny.”
“Yeah, you would. You’re as awful as me.”
James found his way back to his spot next to you on his bed, leaning his shoulder into you, this time you just allowed him to be this close to you. "You'll come, right?"
"Hmm?" You hummed, bringing your eyes from the spot where your thighs touched, to his face next to yours.
"The grand final. You're coming, right?"
"Have I ever missed one of your games?"
"Yeah, last weeks." You wanted to slap the smug look off of his face.
"I was sick." Lie. Obviously.
"I know, I'm only kidding." He nudged your shoulder with his own.
"Yeah, and it's the only one I've ever missed, anyways." You reached out to push his glasses up his nose, "Of course, I'll come. Wouldn't miss it for the world."
"Good, because I only play well when you're there." He crinkled his nose at your touch, "You're my little good luck charm. A four-leaf clover, if you will."
"Sure I am."
"It's true, I lost last week's game and what was I missing?"
"Okay, I get it, James," He really knew how to make something ten times harder than it had to be.
"You."
"I'll be there."
"Good."
-
"I"ll have a hot chocolate, thanks, Sirius." You rubbed your gloved hands together, puffing a cloud of fog out past your cold lips, dramatically.
"I'm about to go start warming up." He frowned at you, tying the laces on his cleats. "Get Remus to get you a drink."
"He has no money and I don't know where James put my bag." You pout lightly as he had now moved his tying skills to his hair, making sure to pull every last strand into the low ponytail.
"I'm sure it's in his locker." Sirius laughed at your fake pout, huffing at your lack of reply. "Fine. There's money in my bag. Grab me a drink for afterwards please, babes."
"Thank you, Siri." You laugh, leaning up to peck his cheek with a cold smooch, "Good luck!"
"Go find James before you run off. He's nervous."
"He has Olivia, she should be here by now."
Sirius raised his eyebrow at you, "Did James not tell you?" You shake your head, urging him to continue, "Olivia's not coming, she decided to go to that concert with someone else."
You furrowed your eyebrows deeply, seething with anger. The fog from your nose almost whistles comically, "She what?"
"I know. S'bullshit." Sirius stood from the bench he was seated at, jumping up and down, the studs from his boots smacking against the concrete floor of the shed.
"Fuck, some girlfriend she is."
"Don't say anything to James about it, he'll only defend her. He's been doing it all morning."
"They make me sick."
"Anyways," Sirius pecked the top of your beanie, pushing you out the door, "Quickly go find James and wish him luck. Remus is probably sitting by himself."
"Okay, Okay."
You made your way to the edge of the field to find James with a few other teammates, running up and down a small patch of frostbitten grass. You watched as his calves strained through his gold and maroon socks, little bits of grass stuck to his skin. You loved him in his rugby clothes. He always opted for choosing a jersey that was a little too small. He blamed it on optimal flexibility for when he was running around. You blamed it on him wanting his muscles to stand out more. You weren't complaining though, he looked amazing.
He still had his glasses on, a weird superstition he had. They had to stay on until he was about to run onto the field. You thought it was cute, watching him train before a game, struggling to keep them from slipping down his nose.
"James!" You waved over at him.
His eyes lit up, veering from his running path to slow to a jog over towards you. "Jeez, love. Aren't ya cold?" He huffed, rubbing his colder hands up and down your arms, over the thin fabric of your jumper. Giving up almost immediately at the lack of heat his friction was causing, opting to wrap his strong arms around your front instead.
You peered up at him, your arms pinned to your sides, "Yeah, Remus has my jacket. I'll put it back on when I go sit down." You beamed up at him, your nose almost touching his chin. "You nervous?"
"Not anymore." He gave you a small squeeze before letting you go. Maybe you were a little cold because you almost whined at the loss of small heat he was providing you. "How can I be nervous when my good luck charm is back?"
"Well, don't get too big for your boots."
"Never." He smiled at you, his cheeks creasing around his mouth.
You reached up to grab his glasses from his face, your fingertips ghosting over his temples, "What have I told you about this little superstition? Hmm?"
You folded the arms of the glasses, slipping them into the sleeve of your cardigan. "You'll break these and cry to me about how expensive a new pair is."
"Yeah, sorry, Mum." He pulled his chin to his chest, jutting his lip out.
"Whatever," you rolled your eyes at his antics, "I'm going to get a warm drink, Remus probably misses me."
"Okay," he was now also kissing your beanie, patting your shoulder, "Go get warm."
"Good luck."
It wasn't long before the game was over. James' team, obviously winning by a mile. You and Remus moved to the shed where the team had gathered, their cheers and general hubbub spewing from the windows and filling the small university stadium.
You found James' curly head through the wave of rugby players cramped into the underfunded team shed. You left Remus's side as he made his way to Sirius, enveloping him in his long arms, nothing but pride in his eyes as he planted a kiss on his lips. They made your longing heart ache with how affectionate they were towards each other. Wanting that with someone else, someday.
"James." You poked him on his shoulder, standing behind him as he laughed at something with some of his teammates, "Mr Potter!"
He turned on the spot and you watched him squint his eyes at you before smiling grandly and throwing his arms around your waist. He lifted you from the ground, spinning you around in the cramped space, you let out a loud giggle as he planted you back to the ground.
"Maybe I am a little bit of a good luck charm?" You laughed again, pulling his glasses from where you had kept them in your sleeve, and placing them back on his face.
"Just a little bit." He scrunched his nose to lift the glasses snug to his face.
"No, it was definitely all you." You poked him on his sweaty chest, him swaying on the balls of his feet. You giggled at the sound of his cleats clicking against the floor.
"Mhm." He stared down at you happily, "Anyways, you coming to the after-party?"
You pretended to think about it deeply for a moment before speaking up again, "Uh, yeah, I think so."
"Okay good." He smiled even more, god he was a happy boy sometimes. Too happy. Something you missed. "Anyways, I'll go clean up. We gonna walk back to our dorms?"
After every home game, the both of you always made the short walk from the university sports ground, back to school. Stopping off at the park on the way.
"Yeah, I'll go find the boys and say goodbye. See you outside?"
"Yeah." More of that smile you had missed.
-
"I couldn’t see you.” James offered you his hand as you climbed up onto the bridge of the playground set at the park.
“Hmm?” You hummed, swinging your legs out over the edge.
“In the seats. I couldn’t find you the entire game, I thought you’d left or something.”
“Oh yeah, as soon as you scored that second try, I was out of there. Knew you would win.” You smiled at him smugly, watching as his own smile turned into a playful scowl.
“Shut up!” He pushed you with his shoulder, causing you to fall sideways and catch yourself with an outstretched arm.
“No, Remus and I watched from over at the canteen, it was much warmer.”
“Oh okay.” He smiled at you again. Looking at his upturned lips, and shining eyes. You realised you hadn’t seen him smile this much in at least a month. You wondered if it was because he was now with Olivia. Because the very cheerful, always smiling James had been lost on you ever since they got together.
There was a small, comfortable silence over the both of you, both of your inside legs swinging in a synchronous rhythm. You decided to speak up, “So, where was Olivia?” You didn’t ask to give him a hard time. Or maybe you did, maybe after watching him play today and seeing him so happy, you’d scold him over his absent girlfriend.
You could see his eyes drop at the mention of her name, the ghost of his smile officially gone. James didn’t want to explain why she hadn’t turned up, he was sort of embarrassed.
“Uh, she couldn’t make it. Y’know that concert I was supposed to take her to?” You nodded, “Yeah, I gave my ticket to one of her friends.”
“Oh okay,” You couldn’t do it. Couldn’t not talk to him about it. You hesitated only for a moment before opening your mouth, “Are you two okay?”
“What do you mean?” He didn’t look at you. Like he was expecting you to say something about it. He had ever since you had met his new girlfriend. He was surprised you’d lasted this long, honestly.
“Well, I don’t know.” You inhaled sharply, you hoped not to overstep with the upcoming conversation you had been wanting to have for a while, “I mean, she didn’t show up today. And I know this was a big day for you.”
“It’s okay. I feel bad, I promised I’d take her and it just ended up falling on the wrong day.” He was fiddling with his hands in his lap, his leg coming to a standstill, “It’s my fault, really.”
“James,” You scolded him. Could he not hear how stupid he sounded? “Don’t do that. How could you be expected to not show up to the grand final of all games?”
“I mean, I guess. Especially because it’s my last game with this university.” He tensed beside you like he’d let something slip accidentally.
“What do you mean? What about next year?” You frowned at him, “You’re not quitting are you?”
“No. No, definitely not.” He pulled away from you, letting the cold air run between the new gap through your arms. “I was going to tell you at the party tonight. But I’ve decided to transfer university's.”
You froze at his words. He was what? He was joking, surely. Another one of his stupid jokes. He took your silence to further his explanation.
“The boys graduate this year, and I want to move to the university to the city over, to be with Olivia.” He wasn’t even looking at you. Coward.
“Oh?” That was all you could manage to say.
His words were like a stab to the heart. You and him had always planned to finish university together. Ever since you were little, you had everything mapped out. And now just because of some relationship he’d had for just over a month, he was abandoning you? Well not really abandoning you, not everything he did had to involve you. But it made you feel like everything you had ever had with James had now officially been thrown out the window.
“Y/N?” He waved his hand across your face, “Are you okay with that?”
If I wasn’t? Would you stay just for me? If I asked you to leave her and stay with me, would you?
You could’ve smacked him up the fucking head. He was so stupid. Actually no, you were stupid for ever falling for such a stupid boy.
“Yeah!” You feigned excitement, swallowing the lump in your throat, “Yeah, you guys seem pretty serious.”
“You could say that.” He coughed, awkwardly at that. “It was her idea, but I think it’ll be good. New beginnings.”
Was it you? Had you done something to make him want to move away? You couldn’t help but think that it was your fault. Maybe because you had been distancing yourself from him for the past month, he had realised that he didn’t need you anymore. He could move on from whatever childhood friendship he had with you and begin his life.
Were you being dramatic?
“New beginnings.”
“Hey, maybe once you graduate you can move up there? I think the boys are. Not sure yet though.” Was that a pity invite? Fuck.
“Yeah, maybe. We’ll see.” You gave him a small lopsided smile as he placed his hand atop yours on your thigh.
“We better get going. I gotta shower before the party and shit.”
Great, a party. Now, instead of going back to your dorm and overthinking everything he had just told you. You had to overthink and mope around surrounded by drunken rugby players, and their respected partners.
-
The party had eventually rolled around, after having a shower and dressing in your most university-approved dress, you were standing outside the pub, your friends Marlene and Lily hooked around your elbows.
They had convinced you to spend the night having the most fun possible, forgetting about your stupid best friend who seemed not to care about you. Because he for sure was going to.
“Y/N, babe.” Marlene squeezes your arm, “Forget him. What’s better? James fucking Potter? Or a shot of fireball?”
“A shot of vodka.”
“See, now you’re getting it!”
The three of you pushed through the front door to be met with a crowd of your school’s rugby players around the bar, James in the middle sculling a pint of what looked like beer. The dark stout running down his chin and falling onto his, conveniently dark top, masking the stains.
The rowdy boys cheered when he finished the beer within five seconds flat before he slammed the glass atop the bar countertop. You couldn’t help but stare as he wiped the beer from his face, breaking out into a boyish smile. Your eyes trailed down his chest, covered by a tight black top, down to his trousered legs. He looked good, you wouldn’t lie. Amazing even.
“Alrighty, let’s get some vodka into you.” Lily snapped you from your daze, pulling you towards the bar. Conveniently standing next to Sirius perched against the wood, ordering some drinks.
“Where’s, Rem?” You leant over to ask him, leaving the drink ordering to Marlene.
“Hello to you too, Y/N.” He smiled, handing the bartender some money, “He’s over by the fireplace, probably sculling his last beer.”
“Great, he’s drinking. If he’s getting drunk, so am I.”
“That’s what I like to hear.”
Your conversation was interrupted by Marlene handing you a pink drink, a smile plastered across her face. “I’ll see you later.” Then Sirius was off, headed towards Remus with two beers in hand.
“Here’s to meatheads winning rugby games!” Marlene cheered, clinking your glasses together before you were all downing them as quick as possible.
"Meatheads? Cmon Marls, you don't mean that." You heard James's voice behind you before he had his arm slung over your shoulders. A boyish grin on his face.
"Of course I do, Potter. You're the biggest meathead of them all." She sniggered behind her glass, eyeing him over the rim.
"Why would you say something like that?" He feigned shock, hand over his chest.
"Well maybe because little miss Y/N-"
"She doesn't mean it, she's just being stupid!" You cut Marlene short, glaring at her from the side of your eye before turning your attention to James, giving him a pinched smile.
"How's your night been?" You turn away from the girls, feeling their glares burning into the back of your head, cocking your head to James.
"Really good," He smiled some more, pulling you away from the crowd at the bar, over to the seats near the fireplace. Just a few metres away from Sirius and Remus. "Even better now that you're here."
Fuck. His hopeless flirting was nothing out of the ordinary, but it still hurt knowing there were no actual feelings behind them like you always hoped there were.
You wanted to maybe shamelessly flirt back with him, but then you remembered the news he told you just a few hours earlier at the park. You straightened out your back, folding your arms over your chest.
"Is Olivia here?" You didn't even acknowledge what he said.
"Uh, yeah. She's around here somewhere." Great.
You scanned your eyes across the room, fidgeting with your hands and bouncing your leg up and down. You wanted more than anything to get up and go find your friends and down a few more drinks. The thought of for once, not wanting to surround yourself with James, hurt a little bit. You had never felt that way about him, ever.
Though, you thought of an excuse to get up, "Hey, you want a beer?"
"Yeah, I'll go grab us a drink."
"No! It's okay, I will." You stood abruptly, "My shout for the man of the match." You cleared your throat before you spun on your heels and headed towards the bar.
"Uh, pint of Guinness and a vodka tonic, please." You smiled to the bartender, leaning against the bar and bending one of your legs behind you.
You waited for the bartender to pour your drinks, tapping your fingers against the wood and turning back to look at James. But, when you look back you're not only met with James sitting on the lounge, you see Olivia sitting in your seat, leaning over and kissing James on his cheek, leaving a deep red lipstick stain on his dark skin. James only giggled, wiping the wet mark off his face.
You feel yourself shrink in toward yourself, wanting nothing more than to just leave. But, you promised your friends a good night. You could forget about him and just have fun. It would be easy.
The bartender brings your attention back to the bar when they place your drinks down, you turn to thank them and give them your money. By the time you had gotten your change and picked up the glasses and turn back to head towards your seat, you found the lounge to be empty. You scanned the bar to find them both, only to see James leading Olivia out into the beer garden by her hand.
You swallow deeply, instead, making your way to your group of friends surrounding the enclosed fireplace in the middle of the room. You fall into the seat next to Lily, careful not to spill the drinks in your hands.
"Here." You lean over to Sirius, handing him the beer in your hand which was slowly going flat. "Got this for James, but he fucked off somewhere."
"Thanks, lovely." He willingly took the beer from your grasp, bringing the glass to his lips.
"You need to stop thinking about him, he's a fucking dick," Marlene speaks up, sipping from the half-empty drink in her hand. Her other hand over a thigh belonging to a girl you'd never met. God, was everyone this lucky with finding love? Marlene might not have even loved that girl, but fuck she was doing better than you.
"I'm sorry, Y/N, but she's right," Sirius added, placing his drink on his coaster.
"Always am."
"Hmm, debatable."
"I know how we can get you to forget about Potter."
-
Before you knew it, it was starting to get late, you had thrown back too many vodka tonics and you were sitting in the lap of a random guy you had met a few hours earlier.
You weren't too drunk, but tipsy enough to let your friends convince you that the only way you could move past your relationship with James, was to hook up with another one of the rugby players.
Sober you, probably would've said no, but after the day you'd had, you decided that it wasn't a half-bad idea. You weren't tied to anything, especially not James Potter, so you went with it.
Now you were in the beer garden, sitting under a gas heater that was doing nothing at heating you up. Your ass pressed into some boy's front, your head turned to reach his mouth to make out with him.
You moved your mouth along his, his tongue moving into your mouth. You ran your hands along his chest, but his mouth enveloping yours was beginning to overwhelm you, so you pulled away to angle your head so his mouth was at your neck, as he sucked along your skin.
You opened your eyes momentarily to see James over the guy's shoulder, eyeing you down. He had a beer in his hand, his knuckles white from how hard he was gripping the frosted glass. If you didn't know any better you'd think he was angry.
You let in a sharp breath at the bite on your neck, pushing the stranger away from you and jumping from his lap. "I'm sorry, I feel a bit sick," You lied to him, turning to walk away. "I might head home."
"Hey wait," He grabbed your wrist lightly to spin you back around, "You want me to call you an Uber?"
"Uh, yeah sure, just let me go say goodbye to my friends." You walked away from him as he pulled out his phone, to what you assumed was to call you a lift home.
You let everyone know that you planned on going home, letting them know you'd see them later. You then let the rugby player walk you out the front to wait for the Uber he had called you.
But, to James, it looked like you and one of his teammates had decided to move it along and you were taking him back to your dorm to hook up. He didn't realise it until that moment, but the thought of you bringing home a guy that wasn't him made his stomach flip and his fists clench in anger.
What did his teammate want with you that wasn't anything more than a quick fuck? He wouldn't take you home and treat you with the love and respect you deserved, something James knew he could give to you.
Something he always had given to you up until a month ago. But now he had pushed you away, just to find love in a place where he didn't want it. He had selfishly gotten with Olivia, just to get over the best friend he knew didn't want him. He had been naive and stupid and he hated himself every day for it.
"Oi! Sirius!" He called out to his mate, leaving Olivia's side to jog over to him, "Where's she going with him?"
"She's going home." He gruffed, "Why do you care all of a sudden?"
"What?"
"Don't act like you suddenly want to know what she's doing just cause she's with some other guy." That's exactly what he was doing.
"I need to tell her something."
"Gonna go remind her that you're leaving her at the end of the year, huh? Rub it in some more?" Why was Sirius all of a sudden so angry with him?
"What the fuck is your problem?"
"My problem?" He scoffed in James's face, putting his drink down, "My problem is how you've been treating Y/N lately. Going off and getting with some bird you obviously don't like, acting like you didn't know Y/N has been in love with you since primary school."
Sirius obviously had been wanting to say this to James for a very long time, the words spewing from his mouth like they had been rehearsed.
"Sirius!" Remus stood to pull on his boyfriend's shoulder, rubbing it to hopefully calm him down.
"No! The dickhead needs to hear this before I knock some sense into his thick head." He pushed James at his chest, causing him to stumble backwards slightly.
"Don't push me, Sirius." James was now the one beginning to get angry.
"No, you've been a shit best friend these last few weeks and I'm fucking sick of it. Y/N doesn't deserve any of it. She's just too fucking nice to say anything."
"Say what?" James felt his heart beating in his chest, wringing his hands at his sides.
"She fucking loves you, mate."
-
God, why were you so stupid? Why did you think you could get over James by making out with some other guy? If anything, it only solidified your feelings for him even more. Made you realise that no one could ever fill the void in your heart which was the hole James had created.
You had eventually made it back to your dorm room, throwing your phone to your bed, now pacing back and forth across the carpeted floor of the room. Tears streamed down your face, black trails of mascara smudging along your cheeks. Your breathing quickened as you fisted at your eyes to calm yourself down.
The dull ache in your ears was disrupted as a knock at your door disturbed your meaningless pacing. Before you even had time to head towards the door, there was more pounding.
"Fuck, I'm- I'm coming!" You called out, wiping the tears from your face, albeit with no actual cause to make it look like you hadn't been crying.
You swung the door open to be met with a panting James leaning up against your door frame, "James?" You quickly whipped your head to the side, careful to not let him see your distressed face. This only allowed James to push his way past you, into your dorm.
He stood in the middle of the room, his hands on his hips. "I need to talk to you," He was a panting and huffing mess, his chest heaving with purpose.
"Did-" You blink the old tears away, scanning over his dishevelled appearance. His shoelaces were half undone, there were sweat patches in the armpits of his dark top, and the mop of dark curls which earlier tonight had been slicked back into place, were now a mess atop his head. "Did you run here?"
"Yes." He panted, admitting it like it was nothing.
"Jesus, Potter. We were on the other side of town," You walked around him, avoiding asking why he was actually here, "Do you need some water?"
"What? No-"
"Sit down,"
"No, fuck- Y/N! Shut up..." He was clearly flustered, you tried not to take his words to heart, but you were already upset with him. "Sorry." He apologised, the crease above your eyebrows and your fidgety hands making him regret raising his voice.
"Sure."
"Sorry." He repeated, his breathing finally calming down. "I need to tell you something,"
"Okay." You fought the subconscious urge to reach out and smooth out his hair.
"I'm sorry for how I've been treating you lately." He began, doing his own pacing now. He looked really nervous, "I've been so stupid. I'm a fucking idiot.''
"You could say that again," you only scoffed, the crooked smile on your face disappearing quickly at the look of his frustrated face, "Sorry." Now you were apologising.
To be quite honest, he looked like he was going to throw up. His pacing had stopped, but his sudden silence had you on edge, "James, you're making me nervous,"
"Sorry!"
"Fuck, stop apologising and just tell me why you're here!" Honestly, all you wanted to hear from him til' the end of days were apologies, but right now you needed him the get on with it.
"There's no way to say this without skipping over any details," He was trailing off again, lost in his own thoughts.
"Potter..."
"I love you..."
You swallowed thickly, "Yeah, I love you too, James..."
"No!" He cut you off again abruptly, "No, like," More. Fidgeting. "I'm in love with you."
He was kidding, right? Surely this was just another one of his pranks. He was with Olivia and you knew, no you were certain, he only had feelings for her. Did Sirius say something to him? Was he only saying this be annoying? Dangling the one thing you've always wanted to have, right in front of your face, just out of reach. Saying the words you've always wanted to hear.
You shook your head quickly, backing away from him. Though he only took a step towards you, "No you're not."
"What?"
"You're being cruel, James." Now there were fresh tears pricking the corners of your eyes. "You don't mean that. You're with Olivia"
"What are you- Yes I do! Of course, I do." He outstretched a hand towards you, though you only ignored it. "Listen, I was talking to Sirius, I know how you-"
"Oh, so you spoke to Sirius? Whatever he said, he was lying."
"No, he wasn't, I'm not stupid Y/N." You had now sat down on your bed, him wasting no time in sitting down next to you, "He told me everything. Well, not really everything, but I just want you to know, that I feel the exact same way."
"But, Olivia?"
"It's so shitty, but I only used her to get past you." He admits, picking at his nails, "I thought you would never see me as anything more than a friend, so I thought I could move on."
You just stared at him, listening to every word he had to say. You had always dreamt of these words leaving his mouth, and now that they finally were, you felt dizzy.
"I'm so sorry I never told you any of this sooner. I've been such a dick to you these past few weeks." He was now reaching out to trace the mascara tracks down your cheeks, his touch sending a chill down your spine. You now finally allowed yourself to lean into him. “It’s crazy because the one thing I’ve wanted- no, I’ve needed. Has been right in front of me this whole time, and I don’t know why it’s taken me this long to figure it out.”
"It's okay,"
"No, it's not." His hand retreated, "It's really not."
"It will be."
"It will?"
"I think so. It always has been."
"Yeah," He hummed, nodding his head, his eyes fixed in his lap. "It's always been you." He mumbled into the open air.
You sat in silence momentarily before his hand had settled atop yours on the sheets between your bodies, "I really am sorry."
"Enough with the apologies."
You both sat on your bed for the rest of the night, your head in his lap as he massaged your head and you spoke about everything that had happened in the past month. More apologies fell from his mouth, which you only scolded. There were more tears, more confessions and truths as you both realised how clueless the both of you had been ever since you met.
"Have we both always been this hopelessly and obliviously in love with each other?" He asked.
"I think so, Mr Potter." You only smiled up at him, "I think so."
Don't take too long to think about it. 15 authors that you can auto-buy. List the 15 you can recall in not more than 15 minutes. Tag at least 5 friends, including me, because I'm interested in what authors my friends enjoy and I always like to add to my TBR pile!
1. Cassandra Clare
2. The World of Sarah J. Maas
3. Libba Bray
4. Rick Riordan
5. Victoria "V.E." Schwab
6. Nikita Gill
7. Angie Thomas
8. Victoria Aveyard
9. Holly Black
10. Roshani Chokshi
11. Soman Chainani
12. Brigid Kemmerer
13. Elizabeth Lim
14. Sabaa Tahir
15. Samantha Shannon, Kerri Maniscalco
I tag @kiff-12345 , @deepi-the-choco-lover that’s it, I don’t have tons of mutuals, but feel free to tag your other mutuals 😄
I am currently vibing to Lookalike, Generation why, Maniac and People watching by Conan Gray. And also Pasoori by Coke studios and I wanna be your slave by Måneskin. And also Cinderella’s dead by Emeline. That was a lotta songs, but welp.
maybe reader who has trouble sleeping and james helping her fall asleep? please feel free to ignore this have a wonderful day/night!! <3
tysm for your request! hope you're having a good day/night too!
"This feels silly," you mutter, your face hidden in the crook of James' neck.
He stops rubbing circles into your back. "Does it?" he asks genuinely.
You pout into his skin. "I'm not a baby. I shouldn't need help."
"You think we stop needing help as we get older? I'd say we need more help."
You pry open your aching eyes and shift back to look at his pretty face. The irises of his eyes are dark; they're almost black, fading into his pupils seamlessly. You raise your hand and drag the pad of your finger over rough stubble and the soft of his cheek until yout reach his eyelashes, teasing them with the pad of your pinky finger carefully.
"More help?" you ask.
"Definitely." He starts to soothe your back again, circles with a deep pressure. "When I was a kid I wasn't scared of anything."
You wait for him to continue and he doesn't.
"But now?" you ask.
He drops his chin to his chest and smiles at you as your hand cradles his cheek. "Now I'm still entirely fearless," he says, rushed with a faked ease that lets you know he's stretching the truth. "But… I don't know. I'm scared of a thousand tiny things. Like, what if the dishes don't get done tonight and I have to do them tomorrow? Or, what if I forgot to lock the car? What if my beautiful girlfriend doesn't get any rest tonight and has the aches tomorrow?"
You roll your eyes at him with little malice and he tugs you closer, his hand a sinking warmth over your shoulder blades.
"I don't remember being scared of stuff like that when I was a kid," he continues.
"I was scared of everything."
"Yeah?" he asks. He's whispering, the quiet of your room hard to disturb.
You hum. "Mh-hm. Spiders. Caterpillars and snails. Frogs. The moon following me in the car. Broccoli."
"Real things."
"I was scared of ghosts too," you say.
"Ghosts are real."
His incredulous tone gives you a terrible case of the giggles. James presses a smiling kiss to your crown and starts to pat your back, evidently pleased with your amusement. A steady, light rhythm.
Your giggles drift into silence and he adjusts his grip to hike up your shirt and slide his hands underneath, massaging the curved plane of your back in two great palms. You feel suddenly heavy where you lay on top of him, your limbs slackening.
"Needing help is a good thing," he says, words dulcet and sticky as thick honey. "If you didn't need help falling asleep, I wouldn't get to hold you like this, would I? It's only the same as when I forget my lunch at work and you bring it for me. You know what I mean?"
You're more than half asleep by now, but you do. Needing help gives someone the opportunity to provide it.
"I love you," you say instead of answering, hand twitching where it rests over his chest.
"I love you too. Goodnight," James whispers.
You mumble something unintelligible meant to sound like a goodnight in return and finally fall asleep.
She was walking down the road, tears streaming down her face. Heartbreak was what they called it, death was what she did. He did go away, he left her, but took away her heart with him unknowingly, and now she was just a mush of nothingness. She felt dead inside .And even in the dark night, the cold didn't bother, nor did the darkness that existed due to the absence of the moon in the sky. Was nature trying to tell her something, to taunt her further? The person she called her moon now was nothing but darkness, invisible to the naked eye.
Her mind raced with all kinds of thoughts, walking silently, her heart numb. And so devasted she was that she didn't notice the quickly approaching vehicle in the dark. The driver did apply the breaks, but alas, it was too late. A ringing sound went through her ears and then blank, she felt her eyelids close and everything go silent.
He had left out in his search for her after she had left his house, crying. Her phone was switched off and he didn't know how to contact her. So, hoping she had not gone far, he too stepped out in the snowy night, without a jacket, desperate to find his darling, desperate to apologize to her.
His head overflowed with all kinds of thoughts, his heart sinking into a pool of regret as he looked for her. And in the same state did he find her, a few steps ahead of him. A small subconscious smile appeared on his face, and the first syllable of her name had just left his lips in a soft tone when suddenly, his whole world stopped.
He couldn't believe what had happened, she had just been hit. He fell to his knees, shocked, with no idea what was happening. People gathered around her, trying to get her some help, trying to see what had happened, while some whispered that she had surely died.
And then it hit him, and the tears that left his own eyes were painful, as his screams tore through the silent, dark, cold winter night. It was as if even the winds felt his pain, for they stopped blowing for a moment. And now imagine the horror of a person who lost the love of his life in minutes.
She died thinking he probably hated her, and he saw her die thinking that she probably hated him. Both loved one another, what did they get? A sad ending to a happy story. And now he had to live with the guilt and sadness forever, with just the memories of having loved her.
And that's why they say, love and death can often be mistaken as the same, but death is perhaps kinder.
Helloo! I saw that your requests are open and i have a good one!
Can you do a Marauders x Reader (but reader likes James) and she and Remus teaches Sirius, James and Peter how to use a skateboard (totally didnt get this idea from Amazing Spiderman lol)
A/n: First of all , I would like to apologize for being months late for this request . Sorry . Secondly , Thank you for being my first request . And lastly , I changed skateboard to roller skates , because I use roller skates and have no clue about skateboards . And yes , The Amazing Spiderman is amazing . Also , James owns my heart . I probably am talking too much , kindly ignore me . Once again , thank you <3 and let’s get this going .
Warnings : A little cursing , slight James Potter x reader
Skating and Chaos | The Marauders
The sun’s rays were cascading on the street on an early summer morning . a warm breeze was blowing and birds chirped in the distance . Everything would have been exceedingly pleasant if it wasn’t for the absolute loud noises currently being caused by a group of five .
“Sirius No !” Y/n yelled as Sirius bent down way too much and ended up falling face first onto the concrete floor .
“Gah ! this thing is impossible !” Sirius , putting a lot of force on Remus’s shoulder as the lycanthrope helped him up . Remus then looked around only to find Peter heading towards a tree , not particularly looking in front of him as he continued to concentrate on the skates on their movements. Y/n must have noticed it too , but she was currently too busy helping James balance on his skates who had leaned all of his body on her for support
“Peter don’t be alarmed but there is -” The girl’s sentence was cut of by a loud crash as peter fell to the ground , groaning and rubbing his head .
“-a huge tree which you just crashed into “ She finished her sentence . Peter shook his head and gave her a thumbs up to show her that he was alright .
“Now , what are we supposed to do with these?” James asked .
Y/n looked up at him and smiled . She proceeded to show him to balance on the skates first .
“Okay , put your right leg in front of you , yes like that . Now very slowly , bend your back a little towards the floor . Yes exactly “ Y/n guided him through it .
James smiled a little as this small event gave him a flashback of the time he taught her how to ride a broom . Y/n looked at him and raised her eyebrows , making him shake his head and turn back to his position .
“Now , try taking one step forward from your left leg . And keep in mind , take one step then slowly roll your leg forward to glide . Step and glide , very slowly. Also , keep your back bent forward . “ James , like an obedient student , followed the steps as she said . He kept rolling forward slowly , Y/n walking very slowly right beside him . He had only moved about ten meters before he felt himself stumble . He closed his eyes , ready to hit the ground , when he felt two arms going under his own and onto his chest , holding him up .”
He opened his eyes and titled his head backwards to find Y/n supporting him to stop him from falling . He smiled at her , making her blush . From an outsider point of view , their position was kinda awkward , and it looked like Y/n was going to hold him up any second and twirl him in the air like professional dancers , but that was hardly the situation here . But did the two mind ? No they didn’t.
The two would have stared at each other forever , but they were brought back to reality when Y/n’s arms couldn’t support James any longer . And then , with a thud , James fell to the ground on his butt .
“Oww! The fuck ?” He groaned , rubbing his hips .
“I am sorry ! You are just too heavy , ” Y/n said , “And besides - “ Y/n continued but was cut off by James’s smooth voice .
“Oh , so it’s my fault now ?” He wasn’t angry , very clearly . The goofy grin on his face gave it away .
“Oh come on now get up “ Y/n said , giving him a hand helping him up .
“Y/n, Remus .....I would love if one of you helped me right now “ Sirius said , his voice lacing nervousness .
Y/n turned to her side only to find Sirius going down the slope of the empty street .Where they were standing would have been a risky place to skate if it wasn’t for the fact the the slope was probably a hundred metres away , it was only a wonder how Sirius reached there so quick .
“Shit ! Sirius !” Y/n yelled as she and Remus ran down to help him .
Hello everyone , guess who? Yes , it’s me .........And I haven’t been here since ages . I would like to extremely apologize for my absence . I just got stuck in so much work . But now that I am back , I hope to start writing again soon . <3
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