Prongs - Blog Posts

Ik it doesn’t make sense at all but in my head James Potter is amazing at every sport, like he just loves all sports and always has motivation, and talent, for them.

Maybe he got the muddy, hands in dirt, playing in the rain, speed, stamina, side from Monty and the adrenaline, need to be great, power, skill, side from Effie.

Or maybe it’s just greatness he always had, but in my head under whatever circumstances he is just good at sports

“Art deco by Lana Del Rey” but the beat drop is just everyone’s (platonic or not) first impression of James Potter.

James Potter loves making homemade gifts. He will spend hours making matching bracelets, knitting scarfs, crocheting blankets, making matching hello kitty and spider man key chains, he’ll make you a full scrap book.

He’d make it all for anyone, he goes all out for birthdays. And he would just know what you’d want. And if you don’t end up having tears in your eyes after getting your gift/ gifts from him dw, you will. *BOOM he has an even better second gift*

Example: you said you like this one random muggle band?? He’ll do research on them and know them more than you would, and buy you all of their songs

Remus: is he the one that is so fucking insufferably annoying and never shuts the fuck up and has never been hit it his entire life?

James: .. I wouldn’t say that, but if I were going to say that, I would say it about him.

My new favourite headcanon that I made up, last night when I was supposed to be sleeping:

It’s that Pete made up all the marauders nicknames while he was high and the conversation went a little something like..

Remus: Pete how much did you have?

Pete: [very clearly high out of his mind] .. ‘othing.

Sirius: oh you’re absolutely wasted

Pete: nuhhh..

James: cmon Pete, let’s get you to bed

Pete: no!!.. you heard did ya?

James: sorry?

Pete: that people make nicknames.. like moonguy over there.. [lazily points his hand over to Remus’ direction]

James & Sirius: [laughing] moonguy??

Remus: oh my god.

Pete: I mean y’all.. don’t talk

Sirius: ..we can’t talk..?

Pete: yea.. you- have pads on your feet.. so you- *gags*

James: oh Padfoot come help me bring him to the bathroom *smirks*

Sirius: ..I hate you

Remus: Not so funny anymore is it?

Pete: oka.. moon..y

Sirius: ..moony..!

James: I like Moony better

Remus: I hate you all.

Sirius: *blows a kiss to Remus*

James: *helping Peter get to the bathroom*

Pete: why..?

Prongs: pardon?

Sirius: what’s he saying?

James: uhh, I don’t know

Pete: you have no..

James: who? ..Me or Sirius?

Pete: both.. you

James: what don’t I have?

Pete: noo uhh. no, no collar-

Pete: I see deers with collars in zoos..

James: well I don’t want to wear a collar, that’s for wild deer

Sirius: *walks in*

Pete: you should get a.. met.. ual one..

James: metal?

Sirius: a what?

Pete: Like a..

Sirius: a metal collar? What like a prongs? Aren’t they for dogs..-

Pete: prongs..! *hugs James*

Sirius: oh! Ha Prongs!! *hugs Pete & James*

Remus: huh?

Sirius: Pete came up with another nickname!

Remus: Hold up we’re not actually gonna use them? Are we??

Sirius: of course we are.. Moony

Remus: I hate you

James: *says from the bathroom* So Remus is Moony, Sirius is Padfoot and, apparently, I’m Prongs.

Remus: what’s Peter going to be?

James: well his Animagus is a rat so we can make something out of that-

Sirius: ..rattail..!

Remus: rat’s tails look like worms kinda.. or maybe-

Sirius: wormtail!!

Pete: nuh.. uh. *still over in the toilet*

James: it’s perfect.

And that’s how they got their nicknames, thank you for listening

James Potter who says ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ to anything even Alexa or Siri. James Potter who carry spiders and put them outside so they wouldn’t get killed. James Potter who would talk to any living thing (people, plants, animals). James Potter who would help anyone if they needed something or someone. James Potter who would compliment strangers for no reason. James Potter would was always willingly to give a helping hand. James Potter who would be every first years’ best friend, and would help them with homework, practice, how to get to places ect. James potter who was a sweetheart inside and out!!! James Potter would was know for his looks, brains, brawn AND his heart!!

If the Marauder’s were born anytime in the 2000’s I’m only certain of one thing. Remus would force all of them into watching Nativity.

To him it’s a sacred muggle culture, and during the Christmas of 1st year after James begged all of the Marauders parents for a sleepover on the eve Remus made his da shrink down the TV and DVD player.

Then he set it all up. James was buzzing, Sirius was confused as all fuck, and Peter was honestly just there for the vibes.

After that year watching Nativity absolutely became a Marauders tradition. James and Sirius begin preforming musical numbers from the film the second it hit’s December, James is convinced Lily Evans is his Jen.

Overall, chaos. Remus has no regrets.

similarities between regulus black and icarus

1. got too close to the sun

2. drowned

I’M SO EXCITED

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BAND-AIDS, j. potter

tw: mentions of blood

it wasn't a lie, you did nip your finger with the knife while you were cutting carrots. did you make it over dramatic so you could be alone with james, maybe, but it's been weeks since the two of you had been together.

james quickly pulled you into the bathroom, where he and lily kept the first-aid kit. stumbling to get it open, before you placed your hand on his shoulder.

"it's okay, jamie."

"okay? your bleeding, flower." he gestured to your finger, which in reality wasn't really bleeding all crazy.

"not that much, here-" you quickly turned the tap on, running your finger underneath the water. washing off the visible blood. "see, jamie." you rushed your finger straight into his face. your cut trickling a little bit of blood.

"it just needs a bandaid." james opened the first-aid kit, scavenging through for a band-aid. he pulled out a band-aid.

"and maybe a kiss?"

"you're pushing it, love." he opened the band-aid before placing it against your skin.

"please, jamie." james sighed, looking at your finger then your face. you could see the wheels spinning in his head.

"all of our friends are outside."

"they won't find out. promise, j." you began to pout while fluttering your eyes again. james sighed before licking his lips and pressing them against your cut.

"there happy, birdie." he said while opening the band-aid and placing around your finger.

"you make me happy." james smiled again before he pulled you into a kiss.

notes: i probably could have made this longer... but it's alright <3

LOVE SONG, j. potter

james potter fantasized this exact moment with you. his arms wrapped around your waist, your arms wrapped around his neck. swaying back and forth to the music playing. the songs coming in and fading into another song. he couldn't help but smile, he'd dreamt about this.

—

he had taken you to the most perfect restaurant, it was a small local one. they served amazing food and it was true, james had spoken on and on about it. he'd have eaten there almost once a week, they even knew his name. it was just a simple italian place, james loved their margherita pizzas. james had told you it was one of the best.

he stood waiting for you to show up. you were only five minutes late but that didn't stop his from getting scared. it wasn't like it was your first date together but he had hoped it wouldn't be your last. he was waiting patiently, watching the street corners before he saw you walking from the street corner up to him, a big smile plastered on your face when your eyes caught him. your smile was contagious, making him smile wide.

"hi, sorry i'm late, traffic." you said before kissing his cheek.

"no worries, love." he said while grabbing the door and opening it for the both of you. you gave him a simple thank you before walking inside.

"they have amazing pizza, i normally get the-"

"margherita pizza?" you guessed, jokingly.

"how'd you know?" he was genuinely shocked, like he didn't talk about it all the time.

"i have a good memory, james." you laughed, causing him to display a slight pink blush.

"that you do" he joked, before showing you where to sit.

a lady quickly approached the two of you "hi james, welcome back and who might this be?" she said turning towards you with a big grin.

"oh, i'm y/n."

"ah! pleasure, james doesn't bring any of his friends-"

"date, she's my date." he corrected her, he wanted everyone to know you were with him.

"ahhh, a special moment. here, look over these and i'll come back in a little" she said while placing two menus in front of you both. she quickly turned on her heels before heading to the back.

"james, what do you recommend?" you asked, genuinely curious if he eats anything else other than the pizza.

the date went great, the table was filled with mostly laughter and long looks from both sides. a huge smile plastered on both of your faces when the other was talking. at one point james had marinara on his face, which you gladly wiped off. which when you did made his heart sink.

once the two of you were stuffed, he had offered to walk his flat.

"i had an amazing time, james." you reassured him.

"good, that's good. i did as well." he laughed, before reaching in his pocket to grab his keys. he fumbled a bit but got it into the keyhole. he quickly opened the door, allowing you in. he debated on making a joke like welcome to my casa, but decided against it.

"wow, bachelor pad." you said, clapping your hands in a joking way.

"what- no- no it's not-"

"i was only joking with you, jamie. shoes on or off?" you asked, hoping to take those heels off. you've never called him jamie before it had made his heart skip a beat. he liked the nickname coming from you.

"anything you want, love." he said taking his jacket off.

james quickly walked in, moving little things here and there so you wouldn't see it. he quickly turned on the music, allowing it to fade the awkwardness.

"wanna dance?" he asked, lending you his hand.

"of course." you placed your hand in his, which he pulled so you could become closer together. you couldn't help but look in your eyes. you were so beautiful to him. then he heard it, the song. the song he'd want to play while you were dancing as a married couple or something.

"our song."

"what?" you had asked, you were too busy counting his freckles

"this song, it's our song."

"yes, it's a good song. i like this song." you said before quickly placing your lips against his. he was stunned at your sudden boldness, but quickly melted into it. your lips moved against each other as they had a mind of their own.

james' hands sliding down from your waist. your hands had slid to cup his face, deepening the kiss.

when it was finally time to release, so the both of you could catch your best. james couldn't help but pant in a laugh.

"you're so beautiful."

notes: i have way too many drafts that have barely a line on them. anyways finally finished this, it's been sitting in my drafts forever xxx

i’m sure this has been done already, but i just made this to show to my best friend who is NEW to marauders. i feel like it’s pretty accurate…

my top playlist this year <3

James: I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’re my centre of gravity, without you, everything would float away and life would be nothing. I just don’t know how to explain how much I love you, my love for you is what I am now, I am nothing if not complete adoration for everything you do.

Sirius: I love you too prongs, you’ll never really know how much, but I do love you, so so much

*emotional loving embrace*

Regulus standing in the corner: what the fuck did I just witness

Remus: get used to it bud

This happened

headcannon:

remus and regulus would recreate scenes from the song of achilles in front of james and sirius to make them jealous. it would go a little like this:

remus: name one hero who was happy

remus: you can’t.

regulus: i can’t.

remus: i know. they never let you be famous and happy.

remus: i’ll tell you a secret

regulus: tell me

remus: i’m going to be the first.

remus: swear it.

regulus: why me?

remus: because you’re the reason. swear it.

regulus: i swear it.

*then remus would give regulus a gentle kiss on his forehead*

sirius, furious: james. get your prick of a boyfriend away from mine!

james, jealous: why don’t you get your moony away from my reggie.

remus&regulus: why don’t we just run off together and get married.

james&sirius: NO!

Did Voldemort knew James Potter was an Animagus?

I was re-reading Prisoner of Azkaban when that question popped into my mind. Like, in the next books we learn that Voldemort knew Peter could turn into a rat and Remus was a werewolf, but what about the rest of the Marauders? Did he knew about James and Sirius being illegal animagi?

We also know Pettigrew was telling Voldemort all he knew about Lily and James a year before he killed them, but did Pettigrew mention that James was an animagus and could turn into a stag, or did he considered it an irrelevant fact for his Lord plans? Or even worse, what if he knew it might be important for Potter's destiny and didn't told him because he wanted to repay and excuse with James? I would like to go with the third option, remembering he spared Harry's life in Malfoy's manor, betraying Voldemort and getting killed for it.

All I can imagine now is an AU in which You-Know-Who arrives to Godric's Hollow, but in the front yard of Potter's house he founds face to face with a giant stag in front of the door, and James charges after him with his antlers and Voldemort runs/fly away because he's scared as shit of this misterious deer who came out off nowhere and kicked his ass. Meanwhile Lily and Harry had already fled far away to safety with Uncle Padfoot on his motorbike.

Back with Voldy's Death Eaters Wormtail smiles sadly, knowing his friends are safe and he thinks this has to be the best prank Prongs has ever done. So do think Padfoot and Moony.

Has anyone ever thought about why Harry Potter's patronus was a stag? Like really thought about it?

Cause it came to me at two in the morning, and now I'm gonna make this everyone else's problem.

So, a patronus is a spell that takes your happiest memory and brings out a shield of some kind, sometimes just mist, but Harry's patronus is powerful enough to take on the shape of an animal, and it's a stag. This spell is literally a personification of safety, it's a shield. So, why would Harry's shield, the thing that stands between him and the crushing emptiness of a dementor, take on that form?

Well, let's go back to when Harry first met a dementor: he fainted, obviously, but that encounter threw him so far into his worst experience that he could hear his mother screaming. The more he encountered dementors, the clearer the memory became, and the more he heard.

Why is this important, you ask? Well, the first VOICE he heard, and this is when he was a year old, was his mother's; he heard Lily begging for his life, begging to exchange her life for his, but a little further down the rabbit hole and he heard James's voice, heard him telling Lily to take Harry and run, that he'd hold off Voldemort, and then he charged off to give them time to escape.

In Harry's darkest moment in his life is also the first time he was really protected. His dad was the shield between him and the greatest evil he could imagine, and still is. Harry's patronus is a stag, is Prongs, because that's his greatest standard, greatest conception, of protection and being protected.

marauders favorite Taylor swift albums-

prongs: Fearless (Taylor’s version), Lover, Speak Now, debut, midnights, ttpd

moony: Folklore, Evermore, Red (Taylor’s Version), ttpd

padfoot: reputation, 1989, red (Taylor’s version), speak now, midnights, ttpd

wormtail: none, he thinks it’s not masculine

just my opinion tho

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Pairing: James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: It had been a month. You no longer saw James every where, and no matter how much you hated to admit it, you missed him gravely. A dramatic confession takes place in the great hall. Happy ending.

Warnings: Swearing, kissing and angst with a happy ending.

Author’s note: Heyhey, this is the FINAL part of the series. I hope ya’ll enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Comment to be added to the tag list, happy reading!

Update (5th may 2025) I changed the confession scene a bit to make it better. I didn’t like the previous one much. Xx

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Part 1 , Part 2

It had been a month. A month of guilt that settled deep in your stomach. Each tick of the clock echoed his absence. Your insides hurt, stained by choices you couldn't undo. His laughter haunted the quiet. You didn’t want to admit it, but oh how you missed his wit. Guilt sat heavy—unmoving, unforgiving, a shadow you couldn't escape.

You didn’t see James that often anymore ; he no longer lingered in the corridors, waiting for you to come around. He didn’t stalk you in the library anymore, you should have been happy- you could finally study in peace- but you weren’t. It felt so wrong; not being immersed by his presence.

Pushing aside thoughts of James, you made your way to detention with professor Slughorn. You had been skipping potions class, dreading working with James. I mean thats how it all started - Potion’s class. So, you decided to bunk it and just read from the textbook, you knew it wasn’t right but you hated confrontation. Obviously, when Slughorn found out, he gave you detention.

You made your way to the dungeons, the musky smell filling your lungs.

“Look who decided to finally join us, take a seat Ms. Y/L/N.” Slughorn greeted.

“You can work with him and sort the bats spleen and eels eyes.” The professor continued. Thats when you noticed another figure sitting in the class. His messy black hair looked longer than usual. Merlin’s sake, this cannot be happening. The universe is definitely punishing you. You made your way to James and let out a low “Hey.”

He looked up, but didn’t say anything, and just smiled.

Oh come on. Why was he being so modest. You wanted him to yell, to scream or to at least give you an annoyed look. Maybe then you would feel less guilty, but no. James Potter, being the man he was, remained respectful. You both sat in silence for half an hour, before James finally broke the tension.

“So, why did you get detention?” He asked.

“For not attending any classes from the past month…” you answered , hesitantly

“What about you?”

“For skipping classes…” he trailed off.

Brilliant. Both of you had been bunking classes to avoid seeing each other.

“Blimey Y/N, you don’t need to look so guilty.” James said.

“It’s my fault, I’m the one who should be feeling that way, not you. After all, it was me who initiated the whole thing. I’m sorry for pushing something you didn’t want.” He continued, sounding too mature for his own good.

“Something I didn’t want!?” You exclaimed, exaggerating the ‘i’.

“Yea, you made that extremely clear that night on the staircase.” He defended.

“I never said I didn’t want this. I never said I didn’t want you…” your voice trailed off.

“You do realise how bloody overwhelming you are, right? Especially your friends, don’t even get me started about them.” You said, letting out a bitter laugh.

“Well this isn’t about them, it’s about us.” His voice raised a little too loud.

“If you really thought about ‘us’ ,then you would have done something when Sirius was firing missiles at me the whole fucking night.” You defended.

“Everything all right?” Professor Slughorn asked, intercepting. You had forgotten he was even there.

“Everything is fine professor. I was just leaving.” You spat, storming out of the room.

James had the audacity to think that you didn’t want him? After you spent years and years trying to deny any ounce of attraction you felt towards him, he had the nerve to say you didn’t want him? Oh how you wanted to strangle him right then and there.

It’s fine. This is for the best. You were never meant for someone as flamboyant as James. You knew better than to get sucked into his world. The following night sleep treated you as a stranger. You sat awake, thoughts of James Fleamont Potter stirring in your head.

Sleep deprived and in desperate need of caffeine, you made your way to the great hall for breakfast, half dressed with messy hair and morning breath. It was a bright Sunday morning, most people slept in, so you thought you were safe. But, boy were you wrong. James sat at the Gryffindor table, standing up hastily as soon as you walked in. Before you could turn around and leave, he pulled out his want and cast a spell that locked the doors of the hall. You looked around the room, noticing very few students, so at least your embarrassment was reduced to half.

“What are you doing, James?” You whispered- shouted.

He didn’t respond. He simply looked at you, smiled, and stood up on the fucking dining table. All his friends were gaping at him, especially Sirius.

“Are you feeling all right in the head today , mate?” Sirius asked.

“Oh shut it, Black.” James commanded.

“Y/n… You know, for someone who’s always been told he’s brave… I’ve never been more terrified than I am right now.” He chucked, everyone was staring at him, but he wasn’t taking his gaze off of you.

“I messed up. I shouldn’t have just sat there that night when Sirius ran his mouth. That was fucking pathetic mate, targeting her like that.” He continued, earning a puzzled look from Sirius.

You couldn’t believe it. Was James Potter really standing up to Sirius Black… for you?

“You walked away and I don’t blame you. I knew what I was doing, but I didn’t know it was wrong. I’m sorry for overwhelming you. And I’m so fucking sorry for wasting a whole month avoiding you, when we could have spent it together.” He reached into his robes, pulling out a bouquet of enchanted flowers.

“Accept my apology, love?”

Your heart was racing, your head was spinning and you knew you couldn’t be trusted with any major decisions right now…. But you didn’t care.

You walked closer to him. He stepped off the table as he handed you the flowers. He knew you hated causing a scene. He knew you didn’t like being seen. He knew what he was doing, he was giving you a Gold Rush, and he was enjoying it so much.

You placed a hand on his cheek, not caring who was looking, and kissed him like there was no tomorrow. James wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer, completely engulfing you into the moment.

Cheers and whistles erupted from excited students who got to witness a scene this early in the morning. You pulled away from him, to look him in the eye.

“I hate you, James Potter.” You blushed.

“You know you love me, Y/N Y/L/N.” He smirked, still holding onto you.

“Get a room!” Someone , probably Sirius, shouted .

“Oh, we definitely will.” James teased, making you red.

In that moment, you didn’t care who was looking, you didn’t care that everyone else wanted James potter, because you were the one he wanted.

——————————Bonus —————————

“Y/N! Wait up!” A voice called, as you were walking to class.

It was Sirius Black. Ugh, what did he want?

“Listen…. I’m sorry about being so… for being such a prat. I gave you a really hard time for no reason, well I had my reasons. You see, James is the closest thing I have to family that I actually love, so naturally I tend to be very protective of him. I thought you weren’t right for him…. Your just …. Quite different from us. Can I put it like that? But, seeing how happy you make our Jamie, I realised I owed you an apology. Oh and also, James threatened my life if I didn’t set things right with you. Anyways, catch you later, I’ve got class. Bye!” Sirius walked away, after unloading all of that on you and not even giving you a chance to reply.

Oh how you loved your boyfriend- James Potter.

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Pairing: James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: The day after you and James share a kiss, he invited you to watch him play quidditch. You get jealous seeing him with another girl. You meet his friend group. Things don’t end well.

Warnings: Lily is mentioned as James’ friend for the sake of reader x james,( I love jily), Cursing , Rude Sirius, Angst towards the end.

Author’s note: Hi cuties xx. I hope you enjoy pt.2. I’ll be posting pt.3 soon. Feel free to leave comments or send requests if you have any suggestions/improvements/ ideas for this pt and pt-3. Follow me to keep up the updates. <3.

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You woke up to the sound of your dorm mates bubbling over today’s quidditch match. Your head was throbbing with pain; you barely got any sleep last night. Then it all came crashing back to you, the late night stroll that lead to your kiss with James Potter. Bloody hell. Did it really happen? Or was it just an extremely vivid dream. Dubious about the accuracy of your memory, you got up and quickly got dressed , and headed to breakfast.

The great hall was filled with the chatter of excited students; they were all raving about today’s match. Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Well that explains the dung bombs last night.

Your palms were sweating with nerves, you were so not ready to see him yet.

Right on cue, you spotted James sitting with his friends, and stuffing his face with food.

“I’ve got to fuel up for the match. D’you think having this amazing body was easy?” James gloated coyly.

Your stomach filled with butterflies, how pathetic. There James was, an arrogant git, attacking his food like there was no tomorrow. Yet, you couldn’t help let out a small smile.

“Y/n!” James shouted across the hall.

Your face flushed red out of embarrassment. You tried looking away , but it was too late. James jogged over to you.

“Hey pretty.” He smirked.

“Hi.” You said plainly.

“So, today is the quidditch match. You coming to see me play?” He grinned.

“Uh… I don’t know. I’m not really a sports kinda person.” You told.

“Oh come on, just come to see the legendary James Potter in action, love.” He pleaded.

Merlin, how could someone be so obnoxious yet so charming.

“Tone it down a notch, ‘prongs’. “ You teased, making air quotes.

“I’ll see if I can come, i’ve got a lot of reading to catch up on.” You continued, walking away before he could reply.

The encounter left your stomach rumbling. Thanks to that idiot James, you couldn’t even think about keeping down any food right now.

You hated how James left you feeling. You didn’t like anticipating your face in a red flush, you didn’t like seeing double vision in a rose blush, and most of all, you didn’t like feeling vulnerable by the mere presence of someone, let alone a boy. A boy that half the school is in love with.

Going to the quidditch match was a bad idea, letting James in was a bad idea, it went against everything you told yourself from your very start of Hogwarts. Yet, you found yourself doing exactly that.

You decided you could spare a few minutes to watch the quidditch match. You gaslit yourself into believing you were going for the sake of ‘enjoying and learning the sport’, and not for James. You made your way into the Y/H stands, trying your best not to be noticed by the messy haired Gryffindor chaser. Although, you hardly doubted he would notice you from 50 feet above.

The match dragged on for 3 whole hours, and you were appalled by the fact that you stayed the whole duration. You watched a handful of matches your whole life, but this one, this one was different. It had something to do with the fact that, James was so effortlessly good at what he did.

Gryffindor won even though Slytherin’s seeker caught the snitch. They were leading by a 100 points, and James had thrown the quaffle into the hoop more than 20 times. Even you knew that the victory was mostly his doing. The Gryffindor team jumped off their brooms, and started jumping with excitement, adrenaline pumping through their veins. You wanted to congratulate James, it was the decent thing to do, right?

As you were walking up to the ground, a red headed girl beat you to him. She hugged him rather intimately, and placed a kiss on his cheek. Your stomach churned. Maybe it was the nausea from not eating or maybe it was seeing that girl being so close to James, you didn’t care. What were you doing? Coming to a quidditch match for the captain of the Gryffindor team? You didn’t expect him to notice you, then why were you so offended when he didn’t? Without thinking, you ran out the filed, wanting nothing more than to forget about the stupid match, the stupid kiss and stupid James fucking potter.

The following night in the library ,you were drowning in a pile of books, struggling to finish all your assignments.

“We need to stop running into each other like this.” A voice whispered into your ear from behind.

“Although, you seem to be more interested in running away from me than into me.” James continued. Well you’d he damned. He did in-fact notice you at the match.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you mumbled, refusing to turn around and look at him.

“C’mon, love. Don’t be coy. Why did you run away like that? Still flustered after last night are we?” He pressed.

“Piss off, Potter.” You spat, trying to walk away.

“Wait! Don’t be like that. Do you want to talk about what happened last night, is that it?” He asked, gripping your wrist, stopping you from walking away.

“No. Clearly you’d rather talk to that red headed girl you were being so ‘friendly’ with earlier. I get it, the kiss was no big deal. It’s cool” You lied.

“No big deal? Ouch.” He said, removing a fake arrow from his heart.

“That red head earlier was Lily Evans. She’s my good mate. Trust me, you do NOT need to worry about Lily, plus I’m certain she’s got a thing for Snivellus.” James explained.

“Snivellus?” You questioned. What is up with him and these stupid nicknames?

“Long story. Anyway, why don’t you join me and the lads in the Gryffindor common room tonight. We’re celebrating the win.” Was James asking you to meet his friends tonight? No way. There was only one person you found more insufferable than James, Sirius freaking Black. He was obviously going to be there.

“Um- I- I have uh… errands-“ you tried to come up with an excuse but James cut you off.

“I’ll see you tonight.” He said, as he winked and disappeared into the dark.

A few hours after dinner, you reluctantly made your way into the Gryffindor common room. Everyone seemed to be asleep. The room was dimly lit, with cosy sofas arranged next to a roaring fire. You spotted James , Sirius, Remus , Peter, Lily and Marlene sprawled in front of the fire place.

You cleared your throat, making your presence aware.

“Y/n! You came!” James greeted, pulling you into a side hug.

After introducing you to the group, James insisted you sat right next to him on the sofa. At some point during the night, his hands found their way to the small of your back, tracing gentle circles on it. You didn’t want to admit it, but you were starting to enjoy yourself. But that didn’t last long.

Sirius insisted on playing a game of Truth or Dare, where he mostly targeted you. You managed to dodge most of the questions, which really pissed Sirius off.

“Ok. Fine. If you’re not going to answer any of the questions, Y/n, why is it that you have no friends? Why do you walk around alone and eat alone all the time like some depressed loser.” Sirius said bluntly.

Heat spread from your ears to your neck. Your face burned with embarrassment. That did it.

“Fuck off , Black.” You flipped him off , as you stormed out of the common room.

“What the hell, mate?” You heard James say.

You were walking so fast it could be considered running.

“Y/n, wait!” James called after you.

You tried to ignore him, but he caught up with you in the corridor because the stupid stair cases decided to move, again.

“Y/n…I’m so sorry. Ignore Sirius. He can be a real dick.” James said.

“Hey, look at me.” He tilted your head up to meet his eyes. They were filled with regret. He probably regretted calling you tonight. What was he thinking? Did he expect his friends to like you? In what world would that be true? You saw how they picked on people like you. How they bullied those different from them. Why did you expect anything else?

“What are you thinking?” James asked, brushing his thumb against your cheek. He was standing extremely close to you again. Practically hovering. Before you could answer, he pulls you in, locking his lips with yours. A sudden warmth spreads through your body. You close your eyes, the subtle pressure of his hands on your waist sending jolts of electricity down your spine. This was wrong. Stop. Pull away. You thought to yourself, but your body wouldn’t comply. You kissed him back with more aggression than you anticipated, running your fingers through his hair. After what felt like an eternity of pure heavenly bliss, James pulled away.

“Should we head back?” He asked.

Then you came back to your senses. Reality was a harsh slap in the face. Deal with it now, so you’re not left wretched later.

“I can’t ,James. I can’t do this. I don’t know what I was thinking. I thought I could handle your friends, the crowds and the constant attention your around. But, truth be told, I really can’t. It’s all too much for me. You’re too much for me…you’ll probably be fine, maybe even better off without me. This was a big mistake.” You said, gesturing between the two of you.

For the first time in history, James Potter was left speechless. His face was engulfed with hurt. You didn’t want to hurt him, but it was better him than you.

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Lily jumps into James’ arms. He stumbles at the impact but he’s able to stay on his feet as Lily buries her face into his neck. He grips her waist, hoisting her up, letting her legs dangle.

“You could’ve died, you idiot,”

“You would like that wouldn’t you, Evans?” he chuckles.

He sets her down when he feels her hold on him loosen.

She steps back from him and immediately punches his chest.

“How could you say that?”

His face falls when he sees that she was being serious. Soon, her nose scrunches up in a way only he knew. She began to cry.

“Evans?” he says, reaching out for her.

She pushes his hand away and takes another step back.

“No. No, I wouldn’t like it if you died, James!” she raises her voice, letting the tears start to fall before she’s sobbing. She covers her face with her hands and before long she feels the distant lingering of James’ hand hovering over her, unsure of what to do.

“I— Lily, I’m sorry, please don’t cry… I was only joking,”

She lifts her head from her hands, wiping the tears on her cheeks.

“Well, I’m not! It’s always fun and games with you! You don’t even realize what you could do to someone if something were to happen to you!”

“You’re not making sense, Lily”

“Do you think Sirius, Remus, and Peter are the only people who care about you? They’re not. I care about you, James…. So you can’t gamble your life away and die on me just to get a quick laugh— not now, not ever— not when I’m—!”

“When you’re what?” he asks gently

“Not when I’m this gone for you, you arsehole!”

James’ eyes widen.

“So— So you can’t just risk your life all willy-nilly like that because— because I love you too damn much to lose you before I can even get the chance to tell you just how much,”

Lily’s breathing is heavy, tears steadily streaming down her face as her chest heaves up and down slowly.

“You… love me?”

Lily could only let a slightly amused breath out, “Merlin, you are oblivious aren’t you?”

“You love me?”

“Yeah.” She answers nodding, “I do. So if— if you don’t have feelings for me anymore, well tough luck, Potter, because I don’t think this’ll be going away any time soon,” She says, bitter smile on her face.

“I never said I wanted it to go away,”

A beat.

“I don’t want it to go away.” James takes long strides to Lily, taking her tear-stricken face into his warm hands and kisses her.

He pulls away and rests his forehead against hers. “I’ve had feelings for you since 3rd year, Evans.” He leans away, bending down to meet Lily’s eyes. “What makes you think I ever stopped, huh?” He swipes her falling tears with his thumb.

At this, Lily smiles but the tears don’t stop. All she can do is walk in closer to him. She throws her hands around his torso, presses into him, and cries into his chest.

James hugs her, one hand on her head, the other on her back. Rubbing her back and leaving soft kisses on the crown of her head until she stopped shaking and her breathing evened out.

leather jackets and woollen jumpers - Wolfstar (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/262141046?utm_source=android&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Saffire078&wp_originator=JebmaXLsvfjxZc%2Bf0fjhCvxeW6Zw5E5p6KR5Nj%2BDKFhI1TU7LFflEoosW%2BrbnYGy42gwa02ZavVx59a5qgOhlIT3LjcGsX%2BwkBC%2BKHqCeOUfSjCr5Z09e3MEi8s2uodg Wolfstar muggle AU with a little Jilly Smut will be in this story so if too young please refrain from reading. TW homophobia, possible metion of suicide and death.

*sirius and james having a discussion in the afterlife*

james: he named his kid albus severus, ALBUS FUCKING SEVERUS!!

sirius: you’re kidding.

james: i’m dead serious.

sirius: no…i’m dead sirius, you’re dead james.

james: sirius is about to come home from his third date any minute now.

regulus: third date? with the same guy? did he talk during the first two?

james: yeah no, i’m as shocked as you are.

james: *holding up his smudged glasses* reg, darling, can you get me something to clean my glasses with?

regulus: sure. *stands up and walks over to sirius, rips his shirt off his back, and gives the torn piece to james*

james: *cleaning his glasses* thank you, my love.

sirius: what did i ever do to you?

remus: *pulling out a list* i thought you’d never ask.

more jegulus and their struggle with french <3

regulus: are you done practicing?

james: yes! i’ve memorized what to say to sirius this time.

regulus: right, go on then.

james: tu es…a dúmmy…?

regulus: *facepalming* bête.

sirius and remus texting:

sirius: i love you, stay safe! <33

remus: will do, i love you too abby. <3

remus: baby*

*sirius black is typing…*

remus: oh god, here we go again…