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Sirius: Good morning—
Remus: no. It is not a good morning. Mornings will never be good. Mornings are always terrible.
Sirius:
Sirius: Coffee?
Remus: Yes please <33
Remus: I realise I may not have the best habits
Sirius: you consume nothing but caffeine, sleep 3 hours a day, refuse to socialise with anybody, and then proceed to overwork yourself to the point of exhaustion.
Remus:
Remus: like I said, not the bEST—
Peter: What did you guys get in your yearbook?
Lily : 'Prettiest Smile'
James: 'Nicest Personality'
Sirius: 'Most likely to start a bar fight'
Remus: ‘Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'
i guess perfumes are the most underrated gifts. Like, the person will always think of you the moment they'll spray it on themselves or whenever anyone will compliment them about how good they smell. It is just so wholesome
remus: girls be like 'i cAn FiX hiM1!1!' yeah, relax bob the builder. sirius has got 10 other girls saying they can 'fix him' too. y'all look like a fucking construction crew
Am I a person? Or am I just a bunch of my favorite quotes glued together?
Sirius: Holy shit! Is that the ocean?!
James: Yeah, Pads, that's the ocean.
Sirius: What's on the other side of it?
Lily: Europe.
Sirius: How long would it take—
Remus: Do not fucking try and swim to Europe. Do not.
Laying on the couch in the common room reading when James gets back from quidditch practice and he just lays right on top of you and nuzzles his face into your neck and falls asleep nearly instantly.
Remus: So.
Remus: I’m in love.
Remus: With Sirius.
Remus: I’m in love with Sirius.
Lily:
Lily: Sirius Black?
Remus: yes?
Remus: …thoughts?
Lily: And prayers.
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Remus: my type is shoulder-length black hair, grey eyes, a Gryffindor, and a bloke named Sirius Black
Sirius:
Sirius: who the fuck has the same name as me what
“But just because you’re strong and resilient doesn’t mean you never need someone to be there for you, to take care of you.”
— Tammara Webber
Introducing muggle cameras to James and him being excited to take pictures with reader 🥺🥺
oh goddddd when is it my turn
"One more, baby." James said to you, his eyes admiring you from the little square slot in the camera. "Good, smile for me. You look so good, pretty girl." He praises you, chuckling at your red cheeks.
"Jamie, c'mon. You've taken so many pictures of me you can practically cover our room in it." You tell him, walking over to where he was standing in front of you.
"Maybe that's what I was going for. It wouldn't look bad, y'know? These walls all stuck with little pictures of you, yeah I wouldn't be opposed to it." He grinned down at you, shaking the photograph in his hands.
You shook your head at him, bringing his chin down to meet you in a sweet kiss. James complies, letting you sway with him slowly. When the picture becomes clear, he smiles at you then kisses the square of the photograph. "My girl is absolutely perfect." He praises.
You can't help but bask in his conpliment, giggling lightly as you took the camera from his hands. "Let's go, the party's starting soon so we can't waste anymore time taking pictures." You reprimand him.
James takes the camera back from you, "We certainly can take a few more. I never want to forget this moment, baby. Come on, just a few pictures of us." He offers.
You can't turn down his offer, you never want to forget about this moment either. So you pull his hand toward your shared bed, sitting him down on the edge and climbing up his lap. You lean behind so your back meets his chest, your head slotting perfectly on the crook of his neck.
James directs the camera toward the both of you, counting down from 3 until the shutter sounds and the photograph slides out. There you are, both looking so cozy tangled in each other. James kisses you again, softly. "I love you so so much, pretty girl."
[The girls singing and dancing in the Gryffindor common room]
Lily: All the single ladies!
Marlene: All the single ladies!
Alice: All the single ladies!
Lily: now put your hands up!!
James who just entered the common room: put your hands goddam down, what the hell is wrong with you?
Lily confused: what is wrong with you?
James: no, you're singing this a little personal, like all the single ladies put your hands up, put your shit down!
Lily: it's a song!
James: did you forget I'm your boyfriend?
Lily: did you forget you didn't put a ring on it? so technically, I am single.
James: oh, oh, oh that's what we're doing, you're not Beyonce! you're Lily Jade Evans! you didn't make this shit.
Lily whispering: You just said my middle name *starts yelling* play my song!
(Marlene puts the song while a mad James gets pushed out by Remus)
if you want to be happy, be
"And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in."
- Jane Austen
Third of December
It’s winter, snowy and cold, but Remus’ jumpers always looked better on his girlfriend anyway.
PAIRING: Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader
CONTENT: fluff, fluff, fluff! no spell check
NOTES: Moony my beloved <3 This is based off of Conan Gray's 'Heather.’
Resting upon the pavement and oak trees in perfect white, snow fell; little crystals casting gold in the streetlights that mingled with the twinkling stars that just appeared with a navy blue and deep purple sky.
The chill managed to seep past the closed windows and through her thick clothes, biting her skin as she stared out the window from her little flat with Remus. Her hands clasped together, rubbing to generate friction and warmth but failed to create anything substantial.
Faint music played in the background, the record player switching on and off by itself, enchanted by magic to switch a vinyl every once in a while. Currently, a love song played.
Light footsteps sounded behind her, coming closer and closer until a pair of arms, warm and strong, wrapped around her torso and pulled her close.
“Remus,” she sighed, relaxing into his hold as he pressed himself against her back. She felt a small kiss pressed to the crown of her hair before he rested his chin on her shoulder.
They stood like that for a bit; staring out the window while watching the snow collect and build.
Remus nuzzled his face to the side of her neck and she giggled at the feeling of his nose brushing against exposed skin.
“You’re shaking, my love,” he murmured.
“It’s cold.”
Remus paused, his grip tightening for a moment before spinning her around. His eyes were thoughtful until he detached himself and tugged his cream-white jumper off. His hair flopped, dishevelled, as he pulled it over her head, her arms finding the sleeves as it hung around her frame.
She looked up to him, hands placing on his chest as he pulled her back against him. “But you’ll be —”
“Shh,” he cut off. “Besides, it looks better on you than me.”
Warmth seemed to take over her whole body, and it wasn’t from the jumper.
It was just polyester, fried and worn at the edges, but well-loved and adorned. A symbol of more than just love but anchoring her soul and intertwining with his.
“Thank you.”
A grin grew on Remus’ face, causing small dimples to appear by his mouth and crinkling the lines by his eyes. And somehow, his hair managed to glow golden brown, as if he were the snow in the streetlight — caused by the dimmed and brothy candlelight in the background.
His head tilted to the side, cupping her cheek. She had him mesmerized with just touch alone.
“I can’t believe it’s already the third of December.”
She hummed, mind already reeling and churning as a flurry of memories zipped past. Remus had other plans, grabbing her wrist to twirl her around, now in sync with the music. Her giggling, his light chuckling, filled the room as he tried to dip her, only to fail miserably and nearly slip. Instead, they switched to swaying, better for them and Remus’ long limbs.
There was a simplicity of that day that was monumental. With mugs filled with red wine on the table, Remus' chocolate, their slight drunken dancing and hearts aglow that shielded them both from the cold. Even their eyes twinkled brighter than even gems couldn't match.
“You’re such an angel.”
With Remus, love songs started to make sense, both singing in perfect harmony.
“Not too bad yourself, Moony.”
He laughed, nose scrunching. Continuing to sway, he leant forward and pressed his forehead against hers with a smile so warm she forgot it was winter. Words were left unsaid, but spoken through every touch, shy glance and warm lips - both shouted in a secret language.
“I love you,” he said, kissing her forehead.
“I love you,” he said, kissing her nose.
“I love you,” he said, kissing her cheek.
This time, a finger hooked beneath her chin and raised her to look up to him.
“I love you,” he whispered like an oath, a sacred prayer, kissing her lips.
She wasn’t sure when she slipped her heart into the palms of Remus’ hands; letting him hold it, cradle it, place it into the pockets of his jeans. But there it would remain, safe, sound and warm.
“I love you too,” she muttered back, utterly breathless. “Happy anniversary.”
Remus couldn’t help but let his heart soar. He had found a love that made him soft, encouraged his soul to chase and make the fall less frightening. They managed to find each other, two futures that woven themselves together that unravelled knots in the endless constellation.
He hung onto every word as the rest of his life flashed a smile at him.
And then he kissed her, again and again. Again.
Sirius: in my defense your honor, I did it for the aesthetic
I want to go and find antique bookstores and beautiful coffee shops with cobbled streets. Actually I want a library with a secret doorway disguised as a bookshelf that leads to a large , hidden place , where i can go and hide forever and maybe i found a way to a strange ancient world.
Sirius: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me!
Remus: We're the best thing that's happened to you?
Sirius: Yes!
James: I'm starting to feel sorry for you.
jo march really was like. i love the people around me and i cannot cope with them leaving and being mature and appealing enough to start new chapters in their lives while i'm still clinging into this idealised, carefree, comedy-like lifestyle i thought was gonna last forever. and i really thought platonic relationships could replace my repressed longing for a romantic one but now all my loved ones' first priorities became romance. meanwhile i cannot put myself out seeking a romantic relationship because that would automatically mean altering, belittleing, objectifying and compromising myself, my life would become a cliche with guaranteed unhappy ending because i feel like no one in this world could truly make me happy. and i do want to embrace my independent, single lifestyle but i guess i didnt calculate back then how lonely it's going to feel. it's like my only choice is between two types of unhappiness. jo march conveyed all this stuff and i'm not supposed to tear up just thinking about that goddamn movie???
thinking of watching jo march say, "i'm so sick of people saying love is all a woman is fit for! i am so sick of it! but i'm so lonely!" for the first time, feeling like your soul left your body and thinking, oh, someone was brave enough to say it out loud.
self care is watching little women 2019 and relating so hard to jo because she thought platonic love was all she needed to be happy then watched everyone she loves prioritize romantic love before her and realizing how lonely she was without romance despite how much she detested wanting it 😭
"Say yes and let's be happy together, Jo."
James Potter giving you kisses on your cheeks and wrapping his arms around your waist. He whispers soft “I love you’s,” into your ear and the messy haired boy smells of oranges and cedar-wood
Comfort is found in a person (2.3k)
summary: james is always there for you, for anything. but most of all, when you need comfort.
warnings: mentions food, making out
pairing: james potter x fem!reader
a/n: alright okay, so I changed up the request a little and added a wolfstar plot. hope u like it!!!!
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"So, do you really think Moony has a new boyfriend?" You ask James casually, stuffing your mouth with more chocolate from Remus' small stash.
James nods and tries to talk while his mouth is full, causing him to drop a few chewed-up pieces of chocolate from his mouth. You scrunch up your face in disgust and kick him playfully on the chest. "Oh, James that's disgusting."
He chuckles with his hand over his mouth, making sure he finished everything inside his mouth before talking again. "Mm, yeah. I think he does." He says this while raising his eyebrows and nodding his head toward Remus' bed.
The bed that's messed up and not yet made. "I don't get it. Does that just mean he's slept?" You ask dumbfounded.
James rolls his eyes at you, patting your leg and getting ready to explain. Right now, you're currently laying back on James' bed while he's slumping over the opposite end of his bed. James lifts his body gently, then sits beside you against the pillows. "Y/n ... look at Moony's bed, then look at Pads." He says, smirking at you as you figure it all out.
Your mouth parts in shock, "No!" You scoff unbelievably, "Really? I have to say, I actually expected this from them, Jamie." You laugh softly, still glancing between Remus and Sirius' beds.
"Ah, me too. Moony's been talking about him forever. He's covering it up by not telling me the name of this so-called guy he fancies. But I found out when he shuts up about it in front of Pads." James grins.
You smile up at him, "Yeah, you're smart like that." As soon as you say that, he flushes deep red in both of his cheeks. The only reason you love complimenting James is because of how red and flustered he gets. But that isn't the only reason you do it, you also do it because you mean it.
James is about to speak when the door bangs loudly. No one is coming in, but both of you can tell that someone's snogging against it. "Eh, see?" James gestured toward the door, then lifted a hand to signal you to stay still.
"Shouldn't we get out of here?" You ask him, getting ready to lift your leg and take off from his bed.
James waves a hand at you, "No. Let's just wait here and confront them about it. I can't believe I had to find out myself about this." He says, at the last part a little more disappointed.
Just when you were about to pull James' hand up and get him out of there— the door opens up and Remus and Sirius come stumbling in clumsily. They don't see you and James though, both too occupied in kissing the other. Sirius has his hands on Remus' neck, clinging to him as he's a little shorter. Remus can't help but breathe out little sighs and whispers to Sirius.
This goes on for a minute until you clear your throat, looking away from them. Your hand is still tucked with James and you're in a half-standing, half-sitting position. Remus blushes hard, burying his face in his hands. Sirius however, just grins happily while he brings Remus in closer with a hand around his shoulder.
"Well, well," James starts, clearly looking bitterly at the two boys. "You didn't care to tell me about this?" He asked with a loud tone, "I thought I was your best mate, guess not anymore." He says, with his lip closed tightly.
You laugh at him, letting go of his hand but instead wrapping your arms around his neck and smiling. "Don't be dramatic, Jamie." You tell him, slumping back on the bed and playing with his fingers.
Sirius, from the other side of the room— who looked utterly messed up after his post snogging session, mocked. "Yeah, Jamie don't be dramatic." He finished with loud laughter.
Remus slapped Sirius on the chest and moved from his place beside him to walk over to James' bed. "Sorry, we didn't tell you, Prongs. It just happened a few weeks ago. At the Ravenclaw party, Pads was drunk. And ... and I helped him clean up and— he uh ... he kissed me." Remus turned red at the last part, biting his lips and glancing at Sirius for a moment.
Sirius winked at him, "Yeah, it wasn't a big thing or anything."
James seemed to like Remus' explanation better, patting him on the back and hugging him. Then James assures him it was fine and he loved seeing his two best friends happy with each other. He was happy for them. After listening to countless hours of Remus talking and talking about this boy. And Remus wasn't usually the talking type, so with him being boy-crazed— James had a slight suspicion.
When Sirius was about to excuse himself outside, James joins him and they both go down to talk in the common room. This leaves you with Remus, who still had a tint of red in his cheeks.
"I'm so happy for you, Rem." You smile at him softly, "I mean, fucking finally. I can tell how long you've been obsessed with Sirius." You pat him sincerely on the shoulder.
He laughs, "Please, when is it you and Prongs' time?" He shakes his head, looking at your expression change so quickly.
"What?" You ask him, still managing the proper smile on your face. "We aren't—"
Remus cuts you off, looking at you with a knowing look. "You may not be dating, but the way he looks at you?" Remus says this in a questioning tone.
"He doesn't look at me like anything, Remus, please." You mutter, the smile no longer evident on you.
"Mhm. But why are you both always so touchy? Everywhere, Y/n. I mean, you're both pretty domestic for people who aren't dating." Remus says this so casually as if it's just a thing people say. Because it isn't.
James and you ... your relationship was like that. James likes to touch you, not in a sexual way— just a normal way. He likes holding your hand whenever the both of you just hang out together. Or sometimes he'd sling a hand over your shoulders and walk with you to classes. But did it mean anything? No, well you were sure it was James being himself. And anyway, you were content with it.
"It's just the way it is. James, he's ... he's likes that. And I guess it's not a problem for me." You say truthfully.
"Mhm. Alright, I believe you." Remus says, his expression so genuine you'd think he was honest.
You shook your head and scoffed at him. "Whatever, Rem. I've got class." You tell him, with a half annoyed tone. Remus doesn't react, just helps you get your satchel from the floor and hands it to you. You grab it from him and head to the door without a word.
Your legs make quick work of heading downstairs into the common room. There, James and Sirius are in the middle of an important conversation. From the looks of it, James has had enough but Sirius keeps on talking anyway. When he catches sight of you, his voice grows louder. "Speak of the devil!" He announces, causing James to look behind him and give you a small smile.
"Hey, I have Care of Magical Creatures. I'll see you later James?" You cock your head to your best friend, him nodding in response.
Sirius suddenly looks up to you in surprise, "Oh wait, I have that class too. You wanna walk down together?" He offers. When you agree, Sirius climbs up the stairs to take his stuff.
"Moony make you mad or something?" James asks from his seat, his fingers playing with the loose string of his Quidditch sweater.
You shrug at him and James turns his head to the side. "You can't lie to me, Y/l/n. Come on, I know you."
" 's whatever, don't wanna talk about it." You tell him. James gives you a nod, just a simple one. Because this is how he is. He knows you, he does. He gets when you're not in the mood, or when you just want to be left alone.
Sirius arrives downstairs pretty quickly, James gives you an endearing kiss on your temple and you and Sirius go down for your class. And the whole time, it's just Sirius talking about how obsessed James is with you. Maybe it's true, maybe it's not. Either way, you don't pay him attention.
—
After an awfully long lesson about Thestrals— whatever those transparent bony creatures were that your professor had shown you. The day went on pretty late, and you were ready to just plop in bed already. So Sirius didn't make matters any better with the things he said about you and James.
It was nearly midnight when you were woken up by one James Potter. You were still in your uniform, your tie messed up and your hair all tangled after a very messy nap. James woke you up so gently, makings sure you were aware of everything.
"What are you still doing down here?" He asked you, combing away any stray hairs that covered your face.
"Oh uh ... I may have overslept." You told him, "Merlin, I'm so tired." You confessed while trying to rub more life into your eyes.
James grabs your hand gently, "Come on, I'll take you to your dorm." He says, rubbing your back soothingly with his warm hands.
"Mm no. Let's just stay down here for a while." You pat his shoulder to tell him to sit down next to you.
When he does, you immediately lay your head on his shoulder and feel his hands wrapping around you. "Have a good day?" He asked, his voice in a whisper.
"No, not really."
He looks down and presses a delicate kiss on your hairline, just a small one enough to make you feel like bursting. "Tell me."
You sigh tiredly, "Well we learned about Thestrals today. They had the creatures brought in the grounds and it just ..." You bite your lips here, keeping them shut for a moment. "It just reminded me of how long ago it happened. Y'know, because if you can see the Thestrals it means you've seen death." You finished.
At this, James brings you in closer so that your head rests in the crook of his neck. He stays tight-lipped, not knowing what to say to you and afraid he'll say something wrong.
"It's been so long that I barely remember his face anymore. I just wish ... I dunno, like if there was a way just to see him ..." You finish blankly, having no more words on the tip of your tongue.
"I'm sorry," James apologizes as if it's his fault. "You know, I— I'm not sure what to say here." He hesitated.
You turn your head so you're looking up at him. Even while sitting down, the height difference between you two is evident. "It's okay, Jamie. It happened a long time ago, I'm not even sure why it affected me so much today." You say truthfully.
James smiles at you, naturally leaning down as he's done all the time. His fingers brush your hair aside and he leans down, even more, to press a kiss on your cheek. "I hope you'll feel better, then." When your eyes don't leave him, or his lips to be exact— James smiles at you with a crooked smile, "What?"
Your eyes move from his lips to his eyes, those beautiful hazel ones that look like honey to you. You seem to falter when he asks this, Remus and Sirius' words spinning all around your head in hushed tones.
Maybe it was just the mood, how warm it was in the common room. Or how warm it was to be in James' arms. The way he brushed your hair away and pressed kisses to your head or cheeks— the way he always does. Or maybe it was the familiarity of it all, how everything felt. Or maybe, you thought glumly, it was the way James was there for you every time you needed him to be. Maybe Remus and Sirius were right.
So maybe it didn't hurt to try. Right?
Your hands wrap around his neck so quickly, bringing him in impossibly closer to you. When your lips finally touch his, it wasn't at all what you expected. Yes, you should probably admit that you've thought about this. It wasn't like it was a sin, because who wouldn't think about kissing a pretty boy if he was that touchy with you.
What you expected was for the kiss to be sloppy. Maybe a little on the messy side, something like James would accidentally bite your lips, or his breath would taste like pumpkin juice. But no ... it was completely different.
Within a few seconds, he's already kissing you back. And so so passionately at that too. James appeared to be more energized than he looked because he was kissing you so well. His hands are as gentle as always, making sure he wasn't hurting you with his tight grip on your waist. But he's been waiting for this to happen for so long, always thinking of those plump lips of yours. Thinking about how it would feel while skimming his upper lip.
James makes a mental note to breathe through his nose, wanting to savor the moment for as long as he can. He also has to remind himself that this isn't one of his dreams. Ones that wake him up in the middle of the night, red-faced and sweating. He's incredibly ashamed of admitting to anyone that he has dreams of snogging his best friend senselessly. But he does, and it goes a little like this.
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