Hello. I Dont Really Know How To Do This Properly

Hello. I don’t really know how to do this properly

Can you make something where the reader is like two/three years younger then the marauders and like grew up next to James so he’s like her older brother type thing? Completely fine if not but this has been stuck in my head

(zero romance pls if you do pls)

thank you so much for the request!! ♡ i tried to play around with the plot a little :)

always | j.p.

tw: fluff

james potter x reader (platonic)

Your hands instinctively come up to shield your face as confetti rains down in the Great Hall for the third time that evening.

A frown settles on your face as you slowly lower your arms, feeling the split second when your hand comes into contact with a drink on the refreshments table and knocks it to the ground. A frustrated groan escapes your lips.

You flick the remnants of the drink off your hand and sigh, moving away from the table to go lean on another wall. You shuffle your way through the various couples giggling and dancing and snogging, feeling your resentment grow by the second. Once you’ve safely reached the other side of the mob in the middle of the hall, your eyes rake over the place.

As usual, Hogwarts was shimmering with splendour for the annual ball. Fairy lights adorned the ceilings, and decorated tables were laden with every type of food you could think of. The long tables in the centre had been cleared to allow for dancing, while the Weird Sisters played popular tunes at the front of the hall.

You tried not to let it get to you, but as you awkwardly shuffle around to make way for couples trying to get past you, a dull ache makes its way into your heart.

Kingsley Shacklebolt had very sweetly asked you to the school dance a couple of days ago and you had agreed. The whole evening had been spent in preparation for tonight, doing makeup with the girls and putting on your lovely dress adorned with golden butterflies. But Kingsley fell terribly ill an hour before the dance, and couldn’t muster the strength to even get out of bed.

It was unfortunate, something you were so looking forward to going wrong like this. Especially since you really really liked Kingsley.

You sigh, loneliness and embarrassment starting to get the better of you as you resign yourself to staying as an onlooker. Couples fade in and out of your vision, twirling and prancing around. A huff of resentment escapes you as you try not to glare too hard at those having fun.

Just when you stand up straight, deciding that there was no point staying, you feel a hand on your shoulder and startle. Turning around, you come face-to-face with a grinning James Potter.

“Hey Pickle. You doing good?” he asks, his smile widening as he sees the frown on your face.

That was what James had called you since you first met on the Hogwarts express years ago, a timid first-year crashing straight into the most popular third-year in the school. You bumped into him while holding a jar of pickles (god knows why), and ended up hurling them all over him. He laughed it off while you apologised incessantly and cleaned him up. He thought you were adorable.

That day, James pestered you about yourself till you snapped, and the two of you were inseparable ever since.

“No, Potty. I’m not doing good. Kingsley’s sick,” you mutter, trying to veil the hurt in your voice with anger. He lets out a sympathetic coo and softens, his hand moving down to take yours.

You sigh, your anger dissipating to leave disappointment. “I’m gonna leave,” you murmur, turning around to get to the door. But his grip on your hand remains firm. You turn back around, brows furrowed in confusion.

He's smiling at you, tugging on your hand with that mischievous James Potter twinkle in his eyes. “Come on, Pickle.”

“What?”

“Come on. One dance?”

“Jame-“

“Pickle! You’re no fun. Pleaaaaase?”

You groan, mocking reluctance as you let yourself be led by him as he pulls you to the dance floor. “I can’t dance.”

“You don’t have to, I can do it well enough for the both of us,” James grins. He wraps his arm around your waist, takes your hand in his other one.

He pokes at your hand, gesturing for you to put it on his shoulder. You sigh and do as you’re told. He gives you a small smile and you soften, unable to help smiling back in return.

As the two of you position yourself, the loud manic pop music previously playing comes to an end. A gasp escapes you, your eyes lighting up as you hear the first notes of ‘O Children’ start to play. A childhood favourite, your mum’s go-to song to sing.

James chuckles, slowly starting to sway you along to the beat.

‘Lift up your voice, lift up your voice…’

You move along with him, closing your eyes and feeling the rhythm.

‘Children!...’

James’ footing is perfect, yours is haphazard. His movements are elegant, yours rusty. His dancing on beat, yours attempting to be. But the smile that graces both of your faces is the same.

‘Rejoice, rejoice…’

A giggle escapes you as he twirls you around, both of you bursting out into laughter as you trip on his shoe and your face lands smack on his chest. None of you pull away.

You stay like that for a while, your face buried in your shoulder as he holds you close. The two of you move from side to side in time with the music. You melt into his touch, feeling all your disappointment disappear as you tenderly dance to the soft tune.

“Thanks, James,” you murmur gratefully. He smiles down at you.

“Hey, none of that. You’re my Pickle - of course I had to pester you to dance, I always will,” he chuckles, ruffling your hair. You grin into his shoulder, playfully punching him in the stomach.

“And this song better be playing at your wedding. I need to show everyone, especially your future husband, just how much you suck at dancing.”

“James!”

He laughs, wincing as you pull away to smack him on the shoulder. He pushes you back, but catches you before you tumble to the floor. The two of you are clutching your stomachs and each other’s hands.

You and James dissolve into heaps of laughter and joy, just like you always do.

Hello hellooo I LOVED your headcanons! Could you write one for reader and marauders where the reader just doesn't feel hunger and forgets to eat and drink until their vision starts darkening and the stomach hurts? Bc thats how i am fr. Just some fluff and id prefer it to be platonic but if its not thats okay too 🤞🏻 thank uuuu

ahh thank you so much lovely♡ and sure, here it is! interpret it platonically or romantically, up to you !!

headcanons of marauders x gn!reader who forgets to take care of themselves

• james would make it his mission to make sure you take care of yourself. whenever he sees you, he’ll ask you if you’ve eaten. if you haven’t, he’ll make sure you do

• he’d wake you up early every morning to go eat breakfast with him, not caring how sleepy you are

• he has a stash of your favourite snacks under his bed which he makes you eat whenever you go over to their dorm room

• he would shower you in praises when you remember to eat and drink, to the point where you’re flustered. and you don’t know whether he’s being sarcastic or not (he’s not)

• if he notices you start to black out in classes, he will lovingly force you to get out of the class and go rest (and he’ll come with you)

• sirius would drag you to the great hall to eat with him whenever possible. he would pile your plate with every type of food too, and glare at you until you finish everything on your plate

• and he’d definitely tease you about it, like “has my little mouse nibbled on her food yet?” but he’s actually kind of worried underneath the playful demeanor

• whenever you get a stomachache he would be all “I told you soooo!”

• wraps his arm around your waist and urges you to lean on him when you feel too exhausted, playfully muttering about how stubborn you are and that you need to eat more

• remus would always have snacks in his bag just for you, because he knows you’ve probably forgotten to eat again. and a thermos of tea or hot chocolate for you to drink (and for himself, obviously)

• he’d casually ask you to study with him, with the secret agenda of making sure you eat while you work

• he’d try to gently explain to you that whether hungry or not, you need to eat for your body and for energy

• if your vision starts to darken, he’ll softly talk to you to distract you and so you have something to focus on instead of passing out, giving you small sips of water

• peter would be great at noticing when you look tired, and he immediately brings you something to eat or drink without making a fuss of it

• he holds your hand when he notices your unsteadiness on your feet

Hi! Could you write headcanons for marauders with a dhampir reader(half vampire half witch) whos a part of the marauders? No romance if possible xx

hello!! thank you for the request, this was really fun to research about and write. let me know if there’s anything i got wrong :)

headcanons of marauders x half-witch, half-vampire!reader

tw: mentions of blood

• james goes starry-eyed whenever you do even the slightest of cool things, like one-handedly lifting a large stack of books because of your enhanced strength

• he forces you to play quidditch with him, happy that there’s “finally someone who can give him some competition” with your fast reflexes

• he’s insanely protective of you, and immediately gets riled up when someone is mean to you

• and he protests that you should speak to dumbledore about getting safe sources of blood to consume, frustrated when you keep insisting that it’s okay

• sirius can’t keep his eyes off of you when you move because you do it so gracefully that he wonders if you’re even real

• he thinks your being a vampire is the coolest thing ever. like when he’s introducing you to someone new, he never forgets to mention, “oh, and she’s a half-vampire,” and he’ll wrap his arm around your waist proudly as you die of embarrassment

• he hexes anyone who dares to say a word about your vampire identity

• you and sirius have the same dark humor. essentially matching each other’s freak

• sometimes he just shows up with big bottles of blood for you to drink and never tells you where he got them from

• remus asks you to teach him all about the dark magic you know, the two of you spend hours in the library pouring over books about enchantments and darkness

• if someone discriminates against you, he’ll just silently glare at them, but later he’ll cast the nastiest prank ever known to humankind on them

• remus and you just get each other, both of you having that one dark part of yourself you can’t seem to love

• the two of you go on walks late at night and sit near the black pond to talk about how deeply you hate yourselves

• remus is eternally grateful to you for helping to heal him with blood magic after full moons. he acts like he hates that you’re doing this, but he’s so thankful he has to blink tears away

• he offers to kill people (with a straight face) in order to satisfy your blood cravings, which you hastily decline

• he spends hours researching until he finally finds a spell, which he casts on you when you’re asleep every morning, so the sun doesn’t affect you as much throughout the day

• on the off-chance that remus forgets to cast the spell, the boys overreact when you start to burn up in the sun

• sirius shrieks and grabs your hand, running and pulling you to shelter while screaming about how you’re dying and melting away

• james immediately tries to stand tall and shield you from the heat, hurriedly ushering you back into shelter before he worriedly takes a look at your burns

• peter just lathers some magical sunblock on you which he carries around with him

• peter was terrified of you and your abilities when you first met, but slowly grows fond of you

• he’s the only one with common sense when it comes to your need to consume blood, and charms goblets to automatically produce it

• he always has vials of blood in his bag for you

• you’re the marauders’ secret weapon when playing pranks because you’re really good at sneaking around and detecting when someone’s gonna catch you

• they make sure you never feel like a burden, and always do their best to help you, whether it’s by finding shaded paths to walk on or by staying up with you when your nocturnal tendencies act up

Hello hellooo I LOVED your headcanons! Could you write one for reader and marauders where the reader just doesn't feel hunger and forgets to eat and drink until their vision starts darkening and the stomach hurts? Bc thats how i am fr. Just some fluff and id prefer it to be platonic but if its not thats okay too 🤞🏻 thank uuuu

ahh thank you so much lovely♡ and sure, here it is! interpret it platonically or romantically, up to you !!

headcanons of marauders x gn!reader who forgets to take care of themselves

• james would make it his mission to make sure you take care of yourself. whenever he sees you, he’ll ask you if you’ve eaten. if you haven’t, he’ll make sure you do

• he’d wake you up early every morning to go eat breakfast with him, not caring how sleepy you are

• he has a stash of your favourite snacks under his bed which he makes you eat whenever you go over to their dorm room

• he would shower you in praises when you remember to eat and drink, to the point where you’re flustered. and you don’t know whether he’s being sarcastic or not (he’s not)

• if he notices you start to black out in classes, he will lovingly force you to get out of the class and go rest (and he’ll come with you)

• sirius would drag you to the great hall to eat with him whenever possible. he would pile your plate with every type of food too, and glare at you until you finish everything on your plate

• and he’d definitely tease you about it, like “has my little mouse nibbled on her food yet?” but he’s actually kind of worried underneath the playful demeanor

• whenever you get a stomachache he would be all “I told you soooo!”

• wraps his arm around your waist and urges you to lean on him when you feel too exhausted, playfully muttering about how stubborn you are and that you need to eat more

• remus would always have snacks in his bag just for you, because he knows you’ve probably forgotten to eat again. and a thermos of tea or hot chocolate for you to drink (and for himself, obviously)

• he’d casually ask you to study with him, with the secret agenda of making sure you eat while you work

• he’d try to gently explain to you that whether hungry or not, you need to eat for your body and for energy

• if your vision starts to darken, he’ll softly talk to you to distract you and so you have something to focus on instead of passing out, giving you small sips of water

• peter would be great at noticing when you look tired, and he immediately brings you something to eat or drink without making a fuss of it

• he holds your hand when he notices your unsteadiness on your feet

Hii! Can you write headcanons for what it would be like for a female reader to share a dorm with marauders?(since first year) Maybe like girls dorms were full?? I know it makes no sense but Thanks in advance 🎀

of course, lovely! thank you for the request <3 this is my first time writing headcanons so please be kind!!

headcanons of roommate!marauders x fem!reader

• james would get up early in the morning and wake the whole dorm up with how noisy he is. and sirius would sleep in till noon, literally nothing can wake him from his slumber

• the whole dorm room smells atrocious, obviously, because they’re teenage boys. sirius, remus and james’ beds would always be messy so it would be up to you and peter to make sure the whole room doesn’t rot with decay

• when james comes back from quidditch practice drenched in sweat, the first thing he does is hug you because he knows you hate being touched when he’s all musty and sweaty

• sirius is super clingy and annoying, always invades your personal space and sits / lies down on your bed. you act like it annoys you but he knows you secretly find it endearing

• you love to borrow remus’ cardigans and sirius’ leather jackets. and they love letting you wear them

• peter climbs into your bed sometimes late at night to confide in you, you’re the only one he really trusts not to judge him

• remus sometimes sneaks into your bed when he can’t fall asleep. he will never admit it, but your presence and holding your hand helps him fall asleep

• and sometimes when you can’t sleep, you ask remus to read to you because it calms you

• you can always hear james and sirius going over to each other’s beds

• sirius loves it when you help him braid his hair and do his makeup. sometimes you braid his hair when he’s asleep. he wakes up and his heart swells with affection when he sees his hair, especially if you’ve braided flowers into it

• james brings you breakfast when you’re too tired and end up sleeping in. he always makes sure you’re taking care of yourself and ensures that you’re not overworking yourself

• they definitely give you a marauder nickname, and james and sirius love to tease you with nicknames like “dove” or “darling” sometimes just to see you flustered

• subtle touches! james for one is all for affection, gives you hugs like every other day. remus won’t say much, but he’ll always have a gentle hand on the small of your back or your shoulder. sirius wraps his arm around your shoulder or loops your arm through his, and peter likes to hold your hand

• you guys have movie nights sometimes, and sirius always wants to watch a horror film but you never do because it freaks peter out

• they force you to be involved in prank planning, and it turns out you always have the most fun, sneaky ideas. james and sirius would be so proud of you

• since you’re dorm mates, you become really good friends. the boys tease you in private, but if anyone dares to do so in public then they become fiercely protective of you

mouth wide open | s.b.

tw: major character death

post-azkaban sirius x reader

summary: your husband, sirius, returns to you after twelve years. but at what cost?

A million different memories flash in your mind as you stare transfixed at the man in front of you - intertwining your fingers together when you first entered Hogwarts at 11. Smiling into the first kiss the two of you shared at fifteen. Being held in his arms as you sobbed into his chest when he proposed at twenty-one. Once memories to treasure had now morphed into memories to desperately grasp onto as they were snatched away from you.

“You just wait and see, love. I’ll leave you with your mouth wide open,” he used to say confidently, a grin on his face before he went and did something stupid to impress you. A small smile forms on your lips as you recall how often he claimed that in your teenage years.

It felt surreal, the moment you had dreamt of for years finally taking place right before your eyes. Twelve years, to be exact. You continue to stand there dumbly, quietly taking in his features and timeless beauty. His long, silky black hair, now unruly and messy with lack of care. His hypnotising grey eyes, now sunken and without a spark. Hey, what about that smile of his - the one which always made your heart flutter? You lock your eyes on his lips, eyes lighting up as you see the corners of his mouth tilted up in that familiar, teasing smirk. The familiar sensation of butterflies soaring in your stomach takes over your senses as you look him up and down.

Sirius Black. A name you had grown so accustomed to calling, but a name that had never left your mouth for the past twelve years. He was here now, after all this time. Sirius kept his promise - he said he would return to you, and he did. Your prayers had been answered. The world had brought your husband back to you.

But oh, how you wished he had been brought back to you alive.

“Miss?” the mortuary worker asked irritably, her voice filtering through the haze in your head, causing you to snap back to reality. “Is this your husband or not?”

You glance at her, inhaling sharply. The taste of blood is metallic in your mouth as you bite your lip to stop it from quivering. “Yes,” you murmur, your eyes glossing over as you reach over and gently close his eyes. “This is my husband, Sirius Black.”

“Good,” she mutters to herself, scribbling something on a piece of paper before grabbing the cart carrying his dead body and wheeling it out of the mortuary. You silently watch as he leaves you again. He had left you with a broken heart, crushed soul, and true to his words - your mouth wide open.