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SUMARRY - James was the sun, she was the moon. The sun yearned for the moon while it hid in darkness

WARNING- Cursing, self doubt, ect. Ooc a lot probably. (Kinda more of a introduction, not long)

—PART 2 (In works)

𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑, the human equivalent to the sun. James potter was a carbon copy of a warm day. James potter, with a heart the size of the sun and the ego to challenge it.

James was a teenage boy. A teenage boy with friends he would spend his whole life with, a group strong to withstand anything. A teenage boy with crude jokes and a cock attitude.

But James potter was also a teenage boy, who loved quiddich, muggle things. Who loved to sing in the shower, who still cried in his mother’s arms. A teenager with an anxiety for anything that involves him. James potter thrived on praise, for everyone to like him.

James Potter loved life.

James potter also craved for the moon. A tale old as time. The moon and the sun, destined for each-other, but fated forever apart.

James potter was obsessed with his moon from the first time his eyes met hers. A small boy, a sweater to big for him, eyes wide, round glasses slipping down his nose- his brown hair messy and unbrushed.

A missing front tooth that shows when he smiles, tan skin from the countless outside activities.

And when he saw her, sitting on the train for the first time, her hair blocking her face- body hidden in the corner with a boy beside her with a large nose, pale skin and black greasy hair.

So, naturally like any Potter before him, he chased. He went with bold words about his love to her whenever given the chance.

His heart grew hard, more driven with each rejection that she threw at his face.

He didn’t care, because she was his, and he was hers. Call him delusional (Like Sirius does), he don’t care- he would marry that girl one day, swear on it.

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𝐘/𝐍 𝐋/𝐍, the human equivalent to the moon. She was cold, like a shiver on a rather nippy morning. A heart that could care less about people she barely knows.

She was a teenage girl. A girl with the amount of her friends being able to be counted on a closed fist, zero. A girl who wished she could withstand the world. A teenage girl with insecurity’s and sharp words.

And yet she was still a teenage girl. Feelings she couldn’t explain. A body who seemed to hate her. A girl who cried with her head tucked in her pillow to keep her cries silent. A girl who fears everyone around her is speaking ill about her. A girl who craves being alone, because then she only had to worry about her own self hurting her.

Y/N L/N hated life.

But, fate seemed against her. A story old as time tangling in her world. She hated the lack of control. She hated the folk tails of the sun and moon being destined for each other. Because who wanted to deal with a person with non stop energy.

She hated the sun. Even more when it was used to describe James potter. Gross, even the name left a foul taste on her tongue.

She could have forgotten the moment they first met- if it wasn’t for the male shouting it on the top of his lungs whenever he could.

She was a young girl. The harsh words of her mother echoing in her head, muffling any awareness of the outside world. Her hair was messy, her eyes look like they couldn’t care less. Somthing you don’t see on a young kids face often. Her eyes staring at the floor to try to calm the nausea crawling at her throat.

Her.. acquaintance sat next to her, though he was to busy being completely enthralled by the full figured red head beside him, who was rambling about random things she hoped to learn at there new..school.

One thing she was certain of about Hogwarts, was that she hated James potter. A biased judgmental teen boy who wouldn’t leave her alone.

A brown haired boy with his posey always beside him, a boy who threw insults at the only boy she could call- a close acquaintance. And a teenage boy who seems to hate her house colors, but won’t hate on her. He couldn’t just pick and choose. There were way nicer and better Slytherins than her.

She didn’t care, he wasn’t hers and she definitely wasn’t his. She thinks her way is a lot more factual than whatever silly dream that potter had. She would escape his infatuation, swear on it.

—

Y/N couldn’t help the annoyed sight that escaped her lips at the sight of James Potter. The sight alone gave her a headache that made her want to rip her hair from her head.

She rubbed her pointer finger and thumb down the bridge of her nose, suppressing another annoyed sigh.

Her eyes lazily drifting over the boys who stood around him. She didn’t care, she could barely remember their names. Maybe if people stoped talking about the boys like there were some kind of gods to the school, she could have the full relief of forgetting there names.

The scarred tall one was Remus. A quick tongued boy who was rather brash and sassy when he wanted. He had rougher facial features. More sharp.

The other one, Sirius, had his long dark hair in a small half up style. He looked stupid in her opinion. He had softer features, more feminine. But they were sharp, calculated like most of the men in the Black family’s. If that made sense.

A pudgy blonde standing a bit behind him, a tense face. Peter. She remembered him only due to the fact she was rather peeved he never stood up for himself, he was weak and a bit cowardly. Everyone is in their own way she guesses. No one really talked much about him, an odd one out she guessed.

She leaned her shoulder slightly forward, slowing her hair to fall on it to crest a sort of sheild from her face. Her eyes instantly going to Snape, who was beside her. His pale skin was flushed with its usual anger whenever the group of teens were around. She didn’t blame him.

He always seemed angry after his falling out with Lilly Evens. A girl he liked since they were all little brats.

“They’re coming over, your stupid for thinking that was going to work.” Snape said, a rather bored tone coating his tongue as he spoke, his pale eyes not moving from his book.

“It would if Sirius wasn’t a fuckin’ hound dog.” Y/N groaned, her head falling onto the table, only to be caught by Snape’s cold hand as he gives her a quick sneer; dropping her head. It hit the table still, just probably softer than it would have.

“Look there Moony, I think I see Padfoot’s Slytherin.” The annoying voice of Sirius Black scrapes through her ears like nails on a chalkboard.

“Maybe if we ignore them, they’ll go away.” Snape suggested rather boredly, slumping on the table with an exhausted sigh.

“Great advice, stupid fuck.” Her hand pushed his head to the table, creating a dull bang that he just groaned stupidly about .

“They’re like roaches, you can’t get rid of them.” Y/N said, her eyes closing in annoyance when the boys sadly stand by where they sat in the library.

She couldn’t bare being her head up to look at the boys she could feel beside her. She hated the stupid look on Potter’s face when he saw her. Reminded her of a puppy, it made her feel sick.

“Aren’t you to stupid to be in a library.” Of course it was Snape the first one. Maybe they could have just stood there, feeling humiliated for being ignored. But of course Snape had to put his two sense in it.

“Aren’t you a little to ugly to be around Y/N.” Oh Peter, that was a cute try. But it was a boring and horrible comeback. Absolutely revolting and embarrassing in her mind.

“You, my beauty, are invited for another Hogsmed trip with yours truly.” James Potter spoke for the first time, with a stupid fake accent. Surprising, he’s usually said Atleast a thousand words in a minute of seeing her.

“For the…208th time this- month.” Sirius spoke, looking down as he mimicked the motion of counting his fingers. Grunting when he got an elbow to the stomach by the tall scarred boy beside him.

“You think he would give up by now.” Snape hummed, leaning closer to her in attempt to whisper. A rather pathetic way, in her mind.

She sighed tiredly, finally lifting her eyes to meet the hazel ones of James Potter. Who always wore a goofy dimple smile when looking at her. His pupils almost covering the coloring of his eyes when he looks at her.

“No.” She said plainly, rolling her eyes at the boy in front of her.

“Great- we can..” He begun to talk, but suddenly paused with furrowed brows. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” He asked, a bit of the disappointed tone lingering on the tip of his tongue.

“She said no.” Peter squeaked behind them, his blue eyes dancing nervously from them to the floor. Remus groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose with a sigh. Sirius nudged his elbow into the pale boy, making him gasp.

“Shut up wormy.” He hisses, trying to hide his laugh from the fact his friend was getting rejected once again.

James huffed, a rather ridiculous and dramatic pout forming on his lips afterwords. The sight alone made the girl cringe, looking away in second hand embarrassment.

“Well, we must get going.” (Y/N) said plainly, hurrying to pack her things into the satchel beside her, basically snatching the back of Snape’s robe to pull him from his seat.

SUMMARY - “ New Characters that have been added to my master-list are from The Quarry “

l. AS USUAL I will not be writing anything NSFW for any characters, and I’m willing to write for each of the characters on the Master - list, if they are not on there I’m not 100% sure I’ll write for them.

ll. THOUGH you can still ask for them, it’s just not a character I’m mainly writing for. Yk?

Spider recieves messages from the great mother through a female psychic navi (his biggest crush) as he embraces her after a long day of meditation. The gentle touch of her hands drive him through the biggest revelation: he is loved.

𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗗 ╰► SPIDER

Summary - Spider Learned his is love, human or not

Warnings - Neytiri hates spider (though she tolerates him) Cursing. Very short and rushed, was tired.

SPIDER NEVER FELT or understood the meaning of ‘true love’ many of the scientists spoke about in there conversations around the lab, resting in there black rolling chairs, one foot over the other talking about there life’s.

He never understood the feeling, better yet. He was abandoned by his father, his mother was dead. Max and Norm tried hard to treat him like their own, but yet- the love never felt real. It felt to artificial, full of pity.

He wasn’t human, nor was he Na’vi. To wild, acted to much like a Na’vi for the humans. And acted to much like a human for the Na’vi. He was stuck in the middle, not fully wanted on each side.

Yet, he stuck around the Na’vi children, or more specifically the Sully children. The children were the closest he felt to home.

Jake wasn’t as hesitant or aggressive as his mate Netiri. Spider couldn’t blame the Na’vi woman, she had been through much at the hands of the ‘sky people’

Spider could confidently call one person his ‘home’. And it was a Na’vi that went by the name of (Y/N)

She made his body vibrate with nerves, and fresh redness coat his face with ever-time they met eachother. He asked norm why he felt that way once, he had a crush in the words of Norm and Max.

So, Spider found himself sitting in his small dorm like room off to the side of the lab, the blue pain in a small container sitting in-front of him, coating his fingers as he pressed it to his exposed skin.

His hair was down, some of the only times it was free. He had yet to redo it, and was more focused on painting the artificial Na’vi stripes on his skin.

He was interrupted by the hissing sound of the lab door opening, and the soft pattering of bare feet on the labs bare white floor.

He heard something plastic be removed from a clip, and the feet coming close until he was met by the sight of a crouching (Y/N), her tail flicking behind her calmly with a small red flower tied to the end.

He stared at her yellow eyes, watching her pupils widen and her mouth pulling into a gang-filled smile. He should feel intimidated by the fangs that were the size of his pointer finger, but all he could feel was admiration.

He smiled back, moving the paint as she sat down, the bed sipping under the weight as her whole body was bigger than the bed itself.

He felt the familiar flush of red coat his cheeks as he tilted his head down slightly, hoping his hair would hide it.

He could see the tiredness in her eyes, making them droop slightly and her pupils grow as she relaxed.

“You hair.” She said, her voice thick with a Na’vi accent. She pointed to his blonde hair that was down, something she had never seen.

Spider smiled, nodding as he laughed softly. She reached out to touch it, making me sigh at the feeling of her large hands, almost bigger than his head, rubbing his scalp.

“Are you tired?” Spider asked her softly, seeing her eyes droop more as she almost fell asleep just sitting there.

He leaned into (Y/N) like he’s done many times, her heat radiating onto him making him sigh contently. He paused, eyes shutting as he took in the moment, feeling her long strong tail wrap around his leg.

Could I ask for peter pettigrew x reader where reader is a little bit apprehensive of him because in thier younger years at hogwarts she fell victim to some of thier pranks and general silliness. Now in the last year of school she's in a class with peter and they have to share a book and so she has meet with him in the common room for working together for this class and she begins to realize that the marauders aren't that bad and somehow squeeze in some mutual pining between pete and reader and maybe the other marauders somehow set them up

(Yes I am aware of the cheesey-ness of this, if you could somehow find a way to squeeze in some angst that would be sublime because I love cute cheesy fics but I also love angst so I'm kind of torn on what I want really just anything with peter would be great if you can 💗🥰 )

𝗪𝗛𝗬 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗪𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 ╰► PETER PETTIGREW

SUMMARY — Sharing a book leads to a lot of things with the boy you thought you hated.

WARNINGS — CURSING

PETER PETTIGREW, an unassuming figure among the flamboyant constellation known as the Marauders, seemed to carry a perpetual aura of being overshadowed.

In a group where Remus held the enigmatic allure, Sirius radiated a bad-boy magnetism, and James exuded charisma that could light up the entire room, Peter was the quiet comet trailing slightly behind.

He lacked the rebel spirit that made Sirius captivating, the athletic prowess that drew attention to James, or the layered complexity that shrouded Remus.

Instead, he was just Peter — an unremarkable blonde boy with a penchant for sugary treats, indifferent to the allure of books or the thrill of sports.

His life was the epitome of normalcy, from his home routine to his uneventful days. Amid the cacophony of his more vibrant friends, he occupied the role of an exception rather than the rule.

Yet, against all expectations, his gaze started to drift toward a certain girl who possessed an uncanny ability to captivate him, even when her actions seemed trivial to others.

Whether engrossed in her books during class, fiercely competitive on the Quidditch field, quietly rebelling against authority, or simply navigating an ordinary day, she never failed to seize his attention.

For better or worse, she had woven herself into the fabric of his thoughts, casting a spell on his mundane existence and revealing the unexplored shades of Peter Pettigrew.

And there she was, nestled in the warm embrace of the common room, surrounded by the familiar faces of her friends. Her attention was drawn to their lively banter, laughter harmonizing like a soothing melody. Unbeknownst to her, a pair of intense blue eyes were fixated on her from a distance, tracing her every movement.

Meanwhile, those very eyes were the subject of another's scrutiny. Sirius, the audacious one of the bunch, leaned in with an impish grin, his raven-black hair adding to his aura of mischief. "Who ya’ looking at, Wormy?" he chimed, his voice laced with teasing curiosity.

Peter's heart raced, his gaze quickly veering away, panic dancing in his eyes. His efforts to evade Remus and James's knowing looks proved futile, and he was caught in their playful trap. "No one, just the—uh... window, yeah," Peter stumbled over his words, attempting to sound casual, but his furtive glances in her direction betrayed his façade.

James seized the opportunity with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes, his voice carrying a singsong quality. "Oo…" he cooed, delighting in Peter's discomfort. Unsurprisingly, the attempt to downplay his interest had failed. Peter's vehement denial only fueled their amusement.

Quickly shaking his head, Peter fervently dismissed their assumptions. "No, no 'oo'," he protested, his voice slightly too high-pitched in his nervousness. The length of his blond hair shifted as he moved, and in that seemingly trivial detail, his awkwardness was encapsulated.

"Wormtail likes a girl," James teased, his voice playfully sing-song as his round glasses slipped down his nose.

Remus raised his head from his book, a subtle yet teasing smirk gracing his lips.

"Which one is it? The one with the black hair? Oo, maybe the blonde!" James speculated, his excitement palpable.

“Maybe the (H/C) one?" Sirius chimed in, his gray eyes dancing with mischief. As the blush painted Peter's cheeks, Sirius erupted in laughter, raising his hands in mock celebration.

"It is!" Sirius declared triumphantly, elbowing Remus and pointing in the direction of the (H/C) girl. He turned to Remus with an eager grin. "Who is it, Remus? You're like our walking encyclopaedia."

Remus paused, humming in thought for a moment. "Y/N, she’s in our Potions class," he replied, his gaze shifting to Peter along with an arched eyebrow. "And Peter sits right next to her," he added with a playful edge, knowing well where this was leading.

James laughed heartily as Sirius erupted in cheers, earning a few odd glances from those around them. "Finally! Peter's getting a lady, lads," he proclaimed, mixing teasing with a mock serious tone.

However, the enthusiasm was short-lived as Remus interjected. "I don’t think she likes us," he admitted, dampening their spirits.

The realization weighed heavily, but it was no news to Peter, who had already experienced the brunt of Y/N's indifference firsthand, feeling her pointed glances and cool reception whenever he tried to initiate a conversation.

"Why do you say that?" Sirius inquired, reclining on the couch with his legs spread out and his arms casually draped behind him.

"Do you remember that prank we pulled in our third year? The one involving that paint which turned people neon and made them glow like that for a month?" Remus posed the question, tilting his head in recollection.

Sirius nodded, his expression pensive as he pieced the memory together. James mirrored the same contemplative look.

"What about it?" Sirius pressed, a quizzical eyebrow raised. Remus delivered his response with an exasperated eye-roll. "Y/N was the unfortunate victim. We ruined all her homework, papers, her clothes—everything she was wearing," he recounted, listing the extensive damage they had caused.

As Remus spoke, Peter felt a heavy pang of guilt settle within him, his shoulders slumping in response.

James winced, his lips forming a tight line as he glanced at Peter, sympathy evident in his eyes.

Sirius, on the other hand, hissed through his teeth, his gaze now on Peter. "You certainly picked a challenging one there, Pete," he jested, patting Peter's shoulder with a chuckle.

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PETER FELT A sickening sensation gnaw at his stomach, his nerves twisting into tight knots. He sat in the Potions class, a restless heat simmering beneath his cauldron, which signaled one thing—today's practical potion session.

Beside him sat Y/N, her expression a picture of boredom as she idly gazed at the flickering flames beneath her cauldron. The professor's words cut through the still air, announcing the day's task: a potion-brewing assignment.

Y/N's attention shifted to her satchel, her brows furrowing as she rifled through its contents. She paused, her searching becoming more frantic as she realized her textbook was nowhere to be found. An inward curse accompanied her reluctance to turn to Peter for help.

With a reluctant sigh, she finally spoke, her tone tinged with ennui. "I don’t have my book." Externally nonchalant, inside she was churning with worry.

What if Peter had shared her eccentricities with the other Marauders, leading to some sort of bizarre hex? She had heard a rumor from a seventh-year Hufflepuff that they were involved in an eerie cult-like activity within the Shrieking Shack.

On the other hand, Peter was grappling with a jumble of thoughts, his mind a swirling vortex of nervousness. Staring at her, his book hung limply in his hand, his words stumbled and tripped in his mind, leaving him tongue-tied.

"We can, uh... share?" he eventually stammered, inwardly cringing at the crack in his voice. Her gaze lingered on him for a moment, and he felt himself shrink under her scrutiny, his cheeks turning a shade warmer than he'd have liked.

After a brief pause, Y/N nodded in agreement, shifting closer to him. This simple movement sent tremors through Peter's nerves, his palms clammy and his heartbeat resonating in his ears.

He tried to steady his trembling hand as he opened the textbook, attempting to act natural while his mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions.

The professor's voice cut through the air, announcing the next part of the class. "And with your table partners, you will be composing a six-inch essay on the effects of this potion, its consistency, and the brewing process—covering the standard topics."

Peter's heart felt like it had taken a sudden leap, only to plummet back into his chest. Spending extended time with Y/N was both thrilling and terrifying for him.

Meanwhile, Y/N couldn't help but internally groan at the prospect. The last thing she wanted was to be stuck working closely with a Marauder, especially since their presence seemed to come in a package deal.

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Y/N SAT IN the cozy corner of the Gryffindor common room, Peter beside her on the red couch. Books, quills, and scattered sheets of paper were strewn across the table,

Despite the material at their fingertips, Y/N felt the weight of awkwardness settle in the air. Her posture was rigid, and words seemed to evade her.

Despite the material at their fingertips, Y/N felt the weight of awkwardness settle in the air. Her posture was rigid, and words seemed to evade her. She was acutely aware of the eyes of James and Sirius on them, making her heart race uncomfortably.

Across from them, Remus occasionally looked up from his book, his gentle smile a mixture of understanding and encouragement.

"So, is this one of the effects, or is it for a different aspect?" Peter's voice broke the silence, a seemingly innocent question that held the true purpose of engaging in conversation with Y/N.

She glanced at her book, hiding a small smile. "It says 'effects' right here," she replied, her laughter softening the atmosphere and putting Peter at ease.

"Yeah, come on, Pete," Sirius chimed in, appearing behind the couch with a mischievous grin. He rested his arms on their shoulders, pushing them slightly together.

Y/N stiffened initially, suspicion clouding her expression. However, a deep breath later, she allowed herself to relax. Perhaps Sirius wasn't up to his usual pranks this time?

Peter also eased up, mirroring her movements. The unexpected push from Sirius brought them closer, their shoulders touching.

Sirius released them with a satisfied whistle, striding away as if his brief interference had been entirely innocent. James struggled to suppress his laughter behind his hand, amused by Sirius's antics.

Neither Y/N nor Peter moved.

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FOUR MONTHS, six days, and two hours had elapsed since that fateful day—an interval that hadn't gone unnoticed by Sirius, who was meticulously keeping track.

"Peter, it's high time you made a move," Sirius declared, his expression firm as he stared down at the groggy trio seated on the floor, all clutching their pillows.

Groans of protest filled the room, Remus's voice particularly raspy from sleep. His hair was in disarray, and his eyes struggled to focus.

"Did you have to wake us for this?" Remus complained, rubbing his eyes and stifling a yawn.

"Yes, because for the past two months, you two have been inseparable. Peter can probably recite her favorite shampoo brand by now. Don't you think it's about time?" Sirius's voice held an air of exasperation, his tongue clicking in annoyance.

James let out a long-suffering sigh, closing his eyes and burying his face into his pillow. "Do we have to go through this? Peter's practically sleepwalking at this point!" he protested, gesturing toward the disheveled figure that appeared half-asleep, barely registering the conversation.

"James, remember last year with Lily? You had us going through this every single night!" Sirius retorted, his hair a wild mess as he shook his head.

"I've even got bets riding on this, James. Marlene bet against me, claiming they won't get together this month. And I've staked my hair on it! My hair!" Sirius's voice reached an incredulous pitch as he emphasized the gravity of the situation.

Peter stirred from his half-asleep state, mouth hanging slightly open with a small trail of drool. "Huh? What's happening...?" he mumbled, his speech slurred and drowsy.

Sirius grinned, his grey eyes shining as he shook the boy back and forth by the shoulders. “We’re gonna get you a girlfriend, Pete.”

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THEY RELENTLESSLY attempted various schemes to portray Peter as a hero, a selfless gentleman, a smooth talker—anything to capture the attention of the girl he secretly pined for, the girl whose minutest details he knew by heart.

One strategy involved James hurling a bludger in her direction, supposedly for Peter to heroically intercept before it reached her. The outcome? A bloodied nose, an irritated Y/N, a sheepish James, a rolled-eyed Remus, and a barely-contained laughter from Sirius.

Then there was the attempt to make Peter appear exceptionally intelligent. They covertly provided him with answers to questions the professor posed, but alas, he ended up delivering the wrong responses half the time.

They even tried to coach Peter in the art of flirting, an endeavor that concluded with him crashing headlong into a wall while trying to charm Y/N on their way to class, leaving him with a concussion and Y/N understandably perplexed.

As the week neared its end, the boys found themselves somewhat disheartened. Despite their efforts, Peter seemed to have made little progress—assuming they had missed any subtle signs—and their attempts at pet-sitting for Y/N's cat had resulted in scratches all over them.

The cat was clearly not fond of their company.

Peter's mood was gloomy as he sat alone in the library, his posture guarded and defeated. His gaze was fixed hazily on a romance book titled 'A Guide to Love for Dummies,' which he had already read three times over.

When someone sat down nearby, he quickly tossed the book aside, looking up with a mixture of surprise and trepidation, only to meet Y/N's (E/C) eyes.

Startled, he took a shaky breath, his cheeks taking on a reddish hue. A similar change in color adorned her (S/C) skin, puzzling him even further. He cleared his throat, attempting to appear nonchalant as he rested his head on his hand, his other hand resting on his waist—an intended display of casualness that didn't quite go as planned.

His arm slipped, causing his head to thump against the table. Panicking slightly, he shot up straight, clearing his throat again.

"Y/N!" he attempted to deepen his voice, but it cracked embarrassingly.

"Peter." Her smile was warm, her gaze flickering between his flushed cheeks and his sparkling eyes.

"What were you reading?" Her inquiry was accompanied by a glance toward the book he had discarded. Unbeknownst to Peter, she was quite aware of his reading material—she had been discreetly observing him too.

“A- uh..Sports book! Yeah muggle sports book.” He said hurriedly, eyes widening when her hand made its way to rest in his.

“So uh- Peter I’ve been thinking about your little stunts with your friends.” She spoke, her soft voice turning serious.

She had alsways thought the Marauders were stuck up bullies, and that may be true to some extent she had gotten to know them over the time..getting to talk to Remus about things like books, life, walks. Being able to Talk to James, or debate with him about random things, not every getting really mad at eachother. Being able to Talk to Sirius about more Serious things- pun intended- the stars, gossip.

And being able to gaze at Peter when he was doing random things, and feeling a warm feeling in her heart, something that made her head spin , tummy twist and turn and a hard to get rid of smile bloom on her face.

Peter watched her, eyes wide and brows furrowed- lip darting out to wet his dry lips.

“I uh..” she trailed off, taking a deep breath.

Peter thought of all the words Sirius had said to him, what James had said, and pushed them to the side- there advice sucked. But he could rely on Remus’s advice.

And following Remus he did. His mouth moved before his brain, words spilling out. “I like you! Really like you..i like everything about you, i like how your serious face looks, i like your smile and how your eyes look when you do..” Peter continues to ramble about her, all while Y/N listens with parted lips, heart beating in her ears.

And in the end, lips jumbled together, expressed feelings and thumping hearts.

Peter was no longer a figure in the background, he was in the main light to the most important person of his life, he was no longer the full character, he had bloomed.

SUMMARY — The Marauders are… utterly fascinated with the Slytherin Girl

WARNING — Cursing, Fem!Slytherin!Reader, Stupid Teenage Boys. (Mostly Just the boys teasing eachother about liking her- next chapter will be more interactions with Y/N)

— › Previous Chapter

JAMES POTTER was practically bouncing with excitement, his energy infectious and filling the room. He sat on his bed, his body practically in constant motion – his leg jittering, his hands running through his hair repeatedly.

Remus, who had been trying to focus on his book, finally let out an exasperated sigh. He glanced over at James with an annoyed expression. "Merlin, James, could you please stop with the fidgeting? It's making me dizzy just looking at you."

Sirius emerged from the bathroom, his black hair still wet, wrapped in a white towel that barely clung to his waist. He raised an eyebrow at James's frenetic behavior. "What's got you buzzing like a Bludger, mate?"

James flashed a mischievous grin at his friends, well aware that his announcement was going to ruffle some feathers. "Well, guess who's got a date with our lovely Y/N?" He teased, reveling in the mix of surprise and envy that rippled through the room.

Peter leaned forward, his blue eyes widening. "Wait, seriously?" he asked, clearly caught off guard.

Remus rolled his eyes, though a hint of a smile tugged at his lips. "James, please tell me you didn't ask her out by saying 'Hey, Y/N, wanna go on a date?'"

James chuckled, his excitement still palpable. "Of course not! I was way more suave than that."

Sirius snorted, crossing his arms. "Sure, Prongs, I'm sure your idea of suave is something to behold."

James let out an exaggerated sigh, dramatically flopping back onto his bed.

"Knowing James, he probably used his patented Potter charm," Sirius chimed in, a playful smirk on his face. "You know, the one that's been passed down through generations of Potters." Teased Sirius, a dramatic display as he spoke.

Remus rolled his eyes, a mock exasperation in his tone. "Oh, please, like Y/N would fall for that. She's way too smart for that."

James mock-glared at Remus. "Oi, you doubting my skills, Moony?"

Remus just raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching with a smirk. "Considering your previous track record, it's not exactly a stretch."

Peter chuckled, leaning against his bedpost. "Yeah, James, remember that time you tried to impress her by juggling cauldron cakes in the Great Hall?"

James's cheeks tinged pink. "I still say the lighting was bad that day."

Sirius burst into laughter. "Or the time you 'accidentally' spilled ink all over her Charms notes?"

James crossed his arms. "Hey, it was just a bit of harmless fun."

Remus chuckled, shaking his head. "And the time you hexed yourself by mistake while trying to show off?"

James let out an exaggerated sigh. "Alright, alright, I get it. I've had my moments."

James puckered his lips, making exaggerated kissy noises. "Don’t act like you haven’t wanted to snog her from the moment you saw her," James teased, earning a playful eye-roll from Sirius.

“Merlin, You talk about her all the time to James,” Sirius retorted, slipping on his trousers and sweater. "So does Remus—talking about how smart she is in class, or ‘how good she looks when she’s studying,'" he added, mimicking Remus's voice.

“Oi, why am I dragged into it?” Remus chimed in, closing his book and giving them an exasperated look. "Don’t forget Peter, who was staring at her the whole time she was heading over for our potions assignment. He was gazing at her like she was some kind of goddess!" Remus imitated Peter's expression, causing Peter to gasp and protest.

“I didn’t even say anything!” Peter exclaimed, throwing his hands up in a dramatic gesture.

James mockingly clutched his chest in faux offense. "Oh, the faith in me is heartwarming, Wormtail."

Remus chuckled. "He's right though, Prongs. You tend to get a bit… enthusiastic."

"Enthusiastic? Is that what you're calling it?" Sirius raised an eyebrow, smirking.

James rolled his eyes, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "I'm not that bad."

Peter grinned mischievously. "Remember that time in Transfiguration when you turned your quill into a bouquet of roses and accidentally set them on fire?"

"Or the time you tripped over your own feet while trying to open the door for her?" Sirius added, laughter dancing in his eyes.

James huffed, trying to hide his embarrassment behind a cocky grin. "Well, tomorrow's going to be different, mark my words."

Remus and Sirius exchanged amused glances. "We'll believe it when we see it, Prongs."

James huffed, furrowing his brows before speaking with an exaggerated tone.

“Oh come on, Sirius, you nearly turned your hair into a bonfire in Potions because you were too busy watching her instead of your cauldron. And Remus here," he pointed dramatically at his friend, "traipses around like an enchanted puppy, ready to fetch her satchel at a moment's notice. And Pete," he turned to Peter, "Mr. Romantic, always slipping her little trinkets like a lovesick first year."

James leaned back with a triumphant smirk, hoping his friends' playful attention would shift away from him.

Sirius chuckled, his eyes dancing with mischief. “Oh, and let’s not forget how Remus blushes like a tomato whenever she talks to him. It's like watching a human thermometer go off the charts.”

Remus rolled his eyes, but a small smile tugged at his lips. “Well, at least I don’t try to impress her by doing a strip tease like someone we know.” He arched an eyebrow at Sirius, referring to a particularly embarrassing incident from a few weeks back.

Sirius laughed heartily, nudging Remus playfully. “Hey, that was a dare! And besides, she laughed, didn’t she?”

Peter joined in with a grin. “And James, don’t think we didn’t notice you trying to act all heroic when she dropped her quill. I swear, if you puff your chest out any more, you might just fly away.”

James pouted, feigning innocence. “I was just helping her, guys! It's called being a gentleman.”

The boys exchanged bemused glances as the strange buzzing continued, all eyes on James as he produced an odd-looking mask and removed his glasses, fitting the mask snugly over his eyes. His explanation about needing beauty sleep for the next day only fueled their confusion.

"Did he just—" Sirius began, but James quickly shushed him with an exaggerated gesture.