james hazell

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james’s eyes were hazel, his nose was slightly longer than harry’s and there was no scar on his forehead, but they had the same thing face, same mouth, same eyebrows; james’s hair stuck up at the back exactly as harry’s did, his hands could have been harry’s and harry could tell that, when james stood up, they would be within an inch of each other in height. james yawned hugely and rumpled up his hair, making it even messier than it had been. […] harry stared at wormtail for a moment, then back at james, who was now doodling on a bit of scrap parchment. he had drawn a snitch and was now tracing the letters ‘L.E’

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAMES POTTER

Oh, Captain! {James Potter x Reader} *SMUT*

FINALLY. I FINISHED IT. Fucking hate random writer’s block but I hope y'all like this one. Sorry if it’s not as detailed or as intricate as the other smuts I’ve written (lol you naughty readers ;)) ) but i did my best. Also, I might not open requests next week ‘cause it’s Holy Week from where I am but mainly because my parents will be home. 

Anyway, here you go, my sweet children!

Enjoy!

@allertonn @all-the-hp-love

WARNING: SEXUAL THEMES, ORAL SEX, DOMINANT! JAMES

xx


(Y/n) kept her eyes focused on the approaching Hufflepuff while trying to guard the hoop. Gryffindor was now on tie with the rivalry team and both only needed fifty points in order to determine who wins the game. As she swatted the quaffle with her broomstick, her team captain, James Potter, cheered; thinking they had succeeded in slowing down the opponent’s chances of winning. However, it was only a distraction as the other Chaser zipped to one of the hoops that (Y/n) was supposedly guarding and threw the quaffle perfectly through the ring.

The crowd roared and applauded at the sight before the game commentator could announce the team’s victory.

“Hufflepuff wins!”

Gryffindor students all groaned in defeat as their own team flew down from the cloudless blue sky and landed on the ground to properly congratulate the opposing house. James was the first to approach the Hufflepuff captain and shook his hand with a firm grip before turning away, leading his teammates towards the exit quietly. He had scheduled the field for Quidditch practice almost every week and yet all their hard work were put to the garbage bin, losing more luck to win the house cup this year. He couldn’t accept this defeat at all. As he calculated every single movement that he made during the game, his mind began to retrace its steps and wonder what went wrong.

Or rather, who went wrong.

The team was all appalled at his silence, having been used to hearing him brag or attempt to motivate them when he finally spoke in a deep voice.

“Get changed and come back here for practice tomorrow morning. That’s all,” he was normally not this serious but his expression shook everyone so they decided not to delay and immediately went to the locker room.

(Y/n) was about to slip away to the dormitories to avoid facing her teammates or worse, her own team captain. She didn’t want to see the disappointment written on his face nor did she want to hear him tell her she was going to be replaced especially since she had worked twice as hard just to please him. She took her broomstick with her and made way to the opposite direction when she heard someone clear their throat.

“May I ask where you’re going?” James asked, his hazel eyes on her.

She turned around and looked down, refusing to meet his gaze and mumbled a seemingly believable excuse, “I-I’m going back to the dorm. I left my clothes there and my broomstick needs repair.”

James walked closer to her and inspected her broomstick before smirking, “It looks like it’s in perfect condition. Pity it’s not quick enough.”

“Look, James, it wasn’t her fault-” one of the teammates tried to defend but James glared at him before he could continue.

Everyone was definitely scared now. Famous James Potter and his jokes and pranks, now completely furious over a game. He had every right to be. They were supposed to play against Slytherin and winning against them could only mean championship but now they had to lay back and watch from the benches in agony.

James dismissed the whole team except (Y/n) who shuffled her feet before finally looking at him. Once they were alone, she tried to speak to him in a small and gentle voice but he backed her against the wall with both his hands on each side of her head.

“J-James…what are you doing?”

He leaned in close to her, his forehead pressing against hers before whispering to her lips, “Tell me, do you still need to leave?”

He kissed her softly and ran his other hand down to her waist, slipping them beneath her shirt to feel her skin and moving it to her lower back. He kept his kisses teasingly light and gentle.

She kissed him back and entangled her fingers through his messy black hair when he pulled away and moved close to her ear, hot breaths down her neck.

“Worked so hard for me now, didn’t you, love? Such a sweet girl.”

He planted small kisses down her neck while she moaned pleasingly.

“Unfortunately for you, it wasn’t enough..,” he leaned in close to her ear once more, “But luckily for me, I get to punish you,” he breathed before adding,

“After all, naughty girls ought to be punished now, don’t you think so?”

James smirked and in a quick flash, his lips went back to hers, now harsh and rough. He sucked onto her bottom lip and held her by her thighs, carrying her and allowing her to wrap her legs around him. She was his addiction and all his pent up frustration and sexual desires went straight to her delectable lips, tasting them vigorously. His tongue pried her mouth open, meeting hers halfway, unafraid to show the lust they felt towards each other. He ripped her robe open and peeled it off of her while she removed his, discarding them onto a pile on the floor. He grinded his hard tent against her clothed core, an indication that he wanted her now. His lips left hers immediately and began to trail down on her throat to her collarbone where he nipped and sucked onto her precious skin.

“J-James…Want you now…,” she moaned, making him stop and look back at her.

“You don’t make orders here, (L/n),” he demanded, “Now, take off the rest for me. Wanna see you, dear.”

(Y/n) obeyed and removed her clothes in front of him. James could not keep his eyes off of her the entire time, watching the last bit of fabric fall down to the ground. He took off his sweater as well, revealing his white undershirt that stuck to his muscled body before he walked towards her, pressing her against the wall once more.

“Let’s see how wet you are, doll,” he reached down and trailed his fingers down her underwear, feeling her wet entrance. Without another word, he knelt down slowly and raised her leg over his shoulder, pulling her panties aside and sliding his finger up and down her soaking slit. (Y/n) gasped and did her best to balance as he continued teasing her with his finger. He slipped inside and attached his mouth onto her clit, his finger now moving in and out of her smoothly, all soaked up with her juices.

It was a heavenly feeling to have him down there, finally playing with her and going as far as licking her slit. Apparently, he was not only talented in academics and Quidditch, but he was also talented in combining both his finger and tongue on her. James licked her hungrily and even went as far as sticking his tongue in to taste her, eyes staring right back at her. She grabbed his hair in an effort to get him closer but all it did was make him moan against her slit, sending vibrations that made her call his name desperately.

“James!”

He pulled away and gave her one long lick before tugging down her panties, exposing her fully to him.

“Sorry, darling. Can’t cum yet. You’ll have to wait,” he smirked while removing his pants together with his boxers, his length all hard and ready for her. He carried her once more in his arms and pressed her against the wall, teasing his tip on her wet entrance.

“Captain…please, I want you,” she moaned, clinging onto him.

“Captain, huh? I like the sound of that,” he said before placing a soft kiss onto her lips and finally entering her in one quick push. He was certainly bigger than she had anticipated but she was definitely not complaining. She loved every hard thrust he gave her, his hands squeezing her ass as he persisted in hitting that glorious spot. Her walls were already tightening around his length and he could almost sense that she was about to cum once more.

He moved her up and down onto his member quickly as he chased his climax, both of them moaning.

“A-Ah….Captain…”

“Louder!” He shouted, slapping her ass hard while continuously thrusting into her wet core. His glasses were already fogged from the intensity but he did not care.

“Oh, Captain!” she moaned louder and felt his cock throb inside her, making her release all over him with another moan of his name, nails scratching onto his back.

James pushed inside one last time before he finally came, painting her walls with his seed. He panted heavily and kept her in his arms until they came down from their high.

The two got dressed afterwards and left the room together, their teammates waiting by the door, all of them shocked at what they heard.

“Tomorrow again?” (Y/n) asked James with a smile on her face.

“Certainly. Just don’t practice without me,” he winked before kissing her once more.

eyes

Lily’s eyes were green. Lily was earth. She gave life to everything that touched her. She was vivacious. She was the start and the end of everything. She was rough and edgy sometimes but smooth as silk at other times. She was strong, she would turn you upside down like an earthquake. She was indispensable, if she wasn’t there, there was no life. 

Sirius’ eyes were grey. Sirius was air. He was free like the wind. He was also as intimidating as a hurricane. When he was angry he could not be contained. He either caressed you slowly or he smacked the living shit out of you. He was black or white, he didn’t have the colour of his eyes in his soul. He was rebellious, he would rekindle a fire when others tried to put it down. He seemed weak but would knock you down out of nowhere.

Peter’s eyes were blue. Peter was water. He was pure but easily manageable. He never knew his strength. He had the potential of a tsunami but he thought he was just a river. He never understood how big the effects of his actions would be. He wanted power but he already had it inside him. 

Remus’ eyes were amber. Remus was fire. He was the sun and he didn’t get along with moon as well as the others did. He had good and bad in him. He kept you warm but he also had the ability to consume everything around him. There was hatred in him, burning him from the inside but he always made sure he kept it under control. When he couldn’t, he needed others to keep him calm and they did. 

James’ eyes were hazel. James was harmony. He kept them all together. They worked together like magic and James was how they achieved that magic. He would help Peter realise his strength when he didn’t and help him understand how much he’s needed to put out Remus’ fire. He would make sure Remus saw fire isn’t all that bad, it can be calm and good, too. He would protect Sirius and others from himself so there would be as little damage as possible. He would bring out the best in Lily, he would smooth out her edges. He had all these different personalities but he made them come together and work. 

Shades Of Red (Young! James Potter)

Request: Can you write a James Potter (Marauder’s Era) one shot where there is a surprise masquerade. The reader is a Gryffindor and looks a bit like Lily Evans, Potter’s date, and he accidentally kisses the reader thinking it was Lily. He kissed her wanting to verify that he actually felt something for Evans because lately he had been feeling just friendship for the girl that finally said yes to him. End of story James finds out he doesn’t love Lily, but the girl behind the mask, lots of fluff and kiss

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Originally posted by marauderseraimagines

With flaming red hair, and green emerald eyes, Y/N carefully slipped on the dress prepared for this special evening. She could hear the girls chattering and giggling in excitement
‘I am going with Jack Rogers’ a girl gushed to her friends as the rest applied their make-up. Shaking her head and adding the last bit of accessories, the mask, on her face Y/N opened the four posted bed’s curtains with a smile plastered on her face.



'Come on Prongs! Just admit it. You don’t like Evans anymore’ Sirius Black’s voice rang through the room as the four teens, known as The Marauders, were getting ready 'and that’s good, because tonight, my friend, I will be your wingman!’
Rolling his eyes, James Potter, or as his friends call him, Prongs, placed the dressing robes’ jacket on and started trying to tame his hair.


Feeling a gentle tap on her shoulder, Y/N turned around to see a boy near her age with soft, hazel eyes framed by round glasses. His black hair was messy and untidy, yet it looked good, it looked windswept which didn’t make any sense to Y/N considering that they’re indoors.
'Lily, you look beautiful’
James Potter complimented what he thought was the girl he’s been after for years now
'Um- I’m not-’
'You, Lily Evans, look absolutely stunning. Just like me’
Y/N let a soft laugh at that, it was clear that he is a gentleman, a very confident, a very bold gentleman.

As the two stood talking about nothing of importance, James smiled 'Let me get you a drink, love’
It is wrong of her to do that, maybe it would destroy the relationship between James and Lily, but Y/N couldn’t help it. James Potter is polite, funny, and handsome, but most of all, he made her feel welcomed, he made her nervous yet relaxed when she’s talking to him. So for the rest of the masquerade ball, she enjoyed herself by being Lily Evans and praying that no one would figure out the truth.



'Look at them Moony, dancing and laughing’ Sirius Black scoffed from across the Great Hall as he watched his friend, James Potter, and his date, Lily Evans- or so him and his friends thought. 'Just going around exciting me “I just don’t want to kiss her” (Sirius said trying to mock James) Bloody liar. Just getting me all psyched for being his wingman-’ Sirius’ grumbling words faded as he changed his sight from his friend to his Transfiguration professor 'Ah, Minnie-’ and with that, the young wizard was off to jokingly flirt with his professor.



'Actually it was published 1994’
'Umm. No this song was released 1975, and the band’s name is Queen not The Queens’
Y/N argued heatedly with James Potter over the song playing. Bohemian Rhapsody.
'You know Evans (Y/N’s guilt increased) I never took you for the one to listen to this kind of music’
Y/N laughed lightly and decided to call it a night, considering that it was nearly midnight and that she couldn’t pretend to be someone that she’s not. When she decided to play someone else, she never thought of how James Potter have been after this girl she’s pretending to be for years, he knows her.

Moving out of his arms, Y/N gave James a small smile 'I had a good time tonight (James rolled his eyes) but I really need to go. Goodnight’
'Goodnight, Lily’
Smiling softly at the masked girl, James Potter couldn’t help but fall for this Lily. The Lily that laughs at his silly jokes and 30% only out of pity. The Lily that discuss music and compliments him for his pranks. The Lily that makes him feel at home.

'Just admit it Prongs, you don’t like Evans anymore’
Sirius’ words played in James’ mind and before she could move any further, he got a hold of her hand
'Lily wait, I have to tell you something-’
'Me too’ her voice was painful and her soft, beautiful eyes were full of regret, not giving him time, Y/N admitted one of the two things she didn’t say 'Um- I- it’s rock’
James’ eyebrows furred in confusion 'what?’
Letting out a deep breath and swallowing the lump in her throat
'This kind of music is rock’
James let out a small chuckle as Y/N let out a shaky giggle
Looking into her emerald green eyes, James Potter did the only thing he wanted to do for so long, the only thing he could do to prove and admit his feeling to the beauty in front of him.
Closing the distance between them, James’ hands were carefully placed on her cheeks as he looked into her joyful eyes that were filled with sadness, James place his lips on Y/N’s before she could utter a word
Feeling his lips on hers was different, the kiss was gentle and slow, yet not slow enough for her to have enough nor him either.
James didn’t believe in destiny or fate and he hated how girls describe the feeling in their stomachs when they share a kiss but who could deny these butterflies, they’re filling his gut and he didn’t even think of fighting the cliché feeling.
Breaking the kiss, Y/N opened her emerald eyes to find James’ hazel ones staring at her
'Yeah’ James whispered as his left hands caressed Y/N’s cheek and his right was on her lower  back near her waist 'It’s definitely rock’


As the next day came by, James Potter found himself in his usual place in front of the lake with his friends as he leaned on a tree, watching the lake and telling his friends about the Lily Evans from the previous night.

'Well, speaking of the devil’ Sirius black uttered as he nodded at the red head coming their way. As soon as James saw her he jumped to his feet and smiled at her 'Lily’
'James hello’ Lily’s voice was soft and her emerald eyes were full of sympathy 'can I talk to you alone?’


'I am really sorry about yesterday and I really wanted to come but I was sick and I had to stay in the hospital wing. I hope we could go out next Hogsmeade trip’
Lily spoke too fast but every word was clear to James. So, if Lily wasn’t the one who fought with him offer the music, if Lily wasn’t the one who laughed at his jokes, if Lily wasn’t the one who he kissed, then who was the girl from last night, James wondered and got lost in his thoughts
'James?’ Lily asked worriedly looking at the boy in front of her 'um, yeah. Yeah. O'course. I’ll- uhh- I’ll see you around’



Sitting in their dorm each of the marauders was processing the information James told them
‘so, you like this girl?’ Peter asked as he looked at his friend
'I don’t know Wormtail, I mean, she’s really nice to talk to and I’d like to meet her again but I don’t even know her name’
'But you do know what she looks like’ Remus looked at his friend that nodded in agreement 'so, we’ll just have to help you find her, do you know which house at least?’ Remus added as James shook his head, making his friends groan 'what! I thought it was Lily’
Rolling his eyes, Sirius stood up and say back down beside James as he placed his hand on his shoulder 'look mate, as much as I love you not having your mind set on someone, I will do my duty as your best friend-’ 'we’re all his best friends Padfoot’ at that comment Sirius scoffed 'please Wormtail, we all know I’m his best friend. Anyway, as your best friend I will help you find this girl. We all will, but I’ll still get the credit as I’m his best friend’ Sirius said as he directed the last part to Moony and Wormtail.
James smiled at his friends before thanking them, and suggesting to just keep an eye on someone that looks like Lily in classes and when they’re sitting in the common room, maybe luck will be on his side and she’s a Gryffindor.
'Okay, don’t worry Prongs, we’ll find her. But if she’s hot can I-’
'Padfoot!!’
'Right sorry, not the right time- okay, got it, it’ll never be the right time’ Sirius said as he looked at his now glaring best friend.

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Part 2????

Sorry for any mistakes and I hope you liked it :) :)

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Snivellus Snape and the Potions Shop from Hell

Anonymous Asked: Could you write something where Snape is Lily’s boss and she is always worried about losing her job because he wants more* of her but she loves James.

Lily had to admit, not only was her boss socially useless and awkward, but she also hated that she literally owed him for giving her a job in his shop because she was newly graduated from Hogwarts.

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Worth The Risk {Part 04}

Bucky x Reader
Summary: Bucky knew that all Steve wanted was for him to get along with her, but was it really worth the risks?

Part 01 / Part 02 / Part 03 / Part 05 / Part 06 / Part 07 / Part 08 / Part 09 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 - Coming Soon! 

Word Count: 1345
Warnings: swearing, mild violence, angst (?), probably gonna be sad

(gif originally by @xllxni aka me which is why it’s so shitty lmao)

A few weeks in to Bucky’s treatment and you had made yourself comfortable at T’challa’s hide out. Maria Hill had sent out some work for you to get through during your stay and you’d also managed to find space in one of the labs to help around in order to keep yourself busy. You’d finished all the books you’d brought along long ago.

Bucky and Steve spent almost all of their days working through Bucky’s treatment plan and while it meant that they were progressing quickly, you found yourself alone and bored out of your mind.

It was Saturday and most of the lab technicians you worked with were spending the weekend with their families so instead you sat curled up at the small table by the living room window. You were almost finished one of the files Maria had sent your way when the front door opened, pulling your thoughts away from the work in front of you. You craned your neck around to face the two men who greeted you as they entered.

“You’re home early.” You remarked, watching as Bucky took a seat on the couch behind you and Steve made his way over to stand by your side.

Steve grinned, placing a hand on your shoulder and peering down at the papers in front of you curiously before speaking.

“They think we’ve finished all the procedures.” He explained, your eyebrows shooting upwards in surprise as you looked over to Bucky.

Bucky threw you an exhausted smile and shrugged. “They’re giving us the evening off before they start running the tests tomorrow.”

“That’s great!” you exclaimed, sitting up straighter in your chair and turning your entire body around to face your friends. “How do you feel?”

You asked him the same question nearly every evening but the answer he gave you that afternoon was the best yet.

“The best I’ve felt in years.”

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Oh wow, Netflix is coming out with a Watership Down miniseries!!!! Four one-hour episodes. The cast looks really good (John Boyega as Bigwig! Nicholas Hoult as Fiver! James MacAvoy as Hazel!) and I’m pretty psyched. The book is one of my all time favs and I loved the movie (we do not speak of the tv series) but I’m also excited to see what they can do with more time to tell the story. The animation is being done by Brown Bag Films, 

Next Generation Amortentia:
  • Rose: Old books, freshly made pumpkin juice, grandma's blueberry bread and coconut (Scorpius's shampoo).
  • Hugo: Soft sea-salt pretzels, hot chocolate, dry basil leaves and hazel wood.
  • James Sirius: Butterbeer, toasted sunflower seeds, cinnamon and chestnut wood.
  • Albus Severus: Strawberry jam, firewhisky, cinnamon cookies and clean sheets.
  • Lily Luna: Black tea leaves, cherry flower, rosemary water and blueberry.
  • Victoire: Orange and poppy seed juice (Teddy's favourite), lavender flower, incense and wet grass.
  • Teddy: Fresh ink, lavender flower (Victoire's hair), chai tea blend and rain.
  • Dominique: Almond wood, fresh ginger, bacon caramel and periwinkle flower.
  • Louis: Homemade chocolate-chip cookies, lemon-peel tea, Shell Cottage's wild blackberries and coffee.
  • Fred II: Basil tomato sauce, watermelon, honey-roasted almonds and menthol cigarettes.
  • Roxanne: Coffee grounds, apple and cinnamon soap, warm milk and chocolate.
  • Molly II: Lemon pie filling, olive oil, juniper wood and Diagon Alley's fish and chips.
  • Lucy: Freshly painted walls, chamomile flower, coconut oil and honey-lemon water.
  • Alice II: Wild flower garden, moist clay, lemongrass and pink pepper grounds.
  • Scorpius: Red Roses, roll-up cigarettes, elder wine and apple pie.
  • Lorcan: Cypress wood, blue champagne, jasmine tea and peppermint candy.
  • Lysander: Poppy flower, pumpkin-spice pound cake, caramelized apricot and muggle beer.
Demigod

one-shot for @jilychallenge - february 2017

@gryffindormischief vs @woollfs (previously gxnevras)

prompt: so I’m a greek god and you’re a demigod who I turned up to curse because man you screwed up, but honestly that face is too cute to turn into a minotaur au

A/N: so this goes over 5900 words HA.  Not Greek gods but it’s all about gods/demi gods and whatnot.  Also it’s loosely based on the Epic of Gilgamesh so if you recognize anything that’s why. :)  @petalstofish this is it!!!! :) <3

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A sharp wind licks across the steep rock outcropping that cuts into the emerald landscape below, far enough down that vertigo kicks in for even the bravest.  Aside from James.  He’s traveled these lands enough times that nothing but that initial free-hand slide over the side to whatever makeshift handholds he can find will even bring his pulse above a resting heart rate.

Tucking the remnants of his lunch into his rather Spartan pouch – wouldn’t do to climb on a too full stomach – James tightens his belt, stretches his limbs, and strides toward the precipice with the casual purpose of someone who knows themselves and their task. That is until the scratching of claws – four sets if his ears are to be believed – scrape across the rough hewn stone.

James turns at the last minute, even his highly trained senses too slow to defend beyond raised forearms protecting his chest and head.  His vital organs should be well enough protected by the stiff leather that wraps around his middle, although his legs are vulnerable beneath the soft, worn cotton of his dark green trousers.

All this slips through his mind like a well-worn checklist – a product of years spent fighting and defending and being generally heroic – in the brief moments before the large, dark beast descends on him, the impact of its hulking form nearly knocking him to the ground.

As it is, he stumbles back a few steps which is a few more than he’s surrendered to any opponent since he counted his age in double digits.  Considering the circumstances, he lets the injury to his pride roll off his proverbial back as he flips the beast over his literal one and James quickly grabs his newly sharpened dagger from his boot.

With a few huffs that almost sound like indignant laughter, the dog like monstrosity stalks closer again and the two circle each other warily.

Relying on the adage of fortune favoring the bold, James quickly closes in on his opponent, its back to the sharp cliff as he wields his dagger expertly.  And yet despite his prowess, each swipe and thrust is easily evaded despite the rather heavy appearance of his foe.

Their single combat proceeds in this fashion for a time, neither gaining ground, neither surrendering, until James finally sees his chance and herds the beast toward the edge.

In the split second before he intends to push it over, delivering it a fairly sympathetic death as these things go, the monster shifts before his eyes, thick dark fur melting from its body and revealing taught olive skin, but the silver-grey eyes remain the same.

Momentarily caught off guard, the beast – man – grasps at his forearm desperately.  James narrows his hazel eyes inquisitively, jerking the man back from the sharp drop and shoving him toward his abandoned campsite.

Smirking rather arrogantly for a man who just barely escaped death’s clutches, his companion pushes up onto his hands, legs extended in front casually as if spending a lazy day picnicking by the lake.  “Quite the fighter then.”

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Halloween 1981 - James

James Potter suddenly found himself somewhere he didn’t know. He was sure there was green light and a man with a snake-like face in front of him a second ago. There were people around him, who didn’t even look his way. Then it dawned on him: Lily. He had failed the love of his life and his son. He couldn’t stop death. Death. He was dead even though he had so much to live for but it was necessary. Maybe I bought enough time for them to apparate, they were all that mattered. Black messy haired and green eyed boy and his mother, they deserved what James selflessly sacrificed. He wanted to live but he would rather die if it meant saving them, four identical green eyes meant so much more than his hazel ones. 

James wanted to know what was going on, whether they made it out or not. Lily and Harry, that was all he could think about. Before he knew it he was looking at the place he once called home. It hadn’t been a minute since his body fell on the floor, Death was making his way to the red haired girl and the small baby in her arms. They don’t deserve this.

He was betrayed by someone he trusted. He trusted a lot, Sirius always warned him about it. Sirius. They never told anyone they changed the Secret Keeper. Moony, please believe him.

Death was close now, he blasted the door, his wand was inches away from Lily Evans’ heart, a heart so pure James never felt like he deserved it. She was putting herself between Harry and Death, he told her to move, she didn’t. You didn’t have the option of disagreeing with Death. She was so brave, she was love. James knew they would be together again. Four short years they had together, it wasn’t enough and this wasn’t fair.

Betrayed by the person he thought he saved.

James shut his eyes, he shut them so hard his face shrivelled. He didn’t want to see it, he didn’t want to see life leave Lily’s eyes, the eyes he loved so much, the eyes that had the most beautiful shine to them when she smiled. Her smile. The way she smiled when James kissed her, he felt her smile from her lips even though his eyes were closed. James felt himself a little better, he didn’t dare open his eyes. A soft voice called his name, his favourite, but he knew she was crying. 

Death had his wand directed at the head of the small boy. If they had him too, there would be no reason the stay here. Potters, there and gone in a heartbeat, just because James trusted the wrong person. This is all my fault.

Lily was barely standing, holding onto James. James wanted to close his eyes again but Lily didn’t, he had to be with her. He didn’t want to let her down again, she deserves so much more. His heart, his head, his body, everything hurt so bad. 

They could have gotten through this, there was a way, there always was a way. He just couldn’t find it.

James saw the green light leave the tip of the wand. It was a miracle. He saw Death collapse under his own weight, a miracle so strong it blew half of their home up. Harry was alright. Lily was hanging on his shirt, she was looking at their son, a lightning scar on his head and tears flowing down his cheeks. He is alive. He didn’t understand how it happened, he didn’t care.

James drowned in his guilt avoiding Lily’s eyes, he wanted to hug her tell her he was sorry but he had a knot in his stomach. He knew he was going to see disappointment in her eyes. Instead he saw love, because that’s what Lily Evans felt in her veins. Love and gratitude flowing out of every inch of her body. James had never loved her more.

James Potter and Lily Evans kept living through Harry’s messy black hair, green eyes, heart of gold and trust. They were everywhere, Harry just didn’t know it.


Halloween 1981 - Lily

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“There!” Miss Evers smiled and showed off the dress shirt to you. “That is a good clean fold.” She placed it on the stack of your father’s clothes and gave it a loving pat. Clapping her hands together, she spun to you. “Now, I’ll show you how to really get a good blood stain out.”

Before you could help it, you spoke out. “I wish you were my mother.”

She turned sad for a moment and nodded, looking down at her cleaning things and then smiling again. “I wish so too.”

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For the asks game: 17, 22, 31, and 46!

17. Do you make soundtracks for each story?

If by soundtracks you mean writing playlists, then I suppose I do. It’s honestly not something I put a whole lot of thought into though; I don’t take care to choose songs that thematically fit with my books according to genre or mood really. It’s more like, if I come across a song with lyrics that fit some aspect of my books perfectly, I’ll just note it and possibly add it to my playlist for that book!

22. Has your own writing ever made you cry?

No, not that I recall. I think the only way it could ever make me cry was if I was writing about something super personal to me. Otherwise I’m pretty detached from all the awful things that happen to my characters lol, in fact terrible events in my own books kinda excite me (and yes, I’m aware that makes me sound a little disturbed, but bear with me, I’m a writer).

31. What trope do you actually like?

Oh boy, I have no idea. Anything that’s actually healthy, I think. And not super overdone. I like seeing actually complex, fleshed out parents who play a role in the protagonist’s life. I like seeing girls who support each other (seriously, let the girl hate be gone for good already!). And maybe the one sort of overdone trope I like is the star crossed lovers; I just can’t get enough of the angsty romance, it’s my one weakness! Though I for sure am pretty picky about the execution of said star crossed lovers lol.

46. What Hogwarts house would your protagonist(s) be in?

Ooooh I actually had this convo once with a friend I believe, so let’s see! Daniel is a bit tricky, because he … is really kinda similar to Harry Potter, I guess. I feel like, in Memoirs he would be a Gryffindor, but in Renaissance he’s a lot more ambitious, more goal-oriented, and possibly even a bit ruthless, so then I’d probably say he fits right in with Slytherin. Owen and Hazel are Hufflepuffs, no question at all. I’d say Serena is a Gryffindor as well, and for the sake of putting someone in Ravenclaw, I’m just gonna name Mary as the perfect candidate! I could go on about why exactly they fit into each house, buuuuut I don’t wanna make this too long, so if you’re interested in hearing about that, you can send another ask lol.

Thank you for the questions! <3

I Love You, You Idiot.

For my lovely @regulusblaqk you darling, darling, darling witch. Merry Christmas!! I know Wolfstar holds your heart, but I thought you might like some Jegulus ;)

I’m also posting this in my Christmas Drabbles and Shorts series on FFN in case anyone wanted to read the other ones :D

I really hope you like it love!! They’re all winter/Christmas based, and this one is set in James’s 7th year, and Regulus’s 6th!


 Warmth, laughter and light is pouring out of the Great Hall, which is decorated to the nines with elaborate silver decorations, and the massive tree at the front looks like it is covered in snow. Snow seems to be falling from the enchanted ceiling, and peaceful music is playing as the students dance, and enjoy each other’s company at the Winter Ball.

 Two students however are somewhere on the fifth floor, with foul moods, and neither giving an inch.

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