Ill Adventures

Ill adventures

James Potter x GN!Reader Oneshot

WC: 1229

SYNOPSIS: James decides it’s in his best interest to piss off the one person willing to take care of him whilst he’s ill.

WARNINGS: Swearing, mentions of being sick/ symptoms (vomit, fever, runny nose) James being a baby

James Potter is one of the kindest, bravest, strongest people you know. He is selfless and always wants to see his friends and family smile.

Until he gets sick.

When James invited you to stay at Potter Manor for the winter holiday, this is not what you had in mind. Towards the beginning, you, James and Sirius went ice skating at a lake outside of the nearby muggle town. When James refused to wear a scarf, like a child, because it would “slow him down”, you knew the inevitable would come. Not that you minded taking care of James when he was ill, it was a very entertaining experience. That didn’t make it an easy one.

So you watched as the cold turned his nose pink and Jack Frost nipped at his ears, and saw the beginning of the end as he wiped his nose and sniffled throughout the night.

The way this man does a full 360 the minute he coughs.

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“Woe is me, darling!” He cries out. You roll your eyes as you pour hot chicken soup into a bowl. James’s symptoms were minimal. He had just come down with the common cold: sneezing, coughing, fever. Things that would be gone within a day or two. James, however, thought differently.

“James, I think you’re being a tad dramatic.”

“Save yourself, I’m a goner.” He flopped down onto the couch, thermometer hanging off his lip like a cartoon. Ice pack on his forehead and blanket tucked around him. And Merlin forbid- he sneezes. Start the funeral arrangements now.

You walk over, bowl in hand, and set it down on the table in front of the sofa.

“James.”

“My love, as I lay here on my deathbed-“

“Actually, it’s more like your death-couch.” You smile at the glare he sends you.

“I would like to make a formal request of where my things will go.” You hum in agreement. “Give Moony all of my books.”

“Do you have any books?” You laughed. James thought for a minute. Deciding it was better to ignore your antics, he continued.

“Leave my clothes to Sirius, he needs a better sense of style.”

“Oy!” Was called from the kitchen. Sirius Black refused to take this slander.

“You can’t wear a leather jacket forever, Pads!”

“Watch me!” Sirius called. “I’m glad you’re sick you daft deer.” he mumbled under his breath. Sirius huffed his way up to his bedroom, flipping off James as he passed. If the cold didn’t kill James, Sirius might.

Ignoring Sirius, James obnoxiously slurped the hot soup you made him.

“And for you, love, I leave my wand.”

“Ah. Can I have your broom instead?” You ask, clasping your hands together.

“No. I’m taking that with me.” Arse.

“Wh- nevermind.” You take the empty soup bowl from his hands and pull the ice pack off his forehead, feeling for a different temperature. James dodges away.

“Your hands are cold.” Your eye twitches in annoyance.

“Fine.” You check the clock on the wall.

James has faced evil wizards, school bullies, and even had death threats made to his family. However what you held in your hand, was the greatest enemy James has ever faced.

Liquid cold and flu medicine. The horror.

“NO!” He cried out, clutching his chest as the look of betrayal came over his face. “Why would you do this to me, my love?! On my deathbed-“

“-couch.”

“Why do you insist on this torture!”

“You need to take this medicine, or you won’t get better!” You poured the appropriate amount of the sticky red liquid into the clear cup. You hold it out to him. Unsurprisingly, he doesn’t make a move to grab it. “James. FLEAMONT. Potter.”

James gasped like he had been stabbed. “But darling! It tastes like poison!”

“It is. I’m trying to speed this process along, so I can have your broom.” James stuffs himself further into the abyss of the couch in a futile attempt to hide from the horrid liquid.

“James, if you take this now, I will send Sirius to drop by the pharmacy to pick up the pills.” You said, circling the cup in front of him.

James followed the cup with his eyes, pondering. Then he sneezed and sniffled.

“You will never have to see this liquid again.” You said in a sing-song voice.

James begrudgingly took the cup from your hand and cringed as he glared at the cup with malice.

“Take it, Potter.”

If looks could kill, you’d be six feet under.

Surprisingly, it only took one sip and it was down for good. You made him another cup of tea and changed the ice pack on his head. He held a pout on his face as he shivered and pulled the blanket as close to his chest as he could. You rubbed the top of his head lovingly.

“I’m sorry you’re not feeling good baby,” You rested your hand on his face.

“‘Tis not your fault, love. Quite the opposite, you did warn me.” He closed his eyes under your touch.

“Well next time, you’ll just have to wear a scarf.” You chuckled.

“Maybe not. I like it when you take care of me.”

You kissed his forehead. “I’ll always take care of you. Now get some sleep, Jamie.”

You made sure the blanket was comfortably situated on him, and stood up to leave him to sleep. You turned to go, but got stopped when he grabbed your hand.

“Will you sleep with me?” He asked.

“Gee Jamie, take me to dinner first.” You laughed. “Only joking, scooch over.”

His eyes brightened up and he moved further into the couch. You hopped in under his arm and spooned till he fell asleep.

—

Come morning, James’s had pretty much gotten over his cold. He took a shower, changed and his fever had gone down the drain. He was on his way down the stairs when he heard it.

Sniff

At first he thought it could’ve been a trick of the mind, so when you denied it, he didn’t say anything.

Sniff

There it was again.

“Darling? Are you feeling alright? You sure you didn’t catch what I had?”

“James, you’re so paranoid. I am fine, see?” You flashed him a smile.

Two days later, you were throwing some laundry in a basket when James passed by with some medicine.

“Here darling.” He held it out to you.

“…James.”

“Y/N.”

“What would that be for?”

“Usually it’s used whenever people get sick.” and can admit it

“I’m not sick.”

Ah, denial. What a lovely place to be in. James knew it was a lie, however, because- as amazing as you always look- right now you sat in front of him with puffy eyes that had growing dark circles underneath, and a runny nose that had become irritated from your constant rubbing.

“Y/N, how can I get you to take this medicine?”

“Prove to me why I'm sick. What’s wrong with me, Potter?” You crossed your arms.

James laughed.

“Absolutely nothing darling, you cannot try and trick me so I forget about this. Please just take this for me, and we can get some soup in you.”

“James, I’m perfectly healthy. I just have some allergies. Probably from all the dust around here, you should really get on tha- tha- th- ACHOO!”

James raised an eyebrow.

“James.”

“Y/N.”

“I think I'm sick.”

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A/N: God, I love this man. Hey guys! Welcome to my second post, I hope y’all enjoyed this :) I’m a big James girl myself, however i’m a sucker for all the marauders. I’m going to be starting a series soon for one of the marauders, so if you have any requests they might be slower to upload, however I am so pleased with the way this turned out. Pt. 2? ugh comforting fluff always gets me. Anyways, see ya later!

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Hi! i wanted to request a batfam where the reader is the youngest batsibling (maybe 14-15) and is nervous to introduce their first bf or gf to her family. they are all really confused why she's so nervous until they meet readers partner and realise they're the child of one of the gotham villains. eventually they realise that readers partner isn't evil like their parent(s).

Azalea Isley

WC: 2405

SYNOPSIS: Your girlfriend comes from different circumstances. You just hope your adopted family will look past her not-so-perfect family and open their minds. Maybe a flower can survive in a batcave? heh. maybe it’s just wishful thinking.

Pairings: GN!Reader x OC, GN!Batsib!Reader x Batfamily

Azalea Isley, or Zales, as you call her, has been your girlfriend for one year, two months and six days. You met back when you were 13 while on patrol. You ran into her when looking for her mother, Pamela Isley, aka, Poison Ivy.

~

“Robin, search the North wing, S/N, take the South. I’m going to scout the middle. Ivy is tricky and has eyes everywhere. Stay vigilant and stay on comms.” Batman bluntly ordered.

After escaping Arkham Asylum, rumors of Ivy’s whereabouts were spreading like fire, er uh, forest fire. People were saying she had been spotted hiding out at her old workplace; The Gotham Botany Preserve. It’s abandoned now, but naturally, it was your job to investigate.

You discreetly made your way to the South wing, feet silently walking as you listened for any signs of Ivy’s presence. You made your way down the cathedral-like hallway. The cascading walls were covered in thick, dark green vines climbed up towards the ceiling, and weaved around the stained glass windows that lined the hall. A yellow hue of light came from the door that sat slightly ajar at the end of the hall. You saw a shadow fall over the crack in the door, so you pressed yourself against the wall and held your breath.

“I’ve got movement.” You whispered into your comm.

“I have eyes on Ivy.” Damian said. “Someone else must be here.”

“S/N, do not engage. We don’t know who or what that is. Fallback.”

“Okay. On my way to your location now.” Curiosity got the better of you and your actions contradicted your words. Bummer for Batman ig. You slowly pushed the door open and looked around. The abandoned greenhouse had been turned into a make-shift bedroom. Beautiful fully bloomed Bougainvillea spiraled down the pointed ceiling and sporadically grew against the green glass. Leaves littered the floor and petals fell as the door shook some of the vines. Honey yellow lanterns hung on the walls giving a golden warmth to the room, and a small bed was to your left, tucked away.

“Woah…” Your hands unconsciously dropped from their defensive form.

Letting your guard down, what a rookie mistake. Hard vines wrapped around your body and pulled you off the ground. You let out a yelp as your legs were pulled above your head and suspended you above the ground. The vines tied your arms against your sides and held your legs together, completely eliminating movement. You groaned as the blood rushed to your face.

‘Damn Batman would kick my ass if he found out that I disobeyed a direct order, AND got my ass kicked by some foliage while doing so. i kinda deserve this tbh.’ You thought.

Out of the shadows, stepped a young girl. She was about your age, roughly 5’ 6” and was beautiful. So beautiful that even the most thorough words on a page would be far too simple to describe the way she lit up a room. She had dark fuchsia hair that cascaded down her shoulders and fell to the middle of her back. Her green eyes and pale complexion matched that of her mother.

“Who are you? What do you want?” Her hands were shaking, as if they didn’t hold immense power. Still, she was scared of you. She wasn’t used to this by any means. She avoided conflict and violence as much as possible. Her mother hid her away, not that she wanted to leave. She was Rapunzel and wanted to stay Rapunzel. Though, her mother never lied to her about the horrors outside. Call it what you will, Stockholm syndrome, fear, truth, at the end of the day Azalea Isley didn’t like people.

But eh. Who cares? You had a smart mouth and beautiful women oftentimes made you run it as much as possible. You took a breath and began speaking calmly as to not startle her.

“My name is S/N. I am a hero. What’s your name?”

“You lie.” She spat. ‘oh’

“S/N is not a real name. Tell me the truth.” The vines tightened around you. You gasped out.

“I can’t tell you my name! Don’t your parents give you rules you can’t break? This is one of mine.” She contemplated your words.

“As you decide if I’m lying or not, could you loosen these? I'm dyin’ here.” She swallowed and reluctantly loosened the vines, but kept you hanging.

“I am Azalea.”

“Like the flower?” She gave you a pointed look. “Right. Sorry, dumb question.” Her face relaxed into a small smile.

“Momma says there’s no such thing as a dumb question. Only dumb people.”

“Ivy? Yeah, that’s fair. Will you let me down?”

“No.” She came closer to you and began feeling your face and hair.

“That’s fine.” You replied, your voice coming to a whisper.

“I have not met a person like you before, S/N. You’re very warm, and your face is turning pink.”

“That’s normal, don't worry.” Your eyes met hers with a stupid grin.

~

Since then, you have met in secret every couple of days, both of your parents staying somewhat oblivious to your secret romance. Today was the day you decided your ruse needed to come to light.

Ow.

Your teeth bit through the skin on your lip. The anxiety of the entire evening was eating you alive. Your knee bounced under the table your family sat around in silence and anticipation.

“So, Y/N.” Bruce began. “Any specific reason you wanted this family meeting?”

Your eyes shot up to meet your adoptive father. You took a breath and decided it was best to be as blunt as possible.

“I have a girlfriend.” You crossed your arms. Your brothers held onto the silence for another beat.

“Oh it’s about time.” Jason said. “We’ve been waiting for you to come clean for like a year.” Your chest released the tension it held, and your face lost its color.

“What?! You knew?” Your eyes widened. How much did they know?

“Yeah, we kind of figured, N/N.” Tim said. You quirked an eyebrow. He shrugged. “Sneaking out without notice is hard to do in a family like ours. But we also figured you’d tell us when you were ready.” You nodded. They still don’t know though. Or they’re just being really cool. Nah, the batfam? No way.

“I invited her over for dinner tonight. I want you guys to meet her.” You fiddled with a leather bracelet. “I want you to have an open mind when you meet her.”

“Of course we will.” Dick said, putting a comforting hand over yours. You averted your gaze from the group as he held your hand.

“She means a lot to me.” cliché

-

A few hours later, you were getting dressed. Zales didn’t have a phone, but you knew she was coming. You buttoned up your shirt and ran a hand over your face. Please go well. In all honesty, you knew it probably wouldn’t go well. But hey! What’s life without risk, eh?

The table was set and you made your way towards the foyer to meet Azalea.

She rang the doorbell, and diligent as ever, Alfred opened the door with a knowing smile to welcome her in.

“Hello Miss Azalea, and Welcome to Wayne Manor. We have been expecting you-“

“Zales!!” You ran around Alfred, enveloping your girlfriend in a hug. She laughed, and hugged you back.

She pulled away, but continued to hold your hand. She can feel your anxiety flowing off of you in waves. She turned back towards Alfred.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Pennyworth. I am sorry sweet Y/N here seems to get a bit too ahead of themselves sometimes.”

Alfred nodded, softly smiled and guided the two of you to the dining room. Azalea looked around at the grand manor. The wooden paneling that neatly lined up with the pristine carpet that was cleaned especially well in order to welcome a new guest courtesy of Alfred. <3 Talk about marrying into the right family.

“Allow me to fetch the others.” Alfred said before politely exiting.

She grabbed your hand.

“Regardless of what happens my love, it is all going to be okay.” You nodded.

As you reassured each other, a crash was heard from the other room. You cringed and the voices of your brother’s bickering rang out.

“Shut up replacement, outta my way before you get smacked the fuck up.” Jason began.

“You irk me.” Tim crossed his arms in a pout.

“Both of you, be quiet.” Bruce said, crossing the hallway to enter the room. As the five men looked up, you and Azalea stood. You gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Hi.” Azalea said, riddled with nerves.

“Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian,” You began, pointing each one out to her, “this is Azalea,”

“Isley, right?” Bruce said. His gaze hardened and his jaw clenched. The renowned Batman Glare™ didn’t make Azalea back down. She knew what she was getting herself into. So instead, she stood tall.

“Yes, Isley. My mother is Poison Ivy.” After another glaring standoff, Jason suddenly broke the silence with boisterous laughter.

“YES! This is so golden.” He reached a hand out to Zales. “Jason Todd, pleasure to meet you. I am the household headache.” Tension slightly died down in Azalea’s shoulders, she laughed and took his hand.

You loved Jason. He was an arrogant, loud, shoot-first-think-later person, but he was the most loyal person you knew. He always had your back, besides he’s seen his share of kids in bad environments. Hell he’s been there. He has no room to judge and never would.

Bruce continued to stand stoically. Dick smiled, and walked over.

“Hey! I am Dick Grayson, and don’t take whatever Bruce and Damian say personally, they’re always like that.” He put a hand on her shoulder. “Welcome!”

Dick was very motherly. He had his fair share of misfit kids in the teen titans, and Artemis stands to this day as one of his best friends. He has faith in people, and in you. Dick gave you a comforting pat on your shoulder.

“Three to go! Good luck, kid.” He walked past the two of you and sat down at the table next to Jason.

“Alright! Who’s next?” You clapped your hands together.

Tim looked around at the two most stubborn men in his family, or in the world, and then decided he should go next.

“Hey, I’m Tim.”

Tim’s reaction worried you to say the least. The uncertainty of how he would react made your stomach churn. At least you knew Bruce and Damian would be difficult. Tim, however, is usually open-minded. He is also protective. But above all else Tim wanted your happiness, besides, you’ve kicked his ass enough times for him to know not to worry about your safety. If you need help, you know where to go.

He took her hand and shook it. “You don’t need to worry about me. As long as you treat Y/N the way they deserve to be treated, then I'm no problem at all!”

Damian didn’t step forward when his time came.

“I don’t like criminals.”

“I am not a criminal.”

“By association, you are.”

“Oh shut up, Damian.” You snapped, coming to her defense. His eyes flew to meet yours, but he made no move in either direction. “Your mother is one of the most notorious assassins to ever exist, and your grandfather ran a league of them.” You crossed your arms. “You have no room to judge her about association.”

Damian huffed out of his nose and moved past the two of you with a resounding “Tch.”

Your eyes lit up and you spun around to your girlfriend.

“That was good for Damian!” You smiled excitedly. Damian might be a little rough around the edges, but he didn’t fight you. He is just looking out for you, and if you trust her, well, he still wouldn’t trust her, but he wouldn’t treat her as poorly as before. “Now! One more, the final boss.”

“Y/N.” He said.

“Bruce.”

“How long has she known our identities?”

“Like a year, and I only told her mine. She figured the rest on her own.” Eh. Mostly true.

He raised an eyebrow towards her.

“Hello.”

“Hi!!” She smiled.

“I don’t like your mother.”

“My mother doesn’t like you either, so it’s a good thing this doesn’t have anything to do with either of you.” She motioned between you.

Bruce hummed and moved forward. The three of you joined the boys at the table where dinner was served by the one, the only, the amazing, Alfred.

Dinner was awkward at the beginning, but whenever the conversation got moving it was easy. Your brothers liked her, it was Bruce who continued to be standoffish. However, he slowly, painfully slowly, warmed up to her throughout the night. Though it wasn't obvious to the naked eye, as Bruce’s kid, you saw his eyes soften every time you brought up a happy memory with her. She was making you happy, he knew that.

Dinner came to a close and the family was saying their goodbyes to Azalea. You stood by the door and hugged her.

“I’m so glad this went well.” You said, wrapping your arms around her. She kissed your cheek.

“Even if they didn’t like me, there wouldn’t be anyone’s opinion that could keep me from you.” You pulled apart, just as Bruce was coming down the stairs.

“Azalea. May I have a word in private before you leave?”

“Bruce I do-“

“It is okay my love. Yes sir.” Azalea motioned to the room over.

You sat on the stairs and tapped your foot, anxiously and impatiently. DAMMIT! So close to this going well. If he screws it up that would be major suckage.

When they returned, both had content smiles on their faces.

Azalea hugged you again.

“I will see you soon my love.” She then turned to Bruce. “Thank you for a wonderful evening, sir. It was a pleasure to meet your family.”

Bruce held up a hand.

“No need to thank me, the pleasure was all mine. Goodbye Azalea.”

She kissed your cheek.

“I love you.”

“Wh- I love you too- but what did you talk about?!”

Azalea laughed and cupped your face.

“Nothing much. Goodbye” She winked and walked out the door, a car pulling up outside.

“Bye I guess…” You held the door open for her, making sure she made it to her ride.

You turned to Bruce with an eyebrow raised.

He shrugged. “What? It’s my kid’s first relationship, I am not going to ignore that just because of their parents. Absolutely not.”

“Bruuuceeee, what did you say to her?” You groaned.

“I don’t remember.”

“Liar.”

He smiled and put a hand on your shoulder.

“Does she make you happy, Y/N?”

“Extremely.”

“Then I approve.”

“Thank you, Bruce.”

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A/N: tbh this was so fun to write. i ADORE botany (duh my username) and you gave me the perfect chance to use it in a fic! Great req btw i love the whole romeo-and-juliet-esc vibe of their relationship. Y/N and Azalea>>> fr flower power. thanks for the req! If you have anything else let me know!! <3 I’ve been out of town, but now that i’m back my writing can start back up! cant wait for more. Also mha fans should keep an eye out later this week!!