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

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

headcanons of roommate!marauders x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

im giggling sirius' reaction is so funny!! but umm there's nothing i wouldn't give to have james call me his girlfriend in front of the boys🤭🤭 im blushing over here elina your james is perfect <3

hiii!

first, i’m loving this dad!james series its genuinely so heart fulfilling so thank you for taking time out of your day to write

now i’m not sure if this will spark any interest but maybe dad!james and r have been dating for a like a month but no one knows and then the whole gang (or just rem and sirius) come over and like James is like extra touchy with her which like he was before but more so now so they’re both kinda like ??? until james is like she’s my girlfriend

ily

Dad!James Potter x Bsf!Reader ☼ 977 words

thank you sm babe! i love writing for you all! hope you like it <3

“Do they seem off to you?” Remus murmurs, his gaze following James as he heads into the kitchen. He had muttered something about helping you with the tea, but it wasn’t like you really needed the help.

The whole afternoon, Remus had noticed how James couldn’t keep his eyes off you, his gaze filled with that familiar, adoring warmth. That in itself wasn’t unusual—James had always looked at you that way. But what really caught Remus off guard was how openly you were returning those looks, your eyes just as soft, filled with the same affection. It wasn’t just the casual brush of his fingers against yours or his hand resting briefly on your lower back as you passed. It was also in the subtle, consistent touches—his knee brushing against yours under the table or the way his hand would linger on your arm during conversations.

You both appeared entirely and undeniably in love.

Sirius, however, is lost in his own world, meticulously taking apart one of Henry’s Lego sets just to rebuild it. “No,” he replies, not even looking up, his fingers expertly snapping the pieces back together. “Why? Did you notice something?”

“He hasn’t stopped touching her since we’ve got here.” Remus continues to stare at the doorway, as if expecting it to provide an answer somehow. The wall separating the kitchen from the living room blocks his view, but he can’t shake the feeling that something is different.

“He’s always like that with her.” Sirius says, focusing on a new Lego piece that refuses to snap into place. His frustration is clear as he twists and turns the piece, trying to make it fit.

“No,” Remus replies, shaking his head with a hint of uncertainty. “I’m sure I heard him call her ‘baby’ earlier.”

Sirius finally looks up, curiosity piqued by Remus’s tone. “When did you hear that?”

“When we first got here,” Remus says, his gaze distant as he recalls the moment. “James was talking to her in a more intimate way than usual.”

Sirius considers this, his frown softening slightly. “Oh, he probably did. He’s always calling her something sweet,” Sirius says with a casual shrug. “Lovesick is what he is.”

“He’s never called her ‘baby,’” Remus insists, his brow furrowing. “It’s different, I swear it.”

Sirius sighs and shakes his head, still engrossed in his Lego project. “We’ve thought that for years, and nothing’s ever really changed. Maybe this is just another nickname of his.”

Remus swears he hears you sigh James' name from the kitchen, light and airy, and before Sirius can react, Remus is on his feet, tugging at his shirt with a sense of urgency. Sirius starts to protest, a frown forming on his face, but Remus doesn’t bother with an explanation. “C’mon,” he insists, pulling him toward the kitchen without another word.

“Nothing’s different, Rem. They’re just—” Sirius’s words die in his throat as he catches sight of you both.

James has you perched on the edge of the counter, his body firmly nestled between your legs, the warmth of him pressing against you in all the right ways. One hand cradles your cheek, his thumb gently stroking your skin as he tilts your head just so, deepening the kiss. His other hand grips your hip, fingers curling into the soft flesh where your shirt has bunched up, his touch pulling a gasp from you. The kiss is slow, unhurried, every brush of his lips against yours filled with a lingering desire, like he’s savoring every second. Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging him closer, and the way your body arches into his, seeking more of him, makes it clear that neither of you wants to let go. The heat between you is palpable, each movement charged with a quiet intensity that speaks of just how much you want each other.

This is not the first time you’ve kissed clearly.

Remus clears his throat, a sound that cuts through the charged silence. You pull away from James, your breath coming in short, startled gasps. Your lips are swollen and pouty, still tingling from the intensity of the kiss. You clutch at James, reluctant to let go, as if the contact alone is grounding you.

James quickly tugs your shirt back into place, his hands lingering for a moment as he smooths out the fabric with a touch that’s both tender and possessive. His gaze flicks over to the boys, a mix of surprise and awkwardness crossing his face as he registers their stunned expressions. The heat in the room seems to intensify, the once-private moment now exposed under their watchful eyes.

“What the hell?” Sirius exclaims, his voice sharp with disbelief. “We’re out here building Legos—” 

“I wasn’t building—” Remus begins to protest, but Sirius cuts him off.

“—as we wait for our tea, and you two are in here snogging?”

“No, we weren’t sno—” You start to protest, but Remus and Sirius cut you off with pointed looks.

“When did this happen?” Sirius demands, clearly miffed. “Because that’s obviously not the first time you’ve kissed her.” His tone reflects his hurt that James, his best friend, hadn’t mentioned anything about this development.

James clears his throat, his face a mix of embarrassment and defensiveness. “About a month ago,” he admits.

“So you two are just messing around?” Remus asks, raising an eyebrow. James’s expression turns from defensive to offended, his brows knitting together.

“No, you prat! She’s my girlfriend.” James snaps, his voice tinged with frustration.

“Bloody hell, it only took you about eight years.” Remus retorts, a smirk playing on his lips. You let out a laugh, unable to help yourself at Remus’s quip.

Sirius, his annoyance settling, lets out an exaggerated sigh, “I expect another niece or nephew as compensation for making us all wait this long for you two to get together.”

please consider reblogging and/or leaving a comment! it keeps me motivated to write! 💌

umm girl i was getting ready to shed some tears but then LUCKILY you swooped in with that ending🤭 and you nailed that feeling of pining and loving so perfectly rahhhhh!!

wonder what's in the cards for us?

james potter x ex!reader ✮ 1.7k

summary: you live in james’ mind, rent-free, even after all these years.

cw/tags: gn!reader (no use of y/n), lovers (mentioned) to exes to (???), muggle!au, modern!au, (sorta???) angst... w/ an ending (wink wonk), and as u can probably already tell, this is from james' pov :>

note: now i also didnt know what i was doing with this one even more than the other james fic i just wrote 😭 but thats fine, ive managed to churn it out at least! so to whoever comes across this, well.. i hope you give it a chance 🫶 bcoz james is a very lovesick puppy here despite the angsty vibe LOL and also, this is yet again based on another niki song called, "facebook friends" 😋 ENJOYY !

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Amidst a desk full of open textbooks filled with dog-eared pages, highlighted phrases, and color-coordinated tabs lies a laptop—also opened, the screen glaring brightly within the dark confines of James Potter’s dorm room, with multiple tabs open on a browser; they consist of articles, research domains, and the like.

In front of this laptop is James Potter himself, staring right at the screen with a sullen look on his face. He has his headphones on (most likely listening to a song matching his mood), his forearms are placed onto the desk, and his chin is resting on them. It was easy to say that James was currently not having the time of his life trying to study for finals.

But then again, he was also currently not studying for finals despite being surrounded by his textbooks, and the multiple tabs opened on his computer. No, he was staring right at an open Facebook tab, eyes darting over every single aspect of a specific profile as his fingers swiped up and down on the touchpad, scrolling through the profile.

He’s inherently aware that he should be studying, of course. Like many other college students think, the finals season was a force to be reckoned with, and it was absolutely critical that every spare time spent is for studying for the examinations. But as far as James was also aware of—he couldn’t sit still and be laser-focused on doing godforsaken tasks such as studying for his finals.

And so, here he was, scrolling mindlessly on your Facebook profile. Because, really, he tends to get into a sentimental mood whenever he studies. It’s either he’s looking at a photo album and reminiscing memories, grabbing random things displayed around his room and thinking about what they meant to him, or, you know, scrolling mindlessly on Facebook because that’s where his past connection with you is immortalized.

He doesn’t quite know how it all started—for one thing, he remembers being a highschool heartthrob, girls and boys alike falling at his feet. And if he was feeling particularly spunky, he’d entertain a few pretty birds or two. All the while, they had never meant anything to him other than an ego boost or just a mere distraction (which, he admittedly thinks now, made him a dick).

But amongst all of these flings, James remembers one differently than the others. He remembers you—you and your smile, your laugh, your ability to make him feel like he’s on top of the world, your ability to suddenly make everything good in the world only ten times better. He remembers absolutely everything about you. Both the good, and the bad.

He never tries to think of the bad, but even as he reminisces on the good times he’s had with you, it makes him feel just as sad as when he thinks of the bad times. So it’s a never-ending struggle against keeping you close in his memories whilst also being aware that it wasn’t right, it wasn’t healthy for him. Only fools have attachment issues with their highschool ex that they carry on to their college life.

Perhaps that was why it had all gone downhill for the both of you, he thought. As a young teenage boy capable of attracting attention from left and right, and regularly switching between person to person, he couldn’t handle ‘serious.’ He’d selfishly wanted you all to himself, but without the limits of commitment. Meanwhile, you wanted ‘serious.’ You wanted commitment. James was scared because he was unfamiliar with it all.

So naturally, you had drifted apart, never again boarding on the seesaw of your ‘relationship’ with each other. The one that bordered on the line between friends and lovers.

And in a petty attempt to ‘get back at you’ and forget about you wholly, James strived to disconnect you from across all his social media accounts, erasing any and every semblance of a connection between the two of you.

Well, all except Facebook.

It’s a guilty pleasure for him, checking on your Facebook profile every now and then. And each time, it comes to his surprise that he’s still even able to view your profile freely, as you hadn’t made the move to unfriend him like he expected you to. He feels lucky that he’s still able to keep up with your life despite not having to be in it anymore. But then again, you had always been kind back then; it’s one of the many other reasons why he still loves you, really.

But oh, how he wishes he was still in it.

James would never admit it aloud to anyone that even after all this time, he’s still not over you. Yet, at the same time, he doesn’t want to be over you. You were the next best thing to something he didn’t even know he was looking for at the time. He had underestimated how much of an impact your presence had made on him, regardless of how brief it was.

He misses you, so to speak.

It’s a pretty shitty feeling, to miss someone he can’t really see anymore, nor talk to or reach out to.

On some days, it’s easy to bear. College keeps him busy, his friends keep him entertained, and he’s been going out on a few dates, too - trying to find someone better than you so he can finally subdue the lingering feelings in his heart, and end this endless cycle of longing and waiting and loving.

And most nights, he’s able to sleep peacefully with dreams of a distant fantasy where he’s managed to finally find someone new, someone better. Someone else who could give him what you took back.

But on the other days and nights, James faces the harsh truths that there was simply no one better than you, and that a part of him will always long for you back in his life, right where you belonged.

And so, as he scrolls through your Facebook profile, and sees glimpses into your life nowadays, he can’t help but miss you more than he already does, unknowingly and unforgivably. Of course, he’s highly aware that shamelessly stalking you every now and then was incredibly creepy of him, yet, he can’t help it. He’s silently relieved by the fact that there appears to be no sign of you in a relationship at the moment, almost selfishly thinking, maybe I have a chance.

But as always, he was late to realize it. And at the same time, you were no longer there to wait for him to.

But he knows it’s a far stretch, knows that whatever the both of you had with each other was a thing of the past now, nothing but a fleeting memory. And now that he’s a little older and wiser than he was when he met you, James has made a silent acceptance of the fact that he may never be with you again in the way he wants to.

He’s not afraid of ‘serious’ anymore, nor is he afraid of commitment, and he no longer blames it on his unfamiliarity either. Now, he wants it too.

And so, as James continues to pine after you even after all this time, he’s foolishly hoping that the two of you would cross paths again; get to know each other again, get to know him again now that he’s managed to grow into a better version of himself. He wishes that you’d met this version of him first, because maybe then, you would have stayed together.

But of course, as the harsh reality of things would have it, James is more than happy to just stay friends with you on Facebook. He’ll keep you close in his memories while silently hoping for a chance to try again. To try it all with you again.

Suddenly, he feels the desk shake from beneath him, a vibrating sensation that pulls him out of his thoughts of you. It comes from his phone, which now shows a wacky selfie of Sirius, indicating a call from him.

James stares at it for a few seconds, debating on whether he should answer his friend’s call despite the likely reason that it’s just another one of Sirius’ jests or drunk calls, or maybe even a butt dial. But he decided to welcome the distraction eventually, placing his headphones around his neck as he moved to grab the phone, pressing it to his ear.

“Hello—”

“OPEN THE BLOODY DOOR, YOU MORON! I’VE BEEN KNOCKING FOR THE PAST TEN MINUTES HERE!”

James nearly jolts out of his seat as he pulls the phone away from his ear by Sirius’ yelling. He has half a mind to yell back at him and explain that he was ‘in the middle of something,’ which led to his not noticing his friends’ knocking.

But he doesn’t find the energy to do it no matter how annoying Sirius was being. So, he sighs.

James hears the banging on his door now, and the yelling comes again from both outside his door, and the speakers on his phone. It forms an echo of Sirius’ voice demanding that he be let in, and it gives James a headache.

He calls out, “I’m coming!” in an annoyed voice, rushing to close the open tab of your Facebook profile on his laptop so he could finally open the door for his friend.

What James doesn’t notice though is that during the process of closing the tab, he’d managed to accidentally leave a like on one of your old posts. He never visits your profile again after letting Sirius come in and hang around his dorm for the remainder of the day. Thus, imagine his surprise the next day, as he opens the Facebook tab again, finding a message waiting for him, and from you.

hi james :) how are you doing?

And just like that, the inhibitions that had once held him back from indulging in his desires to try another chance with you are completely shed as James hastily typed out his response.

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surprise! it's an open ending ;) thanks for reading the whole thing <333 and as always, likes, replies, and reblogs are very much appreciated :] lmk what u thought abt this!!! <3

kiss and make-up | j.p. 💋

a/n: i know i said i was gonna take a break but… i just HAD to get this out of my system 🤭

summary: fluff!! james helps you do your makeup

James’ hand comes up to cup your cheek and you bristle, giggling as his fingertip tickles your nose.

“Babe, seriously. I can’t work if you don’t keep still,” he murmurs, bemusement lacing his words as he repositions your face.

You apologize and bite down on your lower lip to stop the smile from spreading across your cheeks. You decide that he deserves some credit for his efforts to doll you up; so you try your best to stay put.

The tip of the eyeliner feels tingly against your skin as James traces it onto your eyelid. You sneak a glance at him, eyebrows furrowed in concentration and tongue jutting out of his rosy lips. You’d give him a big fat kiss if it wouldn’t ruin the make-up he’s been diligently working on for the past hour.

“How’s it look?”

“Shush,” he mutters, tilting his head slightly as he adjusts the wing on your other eye, squinting in an attempt to do some detailing.

Marlene’s band was doing a gig at the biggest pub in town, so you were going down with Lily and Mary to watch her play. The boys were invited too; but were more interested, according to Sirius, in going actual clubbing than listening to some emo rock band.

But your boyfriend had really wanted to spend the night with you, and he claimed that it was not just because you looked really hot in your little dress. So he decided to make it up to you by doing your make-up.

James lets go of your face to lean back and admire his work, and that’s when you notice a dark smudge on his cheek. This time you can’t stop the laughter from bubbling out of you.

“What?” he asks, horrified when you clutch your stomach. His expression only worsens your giggling, an amused smile slowly creeping its way onto his face.

You shake your head, pressing one hand to your mouth to muffle your laughter as you tug him towards you with the other.

Grabbing a wet wipe from beside you, you gently thumb at the eyeliner on his cheek. “You’ve got it on your face, idiot.”

“Oh,” James mumbles, and your grin only widens when his cheeks redden. It’s your turn to grab his face, trying your best to rub the stubborn smudge away. His glasses slide down his nose unceremoniously. You suppress a smile as you push them back up.

You feel his eyes on you when you turn him this way and that, nails poking into his cheekbones. Then, slowly, a small smile makes its way onto his cheeks.

A soft sigh escapes his lips and you halt, locking eyes with him bemusedly. “What?”

“Nothing, you —“ he sighs again. gazing at you with a soppy smile on his face. “You look gorgeous, you know?” he mutters. “Like, you’re always pretty, but right now you’re extra pretty. I wish I could kiss you.”

Your heart stutters at his slushy mess of words, and you feel the overwhelming urge to leave your lipstick stains on him, every part of him you can reach.

A huff of laughter finds its way out of you, cheeks heating up embarrassingly. “I wanna kiss you too, hon. But this lipstick’s too cute.”

James pouts. “Cuter than me?”

“Oh, definitely,” you drawl, but you let him press his lips to yours anyway. He leaves the house later on with one black stain and six lip-shaped ones peppered all over his cheeks.

Hi, i wanted to request a james potter x reader thingy :))

So the idea is that james and reader broke up during hogwarts/directly after because they had the children talk, james really wants to be a father but reader is terrified of pregnancy so they break up. But over the years the reader keeps yearning for james and eventually they meet again when james and lily are together and have baby harry and its just really angsty 😭😭

Hope all of this makes sense i thought of this while listening to a song lyric

thank you for the request babe i love how your brain works <3 this is quite angsty so hopefully you like it! and now i’m curious to know what song 👀

also here’s some shameless promotion for @astonishment’s series with the same name, it’s deliciously tragic (☹️☹️☹️) and everyone should check it out!!

in another life | j.p.

“Calm down, babe,” Sirius mutters as you walk in step, looping his arm through yours.

You nibble on your bottom lip anxiously, sighing as you glance over at him. “It’s not that easy, Siri. I’m seeing him after what — four years? I can’t just calm down!”

He rolls his eyes, reaching towards you and thumbing at your lip to save it from your torment. “You’re seeing me after four years.”

You turn to Sirius, and he huffs out a laugh at your deadpan expression. “Well, you never asked me to marry you.”

Sirius wiggles his eyebrows, his lips curving up into a grin. “Marry me?”

“Fuck off, Black.”

James and Lily Potter were holding a meet-up of sorts, and had invited most people in your year at Hogwarts. You were hesitant to go, given your history with James, but Sirius insisted you tag along. You knew he, Remus, and Peter had stayed in touch with James. Rightfully, you ought to have too. But neither of you tried to; maybe you both knew it was better that way.

Sirius simpers, coming to a halt in front of the large black gates of the mansion. He reaches forward and begins to twist the lock, and you instinctively reach over and grab his hand to stop him. He turns to you, confusion twisting his features. “What are you — oh. Oh, sweetheart.”

He softens when he sees the expression on your face. You’re biting your cuticles, and the anxiety in your features is palpable. Sirius sighs and firmly pulls your hand away from your mouth, intertwining your fingers together. “It’s gonna be okay. Just be cordial with him. There’s no bad blood, right?”

“Right,” you mutter, albeit uncertainly.

“But, um…” he sighs, dropping your hand to rake his fingers through his hair. “There’s something I should’ve told you before. But I didn’t wanna freak you out.”

“What?”

The apprehension in your tone causes Sirius to wince. “James and Lily, they… they’ve got a baby.”

There’s a beat of loud silence as the fact sinks in, a mount of uncertainty and hurt settling in the pit of your stomach.

“Oh.”

You’re trying not to show it, but the heartbreak on your face is painfully obvious. Sirius pouts, moving to take your hand again. “Babe, I’m sorry. I should’ve –”

He doesn’t get the chance to finish his sentence, the gates swinging open to reveal a beaming James Potter.

“Pads,” he grins immediately, eyes locking on Sirius as he moves towards him and swoops him into a quick hug.

You take the moment to look James over. He looked exactly like you remembered — messy curls, toned biceps, that movie-star grin. Yet something felt different, in the way he pulled Sirius into a hug without all the raucous fervour he would’ve at 16, how he held him so gently at arm’s length while talking to him. He’d softened, you realised, from the responsibilities of fatherhood and being a husband.

They pull apart a moment later, and his gaze drifts to you. His smile loses a bit of its sunshine, not softening but not quite dimming either. “Y/n, hey.”

There’s a moment of hesitation as he looks at you, but then he seems to decide upon giving you a hug too.

“Hi,” you mutter as he shortens the distance between you, needling his arms under yours to press them to your back. You embrace him in return, and a sudden pang of hurt shoots through your heart at the familiarity of the action.

Perhaps he was remembering it too, from the way he tightened his grip. Both of you were heavy on physical touch, and it was undeniably the best part of your relationship back in Hogwarts — how he’d always have a hand wrapped around your waist, how you’d wake up to cuddles and hugs every morning. You didn’t exactly have anyone to hug anymore, living alone.

So you convince yourself that the reason you hold on to James for slightly longer than necessary was because you craved human touch, not because of… anything else.

Finally, James pulls away, his arms dropping to his sides as he gives you a small smile. You plaster one onto your face too, for his sake. “So,” he starts as he turns around, beginning to lead you and Sirius into the mansion, “how’ve you been, Y/n?”

You can feel Sirius’ gaze burning holes into the side of your head, but choose to ignore him. “I’ve been great, yeah. You?”

James nods. “That’s cool. Yeah, I’ve been good too. Things have been fun, but kind of busy; you know, with work and Lily and the baby…” He seems to realise what he’s said, and clears his throat awkwardly. Oh, of course. The baby.

Sirius is beside you in an instant, arching his eyebrows and nudging your elbow to respond.

“Oh, um… congrats on the baby, by the way.”

James turns around to face you as you walk, and you give him a grin to prove that you’re being genuine — to show him that it didn’t feel like there was a knife being twisted in your gut every time the word baby was brought up.

His eyes soften, and you know he can tell how you’re feeling. But he gives you a grateful smile, and says no more as the three of you come to a stop in front of the house.

“By the way,” James mutters as he pushes the door open, “you guys are like, an hour early. You’re the only ones here.”

You immediately turn around to glower at Sirius for subjecting you to more torture than necessary by bringing you early. But he all but smirks as he follows you in.

Your eyes coast around the mansion, taking it all in. It’s decorated in a minimalist aesthetic, white couches and brown rugs. It was pretty, that was for sure; but you couldn’t help but think how different it was from James’ place in the dorm — posters and stickers all over the walls, boisterously red curtains and LED lights. It used to be so full of life.

Honestly, you might’ve guessed an old couple lived here, if not for the small signs of their life as a family — the pacifier on the dining table, a cradle at the far end of the living room, and the heart-shaped photo frames lining the walls.

James watches you, a small smile playing on the edges of his lips. “You like it?”

He knows you wouldn’t like it, it’s everything you aren’t. Your dorm had been just like his; trying to fit as many vinyls and posters onto that small space next to your bed as possible. There would be fairy lights in every corner and succulents on the nightstand, a dreamcatcher which he’d gifted you hanging right above your bed. You were messy, as a person, and with your love too. You thought he was messy as well; but apparently he’d gotten his shit together already.

“Yeah, it’s simple. Pretty.”

“Honey —“ Lily bustles out the kitchen, a small gasp escaping her lips as she sees you and Sirius. She’s holding a ladle in one hand, and has her other arm wrapped around a baby perched on her waist.

You don’t register it when she kisses your cheek and hugs you, asks you how you’re doing and leads you to sit on the couch. Your gaze is locked on the baby, every second spent staring at him worsening the nauseous feeling at the back of your throat.

You must’ve asked for his name, because the word, “Harry,” registers in your head. This beautiful baby, with Lily’s deep green eyes and James’ luscious curls, was Harry.

Would you have named your baby Harry? Probably not, it was too generic. But it was too late now, to pick out names and choose a less boring aesthetic for a house together.

You had lost your chance back in seventh year, that night when you were laying on James’ bed, limbs tangled together as he raked his hands through your hair with all the love in the world. You’re gonna be my husband one day, you’d whispered, feeling so much affection for him you thought your heart would burst. Yeah, baby, he’d replied with a soft smile. We’re gonna live in a mansion, with our dogs and children and —

Children?

I don’t… I don’t want children. And that’s where it all started going downhill, that’s the moment James’ smile turned upside down and his hand dropped from your hair. It had turned into an argument, a screaming match — and eventually a reason to break up. James couldn't understand much you feared it, the pain of pregnancy and the exhaustion that came with motherhood. And some part of you knew that you weren’t blameless either — calling him awful things and accusing him of not loving you; though love was all he ever gave till the day you told him it was over.

The feeling of Sirius’ nails digging into your palm brings you back to the present, and you see him nodding absentmindedly as Lily rambles about how much trouble Harry’s been, and oh, she’s picked up a hobby of crocheting, and…

You flit your eyes to look at James sitting opposite you, gazing at you with his brows pinched in concern. Your emotions must’ve been obvious on your face, then. But he immediately looks away when Lily calls out to him, holding up Harry for him to carry.

You watch silently as James squeezes into the chair next to his wife, taking the small, lovely baby between his large, calloused hands. He smiles at Harry, looking at him though he was the most precious thing on earth. James’ fingers bunch Harry’s tiny shirt as he brings him close to his face, gently pressing a kiss to his forehead. Lily’s head lolls onto James’ shoulder as he shifts Harry into a comfortable lying position in his arms.

There you have it. The perfect family, with the gorgeous wife and the adorable baby and the man who could’ve been yours if you wanted.

It’s too much for you to take, and Sirius squeezes your hand as you start to shake. Harry coos, and you melt at how James’ face breaks into a sunny beam. He tilts his head to press a soft peck to his wife’s hair, and there’s so much love in that simple gesture that you feel like you could die.

You feel Sirius’ worried gaze on you, your hands trembling and your knee bobbing up and down. The taste of blood from how hard you’re nibbling on your lip is grounding; it brings you back to yourself, who you are, and not who you could’ve been.

“Hey,” he murmurs softly from beside you, but it doesn’t get lodged into your brain. The only thing you feel is your vision of the perfect family blurring, soft streams of regret rolling down your cheek. Sirius makes a small noise of pity from beside you, and James looks up instantly, eyes widening as they lock on you. Lily is fast asleep, baby Harry staring at you with his thumb stuck into his mouth.

“Y/n, you okay?” James asks gently, but you don’t reply, still looking at him with that distraught look on your face. You open your mouth, but you don’t seem to have the vocabulary to express the heartache you felt right that moment. It felt strangely like grief; like you were mourning for the version of yourself you never got to meet, for the version of James who didn’t have the chance to be yours.

James' mouth twists downwards in a frown as he stands up and steps closer towards you. It’s like an alarm is set off in your head, and you immediately jolt back to the present, sucking in a deep breath.

Your legs act of their own accord as you stand up, Sirius’s hand falling limp on the couch as he looks up at you in surprise. You gulp down the lump in your throat and fiercely brush the tears away, James coming to a halt in front of you. “Y/n, baby —“

“I’m not your baby.”

James slaps a hand to his mouth, eyes as wide as Harry’s now. “Fuck, no, it — it just came out. I didn’t mean to. Shit, you’re crying.”

“I’m okay,” you warble. James opens his mouth to retort but you don’t let him, knowing that the longer you spent here, the more the gaping hole in your chest would grow. You couldn’t bear it anymore, watching James with his wife and wishing it was you instead. The worst part was that it was all your fault, your stupidity and your rejection.

“I’m fine, really. I…I’m gonna go now, it was nice meeting you. Convey my love to Remus, Peter and the girls.” You pick up your bag, moving to the front door with a befuddled James tracking your movements.

“Y/n —“

“Bye, James,” you call out halfheartedly as you slip into your shoes. He comes to stand at the door, rocking Harry from side to side. He looks almost disappointed as you make to leave.

“I’m sorry.”

You look up, surprised. “It’s not your fault.”

James’ lips pursed together with guilt, seeming like he wants to say something as he opens and closes his mouth. He finally sighs, “It’s not your fault either.

It was startling, how he still knew just the right thing to say — he always had. The regret that had been clogging up your heart for years was drained out upon hearing that one sentence. James didn’t hold the utter failure of your relationship against you, and that was enough. If you couldn’t have his love, at least you had his forgiveness.

You give him a half smile and nod, turning around to leave. You’d go back to yours, more of a house than a home. But at least no one but yourself could hurt you there, there was no one to turn away and no hearts to break. No one to love.

“Hey.”

You spin back around to face the door, heart stopping upon seeing the moistness in his eyes. You hear the scratchiness in his throat as he sucks in a deep breath.

“James…”

“No, don’t — don’t say anything. I just wanted to tell you, um…” he defeatedly runs a hand through his hair and exhales shakily. “I hope we worked out, you know, in another life.”

That catches you off guard, your heart involuntarily squeezing in your chest. James looks almost embarrassed as he says it, but you see the vulnerability in his eyes. He was right — maybe there was some planet on which you were less of a coward, another world where he could put a ring on your finger. He’d been yours to lose in this life, perhaps he was yours to love in another.

You clear your throat, feeling nausea brimming in the pits of your gut. “Yeah, I… I hope so too.”

You spare yourself one last glance at him before turning towards the exit, praying he didn’t see the tears dribbling down your cheeks.

You squeeze your eyes shut and will yourself to trudge forward, before he can call out to you and break your heart all over again.

In a few long strides, you’re out the gates; out of James’ life again.

squealing this is so cute!! 😭😭 “it’s impossible not to smile when you’re around.” GAHHH i need to see james blush when i talk to him <33

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⟢ james potter x fem!reader

⟢ summary: modern restaurant au; james asks you to stay for some drinks after closing time . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ 2.0k

⟢ warnings/tags: drinking, energy drink bashing lmao?, aged down regulus black by a few years (who is only mentioned)

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note: just some fluff! i should probably start making some progress on their relationship tho yeah?

It's been a long day.

Things got rough about an hour into your shift when a kid decided to drench your shoes with condiments. But that was nothing a napkin, a deep breath, and a pep talk from James couldn't fix.

But by the fourth hour— after several soft drinks were spilled on you, multiple orders came out late, a woman complained about pricing for fifteen minutes straight, a dreadfully old man kept hitting on you well after he paid for his meal, and someone told you the "Am I serious? No, I'm not Sirius" joke for the third time today— you had reached your limit.

Not to mention, you hadn't slept well the night before. Thanks to your upstairs neighbor who is dog sitting a hyperactive chihuahua, you laid awake half the night wondering how such a tiny animal could make such loud noises.

Needless to say, you're utterly exhausted. So exhausted that you almost asked James for one of his energy drinks, but you weren’t quite desperate enough.

By the time the lock on the front door clicks into place and everyone files off to complete on their closing tasks, all you can think about is your bed. More precisely, you dream of sinking into it, cocooning in your softest blanket, with your favorite book and a steaming cup of tea waiting by your side.

You're terribly eager to go home and live out this fantasy. But—

"Do you want to stay after for some drinks?"

But how could you say no to James?

Just moments ago, you were sure nothing could stop you from hightailing it home, something you'd been counting down the seconds for. You hadn't anticipated James sliding into the space next to you as you were filling the last salt shaker.

But here he is, and daydreams of your bed suddenly escape you, already willing to delay your departure before he even begins trying to convince you.

"Everyone else has already agreed. And Sirius has so graciously volunteered to pour our drinks. It'll be fun."

You exhale, an attempt to expel the tension in your shoulders and the frustrations of the day, and you nod.

"Have him start a vodka red bull for me and I'll meet you at the bar."

James squints at you, skeptical. "You hate energy drinks," he remembers.

It is a very out-of-character drink for you. But as you're almost losing the fight to keep your eyes open and your yawns at bay, canned battery acid is a necessary evil.

"Not tonight," you quip playfully, gathering your salt shakers to be put away.

"What's wrong?" James is quick to worry, his brows furrowing as he begins to help with the salt shakers.

You chuckle, plucking the glassware from his hand as soon as he picks it up. "I'm fine, just tired. And I've got this. If you really want to help, you'd pass my drink order off to Sirius."

James' eyes remain narrowed, but he lets it go. He is well aware of the rough day that you've been having. After all, he was there at every conflict to be whatever you needed: someone to vent to, an extra set of hands, or your own personal motivational speaker (as he called it).

He's hoping that post-work drinks will help you wind down— the very reason he invited everyone to stay in the first place— since unwinding with friends always lifts his mood. Truthfully, he doesn't know if that's something that lifts yours, and he realizes it probably would've been a good idea to ask first. But you've agreed to stay, so he figures that getting the drink you requested is a good start.

He feels vindicated when you finally come to claim your drink with a cheery grin and many words of gratitude. Although, you do grimace at your first sip. James chooses not to comment on it, swallowing his snarky remarks.

"What'll it be for you, James?" you ask, noticing his lack of beverage.

He opens his mouth to respond, but before he can even enunciate his first syllable, you stop him.

"Wait! Lemme guess!" you say urgently, holding your hands out to stop him from speaking.

James' parted lips morph into an amused smile as you narrow your eyes, looking him up and down, analyzing him as you prepare to make your guess. He feels scrutinized, shifting nervously in his seat as your eyes trail over him.

"You know, I bet there's a secret side to you," you say, your tone carrying a more flirtatious edge than you probably intend, as your gaze finds his eyes again.

James tries really hard not to let his mind wander, but the tips of his ears turn a shade of red anyway as a nervous breath he disguises with a chuckle slips past his lips. You're none the wiser to the thoughts racing through his mind or the way his heart beats in his chest a little harder.

"I bet you have a refined side. I bet you drink something classy like an old fashioned or... or a neat whiskey."

Sirius, whose interest was piqued when he did notice the way James turned a little pink, has been slowly approaching with a cocktail shaker in hand. The metallic rattling of ice cubes is drowned out as he barks out a laugh at your guess.

James tries to ignore him. "First of all, I can't believe you don't think I'm classy upfront."

Sirius slides a tall glass of ice towards James, his head turning as he addresses you. "That 'classiness' your sensing is probably a byproduct of his upbringing. Jamie here comes from money, you know."

James looks aghast, for some reason, sputtering, "Wha–! So does Sirius!"

"I've cut all ties," Sirius says, shooting James a pointed look as he places his shaker next to the glass.

"What about your brother?" James bites back.

"Oh, yes," Sirius drawls. "I nearly forgot I'm having my teenage brother funnel funds into my account. How silly of me."

"All I'm hearing is that you both have secret classy sides," you interject, your tone playful as you swirl your drink with your straw.

Sirius grins at you, "Proud graduate of Harrington Academy, at your service. My favorite class was Etiquette and Personal Conduct."

Harrington Academy, the posh boys school nestled deep into the countryside. The name rings a bell; your school's rugby team always lost to theirs. You can't imagine Sirius— tattooed, tousled, puckish Sirius— lumped in with their polished, preppy lot.

"Are you for real?" you ask. And yes, you did strategically avoid using the word serious.

“No, got kicked out,” he reveals, and you don’t doubt it. “Guess I wasn’t classy enough. As for James, he’s as classy as they come,” he says as he pops the lid off the cocktail shaker and pours a vibrant red liquid into the glass. The beverage fizzes, and he pushes it closer to James, adding with a grin, “Only the most sophisticated drink for you, Mr. Potter.”

Your lips curl in amusement. "Is that a shirley temple?"

"A dirty shirley, mind you," James says with an air of sophistication, treating the syrupy beverage with reverence as he swirls the glass as if it contains a fine wine. "Oi, oi! Where are my cherries?" he blurts suddenly.

Sirius rolls his eyes as he plops three maraschino cherries into James' drink, knowing that he would complain if only given the standard one.

You and Sirius exchange a look as James smiles like a little kid in a candy shop and takes a gulp that must instantly stain his tongue red.

"I stand corrected. You are exactly as you seem," you say through airy laughter.

James leans closer to you, shooting you a sly smirk. "And how's that? Devilishly charming? Alluring?" he asks in a silky voice.

You swallow, giving yourself a second to maintain your composure. "I was going to say boyish and laughable," you reply calmly, a hint of bite in your tone.

James scoffs, but his lips curl up at the corners, a sign that he takes no offense, as he bumps his shoulder into yours. "I'll take that as youthful and witty."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," you say coolly.

"C’mon, you can't tell me you don't enjoy a good shirley temple!"

"I haven't had one since I was a child."

“What a terrible a shame,” he says, and the genuine sorrow in his voice makes you laugh.

"I think I'll live. You know, I should've known better than to guess and old fashioned after I've seen you not go a single shift without those terrible energy drinks."

James sputters, arms outstretching toward your drink, "What you–!? You're drinking one right now!"

"This is a matter of necessity, not enjoyment," you say, very matter-of-factly.

His tone shifts, taking on a more serious inflection. "That bad, huh?" he asks, and he isn't talking about the drink anymore.

You purse your lips, pushing ice cubes around with your straw as you think.

"It was just... one thing after another all day. And I'm so tired. The only thing that's kept me standing for the last few hours was the thought of my bed."

"I'm not keeping you, am I? If you want to go–"

"No! No, I want to be here. If I had gone home right away I probably would've let my frustration simmer until I fell asleep all tense and uncomfortable. But this... this makes me feel better."

“This?” he prompts you to elaborate, wondering if— perhaps hoping— your answer has to do with him. He figures it’s a fifty-fifty chance: it’s either him or the drink.

"I don't know," you chuckle nervously, feeling your cheeks heat up. "Being here... talking to you. Somehow, you just make things better. You don't even have to try and it's, like, impossible not to smile when you're around."

James' smile fades slowly as his expression shifts into one of awe. The playfulness in his eyes gives way to a rare moment of sincerity as his shoulders relax, and the usual confident tilt of his chin softens. He looks almost touched.

When your gaze meet his, your breath catches in your throat. The conversation is steering towards something vulnerable, and your heart skips a beat. Almost in a panic, you shift gears. "You give me something to laugh at. Like your ridiculous drink order."

James snaps back into his typical self as an infectious smile spreads across his face. "Make fun of me all you want. Whatever lets me see that smile of yours I missed so much today."

You can't help the way your lips tug up at the corners, which James wastes no opportunity to point out.

"See? Look at that, adorable. Oh, how deprived I've been!" he says with a dramatic flourish and a hand pressed to his forehead in mock woe.

As you open your mouth to respond, a peanut flies across the bar and lands on the counter between you two. Another comes shortly after, hitting James in the back of the head.

His hand flies to cradle his head as if he's been gravely wounded, a look of exaggerated offense plastered across his face as he cranes his neck to find the culprit.

"Oi!"

Another peanut hits James in the forehead and Sirius snickers from the other side of the bar. James closes his eyes and sighs in defeat.

"We've been trying to get your attention for ages," Marlene complains, holding a fistful of peanuts.

James makes a point to look at you and roll his eyes dramatically before swiveling around in his chair, granting Sirius and Marlene his attention.

You listen idly as James helps Sirius and Marlene settle an argument, chuckling under your breath at their antics, your own quips and remarks remaining behind a bitten tongue.

Sometimes, you still feel like you need to be invited into a conversation. Even though it’s been well over a month since you started here, there are moments when you still feel as new as you did during your first week. Everyone has known each other for ages, and you can't help but feel out of place still.

James is the exception. Anyone who sees you talk to him would think he’s your oldest friend.

You smile at the thought, beginning to zone out as feelings of appreciation for James swirl in your mind. Your grateful to have made a friend here, even if it’s just the one.

That’s when a peanut lands in your lap.

omg i love this! never knew i needed teacher!james till now🤭🤭

Teacher!James Potter x Fem!Reader 💌 1288 words

thank you to @moonpascal to beta reading for me!

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You hated running late to things.

It wasn’t your fault this time- Charlie’s sitter had been a few minutes late, and then he had thrown a tantrum about you going to *his* school without bringing *him* along. You tried explaining over and over that it was just a boring meeting for grown-ups- no fun, no snacks, and nothing he'd enjoy, but Charlie wasn't having it. Eventually, the sitter lured him away with the promise of cartoons, and you finally slipped out the door, already running five minutes behind. Cursing to yourself as you started your car, you did your best to avoid breaking any traffic laws as you hustled to the school. You made it there in record time, parking your car and running into the building. You weren’t sure what to expect from parent-teacher night, but Charlie has been talking about his teacher, Mr. Potter, non-stop since school started.

You were grateful for the signs as you navigated down the hall and into your son’s classroom. There was a small table outside the door with some empty name tag sticker sheets- one sticker was left, and Charlie’s name was written on it. You grabbed it and stuck it onto the front of your shirt, then nervously smoothed out your shorts, mentally slapping yourself for not putting on something a little nicer. You slipped through the cracked classroom door, trying to avoid drawing attention to yourself.

The other parents were seated at the tiny desks, chatting amongst themselves. At the front of the room, a tall, broad-shouldered man was laughing with a couple of parents. His dark curls were slightly messy, like he’d run his hands through them a few times too many. He wore a light blue shirt, the sleeves casually rolled up to his elbows in a way that showed off his surprisingly muscular arms, and was gesturing animatedly as he talked. He must be Charlie’s teacher.

“Ah! Mrs. Y/L/N, right?”

The moment you heard his voice, your heart skipped a beat. He was looking right at you, his smile wide and genuine. You weren’t expecting to be called out like this, especially not in front of a room full of people. He made his way over to you, his eyes lighting up as if he was greeting an old friend.

“You must be Charlie’s mom!” he said, his voice full of energy. “I’ve been hoping to meet you.”

For a second, you were thrown off by his friendliness. Most teachers you’d met were polite, sure, but there was something different about him. Something warmer.

“Yeah, that’s me,” you replied, chuckling awkwardly as you offer your hand. “And it’s just Ms, actually. No other parent.”

“Oh, sorry! James Potter,” he said, shaking your hand with a firm but friendly grip. His eyes lingered on yours for just a beat longer than you’d expected. “But you probably already know that from Charlie. I swear, the kids are better at introducing me than I am. They’ve got me pegged already, bad jokes and all.”

You laughed, feeling your shoulders relax a little. “Charlie hasn’t mentioned any bad jokes yet, so I think you’re safe.”

James grinned, flashing a playful look. “Good to know. I’ve got a reputation to protect, after all.” His tone was light and teasing, but there was an easy confidence in the way he talked. “I hope he’s told you at least one good thing about me. I’ve been trying to bribe them with extra recess, so my odds should be good.”

“He’s been pretty complimentary, actually. I don’t think you need the extra recess,” you said with a small smile, putting your hands in your pockets. His eyes followed your movements slightly, but they focused back on your face quickly.

“That’s a relief,” James said softly, smiling at you like you were sharing a secret. “Though, knowing Charlie, I’m sure he’s a tough critic. He’s one of those kids who doesn’t miss a thing.”

“That sounds about right,” you replied, smiling. “He knows me better than I know myself. And he’s always asking questions.”

James grinned. “Same here. He’s a curious one—loves to figure out how everything works. I love that about him. Honestly, kids like Charlie make teaching fun. It keeps me on my toes.” You smiled as he continued. “But listen, if he ever asks me to explain quantum physics, I’m sending him right back to you. That one’s above my pay grade.”

You giggled, shaking your head. “Don’t worry, I’m not even sure I could handle that one.”

“Good to know we’re on the same page.” He winked, and there was something about the way he did it that caught you off guard—like he’s flirting, but in a way that feels easy and unforced. “How are you holding up? I know kindergarten can be a big adjustment for parents, too,” James said suddenly.

You blinked, surprised by the question. You weren’t prepared for him to be asking about your wellbeing too. “I’m managing,” you said with a small smile. “Work’s been busy, so…”

“Tell me about it,” James interrupted seriously, feigning a winded look. “I swear, I’m late to my own classroom half the time. You should see me in the mornings—I’m running around like a headless chicken just trying to beat the bell.”

You laughed again, feeling more comfortable. “Really? I’d peg you as a guy who has it all put together.”

“Ha! If only,” he said, shaking his head with mock exasperation. “Trust me, it’s all smoke and mirrors. But hey, as long as I’ve had my coffee, I’m halfway there.”

The way he talked—so easy and natural—made you forget you were in a room full of other parents, some of whom were probably annoyed by your ongoing conversation. He wasn’t just making small talk; he was making you feel like you belonged there, like you weren’t just Charlie’s mother, but someone worth knowing.

“I get it,” you said with a sympathetic smile. “It’s hard enough being a single mother. I can’t imagine being in charge of that many five year olds, even if it’s only for part of the day.”

“Well, it sounds like you’re doing an amazing job,” James said, his voice softening, and suddenly, you realized how closely he was looking at you. You felt yourself blush as he said, “Charlie’s a special kid, and that’s all you.”

You weren’t used to compliments like that. Especially not from someone who was looking at you the way James was at that moment. “Thanks,” you managed, your voice a little quieter than before. “That means a lot.”

“Of course. And, hey, if you ever need an extra hand—or someone to vent to about the chaos of kindergarten life—you know where to find me,” James said with a lopsided smile. His tone was light, but there was something in his eyes that lingers, something that made you feel like he was genuinely offering more than just a teacher’s support.

You felt a flicker of something unfamiliar—something you hadn’t felt in a long time. Was he… interested? Or were you reading too much into this?

Before you could dwell on it, James clapped his hands together and turned to address the rest of the room. “Alright, folks! Let’s get this show on the road. I promise to keep it short, but if you’ve got any good stories to share, I’m all ears. I’m a sucker for a good tangent.”

The parents chuckled, and you found a seat, still feeling the warmth from your conversation with him. James was everything you had hoped he would be—open, friendly, funny. And the way he looked at you…you couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, something in your life is about to change.

eeee im blushing i love teacher!james and teacher!reader 🤭🤭🫶

Blossom Elementary

wc: 2.1k

tw: none! kids?

pairing: james x reader

teaching au!

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Your summer had flown by. Last year you had applied to the new job offering they had at an elementary school. You had finally gotten all your credentials for teaching and were now able to get a job as a teacher. So you applied to as many elementary schools as you could. But your dream school to teach at was Blossom Elementary. Blossom Elementary was among the nicests elementary schools, they had a special program in their school. And while it was a well known school it wasn’t like the private charters that parents fought tooth and nail to get their kids in. But it was one that would definitely be looked at in a high honour. So naturally when you got the news that you had gotten the job you were ecstatic. The following weeks were getting the curriculum, classroom, and knowing your way around the school. As the summer progressed you worked endlessly on class plans, activities and other tasks that needed to be done before school started in the fall. Throughout your planning you saw that there was another teacher that would combine your classes together. This was new but definitely not unwelcome to you. Looking into the other teacher you managed to meet her while setting up your classroom. Her name was Mary.

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Quickly you both began talking and became good friends. Naturally your class plans had included each other so your kids would be combined and have more time to coexist with other people. That was two months ago. Now you are standing in front of the door to your classroom, hands shaking. This was your first day. You felt your hands go numb. It wasn’t a bad feeling but certainly uncomfortable. Trying to remain calm you focused on making sure everyone’s name tags were laid out and that everyone had a seat. There were final touches and you continued to glance at everything that needed to be fixed.

In the midst of doing this your friend and coworker Mary walked in.

“Hey Y/n?” You glanced up from the calendar you were looking at and looked at him.

“Yeah?”

“Any chance that you had a chance to look at the buddy system?” Your eyes widen. You knew you forgot something. You had been so nervous for today that you had glanced over that part of your lesson plan. You see, Mary had given you a copy of how his lesson plans are made up and how they are structured for the class when they meet with their buddies. Blossom Elementary had a tendency to pair the older students with the younger students and gave them a buddy to work with. It wasn’t that you hadn’t made the lesson plan. You did, you just didn’t know who’s class you’d be going to.

“I’m taking your silence as a no. It’s okay, that’s why I’m your partner.”She smiles and walks towards you with an envelope.

“Right, What would I ever do without you?” She laughs and looks at you slightly

“Y’know you got paired up with a good one.” She comments as she places the envelope on the chair beside you. You scrunch your brow at her comment.

“Whaddya mean?” You ask rising up from your previously crouched place.

“Your buddy class. It’s with the first graders; they're so sweet. The teacher you have is okay. I love mine though! I’m thoroughly glad I don’t have him anymore!” She cheered as you opened the envelope looking at your list. You were paired with a James Potter. If Mary’s words were anything to go off you would assume he’s a nice guy, maybe a tad energetic but nice.

“Don’t worry love he’s nice! He’s just a lot of energy to deal with! Anyway I’ll see you at recess!” She left with a wave and a smile goodbye as she walked to her class across the hall. You sucked in a deep breath as you glanced over your room. This was it, your dream came true.

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Kids began to filter into your room, a lot of them were timid and trying to find their seats and not wanting to play outside. The ones who sat in their seats opted to keep to themselves and thoroughly studied the paper that sat in front of them. You walked around the room greeting parents and children who entered your room. Everyone looked nervous to be there and you felt the same way. More students and parents began to filter in and the students found their seats. After thirty minutes it was time to begin your school year. The nerves were starting to make your skin tingle. But you kept calm as best you could, you smiled at the kids and gently closed the door enclosing you and the thirty kids in your room.

“Good morning everyone! My name is Ms. L/n and I’m your guys’ fifth grade teacher!” A few of the students muttered out a good morning while others said hello and the rest remained silent. As you reached the front of the class you scanned the way most of the eyes that met you looked. Nearly all of the kids looked exhausted. You didn’t really have anything that you needed to teach the kids today. So why not ease them into school? It’s their last year after all!

“I know you guys must be really tired and not at all excited for school huh?” You question as you sat on your desk and began logging into your computer. All of the students agreed to your comment.

“What if we watch a movie together while you guys fill out get to know me pages?” The kids cheer at your suggestion and you began looking for a appropriate movie to play. After some time you finally found a good movie to play, Minions. And much to the kids delight they enjoyed your choice. Happily and cheerfully they began to work on their worksheet filling out the various questions about themselves. Within thirty minutes they had all finished their work. You had seen that they were done and paused the movie.

“Okay raise your hand if you finished the worksheet?” Everyone’s hands flew up.

“Wonderful! Now we’re going to go around in the groups and you’re going to introduce yourself to me ok! And to make it a little less intimidating you can introduce yourself as a minion first.” Most of the kids laughed and they began sitting up waiting for you to pick on a group to start.

“Um okay, how about group four?” All the kids frantically looked at their tables fearing the worst. The other seven tables let out a small sigh as the one in the furthest corner fell silent. A small boy with curly brown hair cleared his throat as he prepared to answer. He stood up and began introducing himself,

“Bello! Kevin!” The class erupted in laughter and it took a moment to quiet down enough for the boy to continue,

“Hi! My name is Haiden, I’m nine years old, I play football and I have a little sister who is in first grade!” He smiled and sat down as most kids said hi to him and clapped as he sat down. The next person who spoke

was a girl who had blonde hair that was put into plaited braids.

“Um, my favourite character isn’t a minion but it’s Dr. Nefario.” A few gasps and giggles were heard. “My name is Aria, I’m nine, I have two dogs and I do gymnastics.” Aria sat down quickly. The other two kids from their group introduce themselves, their names being Jillian and Keith. You called upon another group and began learning more about the kids. You had come to find that most of these children played a sport of some sort. You were down to your last table. Table six.

“Alright dear and who’s your favourite?” You asked a girl who had gorgeous red curls.

“My favourite is Margo!”

“My name is Margaret, I’m ten! I have a cat and I play football. I have a little sister who is also in first grade. And my aunt who teaches here!” She smiled and sat back down. The boy next to her had black hair and he stood up quickly.

“Hi, my favourite is King Bob.”

“My name is Julian. I’m ten, I like to run. I play basketball and I have an older brother.” He sat down and the last two kids looked at each other hoping the other would speak up first.

“I like Ron.” The boy who had sandy hair spoke.

“My name is also Ron, I’m nine. I like to draw, and I play rugby.” He added as he sat down next to the timid looking girl. She had brown hair and a pair of pink circle glasses. She slowly rose from her desk and spoke,

“M’favourite is Agnes.”

“And my name is Eloise, I have two little brothers. I own a cat and I do ballet.” She sat down and looked straight at her hands. The class clapped for her and you smiled looking at your clock hung above the wall. It wasn’t quite time for their recess and you needed to ask Mary a question. So you opted to continue to have them watch Minions. They quietly watched the film as you poked your head into the class next door.

“Ms. Macdonald?”Mary looked up and smiled at you as she placed her pen down as she stood and walked towards you.

“Is everything alright Ms. L/n?” She asked in a hushed tone. You nod and smile at her concern.

“Yes! I just wanted to ask you a question, when do we meet with our little buddies? Like is there a special thing for that or is it when either party is available?” Mary laughed softly as she glanced at her watch.

“I laugh because I was supposed to take the kids to meet their littles! So why doesn’t your class come along? I’ll ring Potter and tell him his big buddies are coming.” You smile and go to tell your kids about the plan.

“Okay everyone! So all of you have been going to Blossom for more than this year right?” You make sure to see everyone nodding their head in agreement. Thankfully everyone had been attending Blossom prior to this year which made explaining where you were taking them much easier.

“Great! So you all know how we have little buddies? Well we’re going to go meet them!” They mostly cheered and began cleaning their desk and quickly lining up. Once they all resemble a line you open your door to see Mary and her class parallel to your door.

“Class this is Ms. Macdonald please say hi.” They all said their hello to Mary and her kids.

“Hi guys! My kids say hi to Ms. L/n! She’s the other grade five teacher!” Her kids all greet you and you smile giving them a smile and wave. Once the greetings were made you and Mary made your ways to the front of the line.

“So did James take it well that we’re coming?” You whisper to Mary. She giggled as you all turn a corner.

“I think he took it better than well. He nearly teleported himself to our pod.” You let out a small laugh. Mary smiled at you and bumped you gently.

“I told you that you had nothing to worry about.” You nod and take another turn with her noticing that you had seemingly arrived at where you needed to be.

“This is your class, mine is right down the hall! We have about forty minutes before we need to head back so the littles can have lunch.” You nod and wave at her as she leads her kids to the class down the hall. You look at your line of kids and knock on the door. You weren’t sure what you were expecting. You waited a few seconds and the door opened. The door revealed a tall man. He was gorgeous. He had beautiful eyes and curly brown hair and he had circled glasses that fit him gorgeously. Sucking in a sharp breath you continue to stare at him.

“Hi! I’m Mr. Potter! You must be my big buddies!” He cheered as he slightly ushered in your kids. You blink and move out the way to have your kids enter his room.

“Um yes! I’m your- I’m Ms. L/n!” You smile as you enter the room with James as your heart rate rises. He was gorgeous, how were you supposed to come and co-teach with him without feeling like a schoolgirl each time? Dear God what did you get yourself into?

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False God

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tw- fight between James and reader

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The infamous James Potter, everyone who knew him loved him. And all the girls who saw him fawned over him. There was just no way that anyone saw him and wouldn’t be slightly enamoured by him. He was a gorgeous boy and was a beautiful sight to see. Naturally, his dating life was on public records. James didn’t have a problem with it. He loved to be able to love publicly and loudly. He never cared that people would look at his girl, he never saw it as a problem. Until it came to you. When it came to you it was as if a switch had been flipped in James’ head. Suddenly he didn’t want anyone to see you. He wanted you all to himself. He wanted to adore you, no, no it was worse he wanted to worship you.

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You had been idly following the words of the textbook that explained the difference between the usage of aconite and asphodel. Focusing on the list you hadn’t acknowledged that James had sat directly in front of you. It wasn’t until he cleared his throat that you’d become aware of his presence. At least make him aware that you knew of his presence. If you were being honest you knew he was there when he entered the library. But you’d never tell him that. Not out here at least.

“Oh, hi James.” You murmur as you continue writing the differences and why you needed to use aconite instead of asphodel for certain potions and why they aren’t substitutes.

”Hi, Y/n what are you studying?” He peered over to see if he could see your notes and when he saw he couldn’t he just opted for asking you about it.

“Potions.” You answer. He didn’t like your answer, he didn’t like that you were so closed off with him in public, he just wanted to be with you but he knew better. He knew that your brother would kill the both of you.

“Can I help?” He really hoped that you would say yes, he just wanted you to say yes. He wanted to stay and be able to be around you under the guises that he was helping you. You were also aware of this and you couldn’t lie, you wanted him to stay too. So you nod and let him stay, you let him help. After all it is James ‘potion master’ Potter. He beamed at you and moved to sit next to you still in the guise that he was only helping you.

“Okay, so you’re looking at the aconite and asphodel? So, the aconite means,”he scans the library and once he asserts that there is no one here that knows your brother he turns his attention back to you and leans in to peck your lips. “that I missed you.” He says after the peck. You squirm and squeal out a James! In a serious tone. He sits there and gives you a smug smirk. You shove him in a slight teasing way and proceed to try and study.

”James, please just help.” He rolls his eyes and nods with you and proceeds to actually help and explains the difference.

“Aconite, what do you know about it?” You smile at his question. Considering your brother was considerably smart, he had taught you about this not to mention the countless summers you had spent talking to Mr. Potter, you had learned about aconite and its magical properties. It wasn’t that you were bad at potions far from it, you just wanted an excuse to study with James.

“It’s a magical plant that is also known as monkshood or wolfsbane. It is only found in wild places and its flowers are used for potion making but its leaves are incredibly toxic. It’s most commonly used and known for the ingredient in the Wolfsbane potion.” James smiled at you and how you answered correctly. He knew that you didn’t need the help but he also knew that the two of you knew why you both pretended that you needed this help. As if your thinking had summoned him, within seconds your brother walked in and sat in front of you and James.

“Prongs.” He nods and looks at you with a smile, “Hey care bear.” You pout at the fact that he continued to call you that. It was one, one time that you said you wanted to be a care bear as a kid and he ran with it.

“Hi, Rem.” He smiles at you as he begins taking out the items that he needed for his own studying. He took out his History of Magic and began writing his notes. Wordlessly you glance at James looking back at your notes.

“And, asphodel? What were the differences I can’t remember.” Remus glanced up when you first mentioned asphodel, he much like you and James knew that you were skilled with potions so he was at first confused. But once you said that you didn’t remember he assumed it was because you no longer had been practicing with Mr. Potter.

“Uh, asphodel is used as a mix in with wormwood, and is only the powdered root.” He said he knew that you knew all of this. He especially knew that you knew what asphodel was used for because you often made the Draught of Living Death to help you fall asleep and so he proceeded to ask you the same thing just with a different format.

“If I were to add powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood what would I get?” You didn’t need to think of the answer you knew, you knew that you would get Draught of the Living Death. You had known that since that was what Fleamont taught you when you were twelve. He had shown you how to make it. But you had to pretend that you didn’t know what you were talking about.

“Um, you’d get the Draught of the Living Death.” You spoke with a certain uncertainty that it made it believable that you were unsure. Remus once more looked at you confused but brushed it off because he didn't want to assume anything. He believed that your newfound confusion was the cause of over studying a new subject. You were a year below him and it wasn’t uncommon for the students in your year to overwork themselves. So, he assumed that was the reason for your new confusion and recent memory loss. He knew that he often had the same happen if you were also overwhelmed with course work.

“Yes. Now I’m sorry my darling Lupins but I have to go to practice. I'll see you around!” James waved and left without saying anything else. It was odd enough to have him ‘teach’ you potions but it was even worse wanting to kiss you with your brother there. So he chose to leave and head to practice early. It wasn’t like it would make much of a difference.

“Why is James tutoring you?” Remus asked. You hummed as you continue to write more potions and their key ingredients.

“Because he offered.” You shrug continuing your studying, Remus made a noise of disagreement and shook his head before looking at you.

”No, why is he tutoring you for potions? You were really good at it last year. What happened?” Remus questioned. You knew that he didn’t buy the fact that he had simply just offered. But you also knew that he would believe to a certain extent.

“What happened is that I don’t want to fall behind so if I have James tutoring me it helps me continue to be the best at potions. Is that wrong?” You challenge. Remus tilts his head from side to side ruling out that no, it wasn’t the worst idea. It actually made sense to him, since he did the same. He would continue to study the subject he wanted to stay on top of even if he was good at the subject he would study it some more.

“I see, sorry for pressing. But I have to go. I promised Sirius I would watch his practice. Best of luck, care bear.” Remus got up and pressed a kiss to your head. He walked away and you sat staring at your notes, feeling guilty for lying to your brother and even worse that you couldn’t go watch James. You felt terribly guilty for all of it but you might just get away with it.

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It was about two hours that you had last seen James and you were just itching to go and see him. You wanted to tell him that you finished studying and got everything right in your practice test. You just wanted to tell him everything and wanted to share about what happened. It was exciting to you to be able to share this with him, he was your boyfriend after all. You waited in the Room of Requirement and couldn’t wait to see him, you and James knew that this was the only way that you could be with one another without it showing on the map. Despite James’ knowledge of the room so you both knew it was a safe bet in order to be together here. You laid on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. The room was warm and held a chair, blankets and pillows. You had brought muffins and some food that you managed to swipe away during dinner. And you were anxiously waiting for James. He told you he’d be there once dinner was over and he talked to the boys about a new prank. So there you sat waiting for the moment you’d see your boyfriend walk in.

“Baby?” James’ voice rang in the room and you shot up. You were so excited to see him that it showed in the way you sprang up from your bed. You couldn’t wait to hold him. It felt like heaven when he touched you, and when he didn’t it felt like hell. You ran to him as he opened his arms welcoming you into his embrace.

“Hi Jamie.” You say before pressing your lips to his. His lips move ceremoniously with yours. It felt amazing and initiated a buzzing feeling all over your skin. It felt heavenly, you didn’t want to do anything else but be here with him. This is what you wanted. This is what you wanted to do for the rest of time was just be with James. In his hold you pull away just enough to be able to say something to each other and you couldn’t wait.

“Baby how was the rest of your day? Did you finish your studying baby?” James asked slightly, heaving as he walked you to the bed in the center of the room. The two you laid down smiling at one another in each other's embrace. It felt nice being able to hold one another and be comfortable comforting one another. Even if it wasn’t a bad day it was just so nice to be there with him. You’d give anything to be there with him.

“It was really good, but good god did I miss you, and I did finish studying but it wasn’t the same without your kisses. I missed you so much Jamie.” James pecked your nose and smiled as he pulled away. You smile back at him and couldn’t wait to spend the summer with him. James couldn’t either. But he wanted to ask you something and was slightly concerned about how you’d answer. But James really wanted to know what you would say so he was ready to ask you, hopefully it was what you wanted as well.

“Baby?” The nerves in his tone made you worried. James was worried that you would say no or that you’d get mad at him so he nearly wanted to retract the name entirely.

“Yes?” You respond in a soft tone. You didn’t know what was wrong and you wanted to talk in a softer tone in case something was wrong, you didn’t want to add to the stress.

“Are you ready to tell everyone about us?” Your blood ran cold, you didn’t think this is what he was going to ask you. Out of all the things that you would have assumed that he would ask you this was one of those that you wouldn’t even begin to think about him asking you. So you laid there stunned. You knew what he meant but you also knew why you couldn’t bring this relationship out to the public.

“James.”

“Y/n please, I just want to be able to love you, I want to show everyone that you’re mine and how much I love you.” James had agreed to be in this secret relationship with you. He wanted to be with you and you wanted to be with him. But there were terms and conditions to your relationship. This relationship was forced to be undercover because of Remus. Remus was your brother, dad and your mother all in one. When your parents died Remus made sure to watch over you and take care of you. So he often was overbearing and often made you feel like you were too young to make your own decisions so this is why you told James that you’d have to keep this relationship between the two of you. And while it killed you it also was nice to know that no one knew. It never occurred how much James was suffering though.

“James, you know we can’t.” James had been fed up with this, you both had talked about his and understood that this was the only safe way to approach this relationship. That if you were involved with one another it was better to keep it a secret rather than blast it to the rest of the students here. But his practice had been a tough one, he had been hit one by one of the girls who was watching and he wanted nothing more than to just be able to tell her that he had a girlfriend. But he couldn’t so he was excited to see you and be able to be with you in public and show that he cared about you to others.

“Can’t or won't?” Your face contorted into one of perplexity. How could James think that you wouldn’t want a relationship with him? That is all you wanted for three years now, to be his. He knew that, why did he think that you wouldn’t want that? Anger began to build inside you and you now sat up looking at him angry at how he chose to regard your relationship.

“Can’t James you know that. You know that if we were to go out in public Remus would go absolutely mental! James, why are you even pressing this? You knew that you wouldn’t want to push this? Hm, why on earth would you even bring it up?” Anger began to seep into your voice and James began to feel the same sense of hurt and anger that you had, why couldn’t you just understand that he just wanted to be able to love you in the way that you deserved and in a way that you were supposed to be. He just wanted to show everyone else that he worshiped you. Why couldn’t you understand?

“Y/n why can’t we just try? Please.” James pleaded and you shook your head. It hurt to fight with him it really did but you weren’t ready and you knew that you couldn’t not while Remus was still in school. Not when he still had that control. James also knew that but he wasn’t being rational. He was speaking off of pure emotion, so there was no rationality when he was talking to you.

“You know why we can't. I have to go.” Getting up you quickly left the room and had tears flowing out of your tears. You went straight to your room nothing really stopping or prompting you otherwise. Everything felt like it was going to crap because of that fight. You didn’t want to feel like this. You wanted to love him the same way that he loved you

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It was hell having fought with James. The nice heavenly moment seemed to be short lived as you now stood anxiously at the front of your dorm. You didn’t want to enter it, you didn’t want to show your dorm mates that you had been crying. And much less did you want to tell them why. So you stood outside the dorm and you had probably stood there for a good ten minutes. One of the girls from a few years below you walked by.

“Y/n?” She asked, looking at you. Concern evident, she didn’t know why you were outside of your dorm.

“Oh hi! Sorry I must’ve zoned out. I’m fine honey, go ahead and make it to your dorm!” You watch as she gives you a small smile as you take in a breath and walk into your dorm. Thankfully none of your dorm mates were in your dorm. They must’ve been around the castle. So, then you threw yourself onto your bed. You moved your pillow and searched for the teddy bear that you had. It was a light brown bear with a soft embroidered nose, it smelled like chocolate and you clung to it tightly. Tears flowed freely as you cried into your bear. It hurt you to lie to Remus and it hurt you to have to deny James. Clinging to your bear you continue to cry. You must’ve fallen asleep while crying because you awoke to a knocking noise at your door. Confusion filled your body and you got up disoriented from having been disturbed from your sleep. Your eyes hurt and so did your body. Everything felt like a chore. You weren’t sure how long you had been asleep, your dorm mates weren’t here and there was a soft grey outside leading you to believe that it was already afternoon. You reached the door and opened it. There stood James, his head was hung low and eyes were tinted red. He had been crying. The guilt returned and your stomach felt sick. Your heart was racing and you couldn’t believe that you had hurt him, much less have caused this much hurt in both of your lives.

“I’m sorry, my love I am so so sorry. I know we can’t afford to come out to everyone and I know that you didn’t want to go public, I’m sorry I pushed and I’m sorry I implied that you didn’t want to I just wanted to show everyone how you deserve to be worshiped. Baby please forgive me.” He dropped to his knees and stared up at you, tears brimming in his water line. His beautiful eyes stared up at you welling with tears. Your heart shattered at the sight. You bent down and got to your knees and gently cupped his face in your hands. James looked at you with the saddest eyes ever with a pout and you gave him a smile that had tears streaming down your face.

“James I’m so sorry I didn’t even bother considering how you were feeling. I didn’t even think to actually communicate how we were feeling about this. James I feel like the biggest jerk because of this. James I am so sorry. James please know that I love you and always have loved you. I will never stop loving you. James, you are my everything. I love you so much you don’t understand. I am so sorry for hurting you James. Forgive me?” James looked at you like you just gave him the sun and the moon. You were his everything, so it wasn’t odd for you to think of him as such. So you were initially confused by his look. But it was quickly forgotten when he placed a kiss on your lips. The kiss was teary and soft. Almost like he was scared to put any more stress or pressure on you. But you melted into the kiss, kissing him back with the same tenderness that he had with you. You pull away slowly looking at his sad eyes.

“Of course I forgive you, do you forgive me?” The softness in his voice hurts your heart.

“Jamie I will always forgive you, fighting with you is a hell I don’t ever want to experience.” James relaxed at your words and moved to hug you. You didn’t move for a while just staying in each other's embrace as you both were aware that despite how hard it was, you were there for one another. Finally you both got up and looked at one another.

“I love you.” He said to you as he grabbed your hand and pulled you into himself. He held you lightly but firm. You returned it and gave him a tight squeeze. He wanted to stay in that moment forever. This was your heaven, and as much as it was yours it was also his.

“I love you more.” James chuckles and shakes his head knowing that neither one of you could actually win this argument and that was more than okay with him. As long as you both knew that you were loved. You both walked into your dorm and laid together. Neither one of you cares about the chance of people seeing. Right now you both needed to know that you were there for each other. It didn’t matter that people could see or that Remus would find out, what mattered is that he was there and you were here. So you both sat there and just stayed in each other's embrace before you both agreed to go to the black lake to spend more time alone.

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One week was left before James was set to graduate and he was beyond excited. He had gotten a job to work as an auror right after graduation and he couldn’t wait to start that chapter. But the dreadful feeling of having to leave you here was beginning to wear him down. He wanted to tell Remus, he really did. But he couldn't, he wouldn't do that to you. He obviously couldn’t tell Sirius, because that was just a safety hazard of telling him who would most definitely tell his boyfriend. So here he stood with Peter next to him. He had to tell him. He was his best friend after all. Which is how Peter was now following James confused as to why he pulled him away from the others. Truthfully it wasn’t uncommon for James and Peter to hang out while Remus and Sirius were together but James didn’t give any insight as to where they were going. But Peter would follow and just assume James had something important to tell him.

“James where the fuck are you taking me?” James turned around, eyes sparkling and bouncing excitedly.

“Here! Okay are you ready to know my biggest secret?” Peter quirked a brow and then spoke,

“What? That you're a stag?” James rolled his eyes and gave a fake laugh to the blonde.

“Haha Pete, so funny. No, it's serious!” Peter straightened and then provided another smirk.

“Oh, so you brought me here to tell me you’re with Y/n?” James' eyes widened. He didn’t think Peter knew. But if Peter knew that means,

“Remus doesn’t know! Nor does Sirius, I only know because you became different and I may have seen where you two were once or twice.” James visibly calms down at Peter debunking his fears. Peter just stared at James with a small smile. Peter of course knew your relationship was a secret which is why he didn’t tell anyone when he’d figured it out. Remus assumed he’d found a girl, Sirius did too but neither of them realised it had been you. And thank your lucky stars for that. If they’d find out you were with James, it would be as if your parents were resurrected and telling you how terrible it was. So Peter kept his mouth shut and silently cheered your relationship. He was excited that James had finally confessed it meant that he felt comfortable with you, so it was great to finally be able to support you guys. Even if it was only you three who knew.

“Great, thank you Petey.” James smiled and pulled his friend in for a hug. Peter returned it and hugged him tightly ensuring that he was equally as happy. The pair walked back to the castle and

began to walk to their common room when they ran into you. James smiled and immediately pulled you into a hug. You didn’t bother to think that Peter was there. You reacted like always, you hugged him back. James pulls closer to your ear and murmurs,

“He knows.” A gasp leaves your lips at the confession.You hadn’t expected to have anyone know you were dating James until next year. But you look at Peter and he gives you the biggest smile paired with two thumbs up. He was so excited to be able to support you two that you weren’t worried about Remus or Sirius finding out.

“Surprise.” You giggle from James’ grasp. The three of you were too wrapped up in the sweet moment that none of you had become aware of Remus’ or Sirius’ presence, until they let out a shriek.

“Get away from her!”

“That’s my sister!”

“You bastard.”

“Pete you knew!? The betrayal!”

In a matter of moments your head whipped behind you finding Remus and Sirius beelining to you. They had all but ran to you two and stopped just two steps away from you two. Nobody said anything for a solid two minutes. Until Remus spoke up. His voice was uncomfortably calm.

“How long?” You and Peter exchange an awkward glance and James squeezed your hand in comfort. Peter shuffled to the side trying to separate himself from you.

“A year and a half.” Remus glares at James and Sirius’ eyes widen and lock on you. You had gotten away with this for a year and a half. You had gotten away with everything saying you’d die for him, saying how much you loved him. Everything you’d say was strictly for him. So in that year and a half, you had grown to be completely comfortable in the relationship that was your own.

“A year and a half! You lied to my face for a year and half?” Sirius looked at Remus and he felt bad. He felt bad because he knew what it was like, for you and James. He and Remus had hid their relationship for two years. So he understood what it felt like to have to hide because you felt like people wouldn’t accept, and he knew that Remus understood. He knew that.

“Remus.” Sirius spoke in a tone that didn’t require any sort of explanation Remus knew what Sirius was saying. And the initial response he had about you and James lying to him was calmed. He understood, he understood your hesitation and understood why you didn’t want to speak up about it.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry care bear. James Jm glad that you and Y/n are happy. And I’m sorry if I made you two feel like you couldn’t tell me.” He said then turned his attention to James,

“If you hurt her in any way I promise you I will personally come after you.” James nodded and you decided to share.

“Rem? In the past year and a half James has done nothing but show me how incredibly amazing it is to be moved and how amazing it is to be loved and worshiped by him. He hasn’t ever made me feel as if I wasn’t important. James showed me what it is to be loved. Remus I promise I’m in a good place with him.” Remus’ eyes springed with tears. He couldn’t believe that his baby sister was growing up. But what gave him peace of mind was that you were in a good place with his best friend. He was happy to hear that.

“Take care of her James.” James nodded and smiled at him and at you. The five of you exchanged embraces and all walked to the dining hall prepared to enjoy a final meal together before the boys were set to graduate. And neither you nor James could have ever imagined how wonderful it felt to be able to love this loudly and proudly. It felt so great and you relished every second.

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“If the ride gets too bumpy feel free to hang onto me, okay?”

HHDKDJDKD I LOVE THIS oh my goddd the moment he ducks his head😭😭 and when his eyes drop to her lips AND ALSO WHEN HE ASKS HER TO TRUST HIM!! i love everything about this mal you always feed us 🫶🫶

In Another Life Part 3

𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖨𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖯𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖨𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖠𝖽𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇’𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖯𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋; 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗒, 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍.

A/N: this is where the fun begins! wc: 4.3k

“Here.” Sirius says, handing James a paper cup with a lid on it. “Got you your usual.”

“Thanks.” James nods in appreciation, taking a sip as Sirius hands out the rest of the drinks.

“Why do we have to be there so early today?” Peter asks, eyes still heavy with sleep.

“Mm-mm.” Sirius shrugs. “Moody said.”

“Yeah, but why?” Peter whines.

“Must be something important.” Remus says, eyes flitting back and forth as he tries to figure out what it could be.

“So important we have to be in the office before the sun comes up?” He continues to complain.

“You wanted to be an auror.” Sirius sings.

“Yeah and now I’m regretting it.” Peter grumbles.

Everyone laughs at that. Well, everyone except James.

“You alright, Prongs?” Remus asks, finding his silence odd.

“Prongs…” Sirius calls, elbowing his friend.

“Hm?” He finally hums, frowning when he sees his friends staring at him in concern. “What?”

“Are you okay?” Remus asks again.

“Yeah.” James breathes with a nod. “Brilliant. Why…why do you ask?”

Sirius, Peter, and Remus share a look, silently asking someone to say something. Finally, Remus sighs.

“Well, it’s just… you’ve been kind of off since yesterday…” He trails off cautiously.

“Since you had that run in with that bird.” Sirius adds, getting straight to the point.

“Yeah, well, you would be too if some woman you’ve never seen before throws herself into your arms one second, and then refuses to be touched by you the next.” James says with a frown.

“Aw, is that what it is?” Sirius asks teasingly. “Poor little Prongs can’t handle rejection?”

“What? No!” James argues. “I just- I don’t know! I’m just wondering if she’s okay, you know? She seemed very upset…”

“I’m sure she’s fine.” Sirius says, waving off his friends' worries.

“She was probably just having a bad day.” Peter pipes up, more awake now.

James nods his head at that, though it’s clear he isn’t convinced.

“Thought you wanted something weird to happen…” Sirius mimicked.

“Shut up, Pads.” James grumbles, taking a final sip of his coffee.

The group of four are on high alert as soon as they step into the atrium. Sure, the Ministry is usually busy, but never like this. There are double the amount of officers and aurors, if not triple. The marauders watch wide-eyed as they all hurry to and fro, as if they’re preparing for something, as if they’re preparing for battle.

“How ya feeling, Wormtail?” Sirius asks, watching as a group of Unspeakables walk by.

“Wide awake.” Peter nods.

“Whatever’s going on, it must be bad.” Remus comments.

“Let’s hurry to Moody’s office.” James orders. “If anybody has answers, it’ll be him.”

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“Moody?” James calls, knocking on his door as they all walk into his office.

He looks up at the intrusion, setting down some paperwork he was reading and standing from his desk.

“Come in,” He orders, waving his hand hurriedly. “And shut the door behind you.”

Remus, being the last one in, shuts the door and leans against it, crossing his arms as the others spread out.

“What’s going on?” Sirius asks, referring to everyone outside. “Are we running a drill of some sort?”

“I’m afraid it’s not a drill.” Moody informs them. “There’s a manhunt underway.”

“Manhunt?” James repeats, eyes widening in surprise.

“Has someone escaped from Azkaban?” Sirius asks.

“Or committed an unforgivable?” Peter adds.

“Neither.” Moody shakes his head. “A stranger’s arrived.”

“Okay?” Sirius asks, not getting the point.

“This one is using magic unlike anything we’ve ever seen before.” Moody explains grimly.

“How so?” Remus asks.

“I think it’s best if I show you.” Moody nods.

He grabs a glass vial, struggling with the lid before finally popping it off and pouring it into a basin. With a flick of his wand, the pulled memory starts projecting on the wall.

“A shop owner was on his way to work yesterday when he saw this.” Moody informs them.

It’s as if they’re seeing it through their own eyes. They can see the people passing by, and hear the tune the shop owner was whistling to himself. He groans when he steps on a piece of gum, grumbling to himself as he starts dragging his foot along the floor, trying to get it off. He looks to the side and does a double take when he sees a light coming from the alley.

The marauders watch in complete shock as a huge circle appears out of thin air; bright and sparkling. The moment you step out of the portal, Sirius, Peter, and Remus turn to look at James with wide eyes. He wordlessly puts a hand up, stopping them before they could even think of asking any questions.

“They didn’t even use a wand.” Moody says grimly, watching as Stephen steps back through the portal and disappears. “We have no idea where she is or what she’s capable of.”

“So what’s the plan?” Peter asks softly, looking nervously between Moody and James.

“Bring her in for questioning.” Moody says with a firm nod. “We’ll turn the city upside down, leaving no stone unturned. We’ll use excessive force if we have to.”

“No!” James shouts, standing from his seat.

Everyone in the room turns to look at him, and he awkwardly clears his throat.

“I mean, don’t you think that’s a bit much, sir?” James asks.

“She’s an outsider.” Moody tells him bluntly.

“She’s lost.” James argues with a shake of his head.

“She’s dangerous.” Moody continues.

“Dangerous? She’s scared! Look at her!” He exclaims, pointing to the projection. “Look at how tightly she’s holding that bag, how she’s shuffling her feet, look at…” James sighs softly, zeroing in on the tears threatening to fall. “Look at her eyes… She needs help…”

James and Moody stare each other down while Sirius, Peter, and Remus silently watch. Finally, Moody nods.

“You have a big heart, James.” He comments. “You always see the good in people, give them the benefit of the doubt. It’s very honorable.”

James nods his head in acknowledgement with a grin.

“But it’s not practical.”

“Sorry?” James asks, his smile dropping.

“You need to start thinking with your head, not your heart.” Moody tells him. “There’s no place in a war for a soft hearted person.”

“But we’re not in a war!” James says in exasperation. “Sir, trust me. Please. There’s no need for this. There’s no need to cause panic and mayhem. Especially when people are just starting to feel safe again. I’ll find her. We’ll find her.” He corrects, gesturing to his friends who nod, albeit confusedly. “We’ll bring her back here. She’ll come peacefully. I know she will.”

Moody stares at him in contemplation. For a moment, James thinks he might agree, that he might’ve gotten through to him. Then John Dawlish, another auror comes bursting into the room.

“Sir! Everybody’s ready.” He pants.

Nodding, Moody walks past James, heading towards the door.

“Tell them to start searching.” Moody says firmly. John nods his head and hurries back out.

“Question everyone, break down doors if you have to, I want her found by the end of the day!” He shouts after him.

“Sir-“ James tries again.

“You.” Moody says, turning around abruptly and pointing his finger at James. “You will follow orders or you will stay out of the way. Is that clear?”

James opens his mouth once more, wanting to argue one last time before sighing, dropping his shoulders in defeat.

“Yes, sir.” He nods solemnly.

“Good.” Moody nods in return, walking out of his office and leaving the four men behind.

The group of four all stand in the hallway, silently watching as chaos erupts in the ministry. Moody disappears, still shouting orders as hoards of aurors start running out.

“So…what are we gonna do?” Sirius asks, looking at James.

James doesn’t answer him. He doesn’t even look in his direction. Without a word, he makes a left and starts hurrying down the staircase, the marauders not far behind.

“James?” Peter calls, hastily grabbing onto the handrail when he skips a step and almost falls.

Still, James doesn’t pay them any mind. He pushes a side door open and slips out into the alley, his friends right behind him.

“Prongs!” Sirius finally shouts, grabbing James’ arm and yanking him back, stopping him from walking any further. “Bloody ‘ell! What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing.” He says bluntly, trying to walk past him.

Sirius puts a hand on his chest and shoves him back. James scowls in annoyance.

“Don’t give me that look.” Sirius scolds. “The fuck is going on?”

James continues to stare him down, silently seething when yet again Sirius stops him from leaving.

“Prongs… It’s us, mate.” Sirius reminds him with a chuckle.

“Whatever it is, you can tell us.” Remus assures.

Finally reaching his breaking point, James turns around, kicking a trash bin out of sheer frustration.

“He didn’t fucking listen to me!” He shouts, bringing a hand up, gesturing towards the city. “Now he’s got everyone out there looking for her, thinking she’s dangerous and treating her as if she’s some threat when she’s not and-“

“How do you know?” Remus asks, cutting him off.

James sighs, shrugging his shoulders at his friends, his brothers.

“I just do, mate.” He says simply.

“Because she hugged you?” Sirius asks. There’s no teasing in his voice, only genuine curiosity.

“Yes. I mean, no.” James stammers, shaking his head. “I saw it in her eyes yesterday. Before she ran off. And I saw it again just now in that memory that Moody showed us. She’s scared.”

“She’s just scared. She’s not gonna hurt anyone.” James insists. “And I know Moody said not to listen to my heart but it’s not just that. My gut is telling me that she’s not a danger.”

Sirius, Remus, and Peter all silently stare at James.

“Never mind.” He mumbles, shaking his head. “Forget I-“

“So, what are we gonna do?” Sirius asks again.

“What?” James asks, looking up at his friend.

“As annoying as it is, your gut feeling has never been wrong before.” Sirius tells him, crossing his arms with a roll of his eyes. “So? What’s it gonna be?”

“Pads, no.” James argues. “I can’t bring you down with me.”

“Should’ve thought about that before you shared a train compartment with us.” Remus teases with a grin.

James smiles back gratefully at him, at all of them.

“We’d be going against direct orders. Interfering with a mission. And defying our superior officers… You do get that, right?” James asks, stressing the gravity of the situation.

Peter, Remus, and Sirius all grin mischievously.

“Well, that makes it all the more fun, doesn’t it?” Peter asks, looking to Sirius and Remus for support. When they nod their heads in agreement, Peter turns back to James with a smile.

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“Where exactly are we going?” Sirius huffs, as they all run after James.

“Riiiiight here!” James answers, coming to an abrupt stop.

Peter looks around the plaza confused.

“Isn’t this where-“

“Where we saw that bird?” Sirius interrupts.

“Stop calling her that.” James groans with a frown. “But yes. We have the advantage here, guys. We were the last ones- if not the only ones- to interact with her. So while everyone else is aimlessly running around the city-“

“We have a better idea of where to look.” Remus finishes with a nod. “Prongs, you’re a genius.”

James shrugs bashfully as he turns around, scanning his surroundings.

“Alright, we know she went this way.” He says, as they turn a corner.

All four men sigh when they see it’s a busy street, filled with all sorts of shops and restaurants. It’d take ages for them to interview every person on this street.

“Split up?” Peter suggests.

“Split up.” James nods, already making his way down the sidewalk. “Use flagrate if you find anything!”

The marauders make quick work, popping into every establishment asking if they’ve seen you. It would be easier if they had a picture of some sort, but even with the most detailed descriptions (from James of course) the only word they’re hearing is “no.”

It isn’t until Peter stops to tie his shoe in front of a flower stall that they make a break in the case. Using flagrate, he spells out a quick message to his friends, telling them where to meet and they all arrive shortly after.

“What’d you find?” James asks as soon as he joins them.

“She isn’t certain, but she thinks she saw someone matching that girl's description yesterday.” Peter answers, already making his way down the street.

“Brilliant!” James exclaims as he and the others follow. “Which way’d she go?”

“Said she saw her heading towards Victoria Street.”

“That’s it?” James asks with a frown.

“Afterwards she moved her cart to a different area.” He informs him.

“It’s something.” Remus shrugs.

James scans all the businesses and sighs, running a hand through his hair. It won’t be long until the others arrive. Then you’ll really be in trouble. They all will. He sees an inn up ahead and his eyes widen.

“Look!” He exclaims, pointing to the inn before jogging over.

“The Cob Web?” Remus says, taking in the faded sign hanging above the door.

“Oh yeah. I forgot about this place.” Peter comments. “What’s the name of that fancy hotel that opened up a few years ago?”

“Oh!! The golden crown?” Sirius suggests, eyes lighting up. “Love that place.”

“Me too!” Peter agrees. “Have you been?” He asks Remus.

Remus shakes his head and Peter gasps in excitement.

“You have to go!” He insists. “They put a little bed on your nightstand for your wand.”

“Aw.” Remus coos.

“Guys! Can we please talk about the cute, tiny beds later?” James asks in exasperation, pushing open the door and walking in.

“Good morning!” An elderly woman at the front desk greets. “Checking in?”

“Um, no, sorry.” James shakes his head. “We’re actually looking for someone, maybe you’ve seen her? She’s about this tall, has Y/H/C hair, Y/E/C eyes…”

“Yes, of course!” She nods, clasping her hands in joy. “You made it! I’m so glad.”

“Sorry?” Sirius asks.

“Aren’t you her friends?”

“No… We’re actually with the Ministry.” James clarifies, holding up his badge to show her. “We were just hoping to ask her a few questions…”

“Oh… I see… That’s too bad.”

“Why‘s that?” Remus asks curiously.

The woman looks around before leaning closer, voice dropping to a whisper.

“She’s been sitting out in the garden all night. Thought she might’ve been waiting for someone. Poor girl looked completely lost when she stumbled in here.” She tells them. “She had no idea what galleons were…her money wasn’t even in pounds.”

“What type was it?” Peter asks.

“I couldn’t tell you.” The woman frowns with a shake of her head. “Maybe American…”

“Weird.” Peter comments.

“Between you and me, I think she was left here.”

“Whaaaat? What makes you say that?” Sirius asks with wide eyes, always one for gossip.

James’ mind replays the video that Moody showed them. He remembers how that weirdly dressed man stepped back into the portal, and how your feet shuffled, almost as if you wanted to go after him. He remembers how when you turned around, your eyes were already beginning to water, and it looked as if you muttered some sort of curse word under your breath. Is that what happened? Did you really get left behind? All by yourself?

“Right. Well. Thank you.” He nods, tapping his hand on the counter before heading towards the door. “We’re gonna go around the side so we don’t spook her.”

The innkeeper nods her head as Peter, Remus, and Sirius file out. James grimaces when he hears other aurors shouting in the distance.

“If anyone else from the Ministry comes in, can you just say you already spoke to someone? And that they didn’t find anything?”

She looks perplexed by his request but finds herself nodding nonetheless.

“Great. Thanks.” James nods a final time. “We’ll be quick.”

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The marauders come to a stop in front of the iron gate.

“I want you guys to keep your distance.” James tells them softly.

“Don’t wanna share your little girlfriend?” Sirius teases.

“I don’t wanna crowd her.” James corrects with a sigh, already knowing the teasing won’t come to an end anytime soon.

“Thought she wasn’t dangerous.” Peter comments.

“She isn’t. At least, I don’t think she is.” James assures. “But regardless, how would you feel if you found yourself cornered by a group of people you’ve never seen before?”

Seeing his point, they all nod their heads.

“We’ll hang back, Prongs.” Remus promises.

The back gate creaks open and the marauders shuffle in. James immediately spots you sitting on the steps. You’ve got your hands clasped together and tucked under your chin. You’re staring off to the side but it’s obvious that your mind is a million miles away. You didn’t even acknowledge them when they walked in. Thinking that you simply didn’t see them, James clears his throat, trying to get your attention, only for you to assume that he’s just wanting to go back inside.

“Sorry.” You apologize half heartedly, not even looking in his direction as you scoot over.

James turns to friends, unsure of what to do. Sirius shrugs his shoulders helplessly as Remus waves his hand, silently urging James to get closer.

Cautiously, James takes a step forward. Then another. And another, finally coming to a stop right in front of you. It’s only then that James finally captures your attention. With a sigh, you lift your head. Your eyes light up upon seeing James, but lose their sparkle a moment later as you continue to stare at him. Briefly, James wonders if you remember him at all; or if you mistook him for someone else again, same as you did yesterday, before shaking his head.

“Erm… Hi!” He greets awkwardly, bringing a hand up to wave at you.

You continue to silently stare at him before looking behind him, finally noticing his friends standing a few feet away.

Good thing I told them to keep their distance, he thinks to himself.

James smiles when you shift your piercing gaze back to him.

“Why are you here?” You ask instead of returning his greeting.

James’ smile drops and behind him, Sirius snorts in amusement. He quickly glares at him before turning to you once more.

“Can we talk?” He asks with what he hopes is a friendly grin.

Finding it difficult to look him in the eyes any longer, you turn your gaze away, choosing to stare at the ground instead.

“No.” You say softly, shaking your head just the tiniest bit.

“Sorry?” James asks.

Surely he heard you wrong.

“I said no.” You repeat, louder this time, still avoiding his eyes as you finally rise from the stairs. “I’m not in the mood for company.”

You open the screen door only for James to gently close it. You turn around, frowning at him and he at least has the decency to look sorry.

“I’m afraid I wasn’t asking, love.” He says with a sheepish grin. “We’re here on official business from the Ministry.”

He pulls out his badge and holds it up for you to see. After a few seconds of James awkwardly standing in front of you with his badge in your face, he goes to put it away, only for you to pull it out of his hands.

He watches curiously as you continue to inspect the badge; turning it this way and that, looking from his identification card to him, tracing the metal badge itself with your finger before finally turning your attention back to him, eyes full of confusion.

“You're from a church?” You ask, gazing up at him through your lashes.

James swallows harshly.

“No, love.” He shakes his head. “Ministry of Magic? You know, the-“

Suddenly a loud bang rings out, followed by the sound of someone shrieking.

“What was that?” You ask, head whipping around towards the noise.

“The Ministry.” James sighs.

“You said you were the Ministry.” You argue, frowning in confusion as you stare up at him.

“Part of it, yeah.” He nods as you hear another door be kicked open, this one sounding closer. You flinch at the loud noise and James steps closer to you. Whether you’re aware of what you’re doing or not, you reach out and grab his hand.

“The part that doesn’t kick down doors?” You try to joke, only to flinch when another loud bang rings out. “What are they doing?” You finally ask.

“Looking for you.” James says with a grimace.

“Me? Why me? I haven’t done anything!”

“I know,” He nods, “It’s a long story. We’ll explain everything. But we have to go.”

Seeing as you’re still holding hands, James tries to lead you down the stairs, only to come to an abrupt stop as you try to pull your hand away.

“What are you-“

“Let go.” You command feebly, still trying to free your hand from his grasp.

“Love, we don’t have time for this.” James stresses, both of you flinching when another door is kicked down. “We have to go.”

“Don’t call me love.” You glare at him, still trying to pull your arm free. “I’m not going anywhere with you. I don’t know you!”

“Alright, fine! Whatever your name is! I know it doesn’t seem like it right now, but we’re the nice guys, okay? The guys out there have orders to use excessive force to bring you down.”

You stop squirming for only a second before starting to pull yourself free again.

“I can manage.” You continue to argue.

“Oh really? You can manage?” James asks incredulously. “Are you sure? Aurors, unspeakables, dementors, do you have any idea what they’re authorized to do to you? Horrible things. Painful things. Things of nightmares.”

“Why do you even care what happens to me?!” You ask him.

You and James hold each other's gaze, noses practically touching, breaths mingling together. James’ gaze drops down to your lips for a fleeting moment before locking onto your eyes again.

“I don’t know.” He finally answers.

“You don’t know me.” You tell him softly, finally pulling your hand free and taking a step back.

“I don’t have to know you to know that this is wrong.” He answers. “This- this is all just a huge misunderstanding. They think you’re a threat.”

“To who?”

“Everyone.”

You let out a sigh as the gravity of what he’s just told you sets in. You’ve been here less than twenty four hours and already there’s a bounty on your head.

“Come with us.” James asks, gesturing towards his friends, still standing by the gate. “We’ll take you to the Ministry and get this whole thing sorted.”

Crossing your arms, you look over your shoulder to stare at his friends, smiling the tiniest bit when the blonde one waves enthusiastically at you.

“I won’t let anything happen to you.” James promises, coming to a stop right in front of you.

You both hear when a group of aurors enter the inn, questioning the elderly woman at the front desk.

One last time, James holds his hand out, mentally begging you to take it.

“You can trust me.” He whispers with a nod.

For some reason, maybe because he looks so much like Pietro, you find yourself believing him. Without another word you place your hand in his, letting him lead you down the stairs and towards his friends.

“Great. We got the girl.” Sirius nods. “What’s next?”

“Get the hell outta dodge?” Remus guesses.

“Precisely.” James nods. “Everyone apparate to my house.”

“Your house?!” Everyone asks.

“They won’t think to look there.” He hurries to explain. “We need the heat to die down a bit before we can take her to the Ministry. If we walk in now, they’ll swarm her.”

“Not to mention Moody would kill you himself.” Peter mumbles.

“Yes, Wormtail. Thanks so much for that.” James nods with a sarcastic smile.

Peter looks up with wide eyes, embarrassed at having been heard as Sirius and Remus snicker in amusement.

“You know how to apparate, right?” James asks, coming to a stop right in front of you.

Apparate? You think to yourself. What the hell does that mean?

“Um. I-“ You stutter, suddenly scared for some reason, worried that they’ll leave you behind if they find out you don’t know how to do that. Whatever that is.

“Hey.” James calls softly, head ducking down to catch your gaze. “It’s okay.” He assures you with a kind smile. When he smiles at you like that he looks so much like Pietro it’s scary.

You sneak a quick glance at his friends before leaning closer to James, feeling embarrassed as you whisper the situation to him.

“I-I don’t.” You start, only to shake your head and try again. “I’ve never-“

“You’ve never apparated before?” James asks with wide eyes. “Where exactly are you from?”

“Uhm…”

“That’s alright! You can just hitch a ride with me.” He nods with a wink.

You let out a sigh of relief, nodding in appreciation.

“Fair warning, you will get dizzy. Just- close your eyes. Trust me, it’ll help.”

“Okay.” You nod, watching in shock as his friends simply pop away.

You turn back to James and see that he’s holding his hand out to you. Cautiously, you place your hand in his, not missing the way he smiles when you do. You look at your clasped hands and wonder how something can feel so familiar yet so completely foreign. James gives your hand a comforting squeeze and when you gaze up at him, he smiles reassuringly at you once more.

“If the ride gets too bumpy feel free to hang onto me, okay?”

You nod your head and then close your eyes, bracing yourself for whatever’s about to happen next.

omg this is so cute 😭😭😭 “i’d move the moon for you” and how he kisses her even when she’s sick like PLEASE i need james and more specifically sky’s version of james 🙏🙏

James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: James is the best boyfriend while you're sick.

Genre: Fluffy <3

Warnings: having a cold, germs, mentions of being contagious? really none lmao i'm just over cautious

~ for my lovely 🍓anon! enjoy! ~

JAMES POTTER MASTERLIST

You're convinced you're dying and no matter how much your boyfriend promises you you're not, you still feel miserable.

"No, no," you shake your head, your nose running obnoxiously as you blow into another tissue—you could start a whole collection by now. "you don't u-understand. My body is crumbling as we speak," you tell him as you're curled up in your bed, under a bunch of blankets and wearing James's warmest and favorite sweatshirt.

James sits by you, one hand pressed against your forehead and he frowns, suppressing a small smile. "Is that so? Guess I'll have to glue you back together again then," he hums softly. 

Your eyes narrow and then you cough loudly, your throat hoarse, "You aren't funny."

James feigns hurt. "Ouch," he strokes your hairline with his thumb, looking at you fondly, and then gives in as his eyes soften. "I'm sorry. I can feel you burning up, I know you must feel very ill, hm?" 

You nod, sitting up against the pillows as you cough again. The sound sounds horrible. James leans closer, his expression morphing into concern. Your eyes widen as guilt dawns on you and you panic, pulling away from him. 

"Jamie, no, I'll contaminate you!" you practically shriek.

James raises an eyebrow in amusement. "Contaminate me? Darling, you aren't diseased." 

You sniffle and whisper, "You don't know that." 

James can't help himself. He laughs, and the sound is a beautiful melody as he shakes his head. Still, he listens and pulls away from you. He sits back and thinks for a moment. "I'm gonna run to the store and grab you some things okay, I don't think this cold will disappear on its own, lovely."

You sniffle again, feeling sorry for yourself as you prepare to blow into another tissue. "If you leave me now, I'll surely perish," you state quite dramatically as James stands. He sends you a look as if to say be serious, his dark curls falling before his eyes.

You sniff, sending him a look in return as if to say, I am serious and James just leans over to kiss your forehead and then press another sloppy kiss on your cheek. 

"James!" You exclaim as he kisses you, alarmed.

"If I'm sick, I'm sick," he states seriously, gently cradling your chin as he strokes your skin carefully. "A silly little cold isn't gonna dictate when I can or can't kiss my darling girlfriend."

Your chest loosens at this and you feel a sense of warmth and relief at his words. You want to protest and tell him he's putting himself in harm's way for no reason. But, instead, you relish in the feeling of his lips on your skin and you sink into the pillows as you wait for his return. 

When he does return, you rouse from your small nap and let out a weak cough. Your eyes are bleary as you blink them furiously. "Oh, sweets, have I woken you?" he says in the sweetest voice you've ever heard and you almost melt.

You sit up and rub your eyes as James sits beside you again, resting the glass of water he'd brought in on the bedside table, and then drops the brown paper bag near your hip. He rummages inside and lays out an array of medicine, candies, and almost four boxes of tissues.

Having been feeling a little better from your sleep, you joke, "I'm not dying, am I?"

James chuckles and hands you some medicine for you. You swallow it reluctantly, pouting up at your boyfriend. He rests his hand on your forehead again, smiling.

"No, you aren't dying," he whispers, "far from it. Your temperature seems to have gone down, which is really good."

You nod, still tired as you reach for James's other hand and play with his fingers. "Can you make me some tea?" you ask bashfully. 

James frowns, smiling a little as his fingers gently pinch your cheek. "Of course, love. Don't be embarrassed. I'd move the moon for you."

You cough again, the sound much lighter already. "Kinds dramatic, no?" you whisper.

"No. Not really. It's all true," James pauses, his voice turning serious, "for you, I'd do absolutely anything." He kisses your forehead again, and this time you don't even want to protest. 

tags: @mischievousmoony, @sayitlikethecheese, @longlivedelusion, @fangirl-swagg, @siriuslycaptainofthedawntreader, @fruticake

OH MY GODDDDDDD WHAT IS THIS MY HEART IS A MUSHY PUDDLE IN MY STOMACH 😭😭😭 i love this sooooo much wtf their relationship is SO CUTE!! i wanna be his swell girl and talk about moo deng and see his gorgeous painting of me and get a big hug😭 you’ve done this so well i love you thank youuuu 🫶 (also you really included daisies <3)

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paint me a picture

james potter x fem!reader ✮ 2.2k cw/tags: established relationship, that ‘couple paints each other’ trend on tiktok, MOO DENG CAMEO, tooth-rutting fluff mayhaps? and a lil crack :>

If you were ever put in a situation where you’re stuck in a room full of complete strangers, chances are that you’d strike up a conversation with one, two, or a handful of people no matter how off-putting they might seem as a stranger. You had a knack for talking people’s ears off, your mouth running faster than your brain ever did—spewing word after word before you could even finish your train of thought. 

Frankly speaking, you were well-aware that your talkativeness came across as annoying to most people. It was a hard pill for you to swallow, because you really, really liked to talk to people. You thrived in sharing your interests and whatever it was that came to your mind with other people. But the pressure was immense, and society—cruel, so you had to make do and shut your mouth if you could handle it. 

When you met James, however, it was like one of those cliché moments in movies—the ones about destiny and fate and soulmates. Because who knew that you’d find your match in being a chatterbox in someone as charming, and lovely as him? 

James Potter, in all his bumbling, comical, and boyish glory, did not stray away from you from the very first sign that gave away your talkative nature. 

And it appeared that he wasn’t planning on ever doing so in the near future. 

“Oh, but have you seen the one of her biting that zookeeper’s leg? She’s so adorable– I can’t!” You gushed as you filled in the gaps of James’ uncolored ears—the James in your portrait, not your actual James—with brush strokes of warm, chocolate brown paint.

The real-life James who sat across from you chuckled softly at your enthusiasm. “I know, right? She’s a little troublemaker, that one. I’d steal her away if I could.”

“Me too, me too,” Your vehement agreement amuses your boyfriend. “Gosh, what I wouldn’t give to have a hippo as a pet!”

James’ nose wrinkles, as if in distaste, at your statement. “Wouldn’t that be hard though? They’re always covered in mucus, and they’re always underwater. Hippos are a little high-maintenance if you really think about it.” 

“Respectfully, James, I never asked for your opinion.” 

James’ mouth hangs open in shock, his hand frozen as it holds a paintbrush in front of his own canvas of his portrait of you. 

“I can’t believe you’d say that to me,” He fakes a sob, shaking his head in disbelief. “I thought we had something special, love.” 

You sigh, going along with his act. “I’m sorry it had to come to this, Jamie. You know how I feel about pets.”

“So that’s just it, then? You’re leaving me for a hippopotamus?” James cracks his voice at the end of his lamenting, hand flying up to cover his mouth, suppressing his “sobs.”

It was getting admittedly hard for you to keep up the act, though. But you persevere.

“It’s nothing personal, James. I swear,” Your voice wavers at the end, the start of an uprising laughter in your throat.

“Do you, actually?” 

You count what seems to be like five seconds of you and your boyfriend just staring at each other. It was almost as if James was challenging you to break. Ironically, you were starting to think that you were going to. 

But then he beats you there as you watch his face split into a wide grin, his canines doing nothing to quell his boyish handsomeness. Your boy always looked good, but he looked especially nicer when he was happy, smiling. 

Laughing, too, most of all. James had the kind of laughter that sounded like a wind chime when a breeze passed by, making you feel light and floaty as if on a cloud. He also had the kind of laughter that you just couldn’t help but join in, and share the moment with him.

“Absolutely nothing,” was what he would say whenever you asked him what you wanted to do together. 

But if you asked him what you’d want to talk about? James would say, “Absolutely everything.”

“Now I can’t remember what I was supposed to do!” You exclaimed, your laughter dying down to soft, involuntary chuckles as the lighthearted air of James’ relentless quips lingers between you both. “If my portrait turns out wonky, I’m blaming you.”

James’ grin could only grow with pride. He always loved to make you laugh. “Hey, that’s not fair. I only asked if–”

“No, don’t start again!” You rushed to stop him, pursing your lips to contain yourself.

“I haven’t even said anything,” He beamed at you, unashamed of how cheeky he was being. 

“You were gonna!” 

Your boyfriend shakes his head resolutely, pushing his glasses up his nose with a careful finger. “No, I wasn’t!”

“Top ten things a liar would say.”

James scoffs, affronted. “Top ten things an unfair person would say.”

You tut, shaking your head disapprovingly. “You need to come up with your own comebacks, you know.”

“Well, hey– it’s not my fault I decided to date the loveliest, most creative, most swell girl ever in the entire world,” Your boyfriend reasons, his million-dollar smile ever present on his lips.

You feel your face grow warm by his words. Even after a year (and counting) of being with James romantically, you could never quite get used to his praising you. But that had been the deal—if you couldn’t get used to it, then he’d have to do it more often so that you would eventually get used to it.

So, you clear your throat, returning your attention back to the task at hand: painting a portrait of your boyfriend. James can see right through your feigned indifference, but mirrors your actions with his own painting. 

“‘Swell?’” You place the finishing touches of your painting of James on your canvas. There’s colours of red, brown, orange, yellow, and all its shades from the most subtle to the most vibrant. You’re not really a painter, you’re more of an appreciator of paintings. But you hoped that the message would get through to your boyfriend—to you, he was love and warmth personified. 

He shrugs in response, eyes glimmering with mirth as he works on his own portrait of you. You couldn’t help but wonder what he had drawn and painted of you. The anticipation was high. “Yeah, you’re swell.” 

“Where’d you get that from?” 

“Er,” James scratches behind his ear with his free hand. “Sirius.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “I knew it.” 

Your boyfriend spares you a glance over his canvas, and you meet eyes with your smiles mirroring each other. James hears you snicker as you turn back to your painting, and the dimples in his cheeks deepen.

“Alright, I think… I’m done,” You lean back against your chair, observing your portrait of James with criticising eyes—though not necessarily criticising the muse of your painting, but rather the painting you’d done yourself. 

Real-life James from across you makes a humming sound. “I think… I am, too.” 

“So, who’s going first?” The pair of you chorus, then laugh.

“Ladies first?” Your boyfriend asked.

You consider it for a moment, eyes never leaving your painting as you continue to observe it. You were afraid of mucking it up further than how messy it looked now to you, so you refrain from making any more adjustments. 

“Uh… no. I think it’s best if you go first,” A rueful smile graces your lips. 

James sighs, and you just know he’s downplaying his own efforts before the painting is even shown to you. “Alright, then. Here we–”

“—Also because I think we should save the best for last,” You rushed to say, unable to resist the opportunity to tease him.

Your boyfriend’s eyes go comically wide, and as you do your evil cackling, he scoffs indignantly. “I see how it is. Well, feast your eyes upon my greatest creation of all time–!”

James grabs his canvas by the sides with careful hands, then flips it around so the front of his painting is finally facing you. 

Behind the canvas, the artist—your boy—has his gaze fixed on your face, waiting for any sign of a reaction. In truth, he’d be devastated if you didn’t crack a smile or gasp! “This is amazing, James! I love you with my whole heart!” 

But he’s also aware that he wasn’t Van Gogh or Picasso, so he should be cutting himself some slack. But damn it all if he doesn’t get your stamp of approval on his painting of you—the most beautiful work of art he’s ever seen. 

Said “beautiful work of art he’s ever seen” now sits across from him, rendered speechless—which was out of the ordinary, so you had James worried. You did expect something “humble” to come out of his work, something worth placing in the Louvre museum that would rival the Mona Lisa, and something you’d both argue over like, “James, this is amazing!” and he’d respond, “Nah, I could do better.” 

Well, your expectations were met, but they had exceeded you by a lot. A lot, a lot. 

The background of the portrait is painted in a pastel, sky blue colour, adorned with symmetrically shaped clouds in white. And there’s that sun in the corner of the canvas, a smiley face drawn on it, too—a staple in a child’s painting. 

But it didn’t stop there; alongside the clouds were some painted flowers. There were daisies, your favourite. Tulips, also your favourite. There were little bees and butterflies and hearts all around, there was so much going on in the background of the painting that you didn’t know which to pay attention to.

Though you did know, realistically, which to pay attention to. It wasn’t in the birds and the bees painted haphazardly across the background—in the middle of the painting was a rather messier variant of you. You in your candid, cozy glory, donning your jumper. The curve of your jaw, the size of your eyes. James had managed to capture you in your likeness. You could see yourself in the painting. 

Most of all, however, you’re speechless of the fact he’d managed to capture you beautifully. Have you always looked like this to him? Is this what he sees every time he looks at you? Is this what he sees now as he looks at you?

“Erm, do you–“ James clears his throat, his fingers drumming against the sides of his canvas as he held it up in front of you. He was anxious because you still hadn’t shown any reaction whatsoever in the span of half a minute. “is it that bad?” 

A lighthearted jest. Probably to dissuade the brewing anxiety in his mind from your lack of a reaction. His leg was already starting to bounce restlessly from under the table. He’s thankful that you’re unable to see that, at least. 

“‘Bad?’” 

“Yes, ‘bad.’” A beat passes. “Is it?” 

You shake your head at once, having gathered your bearings after all. A smile slowly starts to make its way onto your face. “It’s not bad. Not at all, James, this is–“ 

James doesn’t know what to do now, if he’s being honest. He wishes you could just come out and say it in his face that he was a trash painter, and that his portrait belonged in the dumps. He’d rather that than wait in agony—

“It’s so nice,” You finally manage to say, your voice dripping with fondness for him. His heart skips a beat at the sight of your smile—all sweet and pretty and lovely, so lovely. So loving. 

“Really?” James gains a smidge of his confidence back with your reactions. “You like it?” 

“Like it? I love it!” You abandon your chair, rounding the table to tackle him into a hug, planting a loud smack of a kiss on his cheek. “You made me look so pretty! Best boyfriend ever!” 

Said boyfriend feels like he could melt in your arms right now, but he returns your affections by tightening his own arms around your waist, pulling you down so that you sit on his lap. 

“‘Best boyfriend ever?’ Now that’s a title I can get behind,” He chuckles, grinning widely up at you as you did the same at him. Two birds of a feather, their love mirrored in one another’s eyes, and hearts. 

Long story short, when you show your portrait to James, he makes sure to let you know that he loves it. Absolutely, indubitably adores it. He declares that he’ll frame it and hang it up in his room. He’ll contact local historians to let them know that, “Hey, I think we’ve got another revolutionary artist in our time and it’s my girl.” 

(He also makes a few comments of how you “didn’t quite get his nose right” and how “his hair looked exaggerated in your painting” and that that was “hair-racist.” What?)

At the very end of your date night, the pair of you decide to paint another picture—a third to add to your collection—but this time around, it included the two of you, with a grubby look of a house beside you both, three other little people, some dogs here, some cats there, and then some. 

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AERIAL I HAVE ANOTHER ONE OMG

you go to rugby!james’s training all upset and anxious and wanting to see him, but planning to wait til it’s over so you don’t interrupt. but the moment he spots you on the sidelines he just ditches his training to give you the biggest hug eva. just sprints across the field & his teammates are all james?? where are you going???

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 — 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

summary — you interrupt james during training because you had an awful day.

warnings/tags — fem!reader, she/her pronouns, angst n fluff

You absolutely hate interrupting James during training.

You rarely ever do it because there’s never really a reason to. You know he won’t have his phone on him and even if he did, it’d be turned off. You try to leave him a message anyways.

james. if ur not busy, please can you call me.

No answer like you’d expected.

You spend twenty minutes crying in your car, deciding on whether or not to go and find him. You’re wound up and you know seeing him would make you feel a lot better. It’s selfish, you think, interrupting his work like this. You know he’s important to the team and you’ll definitely disrupt the flow. But, you’re feeling a little selfish today.

You walk around from the back of the oval and you spot him straight away. Running a play with his teammates up and down the field, his mop of curls pulled back with bright pink tape. When you’re not so upset you’ll remind him of the headband you’d left in his duffle bag. He hates pulling the tape from his hair but hates it in his face more.

There’s no one else really on the sidelines, just their executive coach and their medic. You hide in the stands in an empty chair.

You decide to wait until they’re all done. It’s usually around 7PM. You look down at your watch where it’s sat in your lap around your wrist. 45 minutes.

You sit with you hands bunched in your pants, wet cheeks and even wetter eyes. Sniffling like your life depends on it. You’re sure it does. You really hope James doesn’t notice you looking so miserable up here. Body hidden behind a post, you think you’ll get away with it for the rest of the afternoon. That is until you hear your name.

You snap your head up like a dog called to attention. Though you're sure not as cute. With pinched brows and a red nose. You clock James running across the oval. His teammates left confused with the ball forgotten in the grass.

They’re calling his name. James, what’re you doing?!...Potter, come back! He waves them off like he’s found something ten times more important. He has.

He scales the stairs and hops the last two rows of seats. “Y/N, sweetheart, what are you doing here?”

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.” You apologise because you feel awful. Completely terrible. You’re sure it shows when you duck your head to your chest and squeeze your eyes shut.

He stands with his shins pressed into your knees, hovering above you. He hooks a knuckle under your chin and crouches down. "Baby, what's the matter?”

He seems panicked and you suddenly feel worse. Guilty for interrupting him and now he's more worried than you need him to be. It's nothing, really. But he's James. James your boyfriend.

You look up at him again with an apology at the front of your mouth. You swallow it when he frowns. "I just really needed to see you."

"Can you stand up?"

"What?"

He tugs at your hands. "Stand up for me, lovely. I need to hug you."

It's easy to feel that bit better when he dotes you with every pet name under the sun. You move to stand and have no problems when he thinks he needs to help you up. You do feel a little numb.

Your nose is all stuffed up but you can still smell him when he tucks you into his chest. Sweat and mud. The tiniest hint of cologne. You try to focus on the familiar scent of him to ground yourself. The lines he rubs up and down your back helps a lot.

"Shouldn't you be training?" Your voice is a little mumbled and wet when you speak into his firm chest. James hums because he can understand you. He could have his ears blocked and his eyes closed and he'd still find a way to understand what you're trying to tell him.

"No."

"James," you chide because it feels necessary. You don't want him to go back out onto the oval, really. It feels nice to be held by him.

"Why are you all upset, hmm?" James ignores your worries like always. He's good at pretending things are okay when you feel like they're not. He's a great reassurance when you feel too selfish.

"I had a horrible day," you tell him. His hand finds its way to your head when your voice breaks.

"Yeah?" He holds you impossibly closer.

"Yeah," you hum, completely smothered by him. "Just," you sigh, "just really needed to see you." You won't tell him that sometimes you get so upset that you feel like he's the only thing that can make you feel better.

James knows this because he feels the exact same way.

"You should've come onto the field," he says like that makes any sense.

"Run on to the oval a crying mess?"

"I'm sorry, angel," he says in the same loving way he always does. Maybe even worse when he hears you sniffle.

"Stop it," you hiccup.

James pulls back, frowning.

"Stop what?" He's a little distracted, using his hands to wipe away your tear tracks. And then the smudge of mud he leaves behind.

"Stop being so nice. It hurts."

James can't help but grin. His flushed face beams under the setting sun and you have to close your eyes. Being upset is less painful than looking at him when he looks so pretty.

"You're insane," he's laughing now, all pleased and giddy when he pulls you back into his chest. You let him like you always do because you think the hug is more for his sake. You can feel him hiding his hot face in your hair. It's entirely only warm because of your lovely comment.

"I'm sorry. I should be mean to my girlfriend when she's so upset."

"James." You blink into his shirt and startle to find you're still crying.

"What?"

You look up at him and his eyes soften at your wet cheeks. His heart also breaks the tiniest bit inside his chest. No, actually it shatters.

"How long until training finishes?" you ask.

"It's finished."

"No, it's not."

"Yeah, c'mon." He ignores your qualms once again, "I'll go grab my shit and we can go home."

"Really?" Your face brightens but you're still too sad for James's liking. Even if he had to stay at training, he'd find any way to get out of it just for you.

"Yeah, sweetheart." He kisses your nose.

James lets his team know that he's going home and lets you bury yourself in his side the entire time. Tugging at his arm, wrapping yourself around it tightly when you walk back to your car.

Once inside you feel the urge to apologise again. James shuts this down when he's grinning at you like he's in the only place he wants to be.

"Are you hungry?" he asks, starting the car. Driving you home after arguing that you were too distressed to be behind the wheel. You'd rolled your eyes and let him get away with it.

"A little."

"Great," he hums, "because I really need Derby's."

You beam. Derby's is a vegetarian diner near your house. Not once has he craved their food, he only ever goes because it's your favourite. You know he's only going for you.

"Really?" you giggle.

"Yeah. I need a lentil burger in me right now."

He's teasing but you can't find it in you to care. "Can we get the arancini balls?"

"And the tofu appetiser."

You smile the entire drive to the diner, the entire time there, and on the way home. James is lovely and thinks he's very funny. He is, you think.

Why Did She Say Yes?

Summary: You and James have always had a flirty friendship. But it’s just that, a friendship. So why is he so upset that you’re going on a date with someone else?

A/N: no Time Warp update this week bc i didn’t get a chance to work on it but then i felt bad abt not posting anything for u guys so here’s this one shot i finally finished anyway the wc is 4k enjoy

You make your way to your seat and smile at your friend as you set your bag down. You hated Divination, but at least it was the first class of the day. You just had to smile and nod at Professor Trelawney for a mere ninety minutes, and then you won’t have to see her again until next week.

You’re pulled away from your conversation as a loud commotion catches your attention. You turn your head to see the infamous marauders making their way into the classroom.

“Good morning, boys,” you greet them with a smile as they pass you by.

Sirius, Remus, and Peter all wish you a good morning as they make their way to their respective seats.

“What about me? Don’t I get a proper greeting?” James asks, dropping into his seat beside you.

“Well you would,” you say, absentmindedly playing with your quill. “But with so many people present, I might get in trouble for indecent exposure.”

James eyes widen as he turns to look at you.

“Close your mouth, love. You’ll catch flies,” you tease.

Sirius laughs at the interaction and you turn in your seat to shoot him a wink.

“Did you sleep well last night?” You ask James, watching as he takes out a quill and a roll of parchment. You know he has an exam later today that he’s been stressing about.

“‘Course I did,” he tells you with a nod, “I dreamt of you.”

“Really?” you ask, turning your body to face him completely. You prop your head up on your hand and smile at him. “Tell me about it? Play your cards right and maybe we can make your dream come true.”

Professor Trelawney walks in at that moment and starts taking attendance.

“Sorry, love,” James says with a click of his tongue. “Maybe next time.”

“Oh, I’m counting on it.” you purr before raising your hand as Professor Trelawney calls your name. “Present.”

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“For this assignment, I’m going to let you pick your partners yourselves!” Professor Bartholomew announces, causing excited chatter to start up amongst the students. “Just tell me who you plan on working with so I can make a note of it. Finn?”

“Um,” he sighs, looking around the room for someone to partner up with before his eyes land on you. “I’ll work with Y/L/N if she’s cool with it.”

You nod and shrug but James shouts from his seat across the room.

“Sorry mate. She’s already partnered with me.”

“We just started picking partners?” Finn asks, confused. “I’m the first one. How has she already-“

“She’s taken,” James reiterates. He quickly grabs his things and makes his way to your table.

“Move,” he tells your seatmate before sitting down beside you with a smile.

You roll your eyes and shake your head at him.

“Sorry, Finn,” you apologize. “Maybe next time.”

Finn nods his head at you before glaring at James.

“What was that about?” James whispers to you as everyone else starts picking their partners.

“What?” you whisper back.

“That look Finn just gave me.”

“Well you did just steal his partner.” you scoff.

James waves his hand with a roll of his eyes.

“Ah, he’ll get over it. Besides, wouldn’t you rather work with me? Somebody you already have chemistry with?”

“That’s a terrible joke,” you deadpanned.

“Deny it all you want, love. You know there’s something brewing between us.”

“Well I would hope so considering we’re in potions.”

“Now that was a terrible joke.” James says, leaning his head closer to you.

“You love it.” you tell him, leaning your head in as well.

You both flinch and pull away when a loud clang rings throughout the classroom. You turn your head to the side and see that Finn dropped the cauldron on the floor.

“Oops, innit.” he says, picking it up. He casts a quick glance at you and smiles when he catches your eye.

“Mister Cole, what did I tell you about dropping your cauldrons?” Professor Bartholomew sighs exasperatedly.

“It was an accident.” Finn defends halfheartedly, still looking at you. “I was distracted.”

You shake your head at him with a smile and turn your attention back to the professor as he starts going over the ingredients you’ll be needing. You blindly reach for your quill only to pull your hand back as you feel something else.

“Sorry,” you apologize to James. “I didn’t mean to hold your hand.”

“It’s okay,” he shrugs. “I liked it.”

“Oh. Well in that case, let me know if there’s anything you want me to hold.” you tell him flirtatiously, causing him to snort.

“I’m sure you’ve probably figured it out by now,” Professor Bartholomew tells the class. “But in case you haven’t; the potion we’ll be working on is Amortentia.”

James raises his hand.

“Yes?” Professor Bartholomew asks.

“What if we’re already in love?” James asks.

A couple of girls giggle at the question.

“I don’t follow.” Professor Bartholomew tells him.

James puts his arm around your shoulder and brings you closer. He gestures between the two of you.

“We’re already mad for each other without a potion.” James says confidently. “Does that mean we’re excused?”

“While I’m happy for you,” the professor says with a chuckle, “I’m afraid you’ll still need to participate. It wouldn’t be fair to the rest of us who aren’t so lucky. Right, class?”

A few students laugh while others voice their agreement. One or two shake their heads at you, already used to you and James’ nonsense. James sighs dramatically.

“Alright,” he relents. “If it means that much to you guys, I’ll do my work.”

You pretend to wipe a tear from your eye and start clapping.

“You’re so brave.” you tell him.

“And you’re annoying,” he says, covering your hands with his own to stop you from clapping.

You pull your hands away only to link your arms together instead, allowing you to write your notes but still be touching. You turn your attention back to Professor Bartholomew, completely missing the bashful smile James gives you.

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James was making his way back to the Gryffindor tower when a voice called out to him.

“Oi, Potter!”

He turns around and sees a boy from Ravenclaw approaching him. James raises a brow curiously, wondering what he wants. After all, he doesn’t think they’ve ever spoken before.

“Yeah?” James asks, cautiously.

“Our quidditch practice for Saturday got cancelled. Figured I’d check if you guys want the reservation before we give it to Slytherin.”

“Yeah,” James says excitedly. “We’d be happy to take it. We were hoping to get some more time on the pitch. What time do you have it blocked off for?”

“11-2.”

“Brilliant.” James says.

The Ravenclaw boy nods his head before starting to walk away.

“Why did your practice get canceled?” James asks curiously. Everyone wants to practice on Saturdays, nobody likes practicing during the week after classes. So, why would Ravenclaw give up the most sought after time on the pitch?

“Finn‘s got a date.” the boy shrugs. “Actually, I think you might know her, she’s a Gryffindor too.”

“Really?” James asks incredulously. “Huh. I wonder who it is.”

Not that James cares about Finn. Because he doesn’t, at all. But, if Finn were to start dating, he would probably be more distracted from quidditch, and Gryffindor would be that much closer to winning the Quidditch Cup at the end of the year. James smiles devilishly at the thought.

“Um, I think he said her name was Y/N.”

James’ smile immediately drops.

“I could be wrong though.”

With that, the boy turns and leaves, unaware of the existential crisis James now finds himself in.

“Alright, Prongs, these are the facts.” James says to himself. “One, Finn asked Y/N out. Two, she said yes.”

James furrows his brows in thought as he reaches the portrait.

“Why did she say yes?” he asks aloud.

“That’s not the password.” The fat lady says.

James rolls his eyes at her and mutters the password before walking in. He had hoped to see you in the common room and when he doesn’t, he gets even more dejected.

“Alright, James?” Remus asks when he finally makes it to their dorm.

“Fine.” he says, not even glancing at his friends. “I’m gonna take a shower before bed.”

James grabs a clean set of clothes and his towel and starts making his way to the bathroom when Sirius calls out to him.

“Prongs. Are you sure you’re alright?”

James turns around to face his friends and sighs.

“You guys know Finn? From Ravenclaw?” he asks.

“Yeah,” Peter says, “He’s their quidditch captain, right?”

James nods his head. He can’t explain why, but he feels so fucking stupid right now. Why is he thinking about this so much? The boys continue to stare at him curiously. Remus even closes the book he had been reading.

“Nevermind,” James says, shaking his head.

“Seriously?” Peter groans. He hates when people do that; start to say something only to change their mind, leaving the conversation unfinished. It drives him crazy.

“Did something happen?” Remus asks.

“No,” James says, turning around and making his way to the bathroom.

When he finally comes out, the room is silent and encased in darkness. He stumbles into bed and once he gets under the covers he sighs.

“Why did she say yes?” he asks softly to no one in particular.

Across the room, Peter snores exceptionally loud. James takes off his glasses and sets them on his nightstand before eventually falling asleep himself.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

James' plate of food remains untouched. For the past fifteen minutes, since you walked into the great hall, his attention has been solely on you, like always; not that you’ve noticed, like always.

He watched as you came bounding in, not even noticing him as you made your way to your friends. He watched as you apologized to a third year, pouting and rubbing their back when your bag accidentally hit them. He watched as your eyes lit up while you talked with your friends, and how you brought your hand up to hide your smile when your mate choked on his juice.

You must have finally felt his eyes on you, as you start to turn your head to the side. Instead of catching your eye like he usually does, James snaps his head forward, choosing to stare at his food instead.

“Careful, Prongs. Any faster and you might’ve gotten whiplash.” Sirius teases.

When James stays silent, Peter, Remus, and Sirius all share a concerned look.

“I was only joking,” Sirius assures him, afraid he’s crossed some line.

“I know. It’s not that.” James tells him with a forced smile.

“Then what is it?” Remus asks.

“Fuck,” James sighs. “Apparently Finn asked Y/N out and she said yes and it’s fucking with me. More than I thought it would. Not that I care, but Finn? The fucking idiot that would blow himself up every single time he waved his bloody wand?”

James looks up from his food and sees that his friends are all staring at him wide eyed, caught off guard by his outburst.

“I take it you don’t approve?” Remus asks, clearing his throat.

“Fuck no!” James says, quite loudly. A couple students turn their heads and James has the decency to look embarrassed. He smiles sheepishly and waves before turning back to his friends.

“I just don’t understand.” he tells them. “Why the fuck did she say yes? I mean, of course she can do whatever she wants but I thought- we-”

James groans and runs his hand through his hair frustratingly. Remus and Peter get up to start making their way to their first class of the day.

“If it’s bothering you so much, just ask her.” Remus suggests.

“Just like that?” James asks sarcastically.

“Yes,” Remus says, absolutely exasperated at this point. “You asked Lily out every single day for years, you’re telling me you can’t ask Y/N a simple question? Where’s that Gryffindor bravery?”

James glares at Remus as he walks away.

“Where’s that Gryffindor bravery?” he mocks as he and Sirius start walking too. “I fucking hate when he does that.”

“He’s not wrong,” Sirius tells him, much to James’ annoyance.

“Look, she’s over there.” Sirius says, nodding his head to the side. “Just go talk to her.”

“Okay,” James says, nodding his head. He takes two steps before turning around and making his way back. “Come with me.”

Sirius rolls his eyes but agrees, following behind James as he crosses the courtyard.

“Y/L/N,” James greets when he’s close enough. “Either someone’s playing a cruel prank on me, or you’re about to be off the market pretty soon?”

You roll your eyes at him with a smile.

“Off the market? Aren’t we getting ahead of ourselves? It’s one date!” you say with a laugh.

“Alright, fair enough,” James says with a smile of his own. “Though I must say, my feelings are hurt.”

You tilt your head to the side and frown in confusion.

“I…kinda thought we had something going,” James says, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

You stare at him silently for a moment before you start laughing.

“What, like us? Together? Yeah right!” you say before falling into a fit of laughter again, shaking your head at the mere thought.

James’ smile drops and Sirius’ eyes widen.

“What?” Sirius asks incredulously, unable to stop himself.

“Yeah,” you shrug at him, looking between James and Sirius. “We flirt all the time, but it’s not serious. I mean, it’s not like anything was actually ever gonna happen between us. Right James?”

James, absolutely devastated, forces a smile on his face and nods.

“Yeah,” he sighs. “Right.”

A voice calls your name and the three of you turn your heads. Across the courtyard you see your friend waving her arms to get your attention.

“I have to go. I promised I’d help her finish an assignment that’s due today.”

You run off to join your friend, completely unaware of the broken hearted man you leave behind. James and Sirius stand in silence for a moment, neither knowing what to say.

“That’s gotta hurt.” Sirius grimaces.

James gives Sirius a dirty look before shaking his head and walking away.

“I didn’t mean it like that!” Sirius shouts after him.

James continues to walk away from him, most likely going back to his dorm to wallow in his misery.

“Ah, shit.” Sirius sighs. “How am I gonna fix this?”

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

The blanket is pulled off of James and he groans, rolling over and covering his head with the pillow. A moment later, the pillow is pulled out of his grasp and tossed to the bed next to his. James groans again and finally sits up.

“What the fuck?” he shouts, absolutely annoyed.

“I’m telling you,” Sirius stresses. “You read the situation wrong.”

“How the fuck could I read the situation wrong?!” James asks. “She literally said nothing was ever going to happen between us!”

Peter and Remus stand a few feet away, watching the scene unfold.

“Yes, but she didn’t mean it like that.”

“How else could she mean it?” James asks, flopping onto his bed.

“I don’t know.” Sirius says truthfully, causing James to roll his eyes. “But if she meant it in that way, you’d know based on her tone. She would’ve been much more stern.”

“Like Evans!” Peter supplies, excitedly.

“Exactly!” Sirius says. “Lily wanted nothing to do with you-“

“Thanks, mate.” James sighs.

“I thought you were supposed to be making him feel better.” Remus says, arms crossed.

“I’m getting to that! Lily wanted nothing to do with you, and she made it known. Y/N’s never done that.”

“Maybe she was just stringing me along.” James offers.

Peter, Remus and Sirius all sigh.

“Do you really think she would do that?” Remus asks softly. James thinks it over before eventually shaking his head. He sits up and looks at his friends with hopeful eyes.

“Do you really think she likes me?”

“Only one way to find out.” Sirius tells him with a shrug.

“Um…I don’t know.” James says, suddenly nervous. Is he really gonna let himself get his heart broken by the same girl twice in one day? “I don’t know if I can face her just yet.”

“You don’t have to!” Sirius says, holding up James’s invisibility cloak. “Let me do the talking this time.”

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

“Oi Y/L/N!” Sirius calls as he walks towards you.

“Oi Black!” you mimic with a smile.

“What you said earlier, did you mean it?” he asks, getting straight to the point.

“What?” you ask, not knowing what he’s talking about.

“When you said it wasn’t serious between you and James.”

“Well, yeah.” you shrug. “It’s true.”

“Padfoot, can we please get out of here while I still have my dignity?” James whispers to Sirius. Sirius shakes his head and James groans. He knew this was a bad idea.

“But why?” Sirius asks you.

“James is smart. And funny. He’s handsome. Not to mention ridiculously rich.” he lists off, causing you to laugh.

“Are you trying to tell me you fancy James?” you ask with a giggle.

“I’m trying to figure out why you don’t!” Sirius says, exasperated. “He’s a great guy!”

“I know!” you agree. “I know he’s a great guy, I’m not saying he isn’t.”

“Then why don’t you like him?” Sirius asks you.

Under the invisibility cloak, James’ eyes widen. So much for being subtle, he thinks to himself.

You stare at Sirius in confusion for a moment before a look of realization crosses your face.

“Oh, I get it.” you say with a nod.

Now, it’s Sirius’ turn to be confused.

“You’re trying to set James up with someone.” you elaborate with a smile.

“Actually-“ Sirius tries to talk but you interrupt him.

“Look, you’re a nice friend but you misunderstand.”

“No,” Sirius tries again. “You misunderstand. I-“

“I know that James and I flirt a lot.”

“Literally all the time.” Sirius corrects.

“But it’s always been like that. It doesn’t mean he likes me.”

“But I do,” James whispers to Sirius.

“But he does.” Sirius tells you.

“No he doesn’t,” you tell Sirius with a shake of your head. “Our friendship has always been us flirting back and forth but it was never serious. It’s something we do for a laugh.”

“How do you know?” Sirius asks you.

“Sorry?”

“How do you know it wasn’t- isn’t serious?”

“Well, if anything were going to happen between us, it would’ve happened by now. Right?” you ask, looking up at him.

“I mean, months of flirting,” you say with a chuckle, “One would think that if he liked me, like you say, he would’ve asked me out by now.”

“So why hasn’t he?” you ask Sirius softly, shoulders dropping in disappointment.

James hastily whispers to Sirius.

“Um!” Sirius calls, stopping you from leaving. “I thought you weren’t looking to date?”

“Where did you-”

“Isn’t that what you said to Jeffrey? When he- when he asked you to Hogsmeade…” Sirius asks, pushing his hair away from his face.

“Oh! Um, that was just an excuse I made up,” you explain sheepishly. “I didn’t fancy him, but he was a nice guy so I wanted to let him down easy. But, if James had asked me-”

James had heard enough. Looking around to make sure nobody was nearby, he takes off his invisibility cloak. Ignoring your bewildered expression, he grabs Sirius by the shoulder and starts pulling him away.

“Alright, thanks mate. I got it from here.” he tells him before making his way back to you.

“Hi,” James greets you with a smile.

“Hi.” you say back.

“So, I’m an idiot.” James says bluntly, causing you to let out a surprised laugh.

“I’ve fancied you this whole time, but I heard about you not wanting to date. So I was trying to be respectful and not ask you out, even though I really wanted to. Because I didn’t want to blow it!” He stresses.

“But I still flirted with you every chance I got because I wanted you to know I liked you. I honestly didn’t think it’d all go so wrong.” James says with a shake of his head. “Sorry for the miscommunication.”

“But, um, just to make it perfectly clear, I really fancy you.” he confesses. “And I know this is such shit timing because Finn asked you out and I totally get if you still want to go out with him-”

“I don’t.” you interrupt, shaking your head. “The only reason I said yes was because I thought you didn’t like me. But now that I know that you do…”

“You-you wanna go out with me?” James asks, pointing at himself with a dopey smile on his face.

“Obviously,” you tell him with a smile. “I think I’ve waited long enough.”

“Well you won’t have to wait a second more.” James says, grabbing your hand and pulling you with him. “We’re going on our first date now.”

“Now?” you ask, trying to keep up with his long strides. “Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.” James winks at you.

“Are we going to the kitchens?” you ask.

James stops in his tracks, causing you to bump into him. He turns to you with a sheepish smile.

“No…” he says, though it sounds more like a question. It seemed like a good idea but now he’s second guessing himself. “That would be a lame first date, right?”

“Not at all,” you say with a shake of your head.

“Really?” James asks unsure. “We could just wait until Saturday and go to Hogsmeade…”

“Oh, we’re still going to Hogsmeade,” you inform him, causing him to chuckle. “But I wanna go to the kitchens with you. I hope they have cookies.”

James can’t help himself, he has to kiss you. So he does. He cups your cheek with his hand and swoops in, gently placing his lips upon yours. The kiss is amazing; it’s soft and sweet and if it weren’t for the sounds of footsteps approaching, you might’ve spent all evening kissing James in the middle of the hallway.

You pull away and share a breathless smile with James and only a moment later a group of Ravenclaws are passing you, Finn being one of them.

“Oh, hey,” he greets. “Glad I caught you. So, for Saturday-”

“You’re gonna have to take someone else, mate.” James tells him, putting an arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side. “She’s already going with me.”

Finn looks between the two of you, confused. “But I thought-”

“She’s taken.” James reiterates, with a big grin.

Finn, having figured it out by now, rolls his eyes at James before going to catch up with his friends.

“I’m sorry, Finn!” you call after him before turning to look at James. “Are you going to do that to him every time?”

“I don’t know, maybe.” he shrugs, groaning when you hit his arm.

“Can you blame me?” James asks, “I almost lost the girl of my dreams to that bloke!”

“Aw, girl of your dreams?”

“What? You thought I was joking when I said I dreamt of you?”

“Honestly, yeah.” you shrug, as you both reach the painting of the fruit bowl. James rolls his eyes playfully at you as he reaches up to tickle the pear. He pulls open the door and gestures for you to go in first.

“Well just for the record, I’ve always been mad for you.” he says as he grabs a plate of cookies and holds it in front of you. You place a kiss on his cheek before grabbing a cookie and walking further into the room.

“The feeling’s mutual, handsome.” you wink at him as you take a seat on the counter.

Running Hot

it's been storming where I live so this is very self-indulging but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

James was a hot person. Not just physically, your boyfriend was definitely attractive, but temperature-wise as well. He was, in general, a hotter person.

Which made it a perfect match when you’d got together, and you were someone that ran colder. One thing James hadn’t accounted for, despite your tendency to be cold, was that you loved winter.

So, after a long day of making snowmen and throwing snowballs, you finally let James usher you in, teeth chattering and shivering.

“Atta girl, come on, let’s get you warmed up,” James guides you into his apartment, toeing off his boots on the mat before bending down to help you.

“There you go, baby,” he whispers, unraveling you slowly. You shiver under his touch, watching him as he concentrates on removing each of your layers.

“Th-thanks, Jamie. S’ real-l-l cold out there, h-huh?” You say, teeth chattering against each other, hugging your arms around yourself.

James chuckles, “Yeah, sweetheart, s’real cold. How about we get warm though, hm?”

You nod as he leads you further in, with a hand on the small of your back. He guides you onto his couch, grabbing the blanket on the back of the couch to wrap around your shoulders.

“Here, throw this on top of your sweater too, yeah? I’m gonna make some hot cocoa.” James hands you his hoodie and presses a kiss to the crown of your head as he makes his way to the kitchen.

You shuffle your feet up, curling up under the blanket, and slip on the hoodie. It hasn’t been washed since the last time James wore it, and you’re not too ashamed to inhale the woodsy scent that lingers, instantly washing over you with comfort.

You can hear James fighting with the thermostat, colourful courses being muttered, until it finally grumbles on, blasting heat through the vents. 

“You okay, angel? Hot cocoa coming up soon, yeah?” James calls out to you, and a smile forms on your face as you hear him fumbling around in the kitchen.

“Jamie?” you call quietly.

He pokes his head out the doorway, “Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Will you come cuddle?” You flip half the blanket open towards him and pat the spot next to you.

A cheshire grin spreads over his face. He jogs back to shut off the kettle and practically leaps next to you onto the couch.

“C’mere, pretty girl.” He mumbles, maneuvering the two of you until he’s laid flat on the couch and you’re lying right on top.

You tuck your head in the space between the back of the couch and his face, legs all tangled up together.

“Hi,” you whisper, leaning forward to press a kiss to the tip of his nose.

“Hi back at you, pretty.” His arms wrap around you tighter, pulling you up and against his chest. You snuggle in closer, pressing a kiss to the base of his throat.

“This okay?” He spreads the blanket over the both of you, stretching it out to make sure all your sprawled limbs are covered underneath.

You hum in appreciation, “Yeah, s’really nice.” A yawn breaks through. “Thanks, Jamie.”

“Anytime, sweetheart. Get some rest, yeah?” He brushes the hair off your forehead and presses a kiss to it.

“Love you, Jamie,” you mumble into his chest, lips pressing against his clothed pec.

“Love you too, angel.”

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