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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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lily

False God

w.c- 4.8k

tw- fight between James and reader

major thank you to @sun-kissy for listening to my anxieties for this fic!!! ily!!

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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

AWWWWWW "can I kiss you?" YES YES YES and the way he likes vanilla because of reader aaaaaaah cuteness overload 😭🫶

London Boy

w.c- 3.1k

parings; james x american! reader

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When your transfer was initially put in you didn’t find it out of the ordinary that you had been moved to the London Office. As an auror it was pretty common to change offices and go to other countries where you were needed. So being reassigned to the London Office wasn’t strange for you. The hard part however was not falling for a very loveable man who was none other than James Potter. He made it so incredibly hard not to fall for him. And try as you might you had to realise that you were inevitably falling for him.

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You loved your hometown where you had lived your entire life, growing up and having those places where you had grown to have the best memories in. Even those hideout places. You loved the American culture you came from and not to mention the countless drinks you’ve accumulated over the course of your life times. But living in London was a bit of a culture shock and was quite different from living in the states. It was a typical work day, but it was your first day and it was the first day at the new office. You were in the kitchen with your coworker Alice. She was such a sweet person and was introducing you to the atmosphere of the London office.

“Are you liking it here so far?” She asked as she sipped her tea. You smile at her from your mug of coffee. Alice looks at you with her bright eyes sparkling at you.

“I’m liking it! It’s a little adjustment but it’s incredibly beautiful here.” You smile as she beams at your response.

“Oh I’m so glad! I cannot wait to show you around, I’m so excited to have you here! Now Frank and James are outnumbered.” She giggled, before she could tell you anything else about how glad she was that you were here you both heard laughing coming closer to the kitchen. Alice smiled and she knew exactly who was coming, you on the other hand were confused as to who was approaching. The laughter became clear. It was a man and it sounded so lively while he was laughing. The laughing man turned the corner and your heart flipped. The two people who were coming into the kitchen were both young men. There was one who looked a bit more reserved but equally as charming. He was wearing a knit vest sweater. He wasn’t laughing, he was just smiling and shaking his head to the guy who was next to him. And oh boy did he make your stomach fill with warmth. He was laughing before he’d make it into the kitchen but his smile was still on his face. He had dimples on his face and the glasses he wore made it perfect. You thought he was gorgeous.

“Oh, hi! You must be the new auror!” The boy with glasses spoke. And his accent? You're gone. Your heart, feelings and mind completely surrender to him. You’ve been to London for a little short of a month now, and you’ve heard the accents. But his? You never wanted him to stop talking.

“Um, yeah! I am.” You smile as his eyes widen and he slips into the chair in front of you. The other boy came and sat next to Alice, placing a kiss on her temple.

“Oh you’re American!” He beamed watching you with stars in your eyes. He couldn’t contain his excitement. He’d been around the country but hadn’t gone to Northern America. While he’d heard the accent of the Americans but it was so different from hearing it through television and music to hearing it come from your lips.

“I am yes,” you giggled at the speckled boy. He had gorgeous eyes. At that moment you realised that he never gave you a name nor did you give him yours. Similarly he came to the same conclusion of not telling you his name.

“Silly me, where are my manners! Hi darling! I’m James Potter!” He beamed at you, he had such a charming voice and smile that you felt so incredibly safe.

“Hi James.” You giggle before you say your name, “I’m Y/n.” A smile graced your face and before you or James had an opportunity to continue your conversation Alice chimed in.

“Hate to break this up, but we have to go to work.” Alice and Frank both got up from their respective seats looking at you and James with a knowing smile. They waited until you two had gotten up and walked to the centre of the office before they left. Alice and Frank glance at each other as they watch you and James continue your conversation. Both of the Longbottoms knew that you and James would inevitably fall in love with one another. It was sweet to see how the two of you would end up together. Smiling, they went to the office and talked about the new cases you four would be assigned to.

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The four of you had worked on a case and had been down right exhausted upon your return a week after the case had been assigned. So there you were sitting in your apartment getting ready. Alice had called you earlier asking if you wanted to go to Camden Market with her, Frank who you’d come to find out that is her husband. And James, who you had grown to be oddly fond of. Naturally you agreed and had begun getting ready. You were almost done with your hair when you heard a knock at your door. Finishing the last curl you unplug the curling wand and head to your door. You had been ready to leave and were excited to go to Camden Market. It was exciting since you didn’t have one back home and it was a new experience that you were ready to be on.

There behind your door stood an overly nervous James Potter. He held a bouquet of flowers and was mentally cursing himself for possibly being too much. He really liked being with you. Nervously he waited until the door swung open. And when it did his heart stopped. At that moment he knew. He knew he wanted to marry you.

“Um hi.” He manages to get out. You made him so nervous. It wasn’t like him to not know what to say, you of course didn’t know any better.

Seeing James at your door with flowers wasn’t something you were expecting to see, but it was definitely not an unwelcome sight. You were so excited and slightly honoured at the fact that he did this for you.

“Hi James, please come in!” You usher James into your home and he immediately starts taking in the decor. It was fall so you had pumpkins around the house, there were some flowers around as well. You had pictures of your friends from back home and a shelf with books that you must’ve loved. And your bedroom door was open but ever the gentleman James refused to look at it. Instead he took notice of your kitchen, it was cozy. There were pumpkin decorated towels and other fall decorum. He even noticed the deer figurine you had next to two tree statues.

“You have a lovely flat love.” James smiled as you smiled back at him. You looked radiant, you had a dark red pull over that was paired with a plaid skirt. You had a pair of black tights and no shoes? James assumed you didn’t like wearing your shoes inside the house. Immediately he looked down at his own feet, you must’ve caught what he was concerned about so you spoke,

“It’s okay james, I don’t like wearing shoes but we’re leaving soon so it’s ok. Would you like anything to drink?” You ask and James immediately shakes his head and reminds himself that he has flowers for you.

“These are for you!” James blurted out. You chuckle and grab them from him with a smile.

“Thank you Jamie! Let me put these in a vase and then we can go?” James was so in awe with you calling him Jamie that he didn’t notice how you pronounced ‘vase’ he actually thought it was so cute the way you pronounced it. He loved your accent much like you liked his own. It was exciting for him to see and hear someone else with an accent. Especially when it was you.

“Ready?” You ask him beaming with your smile. When James saw your smile he said something he never anticipated saying. At least not outloud.

“I like your American smile.” His face went beat red realising what he had said. Yours got warm. You felt shy under his gaze now. The two of you walked out of your flat in silence, neither of you daring to utter another word. How could you when this is a new relationship? Neither one of you wanted to mess that up. So the walk to Camden market was silent and filled with fleeting glances. Arriving at Camden you both met up with Alice and Frank finding them and walking around the market together. It was more you and James walking together and Frank and Alice as a pair. But you wouldn’t trade that afternoon for anything else. It was your heaven. It was peaceful. After walking for sometime you and James decided you had wanted a drink, so the two of you went into a pub to satiate your guys’ thirst.

“Wait, wait, wait you did what?” You giggle as you sip on your drink. James had spent several minutes talking about his experience at Hogwarts. Since you had gone to Ilvermorny you two had some common experiences. What your school didn’t have were the marauders. While you did have your occasional pranksters, you didn’t have the group of four that were the marauders.

“We swapped Slytherin's robes for prom dresses.” He laughed while taking another swig of his own drink. You laughed imagining the entire house wearing sparkly prom dresses instead of the designated robes they need to wear. It was hilarious. Calming down you and James both smile at one another enjoying your dynamic and how quickly you two became friends. James’ eyes lit up as if he had the best idea ever. You looked puzzled but that was short lived when James spoke up immediately.

“Can I introduce you to my best mates?” He asked. It was so naturally asked that you don’t even dare to think twice. It was so exciting to think that James wanted to introduce you to people in his life.

“Sure!” You exclaim. James quickly paid for your drinks and grabbed your hands dragging you out to find a cab. You had no idea where you were going despite James giving the taxi driver directions. James didn’t speak to you, instead he got on his phone and made a phone call to someone.

“Pads? Yeah, yeah we’re going. Yes. Yes. No, no” you giggle at his distressed tone. “No, tell moony and wormtail that we’ll be there soon! No, don't. Whatever pads love you!” And with that he ended the call. From the way he spoke to however was on the other line it felt like it was either a lover, which disappointed you. Or a friend which made you feel comfortable enough to know that they loved one another and it wasn’t a stiff relationship. You were bouncing with excitement at the thought of meeting James’ friends. There you were sitting in the cab as James got out to open your door. You had gone to Highgate and were currently looking for the place that James’ friends were. As you walked down the streets you hadn’t become aware of James’ hand in yours. You smiled to yourself at how natural this felt. Walking to a spot you saw four other boys. One had soft brown hair; it was like a mousy blonde. Then a boy who had raven hair that was medium length and quite curly. Then a shorter meeker looking boy who had sandy blonde hair. James picked up the pace and tightened his grip.

“Boys!” He cheered. They turn around and find their friend and see the two of you walking over and begin to walk towards you. Both of you were happy to see them. You especially. You were meeting James’ friends.

“Boys this is Y/n!” The boys snicker and the meeker looking boy speaks up.

“Hi there doll, I’m Sirius.” You smile having liked the way he introduced himself and that he fit the mental image you had of him. He was exactly like you thought when he was being described by James.

“So you’re the girl James won’t shut up about.” James’ eyes go wide at his friend's words. It wasn’t a lie. Since James had met you he talked his friends ears off about you. He was completely bewitched by you. You were like a drug to him. You felt lattered at the idea of James talking about you to his friends. You smile at them and James just gawks.

“Peter!” He whines as Peter and Sirius snicker. The other boy just smiled at you offering you a polite wave.

“Remus.” He nods and you smile at him. He had scars on his face and he much like Sirius is what you imagined from the stories James had told you.

“Nice to meet you all!” You smile and they look at you funny. It wasn’t until now that you had become aware that you hadn’t spoken to them yet. Meaning your accent was definitely what they were noticing. You didn’t know if you should feel insecure or wait for their reactions.

“You’re american!” Peter shouts. Excited to finally know an American. It was exciting. Not only did he find it exciting but so did the other two boys. Much like James, the three boys found your accent really cool. They liked the way your voice sounded. On a much less drastic scale than James’ of course.

“I am.” You respond. Peter flocks next to you.

“That’s so cool. Why did you come here?” He asked with genuine curiosity blooming in his voice. He began asking you several questions, especially about your home. He was so curious about life in America. It was so exciting to hear everything. This however did dampen James’ mood. He didn’t like that Peter had stolen your attention. He loved that the two of you were getting along of course. But he wasn’t fond that Peter had all of your undivided attention. Sirius and Remus were laughing at the current predicament that James had found himself in. It was funny to see how annoyed he was. Peter had finally asked you as many questions as he could before James decided that it was enough. He pulled you away by saying there was something he wanted to show you, it really wasn’t that important but he made it seem as such so you agreed.

“James? Are you ok?” James nods and says that it was nothing he just wanted to show you the park you two were at. For the rest of the evening the two of you walked around the park and were content in being just the two of you. Smiling there you two were enjoying the view. And you found yourself thanking your supervisor for that transfer.

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The next two months were spent quite frequently with James. So much so that Alice and Frank had both made the joke that the two of you were more than friends. Which you both denied saying you two were just that close. However, you knew depe down that you liked James as much more than a friend. He was incredibly close to you. He was the one who made your heart flutter. It was something you’d take with you to your grave about how he made you feel. And naturally unknown to you, James also felt the same way that you did. But he wouldn’t take it to the grave. He was actually trying to figure out how to tell you. He wanted it to be perfect. But unfortunately for the two of you it wasn’t perfect in the way that he had everything planned. Rather perfect in the way that he told you. The two of you were in the office kitchen. You were sipping on your coffee the vaint trace of vanilla in your mouth from the previous sip you’d taken. You’d been observing James and had realised that he had begun using the same syrup and creamer for his coffee that you had been using. When you had met James it was the first thing he told. He hated vanilla. He thought it was such a boring flavour. That caramel is a much better flavour than vanilla. So watching him make his coffee with your creamer and syrup was shocking and you bet your bottom dollar that you brought it up.

“Excuse you?” You laugh as you watch him jump startled by your sudden voice. It was out of the blue so it caught James off guard so he turned to you and smiled looking down at his coffee.

“Yes love?” He looked up at you as he sipped his coffee. There wasn’t anything in his expression that made it seem like he didn’t like it actually it was quite the opposite. It looked as if he enjoyed the drink. You smiled behind your own mug sipping the vanilla flavoured drink. It makes your body warm. James takes the seat in front of you smiling at you as you place your mug in front of you.

“Since when have you liked vanilla?” Your question was soft and not at all confrontational instead it was curious. It was as if you had been waiting to ask him this question for ages. There he sat waiting on how he would respond.

“Um, since I’ve met you.” You laugh at that, shaking your head denying his statement. You knew he hasn’t liked it since he met you four months ago. James pouted which increased your laughter.

“Not true! You said caramel was better!” You counter and James mutters something that you couldn’t hear properly.

“What?” You ask as your laughter dies down.

“It’s because I fancy you.” Your heart stopped at that. You knew what it meant, of course you knew what it meant. James stared at you for a brief moment.

“I lik-“

“James, I know what it means. I fancy you too.” Watching his face light up he looks like a kid in a candy store. He looks at you eyes wide and beaming.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks anticipation in his voice. You nod and he crashes his lips into. It was so worth it. You smile into the kiss feeling content with his lips on yours. You found yourself feeling happy. And ever so delighted that you happened to fall in love with this London boy.

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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)

request for james potter x sunshine gf? like yapper x yapper <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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He'll tell you there's nothing else he could wish for, now that he has you for the rest of his life.

omg this is so incredibly cute😭😭😭 james is SO loverboy it’s crazy!! pls i want him to feel that way about me….. he’s planned out his whole life with her without her even glancing at him aaaaawww i love him 😔🫶

— take a chance on me

james potter x reader ★ 761 words

James knew from the moment he saw you, you were the one.

He sees you every week at the same bakery, ordering the same drink and the same pastry. You were the one he'd befriend, subtly flirt with, and eventually ask on a date. He'd pick you up with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, take you to dinner nearby. You two share a dessert, the kind James carefully spoons into your mouth with an adoring smile. Like the gentleman he is he'll walk you back home, brushing his hand against yours until he's brave enough to just take it.

After a few months of seeing each other he'd ask you to be his, officially. Probably with a box of pastries from your favorite bakery, and a cheesy card that makes his heart skip a beat when you laugh at it. You two would spend the evening eating takeout and watching your favorite movies, finishing off the night with him feeding you the last fruit tart in bed. He'll whisper sweet nothings until you fall into a beautiful slumber in his arms.

He'll tell you he loves you. Probably on the beach, because Sirius wold his it's romantic and girls like that sort of thing. He'll most likely be in tears as he tells you how much you mean to him, and that there's no one else in the world who could make him feel this way. You'll laugh while wiping his tears as well as your own, only making him cry more when you tell him you love him too.

James wants you to meet his parents. Just a casual dinner at the Potter's, he'll tell you. He'll watch in adoration as you fret around your room figuring out what to wear, you don't want to give off a bad first impression. He'll tell you they'll love you, because he does so why wouldn't they? You'll laugh as he pepper your face with kisses and showers you with every compliment in the book.

The Potters are nothing if not kind. Once arriving at his childhood home, James will take your coat. Mr. Potter will give you a handshake, and wonder how you put up with his son. Mrs. Potter will laugh and usher you into the kitchen, where she'll have tea ready for you. You'll all have a good chat over home baked biscuits, and play a round of blackjack or two. By the end of your stay you'll already be called 'daughter-in-law', and have a tin of leftovers to take home.

James will be nervous to ask you to move in with him, but you'll jump into his arms and say yes. It'll take you two along with the help of Sirius and Remus to carry in all of your things, except the latter will sneak off with you to drink lemonade in the kitchen. Sirius will whine about how it's not fair that he's come out with chipped nail polish and frizzy hair while Remus was gossiping with you. Remus will remind him that he has chronic pain and the exercise will be good for his tattooed friend.

You'll come home one day to a box of chocolates and a letter laying by the front door. The letter will be filled with loving words and directions to a secret location. It'll lead you to a park, one where James had taken you several times on picnics. This time, there will be a rose-filled path leading you to a small platform where your boyfriend will be nervously standing. A small speaker will accompany him, your favorite love song playing softly.

Once you reach him he'll shakily get down on one knee, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his suit jacker and pull out a small velvet box from his pocket. He'll open and close his mouth, unable to get any words out. You'll bend down to cradle his face, telling him he doesn't have to say anything, and kiss him.

The two of you will plan and have the most memorable time of your lives the day of your wedding, with much help from your loved ones. Your now husband will not be able to keep his emotions in check, not even when you're in the hotel bed at the end of the night. He'll tell you there's nothing else he could wish for, now that he has you for the rest of his life.

James knew from the moment he saw you, you were the one.

He only hopes that one day you'll look back at him.

Heart Chaser

Pairing: James Potter x Reader CW: Grumpy reader, James getting injured, and Language. Genre: Fluff Summary: James tries to woo you over many times before, with what he does best- being a showoff and with a promise of a hogsmeade date if they win the quidditch tournament

Note: James is a certified simp. This is a self-indulgent one shot, enjoy reading!

James was stupid- it goes without saying. Stupidly in love with you, who wants nothing to do with him. He always greets you with his charming smile, you greet him back with a scowl or a sneer just for him.

He was like a stubborn gum stuck in the bottom of your shoes that you have a hard time getting rid of.

“Is he hit in the head? Why is he doing fucking flips when he could make our house win?” You scowl, arms folding over your chest as he whizzes near you, sending a wink your way. The other girls around you squealed, thinking it was for them as giggles and whispers surrounded you. If anything, you were quite the contrary. If you could puke, you probably would’ve already done it by now.

“Hm, Black is quite a good player. Quite better than their stupid captain who just knows how to show off.” You commented on seeing Sirius Black swinging his bat to hit the incoming bludger that was aimed at James, effectively protecting the chaser. Her friends, Mary and Marlene looked at each other, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Fancy dating a beater rather than a chaser, huh?”

Marlene teased while Mary chuckled, trying not to show her amusement to the annoyed you. “Right, so if I compliment a boy on his quidditch skills that means I’m madly in love with him? Great.” You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you redirected your attention to the game.

“Oh come on, we were just teasing you, Y/n!” Mary pokes your side playfully, “I should’ve just let the sorting hat put me in Slytherin, that way I wouldn’t have to deal with you both.”

“Oh sod off, Y/n. You were pissing your pants in fear in front of older Slytherin students in our first year.” Marlene snickers, dodging your attempts to get to her as Mary tries to block you from actually hitting her.

“Why you little- “

“…And the Gryffindor team wins!”

Cheers erupted from your side as you widened your eyes in surprise. There he was, James Potter got off his broom as Sirius started to carry him on his shoulders, their teammates surrounding them. James met your eyes and smiled (quite stupidly in your opinion) sending a wink your way which made a sour look appear on your face. What a showoff.

“C’mon, game’s over. I don’t want to see Pothead’s face more than what’s necessary.” You grabbed them both and left the quidditch pitch. Marlene protested at first, but then immediately tried to persuade you into joining the common room party that night.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” You waved her off, wanting Marlene to shut up and forget what you said. Oh, how wrong you were.

Which placed you in your current position, Marlene and Mary basically dragged you to the common room where you saw people drunk, dancing, or snogging. “Stay here, Y/n!” We’ll be back!” Marlene giggled, as she and Mary went off to Merlin-knows-where. You felt stupid and out of place, so you just stuck to the side and watched the scenes in front of you unfold.

“Didn’t think you were the type to attend parties like this.” A chuckle was heard, looking in the direction of the voice, you saw Remus, leaning against the wall much like what you are doing. You let out a scoff, “Marlene and Mary left to go snog some random people,” He lets out a laugh, “I figured. Would you like some butterbeer?” He offers, you shake your head politely. “It’s alright, I do love some firewhisky.” You joked, his eyebrows shot up in amusement and surprise as Sirius neared you both, seemingly heard your conversation.

“You’re quite surprising, Y/n! No wonder you got Prongs wrapped around your finger.” Sirius had his famous grin plastered on his face, handing you a shot of Olgden’s Old firewhisky. Your eyebrows narrowed suspiciously at Sirius, who urged you to take it. Just where did he even get that and how did he manage to sneak it in?

 “What’s life without a little risk?”

“Don’t even think about giving that to her, Padfoot.”

Like a knight in shining armor, James seemed to pop out of nowhere, getting in between you and Sirius, giving his best friend a disapproving look. Sirius grins sheepishly, raising one arm up in mock surrender, “Alright, Prongsie. Sorry dove! Next time, alright?” Sirius looked at you, winking and running off to somewhere before James could whack him. Remus follows Sirius closely behind to ensure he doesn’t do anything too stupid.

“Thanks, Potter.” You practically forced yourself to utter those words to the boy who had a quite lovestruck look on his face.

“Anything for you, Y/n.”

“Alright, I’ve had enough. Goodbye, congratulations on your win.” You sneered, trying to ignore the blush creeping in your cheeks at the obviously lovestruck James, who seemed to snap out of his trance. “H-hold on!” He grabs your wrist gently, stopping you.

“If we win the next game, let’s go to Hogsmeade.”

Alright, you weren’t expecting that. You stilled, trying to fight the stupid butterflies that started to appear in your tummy. What is happening to you? Did you find James attractive suddenly? This needs to be stopped, at least you hope it will.

“No- “

“Y/n, please! I won’t even pass notes to you anymore in class just to get us both in detention!” He pleads, you must admit that he looks quite cute. Raising an eyebrow, you tried to fight off the amused smirk threatening to make its way on your lips. “So, you’re admitting that you did that so we can spend detention together?” You should’ve whacked him upside the head and be annoyed but strangely, you find it, dare you say- adorable.

James scratched the back of his neck, he was caught. “Erm… So, is that a yes?” You clicked your tongue, “Win the game first then we’ll talk.”

“It seems like the Gryffindor’s Captain is in high spirits today!”

You hear the commentator’s voice rang throughout the cheering crowd. Crossing your arms, you observed James, his demeanor is quite different from last time. He’s more serious than ever, barely even showing off or sending a quick your way when he flies close next to you. It was a huge difference, not that you were bummed out about it (which you secretly are.)

Marlene snickered, noticing your reaction. “Why the long face? Potter not paying attention to you?”

“Sod off, Marlene.” You grumbled, shoving her lightly making her laugh. “Hey! So it’s true! Mary, Potter managed to woo our Y/n- “ You glared at her, a hint of blush dusting your cheek. “I can only tolerate so much, Marls.”

The banter was cut short when you heard gasps and the commentator’s alarmed voice was heard. “It appears that James Potter was knocked off his broom by Ravenclaw’s beater, and he’s falling quite fast! Someone get Madame Pomfrey!”

You paled, mouth turning dry as your eyes searched frantically at the enormous quidditch pitch, feeling your stomach drop as you saw James freefall to the ground quickly.  “No…” Luckily, someone managed to make his fall to the ground a bit less dangerous by turning the ground into a putty-like texture. Biting your lip nervously, you wince as James landed with a loud thud.

He wheezed, lying on the ground, and holding his arm that was probably broken. “Merlin, that actually hurts.” He looks around, shutting his eyes in embarrassment. Out of all the places he could have fallen in, it just simply had to be in front of where you sat. James can already hear you rejecting him taking you out this Saturday.

Rushing to the Hospital Wing, you opened the doors with a loud thud, not caring if you disturbed other patients as you made a beeline to James who was talking with the rest of Marauders.

“You dumb oaf! How could you possibly lose balance in your own broom?!” You furrowed you eyebrows as you saw James visibly wince, feeling ashamed, he looked down at his arm cast. Mary places a hand on your shoulder as Marlene casts an apologetic look towards the boys.

“How will I say yes to your stupid little Hogsmeade date if you’re injured?” You ‘tsked’, crossing your arms in front of your chest, ignoring everyone’s surprised reaction. Sirius whistled, already slapping James on the back as Remus widened his eyes, Peter had his mouth open in shock and your friends stared at you in surprise, looking like you just grew another head.

James quickly looked up at you, eyes beaming with happiness as a dopey smile made its way on his face. “You… you agree?” He bit his lip, trying to contain his excitement. You raised your eyebrows, a small amused smile settling on your face. “I don’t know you’re that daft, but yes. I’ll go on a date with you Potter.”

Everyone around you cheered quietly as Madame Pomfrey sent a warning glare to your group. James grins, leaning in your direction as he looks at you. “Brilliant.” His voice is a soft murmur, only meant for you. Madame Pomfrey’s glare dissolves into a knowing smile as she turns away, giving you both a moment of privacy.

James had a way of capturing people’s hearts by just being himself, he even managed to capture yours- and he doesn’t even think about letting it go.

May I please request a fic with James and a tomboy!reader? She’s into sports (namely quidditch, ofc), doesn’t mind getting dirty. Typical tomboy-ish stuff lmao!!! I’m not sure how to describe it. Whatever house you think is fitting will be fine by me :)

Thanks for the request darling! I hope this is what you had in mind! I’m not quite confident on how I wrote the reader but I hope it’s alright, this is my understanding of your request🥹 Thank you!(I was listening to “Everybody Talks” by Neon Trees when writing this!)

Bruises and Broomsticks

Pairing: James Potter x Reader

CW: Implied Fem!Reader (uses she/her pronouns), Reader getting injured, Jealous James, and Language. (2.4k words)

James doesn’t know how it happened or when it happened.

He viewed you as a great friend- even going as far as calling you an honorary marauder. James had always seen you as one of the guys, someone who could take a joke and throw a punch. Your laughter was infectious, your loyalty unwavering, and your spirit indomitable. You were the one who would challenge him to a race on brooms, who would formulate the best strategies for capturing the snitch, and who never backed down from a dare as ridiculous as spray painting a random wall in Hogwarts.

Although, there were moments that caught him off guard—like the way the sun caught in your hair during a late afternoon practice, or how your eyes sparkled with mischief before helping them plan a prank. It was in those quiet, unguarded moments that James found himself drawn to you.

James thought it probably was the way you care and defend everyone close to you with everything you got, or how you don’t care what people thought of you. You were confident to be yourself. Whatever it was, he realized his feelings for you ran deeper than he had ever anticipated.

“Marls!” You called, running to her (almost tripping) as you entered the Gryffindor common room, sporting an ever-growing bruise on your cheek. Marlene smiled, but quickly frowned as she spotted the purple-green blob on your cheek. “Godric! What happened to your face, Y/n?!”

James quickly perked u as he heard your name, pulling him out of the conversation he’s having with Remus. He watches as you shrugged, “Dolohov was messing with me again earlier.” Sirius grinned, emerging from the portrait a second behind you. “She was a menace, I tell you!” The tall boy barks out a laugh, backing you up as a toothy grin appeared on your face.

Poor James, one of these days he’s bound to have a heart attack if he hears another news of you getting into a fight.

James watched one of his best mates throw an arm around your shoulders, hyping you up. His jaw clenched, trying to mask the growing pit of jealousy in his otherwise calm demeanor. He couldn’t help the flare of jealousy that sparked within him each time Sirius got too close, each time his laughter mingled with yours in a way that made James’s heart race for all the wrong reasons. He knew Sirius meant no harm, that your friendship with the marauder was just that—friendship. But as James’s eyes followed the casual way Sirius’s hand rested on your shoulder, he felt a possessive urge to sweep you away from everyone. He thinks he should be the one who’s on your side.

Remus tried his best not to laugh; he leans to Peter beside him, whispering “Looks like Prong’s about to burst a blood vessel,” his voice low, laced with amusement and humor as Peter looked up from his essay.

James shot Remus a warning glance, but it was softened by the half-smile that betrayed his true feelings. “Shut it, Moony,” he said, though his eyes never left you.

“What happened?” Peter asked, most students lounging in the common room looked at you, awaiting your reply.

You placed your hands in the pockets of your worn-out wide legged jeans. “I beat the shit out of that fucker.” You shrugged, a triumphant smirk on your features.

As the common room erupted with laughter at your bold proclamation, James couldn’t help but feel his heart swell with pride. There you were, fearless and fierce, and utterly oblivious to the way he hung on to your every word, to the way his world seemed to orbit around you.

And perhaps, he thought, that was exactly as it should be. For now.

Remus looks at him with a mirth present on his face. “You know, Prongs, one of these days you’ll have to accept that Y/n can handle herself,” he said, nudging James with a knowing smile. James, however, couldn’t shake off the concern he felt. “It’s not about her handling herself, Moony,” he muttered, his gaze still fixed on you. “It’s about her getting hurt.”

Oblivious to James’s inner turmoil, you continued your tale. “So, I was minding my business when Dolohov suddenly appeared and was uttering how a muggle born like me shouldn’t be walking around and tainting the wizarding world.” You started, “His wand was pointed right at me, probably about to hex me. You know what I did?” You paused for dramatic effect; your eyes twinkling. The common room was silent, everyone hanging on your every word. “I grabbed the nearest ink pot and chucked it right at his nose. Got him square in the face!” You laughed, the sound rich and carefree. Sirius joined in, slapping his knee in amusement. “It looked like a squid inked him in the face!” he adds, “This sod charmed the ink, so it’ll stay for a week!” Sirius pointed at you.

"Sirius and I were laughing so hard, he managed to hit me in the face—can you believe he forgot to even use magic? I got him back; pretty sure my converse left a mark on the side of his face.” You couldn't help but grin, recounting the tale. Marlene shook her head, her earlier concern now replaced with admiration. "That's my Y/n right there!" she said proudly, "Never one to back down from a fight."

As the laughter died down, you caught James’s eye. He was trying to look stern, but the corners of his mouth betrayed him, curving into a reluctant smile. “Just be careful, okay?” he said softly, a rare display of tenderness from him.

You nodded, your smirk softening into a genuine smile. “Always am, Potter.”

And with that, you turned on your heel, your maroon converse thudding against the wooden floor as you made your way to the dorms, leaving a trail of whispers and a certain besotted Marauder in your wake.

“Merlin, Prongs. You never told us to be careful, just to bugger off.” Peter complained, Eliciting a grin from Sirius. “Luck’s not on our side, wormy. James doesn’t fancy us.” James gave Sirius a look.

“Don’t even deny it, Prongsie. You thought I couldn’t see you practically hexing me when I was beside her?” Sirius snorts, sitting beside Remus and leaning onto the boy’s shoulder who wrapped an arm around him.

James couldn’t find it in himself to disagree, nor did he want to. It was the truth, and it was out there now. James realized that this was a turning point, not just in his relationship with you, but in his own life. He was in love, truly and deeply, and it was time to embrace that reality.

Stepping out into the field in your quidditch uniform, you can hear the screams and chants echoing in your ears, the noise never fails you to get riled up. The vibrant green of the grass seemed to pulse with the energy of the crowd, the sky was a clear blue, a perfect backdrop for the game ahead. Feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline pumping through your veins, you gripped your broom tighter, an excited smile appearing on your face. You adjusted your goggles, the leather strap snug against your hair, and swung a leg over your broom.

James took in the sight of you, smiling softly. “Be safe, yeah?”

Shooting him a wink, you replied. “Aye aye, captain.”

The referee's whistle pierced the air, and with a powerful kick, you were airborne. The wind whipped past you, tangling your hair as you soared higher. Below, the field became a patchwork of colors, the players mere specks in a sea of movement. You were in your element, the broom an extension of your body as you weaved through the air seamlessly, air resistance got nothing on you.

The Quidditch match was in full swing, the stands filled with cheers and the sky a blur of players on brooms. You were a force to be reckoned with, dodging Bludgers and racing after the Quaffle with unmatched skill. But in a split second, everything changed. A rogue Bludger, charmed by Dolohov's dark magic, veered off course and struck you with a sickening crack that seemed to echo throughout the pitch.

The game halted as screams and shocked whispers echoed through the pitch. James, who saw the entire thing happen in front of him, stopped dead in his tracks. His heart plummeted and felt his body go cold as he watched you fall, your body limp and vulnerable. Without a second thought, he dove, catching you just before you hit the ground.

“What in Merlin’s name is going on?! Gryffindor’s quidditch star L/n has just been knocked off her broom!” The announcer sputters, also shocked at the event.

In the aftermath of the rogue Bludger's strike, James's instincts took over. With Y/n cradled in his arms, he flew to the ground, the rest of the world a blur. The screams from the stands faded into the background as he focused solely on you. Nothing else mattered, you were his priority. Damn that stupid match, he needs to make sure you’re okay.

"Y/n, can you hear me?" James's voice was steady, but his eyes were wide with pure unadulterated fear. He gently laid you on the grass, brushing away a strand of hair from your face.

Sirius landed next to James, “Prongs, what happened? How’s Y/n?” His voice was laced with worry, checking you for any possible injuries. Your other teammates shot each other worried glances; the match has been called off.

Madam Pomfrey rushed onto the field, her medical bag in hand. “Make way, students!” She yells, but James was hesitant to move away. "She’s going to be okay," the matron assured him, James looked in Madame Pomfrey’s eyes, trying but failing to know if she meant what she said. Other players and the audiences have been ushered out of the field.

James nodded, but he couldn't tear his gaze away from Y/n's still face. "I've got you," he whispered, more to himself than to her. "I won't let anything happen to you." Sirius gently pulls him away. “C’mon Prongs, let’s leave Madam Pomfrey to do her magic, yeah?”

The fear that gripped him was real, and it brought a clarity he'd never felt before. He loves you, and he needs you to be okay because Merlin forbid- he wouldn’t know what he’ll do if you aren’t.

He stayed close to you, not letting you out of his sight. Miraculously, Y/n stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She was hurt, but she was alive- that was enough for James for now. “Alright, love. We’ll get you to the Hospital Wing, just hang on.”

Your mind was hazy, you could make out two forms of people whom you guessed was James and Sirius. You groaned, the events earlier somehow getting clearer. “Fucking… Dolohov… I’ll get him back…” You muttered, sleep and exhaustion got the best of you.

As consciousness slowly crept back, your eyelids fluttered open, revealing the blurry outlines of the hospital wing. The ceiling came into focus, and a wave of relief washed over you. Well, you were glad you can still get revenge on that Slytherin wanker.

Turning your head, your gaze fell upon James. He was slumped in a chair beside your bed, his glasses askew, and his hair more tousled than usual. It was clear he hadn't moved from that spot since you’d been brought in.

"James?" Your voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper, making you cringe.

His head snapped up, his eyes wide with a mix of hope and fear. "Y/n? Oh, Merlin, you're awake," he breathed out, a smile breaking through his exhaustion. “That I am, have you been here this entire time?’ You asked, leaning to his direction to fix his glasses, effectively making him blush.

James' pursed his lips, trying hard not to show his hands that were slightly trembling as he clasped them together, trying to gather his thoughts. The sight of you lying there, injured, and vulnerable, had shaken him to the core. "I was terrified," he began, his voice barely above a whisper. "When I saw you fall during the game, my heart just... stopped."

You felt your heart fill with warmth, he moved closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "It made me realize how fragile everything is, how quickly things can change," he continued, his voice growing stronger with each word. "And it made me realize that I couldn't waste another moment hiding the truth from you.”

He takes a deep breath, reaching for your hand. His gaze earnest and unwavering, "I fancy you, and not just in some passing way. You mean everything to me, and the thought of losing you, of not having the chance to tell you how I feel... it's unbearable."

He paused, searching your face for any sign of how you were taking his words. "I don't want to wait for another scare to be honest with you. I want to be there for you, to protect you, and to be someone you can rely on. If you'll let me."

The room was filled with a tense silence as James awaited your response, his confession hanging between you like a delicate thread, ready to weave a new beginning or unravel at the slightest touch.

“Is this your way of saying you’re in love with me, Potter?” You smiled, which prompted James to roll his eyes playfully.

“I’m being serious, darling.” His thumb softly caressed the back of your hand, "I love you too, pothead. You’re an idiot for not saying it sooner." You laughed, teasing the boy beside you but your fingers curled into his, holding on just as firmly.

“I am your idiot, darling.” he replied, a soft chuckle escaping him as he leaned forward, his forehead resting gently against yours.

Looking into his eyes, you can see the rawness of emotion he feels, you know everything he had said was genuine. It was a look that cannot be put into words. In that moment, everything that had happened on the Quidditch pitch, every fear and confession, seemed to solidify into something undeniable.

Neither of you needed to speak; your hands entwined with James speak volumes. You gave his hand a weak squeeze, a silent promise that you were there, you were with him, and you weren’t going anywhere.

Foolish Heart

Pairing: James Potter x Fem! Reader CW: James being oblivious to reader’s feelings, Sirius teasing, and as always- language. (1.7k words) Summary: You’ve had the biggest crush on James ever since you can remember, so imagine how hard it is to see your best friend since diapers pine over Lily Evans. The other Marauders decided to make James realize who he truly likes all along.

Note: I was listening to Hozier’s (my love) “Almost (Sweet Music)” When I suddenly thought of this idea randomly, soooooo yeah, enjoy! My updates might be slower now since I have school, but my requests/asks are still open if anyone wants to talk to me! I'd still be active on Tumblr : )

Be still, my foolish heart. Don’t ruin this on me.

It was your mantra, every time you saw James. Everything he did was perfect in your eyes; the way he hummed, eyes twinkling as he thought of a plan on how to execute their pranks, down to the way he laughed. It was heavenly, dancing around the air, lingering- as if a beautiful melody waiting to be heard by you.

And yet, you were a silent audience, watching from a far distance as he basks in the glow of Lily Evans.

Lily. The name itself was a symphony, a haunting refrain that echoed in the back of your mind. She was everything you weren’t, couldn’t be—confident, radiant, and effortlessly captivating. Her hair, a cascade of fiery red, framed her face like a halo. And James? Well, he was her devoted troubadour, strumming his heartstrings to the rhythm of her laughter.

He was hypnotized by Lily’s glow; and you were fixed on his warmth. His laughter was like sunlight filtering through leaves, warming the coldest corners of your aching and bitter heart. You wondered if he knew the ache of unrequited love—the way it makes you feel like you’re drowning in heartache, making you gasp for air.

You’d known James since you were in nappies, a strong bond forming from cheeky smiles, little adventures, empty promises, bruised knees, and grass-stained bottoms. Childhood friends; both of you are inseparable. But, unknowingly to the bespectacled boy, you slowly saw him in a different light, making you crave more about what your current relationship with him is.

James was the sun, and you were the moon—forever caught in his orbit, but never close enough to touch.

You watched as he stumbled over his words, trying to impress Lily with Quidditch tales and his pranks. And you? You were the silent observer, scribbling poems in the margins of your potions textbook.

As you settled in your usual seat next to James in the great hall, Sirius grinned, a mischievous glint evident in his eyes. “Sit beside me, pretty girl!”  He pulled you next to him, slinging an arm around your shoulder as he grabbed an apple and handed it to you. “Good morning to you too, Paddie.” You rolled your eyes playfully, obliging and sitting next to the long-haired boy and grabbing your favorite fruit from his grasp.

Remus, the ever observant one out of the group knowingly looks at Sirius as if to say, ‘I know what you’re doing’. Peter only mumbled a ‘good morning’ before going back to shoving his breakfast in his mouth, blissfully unaware of the brewing tension.

James frowned; he didn’t like the change. Not. One. Bit.

This was new- you not sitting beside him? Can someone pinch him right now since the sod thinks he might be dreaming.

James kept his mouth shut, although he couldn’t help but glance every now and then at you and Sirius chatting across the table, sporting a frown as he stabbed the eggs with a rather excessive force before showing the food on his mouth. Of course, his actions didn’t go unnoticed in the eyes of Sirius Black.

“Something wrong, Prongs?” he asked, not even bothering to hide the grin on his face as he leaned in. Never once did James think he would like to see Sirius’ smirk wiped off his face.

“Y/n sits beside me.” His jaw clenched.

You tried your best to act nonchalantly, fighting off the blush forming in your cheeks as you felt the all too familiar butterflies in your stomach.

Ah, the heartache in those words—the unspoken longing. Remus had seen it before, masked behind his bravado. James Potter, the mischief-maker, the Quidditch star, the one who chased after Lily Evans with unwavering determination. But the werewolf knew better. He saw the way he looked at you when he thought no one was watching. The way his laughter softened when you were near. The way he defended you even when you didn’t need defending.

“So? Make Red sit beside you or something.” Sirius raised a brow. You looked at Sirius with a confused look on your face, just what was up with him today?

Red. Lily Evans. The one who James practically confesses his undying love for every week. You know damn well you were not Red, and that you will never be Red.

You were Y/n- the one who held his hand when he was scared of the dark, who followed him on little adventures throughout Potter Manor when you were kids, and the one who exchanged secrets with him with hushed whispers under the moonlit skies.

But being the sod he is, he did. He had hurt you again without even knowing as he invited Lily next to him.

It went on for several weeks, each passing day hurt more than the last. It seemed like he was slowly becoming out of your reach, but Sirius was there, offering you support, and secretly trying to make James realize that he’d been hopelessly in love with you ever since the beginning of time.

The unspoken tension between you grew thicker. Sirius and the others watched, amused and exasperated. Remus, the wise one, shared knowing glances with you. Peter, ever loyal, tried to be mediator between James’s heart and his head.

Then it finally happened, James couldn’t handle it anymore. He cracked.

You were the fresh air he takes in, the anchor that keeps him still, a constant presence in his life. James Potter knew it would hurt if you weren’t by his side, but Merlin- he didn’t know it would hurt this much. He wants you- he needs you.

One stormy night in the Gryffindor Common room was the time he decided to tell you what’s going on in his mind. It was the perfect timing, really. Only him, you and the other Marauders were present in the room, the other students already headed to the dorms, as it was almost curfew.

James sighed, finally standing, and walking towards your direction, his eyes were vulnerable. “Y/n,” he began, voice trembling as he stumbles over his words. “I’ve been an idiot.”

You hummed in agreement, trying to look busy as you reread the last sentence over and over in the page of your book, “That’s not new, Potter.”

“Lily—she’s not the one I want. It’s always been you.”

It felt like the whole world stopped, the fire that was roaring suddenly stilled, your friends sat silently, frozen in shock.  All you can hear is your heart thumping loudly in your chest.

James’ gaze bore into yours, his eyes searching for a response. His hand trembled where it reached for yours, holding it tightly, fearing you'd pull away from his touch.

“James, what? If this is some kind of ploy to play with me-“

“Y/n,” he said, his voice raw, “I’ve loved you since we were kids. I was a bloody fool to deny it every time I see you."

“James,” you whispered, your throat tight, “what about Lily?”

He cupped your face, his thumb brushing your cheek as he chuckled lightly "Evans had noticed it even before I did. Said I was a knobhead for not realizing sooner." he said.

James’s gaze softened.  “You’re the girl who followed me on little adventures, who defended me during Quidditch matches, who knows my deepest fears and silliest dreams. I was fucking terrified to ruin our friendship just because I saw you more than my best friend.”

Biting your lip, you felt the all-too-familiar tears pricking your eyes. His confession made your insides warm, fuzzy, and light. You never told him how you truly felt- keeping it to yourself as you watched him chase after Lily, being supportive of him even though it kills you inside. You could deal with that; you’d be happy as long as James would be happy. Even if it’s with Lily.

Although, he was here, in front of you. Telling you that he also loves you, that he hadn’t realized it until years after.

“James, you were never just a best friend to me.” You whispered, “I was scared- terrified that you would never see me in the way that I saw you. I didn’t tell you because I would rather love you in the sidelines rather than lose you altogether.”

James’ eyes softened, he leaned closer to you; his forehead touching yours, his breath fanning your lips as he smiled softly. “I wouldn’t let you do that now, you’d be in the center of my life, where you belong.”

He placed his hand gently on your back, pulling you closer to him. “Let’s not waste any more time, yeah? We already did that for most of our years already.” James didn’t wait for you to reply when he leaned down and kissed you, cupping your face gently.

Neither of you heard your friends cheering, the fire crackling, or the rain tapping out your window.

In that moment, it felt as if you and James were the only ones in the world, you were in your own little bubble of happiness. Both of you had foolish hearts, and it had finally found each other after years and years of looking.

James Potter Dating Sirius’ Younger Sister (Head Canons)

Note: These are just random stuff, it has been sitting in my notes app for a month or so? Enjoyy

Oh boy, you are in for a wild ride; just imagine all the chaos this would bring. Best believe you always have a stupid prank to worry about around the corner when your brother and boyfriend are pranksters.

You were a year younger than Sirius, being the middle child, and Regulus the youngest, it wasn’t surprising that you were kind of shunned by Walburga and Orion. You’re a girl, you cannot pass the Black family name onto your children, you were also not the heir. Luckily, big brother Sirius quickly took you under his wing and became the parent figure in your life.

You were sorted into Slytherin, along with Regulus much to your older brother’s dismay.

He threw a fucking fit and practically felt his soul leave his body the first time you told him. Sirius even went as far as tearing up and looking out the window, defeated. (And quite dramatically)

“You should’ve been a Gryffindor, Y/n! I don’t even know why the sorting hat put you in that evil house!” Sirius huffed, pouting.

“Regulus is also in the same house as me, brother.”

“Well it was quite obvious that he was meant to be a Slytherin, Regulus has a stick up his a-“

Although the Marauders mainly pranks the Slytherin students, you were an exception. How could Sirius prank his adorable little sister? You don’t deserve it! (also because James is a tad bit overprotective when it comes to you, Sirius just chalks it up as James being respectful to his younger sibling.)

“Siri, please don’t make Reggie suffer too much.” You plead to your older brother, puppy eyes activating as you heard their plans to set a nasty prank to slytherin students earlier. Sirius’ features soften, “Alright, I’ll talk to James. He’ll be the one to decide.” He pats your head, already formulating an apology for the prank he’s sure will not be cancelled.

James has been harboring feelings ever since he saw you on the train ride to Hogwarts with Sirius in his second year, so it was quite obvious what his opinion is on the matter.

Sirius randomly starts later that evening, “Prongs, Y/n was asking if you could exempt Regulus in our prank-“

“Oh don’t worry I’ll cancel it.”

Peter sputters “You’ll what?”

James looked at them “What? Let’s give them a day off.” Remus did a double take and actually sets his book down after placing his book mark. Yeah, that's how you know it's serious.

“We’ve been planning this for months-“

“Did I stutter, Wormtail?”

The hold you had on James though, seriously.

James Potter is whipped for Y/n Black.

You want some food that the house elves didn't prepare for dinner? Don't worry, James is on the case! He will run to the kitchens and bribe the house elves to make you some of your favorite dishes and what you're craving.

“What’s with the long face, princess?” Sirius asks, seeing you slump down next to him, looking quite defeated.

“Just some housemates, I couldn’t study well because of them.” You grumbled, pulling out your Herbology textbook and trying to focus.

Prongs frowned, snapping him out of his daydreams (which were probably about you.)

“Who?”

James want names.

Who dared interrupt his sweet girl’s (still not his girl though but we don’t talk about that) study session?!

Remus, being the observant sod he is, looks at Prongs, amusement swimming in his eyes as he takes in James’ angry and protective form.

Remus and Peter already has a hunch that Prongs fancy Padfoot’s little sister like… about a few months or so?

James doesn’t really even try to hide it, although it was one of the greatest unsolved mysteries on how Sirius still hasn’t figured it out.

“You reckon Padfoot’s just playing dumb? Even an oaf could see Prongs making heart eyes at Y/n.” Peter stated, snacking on some chocolate frogs as he sat on his bed.

Remus rolled his eyes, also sitting in his bed at their dorm room. The boys in conversation were in their quidditch practice. “He’s quite thick, I bet he wouldn’t even know until they started dating.”

“But Y/n’s innocent- doesn’t even know how lovesick James is.”

Peter was utterly wrong about that part.

You know that James likes you, although you try to ignore it, you can’t.

Because you like him back.

“Go out with me?”

You felt yourself blanch, hearing the familiar cheeky voice behind you.

You nearly broke your neck as you spun around to see James holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers while sporting a nervous smile.

“Does my brother know this?”

“Do you think I’d still be here alive when I tell him I’m utterly in love with his younger sister?”

Sirius almost busted a blood vessel when he found out.

Remus had to physically restrain him from lunging at James.

Yea sure, Sirius views James as his brother from another mother BUT BROTHER-IN-LAW?

“Bloody hell, Pads! Calm your balls down!” Remus grunts, back hugging the boy as he desperately tries to wriggle out of his mate’s grasp.

“No! Let me go, Moony! I just want to have a chat with Prongs!”

“Chat my ass! You were about to bloody knock the living daylights out of him earlier!”

It took a while for Sirius to wrap his head around how one of his brother-from-another-mother fancies his younger sibling.

He won’t lie, he felt betrayed by James for a short amount of time. He distanced himself (for a day, lol) but of course, he couldn’t stay mad at James.

Realistically speaking? James and Remus are the ones who are good enough to date you for Sirius.

“Do you love him?”

Sirius approached you one time in a random hallway. Youwere caught off guard with his question. You never saw your brother serious like that before.

“Sirius, what are you talking about?” You tried to feign innocence, but Sirius saw through that.

“James. I know he fancies you. Have you been shagging-“

You quickly clamped Sirius’ mouth with your hand, looking at your surroundings to check if anyone heard what he said.

“Salazar’s balls, brother! I still have my virtue!” You hissed, “Besides, I’m saving it for marriage.” You told him, making his tense shoulders relax.

“Atleast there’s something good that came out of those boring lectures Walburga taught us.”

“I am not a whore like you, brother.” You snickered, a playful smirk present on your face as Sirius slowly processed what you said.

“Why you little-“

It would take some adjustments for Sirius as he slowly takes in the fact that you and James started dating.

It doesnt help the fact that James always proclaims his undying love for you every chance he gets, which is every time.

Although, before he even asks you to be his girl, he talked to Sirius first, asking for his blessing.

Who is Sirius to deny his little sister and Prong’s happiness?

“I just love her so much…” James sighs dreamily, watching you from the Gryffindor table as you ate in silence beside Regulus, who was uncomfortable and tries to shield you from James’ looks (which he finds creepy).

Sirius can feel his eye twitch.

“Can you stop that Prongs? Just say that to her when you’re alone in a room.”

James frowned, “But you don’t allow us to be alone-“

“Exactly, Prongs. I don’t care if she’s your girlfriend—wife even. She’s my younger sister.”

James perked up, “So you’re alright with her being my wife?!”

Hogsmeade dates with James always.

“Honey, you don’t have to get me that necklace.”

He would buy you anything and everything you land your eyes upon more than 1.5 seconds.

He frowns, looking like a kicked puppy. “But you were staring at it!”

“It just crossed my line of vision-“

James certainly went back and secretly bought it for you.

No one can stop him when it comes to spoiling you.

Effie and Fleamont absolutely adores you.

“So, when is the wedding?” Effie smiled, looking at you and James expectantly

Cue Sirius choking in the background.

You blushed as James cleared his throat awkardly, a beet red blush already dusting his cheeks. “Mum…”

Effie blinks, acting innocent. “What? You guys are about to graduate from Hogwarts in… three months or so!”

Your family found out about the relationship.

Walburga’s stinging slap was marked on your cheek. “Have we taught you nothing, girl?!”

Regulus watched worriedly from the side, feeling helpless as Walburga continued to shout and curse at you.

“You good for nothing brat! I should’ve married you off ages ago! To think you’d turn out to be your older brother… Leave! And never come back as you will be no longer welcomed in the house of black!”

Regulus begged to take him with you.

Having nowhere else to go, you knocked on the door of the Potter Manor tiredly, holding your suitcase and Regulus looking around nervously.

Sirius was the one who answered the door.

“she hit you…” James muttered lowly, softly placing his warm hands on your cheek.

“It’s nothing, James.” You shrugged.

“We’ve suffered worse. I’m sure you’ve known that by now.” Regulus told him quietly, not looking up from his cup of warm tea before his eyes flickered to Sirius.

From that moment on, everything seemed to be better.

You’re happy to get out of the abusive household. Bringing Regulus with you, being reunited with your older brother, and hanging out with your boyfriend anytime you want.

Finally graduated from Hogwarts, James decided to pop the question.

“Padfoot..? You in there?” James nervously knocked on Sirius’ bedroom door.

“In here, Prongs! Hold on.” James heard shuffling before the door opened to reveal Sirius rubbing his eyes, seemingly woken up from a nap. He opened the door to let James in his room.

Sirius eyes him, noticing how fidgety one of his best friends are, his mind assumed the worst.

“I swear to Merlin, Prongs. If you got her pregnant and don’t plan to be responsible for it I’ll-“

James sputters, “What?! No! No one’s having a baby!”

Sirius visibly relaxed, “Then what’s gotten you looking so troubled?”

James pulls out a velvet box from his pocket and opened it to reveal an engagement ring.

“Erm… I’m not Y/n, Prongs.”

Cue a face palm from James, “I’m planning to marry your sister, not you, Pads. I’m asking for your blessing.”

Sirius didn’t think twice before giving him his blessing.

Which was why he and Regulus were dragged alongside Remus and Peter to plan a prefect surprise proposal.

“No no, it’s a bit crooked on the right.” James told Regulus, who was setting up the picnic blanket.

“Sirius, remind me again why I have decided to help this stupidly nervous sod?” He deadpanned to his brother.

“It’s for Y/n, Reggie.”

Regulus frowns, scrunching up his nose as he watches James run around like a headless chicken who’s trying to oversee everything.

“Right…”

“Where’s the ring?!”

Regulus could only sigh as he watched James panicking and looking in every nook and cranny, searching for the velvet box with the ring inside— that was obvious in his back pocket, where he placed it five minutes ago.

Self-Destruct [One]

Pairing: James Potter x Fem! Reader, Sirius Black x Fem! Reader

Synopsis: Y/n Holstein tends to self-sabotage when something good happens, such as James Potter who came into her dark and dreary world like a ray of sunshine that she never knew she needed.

CW: Family pressure and hints of abuse by Walburga (3.1k words)

Note: The ending is cute guys don't worry! Welcome to the first chapter, enjoy!🫶🏻

The Burden of a Legacy

It was always like this.

You felt like your feet were planted to the ground; hearing your mother’s thundering voice inside your father’s study was the glue that kept you in your place as you stood outside the seemingly enormous dark oak door that separates you from them.

“Must I tell you again and again to be careful with your words, Ludwig?”

Callista thundered, her dark green dress swaying as she marched up in front of him.

Ludwig looked up from the documents he’s currently reading, his cold and emotionless gaze is a stark contrast to his wife’s fiery glare.

Taking a long drag from his cigarette, he replied, “You spoil her— coddling her too much. You give in to her every whim, which made her soft.”

You bit your lip, your stare almost burning a hole in the door. Feeling the all-too-familiar prickling sensation in your eyes, you tried to hold it in. After all you’ve done to prove yourself— to please him, it still wasn’t enough?

“She is just a child!” Callista scoffed, “Are you hearing yourself? That is your child-“she was interrupted by Ludwig.

“That is precisely why I do this for her, my love. It’s for her own good.” his eyes turned steely, “I am simply preparing her.”

“For what?! What is it that you must prepare her for just to excuse your behavior towards your own child?!” she yelled exasperatedly.

Ludwig paid no mind to his wife’s antics; he calmly sets his cigarette down the ash tray; the billowing smoke fills the air with a faint hint of tobacco.

“It may seem simple in your eyes, my love.” He starts, clearing his desk before clasping his hands together, “It is much more than her attending Hogwarts to have fun, make friends, or study— She’s already far off compared to her peers; Our child is gifted, destined for greatness.”

He nods to himself, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. “She is there to make connections— form new alliances.”

"She is just a child, yet you burden her with expectations that would weigh heavily on the shoulders of even the most seasoned wizard!" Callista cried out, her voice a mixture of despair and fury.

"You see her as an extension of us, an extension of the family legacy! Like she is a mere pawn in the chessboard of wizarding politics, but she is more than that, Ludwig. Y/n is more than just the heir of our house."

Ludwig stood, his height towering over Callista. “Yes, she is more, and that is why she must be strong. Our world is not kind to the weak, nor does it spare the naive. She must be ready to stand against the tides that would seek to sweep her away.”

Callista's eyes softened, "At what cost? Must our daughter grow up before her time, robbed of the joys that she should experience?" She saw how Ludwig falter, a rare glimpse of conflict was plastered on his face for a split second before turning impassive, yet again.

“The cost is high, indeed. But the cost of failure, of weakness, is far greater. She must not only survive; she must thrive. She must lead.”

The room fell silent, the tension hanging thick as the smoke from Ludwig’s cigarette. Callista knew her husband’s resolve was unyielding, but she also knew the love he has for their daughter. It was a love entangled in fear and hope, he wants their daughter to surpass him, to surpass everyone else.

In that silence, they both understood the burden that was placed upon their child, the only heir of their house. A burden of greatness, of expectations, and of a legacy that must be upheld. The path would be difficult, but it was the path they had chosen for her, and one day, she would have to walk it alone.

Dearest Sirius,

               I hope this letter finds you well. I have already received my Hogwarts acceptance letter, I am assuming you also did, so congratulations. However, I still need to purchase a wand and other necessities, would you like to accompany me? Mother is also coming with us if you do wish to join.

               I will be waiting for your reply.

                                                                                                                              Your friend,

Y/n Holstein

You set the parchment down and let it dry for a minute before folding it and have your family owl send it to 12 Grimmauld Place. Not long after, the owl came and was perched in your window, tapping the glass with its beak as a letter was tied to his foot.

“Oh, that’s quick…” You quickly untied the letter and gave the owl a treat and some pets before it flew away. Sitting at the foot of your bed, you ripped the wax seal open and read Sirius’ elegant handwriting— not that you would admit it, of course. His ego is higher than the Eiffel tower, it’s immeasurable.

My beautiful bride,

               You are already aware how it is for me here, so why bother asking? Of course I would love to go with you! I have already informed mother and she surprisingly agreed, we will be there in the morning. Mother will accompany me through the Floo network to your manor. I cannot wait!

                                                                                                                        Your oh-so-loving future husband,

Sirius Orion Black

Your face scrunches in annoyance at the nickname; Sirius isn’t wrong though; you actually are betrothed to the Heir of the house of Black. Once both of you reach the mature age of seventeen, you are to be married to each other.

Carefully setting the letter down, you exited your room and searched for your mother in the vast gardens of your estate.

After a couple minutes of searching, you sighed. “Cinder?” Calling out, you heard a pop in front of you almost immediately.

“Young mistress?”

“Where is my mother, Cinder? I have to speak to her.”

“Mistress Holstein is in the gazebo.” Cinder replied, you hummed, “Alright. Thank you, Cinder.”

Just like that, the house elf nodded and disappeared with a pop.

You started to walk towards the gazebo, reaching it in under five minutes. As you neared, you noticed she wasn’t alone, she was conversing with Druella Black, Sirius’ aunt.

“My darling girl, care to join us for tea?” Your mother asks, greeting you with a smile. Smiling back, you replied, “It’s alright, mother. Good day, Mrs. Black.” Druella offered you a polite smile.

“Good day to you too, miss Holstein.”

Callista sets down her teacup down the table, placing her elegant perfectly in her lap as she raised an eyebrow at you, “Now now, it’s unlike you to join your poor mother for teatime. What seems to be the problem, my dear?”

You try to hide the blush on your face as you heard Druella chuckle quietly, “I just wanted to let you know that Sirius will come with us tomorrow.” Callista smiled, clapping her hands together. “That’s wonderful!”

“Going on a little date, perhaps?” Druella grinned, looking at you as she sipped her tea. Your cheeks turned a shade brighter, “We will shop for school requirements tomorrow, I don’t think dates will happen anytime soon.” Callista chuckled.

“You never know, they will be attending Hogwarts soon.”

“I’m sure that young Sirius is a refined gentleman, Walburga teaches her sons well.”

The air became heavy as Druella tried to hide her pursed lips, “Yes, she does.” she uttered before taking a long sip, which went unnoticed by your mother.

"Sirius." Walburga's voice thundered, going down the staircase with Regulus behind her.

Sirius' smile was wiped from his face as he stood up from the couch to greet his mother, his hair combed neatly to the side, and not a single speck of dust in his clothes.

"Mother." Sirius greeted, Walburga walked towards him with an unreadable expression before kneeling down his height and digging her fingers into his shoulders.

"You listen to me well, Sirius." She warned Sirius. He tried his absolute best not to whimper since he knows that the punishment will be worse. "If I ever heard you misbehave or do something that can tarnish the family name— you know what entails."

Regulus looked at his brother worriedly, twiddling his thumbs. He truly wanted to protect his brother, to stand between him and their mother but Sirius told him to not get in the way under any circumstances. Sirius cannot risk his brother being hurt by anyone— they need to get through him first.

Walburga didn’t wait for her son’s reply before practically pulling him beside her and flooing to the Holstein manor. Regulus looked, a small twinge of jealousy as they disappeared, wishing he could also escape this suffocating household for just a short while.

Callista chuckles, shaking her head lovingly as you practically looked at the fireplace of your manor every ten seconds.

“My my, is someone impatient?” She nears, making you widen your eyes and stiffen your body. Ah, caught red handed, weren’t you?

“I am simply just waiting for Lady Black and Sirius to arrive, mother.”

She gave you a knowing smile, “Hm is that so?”

“Yes, mother.” The blush on your face says otherwise, but your mother decided not to tease you any longer as the fireplace roared to reveal Walburga Black holding Sirius who looked excited.

You nearly jumped out of your seat, rushing over as Callista follows you behind, hiding a smile directed at you and Sirius as she greets Walburga.

“Lady Black, it is such a pleasure for you to allow Sirius to come with us.” You saw your mother offer a polite smile to the pale and beautiful woman in front of her.

“The pleasure is all mine, Lady Holstein. After all, our children will wed when they come of age, so it is ideal for him to spend time with his future wife.” Walburga hummed, turning to look at her child. “Isn’t that right, my darling?”

Sirius could only nod as his blush overtook his features, it took him a few seconds to actually utter out a response. “Yes, mother. Good morning, Lady Holstein.” He bowed in greeting, his stance is perfect, and his movements were fluid. He is one of the picture-perfect pureblood heirs in the wizarding world after all.

Callista smiles and greets him back, you took it as a sign to greet his mother too. “Good morning, Lady Black. Thank you for letting Sirius accompany me.” You curtsied.

 Walburga hummed approvingly, observing you. “Good morning to you too, miss Holstein. Very well, I’m afraid I must go, Lady Holstein. My younger son, Regulus, might be looking for me.”

You didn’t miss the grimace Sirius did, Callista chuckled, oblivious to his reaction. “Ah, of course! I wouldn’t want to keep your child waiting.” Walburga smiles politely, shooting a discreet look in Sirius’ direction before walking towards the fireplace, the roaring flames engulfed her form and transport her back to their home.

“Look! Aren’t those the Holstein’s and Black’s heirs?” Someone gasped.

“Merlin, so it’s true then? They’ve arranged a marriage between those kids…”

“They’re powerful enough, why do they even need to marry each other?”

“You know how the Blacks are… and the Holsteins always wants the best.”

“Look how they’re holding hands! Quite rare to find young love in those pure bloods, eh?”

Whispers surrounded you as soon as you stepped foot into the streets of Diagon Alley. You can feel their eyes follow the three of you while walking beside your mother and Sirius. “Do not mind them, children.” Callista took yours and Sirius’ hands as you entered the first shop that marks the start of your shopping trip; Ollivanders.

The bell above the door of Ollivanders tinkles as you step inside. The air is thick with the scent of aged wood and magic. Your mother, sensing your nervousness, squeezed your hands in assurance.

The sound makes Mr. Ollivander stop and peer to the entrance of the shop as he was currently arranging boxes of wands. He widened his eyes in recognition and abandons his task at hand as he greets you and Sirius. “Ah, Ms. Holstein and Mr. Black! I must say, I’ve been waiting for you both.” He says, with a noticeable twinkle in his eyes.

You weren’t quite sure what to say, luckily, Callista conversed with the man. “Mr. Ollivander, lovely to see you.” She nods politely.

Ollivander quickly goes to his shelves full of wands and takes out two boxes, placing it on his desk and revealing two beautiful wands. He then gave a wand each for you and Sirius.

You gently held it in your hands, staring in wonder. The wand felt warm in your hand, seemingly tingling with magic that is waiting to be released by the right wizard. You bet Sirius’ expression’s the same as you heard him suck in a breath and admire the sleek fancy wand in his hand.

Ollivander grinned, “Well? Go on, give it a flick! You may go first, miss Holstein!” You bit your lip and flicked the wand pointing at the direction of a bookshelf. You watched it quiver, books falling down and opening, the books spewed out papers all over the place at a fast rate. It made you quickly place the wand at the table, and took a step back, near your mother and Sirius, cringing as you felt eyes on you.

Another mistake. Stupid girl, stupid Holstein.

“Oh my! Not the one apparently…” Ollivander murmured, flicking his wand to restore the bookshelf's original state. Sirius noticed your reaction and reached for your hand, squeezing it gently.

“No need to worry Miss Holstein! Happens all the time.” Ollivander shot you a kind smile before motioning Sirius to do the same. If you weren't so embarrassed, you would've let out a chuckle as Sirius sets the same bookshelf on fire. Merlin, the damn shelf must've been so traumatized already.

Ollivander hummed, flicking his wand as he willed the fire to disappear. "Hm, definitely not." He grabbed both wands and went to the back of his shop, mumbling to himself and picking out a few boxes for you and Sirius to try out.

After a few unsuccessful attempts from you and Sirius, (nearly blasted the windows of the shop and made one shelf collapse) you were finally presented with your wands— at least, what you'd like to think, you can't handle another embarrassing accident happening inside the shop. Just what will your father think?

"This might just be the one," Ollivander took out a wand from its box and placed it to your unsure and hesitant palms.

"Eleven inches, holly with a phoenix feather core. Quite a powerful one, if you ask me. Picky too, been sitting in my shop for a long time." He nods thoughtfully, mumbling as he studied you and the wand.

You gulped inaudibly, great— another chance for embarrassment.

Although, it wasn't like the previous wands you've tried. This feels... light? It also molds into your hand, as if it was exclusively made for you, strange.

You gave it a flick, expecting something to get destroyed, but you were pleasantly shocked as it illuminated a glow. Ollivander smiled in approval and Callista lets out a soft gasp.

"It seems that you were the witch the wand was waiting for all along." You felt immense pride as you admired the wand in all its beauty.

Sirius then tried his next, a sleek ebony wand. instead of it glowing, a sudden gust of wind out of nowhere suddenly danced around him, messing up some lf his wavy locks in the process.

"A match as well." Ollivander hums approvingly. Grinning, he takes the wands and proceeds to pack it.

"Fourteen galleons for the two wands." Ollivander smiled, Callista then proceeded to give the money before getting the wands and leaving the shop with you and Sirius in tow.

"Where to next, mother?" You asked, walking alongside her and trying to match her pace as you three navigated the bustling streets of Diagon Alley.

"Flourish and Blotts, my dears. You both have your lists, correct?" Callista asked as they neared the famous bookshop. Sirius replied, "I have them memorized, Lady Holstein."

Callista grins at him, patting his head. "Even better." You huffed, looking at Sirius who grinned at you teasingly. "Show off."

Upon entering, you were greeted with shelves upon shelves of parchment, quills, and spell books one might need in their education at Hogwarts. Sirius picked up a book titled “The Standard Book of Spells” while you grabbed “A Beginner’s Guide to Transfiguration.”

“Excited?” Sirius asks, his gray eyes locking onto yours. His cheeks flush, and you wonder if he’s thinking about more than just textbooks. "You can say that."

After successfully shopping for books, you all agreed to have lunch as it was already afternoon. Callista turned towards both of you, "Where would you like to eat, my dearests?"

You hummed, deep in thought as Sirius shuffled around a bit awkwardly. "Erm, mother don't usually let us eat outside our home, Lady Holstein." Callista raised her eyebrows in surprise, "Is that so?" She turned to look at you, it seems like you can't pick. "Well, how about I choose for today? Will that be alright?"

You both agreed, as you both followed Callista, you felt a random kid almost knock you over, luckily, Sirius was there to prevent you from an embarrassing fall. "Oh! Sorry, I didn't see you!" The boy apologized, picking up his fallen glasses beside your feet as you stared him down. It seemed like he's around your age and most probably shopping for school supplies as well. His face isn't that familiar to you, is he perhaps a half-blood or a muggleborn? "I suggest you get your glasses checked, it's quite alarming as you already have one on and is still having difficulties figuring out if you are walking towards a person or not." You replied, quite annoyed as you dusted off your clothes.

The boy frowned as he adjusted his glasses on his face and stood on his full height. It seems like he's almost the same height as Sirius, just a bit taller. "That's not nice." The urge to sneer was becoming more impossible to control. "Your body slamming into me isn't all that pleasant too."

Sirius frowned, looking at the two of you. "Come on, Y/n." He pulled you away, not wanting to get into any fights. "Your mother is waiting." You finally relented, looking at the corner of your eyes as you slowly walk away to see his gaze fixed on you before his mother calls out to him, effectively breaking the eye contact shared between both of you. What a weird and quite annoying encounter, like a jinx out of nowhere.

fake dating with james? major angst end with fluff?

okay, to be completely candid with you guys, this is my first time writing like this. i’ve never really done fics or even small drabbles before, so i deeply apologize if this is the worst thing you’ve ever read. i promise i’m trying to get better. this has also been sitting in my drafts for so long, since i couldn’t decide how to end it.

summary: you fell in love with your fake boyfriend. he fell in love with you, too.

warning: not as much angst, sorry </3. fluff, horrible writing, a lot of rushing. james rants ab his love for you

Dating James was like a dream, truly. Even though it was fake, meant to just be a ruse to make Lily jealous, he made it seem like it was perfectly real. He walked you to every class, offered you his jumper the moment you shook in the slightest, gave you his breakfast if you were still hungry. He even made sure to throw in a grand gesture every once in a while — a large bouquet of flowers, buying you a nice outfit or that expensive perfume you wanted but couldn’t afford. Anything he could do.

The only problem was how much you liked dating him. It was hard to remind yourself that it was all fake — that it was all happening just to make another girl jealous, because that’s who he was in love with. Lily. Not you. And it broke your heart every time you were reminded of that. Every time he’d kiss your cheek and murmur something about Lily watching, whenever he’d come to you with so much excitement over the plan working, whenever he’d immediately pull away as soon as you two were alone. It all hurt.

And that was why you had to end it. Today, before you could chicken out and let yourself get lost in something that’s not real.

“James? Can we talk?” You questioned softly once you found him in his dorm room, Remus and Sirius studying something on one of the beds, and Peter trying to make light conversation. “Um — somewhere private.”

“Yeah, of course.” The bespectacled boy gave you a grin, quickly slapping Sirius lightly on top of the head to signal for him and Remus to leave, before nodding his head for Peter to do the same. After a few grumbles, the three eventually left the room, leaving both you and James alone. “Hey, did you see Lily at breakfast today? Marls said she was ‘bout ready to stab someone, must mean the plan’s working.”

“Right, yeah, that’s great, James.” You murmured distantly, almost as if you weren’t really listening, which was what caught James attention. A frown came over his face and he took a step closer to you, tilting his head slightly in confusion.

“Is something wrong? What did you want to talk about?”

“Us. I mean — this whole dating thing. Fake dating thing.” You clarified, mentally sighing at how nervous you already were. It was already proving to be more difficult than you could handle.

“I think we should end this.”

“This? The plan? No. Why would we do that?” James questioned frantically, his frown only growing. Truly, he didn’t know if he was upset because he didn’t want to backtrack with Lily, or if it was because he didn’t want to stop being with you.

“Because, it ran it’s course. It worked, it did what it was supposed to do. I think going on any longer would just be beating a dead horse, y’know? And you can’t exactly get with Lily if you have a girlfriend, even if it’s fake.”

“No — No, we have to keep going. We’re not done yet,” James was trying to come up with a reason. He didn’t know why, you did have a point. But the idea of ending things caused a feeling in his gut, and he didn’t like it. “There — there’s the Yule Ball. We can’t break up before the Yule Ball.”

“Ask Lily. I overheard her talking with Marlene and Mary about how she wished she could go with you.”

“Then I’d just seem like an asshole who left his girlfriend for another girl.”

“James,” you sighed. He was making it more difficult than you thought he would. You almost thought he’d be happy, that it had worked well enough he could be with Lily now. “It won’t seem that way. Ask Lily to the Yule Ball. This has to be over, okay? I just — it has to be, I’m sorry.”

You left before he could come up with another reply, leaving both yourself and James completely devastated and wishing for something that never really existed.

Two weeks and some moping later, it was finally time for the Yule Ball. Something that you should be excited for — all of your friends were.

But, it was hard to be excited when you knew the person you were in love with would be going with another girl. Sirius had offered to go with you, as friends, of course. You had updated him on why you ended things with James and you figured he wanted to distract you from it all. However, you declined — you knew he wanted to go with Remus and you didn’t want to stand in the way of their night.

Amos Diggory had asked you as well — you thought about saying yes at first, not wanting to be the only person without a date, but it would be cruel to lead him on, so you simply said you wanted to go alone.

It hurt, hearing Lily gush over James as she got ready. You were so used to hearing her complain about his antics and gestures, and now she was swooning and you didn’t think you could bear it. Mary kept sending you sympathetic glances — clearly your moping hadn’t been as subtle as you thought.

It even hurt when you were there, surrounded by friends. James avoided eye contact, always either making an excuse of getting drinks for him and Lily or simply staying silent — something very rare for him.

A slow song eventually came on, all of your friends rushing off with their dates to get the first dance of the night, all of them blushing and giggling. And you were happy for them, you were. You just wished you could join in the feeling, rather than sitting alone to the sidelines.

The even was going by dreadfully slow, and you were beginning to contemplate just leaving early — making an excuse that your head hurt, or you were sick — whenever Amos came up to you.

“Hey — I know you didn’t want to come with anyone. Or with me, at least. But you seem lonely,” he started, before plopping down on the seat next to you. “Do you want to dance? No strings attached.”

“I — that would be lovely, actually.”

He grabbed your hand, pulling you up and over to the “dance floor,” which was really just the middle of the Great Hall. You immediately felt less awkward than you had before — even if it wasn’t James, at least you weren’t sitting by yourself.

“Did you say no to me because of James?”

“What?”

“Did you not want to come with me because you’re still hung up on James? You two seemed really… happy, together. I guess I should’ve figured you weren’t over him.”

“Oh, we were never actually —” You were cut off, both yours and Amos’ heads looking up to the figure who interrupted you. James.

“Sorry, mate, do you mind if I steal her for a moment? Thanks.” James didn’t wait for either of you to respond, instead pulling you to the complete opposite side of the room.

He avoided making eye contact with you, leaving you more confused than you were two seconds ago. What was the point of pulling you over here if he didn’t have anything to say?

“It looked like you and Lily were having fun,” you decided to speak, hoping to ease whatever tension was building between the two of you.

“What? Oh yeah, sure. I guess,” he said, practically waving you off. It was as if he wasn’t even listening, his mind in a totally different world. “I need to say something. And I need you to not interrupt me. Okay?”

You nodded, part of you terrified for what was about to come. You couldn’t think of anything you had done to him recently. You hadn’t even spoken to him, how could you have possibly upset him? What could he possibly need to talk about?

“I’ve always been in love with Lily. Since as long as I can remember, it’s been her. I didn’t even give anyone else a chance, because she had to be the one.”

“Gee. Thanks for the reminder, James.”

“Wait. I’m not done. I never gave anyone a chance. Not a serious one, at least. And — and then you showed up. And I know it was supposed to be fake, and it was supposed to just make Lily jealous. But, somewhere I think… I think I realized that maybe she’s not the one. Because whenever you ended things, it felt like — I don’t know, it sort of felt like my heart was missing.”

He kept rambling, and you opened your mouth to interrupt. To ask if he was saying what you thought he was. But, he quickly shushed you, holding a finger up to signal he was still talking.

“And, I thought maybe I just liked the attention. Liked being in a relationship. But, I’m here with Lily and it’s not the same. It doesn’t feel the same. I don’t feel the same. I just, I guess what I’m trying to say is, you’re the only person who made me feel so seen, so… so me. Does that make sense? I just, I think I might be in love with you.” He finally finished up, letting his eyes fall to your face, his eyes wide as if he had just confessed to murder.

You could tell he was nervous, but you stayed silent, blinking slowly as you processed his words. “You can — you can say something now. Please say something.”

“I think I may be in love with you, too, Potter.” You finally spoke, watching the grin that slowly took over his face once he realized what you said.

“Really?” He tried not to show how giddy he was, tried not to seem too much like a child who was just told they could get ice cream. But how was he supposed to contain himself when you just told him you loved him, too? How was he supposed to pretend like he wasn’t on cloud fucking nine?

“Yes. Now, are you gonna kiss me, or do I have to do it myself?”

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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.

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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?”

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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.”

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“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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Okay what about James and reader who doesn’t like physical touch normally but likes being close to James and he’s surprised cause she doesn’t normally like it but he loves it anyway (Also Happy New Year <3 🎊)

my first james fic!! i hope you like this, my dear. happy new year! | fem!reader, fluff, 1k

James has been infatuated with you from the start, of course. Not that he'd tell you that. He's barely maintaining his composure around you as it is, and now you're his girlfriend. He supposes that he's got nothing to be embarrassed about, really. He's managed to keep it together long enough for you to figure out that you, for some reason, like him enough to date him. He liked being friends with you but he loves this. 

Before, he always tried to be very carful with your boundaries -- he still is, obviously. You don't like to be touched with familiarity without warning, and he sees how even a casual hand on your back can make you tense. It's no trouble at all for him to let you dictate when you want hugs or an extra hand or anything at all, even if he's normally quite tactile. Everyone abides by your comfort level, no problem.

In hindsight, he should have realized much sooner that you liked him because you've always let him touch you more than anyone else. His elbow is the one you go for when you need to be steadied, his side the one you tuck into in a crowd, his cheek the one you kiss goodbye. 

And now that you're dating? Well, the boundary has shifted, for sure, but he's not entirely sure to what degree. He really needs to ask you about it. Because, as it is, you're touching him much more. So much that he feels dizzy with it sometimes, which is a little embarrassing considering you're sleeping together these days. An arm around his waist shouldn't make him feel so...much.

You're walking home from the pub one night in the middle of the street when he decides to ask you.

"And then Remus said that the bird had not only gotten into the pantry, but it got into Sirius' weird collection of --" You look at him and frown when you find that he's already staring at you, looking lovesick as anything. "James, are you listening to me?"

"Not really," he says. "You're so pretty that I think my ears stopped working." You blow a raspberry at him and tighten your hold. Your arms are linked together and you've got one hand on his bicep, fingertips gently stroking the denim of his jacket. His hands flex in his pockets. 

"Darling, can I ask you something?" he says. He hopes the pet name will offset the next bit. "I don't want you to take it the wrong way, though."

You laugh and it makes his stomach turn over. "Great way to start." You reach out and push a loose lock of hair back from his forehead, careful not to knock his glasses. 

"Just listen, alright?" He can feel every point of contact between you like a live wire. Maybe he can convince you to take a shower with him tonight just to feel your fingertips on his scalp. "You aren't very, uh, touchy," he says. "I know that. We all know that."

You hum and squeeze his arm a little. Good sign, he thinks. "But I..." His face feels hot. Why is this embarrassing? He's got you in his bed, hasn't he? "You don't seem to mind when I do it?" His voice goes up at the end and he feels a bit like a schoolboy talking to his first crush. You must know that you're the only one who can get him like this.

You tug him to a stop and turn in the middle of the street to look at him, eyebrows high on your forehead. Fuck, he thinks. You really are pretty. Your mouth opens and what comes out is a peal of laughter. Your hands unwind from his arm and settle loosely at his collar as you laugh with your entire body. James wonders if he should be offended. 

"Hey, now," he says. "I'm just checking. I'm five seconds way from shoving my cold hands up your shirt to see if you like it then--"

"I wouldn't mind," you interrupt him, giggles fading. "James, I don't mind when it's you. I thought it was obvious that I've never minded. I mean, you're my boyfriend now." You look at little shy as you clarify the end bit. He tries not to smile too wide so you don't get embarrassed, instead squeezing your hip with one hand. 

"I sure am," he says softly. "But, why? Why don't you mind with me, I mean?"

You shrug. "I don't know," you say, smoothing down his collar. "It's just different with you. Because it's you. I don't know how to explain it." 

He softens even more. What is he supposed to do with all of the affection he has for you? If you didn't want him to touch you as much, he'd figure it out, but he's glad that you allow it. "Okay," he says. He runs a hand up and down your side and you lean into his chest more heavily. "I like touching you, is all. I like having you close. But tell me if you ever don't want it, alright?"

You nod. He knows that you know this, but it's good to remind you that he's not trying to take you for granted in any way. "James Potter," you say. He shivers a little. "You're such a sap." Before he can tease you back you throw your arms around his neck and kiss him right there in the middle of the street. It's more smile than kiss but he doesn't mind. "Is this close enough for you?" you say against his mouth. He pinches your ribs before he circles your waist with his arms and gently walks you backwards a few steps, lips trailing up your cheek. 

"I'd like to touch you at home now, please," he says. You wiggle out of his hold and jog ahead of him, spinning on your heel.

"Race you!" you call. The breath is knocked out of him at your smile. He's absolutely pathetic for you and he doesn't care one bit. 

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james potter who is patient with you when you get flustered and shy around him. he encourages you to take ur time but then that’s just worse because he’s too sweet for you.

dies. he definitely does this

summary: james is patient with shy!you

shy!fem!reader 0.8k words

James is being particularly touchy today. His hand on the small of your back as you roam the stores, an arm around your shoulders as you wait in line.

You think he’s trying to make you feel safe. You do feel safe. You always do, with him. Only, his incessant touching is more flustering than he knows. You’re burning up by the time you get to the last store. It’s worse when you realise the only thing left on your shopping list is new bras, underlined twice because you’ve been needing them for two weeks now. It’s not something to be embarrassed about, but you get embarrassed anyway.

James is blabbering on about how long the two of you had to wait in line for doughnuts when you stop walking and turn to him.

“James,” you interrupt.

He stops walking, too. Almost walks right into you but saves himself by grabbing your elbow before he steps on your feet. “Yeah?”

“Um. You don’t have to come into this store with me, if you don’t want to.”

James looks puzzled. He squints at the store and what it sells. Then he zeroes in on the list held limply in your hand. Something like realisation washes over his pretty features.

“Oh,” he says. He looks back up at you. He doesn’t look awkward, not even a smidge. You envy him for it. “You don’t want me to?”

He doesn’t mean to guilt trip you but you get guilt tripped, anyway. You don’t want to make him leave just because you’re embarrassed. It wouldn’t be fair.

“Well, no. I mean, yes, I want you to come,” you say, your words all muddled and breathless. “But I’m just …” Embarrassed, says your face. Shy.

James smiles like he understands. All soft and gooey. Enough to make you melt like a popsicle in the sun. “I get it, angel. You’re embarrassed, yeah?”

You nod. Even admitting you’re embarrassed is embarrassing. It’s awful. James makes it less so.

“Well,” he says measuredly. His hand slides down to your forearm and squeezes. “There’s no reason to be embarrassed … you know? But if you want me to wait out here, I will.”

You shake your head. “No,” you say quickly. He’s got this way of unraveling you with words. The touching helps, too. “It’s okay. You can come.”

James beams. “Okay, baby. You sure?”

You match his smile as best you can. “I’m sure, Jamie.”

You lead the way into the shop, afraid if you don’t do it now you’ll back out. You weave through racks of dresses and tops and pants until you reach the bra section. It’s a lot more intimidating than you’d initially thought. Worse with James here, holding your hand and standing so close you can smell his cologne. You stand at the end of the aisle and swallow.

“I’m glad I came,” says James jovially. You look up at him, puzzled. He’s already grinning down at you. “Now I can help you choose, pretty girl.”

Heat rises to your cheeks so fast it’s alarming. As if you weren’t already flushed enough.

“James,” you groan.

James raises his eyebrows as if he doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing. “What? You don’t want my help? I think I have pretty good taste.”

He tugs you further into the aisle until you’re surrounded by lacy bras and picks one from its rack before you can stop him. He turns on you and holds it up shamelessly.

“What d’you think?” He asks seriously. It’s pale pink with a tiny bow in between the cups. It’s pretty. Maybe James does have good taste.

You’re about to say so when he holds it up to your chest as if imagining you wearing it. “It suits you,” he says, looking at you from under his lashes.

“James,” you bemoan. You push his hands away and flush furiously, your face and neck hotter than a furnace.

James laughs boyishly. You’re so glad he finds your shyness amusing. He must see the anguished look on your face because he quits laughing and steps back into your space, cupping your face with one hand.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he whispers. It’s hard to obey him when he’s looking at you so earnestly. Big brown eyes and long, thick lashes. His inky curls tumbling over his forehead. You nod because he’s too pretty to say no to.

He grins and kisses your forehead before pulling away. You miss him being so close but then you don’t. You think you might pass out if he ever gets that close to you in public again.

“Do you like this one?” He’s asking, holding up the pink bra still in hand. “I’ll find your size and you can try it on, yeah?”

“Okay,” you say quietly. You get the feeling the heat in your cheeks won’t go away for a long while.

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𝘐𝘯 𝘈𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦

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.

𝖯𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗈 𝖬𝖺𝗑𝗂𝗆𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 | 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖯𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖼 𝟥.𝟦𝗄

𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖳𝗐𝗈 𝗐𝖼 𝟥.𝟤𝗄

𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖳𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗐𝖼 𝟦. 𝟥𝗄

𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖥𝗈𝗎𝗋 -𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯

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