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Mmkay, one more for good measure <33 James losing his glasses and so you have to help him out with reading little things throughout the day. Like reading the instructions in potions class or softly whispering the questions on the black board for him when a professor calls on him to answer or helping him with his homework by writing the answers to the questions down for him

four-eyes // j.p.

Summary: When James misplaces his glasses you take it upon yourself to get him through the school day. Contains: Shit ton of fluff.

“What are you looking for, Potter?” you asked under your breath, irritated by James’s shuffling in the desk beside you. 

“You know I hate it when you call me that.” he stopped to roll his eyes and click his tongue before he kept on rummaging through his schoolbag. “Can’t find my bloody glasses s’all.”

He’d been wearing them not ten minutes ago, but you knew your boyfriend. He’d probably dropped them in the halls on the way to class. Maybe if he didn’t strut around so boyishly he wouldn’t drop all of his possessions, you thought to yourself with a chuckle. You were in Transfiguration at the moment, and you couldn’t just stop taking notes to help him look, so you offered the next best thing. “Don’t worry Jamie, you can copy my notes later.”

James was visibly flustered, but your offer clearly got you his full attention.

“Oh, no, peanut. It’s alright, I’m sure they’re just in here somewhere.”

“Mr. Potter?” Mcgongall beckoned. “The answer to number 2, please.”

You didn’t need to look to know James was internally giggling at the mention of number 2, so you gently elbowed him back to reality. Only the reality was he couldn’t see a thing that was written on the blackboard before him. 

“It says ‘which of these is not a type of transfiguration?’”, you whispered to him discreetly, “’Enchantment’, -”

“Enchantment!” James blurted out, and you honestly weren’t sure if he was right or not, seeing as you’d only listed the first of four options. But your worries soon vanished when Minnie gave him a look of approval and went on with the class.

“Thanks, love.” he muttered to you, smiling uncharacteristically shyly, and you swore you saw him blush out of the corner of your eye.

You’d had nearly no time to properly search for James’s glasses in between classes, and you found yourself having to haul him over to Potions to make it on time.

“Love?” you heard him peep as you set your things down and got comfortable. Flitwick had provided you with a list of ingredients and instructions for the day’s potion.

“Yeah, Jamie?”

“I-I can’t quite make out the instructions.” you turned and watched as his brows furrowed, squinting to decipher the print. You felt a bit bad, but you also couldn’t help but marvel at how precious he looked in this moment, hair in disarray after anxiously running his hand through it and cheeks flushed.

“What?” he asked, and you realized you’d been staring. You couldn’t fight the smile that broke across your face.

“Nothing, you just look so cute when you squint like that.” you teased, playfully punching his arm and taking the parchment from his shaky grasp. “Hand it over, four-eyes. You’re blind as a bat.”

“Not blind enough to miss the way you can’t stop ogling at me, poppet.” he fired back, flashing the trademark cheeky grin that seemed to be forever plastered onto his face.

“Now, now, Potter.” you clicked your tongue, “I think thanks are in order since I am the one helping you.”

“Oh, please. We both know you’re going to milk as many trips to Honeydukes as you can out of this.” he scoffed and you turned towards him, amused and sensing he had more to say. You were proven right as he affected a high pitched voice and girly demeanor. “Oh, Jamie. Remember that time you couldn’t find your glasses and I helped you all day? Come on, now, buy me some candy.”

“Merlin, do I really sound like that?” you rolled your eyes at his exaggerated impression, and soon felt two strong arms winding around you, hot breath hitting the back of your neck.

“No, peanut, You sound lovely.” he sighed, pressing a sweet kiss to your neck and going back to stand at your side. “Now what does it say here, dove?”

Your last class had finally come to an end and though you didn’t mind a whole day of holding James’s hand a bit tighter than usual as you steered him through the sea of students, you reluctantly set off with James in tow to search for his misplaced glasses.

“Where was the last place you had ‘em?” your voice echoed through the now empty castle corridor as the last of your peers shuffled out. 

“I don’t know!” James whined, head thrown back and eyes screwed shut as he pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“Don’t you want to find them, James?” you asked, not expecting the playful glint in his eyes when they opened and met your own. 

“Don’t know, angel. I think I like you lugging me around and whispering in my ear a little more than I should.” he tugged you closer to him and let you wrap your arms around his neck. “Don’t you?”

“Maybe a little.” you whispered breathily in his ear, causing a shiver to travel down his spine.

“Oi, Prongs! How much longer have I got to hold onto your bloody glasses, mate? You gave ‘em to me at the end of Minnie’s class, take ‘em back already! I can’t handle this responsibility!” Sirius hollered from the end of the hall. You pulled your head out from the crook of James’s neck, flashing him an accusing look similar to the one he was currently giving Sirius.

“I’m sensing tension!” Sirius squeaked before making a run for it, disappearing around the corner.

“You found them in Transfiguration?” you crossed your arms and gave him what you hoped was a stern glare. “And you let me help you all day?”

“Yeah.” he peeped, not daring to take his eyes off his shoes. “Just liked the attention.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at that face. Not when his lip was jutted out like that and his brows furrowed so. You brought a gentle hand to his cheek and gave him a tender peck. 

“It’s okay.” you said calmly, before giving him a barely there smack on the head and chuckling. “Alright, now it’s okay.”

James gave you a deeper kiss this time. “Sorry about that, peanut. But I think I should hunt Sirius down now and get ‘em back. Don’t think I can go much longer without getting a proper look at you.”

Before you had a chance to respond, he was bolting down the hall, making a turn in the wrong direction, however.

“Other way, James!”

“Right!”

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treacherous (j.p one shot)

PROMPT: based on treacherous by taylor swift. slight enemies to lovers? James Potter and Y/N can’t stand each other until they get to know each other. 

A/N: does not follow the timeline at all. the events are not accurate but let’s pretend for the sake of the fic lol. 

WARNINGS: mentions of death, a bit of wolfstar, and some sexual tension (brief)

WC: 5.6K+ (this is my longest fic yet omg) 

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treacherous (j.p one shot)

“You’re so goddamn reckless.” James hissed, slamming his fists down on the kitchen table. “You need to wait for my command. This wasn’t a solo mission, Y/N/N. We work as a fucking team around here.”

“If I waited for your command, Prongs,” you replied, rising from your seat. You acknowledged his nickname with a bitter taste in your mouth. You knew you had to listen to James because everyone listens to James but you knew your plan would work. “We wouldn’t have gotten the mission done.”

“You went rogue!”

“But we got it done, right?” you seethed, eye drilling holes in Prongs’ skull. You felt Sirius offer a comforting hand, placing his on top of yours. Your eyes flickered to look at your best friend, features visibly softening. You sighed, slowly feeling yourself come down from your anger. “That’s the important thing, Prongs. I’m done talking about this.”

“Yeah we got it finished but at what cost?” James pushed, not backing down from his dominant exterior. “You could’ve died, Y/N. We don’t trade lives around here.”

“You don’t have to act like you care about my well-being, Potter,” you spat, starting to limp away from the briefing. You sustained some minor injuries because of your decision but you knew you’d do it again if it came down to it. “We all know you just don’t want another person’s blood on your hands.”

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Fred Weasley:

☞ Still hate me? ✞ (16+) by @comfortscripts

☞ Thigh riding ✞ (16+) by @pinkandblueblurbs

☞ Barber shop ✞ (18+) by @darthwheezely

Ron Weasley:

☞ Peach ✞ (16+) by @ameliora-j

☞ Borrow at the Burrow ✞ by @bellatrixscurls

Theodore Nott:

☞ Worthwhile ✞ (16+) by @ameliora-j

☞ Sober thoughts by @peppers-analytics

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☞ Escape me ✞ ✶ by @silverdelirium

☞ Daddy’s gift (poly!Marauders w focus on Sirius) ✞ (16+) by @lonelyhe4rts

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☞ Guilty pleasure ✞ by @silverdelirium

☞ Movie night ✞ (18+) by @sereinegemini

☞ Salt water taffy by @cupids-crystals

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☞ Kinktober day 2 ✞ by @indigoh4ze

☞ Four-eyes by @sarahisslytherin

Regulus Black:

☞ Words unsaid by @scandalous-chaos

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Stucky (Steve + Bucky):

☞ Left out (18+ blog) by @agentofbarnes

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Aaron Hotchner:

☞ @ssahotchswife ‘s whole masterlist (all of their smut is 18+) (my fave Hotch writer!)

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☞ Save me tonight ✞ (18+) by @scuttling

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Shut up (2.2k)

summary: when james accidentally injures you, he can't stop apologizing while he's treating you. you end up taking the matter into your own hands.

warnings: mentions of blood (from injury), lots of cussing

pairing: james potter x fem!reader

a/n: had a little bit of time on my hands so here u go!

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Honestly you weren't having it. Today was quite possibly the worst day you've ever had. After hours of taking notes in Herbology, it was ruined just by the mere spell of a puny first year. You were only being nice, offering to tutor the first years struggling with Charms. But the moment those little idiots muttered the spell, your papers were immediately drenched.

So now you were marching down to the greenhouses, your stack of parchment looking like a pure mess. The ink had already bled through the other pages, words barely visible.

But just as you reached to open the glass door of the greenhouse, someone had already beaten you to it. It was this moment that you realized the doors opened outwards. So it was barely a second before the glass came in contact with your face.

You made a small noise, like a scream ... just more shrill. Your hands immediately dropped the stack of parchment and went to your nose. You gripped it carefully, wincing slowly with your eyes tight shut.

"Ah ... fuck." You muttered, biting your lips down to suppress the whimper you were about to let out.

"Oh, fuck." A sound from in front of you copied. "Fuck, fuck, I'm so sorry. I really didn't see you there."

You finally dared to open your eyes, just a glance— only to see James Potter with a panicky and concerned look on his face. His mouth was parted, one hand gripping his satchel and the other open in front of your face like he was looking to inspect your nose.

You suddenly feel something warm stream down the line of your upper lip. Your fingers hesitate before trying to wipe some of the blood off of your face. It did nothing though, you only stained your palms with blood, eventually giving up and just covering your nose in embarrassment.

"Y/n!" James jumped in surprise, feeling ten times more guilty now that he recognized he had just hurt his best friend.

"Fucking hell, James! This is why you need to pay more attention to your surroundings!" You shouted at him, wincing at how sore your nose felt.

"Merlin, I swear I didn't see anyone. You were so quick— and I ... oh, are you okay?" He asked you, as if just now realizing that blood was running down your nose and you were in mild pain.

"No! Fuck no I'm not okay, James!" You shout again, this time pulling your left arm from your nose and shoving him harshly on the chest.

"It's ... so bloody." He said, like the sight intrigued him in a way.

"Shut up! Shut up and help me with this. I hate you so much right now." You huff, groaning as the blood fell to your palm again.

"Sorry! Sorry, Y/n. I'm so sorry." He said sincerely, looking line he was about to explode.

"Shut up!"

—

"I'm going to hurt you if you don't come back here, James Potter." You commented from your place on his bed.

Right now, you're currently propped up against James' pillows, your legs crossed and your bag dumped on the end of his bed. He had insisted that you both go to his dorm, although it was quite a walk up to the Gryffindor tower. He said that Remus owned quite a lot of stuff for things like a broken nose. You didn't get it, it was easier to go to Madam Pomfrey.

The little shit probably didn't want to get into another weekly round of detention if you were to be checked inside the Hospital Wing. But right now, you were seriously considering telling Pomfrey anyway, wanting James to receive the worst for wounding you like this.

"Just a second, trying to get this drawer to open!" He shouted from the bathroom, bumps and clangs erupting from there. You figured that James was frantically trying to search through Remus' stuff.

You groaned, keeping your head turned up to the ceiling. James said it was to stop the blood from streaming, you didn't care enough to ask him if it was true.

You waited patiently, the woodsy and musky smell filling your nostrils as you leaned closer to his pillows. If you weren't on the brink of physically hurting James, you would've admitted that his smell comforted you.

A shout of surprise came from the bathroom, and our came James with his arms full of all sorts of stuff you wouldn't question. It looked like there were some bandages, bottles of some strange liquid, and a very long train of tissue paper.

You groaned again as James sat himself beside you, leaning closer to inspect the mess on your face.

"Hurts so bad." You say, biting your lips and dabbing at your nose with the damp cloth James gave you. Tears well in your eyes, finally streaming down when you interfere with your hand.

James is taken aback, immediately asking you what was wrong and how he could fix it. "Why're you crying?" He asks, his tone indicating that he has no idea what to do.

You hold up a hand to him, the other covering your face. "Just— nothing. Just how this day turned out. My notes were ruined by a first year I was tutoring. And now my nose is broken, and I'm in so much pain I think i may die."

"What? Don't be dramatic, Y/n. You won't die, it's just a broken nose." James says, as if that would make you feel better.

You shake your head but don't utter a word, keeping the line of tears on your cheeks. James stares at you, muttering all kinds of little praises he could to try and make you stop crying. When you finally gather your voice, you shout at him. "Just a broken nose? Do you even know how it feels, hm? Hurts like bloody fuck, that is."

James looks like he's speechless, now knowing how to handle the state you're in. "Stop ... please, stop crying." He said tiredly.

"This is all your fault! Now I look awful and ... and weird! Imagine if someone saw me like this— I bet I look horrible right now." You said, sighing dissapointedly.

James looked guilty, a frown deepening on the curve of his lips. "Fuck, I'm so sorry. I know I said it before and you told me to shut up— but fuck, fuck— I'm so sorry, Y/n." He said again, making it clear to you how genuine his apologies were.

"Yeah, fine. I'm forgiving you because that actually sounds genuine." You scoff, rolling your eyes at his now joyful face.

"It is genuine. And you don't look horrible." He seemed a little comforted by your words, sighing and leaning closer to your face. James dares to press a kiss on your forehead, the single touch of his lips enough to make your nose stop stinging for a second. "Still pretty." He mutters, so low that you barely hear it.

But with the way he's so close to you, he obviously didn't think through his words first. James flushes, his cheeks turning turning that familiar pink tint you loved loved much. The sight of him in front of you is so distracting that you don't realize when he cups your cheeks in his hands.

Now he's talking more seriously, taking in how bad the injury actually is. "Think the bloods stopped." He tells you, his fingers pulling your cheeks gently to bring you closer.

Your breath catches in your throat because of how close you were to him "W-What next? It's broken, might need a spell for it." You say, looking straight at his eyes while doing so.

"Uh— yeah. Yes, I could do that." He says, clearing his throat and staying silent for a moment. "But ... it may hurt." He says sheepishly.

You groaned again, hands going up to his neck and resting it there. "James. I'm literally in so much pain right now, I'll take a second of it for this to be gone. Alright? Don't worry, make it quick." You inform him, your words being a bigger comfort to the boy himself.

James seemed to freeze up when your fingers started fiddling with the hair on the nape of his neck. Your touch felt warm, soft, and so light on his. You drew random shapes on his skin, the boy turning red at such a simple touch. He cleared his throat once more, trying to get rid of the red tinge on his cheeks. "Uh— sit up for this. And hold my hand."

When you did, your hand went to his. The left one that wasn't performing the spell gripped yours. His right hand was holding his wand, his lips muttering the spell silently. When James finally gathered himself, he then directed the wand right at your face.

The second the words came out of his mouth and the spell hit you, you were a mess. Your nose righted itself, a cracking sound erupting louder than you expected. Then when you finally felt a second of comfort, your nose started feeling utterly painful and sore. Your head felt dizzy too, one of the side effects of a spell casted on your face.

If James was panicking, it was internally. Because he only stared at you, his mouth shut as you groaned wildly.

"Oh, Merlin." You stand up from the bed ready to head to the bathroom. "James, is that how it's supposed to feel?" You ask him, tears already streaming down the apple of your cheeks.

He nods, holding you down on the bed. "Yes, perfectly normal." He says, his hand going for one bottle of the strange liquid and uncapping the cork. "Here, c'mon. Drink this." He says simply, ordering you to come closer.

When you lean closer to him, James tips your head back and pour the liquid for you to drink. You cough a little, sighing when the buzz starts to eventually fade.

James moves aside and let's you fall on his bed, his scent enveloping you entirely. You feel yourself getting lighter withe very touch James gave. He tucked your legs into the covers, making sure your head was propped on the pillows comfortably so you wouldn't get dizzy again.

Then you were finally done, all tucked in his bed— warm, and feeling a bit better. Your eyes glinted at his, "Still hurts a little." You tell him, voice slightly muffled because of the pillow underneath your cheek.

James looks at you, with those soft eyes. His finger dares to move closer to you and softly trace the line of your nose. "You look like that muggle reindeer. The one with the red nose." He says, admiring you delicately.

James feels like his heart is about to explode at the moment. You were tucked gracefully in his bed, the covers draped up to your neck. Your hair was spread all over his pillow, lips looking so plump and inviting. "You need to learn to shut up, Jamie."

James chuckles, "Can I join you here?" He asks, steering the topic away. You nod and move so that he has some space to fit in the bed. James immediately wraps his arms around you, bringing you closer to his chest. He's careful enough to not accidentally graze your still recovering nose.

"You're so warm." You mutter, extending your arm to drape over his neck. "I love it, you're like a heater. It's a muggle thing, don't ask." You add, knowing he was about to ask anyway. James loved it. Loved you. He loved how you were so quick to forget the past and immediately change the topic at random to comfort him.

"Would you tell me to shut up again if I said I'm sorry again?" He asked abruptly, sensing that you were now rolling your eyes in his arms.

Since James was larger than you, he kind of enveloped you with his body. You groaned and slid up, putting your hands to his chest and shoving playfully. "Please, oh, please give me a little peace, Potter." You say tiredly.

"Yes I know, you've said that but— really I'm really sorry. I didn't fucking see you in the end of that door, I was talking to Pads inside and— wait, or was it Moony? I don't remember, but the point is that I wasn't paying attention. And I should've! Point is, I hate hurting you and—"

One thing that you've known since the moment you've met this boy, is that he was so talkative. You loved it of course, how he could just better the mood with his words. But sometimes, times like this— you have to handle him another way.

Your hands go to the collar of his shirt, not waiting any longer before pressing your lips to his. James tastes sweet, his lips just as plump as it looks. You don't sense a beat of hesitation from him, it's as if he's been waiting to do this. When he pulls you closer, your noses bump into each other and you pull away in surprise.

Your hands immediately go to his face and covering it to hold him back from you. "Youre still not paying attention! Gentler next time." You reprimanded him, softly gripping the sides of your nose in pain.

James' eyes widens, "Sorry— I'm so sorry—"

"Shut up!"

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Sarah, my lovely, I'm here with the James requests as promised <33

Being part of a cover band that regularly plays at the a muggle bar where you work as a server, but you've never told the marauders for fear of them mocking you. Though when they stumble into said bar over the holiday and see you performing, the last thing James wants to do is mock you...

girl, you have blessed me with these james asks. idk how i feel about this one but this is legitimately my comfort scenario so you can imagine how excited i was to execute it lol. hope you love it!

face the music // j.p.

Summary: You’ve been hiding your new job from James for fear he’ll mock you for it, but it’s time to face the music. Contains: Just fluff, babes. A/N: Look, I know I could’ve picked any 70s song but my first thought was ‘Flightless Bird, American Mouth’ and it just felt so right, I couldn’t resist.

James Potter had always been a bit of a fool, this was certain. “Your fool”, he’d always say when you teased him. But even a fool could tell that you’d been dodging him since the summer began. He knew you were busy, that you’d gotten yourself a summer job at a thrift shop in muggle London and didn’t have time to pick up every time he called. You made a point to visit him over the weekends but even so, he couldn’t help feeling a bit neglected.

“C’mon, Prongs. Let’s go out for a bit to get your mind off it.” Remus had suggested from where he sat curled up with a book.

“Yeah, Moony’s right. Let’s go get some drinks.” Sirius added, striding into the Potters’ living room. “Better yet, let’s go to muggle London!”

At this James perked up, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose.

“If we’re going there we might as well just go and see her!” he suggested, hoping his friends would agree. Sirius had opened his mouth to do so but was promptly cut off by Remus.

“But she’s working, James.” 

James rolled his eyes and got up off the couch, sick of making his case. “Oh, for Merlin’s sake. Fine, let’s just go to a muggle bar.” 

Sirius grinned victoriously as he slipped on the infamous leather jacket and left the door open for his friends to trail after him.

“What is this shit?” 

“It’s scotch, mate.” Sirius told Remus, whose face had contorted in disgust upon tasting said drink. 

“It’s shit is what it is.” he said plainly as he set the glass down, careful to place it on the coaster he’d been provided. “Nothing like firewhiskey.” 

Sirius laughed openly as he turned to James. “What about you, Prongs? What’s your take on muggle drinks?” But James heard none of it, tracing the rim of his nearly full glass as his mind took him elsewhere. He missed you. Even if it had only been a couple days since you visited the Potter residence, to him it felt like ages.

“Prongs?” Sirius echoed in an effort to snap James out of it.

“Yeah, sorry. What was that?”

“Mate, you’ve got it bad.” Remus chuckled empathetically and James couldn’t help but groan.

“I know. Just miss her, is all.” he sighed, running a hand through his curls. “I see her everywhere!”

That’s when there was a tap on the microphone over on the stage.“Hello, everyone. Hope you’re all enjoying yourselves this evening.” To James it was almost eerie how much it sounded like your voice. 

“Godric!” he shrieked, voice cracking and eyes bugging out comically. “Now I’m bloody hearing her too!”

“Prongs,” Remus called his attention, stifling a laugh as his and Sirius’s eyes were trained on the stage behind James. “Turn around.”

James swiveled on his stool to face the small stage at the back of the room. There you were, standing in a knee length cocktail dress, a firm hand curled around the microphone. 

“We thought we’d play a few songs for you guys tonight, if you don’t mind.” you announced cheekily, unbeknownst to the fact that your best friends and boyfriend were watching you with wide eyes from over at the bar. 

“Job at the thrift shop, my arse.” Sirius quipped, earning a chuckle from Remus but not from James.

“Why wouldn’t she tell me about this?” he asked them over his shoulder, not registering the shrugs his friends gave in response. “She tells me everything.”

And that was when you began to sing. Your soft voice and the guitar that followed shortly after began to sound through the fairly busy bar, inevitably calling the attention of all those in it. James and the other two marauders watched in awe as you crooned out the lyrics to “Flightless Bird, American Mouth”. 

James wasn’t sure what had prompted you to hide this from him and your friends. Perhaps you were shy about your little hobby, but he could hardly see how having the voice of an angel could be even remotely embarrassing. 

It had been about twenty minutes and your set had just come to an end. It wasn’t until amongst the usual applause you couldn’t help but notice the overzealous praises coming from the bar. 

“That’s our girl!” your head snapped towards the voice you recognized as Sirius’s. Shit. What the hell were they doing here? 

As soon as the cheers died down, you and your fellow bandmates packed up your instruments and hauled them backstage. You started toward the boys with all the enthusiasm of a child bringing a shitty grade back home to their parents. You were going to have to explain why you lied about your job, not that Sirius or Remus would care. But James would.

“Hey, guys.” you said meekly, attempting to take the temperature of the room.

“That was bloody amazing, that was!” Sirius exclaimed as he slung an arm around your shoulder and proceeded to give you a supportive noogie.

“Pads!” you chided in between laughs, and he finally released you, your hair now sticking up every which way. The freedom was short lived though, as Remus was the next to wrap his arms around you, opting to hum his support into your ear. 

“Who knew we had a songbird among us this whole time?” he teased.

Finally free from both their grips, you turned to James, who’s expression was a bit hard to read, somewhere between puzzled and awestruck.

“Sorry I lied about my job, babe.” you offered, giving him the puppy eyes just like Sirius had showed you. “I’ve been working here as a server all summer, and the cover band’s singer quit a couple weeks ago so I’ve kind of taken their place. I’m sorry, I thought you guys were going to mock me or something if you found out. But I understand if you’re mad at me, it’s time I face the music.”

At hearing this, James grew even more confused. “I’m not mad.” he said as if it were the most obvious thing.

“You - you’re not?”

“Poppet,” he cooed as he went to brush that one hair that always fell onto your eyes away, “why would I be mad? What I am is confused. Why did you think we would mock you?”

“Oh, please.” you rolled your eyes. “You guys make fun of everything. You laughed for ten minutes straight that time Dumbledore closed that door on his own beard.” James couldn’t help but snicker childishly at the memory and pushed his glasses back up once again. 

“Alright, alright. Fair enough, love.” he admitted defeat as he gingerly placed his hands on your waist and pulled you into him. “But you’re going to have to sing me to sleep every night from now on to make up for the lie.”

“You’ll get sick of my voice if I do that, Jamie.” you reasoned with him, albeit not very intently. 

“Nonsense! I’d be mad to get sick of that heavenly voice, peanut.” he assured you, a sweet twinkle in his eyes as he did. “Could lure sailors in from sea with it, y’know?” 

You rolled your eyes at him. “You really do have a gift for hyperbole, babe.” you nuzzled into the crook of his neck, “And the only one I want to lure in is you, dum - dum.”

His hold on you tensed ever so slightly as he cleared his throat to speak.

“Just one thing.” he said, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. “Please don’t hide things from me again, love. Not things like this anyway. You know you can tell me anything.”

“Well, then now might be a good time to tell you I accidentally broke that quidditch figurine of yours last time I came over.” you admitted sheepishly and promptly bolted towards the door.

“That was you?” you heard him holler and you failed to hold back your maniacal laughter as he chased after you. “Get back here! You can sing but you can’t hide!”

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That’s what friends do [J.P]

A/n: fueling my own and @sarahisslytherin ‘s James moment.

Pairing: James Potter x fem!reader

Words: 3.7k

Summary: James is your best friend, you’re just friends… or that’s what you keep telling yourself and everyone else, but you can only lie for so long.

Warnings: fluff, slight hurt/comfort, James and reader both being so blind, mention of food, kissing, mention of crying and headaches. As always lmk if I missed anything.

Loud cheering encapsulated you, a bubble of excitement all around; your voice was hoarse from all the shouting you were doing, cheering loudly for the Gryffindor team - more specifically, a bespectacled boy on said team.

The tips of your ears were red, and your fingers hurt from the cold, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care when you saw James zooming past you as he caught sight of the very wanted snitch.

“Go on, Jamie!” You shouted, even though you knew there was no logical way he would ever be able to hear your voice over the sound of wind in his ears.

The whole quidditch pitch broke into even louder cheers when, over the speaker, the announcer yelled.

“JAMES POTTER HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR WINS!”

Your throat burned from shouting, your gloved hands clapping even though they made nothing but small thumping noises.

You searched, and finally, your eyes met James’. Your heart leapt in your chest at the huge smile that decorated his lips, lighting up his entire face.

He flew toward you on the stands, stopping in front of you. He let out a surprised laugh as you leapt almost entirely over the railing to engulf him in a tight hug. He kept one hand on his broom to stabilise himself, using his free arm to hug you just as tightly.

“You did it,” you sighed happily, burying yourself in the warmth of him.

“I think your cheering did it,” he grinned, squeezing you before you detached yourself from him so that you wouldn’t fall off the stands.

You shook your head with a laugh, “I’ll meet you for the celebration in the common room…- I’ll get you a butterbeer.”

James cheered happily, “I won’t say no to that…- see you in a bit, sweetheart.”

And with that, he flew from you, leaving you to walk from the stands with Remus.

“Tell me again why you’re not dating?” Remus asked.

“I’ve said this a hundred times; we’re just good friends… Jamie’s not even interested in me,” you explained with an eye roll.

Remus stopped in his tracks, “sorry, I didn’t know.”

“Know what?” you cocked your head to the side, staring at him with a dumbfounded look.

“That you were blind,” he deadpanned.

You scoffed, hitting him lightly on his arm, “you’re a fucking menace, Remus Lupin.”

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The common room was warm, almost a sauna compared to outside, but you didn’t mind. Your legs were jittery as you waited for the team. People spoke happily around you, and you couldn’t help the smile on your face as you sat on the couch and listened.

“So, y/n/n… you and Prongs have any wild plans this evening?” Sirius asked, his signature mischievous smirk inching its way onto his seemingly innocent face.

“I don’t know; I guess we were planning on spending it here with you guys,” you shrugged, but Sirius only gave you a knowing look.

“Come on, y/n.”

“Come on, what?” you threw your hands out, exasperated.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” Sirius frowned, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back against the cushions of the armchair.

“I’m serious! You and Remus act like Jamie, and I have some huge secret, and we don’t!”

“No, I’m Sirius…- you guys are a couple if I ever saw one.”

It was your turn to cross your arms, huffing as you leaned back, trying to ignore Sirius as he started singing, “y/n and Prongs sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G….”

You were well annoyed, so annoyed you didn’t register the cheering - or a tall curly-haired boy who, with quick long strides, came up directly behind you.

You yelped when a pair of strong hands hooked themselves under your arms, forcing you up from the couch. You frowned, about to give someone a firm talking to about personal space, but turning, you saw James jump over the back of the couch and settling in your spot; after getting comfortable, he pulled you down to sit sideways on his lap, giving you a big hug.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he breathed into your neck, tickling your skin.

“Jamie, that tickles,” you giggled, relaxing against him.

“Jamie, that tickles,” Sirius mocked with a high pitched tone, “Merlin, get a room.”

“Shut up, Pads…- let me enjoy my winning moment,” James said, voice muffled as he refused to leave the warmth of your neck.

“Oh, so I expect you’re planning on hugging all of us like that?” Sirius smirked.

James detached from your neck, lolling your head against his shoulder so he could speak to Sirius. Before he could, he took a moment, just looking at you. You looked relaxed, eyes willing themselves not to shut, but the immense amount of cheering had obviously drained you.

“Do you want me to hug you like this?” James asked with a raised eyebrow, lowering his voice ever so slightly.

“Good point,” Sirius chuckled, choosing to join in on Remus and Peters conversation and leaving you “friends” to have your moment.

James looked back down at you, your eyes now shut, slipping off into dreamland. James chuckled lightly, leaning down to kiss all over your face - because that’s definitely something a friend would do.

Your eyes opened, and you giggled, pushing at his face.

“Jamie, stop… I’m awake.”

“Hmm, just had to make sure,” he smiled cheekily, kissing around a couple of more times for good measure.

You laughed a little more before snuggling back against his shoulder, breathing in his scent.

“Tell me a story?” you spoke softly, grabbing his free hand, playing with his fingers.

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Your body felt warm and comfortable, a pair of arms around you as you woke. You blinked your eyes open, confused for the first five seconds before your brain could register that you were still on the common room couch, laying on top of a sleeping James. As if he could feel you stir, he tightened his grip on you, holding onto you like a child holding onto a teddy bear.

You realised you must have fallen asleep, the whole common room empty, and the light was bleeding in from the large windows, the fire on its last breath from the evening before.

You reached a hand up, stroking along James’ face softly, “Jamie, we fell asleep on the couch.”

He only grunted, scrunching his nose, squeezing you.

“Jamie,” you whispered softly with a giggle, “we gotta get up.”

“No,” he said plainly, his voice groggy with sleep. It made your heart leap in your chest.

You poked his cheek, but he didn’t budge, so you poked again and again until he cracked one eye open to look at you, a displeased pout on his lips.

“You’re blurry…- I don’t even remember taking off my glasses,” he grumbled, moving his limps to get the sleep out of them, his knees and back cracking as he sat up, making you giggle.

“You’re an old man.”

“Oh, am I now?” he grinned, jumping you, tickling you all over.

You squealed, laughing and squirming around the couch, trying to get out of his grasp.

“Please, Ja-Jamie,” you laughed, “I’m gonna pee.”

“Am I an old man?”

“N-no… you’re not,” you caved, laughing. He seemed pleased with your answer, stopping his tickling assault on you.

“That’s what I thought, love,” he smirked, leaving a small peck on your forehead.

“Yeah yeah, you win this time,” you brushed him off, giving him a playful grin.

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“You didn’t come to bed last night,” Remus pointed out, a slight smirk playing on his otherwise casual face.

“Did you finally man up and show y/n/n a good time?” Sirius smirked, his tone teasing as he snickered when James choked on his pumpkin juice.

“Come on, would you two stop…- we talked, and we fell asleep on the couch, no big deal,” James shrugged, pretending to focus on the paper on the table.

Sirius threw a grape at James, hitting him on the forehead; James looked up with a scowl on his face.

“You’re an idiot,” Sirius frowned before stuffing his face with a scone.

“Am not!”

Remus sighed, looking at James from over his book, “James… you’re practically already a couple, and you’re obviously madly in love with her, but if you don’t tell her how you feel, somebody will and steal her away from you…- so stop being such a wuss and just tell her already.”

James blinked slowly but shook his head, “I don’t know what you’re talking about… we’re just frie-“

“Hi Jamie,” you smiled, interrupting James’ sentence.

He smiled widely at you, patting the spot beside him, inviting you to sit.

“Hi, sweetheart, come sit…- I saved a croissant for you,” he said, holding up the pastry.

You grinned, taking a seat, completely missing the way both Remus and Sirius rolled their eyes and the latter muttering a small ‘fucking unbelievable… it’s like we’re air’.

You scooted close to James, your leg brushing his under the table. A smile and a warm blush decorated your face as James absentmindedly began filling your plate, grabbing things from the middle of the table he knew you liked. He went back to “reading” the paper whilst keeping an eye on you while you ate happily, his left hand placed on your thigh, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

A peaceful feeling settled over the both of you, the chatter of your fellow students falling into the background. Glancing over at the paper on the table, James moved it so you both could read, though none of you was.

The peace was broken when Marlene came over, standing behind Remus and Sirius on the opposite side of the table, “Hey, you guys,” she smiled, giddily bouncing in place.

“- and congratulations… took you long enough.”

You just smiled with a furrowed brow, “congratulations on what?”

“You know… finally getting together..?” she said, visibly confused by your confusion.

Both you and James laughed awkwardly, “we’re not together,” you answered, looking between her, Sirius and Remus, the awkwardness rising in your little bubble.

“But… I saw you this morning, in the common room, and you looked adorable by the way… and right now,” she said, pointing to how you were sitting, “you’re sitting like that… I’m sorry, I just assumed.”

James quickly removed his hand from your thigh, scooting away from you ever so slightly, but not without missing the way your face dropped as you looked at him quickly.

You opened your mouth to answer, but no sound came out; you looked like a fish out of water. Luckily… or unluckily, James started speaking before you could find the words.

“Y/l/n and I are just friends…- I mean, could you even imagine us together?”

Now, you looked at him again, hurt the only thing written on your face, both from his use of your surname and his words.

Deep inside, you always had some hope that he saw you as just a little more than a friend, but his words clearly proved that you were the only one out of the two of you who harboured feelings.

You had to open and close your mouth a couple of more times before something remotely close to an answer came to mind, “right… we’re just friends… imagine us together, right,” you whispered the last part with a small, humourless laugh, concealing your pain. You could feel your eyes turn glassy, which was the last thing you wanted; you didn’t want to cry over something so stupid. You loved James, even if all he wanted were friendship, you’d gladly take all you could get, though you couldn’t suppress the tears as they welled up in your eyes, the sting in your heart too painful. Marlene, Remus and Sirius all gave you sympathetic looks, a distinct look of regret passing over Marlene’s face.

You stood quickly, not wanting to cry at the breakfast table, “excuse me, I forgot my… potions book.”

You scurried away quickly, out the big doors of the great hall, ignoring James’ call after you.

“We don’t have potions today!” his voice lowered as he sunk back into his seat with a frown.

Sirius reached across the table, smacking James over the head, “good job, nitwit, now you’ve done it.”

“Ow! I didn’t do anything!”

“You hurt her feelings, James,” Remus breathed out, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I just said that we’re friends… which we are… I didn’t mean to hurt her feelings,” James frowned, looking at the doors, hoping to see you walk back through - but you didn’t.

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The rest of the day James spent sulking, hoping to at least catch a small glimpse of you, but you were nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s y/n?” he turned in his seat and whispered to Lily as the transfiguration lesson started. The seat beside him, your chair, remained empty.

Lily gave him a tight-lipped but sympathetic smile, “she’s got a headache, said she wouldn’t be able to concentrate, so I told her to take a nap.”

She failed to mention that she’d spent the 30 minutes before class hugging you close after you came into the dorm room sobbing your eyes out; the said headache was a result of your crying over a very blind curly-haired boy.

“Oh, I’ll go see her after class then.”

“No!”

James raised an eyebrow at her sudden outburst, but Lily quickly cleared her throat, “I mean, she’s just napping, so it would be silly to disturb her…- let’s just leave her alone for a bit, yeah?”

James hesitated, fighting an inner battle, but opted for giving Lily a simple nod, not wishing to go against her.

He looked at your seat and sighed - he really had fucked up.

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For the rest of the day, he didn’t see you, but he listened to Lily and didn’t check on you, even though it was killing him not to make sure you were okay and perhaps talk about what had happened.

So, when you didn’t show during dinner, he was very ready to say ‘fuck it’ and go see you.

“Is y/n coming?” he asked Remus hopefully but was quickly discouraged when he saw the look on his face.

“She’s eating with Marlene and Dorcas in the library… they had a, uhm, study date thing,” he said, very unconvincingly, not looking up from his book.

“She’s avoiding me,” James sighed sadly, picking at his food with his fork, his appetite gone at the thought that he’d upset you enough for you not to want to be around him.

Remus sighed as well, finally looking up, “just give her time…- try looking at it this way… would you be upset if she said the things you did?”

“Yeah.”

“Her feelings were hurt, and she’s upset, but she loves you, James, she’ll come around.” Remus smiled at him, even though it upset him to see his friend this sad, especially because James looks like a kicked puppy whenever he’s sad.

“I just hate that I made her this upset… you know I love her,” James pouted, his voice almost a whisper, “I’m an idiot.”

Remus nodded, along with Sirius beside him, “yep.”

.

The empty common room felt uncharacteristically cold and uninviting, the flames from the fire doing nothing to warm James up. He was wracking his brain for a plan to apologise and talk to you, flicking through the many scenarios and the countless speeches he could dramatically say to you, but none were good enough.

He was zoned out, just staring at the orange and yellow hues that bounced through the fireplace. The others had left James to wallow many hours ago, telling him not to be too harsh on himself and get some sleep - but how could he, knowing that you were laying in your bed heartbroken, probably frowning in your sleep, it cracked his heart.

He wondered if you were able to sleep and if you’d been crying - because he certainly had. He wondered how quickly you’d get over it. You weren’t the type of person to wallow like he was, but what if tomorrow you’d find someone new, someone better - someone who wouldn’t break your heart like some typical asshole guy.

His thoughts were loud, but the sound of footsteps descending the stairs pulled him from the static noise in his brain. He was fully ready to hide or ignore the person and just go to bed; he wasn’t prepared for your figure to be the one he saw. You were dressed in a pair of fuzzy socks, sleep shorts and an old t-shirt you’d stolen from James months ago, one you’d sworn you hadn’t taken, you had even helped him look for it - sneaky girl, he thought.

Your expression was unreadable; you looked sad and tired, rubbing your arm as you stared at him, unable to find the words to say, again.

“Hi, sweetheart,” James broke the silence, desperately trying to get things back to the way they were, choosing to pretend that he didn’t see the track of dried tears on your cheeks.

“Can’t sleep,” you mumbled, not moving from your place at the end of the staircase, fully ready to ascend them again when he inevitably would reject you.

James’ face softened, somehow happy that you were facing insomnia as he was.

“Come here,” he smiled, patting his lap.

You slowly walked over, hesitantly crawling onto his lap, sitting stiffly on him, unsure what was too much.

You only had to sit for five seconds before he had his arms around you, cradling your body against his, so you could relax your head against his shoulder.

It was instantaneous, the relaxed sigh you let out, unable to conceal it. The lack of tiredness you’d felt before gone, sleep now weighing down your eyes. You snuggled closer against him, burying your face in the crook of his neck, listening to his slow breathing, feeling his pulse against your forehead.

James felt it as well, the same relaxed feeling travelling over his entire body, ecstatic that he was finally allowed to hold you again, even though it hadn’t even been twenty-four hours since he’d last held you - it still felt like forever without you.

“I love you, James,” you mumbled against his neck. You could feel his breath hitch and his pulse pick up, but you’d couldn’t let it stop you.

“- I know you love me too, even though it’s not the same way I love you… I just needed you to know so that you can end our friendship if it’s too weird for you.”

You soaked up the silence from the slight pause that followed your words, refusing to detach yourself from the safety of his neck.

His arms around you squeezed you, pecking the top of your head.

“Can you look at me? Please, sweetheart,” he whispered softly, waiting for you to look up at him.

You couldn’t allow yourself to hope, but you did… you always did when you looked in his eyes, and this time wasn’t any different.

“Sweetheart… my beautiful, sweet, amazing, funny, adorable, only slightly annoying, wonderful girl,” he grinned, chuckling as you smacked his arm.

“- Of course I love you as a friend… but I am also crazily, stupidly, in love with you, more than you could ever know… I’d be absolutely mad not to be….”

“- you are amazing, and I can’t begin to tell you how many times I hoped you felt the same, but I really believed you didn’t… and then-then I go and hurt you because I’m just the biggest idiot in the wizarding AND muggle world.”

You smiled, “we’re both idiots… - two idiots who luckily love each other.”

James looked like a five-year-old child on Christmas morning, hugging you tightly before resting his forehead against yours.

“We love each other,” he giggled dreamily, nuzzling his nose against yours.

You nodded, closing your eyes before your lips finally met in a tender kiss. You moved with him, letting the feeling of electricity, fireworks and all those typical romantic cliches overtake you. His lips were soft, slightly chapped, but hungry against yours, moving as if he was making up for lost time or scared you’d disappear if he opened his eyes. You kissed him back with as much intensity, whining from the force of him against you, a huge weight lifting from both of your shoulders.

He laughed breathlessly as you yawned, breaking the kiss with a tired smile.

“You already bored of me, baby?” he joked, squeezing your hip.

Your heart fluttered at the new pet name, a pink blush settling on your cheeks.

“I’m just tired,” you smiled, leaning your head back against his shoulder.

“I know, I’m only teasing… I know you could never be bored of all this,” he wiggled his brows as you chuckled at him.

“Don’t be so cocky, Potter,” you smirked, knowing how much James despised being called Potter by you.

“I won’t be accepting Potter anymore… I’ll gladly take, baby, babe, honey, love of my life, the sexiest man I know and so on, but never Potter.”

You rolled your eyes at him, trying to stifle another yawn, “All alright, love of my life, can we sleep now?”

James smiled triumphantly, tightening his grip on you, shifting to lay down with you against him.

“I love you, my sweet girl,” he whispered, listening to your breathing slow, loving the way you snuggled impossibly closer to him.

“I love you, Jamie.”

.

“Here you go, baby,” James grinned, placing the croissant on your plate before finding more foods to load onto your pile.

“Thank you, Jamie,” you smiled softly, leaning your head against his shoulder.

He kept you close, saying that he didn’t believe in personal space, keeping an arm around you, with his hand on your hip to keep you against him.

“Do you want tea?”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to finish a whole mug,” you looked up at him, his eyes looking like hearts as he smiled down at you.

“We can share, my love,” he pecked your forehead, pouring the tea into the mug in front of him.

“Oh gods, this is worse than before,” Sirius said with disgust, suppressing a fake gag.

“At least they can both see now,” Remus smiled into his book, ignoring Sirius’ gags and your back and forth whispers of ‘I love you’.

JHSDHF i love james sigh

Comfort person (1.6k)

summary: when sirius hurts you and james' feelings, both of you turn to each other for comfort.

warnings: cussing

pairing: james potter x fem!reader

a/n: honestly whenever I try to write for anyone else, I just lose all my inspiration and get so unmotivated hhhhhhhhh

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You've never seen Sirius like this. His face was hot red, his mouth shouting at you so loud that you could barely think of anything. You didn't understand what went wrong, one minute you were beside him in Potions class and the next he was screaming at your face about being loud and exasperating.

Maybe it was because you had talked to him  the entirety of the class, probably ticking him off with your rambling state. But you recalled all the times you talked to Sirius, he never ever called you out for it. He would even chip in with his little comments in the middle of your stories.

You figured it had something to do with a howler. This morning, right in front of the whole school, Sirius had received a howler by none other than his cruel parents. It contained a colorful variety of rude names they called their child. And by the end of it, his mother was practically screeching as she reminded him that he was a useless son.

You saw his evident sadness of course, but you assumed that Sirius would always bounce back to the good side. He always did, so you talked and interacted to him normally. Because Sirius liked how you understood, treating him normally after witnessing intimate family troubles. He didn't like that fragile bullshit, he didn't like to be treated differently.

But somehow, by the end of day he had already been pissed at you. The common room was empty except for you, James, and Sirius. James was just conveniently there when you entered the room with Sirius, his words already making you frown.

"Y'know, Y/n. You were so chipper in Potions, chatting about your very happy life, sharing details about your holiday in the States. Guess what? No one gives a flying fuck!" He said harshly, your eyebrows raising as your face grew hot.

"Excuse me?" You asked him, "Why are you so fucking rude suddenly?"

James began to lift his head up from the book he was caught up in, confused as to why both of his best friends were arguing so heatedly.

"No, seriously. It's like you didn't even notice the state I was in. I looked like I wanted to be fucking left alone, bloody hell." He grumbled, huffing at you, plopping down carelessly on one of the couches.

"Well I– I thought it would make you feel better. You told me you didn't like—" You started, before quickly getting cut off by Sirius.

"No, you're insensitive is what it is!" He shouted suddenly, making you jump in your place. Sirius stood up and rubbed his forehead, his mind feeling more dizzy.

At this, James perked up. He began to stand up, pointing a finger to his best friend. "Sirius ... what's going on here?" James asked calmly.

You rolled your eyes. "What's going on here, James; is that Sirius is taking out his anger on me for talking to him," you paused, scoffing at the long-haired boy sat angrily in front of you, "Rather than telling his friends about what's bothering him!" You shout.

"Y/n, don't fucking speak—" Sirius tries, but getting cut off by James now.

"Padfoot, don't shout at her like that. Can we all just— can we just take a deep breath—" James offered.

Suddenly, Sirius stood up and shoved past James who was standing in the middle of the seats you and Sirius sat on. "Oh, piss the fuck off Prongs!"

James was taken aback, momentarily shocked by his best friends words. The seven years they've known each other, Sirius had never uttered something like that to James. "What's going on?" He asks, voice low. "You never speak to me like that." James added, a hurtful look displayed on his face.

"Fuck off! Just fuck off, alright? Merlin, it's like you can't take the hint that you're not wanted here." Sirius shouts, sighing tiredly as he plops back down the couch.

"I was here first!" James shouted abruptly, his eyebrows knitting together with a confused and concerned look.

Sirius scoffs, "Fine, fucking hell." He comments, picking himself up from couch and heading towards the stairs that led to the dorms.

When Sirius was gone and the common room was empty, James let out a heavy sigh and lifted his head up to stare at the ceiling. You glanced at him, your fingers still fiddling and heavy tears threatening to fall down your cheeks.

"Merlin, I'm so stupid!" You say, pausing for a moment to wipe the tears before it could fall. "I should've known how his mood was the whole day. I mean— I did know. But I still talked his ear off." You grumbled to yourself, biting your lips nervously.

James directed his face to you, his neck still tilted back against the couch. He offered you a pity smile, " 'S not your fault, love." The way he uttered those words felt so soft, so gentle. So different from the way he was seconds earlier.

You should've been used to James calling you those type of nicknames now. But really the way he said it, with his raspy voice and his sleepy eyes; it made you swoon more than you'd like to admit.

"It is a little, James. I just thought that he could've used a little cheering up. But I didn't know he took it so deeply. Those howlers used to come pretty frequently, I'm not sure why he was so affected by this one." You sighed, scooting closer to where James lazily sat.

When your arms touched, James extended his arm and wrapped it around your shoulders to bring you closer. He lets you nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck, feeling him get a little more flustered than usual.

"You couldn't have known." James consoled, his fingers already playing with the ends of your hair. "Sirius is unpredictable, he gets like that sometimes. But I've really never seen him that angry before." James stops his actions on your hair and instead moves it so he's caressing your shoulder with his thumb.

"You okay?" You ask him, turning your head up to peer at the dark-haired boy. James just gives you a small smile, ever so soft in the dim lighting.

"Just fine." James comments simply, "I'm a little shocked though. Really, all these years we've been friends— Merlin, Y/n. He has never spoke to me like that. Or Moony, or Wormtail either."

You frown at him, unconsciously extending an arm to grab his hand. Within a second, James has his fingers threading yours. The comfort, the familiarity of him and Sirius' friendship feels tense. You can tell by how his face contorts sadly.

"Let's just let him cool off. Then after that, maybe we'll approach him gently and apologize. I'm sure he'll notice how harsh he was James." You comfort the boy, offering him a small smile.

"Yeah, yeah." James brushes off, "Was he bothering you the way up? Or was he rude or did he say anything—?"

You stop the boy before he can get too panicked. "No, Jamie. I'm fine, promise." You assured him, patting him softly with your other hand. "Just a little shocked as well."

"I saw you crying, y'know." James speculated. "For what it's worth, you aren't annoying or loud or anything Pads said. He was just in the heat of the moment, you know him."

You nodded at his words comforting words, basking in the loving ambience that James gave off. "You think so? Because I do talk a lot, sometimes I don't think of how it may affect other people. I do tend to ramble, yeah? And it's not particularly a good habit, I think. My mum told me once that I had to control how I talked to in front of people. Of course I always try, James. But to me it feels like a must, I must talk to someone. I guess it just calms me down, makes me feel loose and comfortable, you know? This reminded me of what Remus said, there's this thing called your coping mechanism—" You were cut off by James' laugh filling the room, stopping at once and covering your face with your hands.

James chuckled and rolled his eyes playfully at your actions. Then he removed his arm from around your shoulders and used it to pull your hands away from your face. "Don't worry, your rambling is adorable." He confessed, his eyes glancing down at your lips.

You meant to giggle or laugh or chuckle or something, just like you did everytime he complimented you so sweetly. It was a method of yours to drive him crazy but at the same time brush him off. But your mind momentarily froze up as James continued staring at your lips like that.

"Uh ... thanks— thank you James." You muttered and gave him a miniscule smile.

Before you could step away from the very close and probably most intimate moment you've had with him, James unexpectedly extends a hand to your face. You weren't holding his hand anymore, already letting go of it earlier. James grazes it against your cheek, cupping it gently and staring down at you.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks softly, his voice barely a whisper. Your eyes flit hopefully to his, nodding ever so slightly.

A second passes, then two. Then before you could process it, James' lips were on yours. Delicate and hard at the same time, like he was too excited. You pull him closer with your hands on his neck, caressing his soft skin and playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. James doesn't go further than placing his hands on your cheek, keeping it there to feel the warmth of your flustered skin burn through his palms.

The kiss is slow but so passionate. Halfway through the kiss, both of you are out of breath and opt to pull away. You kiss him again, again, and again. As the time passes and your lips are unmoving from his, you forget all about Sirius.

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Okay yayy! Our boy James pining for reader and confessing to them when he gets super drunk, maybe he got drunk coz he saw you dancing with some other guy and tried to drown his sorrows with alcohol 😔 silly boy

silly, silly boy indeed

"No. No don't laugh at me, Y/n. The one time I get piss drunk and you're already making fun of me? 'S not like I haven't had enough of tonight." James grumbled, causing you to laugh at him again.

"Alright, alright. I'm sorry," you pause, pushing the thick head of curls behind his forehead momentarily to press a light kiss there. "I just don't get it is all. You're usually the one who's always talking care of us, never wanting a drop of anything until we're all tucked to sleep."

James sighs softly, the alcohol still swirling his thoughts around. "Merlin, it's because I love you." He dropped his head, his eyes blinking rapidly to stay awake.

"I love you too, Jamie. I just don't see how that correlates—"

James huffs, "I mean I'm in love with you." His cheeks immediately burn up, his mind not sober enough to shut up though. "Merlin, I have been for a while too. And seeing you with— with whoever that was you were dancing with ... it just— it just got me all fucked up here because ..." James trailed off, rubbing his head while strands of his unruly hair spilled beautifully.

"You're in love with me?" You ask him dryly. When James doesn't answer because he's stuck mid headache and drunken thoughts, you take his chin in your hands and direct his face to yours. You repeat the question and let it sit for a while as you process this new found information. "And you had to be drunk to tell me ..." You stated, confusion painted all over you.

"Yeah, because I always fuck everything—" he tried, his words slurring out badly. You cut him off though, pulling his chin closer until your lips were connected.

James may have been stupidly drunk, but he was certain that he would never forget this moment. Not ever.

Fake it till you fall in love (3.5k)

summary: failing to woo lily evans into being his, james asks you to agree to fake date him. when lily finally notices james and he's asking for a fake breakup— you're conflicted. because falling in love with your fake boyfriend definitely wasn't what you expected.

warnings: none really

pairing: james potter x fem!reader

a/n: I kinda ruined the whole plot bc I was sooo tired and just got 0 motivation halfway through, so the ending was quite :/ hope you like it though! oh and this was requested, but as I said before my tumblr was acting up so it got deleted but I wrote this before it did<3

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"I'm sorry, you want to do what with me?" You ask the bespectacled boy in front of you, your mouth parting in confusion.

James Potter smiles shyly and tilts his head to the side, still keeping a hard stare on you. "When I say it like that then it does sound weird, doesn't it?" He inquires.

"It's not weird, per se. It's just ... why?" You ask him seriously, closing your book now and paying full attention to James.

James shrugs, "Sirius told me—"

You snicker, holding up a hand in front of you condescendingly. "Please, Potter. If Sirius told you anything, it's not worth listening to. Speaking from experience." You say the last part disappointingly.

James shook his head and chose to ignore your comment. "Sirius told me that girls typically find themselves more interested in guys when they see them with someone else." He said with a grin.

"You're certainly optimistic that I'll even agree to 'fake date' you. Which is ridiculous, I'll say again." You raise your eyebrows and slump against your chair.

You were in the library now, studying for the Charms exam that would happen next week. And the studying was going pretty well considering you didn't usually focus easily. That was until James Potter decided to disrupt the peaceful aura that you already built in the back table.

And the fact that he came over with such a smug face, expecting you to kneel at him and agree with everything he asked of you. James was desperate, you could see that. So that meant you could persuade him to give you at least something for doing this scheme he proposed to you.

"What do I get out of this? If I even agree." You teased him, tapping the end of your wand to your chin.

"Isn't being with me something enough?" He smirked while saying this, which made you want to knock the arsehole off the table. Yes, that was right, James was sitting on top of the table and looking down at you ad if he owned the place.

"Hm, no." You said simply, smiling at him in response. James sighed softly, his mouth dipping down to a frown.

"Well I— I could buy you something..." He trailed off, "I mean, you like books right?" James asked seriously.

"I do." You nod.

James beams as if he didn't just make a horrible deal with you. He couldn't have known that you read a lot and asking to buy your books was a terrible mistake. But whatever, if he wanted Lily to show interest then this was the small price to pay.

"So we're doing this? Actually, right? This is a deal, no backing away." He points a finger at you.

You think twice, the answer glowing brightly in your mind. You were going to agree anyway, fooling around with James Potter for a few months— what could hurt? He was considered an entertaining guy, and you only needed to show it to the teacher's pet's face. And with a plus side, James would practically be throwing his money at you.

"Sure." You agree then adding, "However long this goes on for, you're doing all of my Transfiguration work." James rolls his eyes at you but eventually nods slowly. "Alright, owl me. I've got stuff to do." You tell him, standing up from the chair and collecting all your books.

Just before you can go, James turns at you while still perched on the table. "How about a kiss to seal the deal?" He offered, a smirk growing wider on his face.

You laugh, "Oh, fuck off Potter."

—

It's been exactly a week and James is already driving you mad. You wouldn't have minded it if he took your hand in his, kissed your cheeks or forehead, or even on the lips if needed. But this boy did not know what subtle meant, not even if it hit him the head.

You were sitting in the Great Hall, talking Lily's ear off about how "amazing" James was being with you. You could tell that the girl was growing annoyed at you, her eye blinking rapidly as a tight smile played on her lips.

"He is so good to me, Lils. Every morning, he owls me a note to my dorm. Sometimes it's silly puns and jokes that don't even make sense, but sometimes they're really sweet." You giggled, smiling at the red-headed girl in front of you.

Lily nodded, "That's ... amazing, Y/n." She paused momentarily to clear her throat. "I'm just a little confused about how you ended up dating. A week ago, both of you hated each other. And now .... well..." She trailed off.

"Oh, you know what they say, Lily. There's a thin line between love and hate." You smile cheerfully at the girl. Your words making a mark in her mind, thoughts of James making her flush.

You chatted for a while, you never hesitating to throw a 'guess what my Jamie said to me the other day' comment. A few minutes later, James strolled inside the Great Hall. He looked just the same, except now he had a huge grin plastered on his face. He immediately seated himself beside you, giving you a peck on the cheek.

"Good morning, my love. How did you sleep?" He asked you as he took his breakfast.

You just smiled at him cheekily, your hand going to his shoulders and massaging him gently— just to keep the chemistry believable. "Slept just fine, Jamie. I was just telling Lily here about how amazing you were." You smiled widely, pinching his cheeks that were already turning red at the sight of Lily.

"Is that right? And did you tell her about how today is our two-week anniversary?" He asked you. You held back the urge to roll your eyes and instead settled for stepping on his foot harshly.

"Oh no! I must've forgotten. But yes, Lils— today is our two-week anniversary." You laughed, making sure you were stepping on James' foot painfully. "And ... we are spending today in Hogsmeade, all James' treat. That right, darling?" You smiled at him smugly.

"Mhm, of course. Love treating m'girl." He says casually. James winced, nodding at you dutifully before continuing with his breakfast.

You kissed him on the cheek again, then finally faced Lily and smiled happily. "You're welcome to join us if you want." You offer her.

Lily laughs nervously, holding up a hand. "Um— nope, no. But thank you though, it's a nice offer." She said politely. "I ... I have class now. So— So I'll be going ..." she smiled tightly at the both of you, waving a hand as she got up from her seat.

When she was surely out of the Great Hall, you shove James on the shoulder harshly. "Two weeks anniversary." You scoffed, mocking his previous words. "Potter, you better bring a lot of money with you."

The boy rolled his eyes at you, "This arrangement won't be needed much longer. Did you see the way she reacted? She was definitely jealous."

—

The Hogsmeade visits became more recent. Now you just make it a rule that whenever James does or says something way out of line— he owes you a Hogsmeade trip. You had to give it to Sirius because his tips worked.

James woke up every single day ready to greet you sweetly, with a kiss on either your cheek or your forehead. James is extremely affectionate, a thing you've learned about the boy in the month you've been fake dating. It felt suffocating at first, always having him by your side. But when he told you that his love language was physical touch, you make an effort to let him be comfortable. And obviously, James provides you with enough gift-giving to keep you sane with him.

Some days you get so caught up in him that you think the relationship feels ... somewhat real. You try hard not to let his affectionate praises and compliments get into your head. There was no way a girl wouldn't swoon at his words. If you got used to it, you would definitely be crazy about him. And it would be painfully horrible because he wasn't in love with you. Not that you wanted him to be.

Your thoughts of him were immediately washed away when a jingle of the doorbell sounded. James himself came out of the store, a stack of books in his hands. He didn't look miserable like he did the first time you took him there. In fact, he looked like he actually enjoyed picking books for you. You told him earlier on to surprise you with books he thought you'd love, James obviously followed through with the order.

"Hey, Y/l/n. The shopkeeper said there was a new batch yesterday, so I got you some extras." James said cheerfully as his hands held up the stack to you.

You smile at him, "Potter, you didn't have to. Seriously, I'm starting to think that I'm using you." You chuckle at him.

James shakes his head, "Oh no. I'm the one that's using you. This is the least I could do." He handed the stack over to you.

"Why's that?"

James pushes his hair back, bits of snow falling to his face. You ached to push them away, wanting to bury your fingers in his curls. "You— you know, making Lily jealous and all."

You looked at him, "She's getting jealous, huh? I guess our plans working after all." You chided.

James grins, wrapping a hand around you. "Mhm, and I'm really grateful for your help. So just accept the books." He told you, his face leaning on the top of your head.

"I was planning on taking it, Potter." You smiled, tapping two fingers on his chest as if telling him to back away from you.

"Alright, alright." James backed away, two hands held up defensively at you. "Now, since we've done your spot— let's go to the Three Broomsticks."

You knit your brows in confusion, "I thought you weren't allowed to drink, the downside of being a Quidditch star and all."

"Too right, which is a stupid rule. But I won't be drinking there, just going to see my Lily flower." James said dreamily. You could see the glint and excitement in his eyes. You wondered how it would feel if he thought about you like that. Wait ... what?  You chastised yourself in your mind, reminding yourself not to catch feelings for this stupid boy.

But then you watched him as he walked excitedly toward the direction of the pub. You frown at yourself as snow rained down and covered your coat with flakes of it. You thought about James and his good heart. You thought about how you may have used him, used his lovesick heart to buy you things and do your homework.

But then you recall his words about Lily. How much he adored the girl, never missing a beat when it came to complimenting her. You don't think you could get lower than where you are now, silently hoping James Potter would do all those things for you, genuinely.

—

You haven't fully sorted out your feelings yet. It's been another month now, you and James' fake dating ruse still going strong. Remus and Sirius tease you relentlessly about it, both of them paying attention to your attitude change towards James now.

Now you're standing alone in the Gryffindor common room, a sea of students crowding around you. Tonight was the victory party for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, everyone celebrating together as the music added to the effect.

You haven't talked or seen James yet, having only exchanged glances with him during the match. And even then, he barely paid attention to you. His gaze was always on the person who sat two rows below you. You tried not to get too affected by it, but it didn't help that when he caught the snitch— his eyes never searched for you but for a particular redheaded girl.

So imagine your shock when he suddenly appeared next to you in the common room. He was changed out of his Quidditch robes, his hair washed and dried of sweat, and his scent enveloping you.

"Congrats!" You yelled in his ear, making sure he heard you.

James smiled at you, waving a modest hand your way. "Yeah, yeah. I don't care about that—" he tries before you interrupt the boy with a bear hug. "Uh ..."

You squeeze him, "I'm proud of you. Truly." In the two months that you've known him so intimately, it seems impossible not to like the boy. You pull away from him but lean in to give him a small kiss on the cheek.

Then James starts to laugh, "Y/l/n, no one's here to watch us. Have you drank too much ... or?" He questions, your expression turning into an awkward one now.

"No, I just— I mean, can I not do that? You— you've never made rules about that. I guess— um ... well, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable or anything." You stuttered, your mind blanking as he stares at you weirdly.

"I'm not uncomfortable, you just never do that." He chuckles, patting you on the shoulder. "Alright, 'm gonna go find my Lily flower. She talked to me right before the match, y'know?"

"She did?" You asked, your heart skipping a beat.

James smiled, "Mhm. She told me good luck and all that, I think she was about to kiss me too. But of course, I'm in a relationship." He says cheekily.

Before you could reply to his story, however, Sirius came over to where you are with Remus in his hold. He immediately captured James in a hug, though it looked like he was drunkenly depending his life on the boy. "Prongs! Mate, you fucking smashed it out there! Just a heads up, your Lily flower has been staring since the moment you stepped in." Sirius added with a whisper.

"Alright love, I think you've had enough to drink tonight." Remus interrupts, wrapping a hand to support Sirius. "Congrats, mate. Think you two can end this business soon. I overheard Lily hushing to Marlene about you during the match. She seems pretty obsessed with you, Prongs."

James smiles to himself, the idea of Lily thinking about him for a mere second making him flush red. When Remus had left you both alone again, turn to him nervously.

"Maybe we should kiss." You blurted, not even registering what you just said.

James leans his head closer to you as if he didn't just hear you say those words. "Pardon?" He asked, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

"Lily ... is uh— looking at us right now." You tell him. Your fingers begin to fiddle with each other, nervously picking at your nails.

"You're okay with that?" He asks you, ever the proper gentleman. At this, you swear you're about to explode.

In the foggy-lit common room, standing in front of James as the music intensifies. You nod once, twice, and when he doesn't respond you're ready to assure him again that it was fine. But then his lips are on yours, quick and gentle. You move your hands to his chest, balancing him so that he doesn't topple over as he's leaning down to kiss you.

The kiss doesn't last long, because James doesn't want the girl of his dreams disappearing before he gets a chance to see her. But you, on the other hand, savor every second that his lips are placed on yours.

When James pulls away, his expression is plain and unaffected. You though, you were a blushing mess. Your cheeks warmed and your lips tingled when he pulled away.

"Is she looking?" James asked, keeping his gaze fully on you. You looked to the right where Lily and Marlene stood.

"She— uh ... she's looking. Do you think that worked though? Or do you need another kiss—?" You were so so stupid for asking him that. But you still wanted his lips on yours, needing it to last longer than the first time.

James chuckled, "No Y/l/n, that was fine."

—

"I hate myself, I hate myself, I hate myself." You chanted, head buried in your hands.

Remus clicked his tongue and rubbed the back of your head, soothing you with his fingers. "I'm sorry if I might have rubbed it in your face about Lily at the party." You found yourself frowning deeper at his words, remembering how joyful James got when Remus informed him that Lily was giving signs.

"I actually kind of expected this from the start." Sirius boomed in with his loud voice, not really making the matters better.

You were lying in the common room, both Remus and Sirius listening intently at your confession. Remus had had surprisingly calm, taking in your words slowly and letting it process. But Sirius however, couldn't be more smug for his best friend. Because not only was the girl James had been mooning over for years was now into him, but also the girl who agreed to fake-date him to get the girl he'd been mooning over for years. So to be short ... it was kind of a mess.

"So what am I going to do? He's asking to stage a breakup." You asked the two. You really couldn't be bothered about how you're currently asking two boys for advice.

Precisely a week ago, James had started begging for a fake break up. He wanted it to happen in front of Lily, cue the screaming and the throwing things. But you told him to hold it off for a couple days, make Lily truly feel heavy with love for James. He agreed after all, expecting it to happen soon. But you on the other hand, you were a  panicking mess. You opted to tell Remus and Sirius about the situation, already growing stresses and the countless reminders from James to break up.

"Well, I say follow your heart." Sirius paused, gathering his things as he got up from the couch. "If you want to tell Prongs, then go do it. I can't guarantee a good outcome for you; but you can try. If you want to keep it in until you've found your true match, I'll support it anyways. Can I guarantee a good outcome on this as well? Nope."

You rolled your eyes, playfully shoving him away as you slump against the couch. "What do you say, Remus?"

"Hm. Well, it is quite a confusing choice for you. But I know you'll figure this out." He smiled, like he gave any help at all.

"I never should've agreed with this arrangement. I thought I could fake it, yeah I guess I could. Till I fell in love." Your words made the Teo boys suddenly jerk in surprise.

"You what?" Both of them asked in unison.

"Oh, Merlin. Fuck my fucking life." You said dramatically, plopping your face back to your hands.

Just then, the painting door that ked to common room opened. In came James Potter and Lily Evans, looking like a better couple than you did (not that you were a real one). You couldn't help but grimace at the sight of them. James was laughing loudly, still in his Quidditch attire. Lily must've been watching his practice if she entered with him.

At this Remus and Sirius quickly stood up, Remus pecking you with a gentle kiss on the forehead and Sirius smiling at you. It gave you at least some relief, waving them goodbye.

James caught your eye, his cheeks red and his mouth never stop grinning. He bid Lily goodbye then, telling her that he's going to chat with his girlfriend. When he finally does plop down beside you, his face doesn't change.

He looks amazing, as always. His hair messy and the top of his Quidditch robes unbuttoned. He barely notices the frown on you, like he barely notices it when you're not handling things well. "We need to break up, like now." He pressures you even further.

"Oh, I know. I think I've finally made a decision." You told him, your breathing changing due to nerves.

"What is it? Did you decide to do the big thing with the screaming and throwing things? Or will you just—"

"No, I have made the decision to ... um— tell you that I ..." You trailed off, fiddling with your fingers. James stared at you so intently that his gaze burned holes into you. "You should just tell Lily already. I think the screaming and throwing things is a little unnecessary." You finish, following through with your second choice. You knew deep down, however much you wanted to follow your heart— it wouldn't fulfill James.

Because he wanted Lily wholly, and the plan worked so well that the girl was now interested in him. He didn't want you wholly, he wanted you just as far as his fake girlfriend. And who were you to ruin the plan? You didn't want to overcomplicate things further.

"So ... we're broken up?" He laughs, filling the room with beautiful echoes of his laugh.

You nodded, "Mhm."

Out of nowhere, James tackles you with a hug. His warmth and probably post-Quidditch training sweat, enveloped you fully. "I know we've done this a couple times. But this time I mean it. Thanks for ... everything, I guess." He mutters.

You smile sadly, "Maybe one last Hogsmeade trip?" You offer, wiping a single tear off your cheek quickly.

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what’s love got to do with it? (part 1) - james potter x reader

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a/n: hi everyone!! soooo this was supposed to be my entry for @rosaliepostsstuff​‘s 80′s hits writing contest but i’m slow as HECK and school’s been on my back lately so this is so so late. i hope y’all still enjoy it tho!

also: i didn’t include peter in this because i literally forgot so uh – enjoy the lack of a rat!

song reference:  what’s love got to do with it - tina turner

word count: 1,066

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“Aw, you’re just adorbs, Siri,” you cooed as you looked over at the dark haired boy sitting beside you on the field. “I missed you so, so much this break,” you continued as you put a hand to his cheek.

Sirius sneaked a glance at Marlene, sitting a few feet away; she looked over curiously. Spotting this, Sirius met your eyes and replied loudly, “me too, babe.” Marlene narrowed her eyes and Sirius grinned.

You resisted the urge to your eyes and instead smiled back at him, trying to channel the look of a young girl madly in love.

Just think of the 10 galleons he owes you – yep, just think of how many sugar quill you’ll be able to buy, you silently thought to yourself. Oh Godric, it’s no use, why’d I agree to this anyway!” you cursed yourself. 

Thankfully, Marlene had looked away and didn’t catch this slip in your facade. You breathed a sigh of relief.

Somehow, Sirius had convinced you to fake date him in an attempt to make McKinnon jealous. You had flat-out refused at first, but he whittled you down slowly, and you finally caved when he had offered the bribe. Now, though? You were regretting that decision more than ever – you simply didn’t feel anything more than platonic love for him, and it was becoming increasingly difficult for you to keep this up.

Sirius seemed to have noticed this, because he leaned over to block you from Marlene’s point of view. “Just one more month, Y/N,” he pleaded. And how could you refuse that good ol’ Black charm? 

“Godric, alright alright, you git, but not a minute more” you relented.

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I'm Gonna Be a Brother?! ¬ James P.

Plot - 'Heyy can I pls request a James potter X female!reader where reader finds out she is pregnant with their second baby and surprises James and a few yrs old harry (thank you ♥️)' by @sluttylesbian4you

Genre -☁️️ Fluff ☁️️

Pairing - James Potter x Fem!Reader

Notes/Warnings - Nothing except cheesiness and pregnancy obviously. Lily is happily married to Mary Macdonald and Harry is the reader's son. Sorry this was delayed!! Also I added Christmasy theme

Word Count - 1.1k

“Congratulations Mrs. Potter. You are definitely pregnant, about 2 months along from the looks of it”

Pregnant.

Eyes widened at the word as your breath hitched. Emotions rang through your brain before settling on one, pure joy. Another child, another little bundle of happiness to love.

Thoughts of baby-names, future tender moments and plans clouded your brain as you bid goodbye to St. Mungo's, deciding to take advantage of the gentle Winter Day as you began your walk home.

Flecks of snow brushed against your skin and the cold air nipped playfully at your cheeks, but nothing could pull you away from the happiness you felt. James and you had always wanted Harry to have a brother or sister, but neither of you had been particularly sure on when. For the past two years, Harry had been receiving all the attention and care a little one could wish for, and for that time, both you and James were content with one child.

The crunch of the fresh snow beneath your feet acted as the soundtrack to your thoughts, with the wind rustling the remaining leaves in accompaniment. That one question lingered in your mind, how would you tell James and Harry?

Ideas of a Christmas decoration saying ‘World’s Best Big Brother’ appealed to you, but you remembered quickly that your darling son couldn’t read. Perhaps telling Harry and using him to surprise James might be the best option, but then again, the little one was never good at keeping a secret.

By the time you reached the wreath decorated door of the Potter Household, tunes of holiday songs ringing from inside, you still hadn’t decided on a method of surprising them.

‘Maybe it’s better to just tell them outright, or maybe I should just wait’ You thought as you entered the warmth.

Boxes were covering the lounge, glitter was floating around, and the two Potters were dancing up a storm as they placed the final touches on the tree. Brilliant white lights highlighted the sparkle of the blue tinsel Harry insisted on using, and the baubles looked perfectly beaming against the deep Brunswick-coloured tree. It was a joyful sight to see.

“Mummy, you home!”

The patter of little sock covered feet stopped abruptly as he leapt into your arms, bringing you into the warmth of his love-filled cuddles. Harry was always a mummy’s boy when it truly came down to it.

Holding the toddler on your hip as you ventured closer to the impressive tree, allowing Harry to tell you every detail of how he was the greatest tree maker ever. Taking in every sight as you praised the little one for his amazing work, before sending a thankful look towards your husband.

As Harry was set on the ground, running off to find the last decoration, James placed a delicate kiss against your cheek before wrapping his sweater covered arms around your waist.

“Harry wants you to place the final decoration on the tree, my love”

The confusion didn’t last long as Harry appeared with the glimmering silver star, ready to complete the sheer beauty of the tree. His little hands clutched onto the ornament as if it was treasure and could only be safe in the hands of his mum.

“Daddy put the ladd’er for you.”

Finally noticing the ladder waiting patiently beside the tree as you took the star from Harry’s cautious grip. The maternal fear crept up at the sight of the steps, realising the dangers that ladders held now you were expecting, but the look in Harry’s eyes was too adorable to deny.

“Mummy has a better idea. It involves magic.” Pulling your wand from its confines as you muttered a simple charm, knowing that Harry could never resist seeing magic in action.

The star rose from your hand as it gracefully spun, lifting closer to the top of the tree as the silver glowed from every angle and the glitter danced in the magical lights. It may have been a bit dramatic but the look on your son’s face was worth it.

His eyes reflected the shimmers as he looked on with childlike wonder, knowing that his mummy could make this beautiful thing with magic made him happier than he could word, but his face said it all.

Finally, the star perched itself on-top of the tree, completing the look as the three Potters looked on in appreciation and joy. Harry soon ran off to find his muggle camera that aunt Lily and auntie Mary had gifted him, leaving James to lovingly tease your use of magic.

“Bit dramatic love, could have just used the ladder that I so kindly set up.”

Giggling at his words as you lips moved without second thought. “Wow, so you’d make a pregnant lady climb a ladder just to put a star on a tree?”

It was as if the room had fallen silent. Realisation of your words hit you as you turned to face your husband, and when you dared to meet his eyes, you found them lined with tears. His widened eyes hid behind the frame of his glasses, the lens making the glisten of unfallen tears so prevalent.

“Is it? Are you serious?”

“Yes. I’m pregnant, my darling”

The gate opened as tears of excitement ran down his face, almost catching in his beaming smile before he embraced your body with such vigour that the two of you tumbled onto the sofa. Wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders as you pull him closer, allowing your own sobs of delight to escape as you relish in the joyous moment.

“Daddy, why you and mummy crying? You want snack?”

Those confused words pulled the two of you apart as you chuckled at Harry’s suggested cure, both you and James wondering how you ever got so lucky as to lead the life you currently have.

Scooping the worried toddler into the older Potter's arms, bringing him between the both of you as Harry tries to rub away some of the tears. You caress the little boy’s face as you settled his concerns.

“These aren’t bad tears, baby. These are happy tears, mummy and daddy are happy” Pulling Harry onto your lap as James shuffles closer to the two of you and allows his arm to rest over your shoulders. “We are happy because you are going to be a big brother. Mummy has a baby in her tummy.”

The little toddler’s eyes widened in shock, even though he didn’t know what it meant, he did know that he wanted to have a sibling to play with. A glowing smile overcame his features as he leant down, hovering his face over your stomach.

“I gonna be the best brother for you. I love you”

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A Moment With You

James Potter x Reader

Summary: When you wander from the Spring Ball, you find yourself sharing a moment with James.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: mutual pining, fluff, kissing

The Great Hall was filled from corner to corner with the utmost of jovial and boisterous energy, alive with the excitement that comes with events such as this one. It was the first ever spring ball to be held at Hogwarts—the only other ball that had been save for the occasional Yule Ball. It was deemed to be a good addition to create for the students, a perfect way to end the school year as spring began to turn to summer slowly but surely.

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Pairing: James Potter x fem!reader

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: angst, with a little bit of platonic hurt comfort, but mostly angsts

Summary: You've been in love with James for years, only when you're watching him fall in love with someone else do you realize how much that love has destroyed you.

A/n: part five of my Taylor Swift song fic series, this ons is done a little differently so I hope you enjoy, reblogs are always very much appreciated <33

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“Perfect,” James whispered with his usual casual smile, a blush creeping over your cheeks as his fingers lingered on your collar for another second.

“Need help dressing yourself now, dear Y/n?” Remus mused as he took a seat next to on the bench, the hands that hovered so close to your neck, dropping to his sides in an instant, your blush deepening as the boys laughed lightly.

“You know, I’m sure she’d be very much lost without us, Moony,” Sirius quipped, an arm draping around your shoulder as you turned to him with a raised brow.

“Says the boy who hasn’t even touched his textbooks since first year,” you poked a finger into his stomach, smiling as he flinched away slightly. “Tell me, Sirius Black, how would those grades look if not for this lost girl?”

“Oh, hush now, Y/n, you don’t want Moony to give me another speech, do you?”

“I should be giving one to the both of you, I expect you to not take this seriously, but you…” Remus paused to give you one of his well-known glares of disapproval. “You shouldn’t be enabling him.”

“Have you stopped leaving your essays on his desk then, dear Remus?” you questioned with a soft smirk, your words met with a little shake of his head as Sirius laughed at your side.

“Look at me, so very loved,” Sirius teased, eyes trailing from the side of your face in search of James’ attention, attention that was long gone from the moment at hand as he stared across the grounds to where a familiar redhead was laughing at something a boy said. “Poor lad, think he’s far beyond fancying her, ” he sighed and when you realized what he was referring to, your mood shifted almost instantly, something which Remus and Sirius of course picked up as quickly as it happened.

I told myself, don't get attached, but in my mind, I play it back.

“Prongs, care to join us back in the present?” Remus tutted with a pebble being thrown in James’ direction, the gesture snapping him away from his daze as he laughed shyly, hands stuffed into his pockets as he grew flustered. “The line between creepy and cute is very thin, you know?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, I turned around for a second to see her.”

“You turned around for multiple seconds to practically drool over her,” Sirius laughed and tried to be as subtle as possible as he tightened his arm around you.

“Changing the subject now,” James sighed, and his eyes fell onto yours. “I wanted to ask how our little project was coming along before we were so rudely interrupted by these fools,” a small groan was heard when he lightly kicked at Sirius’ shoe to make his point.

“What project?” the raven-haired boy asked ever so eagerly.

“It’s nothing,” you protested far too quickly, only raising suspicion as Remus sat up straight to see you.

“It’s not nothing, she’s helping me plan the perfect date for Lily and I, something to help her officially fall in love with me,” James explained so innocently, not noticing the glares from his friends that could practically burn holes into the sides of your head. “And I’m very grateful,” he added and smiled brightly at you before picking his bookbag up from the grass. “We’ll talk about it in potions, going to try and catch her before class.”

“Why on earth are you doing that?” Remus asked as soon as James was too far to hear, his eyes concerned as he looked at your sullen figure. “That cannot possibly be a good idea.”

“It’s not,” you groaned, hands gripping Sirius’ shirt as you leaned into his chest. “And I don’t know why I’m doing it either, just wanted to make him happy and you know I can’t say no to his stupid face,” you explained with a defeated sigh as you turned against his chest. “I don’t think I can go on like this much longer, what am I going to do if they truly get together?”

“Oh, love,” Sirius was the one to speak, careful hands holding you close.

The delicate beginning rush, the feeling you can know so much, without knowing anything at all.

You’d left the boys soon after, quite quickly feeling frustrated by their pity, and needing a few seconds before class to gather your thoughts and steer said thoughts away from the boy who seemed to dwell in them quite frequently. It took no genius to realize what you felt for James, you’d loved him longer than you allowed yourself to acknowledge, but ignoring the feelings didn’t make them go away, no matter how hard you tried.

The truth was that James knew too, you’d spend the first while thinking that he was oblivious to what was then a mere crush, but you knew him too well to continue that train of thought, he knew, always had. He knew you liked him, knew that you’d do anything for him because of it, he knew that somewhere in sixth year the crush turned into more and that’s when he convinced himself that he was seeing things. Convinced himself that the longing stares weren’t real, that there wasn’t something different in the way you said his name, that he didn’t see the hurt in your eyes whenever he mentioned her name, whenever he held you, looked at you.

It was also when you started doubting yourself. You had to be the problem; how couldn’t it be you? You’d given him your best years, the best of yourself and it felt like such a waste. The love was there, you were there and willing, but he didn’t want you- didn’t love you. It was like a wave crashing in high tide, the pain and the disappointment hit you all at once, covering you whenever you broke the water, drowning, and it continued to hit you all the same with every passing day. You loved him, but he never loved you.

And this is when the feeling sinks in, I don’t want to need you like this.

“Y/n?” it was James’ voice that drew you from your thoughts, your chin held up by your hands as you stared loosely at the moving picture of the two of you that hung behind his desk. “Are you alright, love?” he breathed with a careful smile as he sat up on the bed to see you.

“Yes,” you answered too quickly, sitting up in your chair as you pretended to shift your focus to your essay instead of the wall, James’ movements going unnoticed as he made his way towards you.

“Y/n, something is clearly bothering you, please tell me?” his voice was right beside you as he carefully moved your work from your reach, gently sitting down onto the desk to force you to meet his gaze. “Please don’t say it’s nothing, I know you too well for that to work,” he smiled, the comment only aiding in your frustration as you stood from the chair with a sigh.

“That’s the problem, James,” you nearly hissed, hands flying to your head where they tugged at your hair to remove the loose strands from your face.

“James?” he scoffed. “You’ve not called me by my first name since… well since ever, now I’m really concerned and confused, for that matter.”

This is falling in love in the cruelest way, this is falling for you and you are worlds away.

“You know me, you know my thoughts before I even think them, know what I need before I could even ask, and yet somehow, you mean to tell me you haven’t noticed? Haven’t noticed how unfathomably and unreasonably in love with you I am?”

The wave crashed down on him this time, his eyes filling with guilt-ridden realization as he pushed himself up from the desk. You wanted to scream, angry at yourself for bringing this up after all these years, exhausted from not bringing it up sooner and you were sure he felt the same. His actions were almost lethargic as he tried to step towards you, pausing when you shook your head. It was a moment of silence when it dawned on the both of you what would happen next, what would be said, what would be decided. From the second he stole the first fragment of your heart, there was no way things would remain as they were, there was no way you could simply stay Y/n and James. It would always have led to the ending that James had been putting off, avoiding, pretending it would not come even though it crept closer the closer he got to Lily.

“I need you to say it, James. I’ve been losing my mind being in love with you and I don’t expect you to try and feel something that you don’t. I don’t expect you not to love her purely because I love you. But I’ve been fighting against myself, holding out hope for something you’ve never wanted, you never wanted us, you never wanted me and I need you to say it- I need you to tell me that it’s okay not to love you anymore.”

“If I do, I will lose you.”

“You will lose me all the same,” you admitted and he frowned, hating the way it felt to see you like this, to feel what you felt without feeling it at all. He knew he was being selfish, he never wanted to be, never wanted to hurt you, you were his best friend and though he loved you more than he could fathom- he wasn’t in love with you and he would have to learn to be without you because of it.

“You’re my best friend, Y/n, my world-“

“James, please…”

“I’m not ready to do this, I’m not ready to choose.”

“I’m not asking you to choose,” you gasped, hands moving to your chest as you felt the muscles pull tight, threatening to suffocate you as you willed yourself to not break down in front of him. “I’m asking you to set me free. Say it, please? Say you don’t love me!”

“I don’t!” he shouted, and your heart clenched, legs begging to be released from their obligation to hold you upright as your nerves trembled. “I wish I did, wish I could give you what you deserve, more than anything, but I don’t love you, Y/n,” it looked like there were tears stumbling over his cheeks, but you couldn’t be sure, nothing made sense. James had given you complete clarity while realigning everything that you thought you knew.

Months had passed. You’d shut down, removed yourself from your own routine, from their lives. You’d convinced yourself that you needed to rid your heart of them too in order for the pain to go away but it only made it worse- you’d lost too much. You waited for him to leave for practice, watching with unfallen tears as he stumbled through the hallway as he always had, skip in his step - in tip top shape as your heart broke even more.

“Y/n?” Sirius asked, worried as he found you with your first hovering above his door, mind not registering his presence until his hand nimbly reached for your wrist, the touch breaking the fragile floodgate you’d constructed and releasing everything you’d been refusing to feel. You’d been foolish to think it’d be easy to let go of James Potter, falling for him was easy, being at his side and in his life was easy, but loving him destroyed you. Sirius pulled you into his chest, closing his eyes at the sound of your sobs that shook your body and he knew there was nothing else he’d ever be able to do. James was the only one who would’ve been able to rebuild you, but that would never be an option again.

And I break down, because it's not fair, that you're not around.

This is when the feeling sinks in, I don't want to miss you like this.

Come back.. be here.

Before you could say something, James said again, “It’s been three years, but I still want you.” He professed.

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Lover (1.6k)

summary: you and james settle in your shared apartment, making the best and reminiscing out of being in love.

warnings: none

pairing: james potter x fem!reader

a/n: fic 2 of my 500 followers: lover fic series. this is just full fluff <3

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"We really need to clean this house up, Jamie." You shouted from your place on the couch. James was fixing up the fireplace, lighting it up after your complaints of the apartment being too cold.

"We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January." He says back, not missing a beat. "This is our place, we make the rules."

You laugh at his comment, biting back a smile at how he says this was 'your place'. It hadn't even been a week, but the apartment was filled with all your stuff. It was because of magic of course. But all the Christmas decorations that were up, you and James did it together.

When James was done, he sat beside you on the couch and leaned his head to rest on your shoulder. "Can't believe I live with you now." He comments playfully, looking up to you.

"Seems surreal hm? It felt like just yesterday we were fighting on who had a turn on the Quidditch pitch first." You replied, a hand ruffling back his hair.

James shook his head, "Yeah, and not a second after that we were snogging in the changing rooms." He shot back, chuckling at the nostalgic memory.

You pressed a kiss on his forehead lightly, "I love you, Jamie." You said dearly, a blush spreading over your cheeks. He mouths the words back to you with a content grin.

And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear

Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?

"Y'know sometimes I think we've known each other for 20 years. But we haven't ... we just met each other in our seventh year—"

James smiled at you, "And even so, I love you more than anything in this world." He admitted. James looked at you like there was still something new he was ready to uncover. He'd been like that since three years ago, wanting to know something new about you everyday.

Even when the relationship was new, he was ready to delve in and put in so much effort to make sure both of you felt real enough. He didn't have to, of course. Because whenever you spent time with him, it all felt real. Not a day went by that you doubted how much James Potter loved you.

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

"Alright, I'm off to make us some breakfast." James announced, getting up from the couch and stretching his limbs. "What d'you want, love?"

You grinned, "I have to start getting used to this. James Potter making me breakfast, in our new shared home." You laughed lightly.

James rolled his eyes, "Even when we weren't living together, you know I'd come over and make you breakfast anyway." He settled.

You shrugged, "Well, true. But it feels so much nicer here. With the Christmas lights and the warmth, and you."

"You're so obsessed with me, hm? I remember vividly when we were fighting over and over again. Being grouped purposely by professors so we'd actually talk to each other without shouting. Quite the pair we were, by the way." James reminisces.

"Oh, come on. Just because you said 'I love you' first it doesn't mean that you win!" You said loudly, bringing up the topic again.

Two years ago, James told you he loved you. It wasn't exactly the best situation to say it in. You were drunk after a night spent with Lily, slurring your words to James as he took care of you. Then when you finally had the courage to say the three words, James blurted it out and beat you to it.

You tried to confess how you wanted to say it before him, but he took it as a win— saying the words first, and dating a pretty girl like you— and the conversation never settled.

"Nope!" He said from across the room, popping his p when he said it. "I was bloody scared to say it, but finally said it— so in conclusion, I win!"

You groaned, letting your head fall to the cushions of the couch. "Bloody hell, Jamie. We really need to stop competing over every little thing." You giggle slightly when you said it.

"Oh, so now it's a little thing—?!"

—

We could let our friends crash in the living room

This is our place, we make the call

"Trouble in paradise, Pads?" James asked his best friend, extending an arm to hand him a cup of coffee.

"Fuck sake, Prongs. I told you not to discuss it. It's just not the thing I want to talk about right now." Sirius complained, rubbing his head.

"You crashed in our living room— which we're not mad about, you know we love you, Sirius— but we would like to know the specifics, please." You addressed.

"Has anyone ever told you how you're both so bloody annoying?" He grumbled, picking at his painted nails.

"Yeah, a thousand times." James shot back, smiling at Sirius and patting him on the back.

"Alright, alright. It's just about Regulus. Moony told me I should consider ringing him or coming by to see him, maybe chat a little and ask how he's doing. I got really mad at him, it's just cause I don't like talking about my family." He sighed, a hurt expression playing back on his face.

"You should've told Rem that. The only thing he was mad about is probably that you can't help being mad. You— you just need to control these feelings, Sirius." You consoled him, a hand rubbing up and down his arm.

"Yeah— yeah, I just— I mean, I know." He deflated, combing through his hair in frustration. "Look, I'll apologize. Can I just have a shower first?" He asked.

James patted his back again, bringing in Sirius closer into a hug. "Anything you need, mate." He mutters, smiling to his best friend.

You smiled at James' words, a warmth spreading through your stomach at his kindness. He's always been like this, looking out for his friends and taking care of them when they needed. Especially when it came to Sirius, James was always happy to provide him with love.

When Sirius was gone, you snuggled up next to your boyfriend. James kissed you lightly, a small peck to thank you for letting Sirius stay the night. "I hope it works out for them." You said sadly.

"Don't believe it won't. They've been obsessed with each other for years, a small fight won't break it off." James mused, his face lighting up at memories of his friends.

And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you

I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

"Just like us, right?" You asked him playfully, "Except for that one time with Lily, when we were still in school." You said, laughing at the memory now.

James threw his head back, laughing heartily with you. "Y/n, come on! Why'd you have to bring that up?" He says while laughing still. "I've had a thing for her for years up till you turned my head 'round."

You grinned at him, "That was probably the only time we fought so hard, I dunno— I was immature and thought every girl who eye'd you had it out for me." You admitted guiltily.

James shook his head and leaned down to press another peck to your lips, "You shouldn't have been. They were all nice, but I only wanted you."

You gaze at the boy lovingly, admiring each feature of his slowly and making sure you never forgot how he looked.

Before you could say something, James said again, "It's been three years, but I still want you." He professed.

You kiss him properly, your lips igniting with passion every time you did. "And you have me."

My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue

All's well that ends well to end up with you

You think of how you've been through all those years in Hogwarts when you hadn't met James yet. How you've been through your fair share of boys and never being pleased or content with how they treated you. How your heart was merely borrowed by them, taken to only please their own feelings.

You also think of James and how obsessed he was with Lily. How at every turn he would constantly praise her, tell her sweet things, and offer her gifts— the girl would deny. You used to be confused why she did it, but you never knew it was because the girl just wanted a simple romance. And you knew James couldn't go with simple.

You remembered how blue he got when Lily shouted at him in the Great Hall, seeing his sullen face everytime you came in to Quidditch practice.

But when he met you though, he began to change. That was when he sincerely told you that he was into you, wanting to discover something in the found chemistry and tension you both had. And that blossomed into something more beautiful, something you had now.

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

You smile and tuck your head into the crook of James' neck, kissing his jaw before you rested in his hold. "I never want to part from you, Jamie. It would probably feel like hell, honestly." You laughed from your place.

James smiled softly, "We'll just stay here forever, then." He muttered, gazing down to look at you lovingly. His heart bursting, he kissed you once more and thought the same as you.

You're my, my, my, my

Oh, you're my, my, my, my

Darling, you're my, my, my, my

Lover

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“You can’t plan perfection. I can think of one perfect thing in my life that wasn’t planned,” He told you. He wore a look on his face that greatly resembled the heart eyes emoji and that told you everything you needed to know.

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Staycation{J.P.}

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔(𝓈): Upset (Y/N), feeling less than stellar

𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒞𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉:  1,434 Words

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Modern!James Potter x Muggle!reader

A/N: @scandalous-chaos endorsed this idea when it was a bad decision. It turned into something adorable and I thank Astoria for encouraging me on this one! <3

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You were laying on your boyfriends back and scrolling through your phone for vacation ideas. You both had felt tired from work and now that you both have time off together that’s coming up in the next few months you thought to plan something. 

“What about… Disney World?” You asked him, turning onto your back.

“Okay, number one: Disney World is basic and not magical at all and number two: why is your back on my back? It’s weird,” He responded. 

You sighed and shifted again. “Because it’s comfy to lay on my back,” You said.

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Paper Rings (2.5k)

summary: james' encounter with you turns a dislike for each other into a friendship. And when feelings progress between it, you're confused what james actually wants. You didn't expect him to respond with saying he was in love with you

warnings: remus got high in this one, talking about getting high, drinking, making outttt

pairing: james potter x slytherin!fem!reader

a/n: not much execution of the lyrics :( Also sorry for posting this a day late, hopefully it doesn't happen again !

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The moon is high, like your friends were the night that we first met

Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet, now I've read all of the books beside your bed

"Do we really need to be here? Like, think of all the places you could've talked to your brother. And you chose now, with a crowd or Gryffindors around us." You said with an uncomfortable expression on your face.

"Y/n, come on. It's just for a while, I need something from him and I can't be seen alone with him. You know how our friends are, they'll tell mum." Regulus frowns, casting a hopeful look at you.

"Alright, fine!" You finally said, "But if they comment on anything about us being here— I make no promises of not cursing them." You said sternly, rolling your eyes at the same time.

Then Regulus was off, searching the crowd of people for his brother. You never should've agreed to this, knowing the place would be packed with people. The moon is high, resting peacefully on top of the forest that surrounded Hogwarts.

You decided to sit on top of the huge rocks near the Black lake, looking out to the people splashing about on the edge.

You stared intently at the sky, getting darker as the day approached slowly. "Oi!" A shout interrupted you from your small blissful moment. "It's not that I care ... but you shouldn't sit on top there! With the water and the tide coming in, you'll probably get soaked."

You rolled your eyes, not bothering to see who it was, knowing that the voice belonged to James Potter. "This is exactly the reason I didn't want to be here." You grumbled, following James' advice and climbing down.

"Ah, Y/n Y/l/n! Of course it is, y'know I should've known when I saw the scarf. She really is obsessed with us Gryffindors, always inserting herself into places where it's obvious she isn't wanted." James said condescendingly, but extending an arm to help you down.

You smiled at him tightly, grabbing the arm but shoving it away from you. "Always the gentleman, Potter."

"Oh, hey I'm just doing my job." He smirks. Then just as quickly, his face changes into an expressionless one, "What are you doing here, Y/l/n?"

You shrugged, "None of your damn business."

Before James could give you another snarky comment, the person beside him interrupted. "So this is the famous Y/n, huh? The one you're so obsessed with, Prongs."

You were taken aback and gave the boy disgusted look, "Who's obsessive now, Potter?" Asking him with your brows raised.

"Merlin, Moony, I only ever talk about her when I'm complaining." he paused, taking a moment to process his words. "And don't flatter yourself, Y/l/n. I would never talk about you that way."

"Not that I want to hear you talk about me that way." You scoffed.

The boy beside you laughed again, "You two really need to cut this tension and just fuck already." He commented.

"Moony, are you high?" Janes said abruptly, taking note of his friends' high strung actions.

Then the boy snorted while nodding his head, "I am!" He giggled wildly.

You chuckled at him, "He's a lot better than you, Potter. At least he's not so uptight all the time."

James rolled his eyes, ready to grab his friend away from you. But then he launched himself at you, "I'm Remus, by the way!" He introduced himself.

James patted his chest, "Yes, this is Remus. I don't believe the two of you are acquainted yet."

You raised your brows, "Nice to meet you, Remus." You shook your head, these Gryffindors are so goddamn bold. "If you don't mind, I think I'll be going now. My moods always ruined with you by my side, Potter." You complained, rusting the invisible dust off your skirt.

"Right back at you, darling." James winked, the stupid stupid one that kind of maybe made you a little weak on the knees.

You scoffed and walked away from him, clutching your coat closer to your body as the night began to feel a little more chilly than usual. You decided then that Regulus could probably walk to the castle alone, reaching up the top of the path that led back to the castle.

It wasn't any use that you tried to walk up alone, soon footsteps followed you up the path. "Y/l/n, wait up!" James insisted, shouting at you and flailing his hands desperately.

You stopped in your tracks, rolling your eyes for what felt like the thousandth time that night. "Why are you following me?" You asked incredulously, "It's annoying, and quite frankly a little creepy!" You ignored the hypocrisy that you uttered, knowing you were about to just go to your dorm and dream of him all night.

"I have a question before you go." He caught up with you now, walking beside you as he went on. "This might be a ... er— a weird question. But, just for the sake of getting to know you better—"

"I know you didn't just say that—"

"Why do you, y'know hate me so much?" He asked, eyes wide and confused.

You closed your mouth and didn't seem to have any words at that. "I don't—"

"Is it because of like I'm a Gryffindor and you're a Slytherin or is it cause I'm better than you in classes. Just something that's on my mind." He mused.

"I don't exactly hate you ... you just annoy me. And no, I'm definitely better in almost all our classes."

James chuckled at your words, glancing beside him to get a peek of you. "Does that mean we're friends?" He asked teasingly.

But you played along, "Do you want us to be friends, Potter? Maybe we can get high together." You mused, giving the boy a gentle smile

"Actually ... I think that would be nice." He grinned, shaking his head at how things turned out. "My dorm, Sunday? Sirius has got the good kind."

You snorted, "Whatever, friend. If you're serious about Sunday, sure." You skipped away from him, your breath catching deeper as you played the scene through your mind again.

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The wine is cold, like the shoulder that I gave you in the street

Cat and mouse for a month or two or three, now I wake up in the night and watch you breathe

"For the last time, Reg. There's nothing between me and James!" You said loudly, trying to get the point to catch on your best friends head.

He grinned, placing your butterbeer in front of you. "Mhm, and why have you called him James now? You never do that." He points out

You scoff at him and immediately drinking the butterbeer in front of you. "Reg, please. You can't suppose anything by me calling him by his name!"

Regulus sat down in his seat, slinging an arm to rest behind your neck. "Alright, maybe there isn't anything between you two ... but do you ... you know ...?" He trailed off in a questioning manner, tilting his head to the side.

"What? Fancy each other?" You asked again, your face growing hot at the word.

Just last week, you spent the entire day with James Potter. Studying was just something you told Regulus, because in actuality you and James only sat in the library with books in front of you, lifting about the whole time.

"I don't ... er, I don't know yet." You confessed, scratching your chin at an attempt to think about it.

Regulus scoffed, "What d'you mean you don't know yet? How does someone not know that they fancy someone?"

You rolled your eyes once more, tracing the water droplets that poured on the surface of your butterbeer glass. "It's ... confusing, alright?" You said defensively, "When I'm with him it feels like we're more than friends. The way he acts around me and how he talks to me, it's different. But then when I'm finally dead set on thinking he fancies me ... he talks about other girls."

"Like who?"

"Like Lily 'miss fucking perfect ' Evans!" You whisper-shouted, keeping your voice low so no one would hear the obvious hint of jealousy in your tone.

"Alright, let me get this straight—" Regulus pointed a finger up, "He flirts endlessly, teases you, gives you compliments, is touchy with you— but then steers the topic to a whole different direction that is Lily Evans?"

You groan, smacking your forehead on the table. "Exactly. Sucks to be me, doesn't it?" You ask hypothetically, feeling Regulus pat your back with pity.

Regulus sighs, gasping lowly as he finally stops his soothing pat on your back. "Anyways, don't panic. But Potter's approaching us ... like now."

You shoot up your head instantly, your hair flying to your face as James reached your table and sat down. "Hey! I was just talking to Sirius there and he told me everything here is half-price! Did you two have anything already?" He asked casually, making conversation to ignore how you flustered you looked.

"Yeah, uh ... maybe I'll ask him myself! I'll leave you two to it." He smiled straight at you, his eyes glint teasingly.

You were about to protest and pull his hand back to you to insist him stay over for a while. But Regulus wad gone before you had the chance to even touch him, quick on his toes as he walked to the table his brother was sitting.

James smiled at you, both of his hands occupied with two glasses of what looked like red wine. He set it down gently, sitting down closer to you than you've ever been with this much people around. You nod your head toward him in courtesy.

"You know exactly what I'm about to ask you, Y/n." He said it a bitter expression, your name running smoothly on his mouth. Merlin, you loved it when he said your name. Whenever he did, you found yourself falling even deeper into fancying the dark-haired boy.

"I have ... no idea what you mean." You said while picking your nails under the table.

"Yes you do! You've been giving me the cold shoulder for a week!" He exclaimed, loud enough to make a few heads turn his way.

You gave him a face that told him to keep it down. "I was busy, I wasn't ignoring you." You lied, biting your tongue down before you said anything else.

"Can you just tell me what's going on? I'm tired of you like this, never telling me how you feel or—"

"Never telling me how I feel? Oh, really Potter? How about you not telling me how you feel?" You accused, your face hot with anger.

"What do you mean?" He demanded.

You sighed tiredly, pointing a finger at his chest. "I mean, you're the one who's fucking with my feelings. The only reason I gave you the cold shoulder was because you flirted with me the whole day, pretended it didn't happen then talked about Lily fucking Evans after that!"

You could visibly see James' eye widen, a flash of smugness and realization hitting him at the same time. Then he grabbed your hand, quick to pull you up from your seat. You let him take over, ignoring the many suspicious looks that people gave you. It was most likely because you had a Slytherin scarf around your neck and James was literally wearing a red and gold Quidditch jumper.

When you exited the pub, James had dragged you into a dark corner that most likely guarded you two from anyone seeing or hearing.

"Why are you—! Potter, seriously can we just get this conversation over with? Why did you have to bring me here?"

"Because ..." he trailed off, leaning down so his face was level with yours. Then his hand touched the side of your face, grazing the heat on your flustered face. "I don't want anyone to interrupt what I'm about to say." He stated, his thumb rubbing back and forth on your skin. "I didn't fuck with your feelings, I just ... I didn't even know what I was saying. Because you— you get me like this. I look confident when I'm with you, but inside I can barely breath, Y/n." Now James stops his actions on your cheek and puts both of his hands on your shoulder, pressing your muscles lightly underneath his touch. "Even before we had this ... this friendship, I've fancied you the moment I met you." 

You couldn't seem to close your mouth at his confession, "You're not into Evans?" You asked, your voice barely a whisper as it got lighter with rvery breath you took.

"Darling, you're the one you want."

"Kiss me, then." You said, like a plea.

It didn't take long for James to crash his lips to yours, pink and plump feeling heavenly just like you imagined. His hands felt like it was everywhere at once, caressing your cheek, fingertips running up and down your spine, and thumbing your lips— prying them open gently to kiss you deeper.

Kiss me once 'cause you know I had a long night

James tilted your head back, the soft press of his lips making a mark on yours. He could feel the glossy substance on your lips, certain that it already rubbed on him. He thinks about how sweet your lips are, soft and cloudy, like a comforting pillow he could rest on all day.

(Oh!) Kiss me twice 'cause it's gonna be alright

Then your hand go round his neck, breathy sighs leaving both of your mouths. James pulls away for a second, an exact second to admire you before he presses his lips right back to yours. It's a reassuring kiss, like a promise that everything was alright with you in his hold.

Three times 'cause I've waited my whole life

Then because apparently he yearned for more, James shoves you against the brick wall. He's careful not to push you too hard, not wanting to hurt you in any way. Your hands tighten around his neck, desperate to have him closer.

"I— I love you." James mutters, the words muffled by your lips. Then he finally pushed you away from him, but threading your fingers together so you wouldn't run away.

"W-what?"

I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this

Uh huh, that's right

"You don't have to say it to me, but I want you to know that I ... love you. We can try the dating thing, if you want to er ... pursue me?" He chuckled a little, doing little to comfort you from the strained situation.

"Darling, you're the one I want." You said to him with a huge grin on your kiss-swollen lips, only slightly mocking his previous confession.

James rolled his eyes, mirroring your expression and leaning down to press a featherlight kiss on your lips, a small peck.

In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams

Oh, you're the one I want

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LMAO ever-annoying boyfriend pretty much sums up James.

“I’ve got an idea, petal. If I win, you have to kiss me.”

clever mf

Watching your movements as if you created the stars and crafted the sun, watching as if you were a masterpiece sculpted by the gods.

SUMMER SUE YOU FOR MAKING ME TEAR UP. you know whats a masterpiece? THIS FIC. loved all of them but ofc remus has a special place in my heart.

New Years Tropes ¬ Marauders Preference

Plot - Individual blurbs about different New years tropes with each of the Marauders would go (not including Peter) {REQUESTED} I got carried away but HAPPY NEW YEAR MY LOVELIES <3

Genre - Fluff

James Potter ➥ New Year's Kiss

The grip of that calloused hand broke your focus of the conversation at hand, pulling the attention to the man gripping your forearm, James Potter, otherwise known as you ever-annoying boyfriend.

He mumbles a quick sorry to Diggory before pulling you towards the balcony. Groups of young adults littered throughout the Manor house, drinks flowing, and loud exclamations of New Years resolutions filled the air, as did the laughter that followed some of those resolutions.

“James, are you trying to pull my arm off my body?” Feet moving quickly beneath you as the clasp on your wrist stayed tight. “If I go into the New Year with no arm, I will hurt you.”

Breaking through the bustling bodies as the pair slowed to a stop, standing to overlook the sprawling gardens shining in the moonlight. Letting his hand falter as he turns to face you, a smile portraying his feeling of accomplishment.

“Well, my darling, I wasn’t planning on starting the New Year alone and I remember something about it being lucky to kiss the person you love at midnight.” Reaching to wrap a lone arm across your waist, pulling you against his chest. “And as you are the only one I could ever dream of kissing, I had to make sure you were with me at midnight.”

Distant chants of the countdown blurred behind the pair of you, feeling drunk in the hold of James’ adoring eyes. Taking in every second, every ounce of the atmosphere before deciding what you wanted the final words of the year to be.

3

“James, I love you more than anything”

2

“My darling, I’ll love you till the world stops spinning”

1

Sounds of cheers and fireworks filled the air, but all you could focus on was the feeling of his lips melding with yours. Creating fireworks of their own as your heart sung in happiness, moving closer as your arms hung around his neck. That sweet taste of champagne coloured the kiss, both of your emotions bubbling as if you were intoxicated by love rather than those flutes of bubbles.

“Promise that you will be my New Year’s kiss till we are old and grey?”

“I promise, but I can’t just kiss you on New Year’s. Need to get my fix daily.”

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Sirius Black ➥ Drunken Games

“Oh, enough with the talk, Black. Throw the ball”

The smirk that grew on his face at your remark should have worried you, but with the amount of alcohol coursing through your veins and the excitement pumping through the air, you found that smirk annoyingly hot.

“Sorry princess didn’t realise you were in such a rush to loose” His mob of admirers snickered and giggled at his stupid tease, but he couldn’t care less about them.

His eyes were firmly placed on you, his mouth was only responding if it was towards you, his heart was only beating to the sound of your tune. But he was still Sirius Black, still a playboy who couldn’t possibly be that taken with someone who didn’t fawn over him first.

Stalking towards you, ping-pong rolling between his fingers as he halts just inches away from your flushed figure. Had the music not been so loud, his pounding heart might have given his affection away, but you still hadn’t noticed over the sound of your own heart flooding your ears.

“I’ve got an idea, petal. If I win, you have to kiss me.”

The heat rose to your face at the idea, half of you wished for him to win but the other was spurred by the idea of competing. With the quirk of his eyebrow, he waited nervously for your answer, knowing that the motivation of a kiss from you was enough to fuel him for a year.

“Fine. But if I win, you have to be my personal servant for the first week of January”

If there was anything Sirius hated more, it was answering to someone else, and you knew that he would never agree to this condition. Except, you didn’t realise that he would already bend backwards for whatever you wanted.

Waltzing cockily back to his position at the end of the table as he raised his throwing hand, getting ready to end the game once and for all. Those stormy orbs locked with yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch as he confidently announced. “Deal”

As those syllables fell from his mouth, the ping-pong ball flew through the air before landing with a quiet splash in the cup resting perfectly in front of you. The delicate splash trickled onto your arm as you watched in astonishment, which soon turned to realisation.

Sirius had won, and now you had to kiss the gorgeous idiot.

Caught up in cheers and high-fives from those surrounding him as he turned to humiliate you more. “Well, Y/N, I think yo-“

Halting his sentence as your lips came crashing down onto his. Your hands gripping the fabric of his dress shirt, pulling him closer as the taste of firewhiskey engulfed your sense. For months you had imagined kissing the wizard, but your pride always talked you out of it, and now you wished that this stupid bet had happened sooner.

His shock quickly subsided as he cupped your gentle face with his tattooed hands, kissing you back with such vigour that it felt as if he was expressing every emotion he had saved up. Committing the taste of your lips to memory as his mind tries to catalogue the feelings you conjure up within him.

He broke away as air begged him to refill, and with plumped lips, he muttered. “Is now a bad time to tell you that I’ve wanted to do that since last New Years?”

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Remus Lupin ➥ New Year's Confession

The pulse of the party in the common room crept through the walls and into the dorms, sending light rumbles into the bedframe you were currently curled up against. Book in hand with the blankets pooling at your feet, whilst attempting to ring in the New Year your way.

It’s not as if you didn’t enjoy parties but New Years parties within the Gryffindor house were a bit too extreme for your liking. Bodies grinding against each other, Sirius Black trying to shout out jokes, and the younger years struggling to hold their drinks in. It wasn’t your scene, so you decided to welcome the New Year with a good book and plenty of comfort.

Although a part of you had wished to get a kiss at midnight, that part was buried beneath the knowledge that the brunette didn’t feel the way you did. Remus Lupin was a sight to behold and a mystery to solve. A close friend of yours since 2nd year and a hidden crush since 3rd, but he never felt the same and it was clear to see. So, to preserve your heart, you said nothing and tried to minimise any feelings you had for the young wizard.

Unbeknownst to you, that certain brunette wizard was pacing outside your door, trying to find the courage to knock. Lily had made him realise that New Years was the perfect time to reveal his feelings because if something went wrong, it could stay in the previous year, but she never mentioned how to overcome this fear.

How could he tell the person he’s been secretly in love with that he loved them? He couldn’t but he also had to. It was driving him insane to watch you laugh without being the one who caused it, or to see you sad and know that he can’t kiss the tears away. It hurt him to love you in private and a resolution of his was to hurt less.

Three knocks were his tell. Firm but gentle as he hit the thickness of the wooden door, only to be followed by a soft call of welcome.

“Escaping the party so soon, Remmy? I would have assumed you’d at least last till midnight”

Flopping onto your bed, snuggling the duvet underneath stomach as he rested on his elbows to face you. “Not a party without you. So, tell me about whatever fictional man kept you away from this party”

As you babbled on about the love interest in your latest read, rambling yourself away without any focus of the younger werewolf who hung to your every word. Watching your movements as if you created the stars and crafted the sun, watching as if you were a masterpiece sculpted by the gods. Anyone who have been able to notice that look of love in his eyes or the way his body fell calm at the sound of your voice.

A small alarm went off from the muggle watch that laid on your bedside, pulling you from your rant about how this character was better off without the protagonist and reminding of the time.

“Only 1 minute to midnight”

“Really? I swear it was only 11 o’clock two minutes ago.” His nerves crept up again but he steadied them as watched you place your book to the side and inch ever-so slightly closer to his figure. “I need to tell you something because if it goes wrong, I’d like to leave it in this year and never speak of it in the New Year, sound good?”

That hurried and firm tone was not something Remus often used with you, so gently you nodded and offered a comforting smile to assure him that nothing he could say would go wrong.

“I’m in love with you”

His announcement halted your breath and caused your heart to skip a beat, before increasing in speed tenfold. Tongue tied as he continued on with his confession, almost out of nerves rather than need for explanation.

“Since 2nd year, but back then it was just a little crush and I thought it would go away but no, it just grew. So, here I am in our 7th year and I am so in love with you it hurts. All I want is to hold you, kiss you and make you smile, but I can’t because I was afraid.” Sucking in a steady breath as he adds “If you don’t feel the same then please pretend I never said anything and when the clock strikes midnight, we go back to being friends because I can’t be without you even if it is just as friends.”

The distant chants of ‘Happy New Year’ were drowned by the heavy silence that hung between the pair, heart pounding in sync unknown to their owners. You inched forward as you reached for his scarred hand, clutching it as you spoke in a confident whisper.

“I love you too Remmy, always have.”

Feeling his body lunge forward to embrace you, an act of sheer joy at the love that had been confessed. Limbs tangled together as his face lay dangerously near yours, cheeks flushed at the sudden proximity.

You carefully leant forward to connect your lips. Placing a tender chaste kiss against the chapped softness of his own, yearning for that gentle intimacy of the man you loved but not wanting to be bold in your first affection.

“Happy New Year, Moony.”

“Happy New Year, my love.”

And with that, he pulled you back in for a kiss filled with the years of untold passion.

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And guess what the boy did? He sabatoged your fucking work.

IM NOT SURPRISED IM NOT

James simply nodded and stopped his actions, his leg still scuffling but not making a loud sound.

i wanna hug him or kiss him or both.

But you couldn’t stop the raging feelings whenever your eyes needed a rest. He was quite the sight, tall, muscular, and that hair. You were quite obsessed with his hair, dark and soft. Whenever it felt too long during classes or you needed to focus on something else, your eyes would shamelessly land on James.

like i said *cough*

Since all our trophies have been polished, cauldrons have been scrubbed, and you can’t be trusted to tutor first years without competing with each other—really there’s nothing else you could do.” Slughorn explained, sighing and rubbing a hand hand his forehead.

LMAO I LOVE THAT SM

When James nods, you don’t see it. You don’t see how he says “I am.” While he’s looking straight at the back of your head.

fuck you mae now im gonna go read more james fics cause this just reignited all my love for him.

When I met Pads, he gave me an hour of advice on how collared shirts effect our daily lives.

HAHA I LAUGHED OUT LOUD SIS WENT *suspiciously squinting*

“Really? I’m a little extra, I though you’d appreciate a guy who challenges you and does it subtly.” “Things change, maybe I just want you.”

MAYBE I JUST WANT YOU MAYBE I JUST *screams* WANT YOUUUUU

literally my fav fic by you. LITERALLY.

Obliviously yours (4.3k)

summary: when you and james get detention and are tasked to serve drinks at slughorn's party, you have no choice but to agree than fail the class. but the whole night, everybody gives their piece of mind about you and james' relationship. this makes you rethink everything you do and everything you feel for james.

warnings: drinking

pairing: james potter x fem!reader

a/n: oh god writers block sux!!! I've finally took the time off and wrote this little gem. actually loved this piece, hope u do too <3

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James Potter was evil. Absolutely vile. You knew how your relationship with him worked. It was the type where you argued whenever you saw each other, debated about almost everything, and made most of your subjects a competition. But it also had boundaries you both put up, the first one being not sabatoging the others work.

And guess what the boy did? He sabatoged your fucking work.

You were near bursting, your sneer louder than you've ever let out. Slughorn was panicking in front of your table, where he stood with a frown on his face. "Miss Y/l/n, I suggest you go clean yourself up." He announces, his voice loud for the whole class.

You huffed out a tired breath. "Yes, I'll go do that. Right after Potter is held accountable for his sticky fingers sticking into my potion!" You said on the top of your lungs, pointing at James.

James Potter, who had the audacity to sit on his chair looking so innocent, began to smile. You knew it was him who ruined your potion, who else would it be? Your potion was the one that looked the most presentable in that class, and James must've been jealous.

James scoffs, "Excuse me? Professor, I think Y/l/n should be punished for even accusing me of such things!" He said dramatically, making your eyes roll in place.

"I know it was you! You were jealous because I did better. I always do, that's why you couldn't bear seeing me with the praise and you put in the powder into my potion!"

You swore you were about to launch over where James sat if it wasn't for Marlene gripping your arm tightly. She kept you in place while you and James eyed each other like you were in battle.

"Enough!" Slughorn interrupted, his face hot red with anger. "Both of you, I'll see you in detention at six! And no, this isn't because of who sabotaged who's potion. It's because both of you disrupted my class. We'll investigate the 'sabotaged potion' later." He said, gripping his wand tighter into his fist.

You were about to shout another quip to James, knowing you'd be in detention anyway and decoded that he deserved a rude comment. But with a flick of his wand, Slughorn silenced both you and James with a spell then walked to the front of the class casually.

You rolled your eyes as James did the same. Sirius patted his back beside him, and Marlene gave you a deathly look. Just another ordinary day.

—

Tap, tap, tap. James' shoes echoes through the room, his fingers tapping on the wood of his chair. He seemed impatient, maybe the waiting was driving him mad. Or maybe it was simply the uncomfortable feeling of being in the dungeons, with the dark green and the freezing walls surrounding him.

"Can you stop that?" You asked quite rudely, your eyes sliding to look at him.

James simply nodded and stopped his actions, his leg still scuffling but not making a loud sound. Sometimes, times like these for example— James Potter was ... tolerable. It doesn't happen very often, because as he says, "You're always the cause of my headache, Y/l/n." So you always saw him whenever he was uptight and stressed out.

"Sorry." He muttered lowly.

One of these rare moments of him, was also quite ... attractive. You would never say it out loud and to anyone. It was the same as coming up to him and getting his ego fed even more.

But you couldn't stop the raging feelings whenever your eyes needed a rest. He was quite the sight, tall, muscular, and that hair. You were quite obsessed with his hair, dark and soft. Whenever it felt too long during classes or you needed to focus on something else, your eyes would shamelessly land on James.

You only got the side view of him from where you usually sat in class. But it didn't stop you from ogling the boy. So now, when you were alone with him while seated in Slughorn's dark office— you couldn't help it. James was fiddling with his fingers, and your eyes didn't leave burning into his face.

"You think he's going going make us clean all the trophies again?" He asks suddenly, his voice sounding more raspy after all the silence.

You quickly looked away, hear rushing to your cheeks. "That's probably the worst punishment I've ever gotten." You admitted, trying to focus on the conversation. "It didn't help that you had like ... five or six trophies and pretended not to see them so I had to clean it." You added.

You still remembered the day vividly, just last week you received detention with James Potter as well. It was one of the worst days you've had. Being stuck in a small dimly lit room with him and having to clean dusty trophies. It quite literally felt like you were being trapped in a cage and having to deal with the devil.

James interrupted your thoughts with his snicker. "Had to show 'em off, y'know? I thought girls liked smart guys." And when he said it, you froze.

Maybe the freezing cold Rook suddenly got hot, and you couldn't breathe because your neck felt restricted with your red and golden tie wound tightly around you. "What? Were you trying to impress me?" You asked, your brows furrowed together in confusion.

As if James had just noticed what he said, he sat straighter but kept his gaze in front of him. "No I was just ... no— no I was trying to make you jealous." He stuttered.

You suddenly scoffed, but laughed at the same time. "Please, I've done better in almost all of our classes and you know it."

James takes offense in this, his arm looping on the side of his chair and looking at you. "Yeah but you've gotten us in more messes." He shoots.

"Oh, so you admit I'm smarter than you!" You couldn't help but reply.

"What—! No, remember how Flitwick praised my part of our group project?"

"Don't try to change the subject, Potter. I'm better and you know it. You know it but you can't admit it." You said, looking down at your nails as the conversation bored you.

"Yeah, right. I can't believe I ever tried impressing you, Y/l/n." He said coldly, barely sparing you a glance.

"It didn't fucking work, because I will never be caught dead being impressed in you." You sneered, your words cutting his wounded heart into two halves.

Just when you were about to take back what you were about to say, offer him an apology or do something— the door busted open and Slughorn came in with the same angered expression he had during class.

—

"The problem I've had with you two ... it's an endless list." Slughorn explained, his fingers intertwining together. "It's been six months, and all those six months have felt like pure hell to me whenever both of you are in my class." He said, making it clear how angry he was.

"Professor—" James tried, but was rudely interrupted.

"No! You will stay silent for as long as I'm talking, Mr. Potter. And I won't be tolerating a word from you either, Miss. Y/l/n." He said calmly, though his expression said otherwise. "Is that understood?"

You both nodded, "Yes, professor."

"Alright, now let's talk about your form of detention. Since all our trophies have been polished, cauldrons have been scrubbed, and you can't be trusted to tutor first years without competing with each other—really there's nothing else you could do." Slughorn explained, sighing and rubbing a hand hand his forehead.

"Might I suggest—"

"No talking!" Slughorn repeated, making you slump on your seat. "I've had it enough with you two that I'm considering kicking you both our of the Slug Club." He complained, lighting up at his own words. "Wait a second ... both of you are in the Slug Club, yes?"

You and James nodded, not saying a word as both of you stared at the angry professor.

"Well, then! You could serve the drinks! This is perfect, I needed last minute volunteers for students who needed extra credit. I think both of you would do well for servers, hm? It's not that hard to pass around drinks." He said to himself.

James scoffed, "No, wait— you're asking us to be servers? To a party that we were respectfully invited to?"

Then you added, "Yeah, this is just— quite rushed, sir. I was looking forward to this party, to meet people from the ministry and make connections. I— I even bought a dress for this occasion, I thought—"

Slughorn put up a hand, "Now, now. Don't you complain to me about all this. Both of you deserve this punishment, after making it really hard for me to teach in class." He said, looking like he's had enough. "Don't worry about the dress Miss. Y/l/n, both of you can come in formal clothing— I shall not ruin your night of confidence." He cleared his throat while getting up from his chair.

Both you and James tried to reason with the man, but it was to no avail.

"Sir—"

"I can't believe—"

Slughorn waved his wand, and both of your mouths were sealed shut. When the room was quiet, he muttered, "Now excuse me, I shall be going over some papers. Both of you should go to bed, you must be exhausted after all the fighting, I'm sure."

—

The common room was empty, it was just past seven but it seemed like no one wanted to witness you and James' quarrel that almost always happens after a talk with a professor.

After the painting door closed, James skipped to the couch and threw his body on it tiredly. "I am fucking exhausted." He admitted, sighing heavily and stared at the fire that was still burning brightly.

"Shut up, Potter. I can't even hear your voice without getting upset. This party was important to me!" You said suddenly, throwing your bag to the ground, the contents spilling out.

"Right, because it didn't to me. Got a new suit and all." He muttered, his expression obviously looking more sour now.

You decided to sit on the lounge chair that was next to the couch, striking up a conversation. "Yeah? Was it snazzy? Plain black ... or?"

"Why do you care?" James snaps, "Yeah, it's plain black." He adds sheepishly.

You roll your eyes, chuckling all the while. "You're so lame, Potter. Who're you trying to impress with a plain black suit?" You mocked, your eyes glancing at him.

Just as he talks, your eyes don't dare to move from his face. He pushes his hair back, still short black curls tumbling down his forehead. You think then, that he's so gorgeous, with his eyes looking so warm and brown. His lips are red, highlighting his pale features.

Then he makes a small sound, flicking his fingers to signal you to listen. "Hey, you listening?" He says, his tone so low. And it sounds so different than how he usually talks to you.

"Er .. yeah. You were saying who you're trying to impress ... and I dunno, blanked out." You admitted, trying to look anywhere except his pretty face.

"You really wanna hear this? I don't think sharing who we fancy are part of this rivalry relationship." He says, a teasing grin painted on his lips.

"Sure, whatever." You agree, shrugging your shoulders. But inside, you felt uneasy. You didn't know much about James Potter's lovelife, all you did was that he fancied Lily Evans. Once upon a time he did, because lately it didn't seem like he was interested in the redhead at all.

Part of you felt jealous, but then you remembered that you had no right to be. James Potter wasn't your boyfriend, or even friend on that matter. Even though you admit you are attracted to him, and would maybe want to snog him in a broom cupboard — you really had no right to be jealous.

"She's ah ... witty. I guess that's a word to describe her, she's beautiful too of course— but her beauty doesn't compare to her brains. I love a smart girl, y'know? A friendly competition in a relationship would be awesome." James chuckles. You nod your head, turning your head to the fire after you saw James' enamored expression.

"You sound like you're obsessed with her." You comment, trying trying avoid his gaze.

When James nods, you don't see it. You don't see how he says "I am." While he's looking straight at the back of your head.

"One thing I hate though, is that she's so fucking hard to talk to. I don't think I've ever had a proper conversation with her ... she's always way too busy to pay attention to me. It sucks that way." James admits, biting his gums and fiddling with his fingers.

"Who is she?" You asked bluntly, desperate to know about this mysterious girl that James is apparently in love with.

James tsked, "Not a chance I'm telling you."

You looked back to him, "I think you should do something about the suit. Plain black won't impress anyone. Maybe add a flower or something, girls love that." I love that. You tried to keep it in your head, careful not to let it out of your mouth.

—

"How do I look?" You asked Marlene, who was laying in bed with a book in hand. She glanced your way and dropped the book, getting up and approaching you.

"Amazing!" Marlene exclaimed, her hands smoothing down the fabric of your dress.

"Not exactly house spirited, but I thought yellow would have a nice touch." You smiled, happy to see your best friend just as excited as you were.

The dress you were wearing was long, going down and nipping your ankles. It was made of an intricate silky design, layers of white and yellow overlapping each other. The top half was just as beautiful, detailed green flowers sprinkling the area near your chest. Then, the straps on your shoulders were thin. It was made out of white fabric, a beautiful detail covering them.

"Merlin, Y/n. You look gorgeous. I'm sure Potter will stare at you the whole night. What a shame you'll have to serve drinks, though." Marlene complimented, her fingers tracing the designs of your dress.

"Potter? James Potter?" You asked, not paying attention to anything else she was saying. "What are you on about, Mar?" You said, half angry and half curious.

"I'm just saying ... you look beautiful tonight, Y/n. He may be your enemy, but he's a boy and he's got eyes. There's no telling what would happen tonight, what with your tension as well." Marlene shrugged, handing you another fresh smile.

"He's not— he won't. He's into someone else, anyways. I'm betting all my galleons it's Lily Evans." You said, an irritated look coming on your face.

Marlene traced a last shape on your dress, then her hands reached up to comb through your head of hair. And finally, she put her hands on your shoulders, smiling enthusiastically. "Or maybe it's you, honey."

—

Marlene's words made you rethink every decision of yours as you made your way up to the seventh floor. Your hands was nervously picking at your dress, looping through the fabric and smoothing it. James had agreed to meet you in front of the tent an, because as Slughorn had ordered, the both of you were supposed to stick together where he could see you.

You bite your lip as you see James' figure, his body clad in the black suit he told you about. It didn't usually feel like this when you were approaching him. Maybe it was because of Marlene's words and because you were wearing a dress. A beautiful dress, that made you look gorgeous. Any other time, you'd be dressed in normal clothes and approaching James to gloat about your marks in Transfiguration. But this time it felt different.

But perhaps, it was also the quickly approaching attraction and/or feelings you had for James. Before you had time to rethink anything else again, James waved a hand your way.

You approached him confidently, making sure you didn't mess up anything while you walked to him. James turned his head to peer inside the tent ad you want towards him. When you arrived behind him, he didn't bother looking at you as he kept his gaze on something— or rather someone else.

"Slughorn wants us to pass drinks for that side. Those are his friends and connections, so we're allowed to serve them alcoholic drinks." James explained, his hand pointing to a group of someone.

You muttered a yes to him and let the boy continue. "And that side, those are all students. You can probably tell the difference between them, but just a heads up before you shove firewhiskey down their throats." He said, chuckling at his own joke.

"Got it, Potter." You told him, keeping quiet as James stood silently as well. "What else?"

James seemed to be knocked out of a trance, as he shook his head but kept his gaze where it was. "Huh?"

When you shoved him over to see who it was he was looking at, you weren't surprised. "We're you looking at someone?" You teased, though a smile wasn't present on your face. "Lily Evans, huh? I love her dress." You commented, closing the tent flaps shut after that and looking at James entirely.

"No, I— I was looking at—" he seemed to cut himself off, not knowing what to say I the midst of it all. Because in front of him stood a pretty girl, standing straight looking heavenly.

You didn't dare to meet his gaze, not wanting to suddenly catch his eye and let him see through your expression. So instead, you focused on his breast pocket. A single flower sitting limply inside it, pale green— just like the ones that detailed the top half of your dress.

"Oh, wow. You really took my advice and went with the flower." You raised your brows, flicking the flower playfully. "Looks great on you ... you look great tonight." You praised, feeling gutsy.

James didn't say anything, his body frozen in place and his lips sealed. Then he looked at you and caught that perfect second where you frowned just the smallest bit. And he thought his heart would break into pieces any moment then.

"Guess I'll see you inside, then."

James didn't have time to respond, letting you walk away as you heels clicked and echoed through the halls. All he wanted to do was pull you closer, kiss your hand gently and tell you how incredible you looked tonight. But he couldn't, just like he couldn't all these past years he's been obsessed with you.

—

"No, Longbottom you can only have the drinks on the left. Usually I'd let you do the fuck all you want, but I don't really want to fail Potions this year." You said with an annoyed tone, your hand already growing tired after holding a tray full of drinks for the past hour.

"Oh you're serving drinks for extra credit? Y/n, I though you were excellent at everything!" The boy in front of you laughed, some alcohol clearly already inside his system.

"No you idiot! I'm here because James Potter decided to be a dick to me again and got us both into detention. Detention being serving drinks to people like you— who can't follow the rules."

Longbottom put up his hands defensively. "Woah, just because loverboy got you into another mess don't take it out on me." He said with slight amusement in his tone.

"Lover— why does everybody keep saying that? Me and Potter aren't fucking dating. We aren't anything." You said with a scoff.

A voice behind you startled your nerves, "Really? Because I thought we had some sort of friendship after last night. Advice giving is actually one of the things that start a friendship, Y/l/n. When I met Pads, he gave me an hour of advice on how collared shirts effect our daily lives. It was bullshit honestly, didn't grasp a single thing out of that hour." James rambled, but finally ending on giving you a grin.

With a confused look, Longbottom scrunched his nose and slurred out an excuse from both of you. Then you turned to James, seeing that his hands were empty, you shoved your tray on them. "Hold that for me, I need to go to the bathroom." You told him, trying to escape from the situation.

James smiled like he knew what was going on. "No way. I observed you the whole night and you didn't even drink a single drop. Which I'm quite concerned about because you must be parched— point is, you don't need to go to the bathroom."

You sighed, "Alright, I don't need to. But I want to. It's so crowded in here and I can't even breathe without people asking for drinks."

James muffled his laugh, "That is your job." He replied, giving you a small smile. Somehow, that smile made you feel a little bit better. You used to be confused when someone told you that James had the ability to make someone feel better so quickly. But now you understood it. Because that small grin had made your heart quicken and your lips tingle to smile back.

"I'm just ... exhausted. But that won't cover it, I'm more than exhausted. My arms sore and my legs hurt so much in these heels." You complained.

James' face lit up, an idea sparking in his mind. "Everyone here is either drunk, or too busy chatting up with each other that they won't notice two servers sneaking out. Come on, I know a place."

—

"It's chilly up here." You muttered, rubbing your arms to get some warmth in. It was no use though, because the wind blew harsher. James had bought you to a small balcony, just like the Astronomy Tower but without the big telescopes and much smaller.

"No one's been here everytime I come up here. It's pretty much deserted, me and Remus found out about it in a rush." He told you, looking out to the sky.

The sky and it's endless limits, tiny dots on the sky blinking back to you. You admired the night sky, taking note of every little movement of the clouds and smiling in awe.

"It's so beautiful." You comment, your hand fiddling with your dress to distract you from the numbing cold.

"You are." James said from behind you, walking closer to where you stood.

You turned back to look at him in haste, "I'm what?"

"You're beautiful." James said, his mouth twitching at the excitement of finally saying those words to you. "You look beautiful tonight, like every other night."

Your expression wasn't readable when you talked. "Shut up, Potter. Don't say shit like that." You tell him, turning back to look at the dark sky.

"What do you mean?"

You scoffed, "Don't say things you don't mean. You tell me I'm beautiful now. Then you bring me down everytime we compete in class. It's like you manage to make me hurt everyday and not notice it."

When you finished, James touched your shoulder with his fingers. A nudge, his finger grabbing at you gently. You can feel his icy cold skin on yours, marveling at the new feeling. "Is that what you think? That I'm only competing with you?"

"What else? You've never seen me, and I'm always just right behind you, stupidly staring." You say the last part lowly, feeling ashamed that you said the words.

"I just— I just wanted to impress you." James said, scratching the back of his neck.

"I don't like to be impressed like that. It feels like shit. Why don't you try to impress me like Evans? She might not like it ... but I would." You  confessed, saying it sheepishly.

"Really? I'm a little extra, I though you'd appreciate a guy who challenges you and does it subtly."

"Things change, maybe I just want you."

James stepped closer, his fingers snaking up to the sides of your face. "You mean that, darling?" He asked you, a smug smile making its way on his lips. His thumb traces the curve of your lips, getting a bit of gloss on his skin. "I've wanted you for so long ... and I don't want you if you're still unsure about it."

"Kiss me." You ordered, your hands climbing up to lay flat on his chest.

"Are you sure—?"

No more hesitation this time. You don't let James finish as you press your lips to his. He obliges and bring you closer, fingers slipping under to grip your waist. You let out a small sound come out from your mouth, James' heart growing weak at it. You breathe into his mouth, sharing oxygen in the small confines of his kiss.

As if it's like a competition, you don't want to pull away and admit defeat on who was out of breath first. So finally, James pulls away and grins at the sight of you. It felt good to see him smile so sweetly at you, wanting to get used to the sight.

"I'm still confused how you didn't notice, Potter ... I stare at you so much in class I'm surprised I even know the material." You laughed.

"I dunno." He shrugs.

"You're so oblivious." You comment, picking at his suit jacket and shuddering at the slightest when he leans close.

"Obliviously yours, though." He mutters, pausing just a second to take in your image before kissing you sweetly.

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“I thought you liked being with me.” He said with a playful pout.

HOW ABOUT you marry me already thanks xx

“Noticed what? About what?”

you oblivious adorable boi

You didn’t care, at least you’ve got him now.

AND DO NOT LET THAT GEM GO!!

this fic was lovely mwah!

Flirty friends (or more?) (1.4)

summary: you and james have a flirty friendship with each other for so long, that you doubt if he reciprocates your feelings or he just wants to have fun.

warnings: drinking

pairing: james potter x fem!reader

a/n: this request made me really happy bc it kinda motivated me to write this. Quite short, but I hope you like it anyways<3

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"Oh, you look amazing, pretty girl." James smiled at you, the stupid grin that made your heart beat ten times harder and make the room seem so much brighter. Your cheeks heated immediately, patting his shoulder and muttering a thank you.

"What's the occasion?" James asked, his grin still plastered brightly on his face. "Not that I'm complaining about this look ... just curious."

"Just a Hogsmeade trip with Marlene. She insisted since it was beautiful this month. Snow's finally receding and the airs not so chilly anymore."

James nodded, "Without me? I though we went everywhere together, darling." He flirted, a smug smile replacing his old one.

These were the times that you doubted how you really felt. On one hand, you've been desperately in love with him ever since you met the boy. The little boy who had tiny rounded glasses and red cheeks, the person you met at twelve years old. Who you've fancied ever since. He was such an odd soul to make out.

But on another hand, he was ... James. You didn't quite know how to put it. But it was James. Star quidditch player, intelligent, and sometimes really funny. You didn't know which version of James you really fell in love with. And you didn't know if all those fond memories were ready to be ruined with a solemn confession.

"I go everywhere with you, Jamie. It's nice to take a break from the stress." You mutter, though never shying from a smile.

Without a single hesitation, James pulled both your arms so that you were sat down on the couch. Your knees touching his knees, skin grazing each other. James wraps an arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer into his body. "I thought you liked being with me." He said with a playful pout.

You chuckled, patting his cheek lightly. "I do, but we hang out every hour of the day. If we keep doing this, then people will think we're dating."

James shrugged. "So?" He asks casually. "What's the most horrible outcome you can think of that will happen when we date. Tell it to me then I'll try to solve that problem for you."

"James— no, I was just— I would— no, that— no." Your brain stuttered, not knowing what to say.

James gave you a small smile, somewhere between sad and soothing. "Just joking around." He breaks the momentary silence.

You begin to stand up, your sundress flowing and touching James, making him flush at the sight of your bare legs. You give him a tight-lipped nod, "Like you always are."

—

You came back from your Hogsmeade trip pretty late, it was just befits curfew but the common rooms seems to be empty. Except for the occasional first years who were occupied with their homework. The fire still burned brightly, illuminating the dim light and causing warmth to spread throughout the room.

From the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of a tall boy slumped over the couch. His hair was unruly, glasses folded and gripped on his hand. You felt yourself blushing as you admired your best friend.

James had always been gorgeous, so it wasn't a surprise to you that you caught yourself admiring him right now. Sprawled over the couch, his hair falling to all sides of his face, and his face looking purely innocent. You wanted nothing more than to kiss his pretty lips and snuggle closer to his body.

You nudged him with your hand, just a soft brush. "James." You cooed, "Wake up, it's well after curfew. James—" you said, growing impatient and ending up shoving him harshly.

"Wha— Oh! Hey, pretty girl!" He exclaimed, his voice loud and shrill.

"Shut up! You're so loud."

James giggled— giggled! He giggled and gave you a lazy grin, his arms snaking around your neck and hands digging in your hair to twirl the strands around his finger. You loved it when he did that, especially when you would lie in bed with him doing nothing but paying attention to each other and having him curl your hair with his finger.

Your mind momentarily freezes, thinking of all the times you've been in James' bed and being as happy as a child with a bucket of candy. He made you so comfortable, so well loved and happy. The way he did the little things, like light up scented candles when you went over his dorm. Or how he would insist on carrying your ink and quill around because he knew you misplaced it often. James made you feel so good.

"Why are you all up and giddy? You drunk?" You asked him, peering down to stare at his drunk pout.

"Mhm. Pads gave me like ... 3 glasses. He knew I was a lightweight, that arse." James said, his eyes turing into little slits as it closed and opened tiredly.

You ran a hand through his thick head of hair, pushing his beautiful curls behind and leaving his face bare of them. James gave you the smallest smile, soft and gentle, appreciative.

"I told you not to drink anything Sirius gave you. The stuff he gets from his pureblood friends' are always extra strong for some reason. And it taste bad too." You chuckled.

"I wasn't thinking clearly. Nearly drank myself out if Moony didn't take the bottle from me. Anyways, it's my fault— I'm sorry, darling."

Your face comforted, confused. "For what?"

"For— for the joke? Right before you left, you said something under your breath and I knew you were upset."

Oh. So he did pay attention to you. Your heart beated slightly faster than usually, racing at the thought of James drinking so much because he upset you.

"It's fine— I— it didn't mean anything." You muttered. By now, James had retracted his hands from around your neck and let it lay on his thighs.

"No, I know it did. If you just tell me, then I can figure out how to make it better for you."

He was so adamant about this, you thought. Then again, he always was. James was sort of a book, all these written pages need to be read to understood. You though you already knew everything everything was about him, but there was even more than you had to find out yourself.

"It's embarrassing." You state, your leg nervously jumping up and down.

James extended his arm and gripped your knee, stopping your leg and calming you down. "You never have to be embarrassed with me, love. You know that."

"Well, it's uh— it's you. You're always bringing up the topic of us dating and doing ... stuff. And the weirdest part is I like it, I like it when you do that. And you flirt like hell, James. Here and there, you're you're flirting with me like it's so natural. Sirius noticed, Remus does too. Marlene and Lily ask me all the time about it. And Merlin, even Peter!" You said in one breath. 

"Noticed what? About what?"

"You! You flirting with me but always brushing it off as a joke when I turn serious!"

"What?"

"Don't act stupid, James!"

James struggled to get the words out of his mouth. He got choked up, the alcohol probably blurring his thoughts. "I do like you! I— I think I may be in love with you, actually." James broke the silence.

You widened your eyes, shocked at his stupidly loud declaration. You could feel the first years turn their heads and scrunch their faces in disgust at two 17-year-olds arguing about their love. 

"Don't say it if you don't mean it, James. I'm serious, if you want me then tell me. I don't want a flirty friendship, I want a relationship." You said, your cheeks growing heated at his confession.

"I like you?" He sort of questions, confused and twisted with his own emotions to notice how you rolled your eyes.

"Is that a question—!?"

James chuckled, his hands grabbing your cheeks. In swift motion, his lips were on yours. You didn't hesitate and let James melt into you. It had been way too long, so many years of your ferocious feelings for him had been kept in the dark.

Now, James had explored every inch of your mouth and you were ready to take it even further. But with his hard feelings, James pulled away and put a finger to your lips.

"I think we should continue this tomorrow, darling. Your kiss is dizzying, but so is alcohol."

You didn't care, at least you've got him now.

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