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HEAR ME OUTTTTT

I know I put james potter as aaron but HEAR ME OUT! Saint Levant as James Potter..

THE WY HE JUST PERFORMS ON STAGE WITH THAT SAXOPHONE OF HIS MAKES ME THINK OF A FLIRTY AND VERY TEASEY JAMES POTTER

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OMG 303 FOLLOWERS?! I JUST NOTICED IT!

Thank you so much for all the support on my account, I really didn't think I would get to this much followers and this much love from my stories. I'll continue to update and upload more stories or ideas in my account even if it is a bit late!

Thank you, thank you, thank you so much!! Lots of love for you all!

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Just finished "There be dragons, Harry" and I am obsessed.

LIKE I AM SO SHOCKED I JUST FOUND THIS HIDDEN SUBSECTION IN THE FANDOM JUST A DAY AGO AND I AM SHOCKED?!??!?

It's like so good and now I'm going through ao3 for more dragelau harry potter fanfictions shsbbwnakana.

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Hi! It's been a while since I posted some of my fics. I swear I'm still open for reqs and active on posting some of my shit.

My finals are here so I've been a bit busy because of it, I hope you understand! I'm sorry for making you all wait!🙏

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Currently thinking of making a fanfic in wattpad about James Potter being Fiyero and read/oc as elphaba and Lily as Galinda rn.

BECAUSE IN WICKED ELPHABA AND FIYERO GET TO BE TOGETHER IN THE END WHEN HE FOUND OUT ELPHABA FAKED HER DEATH RIGHT????

Oh sweet Merlin I'm already imagining "What is this Feeling" when Lily and mc loathe each other ueueueueueueue

Omg I read too many lily bashing, forgive me merlin for doing this to our lovely redhead but it's for the plot🙏

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When I read some fanfics about james potter with his full name being 'James Charles Potter'.

My mind goes, "HI SISTERS!"

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POPULAR PARTNER — james fleamont potter, galinda!reader

note: I do not own James Potter or any of the characters in this fic! This is made purely for entertainment purposes. You reader will still have the characteristics as well as the outfits and hair because you wouldn't be galinda if you didn't, now would you?/j

warnings!: none actually.

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It was said that James Fleamont Potter along with his friends were coming to the boarding school of Oz, Shiz. Everyone cheered because of excitement and curiosity. I mean, who wouldn't? This was the infamous prince of the Potters! Yes, infamous.

The Potters were a friend of the Wizard of Oz from generations to generations, who wouldn't want to be in the limelight of all that?

And by limelight, it meant marriage to the one and only heir of the Potters. They were royalty in the Kingdom of Oz due to the Wizard of Oz granting them of such title as a sign of friendship. After all, what's a kingdom without a royal? The Wizard is definitely not fit for that, and so he threw it to someone else.

So in short, get married to James, get riches, be a princess, be queen plus a handsome husband! Very ideal.

The docks of the institution were bustling with chatter, students and staffs alike were awaiting for the sight of the newcomers. Excitement could be seen visible among the air as majority of the ladies proceed to fix themselves, some unbuttoning some of their buttons of their shirt, some combing their hair and some putting lipgloss on their lips as well as blushes. They were trying to make themselves even more appealing which made some of the males roll their eyes in annoyance, not understanding why the women should entice a man they haven't met.

A boat covered like a tent slowly stopped at the dock. This made everyone hold their breaths in anticipation. The boat, tho albeit small, was magnificent. A symbol of a stag visible on its doors and the flag having the same symbol. This was a royal's boat. Oh, how exciting.

The door opened, a hand showed by the handle making everyone hold their breaths once more. Then a man came out, he was handsome even with the scars on his face. It made some of the ladies swoon, fanning their faces as it flushed flustered. A man came out and he was just as attractive, if not more, as the first. Jet black hair that stopped by the shoulders and grey eyes that glinted with smugness by the attention.

Then came the next and last, unruly brunette hair, hazel eyes that looked like it was staring at you with so much love, a small smirk on his lips that looked enticing to kiss and don't get me started on his physique. His figure was lean but mascular, you can tell by the way his clothes hugged his body and oh, Wizard of Oz, his arms. Some of the women fainted as they gazed at the lovely, handsome and delicious men.

The young men exchanged glances of amusement towards each other before getting out of the boat and straight towards the gates of Shiz. All three anticipating what the school has to offer.

As the young men were walking, there was a petite young woman, with perfect posture, dressed in all different shades of pink, her outfit complimenting her blonde silky wavy hair, pale skin and pointy matching colored heels. She was you.

You've read from the newspaper this early morning about the Prince of Oz coming to the Shiz Academy and you just had to take this opportunity to entice such a handsome man! I mean, who wouldn't? Definitely not you.

"Hi, may I?" You whispered to a fellow student sitting on one of the stone seats surrounding a tree. The student nodded and you muttered a quick thanks as you took his book onto your hands. Tossing your hair, you began to walk elegantly towards the Prince and his friends while pretending to read the book.

James, Sirius and Remus ceased their walking as they stopped in front of a map of the academy. They were trying to figure out on where to go to first in the rather gigantic school. Sirius and Remus noticed you quietly and subtly walking towards them, seeing how you were focused on James. They both grinned at each other and stepped aside a bit to let you have your chance. After all, you were very pretty and they knew just by one look, you were popular.

With a clear of your throat you asked the Prince.

"Are you looking for something? Or perhaps..." You said in a soft tone as you flipped your hair before looking at his face intently, you were taking in his appearance as it seemed to bewitch you to stare. "..someone?"

"No, no, I was just looking at how big this school is.." James trailed off the moment he saw you. You looked so pure in his eyes, a doll was what you were like with your doe like eyes. You were very beautiful.

"Hm." You shrugged as you then moved gracefully towards the other side of the map, leaning on it as you pretended to read the book once again.

James followed you, amusement dancing in his eyes as he leaned on the side of the board as well. Smiling slightly at your adorable gesture of flirting, it was cute, not the best but it was working, for him at least.

"Oh, you're still here?" You said in feign surprise as you looked at him. Making James huff a chuckle while nodding to your question.

"Well, I was assigned to give a guided tour for the newly arrived students." You then snapped your book shut as you glided back towards the other side of the board. "Are you..a newly arrived student?" James smirked at your attempt of trying to seduce him, it was adorable yet he didn't seem to care for how bad it is.

"I am now." James spoke in a husky manner as he subtly eyed your whole physique. You smiled at him as your eyes roamed over his figure, he wasn't the only one charmed, he had you trapped as well.

"Well, you've found just the right person, and you can invite your.. associates as well." You said with a grin as your gaze glanced towards his friends behind him. They were watching with amusement throughout the whole ordeal. "Follow me, my king."

That name made James smirk and huff in pride. A king, how quaint.

"And this, is the book place." You said a bit confused on what to call the library as you've never stepped foot in it nor known what it is called. The trio looked at you with amusement to what you called the library.

"There are a lot of different books that...you can read and find in this room, even rare ones." You smiled at them fluttering your eyelids. That's it, short and simple. You thought to yourself.

"It's quite nice." James responded with a charming smile while Remus and Sirius nudged each other, mocking their friend in whispers.

You hummed and shrugged as you all walked through the library, ignoring the glances following your figures. I mean, you all were quite popular. The spinning bookshelf fascinating the Marauders as they've never seen a structure like that before. Makes Remus beam in awe as well as excitement, his inner bookworm screaming out internally.

You all then split ways, though it was mostly Remus and Sirius going on their own way, leaving both you and James to find something to do.

You didn't know what to do as you skimmed through the books, boredom seeping through you as well as your anxiety. You didn't want to look quaint but the awkwardness was unbearable. James on the other hand doesn't feel that way, although he was thinking of how to get you to talk more. He quite likes listening to you.

"So—"

"What are—"

You both stopped to stare at each other, startled as you both spoke at the same time. Before a smile broke out from the both of you.

"Lady's first." James gestured.

"Oh, no. It is quite alright, you go on ahead." You proposed with a smile.

"Well, I was wondering if you knew the ball coming up this weekend." James wondered as he looked at you intently to the eyes. Your eyes widened and turned around to slap yourself lightly to make sure it was happening for real, startling James from your action. Before you turned back once more, acting like you didn't just do that to yourself.

"Yes!—I mean, of course. Everyone is coming." You squeaked out yes before clearing your throat pretending you just didn't squeal. James watched you with an amused smirk, chuckling slightly from your adorable actions.

"Would you like to be my date for that night?" James proposed as he took your hand and bent down to kiss the back of it while keeping eye contact with you. His gaze was so intense, it caused a shiver down your spine.

"I...I would be honored." You stuttered as you looked at him with a very flushed face. A contrast to your flirty nature earlier.

"Then I shall see you there, love."

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Everytime I imagine reiky de valk as Harry Potter, I keep imagining James Potter as Bruno Mars cuz of the tan skin👁️👄👁️

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A/N: I've been reading Harry Potter x reader these past few days and it's making me wanna make a short fic about him. Note that my Harry James Potter face claims will always be Reiky De Valk because that's what I imagine him as, no hate to Daniel Radcliffe though!

A POTTER LOVES HARD — harry james potter.

note: I do not own harry potter in whatever ways! Face claim for my version of Harry Potter will always be Reiky De Valk here in my account, feel free to imagine as someone else though!

warnings!: mentions of death, obsession and some more parts filled with a yandere-ish(?) harry potter. I just love Dark!Harry aus!

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The thing about Potters is that when they love, they love hard.

You see, Charles Potter fell in love with a Black, Dorea Black to be exact. Their love was something no one had expected for both sacred families. It is far from pure but it is so good that both families had no choice but to accept it. A love built from obsession. An obsession that goes both ways, perhaps that's why they couldn't break them from each other. Because like the Potters, when a Black loves, they will do anything to keep their significant other, hence the obsession.

Black Madness is what they call them. Though unlike the other Black's, who used that madness for the belief of saving purebloods through inbreeding, Dorea used that madness for her love. Her soulmate. An example that Andromeda Tonks neé Black used when she married her muggleborn husband, Ted Tonks.

Then came in Fleamont Potter, the son of the famed Potter-Black couple. When he loved, he loved like the hardness of the stone Obsidian. He was stubborn and reckless but when he loved, he made sure to get it in the end no matter how long. That is when Fleamont and Euphemia came together. Their love was made from stubbornness, the opposite of his parent's.

Although there was the obsession that his parents had for each other, that fueled the stubbornness in Fleamont. Both had that trait and you know what they say, having a match is made in heaven. That was what it felt like for them. Both had so many similarities that were used in a different way, yet it was perfect for the both of them and that was how their love goes beyond. Just like Charles and Dorea.

Next came James Potter, the son of the dedicated couple. He was a young man who loved from afar, but it was just as hard as the previous Potters. James had his father's stubbornness as well as his grandfather's obsessive trait. He was obsessed with Lily Evans, a ginger haired young woman who was kind and sweet as well as smart and dedicated to her passions.

He chose to show that obsession with his stubbornness to have the young woman in his arms by publicly courting her. His love was made from infatuation. He was infatuated with everything he saw on Lily the moment he laid his eyes on her. It was a dangerous trait, especially when it is mixed with the type of love the previous Potters had. What he didn't know before was that Lily Evans was the same.

She would never admit it but she was just as infatuated to him just as he was to her. This showed when her eyes constantly moved towards his figure whenever he came in the room, how she always kept his letter underneath her bed in a small box. It showed when she smiles when she sees him so happy whenever he had done something he wanted and accomplished and it also showed whenever he had done something for her without her asking for it. The flush of her cheeks said so.

Then came Harry James Potter. Oh how dangerous his love was.

The way he loved was dangerous. The Black Madness never skips the members of the family, that's why whenever a Potter loves, it's hard and dangerous. It was just never showed much in the surface, but boy oh boy did it show when Harry loved.

Harry loved in a twisted way, it was dark and intense but somehow it was pure, in some sense.

It was pure because Harry grew up never knowing what love was, he never knew the meaning of it, never knew what the feeling of it was, until he met you.

You were like a field filled with different types of flowers, breeze flowing through his hair like you were caressing it, air so fresh he thought he was tainting it, the warmth you oozed was something he never felt before and for that his love for you was pure.

But for others, it is not.

But it's not like any of you cared, now is it?

Just like his, you loved him hard. It was maddening on how you would keep giving him a new reason to love you and keep you forever in his arms away from everyone else because you love him.

Sickening.

But it takes one wicked to love another.

When a Potter loves, they love hard, but that does not mean it does not go both ways.

This was something Minerva "Minnie" McGonagall has noticed throughout her years in Hogwarts. Everytime a Potter fell in love, the love in question would reciprocate that feeling with the same intensity albeit different in ways.

Just like when she was peers with Charles and Dorea Potter. She noticed they type of love the male Potter had towards the female Potter, it was filled with obsession towards one another and she saw that Dorea reciprocated that obsession through getting every thing that reminded her of Charles Potter, while said Potter showed that obsession through taking every bit of her presence through moving pictures as well as buying things that she liked. He was obsessed with her whole being as she is to him.

She noticed a different type of love when she became a professor with Fleamont Potter, the son of the obsessive couple she was peers with. Fleamont's love towards Euphemia was stubborn. The type of love that he showed towards the young lady through the excessive courting to which the young lady reciprocated. Euphemia was competitive, so she courted the male Potter with same stubbornness. That was their love.

The next was the couple's son, James Potter. She saw the love was fueled with infatuation. James used his father's and grandfather's techniques to courting Lily Evans. While she rejected him multiple times before sixth year, she showed that reciprocation subtly but just as hard to James. Differences aside, Minerva saw that whenever a Potter loves hard, the significant other always loves just as hard. It was like a blessing disguised as a curse or was it the other way?

So when she saw how Harry loved you, she knew that no matter how hard people will try to separate you both, it'll only make you both yearn for each other more. That is not what she wanted, as she had seen what separation does to the Potters and their significant other.

She almost saw murder right before her eyes.

That's why when a Potter loves, they love hard.

And it was true as Harry Potter stood over a bloodied limp body on the ground with his fists tightened in a clench. Panting heavily as rage waved over his shoulder. He was pissed off, feral even.

Minerva observed the scene with wide eyes as disbelief was visible in her posture. When she said she almost saw murder when a Potter was separated from their love, she didn't mean this. Because when Charles was separated from Dorea by the Blacks, he went feral, he planned a massacre but it was not executed, thankfully. But Harry Potter, oh this powerful male.

He had just committed something the previous Potters didn't do due to their love stopping them, but this time Harry was not stopped. Why? Because his love was in the Hospital Ward of Hogwarts, bloodied and wounded deep because of the person who was now beneath Harry Potter, limp and lifeless.

The Boy-who-lived just committed murder in front of everyone in the Hallway.

It was sickening.

Because when a Potter loves, they love hard.

And Harry's love was dangerous.

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Sirius: "JAMES CAN'T LIKE REGULUS, HE'S A WALKING RED FLAG!"

Remus: "So? He's a Gryffindor, he likes red—"

James: *too busy thinking of Reggie finally snaps out of it* "Yea, I like red!" *Is clueless on the topic*

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And second request!(well technically third but still, hhihihi-) Once more, army badass aloof fem reader but this time attending the ball where Vronsky meets Anna. She dances with Anna and is slightly interested in her, but Anna of course is interested in Vronsky, only for surprise surprises, Vronsky is interested in the reader! All of this of course still being a reader x Vronsky if it makes sense, i just found the idea a bit silly if the reader is mainly army oriented and rarely enjoys herself such as attending balls and Vronsky finds this as a perfect opportunity to attempt to spend more time with her under the guise of simple officers chatting together while of course he puts on his best charm, only for her to be already dancing with Anna. Bonus points if reader ends up introducing Anna to Vronsky or something. Also reader slightly oblivious. THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME!

A/N: I'm sorry this took so long to post, love. I was trying to fit the scenes together because I wanted the image(how the scenes look in the imagination as well as the emotion in the words.) to look good together. It was a challenge because we all know that Vronsky is a very strong character and Anna is also a complicated person to write about in my words because she gets carried away by her emotions often, right? I do hope you like this one and I'm really grateful that you trust me in making your ideas come true with writing!! Make more requests if you have any more ideas you'd like me to write about, I love a challenge!

MY GAZE IS FIXED ON YOU AND ONLY YOU — alexei vronsky

note: as usual I do not own any of the characters and the plot is from our lovely requestor @petalsbloom ! I am only the writer for their amazing ideas!

warnings!: none other than alexei being hot fr.

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You have always hated parties, specifically balls. You just didn't understand why they should hold a type of party like this just to dance and mingle with the nobles. It was deemed unnecessary for you, well perhaps it's because you are a general that you have no such need for something like this.

Being a general has its perks, having connections already made from the army, even with the most notorious noble House of Russia, the Dukedom. It made you feared, admired, wanted and most of all, powerful. It is no surprise that you wanted that power, though you remained humble and modest about it. Power is a big responsibility and you wanted it, now that you have it, you are satisfied.

At least until your gaze was swept away by something you've never thought would leave you unsatisfied with your standing.

The ballroom was filled with the voices of nobles and soldiers alike who wanted to create connections as well as to mingle for the night. You were beside a pillar to the east side of the room, standing quietly as you leaned against the pillar with a wine in hand.

Unlike the young noble ladies in the ball, you were wearing a formal dress that looked like what the men were wearing. Navy robes that look that of a royal, fitted pants with the same air of colors and golden buttons as well as accents to finish the beautiful and manly outfit that fitted your curves. It is not ideal for a woman in the society but they cannot deny you looked devilishly good looking. Your hair, though, was in a low ponytail to fit your look and your face naturally free from makeup as you looked beautifully without it.

You were bored, very bored. It was your first time in attending a ball as you've rejected it multiple times before becoming curious onto seeing what it felt like being in one. Your curiosity killed you, with boredom.

You sipped on the cold wine in your hand as you looked around in a daze, you were looking for a time to escape but something passed by your sight, causing you to follow it.

A woman, beautiful, enticing and seductive walked from your sight. She was dressed in a black gown, contrasting the bright colors around you. It hugged her figure, curves highlighted from the corset tied against her waist, shoulders peeked out with no dress sleeves making you see her shoulder blades from the back, it enticed you, intrigued you.

Your eyes followed her figure as you sipped from your wine once again, not daring to look away, afraid that you will lose sight of her when you do. The woman stopped in front of the Princess of the night, Princess Kitty, the one debuting along with other noble ladies. She seemed to be close with the princess and pushed said princess lightly towards a man dressed in white that fitted his figure nicely. It was Count Vronsky, a fellow general in the army.

But you had your gaze fixed on the woman who caught your interest to even notice the intense gaze of a pair of ocean blue eyes that belonged to a certain Count.

The moment the Princess went to dance with the Count who seemed to be a bit in disdain as he elegantly moved the practiced choreo for the ball, you began your way to the woman who watched by the entrance of the ball. She was watching the pair in a bit of sadness, wishing it was her dancing with the man, not that you knew.

Clearing your throat the moment you were beside her, you took her hand and kissed the back of it while putting your gaze onto hers intensely, not pulling away for a second when she finally noticed you. The gaze of yours made her flustered but her mind was reminded of a certain ocean eyed man's gaze when you did the action.

"May I have this dance, M'lady?" You uttered out to her in a husky manner as you were entranced by her beauty. Not trusting her voice, the woman nodded and with that you swept her away from the entrance and into the ballroom.

To you, it felt like a dream, it felt like it was only the two of you dancing in the middle of an empty ballroom. Something you have never felt before and it made you feel warmth, your heartbeat steadily beating faster than normal as you lifted the enticing woman up before slowly letting her down. Eyes locking intensely as your chests were held closely together, faces inches away, lips almost locking as you stared into her dark brown eyes. It was a fantasy come true that you didn't even dream of having.

But sadly without you noticing, the woman was only looking at a certain Count dancing with the Princess who looked heartbroken when she saw the gazes of her partner and yours locking as if in a trance. What the princess didn't know was that, the Count wasn't looking at her friend, but on you. He was clenching his teeth behind his closed jaw, jealousy running through his veins as he saw how closely you were with the woman.

How he hated you being with someone else entirely from him.

Alexei didn't really want to attend this ball as he'd rather be in his home or perhaps with you, if he found you. That is until he heard from a colleague of his that you were attending the debutante ball for the Princess. That's how he ended up talking with the other generals in one spot of the room. His ears listening to the chatter but his mind and eyes going elsewhere, he was trying to find you.

Taking a sip from his drink, he bid the men goodbye before walking around the sides of the room to find where you are. Nodding towards other nobles who greeted him, shaking hands with the men, he was annoyed but he didn't show it on his face as he smiled politely towards the people who blocked his path now and then.

A flash of navy from the other side of the room caught his eye and he saw you, walking like the queen you are, his eyes taking in your appearance, the curves highlighted by your fitted outfit, the way it hugged your waist, your hips swaying as you walked and—Alexei bit his lip to stop himself from groaning in such a public setting, his eyes settled down onto your thighs that seemed too thick for the tight pants you wore. He always had a thing for those but only for you.

He saw you walking towards the entrance where a woman in black and the Princess were busy talking to each other. He quickly moved his feet towards the location, stopping only a couple of meters away from the Princess before he got called by said Princess, who turned around when the woman in black tilted her head towards behind her.

"Oh, Count Vronsky! How is your night?" Princess Kitty greeted the blond man who clicked his tongue silently from being interrupted. He masked his disdain and proceeded to take the Princess' hand and kissed the back of it to show respect. It was obvious that this young woman wanted him to court her and he couldn't reject her in front of a large audience as she was a Princess, disrespecting her right now would mean treason for the Royals.

"Your Highness, you look lovely today and I quite enjoy the bustle of today's ball with you as the center of it." He compliments the Princess who was oblivious to the sarcasm in his words, not that it was obvious but his eyes held that word as it crinkled in irritation but it looked as if he was flirting with the young Princess.

Years of practice, I suppose.

Knowing what this would lead to, he offered a dance for the Princess who joyfully accepted his proposal thinking he was interested in her, which sadly he was not. His eyes locked briefly with the woman behind her before sweeping across the floor with the Princess.

Throughout the dance, he was bored and irritated but his mask was perfectly worn as the Princess successfully remained oblivious to such disdain. The dance was about to end and he was planning on asking you to a dance after.

But as he moved his finishing steps, he saw you, with a woman, the one the Princess was talking to, the woman who wore a black dress that contrasted the bright colors of the gowns around them, that woman.

Jealousy build up in his veins as he slowly came to stop as he watched the both of you. The way you looked at woman made his eye twitch in anger, it should be him. It should only be him.

As he kept watching, he didn't notice that he stopped dancing and the Princess looking heartbroken by the sight in front of her. She didn't know that he was looking at you as your back was turned against her and she could only see her friend, Anna Karenina. Jealousy and sadness filled her as she looked back and forth from Alexei to Anna, it looked like they were both entranced with each other but in truth, Alexei had his gaze stuck on the female general's back.

Breathing in heavily, Kitty slowly walked away from the Count who didn't even notice her. This just proved that he will never belong to her, not when his gaze was filled with admiration and infatuation on another woman that is not her.

Alexei continued to watch you dance with that woman, jaw clenching in disdain. You looked like you were in a daze and when you and your partner finished the dance with your bodies so close to each other, he snapped and walked away.

You didn't notice it as your gaze was fixed on the woman in front of you who smiled at you after thanking you for the dance before walking away to the same direction Alexei went. As you stood in the middle of the ballroom you thought.

I'm going to make her mine, just you wait.

But what you didn't know was that a certain Count thought of the same thing but his declaration was not directed towards the woman in black, but to you.

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I'D PICK HER OVER ME — james fleamont potter

note: I do not own any of the characters in harry Potter except for the plot in this small fic. This is purely made for entertainment purposes as well as cuz I am craving for some angst.

warnings!: mentions of death, angst

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James was tired, he really was.

Being a single father was hard, plus being an auror for the ministry. His schedule from his work as well as being a father at the same time was harder than the war that had just ended four years ago.

James sighed in exhaustion as he covered his eyes with his arm while laying on his bed. He had just came back from a meeting in the ministry that ended two hours ago. The meeting ended very late and he hadn't had the time to rest until earlier before waking up in cold sweat.

James had nightmares. It was always the same.

Getting paralyzed by a spell, watching his wife get killed by a dark curse, his son almost dying but some miracle happened and the curse thrown at him was rebounded towards the killer, and repeat. All the same thing, every night.

So James did the only thing that helped him everytime it happened. Sitting up as he groaned, he began to stand up to walk towards downstairs and to the kitchen. Arriving at the location, he began to brew tea. Normally when he was still in his adolescence, he would drink firewhiskey to cope with the war, but now he settled for tea that he added a teaspoon of honey to cope with his loss.

It was what his wife always had whenever she was stressed, tea with a bit of honey. Something he never understood why that preference until now.

"Papa?" A timid voice of a young boy called out to James making him snap out of his daze.

"Yes, Harry?" James said to his son. Harry was a four year old boy, unruly brown hair like his father, circular black glasses on his face because of the poor eyesight he gained from his father. He was practically the carbon copy of James Potter but the only thing different is his son's eyes. It was his mother's, the only woman James had ever loved.

"Where's Mama?" Harry questioned. The air stilled but the small child was oblivious of it. It was a very sensitive topic but it is not a taboo. With sharp intake of breath, James knelt down to his son's height, putting his hand on his shoulder as he fixed his gaze on Harry's.

"Your mother." James started as he paused for a moment to think of a sentence to explain why his mother is gone. "Is in a far away land, at the moment."

"But why so far?"

"Because, Harry, she is trying to protect us from something and she needs to go away for a while." That's it, James. The father encouraged himself. He's still young, tell him when he is old enough. He continued these thoughts as he looked at his son's thoughtful expression.

"Will she come back?"

Silence. There was no answer to that question as James embraced his son in his arms, brows furrowed as tears were threatening to fall from its sockets. The truth was, his mother was not gonna come back but how could he tell that to his four year old son?

Finally having set his son to bed, James took one last glance to Harry before going downstairs to sit on the couch of the living room. The honey-tea has long gone cold as he sat in front of the fire that was slowly dwindling. James stared blankly at it as his thoughts were loud but at the same time quiet.

If only you were here.

"If I could pick on who would survive that day, I would've picked you." James muttered to himself out loud, quietly sniffling his tears that slowly fell on his cheeks to his hands.

"Because you would've known what to do.."

The crying of a baby echoed through the house in Godric's Hollow. The scene showed a master bedroom, two bumps could be seen under sheets of the bed. As the cry continued, one of the figures moved.

"Fuck.."

A deep male's voice cursed out as he sat up, not being able to fall asleep now because of the noise. Another voice moaned out from being awaken from the movement of the man.

"I'll take care of him, love. Just continue sleeping." The man coaxed to his wife beside him who blinked at him to ask if he's sure.

"You sure?"

"Yea, you sleep and I'll tend, yea?" With that, the woman went back to her dreams as the man carefully unravels himself from the sheets before walking out the bedroom to the nursery.

"Shh, it's okay, Harry. I got you, bud." He said the moment he took Harry from the crib and coaxed him in his arms. The man was James Potter, the leader of the band of misfits, Marauders is now a father. The one thing he never knew he would be with the war going on.

Harry, the baby, now stopped his fussing and opened his eyes that he got from his mother to stare at his father. Smiling widely, he giggled and tried to reach for James' hair.

"Hey now, not the hair you little twit."

"Do not curse at our child, James Fleamont Potter." A stern melodic voice spoke out from behind the father who flinched as James chuckled sheepishly.

"I'm not...." James trailed off as he looked everywhere but his wife, who rolled her eyes.

"I swear, I can't leave you alone for one second with Harry." You scolded your husband with a slight slap on his arm making him grin at you.

"You love me!" James teased to which you rolled your eyes again.

"Unfortunately." You said while grabbing Harry out of his hands and propping him up on your hip.

"What is that supposed to mean?!"

James leaned against the door frame of the kitchen as he wore a pink apron with a giant cute teddy bear printed on its front, courtesy of Sirius saying it was to look husband material and James agreeing to it because he was told it was husband material, he was listening to you humming a small song to Harry as you kept him occupied by holding up a toy on your son's face.

James was cooking up lunch because he wanted you to rest and let him handle household chores while you occupy your son. It was the least he could do for you as the war lead both of you into hiding your son from the Dark Lord because of a prophecy. He knew you wanted to spend more time with Harry before the worse happens, so he did all the chores while you spend your time with your child, even after so many of your refusals.

James smiled in content as well as fondness as he watched the both of you. How could he have such a wonderful family with how arrogant and stupid he was when he was a teen. He didn't think he deserved such thing after being such a prejudice prick towards Slytherins.

"Take Harry and run!" James yelled out to you as he tried to push the Dark Lord back even if it was just for a delay. He couldn't let him get to both of you, you're all that he had left.

Successfully stunning the Dark Lord, James then ran upstairs to be with you and Harry. It was the only thing he could do to help you run away before the Dark Lord catches up. Unfortunately, James underestimated the Dark Lord's recovery from a stunning hex. The moment James arrived at the doorframe of the nursery of where you were, he fell paralyzed by the spell the Dark Lord had thrown at him.

"No.." James mumbled as his eyes went wide in horror. He kept chanting the word like a mantra as he helplessly watched the scene in front of him. His mumbles becoming screams as he sobbed heavily. Sweat dripped from his forehead as his face turned red, eyes squinting, brows furrowing hard as tears kept flowing down like a waterfall from his reddening eyes.

No...not my family..

Not the one I just built..

Please don't do this to me..

A green light blinded the whole room as a loud thump echoed the room. Silence overlapped as the Dark Lord grinned viciously. James' brown eyes stilled as he watched the limped lifeless body of the woman he was proud to say was his, the love of his life, the mother of his son, his wife, you.

James was not spared from tragedy as he now watched his son getting cursed by the Dark Lord before he stared in disbelief as the curse rebounded and hit the one who casted it. Watching as a lightning bolt of a cut appeared on his son's forehead.

But the moment he was free from his trap, he screamed in agony, not from his wounds, but from the death of his love.

"Now, Harry. If I could choose on who would've lived between me and your mother." James said to his son who was now in his teen, sixteen, as they stood in front of a gravestone. A familiar name etched in the stone.

[ Your Name ] Potter

[ Birthdate ] — October 31st, 1981

"In loving memory of a great friend, sister, mother, and wife."

"I'd pick her over me."

"Why?"

"Because, she would've known what to do."

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Thank you so much for the 109 hearts on the lie detector fic, everyone!!

I swear I'm doing a part 2 of it but on Aaron's turn. I honestly didn't think it would get to that much likes in just 48 hours since my account is fairly new.

Thank you all for the support and my requests are also always open!

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Okay not that it's any important but if I ever write a fic about mattheo I'm changing his name into Marcus Riddle just to respect my other husband Benjamin❤️

You can scroll down now, pookie😔

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MY FAV AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON WRITER JUST LIKED MY STORIES OMG I CAN DIE IN PEACE NOW

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“ Sam loved her husband who was 34 now but even she knew that it wouldn't last, she was 57 for god's sake. She knew she would end up divorced sooner or later “

was this a diss LMAO

I mean...is it? What do you think, pookie? wink wink

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Suddenly Slytherin boys are the only thing I read about rn

CAN I JUST TELL YOU HOW UNDERRATED THEO NOTT IS? LIKE HOLY FUCK

I swear I have a thing for Latinos and I am not ashamed. Because, damn papi