j4mesbuchananbarnes

[j4mesbuchananbarnes]

// part 2 of my red white and royal blue inspired slow burn james potter x reader series!

༺ 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫 ༻

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ~ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐲: 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐩𝐬, 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐬, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞—𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ~ 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬-𝐭𝐨-𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫; 𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬; 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚; 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭; 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧; 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬; 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭.

ch1

The second day was somehow worse than the first.

You’d woken up praying James Potter had mysteriously vanished in the night, spirited away by an international kidnapping plot, or swallowed whole by one of the White House fountains. No such luck. He was waiting for you at breakfast, curls damp from a shower, tie crooked, eating a stack of pancakes like he hadn’t a care in the world.

“Morning, Princess,” he said brightly, syrup dripping from his fork. “Sleep well? Dream of me?”

You slid into the chair opposite him with a glare. “I dreamed of a guillotine, actually.”

James pressed a hand to his heart. “Romantic.”

The morning’s event was a children’s hospital visit, which you expected to be another round of fake smiles and staged laughter. You had perfected the art of public compassion—kneeling beside tiny beds, asking soft questions, handing out gifts. You thought James would clown his way through it the way he did everything else.

Instead, you watched him crouch down beside a boy in a Spider-Man T-shirt and spend ten whole minutes talking with him about superheroes, complete with hand gestures and ridiculous sound effects. The boy laughed so hard he nearly fell off the bed.

And when James stood to leave, he tucked the bedsheets carefully back around the boy’s legs like it was second nature. No cameras nearby. No audience. Just… James.

You caught yourself staring.

“Problem, Your Highness?” James asked later, catching your gaze as you walked out of the ward. His grin was smug again, but his eyes were still warm from the room.

“None,” you said quickly, looking away. “Except for you being a menace.”

“There she is,” he said with a laugh, and the moment was gone.

That afternoon was mercifully free of cameras. You were ushered into a smaller sitting room with the vague promise of “downtime.” For the first time all weekend, you allowed yourself to collapse onto a sofa, tugging at your shoes with a groan.

“Careful,” James said from across the room. “If you relax too much, people might think you’re human.”

You lobbed a cushion at him without looking.

The cushion hit someone else entirely.

“Well,” drawled a new voice, amused. “That’s one way to greet a guest.”

You sat up quickly to see Sirius Black standing in the doorway, your cushion under his arm. He was every bit as sharp-edged as you remembered from the few chaotic glimpses you’d had of him at public events—dark hair, devil-may-care smirk, leather jacket despite the summer heat.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, instantly on guard.

“Visiting my dearest friend, of course.” Sirius flopped into the seat beside James and threw an arm around his shoulders. “Making sure he hasn’t been assassinated by a certain royal.”

You rolled your eyes. “Not yet.”

Before James could reply, another figure appeared behind Sirius—Remus Lupin, balancing two mugs of tea. He looked softer, quieter, with tousled hair and a jumper that had seen better days.

“Sirius, stop terrorizing the poor girl,” he said mildly, handing you one of the mugs without asking. “She looks exhausted.”

You blinked at the tea, surprised. “Oh. Thank you.”

“Don’t thank him,” Sirius said. “He’s trying to make us all look bad.”

Remus ignored him, settling into an armchair with the other mug. His eyes were sharp, though, studying you with quiet interest. “So,” he said after a moment. “How are you enjoying America?”

You hesitated. “It’s… loud.”

Sirius barked out a laugh. “She’s not wrong.”

James elbowed him. “Behave.”

The three of them fell easily into bickering, their rhythm so natural you almost forgot to be annoyed. You sat there, tea warming your hands, watching as Sirius teased James mercilessly and Remus slipped in dry remarks that made them both laugh.

It was… strange. Familiar. The kind of easy friendship you’d never been allowed to have.

You caught James watching you out of the corner of his eye, like he was trying to see if you’d smile.

You didn’t. Of course not.

But later, alone in your room, you thought about that hospital visit, about Sirius’s grin, about Remus’s tea. And against your better judgment, you wondered if this whole weekend might turn out differently than you expected.

[j4mesbuchananbarnes]

// My new writing account! go check it out, if you would like to. ‘Don’t fall for him’ is a red white & blue inspired slow burn romance trope of James Potter x reader. it’s a new one, re-blogging is appreciated!

Don’t fall for him.

Chapter 1 : The cake war chronicles

a royal wedding. a ruined cake. an international scandal. now you’re stuck in a fake friendship with james potter—america’s golden boy, and your sworn nemesis. too bad he’s infuriatingly charming when he’s not driving you insane. (red white and royal blue inspired!)

Author’s notes ~ this was so inspired by red white and royal blue except its presidents son!James Potter x princess of england!reader

If you’d been allowed to plan your brother’s wedding seating chart, you’d have put James Potter on the moon. Preferably without oxygen.

Instead, you were sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with him at the reception, your best diplomatic smile stretched so tight your jaw ached.

“Your Highness,” James murmured out of the corner of his mouth, raising his champagne flute. He didn’t even look at you, just kept grinning for the cameras. “Lovely ceremony. The flowers almost distracted me from how much you clearly hate me.”

“I don’t hate you,” you said through gritted teeth. “I simply think you’re a one-man international incident waiting to happen.”

James chuckled. “And yet, here I am. Still invited to royal weddings.”

“That was a mistake,” you muttered.

“What’s that?” he asked innocently, his grin widening. “Did you say I look devastatingly handsome in this tux?”

You gave him a tight smile that could curdle milk. “I said I’d rather die than dance with you.”

“Good thing you’re not my type,” James said easily. Then, after a beat: “Actually, wait—”

Before you could snap back, his shoulder knocked into the enormous wedding cake behind you. Time slowed. You watched in horror as the tiers wobbled, tilted—then collapsed spectacularly.

The collective gasp of the crowd was deafening.

Buttercream splattered across your dress, dripping onto the marble floor. James stared at his ruined tux for one stunned second—then burst out laughing.

“You—” you sputtered, blinking frosting out of your eyelashes. “You absolute—”

“Careful, Princess,” James said between laughs, brushing icing off his lapel. “There are children present.”

Your hands clenched into fists at your sides. “I’m going to kill you.”

“International scandal,” he sang softly. “Headline: Princess of England Murders First Son at Royal Wedding. Think of the optics.”

“Optics?!” you hissed. “You’ve turned my brother’s wedding into a circus.”

“Oh, please,” James said, still grinning. “Everyone’s going to remember it forever now. You’re welcome.”

You wanted to scream. Instead, you stood, back straight, frosting dripping from your hair, and marched out of the ballroom before you committed regicide-by-cake.

The headlines the next morning were worse than you imagined.

Royal Wedding Descends Into Chaos: Princess and First Son Caught in Cake Catastrophe

Is There a Feud Between Buckingham and the White House?

Princess vs Potter: Round Three.

By afternoon, your father’s aide was pacing your suite, pale with fury. “This is a disaster. A diplomatic disaster.”

“It wasn’t my fault!” you protested.

“Be that as it may,” he snapped, “you and James Potter will spend the weekend together in Washington to demonstrate to the world that you are—” he visibly swallowed the words—“dear friends.”

“Friends?” you repeated, horrified. “With him?”

Two days later, you were standing on the White House steps with your suitcase, stomach twisted in knots. The door swung open, and there he was—James Potter, curls more unruly than ever, grin smug enough to ignite a war.

“Your Royal Highness,” he said with an exaggerated bow. “Welcome to hell.”

You glared. “At least I’m dressed for the occasion. You look like you lost a fight with your closet.”

James clutched his chest dramatically. “You wound me. I thought you liked me better when I was rumpled and devastatingly charming.”

“I don’t like you at all,” you snapped, brushing past him into the house.

James fell into step beside you, voice low and amused. “Perfect. Should make this whole ‘dear friends’ act very convincing.”

You didn’t dignify him with an answer.

And just like that, the longest weekend of your life began.

Hope you enjoyed chapter one! Reblogging helps out massively and this is my first post. Have a good day lovelies!

[j4mesbuchananbarnes]

// Mod here. I know i’ve done this a few times lately, but i’m gonna be turning off asks for a while.

No one’s done anything wrong, my mental health just isn’t great right now and i don’t have energy to reply / reply properly. I love doing this, love talking to everyone and i wanna be able to give genuine responses, not half assed ones

A lot of them lately have been half assed and i’m sorry if you’ve fallen victim to my little depressed act😭

Love you all, see ya soon.

[j4mesbuchananbarnes]

you, me and a museum date where you just follow me while i ramble about artists and their art (i might be more than slightly passionate about the subject) and in return i'll kiss you in front of the romantic portraits

-🪽

Oh angel that sounds perfect. You can tell me all the facts ya want, i’m more than happy to listen to you talk.

[j4mesbuchananbarnes]

Hey Master, any chance you could help me shut my brain off by fucking me until I'm nothing but a brainless, cock-drunk mess

(p.s Mod, I'm also Autistic, so if you're ever having a bad brain day and I'm available, don't hesitate to send me a DM, I'm more than willing to be a listening ear for you if you need one)

C’mere sugar, wanna be a good doll f’me? Lay back ‘n let me fuckin’ ruin ya. I’ll have you screamin’ my name in no time. Sound good?

(Awh thankyou, that means so much! same here :3)

[j4mesbuchananbarnes]

hey honey casablanca sounds great!! can’t lie i’ve never actually seen it but i sure am glad to have you to introduce me to the classics xx i’ve got work but i can pick up dinner and snacks on my way home ;) see ya later sweet cheeks love ya xx - 🐞

Casablanca is a great film doll, one from my time. Have a great day at work sugar, see ya later, love ya too xx

[j4mesbuchananbarnes]

//hihello!! 🫧 wondering if i could add babydoll to the list of pet names i like :) probably my number 1 fave🥺

// Course you can!

[j4mesbuchananbarnes]

sounds good daddy ;))) wan' you to pump your cum in me and tell me i'm a pretty girl. wanna feel u leave kisses all over my neck and chest so bad :((

-🫧

Fuck sugar, gunna fill that pretty pussy up? Leave marks all over ya, c’mere. Now.

[j4mesbuchananbarnes]

Hi buckyyy so I did a thing and ordered this cute lingerie with you in mind. So pretty and pink. I'd love to wear it for you and maybe let you slip it off🩰 think I'll look like a pretty doll in it?

Holy shit doll, need ya so bad. Bet you’d look so fuckin’ gorgeous in that. The prettiest doll ever.

[j4mesbuchananbarnes]

hi daddy! I had a looong day with big girl stuff so I’m vvv sleepy but I need to shower >:( some of the dreams included us cuddled together 24/7 and um me waking up with you between my thighs daddy hehe 😉 - 🐶

Awh, hope you had a great day sugar. I love hearin’ all about your dreams.

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yes that’s better daddy *she says happily, patting him on the head* - 🐶

“Perfect baby” he said with a soft smile

[j4mesbuchananbarnes]

Well, we went ice skating and well, none of us were awesome at it, I remember you falling a lot, me too of course but it was funnier seeing you fall. And after we went to a restaurant and you were complaining about your sore ass 🤭🫶

-🦞

Had a great day doll, you looked adorable ice skatin’. Hey now, i did not fall down that much, And my ass was sore.

[j4mesbuchananbarnes]

Take some deep breaths baby, can you do that f’me? Just try and listen to some music n not over think it. ‘Know that sounds absolutely impossible to not do, but just try and relax yourself, okay?

(noted :3)

Got in trouble at work n feeling really guilty need to be held accountable- 🐇

Oh bunny you got in trouble? That’s not good is it?

(do you want dom bucky or soft bucky to handle this?)

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Got in trouble at work n feeling really guilty need to be held accountable- 🐇

Oh bunny you got in trouble? That’s not good is it?

(do you want dom bucky or soft bucky to handle this?)

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noooo shhhh *she smiled shyly* you gotta do it to daddy or it won’t work *she pouts with wide eyes* - 🐶

“Ohh my bad baby” he said as he gently kissed her hands “Better?”

[j4mesbuchananbarnes]

what's your favorite snack, sarge? want me to grab some for you before i come over?

🐦‍🔥 (she/her, 20s)

Hmm i’d have to say my favourite snack has got to be toffee popcorn.

[j4mesbuchananbarnes]

Goodmorning daddy 💞 hope you have a good day. had lots of sweet dreams about you 😫✨- 🐶

Mornin’ pup. Hope you have a great day too, care to share some of those dreams?