#GIMME BLOODY JAMES POTTER

[kat-xox]

you know what james potter needs?

more blood.

[pretty-little-mind33]

James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: You and James are friends with benefits until daisies and an incident with one asshole Quidditch player stirs up some hidden (or not-so-hidden) feelings

Genre: Fluffy fluff <3

Warnings: swearing, slut shaming, mentions of sex, pranks

JAMES POTTER MASTERLIST

Since you met him in Charms class your fourth year he'd been a nuisance. In the beginning, you didn't even consider him; he was just some boy who was consistently louder than anyone else in the room and incredibly obnoxious.

Only eventually, it became obvious he'd somehow wormed his way into your heart when in the first month of your seventh year, three drinks in and one drunken kiss later, James Potter had ended up taking more than just your heart.

Your mutually-beneficial-arrangement, which has blossomed since then, is the reason you're now standing in front of the Gryffindor changing room. The boys' changing room.

You and James have this new tradition where, after he wins an important game, you'll meet him in the changing room after his teammates had left and, well, you were his reward.

Slowly, you run a hand through your hair, fixing the barrette you have pinned on one side, and then smooth your hand down your uniform. Hesitantly, you turn the handle.

Once you walk in, it takes approximately less than three seconds for you to realize you made a terrible mistake.

Inside you're met with loud, bustling, chatter as Gryffindor boys you only know by name and Quidditch positions pack their equipment and uniforms into their bags. You freeze.

One of the boys turns around, "What the bloody fuck is a girl doing in here?" He exclaims, sounding truly horrified.

Immediately, you spin around to leave but without warning another boy seemingly materializes next to you and slams his hand into the door. You almost bump into it as it shuts directly in front of you. You swallow nervously as you have no choice but to turn around.

"Y/n?" You hear your name and an immediate sense of relief rushes over you. You watch James walk in. His hair is still damp from a shower and a towel is thrown over his shoulder.

His look of confusion quickly turns into realization when he scans you and sees the small flower in your hand. Usually, when he wins you gift him a daisy and he likes to keep them all in the pocket of his Captain's uniform as good luck charms.

James's eyes then jump to his teammate and when he sees how close his arm is to your head and how close he is to you in general, he frowns, "Hey O'Conner, back it up, buddy." He says, hiding his annoyance behind a joke as he quickly makes his way to you.

O'Conner huffs but listens to James anyway. He sends you a look and then laughs to himself, "Is this your girlfriend, Potter. Seems like she has a little present for you." O'Conner looks at the daisy in your hand and you quickly hide it behind your back, cheeks burning hot.

When James reaches you, he gently holds your shoulder and turns you around. His mouth is pressed near your ear as he whispers, "Come on," and leads you out the door.

Even when James shuts the door behind you, you can still hear mocking and whistles from inside the changing room and you've never been more embarrassed in your life. You're sure James can sense how anxious you've become because he runs his thumb over your knuckles, "It's okay, love. You're just a little early. You can come back in thirty minutes and it will just be just us, like it usually is."

You stare at him and, after a moment, shake your head. You don't have to speak or explain yourself for James to understand as he kisses your forehead, "Ok, I'll see you at Honeydukes in a bit then? Pads and Moony said they invited you already?"

"Yeah." Is all you say.

James gently slides his hand down your cheeks and uses his thumb and index finger to tilt your chin up, "Gimme a smile, love?" He asks seriously.

You look into his eyes, rolling yours, but smile at him anyways. You hear him mumble something and then he swiftly plucks the daisy from your hand and, because he doesn't have any available pockets, puts it behind his ear.

When James sends you his signature smirk, you think you're melting.

"Bye Jamie," You whisper as he turns around to walk into the changing room again. The door opens and you can hear the laughter inside but they don't bother you anymore when you see a glimpse of James giving one of his teammates the middle finger as the daisy stays in his hair.

* * *

Honeydukes is known to be busy after Quidditch matches and it's especially busy when Gryffindor wins. It's a tradition that originated from James, Sirius, and Remus, and now almost everyone just comes along until it's turned into a full party.

James has his arm draped over the booth behind you as he leans against the corner. He laughs as Sirius chugs Butterbeer as quickly as possible. Your nose scrunches in disgust and Remus quickly snatches what was his drink away from Sirius's hands, "You're a pig." Remus reprimands gently and rolls his eyes.

Sirius just winks, licks his lips, and leans in to wipe the side of his mouth on the collar of Remus's sweater, to which the latter smacks him over the head and earns an amused, still muffled, laugh.

You smile. You're lost in thoughts when you suddenly feel James's fingers draw circles and various shapes on your back. It's something he does almost routinely. You turn to him, but he doesn't look back at you as his fingers find your hair and play with the strands. You admire how his hazel eyes dart from Remus to Sirius depending on who's talking. You like the way his messy black hair, now dry, is curling around his forehead and you have to resist pushing up his round glasses, which sit a little low on his nose.

You have completely lost track of their conversation and when you're pulled down to earth by a shout from another drunk student, you avert your gaze from James and instead focus on your nearly finished Butterbeer. A blush of embarrassment heats your cheeks and you slide out of the booth.

"Everything ok?" Sirius asks and the boys look at you.

You smile and lift your glass, "Yeah, I just want another round."

"Alright, love." James says, turning his head a little. You can see the daisy still hiding in his curls and your chest tightens.

You really wish you'd known in fourth year how badly you'd fall for James Potter, because maybe then you could have prevented the pain of how shitty it feels to only admire him from afar.

Pushing past a bunch of students, you go to lean against the bar as you wait your turn to order. You hadn't heard someone come up to you until you feel someone's shoulder close to yours. Because of the intimacy, you think it's one of your friends, "Hey–" You start and look up, only to jump a little as O'Conner grins down at you.

Quintin O'Conner is a rather tall, handsome boy with short, thin, auburn hair. His vibrant green eyes shine as he tips his full glass of beer with an obnoxious smirk, "Hey, stalker."

You frown at the nickname, "Can I help you?" You ask.

"Sure." O'Conner licks his lips, "Potter didn't say you were his girlfriend, so I'm wondering if you're free tomorrow night? If I'm honest, I'd love one of your good luck daisies too." His hand slides over the counter and hesitates at your hand. You shift.

James told his teammates about your daisies? You blush, "Oh um, no, those are for James." You try to explain without sounding creepy and possessive. O'Conner fakes a pout and this time his hand reaches yours and his thumb caresses along your palm.

"Yeah, but like, he's not your boyfriend is he?"

"He's not but,"

"Listen, it's pretty obvious whatever activities you and Potter do in private has caused you to fall in love with him but, clearly, he just doesn't feel the same," O'Conner now grips your hand and leans in way too close, "Y/n, if you were mine I would never take you for granted." He looks you over, his eyes more sinister than his words.

You feel like someone has just choked you. Has James been going around telling people you've been hooking up? You thought you'd agreed you wouldn't even tell Sirius and Remus? You stare at O'Conner, "How do you know that?" You stutter.

"Please," O'Conner rolls his eyes, "It's quite obvious you know? You didn't just walk into the boys changing rooms looking for Potter to have a chat, did you? Plus, anyway, Potter told us the moment you left."

You shake my head automatically as his hand grips yours and somehow leans in even closer. "What's he doing to you that I can't do?" O'Conner's lips are close to your ear now and a shiver runs down your spine. Quickly, you pull your hand away and swoop under and around him.

"Sorry, I have to go." You mumble and start to make your way back to the booth, head spinning.

"Slut," You hear O’Conner shout over the chatter and you wince, closing your eyes.

When you find your way back to Sirius, Remus, and James empty handed, they look at you confused, "What's wrong, love?" James asks, sitting up in his seat. His eyes look you over and you can tell just by his eyebrow scrunch he knows you're upset.

Sirius and Remus look equally concerned and they look towards the bar, only by now O'Conner has probably gone to bother another unsuspecting girl.

When you don't move, James is up on his feet and is making his way towards you. He holds out his arms and tries to wrap them around your shoulders comfortingly but you push your arms outwards and up so he can't touch you. You shake your head. Now, the boys look even more concerned, "Seriously, what happened, Y/n?" James whispers and crosses his arms.

You look at him and the daisy in his hair just pisses you off now, "Did you tell them?" You ask, the butterbeer in your system creating a light buzz, making your head feels fuzzy, "James, did you tell them?"

"What?" James's eyes round.

"You heard me." You hiss. Sirius and Remus look at each other confused.

"Please, just tell me what happened." James pleads in another whisper as he starts to walk towards you again, only this time you move away from him.

"Oi, Potter, next time keep your bitch on a tighter leash. She was all over me a few moments ago." You suddenly hear O'Conner taunt and your head snaps towards the sound. O'Conner's arm is swung around another girl's shoulder as he grins at you.

"What the fuck did you just say, man?" Sirius exclaims as Remus instantly holds his arm back.

You glance at James and you can see his mind racing. He's staring at O'Conner but he hasn't reacted or even moved in any way. Instead, he looks at you, and his eyes soften, "Y/n," He starts but you don't wait for an explanation and just turn around.

You've barely gone out the door when James is behind you again, "Wait, please. Talk to me." He says and his hand skims your arm. Reluctantly, you pause and let out a sigh,

"I'm so fucking mad at you, James." You exclaim.

"Okay," James's voice is calm and he guides you to turn around and look at him, "Why is that, love?" He's eerily calm, especially since he has a few drinks in him, and you're extremely suspicious.

"Why are you so calm?" You ask lightly, only a little hurt he didn't stand up for you in Honeydukes.

James tilts his head, "After what O'Conner said? Sweetheart, I'm fucking furious but that wanker isn't who I care about right now." He takes a breath, "I want to know what happened to make you so mad at me."

You glare at him, "We promised we wouldn't tell anyone about us."

James looks flustered, "Yeah? And I haven't." He defends.

You roll your eyes, "So why did O'Conner come up to me asking me about what you do to me, James?"

James looks like he's seen a ghost. He shakes his head and his hands come up to your shoulders, he’s gentle as he holds you, "Y/n, I never told him anything. Bloody hell, I'd never brag about shagging you to anyone, you deserve so much more than that."

He looks so sincere you sigh, "You think he just figured it out then?" You ask.

James smirks and plucks the daisy from behind his ear. He twirls it in front of you, "I mean this is pretty damning, isn't it?"

Your smile weakens, "Do you not like them?"

James laughs a little and his hand comes up to hold your cheek, "I love them, love." His hand lingers on your cheek and he starts to move his thumb, "Come on, let’s go back in, yeah?”

He starts to turn around but you grab his wrist, "Promise you didn't tell them about us?" You whisper, still feeling insecure.

"I promise." He reassures you. When a small bell chimes, he looks back to the door which swings open and Sirius and Remus come stumbling out.

Remus is holding onto Sirius's collar, helping him stay on his feet, "Mates, let's leave. Pads has had way too much to drink and he almost knocked O'Conner's teeth out in there." He groans. You and James look at each other, laughing.

"I'm seriously debating going back in there and punching that asshole myself." James jokes, swinging his arm around your shoulder and Sirius grins drunkenly.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Prongs?" He asks, staggering on his feet.

"Oh, I sure am." James says, smirking.

* * *

It happened a week later. All week, James had been visibly agitated after his Quidditch practices and he wouldn't tell you why.

It's Saturday morning now. Mail time. You're sitting in your usual seats: James and Sirius on one side, You and Remus on the other. James is directly in front of you and he’s been playing footsies since you all sat down. You can't hide your giggles and he can't hide his smile.

"Hey, hey, the show is starting soon."Sirius leans in after a while and smirks. James looks around excitedly as owls start to swoop in from the sky. You look at them: they look like giddy children that have just been allowed to have candy after 8pm.

"What did you guys do?" You ask, raising an eyebrow.

Remus chuckles from beside you, "You'll see."

You glance at him, surprised, "You're in on it, Moony?"

"Of course he is, this was a group project, doll." Sirius winked and then his eyes follow a brown owl. You recognize it as James's owl, only it isn't flying towards you guys.

"Where is your owl going, Jamie?" You frown

"Somewhere special." James says nonchalantly and turns to watch, his arms crossed as he leans on Sirius: who is leaning forward himself and resting his chin on his hand as he wears a smug grin.

You watch his owl swoop down near where some Gryffindor Quidditch players are eating, O'Conner being one of them. He's laughing obnoxiously and anger bubbles inside you.

Remus leans in to you and whispers, "3…2…1," Pause and then James's owl drops a letter in front of O'Conner. Sirius first pumps the air as James smirks.

"You sent O'Conner a letter?" You ask James, hesitantly.

"Better." He grins. As if in clock work, a loud voice booms over the dinning hall. You recognize it immediately, it's James. Well, it kinda sounds like James only he's making an exaggerated, frankly mocking, Australian accent. Quite like how O'Conner sounds normally.

James is also clearly attempting to sound more feminine and you cover your mouth in shock as James from inside the howler begins to talk, "Quinnie, this is mummy," You look at James and Sirius, who look like they're already pissing their pants with laughter.

"Hi my darling. I'm replying to your earlier letter. Daddy and I think you should get that itchy rash on your penis checked out sooner rather than later, honey. You've been a good boy and used protection, right?"

Remus snorts from next to you as you hear some laughter resound around the room. O'Conner looks absolutely mortified as his friends laugh around him. His misery isn't over as the howler continues, "Try Granny's cream every night, ok? Daddy and I hope you feel better soon, lovie. Kisses, your Mummy dearest." James ends the letter with a loud, slobbery, kiss and then the letter rips.

Sirius has his head in his arms and his shoulders bounce as he hyperventilates quietly while James looks extremely proud. Even Remus is wearing a shit-eating grin. When O'Conner looks at you all, his cheeks dusted pink from embarrassment and anger, James simply blows him a kiss and sends him the middle finger.

You laugh behind my hand, "Why did you guys do that?"

Sirius shrugged, "That bloke has always been an asshole,"

"And he was extremely disrespectful to you yesterday, Y/n/n." Remus points out, to which James nods as he eats a mouthful of scrambled eggs. You scrunch your nose at him and eat your toast. Occasionally, you'll look over at O'Conner, who looks absolutely infuriated as his friends tease him endlessly.

"Seeing his face turn that red was pretty satisfying." You point out.

"Anyways, he should have seen it coming. No one messes with my girl without consequences." He says it without a second thought and he doesn't even look phased. You on the other hand? You're extra aware of the dryness in your throat as you try and process what James so casually said. His girl? You look at Remus and then at Sirius almost for confirmation that he had indeed said it. They look a little unsure but more awkward than confused.

"Okay well, we have Potions. See you later." Sirius stands, looking at Remus and gestures for him to stand too, "Coming, Moons?"

Remus nods quickly and walks out behind him, leaving you and James alone.

You find it incredibly annoying how nonchalant James can be sometimes. "So, your girl, huh?" You ask, hesitantly.

James pauses and looks at you, something sparks in his eyes but it quickly dies as he bends his head and continues to eat, "Mmhm." His foot nudges yours a little, "You're our girl, and we take care of what's ours."

Your heart sinks. You don't want to be their girl. You want to be his girl. Instead of the girl he fucks in secret, you want to be the one he kissed sweetly in the hallway. You want to be more than just friends.

More than just fuck buddies.

"Oh." You say, your disappointment hidden behind a small smile and James perks up.

"Wanna ditch?" He asks with a smirk.

* * *

You and James like to play Wizard's Chess.

He's infamously bad at it which means you win everytime. Still, he always loses graciously and plays whenever you ask him.

You're sitting at the edge of the lake, the warm spring air hitting your skin, and the chess board Remus had gotten you for your sixteenth birthday sits in between you and James.

"Checkmate," You stick your tongue out at him as James groans.

James scrunches his brows and then, quite obviously, uses his knee to knock over the chessboard, "Oops." He laughs. You widen your eyes and try to push him on his shoulder but James just grips your wrist and pulls you into him.

He stumbles backwards until he's laying on the grass and you're hovering over him, sitting on his waist. You look at him, breathing heavily, and he looks at you.

You don't protest when James's hand curls around the back of your neck and he guides you down to kiss him. You melt into his arms. His hand finds your hair as he kisses you more passionately and for a moment you're content until James's other hand starts to tug at the buttons of your chemise. You tense and disconnect your lips, holding his hand away from your body.

"You ok?" He asks, sitting up and helping you sit in between his legs.

You can't look at him without feeling shame and embarrassment. Is this over? All because of your stupid feelings? You turn to him hesitantly and when you look at his lips, your heart hurts. Was this the last time you'll ever kiss him?

"Hey, love, what's wrong?" James asks, holding your cheeks in his hands and gently forcing you to look at him.

You shake your head and push him away, "James, no, you know I don't like it when you do that."

"Sorry," He whispers, his cheeks pink. You feel guilty.

"It's ok, Jamie. It's just," You rub your eyes and run a hand in your hair, probably messing it up, "I- I don't think I want to continue this. Us." You pause, "Not like this." You add in a whisper.

"What? Why?" James sounds confused and a little hurt, "Is it me? Have I not been good enough? I- I can learn, love." He stutters and you can't help but wonder why he's insisting so badly.

"No, you've been more than wonderful, James." You admit and then fiddle with your hands, "It's me,"

"Y/n, you're bloody fantastic." James interrupts, voice croaky.

You lower your eyes and smile softly, "No, it's because I think I've been falling in love with you." You say quietly and shut your eyes. You feel sick to your stomach.

James is not talking, he's not even moving anymore. You feel like you could vomit.

"You've been falling in love with me?" James asks.

Hearing those words, you quickly cover your face with your hands, "I- I'm sorry."

James takes your hands and gently moves them away from your face, "You're sorry?" You nod quickly and your heart pounds. Hope is a dangerous game, but James is smiling so maybe hope is worth the risk.

"Please don't be sorry, my love." James brings your palms to his lips and kisses your hand. His lips are light and shivers run up your arms, "I'm sorry. I have been such a fool." He leans his forehead on yours and suddenly, you feel lightheaded in a completely different way.

"James," You start but he interrupts you with a finger pressed to your lips.

"I didn't think you felt the same way as me," He chuckles, "I mean? Why would someone like you: someone so kind and honest, actually want more with someone like me? So, I was happy with our agreement because I still wanted to have you in any way I could. But, you love me? You really love me?" You nod and James's smile widens until it almost looks like it hurts him, "I've loved you since forever, Y/n/n, you can't even begin to imagine how happy you've made me."

"Really?" You ask.

James rolls his eyes and leans in to kiss you gently. He pulls away and smiles that grin you love so much, "I knew I wasn't as obvious as Remus and Sirius said I was." James teases and your eyes round as you lean away from him a little,

"Remus and Sirius know?"

James touches your cheek and looks at you fondly, "Yeah, about how madly in love with you I am, not our extracurricular activities." He jokes with a wink, "I think if I'd been honest to them about that, they would have warned me how dangerous it'll end up being for me, and in the end they would have been right."

You still feel like you're in a dream when you take his hand in yours and play with his fingers, "How's that, Jamie?" You whisper, simply enjoying the new found warmth in your stomach.

"Because it was absolutely torture to have you so close, and yet, so far away from me all the time." James says and you feel validated in your own feelings.

You nuzzles your head in his chest and wrap your arms around him,

"Well, you have me now." You reassure him. He sighs and holds the back of your head and for the first time, you have everything you want here in your arms. You smile against his chest, "Does this mean I can call you my boyfriend now when someone asks."

James huffs and kisses your head, "You better, love."

"And, am I your girl now?" You ask, more timidly now as you sit up and look him in the eyes. James’s hand runs along the grass as he smirks. You see him pluck a daisy from the ground and, as he places it behind your left ear, you feel your cheeks start to burn.

"You've always been my girl." He whispers and leans in to kiss you once more. You think he mumbles, "mine" against your lips again, but at that point you're too busy being lost in the moment.

And, frankly, you don't want to be found.

[fourmoony]

hi! i just thought of this and i think it's sooooo cute. so imagine james and reader get married, the ceremony ends, everyone goes home and reader and james go home as well and they just order take out and eat in their wedding clothes with bunch of fluffy dialogue!! thanks!!

this is such a cute idea! thanks for requesting <3

james x f!reader | 1k words | masterlist

James is pressing buttons on the television remote, mumbling angrily to himself when it won't switch to the channel he wants. You smile over at him, heaving a breath, collecting the white tulle beneath you so you don't step on it.

"Gimme," You make grabby hands, ring glinting against the lamp light in the corner of the room. "You're too heavy handed with it."

James rolls his eyes playfully, but hands the remote over with a look so lovey and dopey, so sticky sweet that it halts the breath in your lungs for a moment. Never in your life did you think you'd end up being the girl lucky enough to marry such a handsome man, with a heart so big it consumes his entire being, who is so passionate and caring and hysterically funny. But here you are, ten minutes home from your beautiful reception at Potter Manor, married to your amazing, lovely, handsome husband, and your heart feels so full it could burst.

James is still dressed in his suit, buttonhole flower bent at the head and his hair messier than usual. His shirt is rumpled and his tie is half loosened, his glasses askew, but he has never looked more handsome. He lifts his left hand, runs it through his hair and the gold of his wedding band catches your eye. You smile, a secret little smile just for yourself, and change the channel. James switches to rummaging through the paper bag on the coffee table, pulling out boxes and bags of food.

"Did you order chips and cheese?" James asks, frowning into the tub in his hands.

"No." You hum, sitting in your previous place on the floor.

Your dress puffs out around you, a sea of white and tulle and James smiles over at you. It's a knowing smile, a smile that you've shared multiple of all day. The 'I'm so happy, I love you so much, this is the best day ever' kind of smile. James slides down from the couch to sit beside you, setting the mystery container of chips and cheese onto the coffee table.

"Well, they sent us some." He shrugs.

"Nice."

It's domestic and it's nice. It's better than the 'thank you for coming' and the 'oh, I'm over the moon, it turned out beautiful' conversations you've been having all day. It's chill and comfortable and it's just you and James in your tiny little cottage after a busy day filled with love and laughter and energy.

"Here." James passes you your container, a donner kebab.

You smile, "Thanks. Don't get me wrong, I loved the menu we picked. Seriously, best Balmoral chicken I've ever had. But I have been craving this all bloody day."

James nods in agreement, mouth too full of chicken pakora to say anything. He's leaning over his container to avoid spilling on his suit, but you don't have the same thought, biting into your kebab and gasping when the sauce spills out and onto the white fabric of your dress.

There's a moment of stunned silence between you and James where the TV show you both love drones on in the background and you just stare at each other. You assume James is waiting for you to have some sort of meltdown. Instead, you purse your lips, eyes alight with amusement and James cracks first.

You're both laughing so loud it overshadows the sound of the television, collapsing in on each other until you can't breathe.

"Oh, baby," James sighs, "Your dress."

He has the decency to sound deflated for you but you shake your head, smiling like the cat who got the cream. "It's okay, handsome. I already had the perfect day in my perfect dress."

"It was a pretty good day, huh?" James asks, returning to eating straight after.

You follow suit, leant over your container this time, "Yeah, it was. You know what beats it, though?"

James hums in acknowledgement.

"This. Right here."

James looks at you like you've lost your mind and you laugh.

"Today was perfect. I love you so much, and I couldn't wait to be your wife. I love our friends and our families, I loved celebrating with them. But my favourite moments always end with us back here. Me and you, sharing a kebab, watching shitty TV, and laughing until we can't breathe. That's what I couldn't wait to spend the rest of our lives doing." You tell him, eyes shining with emotion.

James sets his box on the coffee table, reaches out for you and you go because there will never be a time when James Potter calls and you, his wife, don't go.

"You looked beautiful today, you know?"

"I did?" You muse, settling into his lap, his arms warm and strong around you.

James presses his lips to your shoulder when he nods, sure and firm, "Yeah. But you look etheral right now."

"Covered in kebab sauce?" You ask.

James laugh, low and sweet and your stomach flutters, "Oh yeah."

"Hm," You hum, "You look pretty handsome."

"That's 'cause you're on my lap."

His eyes are big and brown and full of love and all you can think to do is kiss him. It's sweet and soft and it's all of your love for each other wrapped into one. He squeezes your waist, pulls you further into him and it all just feels perfect. You're so full of love you could burst.

"I love you, Mrs. Potter." He tells you, eyes so open and honest and it brings tears to your eyes.

"I love you, too, Mr. Potter."

It's sickeningly sweet and cringey and you wouldn't have it any other way. The guests have all gone, the wedding is over, you're home, with James, your husband, and you're married and you're happy and content and in love.

"Eat up before it gets cold." You urge James, handing him his pakora before reaching for your kebab.

You stay there, in his lap, curled in on each other, for hours. You'd stay there forever. And now, you can.

[quindolyn]

hello bug! you put your requests off but I’m going to forget if I don’t send it in now (sorry). feel free to ignore until you’re ready love!

james potter stuck in subspace (mommy kink!)

Strawberry Lips || James Potter

Word Count: 2594

A/N: Okay so I’m an idiot, half way through I realized I both had the reader fucking him and a butt plug in and I had to go back and rework it. I procrastinated on his all day so it’s currently 11:!5 and I have to be up at 6 tomorrow and I require 8 hours of sleep to function like a real human being. There’s probably a million little mistakes but I’m too impatient to wait until morning to reread, please tell me if you notice anything super fucked up

Warnings: mommy kink, sub!James, male penetration, my first time writing subspace and all the subspace blurbs I’ve read before have been from the perspective of the submissive so please don’t judge me too harshly on this, slut is used like once, aftercare

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“You can take it, pretty boy,” You murmured, gazing down at him adoringly, flicking your thumb over the weeping head of his overused cock as you pumped your hand up and down his shaft. 

You could tell that he was completely submissive to you, from the glazed look in his eyes to the muffled whimpers and gasps that carelessly slipped from his mouth and the way his hips had stopped trying to squirm away from the combined stimulation of your hand on his member, the heavy glass of your strap on pistoning in and out of him. He was a drooling mess for you as you reached with the hand not on his cock to slap his ass, his body jolting at the unexpected, though not unwelcomed contact.

It was like there was fire flowing through your veins, with the alertness one feels after downing a few shots of espresso but minus the jitters that often accompanied it you were completely tuned in to the man before you. 

Splayed out on his back you observed with a careful eye the way his thighs clenched in his efforts not to cum until he was given your permission. You studied the furrow of his brow and the drops of glistening sweat rolling down his face, examining every aspect of his appearance to make sure that he was okay. 

When James slipped into subspace he slipped hard and more often than not couldn’t even remember his own name, never mind the safe word the two of you had previously established. No, it was up to you to make sure that he was alright, and the very prospect that this man, this beautiful, beautiful man, trusted you enough to allow you to take care of him in such a way was thrilling.

“Taking Mommy’s cock so well baby, is it nice and deep inside of you, making you feel nice and full?” You smiled as you let go of his cock, watching it as it bounced along with the rest of his body, in time with your rough, fast paced strokes. 

“Uh huh,” He gasped, squeezing his eyes shut as he offered the pathetic nod of his head, “Feels so good Mommy, want more, want your cock.”

“You’ve already got it, baby, it’s all yours. Or do you want more?” You questioned, slapping his erect, sensitive prick without ever ceasing your thrusts in and out of him, keeping your speed consistent while watching his body jump at the sudden contact. 

“Mommy,” He whimpered, his cock throbbing as you traced just the tips of your fingers up and down his shaft.

“Come on baby,” You cooed, trailing your fingertips down his shaft to his balls, taking them in the palm of your hands before griping them tightly, smirking as his face scrunched in pleasure, “How do we ask for more of Mommy’s cock?”

“Please!” He begged unabashedly, “Please Mommy, please!”

“Aw baby,” You lilted, dragging your open palm down the expanse of his muscled chest, moving up and down before finding your way to his nipple which you pinched harshly.

“Owie, Mommy,” James whined trying to squirm away from your touch.

“Gonna cum one more time for Mommy baby,” You decided after dragging your eyes over James’ quivering form to assess him, “One more, can you cum one more time for me, pretty boy?”

You spat onto your hand, returning it to his throbbing length, your ministrations on his member were faster than last time, wanting to get him right to the precipice of cumming and making him beg for it. 

Sure he’d already cum four times but Jamesie was your good boy, he could take another. With the resumed stimulation of your hand, all James could manage from his lips, bitten a bright rosy red, was a desperate whine accompanied by what was supposed to be a nod was more of a jerk of his head, too fuzzy from the pleasure coursing from his veins to properly control his body. 

“Good boy,” You praised, “Just one more,” You leaned back to watch your strap on slide in and out of his tight hole, thanks to a spell you and he had spent months perfecting it was like the cock strapped to you was an actual appendage of your body and you could feel every time James clenched around the glass. It was heavenly, being buried so deep in him and you couldn’t get enough of it. 

Balancing yourself by gripping onto his hips you sped up your movements, lifting his bum slightly to push deeper inside of him with every stroke.

Only a fool wouldn’t be able to tell the signs that your ministrations were bringing James dangerously close to climax as he incoherently blabbered on and on, “S’too much Mommy, need more, need more of your cock.”

“Aw has Mommy fucked you dumb baby? Don’t even know what you want, you want Mommy to stop?” You mocked, smirking wickedly when his eyes flew open.

“No no no no no, please don’t be stop Mommy, don’t want you to stop, please don’t stop, need your cock,” He pleaded shaking his head in efforts to convince you.

“You’re pathetic Jamie, such a slut for my cock,” He released a high pitched whine at your teasing which just spurred you on even more.

Living up to the title of slut you’d bestowed upon him he squeezed around your strap on at the degrading name, as much as he loved praise, degradation turned him on more than he’d like to admit, “Please let me cum Mommy, pretty please, I’ve been a good boy, I wanna be your good boy, please let me cum.”

Satisfied with his begging you gave a curt nod of your head, too so focused on the pleasure that zipped up your spine warming your body as you continued both thrusting in and out and sliding your hand along James’ shaft.

“Make a mess on Mommy’s hand baby boy, be a good boy for me and cum,” Your verbal permission was all he needed, cumming almost instantaneously, covering your hand in his warm, milky white release. The feeling of his cum on your skin sent shivers up your spine and the sight of him erupting on your hand drove you over the edge too, stabilizing yourself on his thighs you felt pleasure overwhelm you.

“Fuck Jamie,” You swore under your breath as you let your head fall forward, it becoming too heavy for you to support as you felt yourself clench around nothing. You were brought back to reality from the bliss of your orgasm by the pathetic little whines that left James as his cock twitched against his stomach, he was still cumming.

“Poor baby, made you cum five times and you’ve still got cum in you” You crooned, slipping your strap on from his hole you heard him whimper, comforting him by placing a steady hand on his thigh, dragging your thumb over his skin in small circles. You knelt before him, lifting up his balls to place a gentle kiss on the sensitive skin. 

James’ ragged breathing sounded through the room as he recovered from his orgasm and slowly regained the ability to speak, “W-was I your good boy Mommy?” He managed to stutter out, his eyes flickering open as he spoke. He sounded far off and dreamy like he was high off his orgasms.

“You’re always my good boy baby, you did so well for me like you do every time,” You extolled, sliding one hand up the crimson, silk sheets to find his hand which still had the bedding scrunched up in his fist. Once you’d slowly eased his hand slack you intertwined your fingers with his, keeping that contact as you stood up to peer down at him.

You studied him with a critical eye, examining every inch of him, taking note of the cum beginning to dry on his stomach and cock, the teeth marks from where he’d bitten his plump lips which looked bloody from where you stood, and the sweat covering his entire body from hours of going at it.

“Really?” He asked you, his tone genuine as he looked up at you with wide eyes.

You smiled at him before leaning down over his ruined form, melding your lips with his in a quick kiss, allowing your tongue to trace his bloody lips, “Always baby.”

He winced as you shifted above him and looking down you realized your strap-on was brushing against his ruined cock.

“M’sorry baby, let me take this off yeah?” You started to push yourself off of him but he soon latched onto your wrist, pulling you down on top of him.

“No Mommy, don’t go, want you please,” He murmured against the soft skin of your shoulder.

You allowed your head to fall against your shoulder but you were careful to keep your hips up as to not hurt Jamie but you’d gone just as long as James had and the position was soon becoming too strenuous for your overworked body.

“Gimme a second baby, m’not going anywhere just have to get comfortable too,” You explained, and though he didn’t respond James seemed to understand as he allowed you to stand up and remove the harness from your body, abandoning it on the dresser, making a note to clean it up in the morning. 

Glimpsing at James you noticed that his eyes were closed and you took the opportunity to sneak away to the bathroom where you wet a washcloth to clean up James. But as you ran the soft fabric under the warm water coming from the faucet you failed to notice him slip into the bathroom behind you.

In fact, you weren’t even aware of the dark haired man’s presence until his strong arms scooped you off of the floor, his grip on you was surprisingly sturdy given his foggy headspace and that every time he moved he winced as his cock rubbed against his muscled thigh.

“You said you weren’t gonna leave me, Mommy,” He whined into your ear as he carried you back to the bed, you shifted in his hold so that you could run the damp washcloth along his toned shoulders, he visibly unwound under your touch. 

“I know baby,” You murmured not wanting to speak too loudly, “But I need to clean you up and I thought you wouldn’t notice.”

His response was unintelligible as he dropped you down on the bed with a little less care he would if he wasn’t so out of it.

“Thought I fucked you dumb baby,” You teased, pulling him to sit down next to you before gently pushing on his shoulders so that he was propped up against the fluffy pillows arranged on the bed.

“That’s not nice Mommy, m’not dumb,” He grumbled, making grabby hands for you to move closer to him to which you obliged, settling in between his legs with yours thrown over his hips, keeping enough distance between the two of you so that you didn’t agitate his used member. 

“Aw baby Mommy didn’t mean to upset you,” You grinned at his vulnerable state, pressing a delicate kiss to his nose to distract him as you gently brushed the damp cloth against his member.

Despite your most valiant efforts he still jumped, mewling at the stimulation while trying to squirm away from your touch.

“I know it hurts baby,” You ran a hand up and down his flexed thigh, “Gotta clean you up though.”

“Want your lips, Mommy,” He sniffled, puckering his lips and closing his eyes.

You leaned forward to meet his soft cushions to distract him as you finished cleaning up his prick. You kept the kiss soft as to not push him even further under or to agitate the wounds on the red pillows.

Pulling away you plucked a tube of lip balm from the bedside table, leaning over James’ face to reach it. Seeing an opportunity and taking it James latched his lips onto your nipple, sucking lazily but just hard enough to not let you pull away. When you tried despite his hold on you he threw a strong arm around your waist pulling you flush against him, not reacting when your knee bumped his dick.

“You gotta let go of Mommy’s titty baby, she’s gotta help you, darling.”

His response was muffled by your tit stuffed into his mouth so you pulled back so that you could hear him, “Say that again baby?”

“Want your titty Mommy, wanna make you feel good,” He begged, replacing his mouth with his hand, palming the flesh of your breast.

“You have James, you’ve made me feel so good. But s’not my name anymore baby, not Mommy anymore, it’s (Y/N), yeah?”

Your words seemed to go in one ear and out the other as he just continued groping at your tit, watching it like it held all the answers in the universe. Easing his fingers from your body you sat back in your original position tapping James’ lips to signal to him to pucker them again for you. 

“Good boy,” You praised as you ran the lip balm over his lips, smearing the strawberry flavored balm over the cracks. 

As you pulled back to recap the tube of lip balm James stuck his tongue out, sliding it over the balm before tucking it back into his mouth, humming approvingly, “I taste like strawberries,” He smiled goofily.

“Yes you do baby but you’re supposed to keep it on your lips so that it’ll help you, pretty boy,” You shook your head as you reapplied the balm to his lips.

“You gotta taste (Y/N/N),” He said eagerly, the fog starting to clear, puckering his lips once again, “Tastes so good!”

“Okay Jamesie,” You giggled, meeting his lips with yours, tasting the strawberry lip balm he seemed so fond of in his fragile state.

“What do you think (Y/N/N)?” He asked you as you used your finger this time to reapply the shimmery balm. 

“You’re right baby, tastes very good,” You agreed to appease the boy in front of you.

You began to lift yourself from the mattress but you were tugged back down and into his chest. “No leaving, not again,” His discontent was evident in his voice as he nestled into your hair, inhaling to take in your scent.

“Gotta get us clothes,” You tried to explain, drawing shapes on his pec with your finger.

“Don’t need clothes,” He mumbled, “Wanna feel your skin anyway.”

You pulled your head away to look at his face, though he was talking his eyes were closed, he was beautiful with his hair a messy dark halo around his face and his pretty glossy lips, his lips parted as his breathing began to slow.

“You’ve come back to me baby?” You needed to make sure before you let him fall asleep.

“Uh huh,” You felt his chin bump against your head as he nodded his head, “M’back (Y/N).”

“Okay love,” Unable to stop yourself as you gazed up at his plump lips you ran the pad of your thumb along his bottom one before popping it into your mouth to suck on it, “Strawberries,” You murmured.

“Strawberries,” He agreed, wrapping his arms around you to pull your body as close to his as possible.

“You’re right love, tastes really good,” You snuggled closer to him, gripping one of his well defined biceps as you too felt sleep begin to overwhelm you.

“Told you.”

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[daydreams-magic01]

Fake love to real love: Part One

(James Fleamont Potter x gender neutral reader)

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Requested by: Anon

Fandom: Harry Potter (Marauders Era)

Request: ‘ Hii! Could you do a James Potter fic where James fake dates reader to make Lily jealous, but then actually falls for the reader?? Just gimme all the fluff pleaseeee.’

I love James so much, and this request is everything. Is it okay if I split it into three or four parts? Like them slowly falling in love and then confessing? This part is him asking them.

Warnings: Swearing and some innuendos, but mostly fluff.

Words: 1.8K

Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction, all other characters but (Y/n) belong to JK Rowling. The scenarios, the reader, and the dialogue are all mine.

This should only be found on my blog.

Author is always me on this blog: @daydreams-magic01​ .

A/N: Please do not copy or plagiarise this, or put it in your own book, etc. It should only be found here. Also, please mention if I should make a taglist and if you wanted to be added. I also tried by best at being British.

Thank you.

:)

“(L/Nnnnnn),” a familiar voice rings out.

(Y/n) loudly groans, clutching the book that they just grabbed to their chest, slamming their forehead against the shelves. 

“Ow, baby, that must have hurt,” the Gryffindor rings out, leaning next to them. “Do you want me to kiss it better?”

With great struggle, they hold back a gag. Sighing, they barely glance at him before turning around and heading back to the table.

Some people think that Lily hates Potter the most, which is incredibly wrong because they have never met (Y/n) (L/n). They call it taste. They don’t know why, well apart from the several reasons like him being a Tosser, but he does give them a feeling in their stomach.

A feeling, that clouds over the butterflies.

James Potter can’t stop himself from taking them in; there is no denying that they are attractive, the school uniform shaping their figure perfectly. Oh, and kind e/c eyes. If he wasn’t mad for his Lily-flower, he would. 

Shaking his head, he stands tall and follows after them. 

Their table is a quiet one found in the corner of The Library, hidden away by tight aisles beside the Forbidden Section. They enjoy their silence and the secluded table with only a few dozen names carved into the table, mostly around the sides. They hope that one day, they can carve their name in too. Feeling goosebumps, they begin to walk faster. Maybe, sitting down with signal enough that he can fuck off.

It does not.

“Bugger off!” They clench their teeth and with a quill in hand, they open the book with their other.

“Look - I could have helped you get that book down - I need a favour,” James Potter does not ask for things, but in this case, he needs help from the fiery woman.

“Why?” Now, (Y/n) is a nice person who does not hold back from helping those who need or deserve it, even bloody Potter. For the first time in their somewhat conversation, more like stalking, they make eye contact with the boy. 

Bloody hell, his hazel eyes are striking.

Their shoulders tense as they get a feeling in their stomach.

They must be coming down with something.

“Awwww. Who knew I can get such a reaction out of you,” the boy smirks, leaning on his arm, “do I make you feel -”

“How can I help?” they ask sarcastically.

“You know my Lily-pad?”

“Ugh!” They groan, rolling their eyes as they throw their head back. ‘Lily this’, ‘Lily that’, well why doesn’t he ‘Lily - shut the fuck up.’ 

That makes no sense.

“Hey!” He shoots up, hardening his usual calm gaze into a glare. “Don’t talk about her like that.”

“I’m not talking about her like anything, I am talking about you,” they exaggerate the last part, bit by bit, hardening their gaze into a glare. “At least she’s my friend.”

“Shut up. At least I'm not short.”

(Y/n) needs peace, something which Potter deflects. So, they happily begin to pack up their belongings into their bag.

“What are you doing?”

“At least I’m not a beanstalk,” they joke, “what will Lily have to do to kiss you? Climb you like a tree?” Smiling softly, although still angry, they throw their bag over their shoulder and clutch the book to their chest. “Now, please fuck off from my chillout spot.”

With that, they walk away to Madam Pince’s desks, Potter watching them as they leave.

“That’s what I want!”

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Potter wasted no time in approaching (Y/n) once again.

The next day, as they were waiting by their friends for the next carriage, he waltzed over there, leaving behind other Marauders for the time being.

“Hello, (L/n).” 

They attempt to hold back a groan as they spin on their heels. Maybe their woolly hat can disguise their face and, they can pretend that he has approached the wrong person. Crossing their arms, they raise a brow.

“Why are you harassing me?” 

Potter frowns, shoving his hands in his jeans. “I am not harassing you.”

“Is this how Lily feels like each and every day?” Their smirk widens and their friends laugh softly behind them.

“Oh shove -,” biting his lip, he deeply inhales, “please, can we talk in private.”

“’ Course we can.” 

Potter loosely wraps his hand around the bare skin of their wrist, giving them the feeling in their stomach again. Their cheeks unintentionally flush whereas he doesn’t feel anything out of the normal. Tripping over their own feet, they laugh nervously as they stop at a corner in the courtyard. “So, how can I help?” They laugh nervously again, pulling their arm away, which makes their heart sinks slightly. Potter seems to notice their bizarre behaviour, and he raises a brow and asks.

“I’m just scared of what you might say,” smiling, they cross their arms again, hoping that this can hide them away, preferably forever. They really must be coming down with something; so, like a normal person, they ask him to check their temperature, and when the back of his cold hand touches their forehead gently, their heart leaps. They have no temperature which can only mean a heart problem as their heart then sinks as he removes his hand.

“I was just wondering if you wanted to go out with me?” He smirks knowingly, leaning his hand against the wall as he looks down at them.

“No.” They gasp and slam their hand over their mouth as they realise what they just said, “I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to sound so rude.”

Potter looks starched, mouth gaping wide open, and his glasses fallen slightly askew. He has never asked out another girl but Lily, as he is a one-woman kind of guy, and she has always rejected him. Girls, of course, have always whispered whenever he is near and giggled to each other but maybe the reason why Lily always says no is actually because of him, not Snivellus!

Nah.

(L/n) is stubborn and everyone knows that.

Standing tall, he straightens the collar of his woollen coat before fumbling his hands into his pockets. He flashes a smile reassuringly. 

“Not genuinely.” Saying that out loud, he realises now that it does not sound that nice.

“Excuse me? Have some respect, just because I have never dated anyone, and don’t want to, doesn’t mean that I am not worthy of a relationship! You complete and utter arsehole.”

Flashing him the reversed peace sign, they begin to walk away.

“Wait!”

Flashing him the bird from behind, they continues onwards.

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

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“Guess who is now your charms partner for the rest of the year?”

Almost two weeks after the incident, (Y/n) finds themself attempting not to groan again. They would usually provide a sarcastic response, but they are that fed up with him.

“I switched with my Lily-flower for you.”

“Stop ignoring me.”

“It’s rude.”

Sighing, they turn to him, raising a brow. “Aren’t you worried Lily is going to fancy Sirius instead?”

Potter scoffs, rolling his eyes, “no. Are you?” 

He gasps. “Do you like Padfoot?”

Rolling their eyes again, they shake their head. “No. I don’t fancy anyone.”

“Perfect. Will you go on a date with me?” 

Rolling their neck, they bite their lip again. Potter is making it harder and harder for (Y/n) to stand him at all.

“No, and I also deserve to be more than a rebound, oh, and Lily is my friend. My best friend.” They begin to scrawl down what is on the board, trying to focus on Professor Flitwick’s words. Unlike stupid Potter and his gang of marauders, although they are smart, they need to pay attention to the lesson and what is going on. “I don’t fancy you either, no offence.”

There is no denying that he is attractive, but he, unfortunately, lacks the ability to not hex anyone who radiates the possibility of being a death eater or is even curious of the dark arts and being interested isn’t the same as doing something. Now (y/n) thinks blood supremacy is daft and death eaters are stupid inbred fools but Potter loves duelling.

“Well, I don’t fancy you.”

“Ouch.”

Potter does not handle rejection well, but he keeps telling himself that he doesn’t fancy them a tiny bit anyway.

“I need you to fake date me so that I can get my Lily-flower to confess her undying love for me.” He wistfully sighs, staring up to the ceiling. After a second, he looks back down at them, twirling the quill between his fingers.”

No, she doesn’t like you mate.” They are right, which makes Potter’s smile instantly fall.

“She does, she doesn’t realise it yet.”

“I think she knows her own feelings.”

“Yes – but – well, I –.”

“Cat got your tongue. Finally!” They smirk, letting out a long-awaited exaggerated sigh.

“(Title) (L/n)?” Professor Flitwick asks as everyone in the class turns to face the two of them, causing (Y/n’s) cheeks to flush.

“Sorry.”

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There is an unpleasant storm in their gut as they watch James Potter wistfully lean against the bookshelves in the library, book clutched against his chest, watching the girl opposite them.

Their best friend Lily Evans.

Loosening their tie, they huff. 

They aren’t sat in (Y/n’s) secret secluded box but instead by a small group of tables behind some bookshelves and by the window. The two chairs at this table mean that Potter can’t join them, which is a huge relief for both of them. Lily is relieved because she is fed up with him and (Y/n) because they are upset.

(Y/n) has caught many of the students looking at them and flirting with them, but they’ve never dated anyone and, what Potter said has made them rather self-conscious.

Will anyone ever want to date them?

They can't deny that their eyes well a bit, but they blink it back, simply like they do with everything.

Throwing their quill down, they push their chair back. 

Lily looks up in alarm whilst Potter is still in a daze, not noticing at all.

Storming over to Potter, they stop in front of him, finally getting his attention as they barely have an inch between them.

“At least pretend you fancy me,” they whisper harshly, fed-up, before saying the next bit loud enough for Lily to hear, “yes, I will go on a date with you.”

They weren’t doing this to get to Lily, or because they are ashamed.

They know that there is someone for them, but in the end, Potter needs their help, and this could make Lily happy.

All anger and hurt vanish as his shoulders sag, and he smiles, a smile they recognise.

“Huh. I’ve only seen you smile like that around your mates.”

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[idk-maybe-i-did-it]

Scars: Year four, Chapter two

Remus Lupin x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, Implied abuse, bruising, implied/mentioned sexual assault/abuse,

Y/n's P.o.V.

It's about time to go to bed so we had to get changed. I'm honestly just going to sleep in what I have on because mother never gets me new clothes. I left the bedroom while the boys changed. " Okay Y/n, you can either get changed in the bathroom or we can leave while you change."

I shook my head and sat on one of the bean-bag chairs. Remus looked at me skeptically and James, Sirius and Peter cocked their heads to the side. " Aren't you gonna change?" I shook my head with a grimace. " Money's kinda short in my family so I only have a few things to wear. Not including nightwear."

Sirius and James looked at me weird.

"But, Y/n, your family is one of the richest pureblood families in London. Why wouldn't you have the mon- Oh, yeah." I gave him one of those looks and in one of the most sugary sweet voices I could manage, I said, " now he remembers." He had an 'I'm stupid' look on his face.

"Yeahhhh, sorry N/n. I just forgot for a minute there. You can wear one of Remus shirts or something though. I'm sure my mum wouldn't mind getting you new clothes either." I shook my head almost immediately and James shook his too. I sighed after James won our silent argument.

Remus went over to his trunk and pulled out a short sleeved shirt before handing it to me. I went to the bathroom and pulled off my shirt. I smiled once I put it on. I personally like shirts that fit a bit looser so wearing his shirt felt nice. And it was really soft.

I'm only an inch or two shorter than him so the shirt came down to a little above half my thigh.

Remus looked at me and James ruffled his hair before Remus got mad and attempted to fix his hair back. Sirius looked at me and I looked into his eyes. His walls came down and I could see it in his eyes.

Sirius Orion Black is abused.

He nodded his head in a way only I could see.

After staying awake and watching Sirius and James play chess and exploding snap Remus and I decided to just read. About halfway through my book I felt someone plop down beside me on one of the squishy pallets. I put the book down and looked at Sirius. He stretched his arms behind him before flopping down backwards. It's too quiet.

I looked around the room to see just Sirius and I. Soon I moved my gaze to him quizzically. As if reading my mind he said, " The others went down to get snacks and stuff. We tried asking you wether you wanted something but you looked like you were too absorbed in the book so I volunteered to stay back with you. Told the others I'd stay so you wouldn't freak out once you stopped reading. But, I have other intentions. Gimme your arm."

His face was firm and set, his hand extended as if waiting for me to give him my arm. I gave him a look of which I wouldn't've used around Mrs. Potter. His face became slightly more forceful before pulling my body to where we were sitting parallel to each other. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked me in the eye.

" Y/n, the whole, 'iron deficiency' thing isn't going to fool everyone. Now hand me your arm." 

I stared at him in shock before he pulled my arm. " Most people would easily be fooled by the iron deficiency slip up thing but from the eyes of someone who's abused, it's much harder to fool. I bet you have a bazillion more bruises and crap than these. Not going to push you to say anything though. I'm just going to say I'm here if you need to talk about anything like this. I'll understand and won't judge, okay? So don't hesitate if you need to talk about things dealing with this. And I know you're probably not allowed to tell anyone about this but, technically I figured it out. I want to tell the boys but if you don't want me to then I won't. Okay?" He released my arm and looked up at me. I managed to nod my head before he sighed and stood up. I took the hand he had extended and pulled myself up with it. A single tear rolled down my face and Sirius pulled me into a hug. We simply sat together by the bean bags until the boys came back with snacks. Eventually we had to go to bed. I was on the one farthest left and Remus was closest to me.

But I couldn’t sleep, At least not with memories flashing through my brain.

Horrible ones.

Mother had just gotten home from the local wizarding pub and brought one of her male friends back with her. Tonight was not going to be fun. She took one look at me and scoffed before leading the male to the living room where they started talked which developed to eating each other's faces off.

While internally gagging, I started on food. Hoping to goodness I didn't burn anything. Once finished I made their plates and placed them on the table before I heard moaning. Great, they're having sex on the couch. I went over and, without looking, told them dinner was ready.

I stealthily grabbed a blanket and, after they put clothing back on, placed the blanket on top of where they had done the dirty. Gross. Mother came and ate before beating me bloody while the guy was in the shower; leaving me to clean the mess she made up. Slowly, I pulled myself up and crawled my way over to the counter before standing up and propping my arm against the counter and wiping the bloody mess up.

I fell down to the floor and started crawling to the stairs before I felt a pair of strong arms lift my body up. Someone brought me upstairs and to my bedroom before laying me down and leaving. The stranger got a rag and wiped off the blood before putting a potion of some sort down my throat and all the pain went away.

The stranger poured another one down my throat and if I hadn't been half conscious from blood loss I would've smacked him but, I could barely keep my two eyes open. Everything became a haze and I couldn't really tell what was happening.

The last thing I could remember were someone's cold hands roaming my naked body

Then,

everything went black.

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I had been washing the table before I felt a fair of arms yank me and push me against a wall, pinning my waist against the wall while slowly dragging a wand  over the flesh of my shoulder. He murmured a few words and instant pain spread all over my shoulder, I could feel the cold blood seeping down my arm. Quite suddenly, I was thrown down against the floor and someone muttered 'Mufliato' before pointing the wand at my and yelling, 'Crucio'.

I jerked awake with a start and came face to face with Remus who was leaning over me worryingly while dabbing my face with a moist rag. Before I could register what was happening I could feel Remus wiping unknown tears from my face. Gently, he helped me move from my pallet to against the wall. He put a hand to my forehead and felt it.

" You were burning up with a fever and murming for something along the lines of 'stop'. I thought it was a nightmare and put a rag against your head, trying to wake you."

He put the rag back against my head and pulled me into his chest; holding me comfortingly and protectively. He pulled my legs into his lap which in turn pulled me too. It was just my luck that Remus was the only one to wake up and it also made sense. I buried my face in his chest and could feel tears brimming my eyes, I struggled to hold them back.

Remus adjusted his hold on me and started rubbing my back while whispering encouraging things in my ear like, ' it'll be okay', ' you're safe now', 'it's okay to cry'. Eventually I gave in and started crying my heart out while burying my head in his chest. I'm starting to be glad that Remus was the one who woke up. He was the closest one to me, meaning if one of them was going to wake up from my silent sobs it would be Remus.

He put his chin on my head and continued to soothe me while I cried. It had been forever since I had cried. Eventually we fell asleep, curled in upon each other's grip.

James's P.o.V.

I woke up because of a sharp pain in my side. Then, I leaned over and put my glasses on.

Okay turns out it was just Sirius poking me with his wand. " What the hell Sirius!" I whisper-yelled. He shushed me and pointed to where Y/n and Remus were laying. They were in the corner on the ground laying together, his arms wrapped around her frame, her head on his chest, her leg over his and almost wrapped around his hip. But, they were laying on the floor together and it looked as if he were trying to comfort her or something.

They looked kind've cold. I turned my head to Sirius, " Should we put a blanket over them or give them a pillow or something Sirius?" He looked at me before going to grab a few pillows while I went and took a blanket out of the hallway cupboard. Sirius held them up while I slid the few pillows under their heads and we both grabbed the corners of the blanket before carefully pulling it overtop them.

We silently high-fived before looking at the clock. 8:30. Only about thirty-forty five minutes before mum would call us down for breakfast. Sirius and I started getting dressed before Peter awoke. After he got ready and saw Y/n and Remus we made sure the lights were off and they were asleep before heading down for breakfast.

Y/n looked like she could do with a good nights rest.

And it's starting to worry me.

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Hi, I love your work! Can you do a fic where everyone thinks James and Sirius are dating? They aren't, but they've got massive crushes on each other. Of course, they get together by the end. Please make it fluffy! Bonus points if the teachers think they're together, too!

Remus saw James and Sirius cuddling on the common room couch and rolled his eyes. Could it even be called cuddling if James was just laying on top of Sirius? That seemed to be crossing a line. It was one thing to do it in their beds-- aka worse-- but at least then the only other people that could see it were Remus and Peter which was better the entirety of the Gryffindor House. "Oh my god, get a room." 

"We have a room," James mumbled, not opening his eyes. 

"A private room," he corrected. "One where a whole bunch of impressionable children can't see you groping on the sofa." 

"We're not groping," Sirius denied, a tell-tale blush dusting his cheeks. Remus didn't even want to think about how much he blushed when they were actually fooling around instead of laying down being (arguably) innocent. 

"Yeah, if we were, we would actually have our own room." James paused, then added, "You know what, that's a good point, let's go up to the dorm. Your bed's more comfortable than this anyways." He wiggled around, putting his hand on the cushion and pushing himself up. He did a weird half-roll to get off the sofa without poking Sirius somewhere squishy and landed in a heap on the ground. It sounded painful, but he bounced up right after, so maybe it hadn't been that bad after all. 

"My bed? What about yours?" 

"Yours is comfier." 

"It is not," Sirius said, frowning as he followed James to the stairs up. 

"Great," Peter muttered as they disappeared, still bickering about who had the better bed, "now we have to wait until they're done shagging to go up there. What if I need something?" 

"Maybe you'll actually finish that essay for Flitwick." 

"I wouldn't count on it." 

Sirius wished he could turn his head just a little and press his lips to James's. It would be so easy. Barely a second, and... Sirius sighed, turning his face into the pillow. A stupid dream that's what it was. If something was going to happen between him and James, it would have happened by now. All the teasing in the world from Remus and Peter wasn't going to change that. 

*

McGonagall was too good to roll her eyes at them, but she was pretty sure they could sense it all the same-- they had that talent, but it's a pity that they didn't act on it and save her a bit of a headache. She understood; they're teenagers, they're in love, they'd rather be snogging than sit through her class on spells they already knew how to cast. 

It was still annoying. "Potter, Black," she snapped. 

They straightened, looking towards her with expressions affecting innocence automatically. "Yes Professor?" James asked. He'd always been better about talking them out of scrapes, in large part because none of the other professors were willing to let go of their bias to the Black Family. 

"Do your classwork, and then you can flirt to your heart's content. You don't want to fail your final year of Transfiguration because you were too lazy to pick up your wand." 

"Yes Professor," they both said. 

A minute later, the finished product sat on their desks and they were back to what they'd been doing before: looking at each other like the world began and ended with them. 

Internally, she gave a sigh. She had no idea how Euphemia could handle it, especially with them living under the same roof. For now, she was just going to be thankful that it wasn't her problem, and that in a few months, she would have zero responsibility for them. 

*

James knew that it was the exact opposite of Gryffindor courage to do what he'd been doing. But he'd thought about it, and it was nice to have everyone think he and Sirius were dating. Even nicer was the fact that Sirius didn't seem to mind. He didn't trick himself into thinking that that meant Sirius felt the same, but it was fun to pretend that when Sirius only rolled his eyes at Moony and Wormtail's exclamations of disgust of how schmoopsy they were, it was because Sirius thought they were overreacting instead of the truth that they weren't together at all so there was no snogging or shagging for their mates to be worried about. 

He didn't have anyone to talk to about it since his friends were Sirius, Remus, and Peter. Remus and Peter already thought they were together, and he definitely couldn't ask Sirius himself if he thought James had a chance with him. Well alright, he could but that would sort of defeat the purpose, wouldn't it. 

"We should do something stupid," Sirius declared, just him and James in the dormitory. They were sitting on the floor, newly finished homework in haphazard piles off to the side. 

When all the Marauders were around, it would be stupid; when it was just him and Sirius, it was going to be positively awful. "I'm in." 

"Great!" 

"Anything in mind?" James asked. 

"Gimme a minute." They sat in silence for a while, and James organised the piles so that they'd know whose homework was whose and they wouldn't have to mess with it later. 

All the warning James got when Sirius made up his mind was a quick glance, and then Sirius was on top of him, hands at his face and leaning in as he kissed him. "I- huh?" 

Sirius licked his lips as he leaned back slightly. That didn't change the fact that he was straddling James, and when did he put his hands on Sirius's hips? "We said we'd do something stupid. Right?" 

There was nothing more stupid than snogging his best mate that he was secretly in love with. It was probably too stupid even for him, but when would he ever get a chance like this again? Sirius wanted to try it, and he had that little glimmer in his eye that James could never resist. "Right." He tilted his head up a little so they'd be better aligned, and then they were kissing again. 

They didn't get very much time alone before the door opened and Peter exclaimed, "Oh gods, my eyes!" because he was an over dramatic bastard. 

"Get out!" Sirius yelled, grabbing the nearest textbook and throwing it at him. 

Peter made a little 'eep' and ducked out of the way even though it wasn't necessary and the book hit the wall next to where he'd been standing with a loud thump. "Fine, I'm going! But FYI, other people have to live in this room too, you know." 

The door closed again, and Sirius glared at it with more vitriol than James thought was strictly necessary. "You okay?" 

"Fine," he muttered. 

"Yeah, you seem fine." 

Sirius huffed, his anger turning to annoyance easily and making like he was going to climb off of James which was just unacceptable. James tightened his grip on Sirius's waist and frowned. 

"Where are you going?" 

"Well I was trying to put my homework away," he said, raising an eyebrow. 

"Does that- I mean, are we... done?" 

"Yeah mate," Sirius said, giving his chest a condescending pat. 

James let go of him and let him get to his feet to busy himself in putting his rolls of parchment in his bag for safekeeping. His immediate reaction was hurt, but Sirius was acting too blase about it. If this was them fooling around because they wanted to do something stupid, he would've laughed, given James another kiss or made a joke, and then climbed off him to go back to normal world. Acting like this meant... something. He didn't know what, but Sirius wasn't as cool with this as he was pretending. 

He leaned back so he was laying on the floor. He couldn't see Sirius anymore, but he heard him moving around. "Why did you suggest that?" 

"Why did you say yes?" Sirius shot back. 

Same answer. That was what people meant when they asked like that, right? "People always think we're together," he said. 

"I noticed." 

"You think they're onto something? Kissing you wasn't exactly gross." 

"'Not exactly gross'. Glowing review there, James." 

"You know what I mean. It was," he said, propping himself up on his elbows to look at Sirius, "it was good. And I like you better than everyone else anyways. We should try, shouldn't we?" 

Sirius was quiet for a moment, then he blew out a breath and sat down next to him. "And when it doesn't work?" 

"If I can't make it work with you, I can't make it work with anyone." Then what he said sunk in, and James elbowed him. "Why wouldn't it work? I'm a bloody catch, and your best mate, you should like me." 

"Course I like you." 

"I meant fancy." 

"I do that too." 

"Yeah?" 

Sirius started to blush, and in general he looked ridiculously embarrassed, but he still said, "Yeah." 

"Well that's, er, good, yeah? Cause me too." Oh gods James was such a moron. Every time he imagined confessing to Sirius, he was a lot smoother than this. 

"Yeah," Sirius said again. "Good." He leaned a little into James, and James leaned a little into him. They shouldn't be this shy considering they'd been snogging a minute ago, but it was better than what James had imagined they could have when he rolled out of bed this morning. 

James couldn't help but chuckle, running a hand through his hair. 

"What?" 

"It's nothing," he said, laughing a little more. 

"C'mon, what is it," Sirius said, turning his head to look at him. 

"It's just so stupid that we're acting like we don't know how to talk to each other." 

Sirius snorted, then started laughing too. They both relaxed as the mood lightened, and Sirius mumbled, "Sorry I was being an arse about it. Got nervous, y'know?" 

"Believe me, I know. Are we gonna have to apologise to Pete?" 

"Fuck no." 

"Are we gonna tell anyone that we haven't been together before now?" 

"Also no," Sirius said with an infectious grin. 

[weasleypogues]

Bertie Bott’s Beans (Soulmate AU)

request: GIMME JAMES POTTER SOULMATE AU

yay i love soulmate au’s okay

Imagine craving something that you don’t even like to eat. Suddenly you’re dying for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, even though you’re allergic to peanut butter. Or that you’ve never had chicken teriyaki but you want to eat it immediately. This is what it likes to have a soulmate-well not exactly. Everyone in the world is assigned a soulmate and the only way your connected to them is in the most cheesiest and dreadful way: you crave what they are currently eating. No matter what it is or how gross or delightful, you need to have it. 

It’s very hard to pinpoint who your soulmate may be. Besides the fact that it could literally be anyone, sitting at the Gryffindor table at Hogwarts where hundreds of students are eating the exact same thing, doesn't make it any easier to pick out people. 

“Ugh James don’t hog the potatoes, they look so good!” You exclaimed as you reached over the table where James practically took captive the mashed potatoes. You gladly scooped some on your plate and ate it, keeping up conversations with you best friends.

“Hey (Y/N), what day should we go for our HoneyDukes Tradition?” Marlene said.

“What’s that?” Sirius practically yelled over the table with his mouth full of food. You gave him a disgusted look and than chuckled.

“I feel like you guys ask us this every year. Ever since our first year, the day before all of us leave for the summer, we go to Honeydukes and stash up on candy and just reminisce on the school year.” You explained while cutting up your steak. 

“Can we join?” James asked hopefully as the three other boys looked at you hopefully.

“Yeah ha-ha, in your dreams Potter.” Lily responded while she rolled her eyes with a smirk on her face. 

“Yeah sure, why not.” You responded. You heard a shrill like “What?” coming from the redhead next to you. “Oh come on! They’re our best friends, we should include them.”

You leaned closer over to her and whispered only so she could hear, “Plus, maybe they’ll pay for our candy.” Lily straightened herself out and looked at the boys.

“Yeah sure, you guys can tag along.” The four 5th year boys cheered and continued on with their dinner. 

(two days later)

“You know, I never realize how much I hate packing until the end of the year when I just want to throw everything into my suitcase and be done.” Alice exclaimed, sending a light kick to her suitcase. 

“The quicker you get it done, the earlier we can go to HoneyDukes before we run into the whole school there and fight for Fizzing Whizzbees or who should get the last Chocolate Wand.” You said. You had finished packing about twenty minutes ago and was looking through photos that were taken throughout the school year. 

“You know what, I don’t even care- I’ll worry about this tomorrow.” Alice said, throwing her last few shirts and pants onto her bed and turned to her friends. 

“I’m telling you Remus, you shouldn’t eat that!” Lily exclaimed.

“Yeah yeah.” Remus waved her off and ate two Peppermint Toads. “I’ve never even heard of these anyway- what are they supposed to do?” 

“Hop around in your stomach.” James snickered as he pulled apart his Licorice Wand. Remus’ face dropped.

“You’re kidding.” He stated. “Oh my god I feel it. Is this what it’s like the feel a baby kicking?” 

“How would we know? We’re fifteen.” Marlene commented. Remus began to rub his stomach to put a stop to the ruckus. 

“Let’s do this!” Peter said as he pulled a box of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans and placed them in the center of the circle. Noises of disgust or excitement erupted from the group. “One of us asks a question to someone else and if they get it wrong, they have to eat a bean.” 

“Who’s up first?” Sirius announced. Nothing but the relaxing sound of waves coming from the lake behind them was all they heard. “Fine I will. Lily, what’s Remus’ middle name?”

“Easy. Jack.” Lily answered with confidence.

“Lily!” Remus exclaimed with his eyebrows furrowed. “It’s John.” Lily’s mouth dropped widely. Peter giggled and threw a jelly bean her way. 

“I can’t believe I have to eat this.” Lily muttered with a repulsed look on her face.

“I can’t believe you don’t know my middle name.” Remus said with a light chuckle. Lily popped the bean in her mouth and everyone awaited her reaction.

 “Cherry.” Lily announced with a small smile on her face while everyone groaned. “Okay next. James, what did McGonagall say to Peter on our first day of school in our first year?” 

Everyone erupted in laughter besides James. “What the bloody-hell? How am I supposed to know?” 

Peter threw him a jelly bean as James groaned and popped it in his mouth.

“Ugh, when is dinner? I could really go for some roast beef.” You said. James jaw dropped slightly. 

“What flavor is it James?” Sirius asked, practically jumping out of his seat because of his reaction. 

“Roast beef.” James answered, looking right at you. You suddenly felt your heart flutter in your chest and your cheeks felt hot.

“Holy shit.” Marlene and Lily muttered in unison. 

“So does that mean-?” Peter asked.

“Yeah... they’re soulmates.” Remus answered, flabbergasted. 

“Maybe this would be a good time to get back to the castle...?” Alice inquired. Everyone nodded and got up. You, although, felt a hand pull you back slightly and were met with non other than James Potter.

“Can I have a minute?” He asked hopefully. You nodded with a small smile and walked behind him towards the shore of the lake. “So I guess- well like- ugh how do I put this?”

To put a stop to his nonsense talk you kissed him and brought your hands up to his face, cupping his cheeks lightly. “That’s much better than what I was going to say.” He said, his cheeks turning red. 

You chuckled and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “It’s too bad that we found out about this today and we leave tomorrow. But we can definitely make sure we meet up this summer before school starts up again.” 

“Yeah, I’d like that a lot.” He responded, smiling. You both began walking towards the castle, seeing your friends a far distance up ahead. As you two walked, your hands brushed against each other every now and than until he intertwined your hands. Finally the searching was done. 

this wasn’t exactly how i imagined i would write this but I'm kinda proud of it and i hope it wasn't too much nonsense before i go to the point but i hope you like it!! xxxxxxx

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