#and like when it's night it's suddenly like I've drank 20 cups of coffee while simultaneously snorting cocaine so I have become god

[satosuguhastakenovermylife]

i think i've just become a permanently nocturnal creature atp

[vanillann]

rain and honey (james potter x reader)

a/n: i hope this lives up to the title!! i haven’t written of any hp characters in a minute and then i write this piece of pure fluff!!

warning: swearing and some much fluff you might choke

word count: 1.5k

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As soon as James Potter heard the light pitter-patter of rain on the window in his dorm, he was running around like a chicken when his head cut off. He knew Sirius hid it somewhere in the dorm, he wasn’t annoyed enough to hide it somewhere else.

“They’re going to find out,” Peter stepped from the bathroom, a towel in his hand as he rang his hair out and walked closer to his bed. James hurried into the bathroom, hoping Sirius didn’t hide it there.

“No, they aren’t, stay out of this!”

James swung open the cupboard in the bathroom, frowning when he didn’t spot it and all its glory.

“You dragged us into this!”

James ignored Remus, looking under the sink as a light smile painted his face as he saw it sitting there. The little glass honey bear that was full of the sticky yellow goo, something he never thought he’d be so happy to see.

“Oi, you found it,” James whipped around, frowning as Sirius stood in the doorway with his arms crossed and his shirt rolled to his elbows.

“I would kill you if we weren’t so close,” James grabbed the honey, pointing an accusing at Sirus while he slipped out from around him. He heard the little teapot the boys kept in their dorm, mostly used to heat up water when washing Remus’s wounds, and pulled his wand out of his back pocket.

“Why do you do it again?” Remus spoke up, his back leaned against one of the arms of the chair and his dangling from the other side.

“Cause they like it, duh!” James tapped his water on the kettle twice, smiling when it quickly made the whistle noise he knew it was made to make. He hurried to the teacup on his bedside table, the little Gryffindor emblem hadn’t given him away yet.

“It’s just (Y/N), besides why when it rains?” Peter spoke up this time.

“Because he is madly in love with our dearest friend,” Sirius slid beside James, his back connected with the door and his face morphed into one of pain.

“Not madly, deeply I’ll accept!” James carefully pulled the teaspoon out of his drawer, opening the top of the little bear and pouring the perfect, in (Y/N)’s opinion, into the cup. He took the spoon and swirled the liquid around, smiling at the gorgeous brown liquid made a small whirlpool in the center of the mug.

“Deeply it is then!” Sirius knew his hands in the air if he made a touchdown, smirking at his closest friend. He was so in love with this one person, he couldn’t believe it was real.

He loved them like the love in the movies, knowing they couldn’t sleep when it rained so he made a cup of tea, just how they like it, and left it beside their favorite window seal. He wrote their notes for a class when they skipped and forgot to write his own. He was consumed with them, in the best way possible. Sirius knew (Y/N) loved him just as much, as they left notes for James at dinner when they didn’t feel like coming or holding his hand when he was nervous.

“I gotta go!” James was out the door in a second, ignoring Sirius as he gave him that look, the look that told him he was in love. It was pointless, of course, James was in love with (Y/N), who wouldn’t?

As soon as he shut the door to the dorm he gently walked down the stairs, careful as he held a hand around the rim to be sure it didn’t spill. He didn’t have time to go back and make more and he wasn’t just going to leave them hanging without their nightly tea.

He passed each broken step, smiling when he saw Marlene out cold on the couch. He made a mental note when he came back to throw a blanket over her, he knew how cold she’d get at night. He continued his walk to the window seal right outside the Gryffindor common room, he liked to think they sat there just for him but he didn’t think that could be true.

His shoulder pushed the painting open, hoping the Fat Lady wouldn’t yell at him like she always did, even if she gave light smiles every time and kept his secret this past year.

He spun around, his smile dropping when he saw the silhouette of the person in question leaning against the window. Their eyes roamed the falling droplets, their lips pulled between their teeth as they looked so focused.

Does he turn around?

Did Sirius tell ‘em, he wouldn’t do that right?

“Jamie!”

He almost jumped when the nickname fell from their lips as if they were waiting for him, how he only wished that was the truth.

“(Y/N),” his voice was softer, everything about him was softer than him when they were around.

“You bought my tea,” they titled their head, a sincere look in their eye as they pointed at the mug James held so tight in between his finger he was scared he’d break it.

“Y-yeah I did,” he was shocked he got any words out, carefully taking steps closer to them before he stood in front of them. He watched his shadow cast across their face, the little rain droplets painting glitters across their face, James could swear it was something out of a painting.

“Thank you.”

They gently took the mug from his hand, smiling brighter and taking a small sniff of the liquid before the smile grew larger.

“You made it perfect again,” they whispered gently, moving their socked feet and eyes, begging James to sit. James had sat beside (Y/N) a million and ten times but suddenly he felt like he was walking into an intimate piece of them.

“You doubted me?”

“How could I? You’ve been bringing me tea since the fourth year,” they pulled the mug to their lips, smirking behind the glass while going back to watch the rain pour over the window as if their words didn’t rock his world.

“Y-you knew?”

“Duh, you’re the only person I've told how I make my tea. I remember it was during the week-”

“We played 20 questions throughout the week, I asked tea or coffee and you said ‘tea with a shit ton of honey’. Trust me, I remember,” James scratched the back of his neck, an awkward smile gracing his lips as he turned to look at the rain too.

He wondered how they couldn’t sleep during this, it was so peaceful like it could rock him to sleep.

“You must have the best memory in Hogwarts,” (Y/N) leaned up, closer to him. He could smell the honey, the one thing he’s associated with them for so long. He wondered if he drank as much honey as them would his voice be so smooth or would the idea of tasting honey on his lips be the only time he’d enjoy the sticky goo.

“When it comes to people I care about, yeah.”

“According to Lily, you care about me quite a bit Potter,” he hated that they were smirking, it was making this much easier than he thought it should be.

“What does Evans think she knows?”

Obviously she was right, but he thought he could question his way out of this, but this wasn’t detention with Slughorn.

“Say you give me doe eyes, is it true?”

He wished he didn’t see the hope in their eye, because that hope was going to make him confess this long-standing crush on his honey. His sticky and messy person of honey.

“Do you want it to be?”

“I suppose I would like it if the boy who bought me tea also liked me, I don’t like sharing my tea order with many others, and if it’s not you then well-”

He couldn’t stop himself, he had to reach out to their wrist and pull them into him. He couldn’t stop his lips from smashing into theirs with force, the idea of the sweet taste of honey was all he wanted. He wanted to be submerged into pots of it if he would never forget the taste of their lips. He’d do a slip and slide of honey to never have to learn another person's tea order.

“You have something,” he frowned when they pulled back but realized that the front of his sleep shirt was dripping wet, and kinds of burning.

“Shit,” he pulled the sticky shirt from his skin, frowning down at the cloth that had ruined his moment. Okay, maybe he ruined his own moment but it’s much easier to blame the shirt.

“Why don’t you get cleaned up?”

James pouted, looking up at them with pleading eyes. He didn’t want to leave, he didn’t want to break their perfect bubble.

“I’ll wait down here, we can watch the storm together.”

James never moved so fast, his finger held up as if to say ‘don’t move’ and his feet were running. He didn’t even think to throw the blanket over Marlene or to tell the boys what happened.

All he could link his lips and taste the honey as it soaked into his lips, and imprinted on his mind forever.

Honey and rain never meant more to James Potter in his life.

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