#how can u hate james potter

[everythingisromant1c]

I wish people writing annoying characters gave them one positive thing like all you’re doing is making them the most annoying person in the world, but you expect me to like them and I already know they’re annoying so I’m never gonna change my mind (yes this is about James and in the famous AU)

tbh idrk why u felt the need to drop this in my inbox but if u don’t like the way i characterized james in that au than u don’t have to read it!!

but to rly comment on this i see ur point however i dont rly think it applies bc i did include qualities to james that are positive. the reason why everything he does seems so annoying is bc its told through the readers pov who’s meant to have a personal vendetta against him and quite frankly be an unreliable narrator!! w this being said there’s also a lot i have planned for the future in which we see James’s characterization become more multifaceted (just a reminder, since there’s literally only 2 parts out rn, and it is a very unserious blurb series, keep this in mind) so stay tuned for that ig if u so pls, otherwise im gonna stick to writing james how i like ty 😇

[padfootastic]

truly one of the worst ways james and sirius’ characters were butchered (both by canon and fanon) is the implication that they thought remus was the traitor or spy because he’s a werewolf.

those boys did not spend 3 YEARS becoming ANIMAGI and risking their body, mind, and soul, as well as courting azkaban just to turn around and give in to prejudice against creatures???? like yes, i realise war makes enemies of everyone and it heightens paranoia, suspicion etc etc but this is just the laziest of all reasons??? if they weren’t scared of remus in school, after watching him transform, and they still used the damn nicknames, then why would they suddenly think his furry little problem made him unreliable??

and at that!!!! what tf kind of sense does it make for them to believe that remus was the traitor and then…do absolutely nothing about it???? the whole bullshit only checks out if they all firmly believed each other. if they thought one of them was a spy for the DARK LORD, then why would they shut up about it??? both james and sirius clearly realised the war was about more than just them; they would not be hiding a potential spy if they knew about it.

this is honestly why the whole thing, and r/s reconciliation rubs me the wrong way. if they thought remus was untrustworthy, then give me a reliable reason other than him being a were. (i’ve got a few but none of them are ever used in fics). and even if they had some doubts about remus, it would still never make up for his belief that sirius betrayed the potters and joined the DEs. ever. that’s entirely a false equivalence.

[dipperscavern]

[prettydaisygirl]

Hiii can u maybe write about that tiktok prank trend with james and its like unboxing a parcel thats been ordered for when they go swimming at the end of the week and its just two strings nd filming him to see how he reactss

Have a good day thank you!

Omg nonnie this prank is hilarious! I love these tiktok requests because most of the time it introduces me to the trend and I fall down a rabbithole lmao. Hope you enjoy <3

boyfriend!James Potter x fem!reader string swimsuit tiktok prank ✿ 524 words

cw: fem reader, James tells reader she can't wear the 'swimsuit', tiktok prank, a bit suggestive

james potter masterlist

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You’ve had your phone propped up against the bowl on the kitchen table for 10 minutes, a box half-opened in front of you as you wait for James to get home. You press record right as you hear the front door open, smiling excitedly at the camera as your plan goes into action.

“Okay, everyone! So as you know, my boyfriend and I are going on a little holiday this weekend.” You glance up at the screen as James enters the kitchen, gym towel around his shoulders and curls damp. Visible in the camera, it’s clear he’s just come back from training. He reaches into the fridge for a water bottle.

“Well, I wanted to do a little show of the swimsuit I ordered…” You fully open the box now, noticing from James’ movement in the camera that the mention of the swimsuit seems to have caught his attention. He leans against the counter with one hip, taking sips from his water bottle as he watches you open the box.

“A-ha!” You say excited, pulling the small bundle of string out of the box. “Here we are!”

You unravel it, showing it off like it’s the greatest thing you’ve ever seen. James looks confused, brows furrowed, water bottle in his hand but forgotten as he watches. 

“It’s perfect! I love the way the top matches the bottoms!” You purse your lips, holding the strings up to your body like you would an actual suit.

“Hold on…” James speaks up from behind you, and you turn, acting as though you’re surprised he’s paying attention. “What is that?”

“What is what?” You ask, acting like everything is completely normal.

“What you have, in your hand.” He gestures to the strings and you hold them up, smiling brightly like you’re so excited to be holding them.

“My new swimsuit, Jamie!” You try to hold in your laugh as he gapes at you, “Don’t you love it? I think it will look great in our pictures while we’re on holiday.”

“You’re definitely not wearing that on holiday.” He comes over and takes the strings from you. You pout at him, looking between him and the camera.

“Why not, James?” You cross your arms, “You never tell me what to wear.”

“No, I don’t.” He places the strings onto the countertop like touching them burns, and he turns back to you, placing his hands on your waist, “And as much as I would love to see you in… whatever that is, I think you’ll be breaking about 10 different laws if you wear that around.”

You laugh loudly, and James does too. You shake your head, reaching up a hand to pat him on the cheek.

“That was perfect, Jamie, thank you!” You are still giggling as you end the recording, posting it to your feed. 

“What?” He looks between the strings and you again before it dawns on him. “Another tiktok prank?”

“Yup.” You say with a chuckle. 

And even though James acts like he hated it, he kinda does want to see you trying to wear those strings. He might have slid them into his pocket. Maybe.

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© prettydaisygirl

[ghostedgwen]

the one to beat | j.potter

note : yaaay! finally finished the marauders soulmate list! now time to continue working on the t.s + marauders playlist. thinking of making a new masterlist yet again, idk

warnings : slytherin vs gryffindor, houlse rivalry stuff - quidditch too, some alcohol and mentions of parties, nothing too angsty but james overthinks a lot lol, pretty much fluff if u ask me

James Potter thinks the world is playing a cruel joke on him when he finds out that his Soulmate is a Slytherin, to make it worse— they’re the captain of the Quidditch team

Wait for the signal and I'll meet you after dark, show me the places where the others gave you scars.

James Potter had always known his soulmate mark would be a name he recognized. He just hadn’t expected to hate it so much.

He turned seventeen on a cloudy Tuesday morning in late March. The dormitory windows were fogged over when he woke, the air still heavy with sleep and spring rain. And there, stark against his collarbone, was the name that made his stomach twist.

____ ____.

Slytherin. Quidditch captain. Rival in every way that counted. He'd spent the last two years arguing with you across the pitch, dodging Bludgers you’d probably told your Beaters to aim a little too close, and trading barbed insults every time Prefect meetings forced you into the same room. You were smug and brilliant and always, always in his way.

And now, permanently inked into his skin.

He stared at the name in the mirror, half-hoping it would vanish before he blinked again. It didn’t.

The ink didn’t lie.

He didn’t tell anyone at first.

Sirius would laugh. Remus would look too closely. Peter would ask too many questions. And James. . . James wasn’t ready to admit it - not even to himself as the ink glared at him in the mirror.

That night, the Gryffindor common room exploded.

Someone (probably Lily, though she'd deny it) had conjured red-and-gold streamers to swirl from the rafters - always a penchant for expertly casting charms.

A cake shaped like a Snitch hovered dangerously close to the fireplace - in courtesy of Remus Lupin who bribed the elves, and there was a charmed banner blinking out “HAPPY 17th, JAMES POTTER!” every thirty seconds with increasing enthusiasm.

The banner was of course the handiwork of one Sirius Black - Peter helped set it up.

He tried to duck away from the crowd after ten minutes, after the cheering died down. Didn’t work - not with the company he keeps.

“Oi, birthday boy!” Sirius shouted, dragging him into a hug that nearly cracked three ribs - Sirius was always on par with him when it came to that Quidditch physique. “Seventeen! You know what that means - ”

“Legally an adult in the Ministry's eyes?” James offered, but that wasn't gonna get Sirius bloody Black to bite.

“No, you twat. Soulmate day.” Sirius wiggled his eyebrows. “So . . . who is it? Come on. Spill.”

James laughed - forced, a little too quick. “Haven’t looked.”

“Haven’t looked?” Remus gave him a look. “You expect me to believe you’ve waited all day and haven’t checked your body for any new tattoos?”

James lifted a butterbeer to his lips. “Too busy being smothered by all this. . . festive affection.”

Peter leaned in eagerly. “It’s not Evans, is it?”

James choked on his drink - Merlin, that crush on Evans barely lasted during his third-year and til now they have never let him live it down.

Which, frankly, was convenient - they can assume he's sulking. No one pushed after that.

But still - every laugh, every clap on the back, every offhand “Wonder who it is, eh?” made him flinch. He hadn’t realized how deeply he’d hoped it wouldn’t be you until it was.

And now, you were a secret he had to wear beneath his clothes - fucking hell.

You didn’t know yet. That much he was sure of. Your birthday was still weeks away.

But every time he saw you - on the pitch, in the corridor, sauntering into the library with that smug Slytherin swagger - he felt the weight of it.

He didn’t want this.

He didn’t want the pull in his chest when your laugh drifted over from across the common room during a joint Prefect meeting. He didn’t want to notice the way your hair curled behind your ear when it rained. And he definitely didn’t want to wonder if you felt it too.

Because if anyone could ignore a soulmate bond, it was you.

The night before your birthday, James Potter forgot how to chew.

Dinner in the Great Hall was usually one of his favourite parts of the day. Food, laughter, Sirius being a menace with mashed potatoes, flinging it at Peter who did a poor job dodging - what wasn’t to like?

Except tonight, he barely touched his roast chicken.

He kept glancing down the Slytherin table. At you.

Not that he was staring. Of course not. He was checking. Casually. Briefly. Every five seconds - barely lingering but enough to actually look.

You were laughing at something one of your housemates had said, chin tilted back, mouth curling at the edges like you were trying not to smile too hard.

You looked relaxed, golden in the flickering candlelight, your green tie loosened a little after a long day of classes.

Tomorrow, you’d wake up with his name on your skin.

James Potter.

He was going to throw up.

“You alright, mate?” Sirius asked, frowning at him over a bowl of peas. “You’re eating like a sad Victorian orphan whose mother got the flu.”

James snorts. Very creative and descriptive.

“Yeah,” Peter chimed in. “And you’ve barely looked at Evans all week. Something’s off.”

James blinked. “I’ve never looked at Evans.”

Remus raised a brow. “You wrote poetry about Evans.”

“Years ago,” James muttered, pushing his food around his plate, trying not to pout. “I’m evolved.”

Sirius leaned across the table. “Wait - is this about your mark? You’ve been twitchy since your birthday.”

Remus paused. “You did get a mark, then.”

James regretted everything, he was quick to shut them down. “I’m fine. Just nervous for the Quidditch match next week.”

“You’re playing Hufflepuff,” Sirius deadpanned.

James shrugged, stabbed a carrot - the action made the three boys exchange curious glances. “They’re scrappy.”

Remus gave him a long look. “Okay.” he drew out the vowel on his tongue.

James didn't meet his eyes. He looked back down the table again, his chicken has never looked so stale.

You were already gone, having already left the hall to head to your common room in the dungeons.

You woke on your birthday with the hazy disorientation of someone who’d stayed up far too late and hadn’t expected the morning to come quite so soon -

You overdid it again, chugging butterbeers with the other snakes as an early celebration for your coming-of-age. Had you been out of school, it would be a proper gala.

Pureblood customs, your family would be holding a ball at their estate and all the other pureblood families would be invited. Instead, it's butterbeers at the common room and laughter.

The curtains around your bed were drawn shut, the dormitory still dark except for the faint greenish glow of a Lumos charm someone must have left lit on their nightstand.

You rubbed your eyes, already wincing at the thought of the noise, the teasing, the elaborate plans Rosier and Mulciber and the rest had whispered about all week - all the while you acted oblivious to their surprise plans.

There’d be no peace today. No hiding, either.

You sat up slowly.

The air was thick and still, muffled by spells to block out the morning chatter in the common room below. A few of your roommates were still asleep. A few were faking it, waiting to pounce.

You swung your legs over the side of the bed.

And froze.

The moment you moved, your dressing gown slipped, and something sharp and ink-dark caught your eye in the mirror across the room.

Two words. Stark against your skin.

You stared.

Then looked again.

You didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. You just sat there, knees knocking together, staring at the name etched into your skin like it had always been there, just barely concealed - on your shoulder blade. Like it belonged there.

It didn’t.

It couldn’t.

It wasn’t funny. It wasn’t ironic. It wasn’t even poetic.

It was him.

You felt your breath stutter, shallow in your chest, and carefully, carefully pulled your dressing gown closed - hoping the sheer cover could conceal the new tattoo.

Merlin.

There was a knock at your door before you could even think to respond to the rush of thoughts swarming your head.

“Oi,” came Rosier’s voice, full of smug delight. “We know you’re awake, birthday girl. Don’t make us break down the door.”

You didn’t answer.

But you stood.

Because what else could you do?

James Potter was so sure you'd pretend not to know. That you'd ignore him, purebloods were known to ignore soulmates if it did not benefit the lineage.

And yet.

You were the first to speak the day you turned seventeen.

You’d shown up to Quidditch practice late, your expression unreadable. James had stayed behind on the pitch, not because he knew your birthday was today (he did), but because something in him needed to know.

You landed your broom with a thud, gaze flicking over him once. The silence stretched.

"So," you said eventually, voice dry as ever, "the universe thinks this is funny."

He swallowed. "You got it too, then."

You nodded, tugging at your wide-neck collar to reveal your shoulder. His name was there, written in looping script. Faint, already fading at the edges - having been branded with the name of the enemy.

It shouldn’t have hurt. But it did - a slight sting.

James exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "You think it’s a mistake?"

You didn’t answer right away. "I think it’s a test."

He blinked - that was unexpected, he thought he was going to get rejected by his soulmate - the second girl ever, since Evans back in third-year. "Of what?"

"Whether we’re brave enough to try."

Trying wasn’t easy, you knew that. Trying was so much harder than doing, but you offered anyway - bearing all the courage that a Gryffindor was supposed to have.

You still argued. Still glared at each other across the pitch, still fought during patrols, still rolled your eyes when he made a joke in Transfiguration. But things changed.

Little things.

He started noticing the books you carried, the way you always had ink on your fingers. You started waiting up for him after Prefect rounds. Neither of you acknowledged the slow shift, but it was there.

James caught himself staring too long. You stopped correcting him when he called you clever, even quipping to return the compliment without a bite.

The ink on your skin didn’t fade as fast as it should have.

Sirius cornered him one night in the Gryffindor common room, swearing to put an end to all the nonsense.

"You keep looking like someone hexed your broomstick. What gives, mate?"

James looked up from his parchment, startled - of all people to tell him off for acting off was Sirius Orion Black - wow. "Nothing."

Sirius narrowed his eyes. "Is it about your mark? You haven’t told us who it is."

Remus looked up from his own essay, interest piqued. Peter perked up as well - giving up pretending like he was making sense of his Potions essay.

James hesitated. Then: "It’s ____ ____."

The silence that followed was swift - Sirius black breaking it with a loud bark of laughter.

"The Slytherin captain?" Remus asked, the one only to have found his voice.

James nodded.

Sirius let out a low whistle once his laughter died down. "Well. Didn’t see that one coming."

"Me neither," James muttered. Glaring at his best mate who is treating this like the funniest punch line ever.

Peter blinked. "Are you going to. . . you know. Do something about it?"

He didn’t know how to explain that he already was, so he started from the very beginning and let it all out while the boys reacted to every scenario he went over.

It was safe to say, no essay was finished.

You met under the Quidditch stands one night, both pretending it was a coincidence.

"You always this broody after hours, Potter?" you teased.

"Only when my soulmate’s a Slytherin," he replied.

You laughed, soft and surprised - you found no problem with what he said, taking it all in good nature.

And when you kissed him, it didn’t feel like surrender. It felt like coming home, like he was the destination you didn't know you had been dying to reach.

You didn’t go public. Not right away - you mutually agreed.

James liked having you in secret. Liked the thrill of brushing your hand as you passed in the corridor, liked sneaking glances at your fading mark and wondering if yours would last longer if he held on tight enough.

A silent race to see whose ink would fade faster - a million theories came and went but no one really knew the explanation for the ink fading and why, or when.

You liked letting him in. Liked seeing the side of him no one else did - not the prankster, not the captain, but the boy with ink on his collarbone and fear in his chest - reserved just for you.

The ink never fully disappeared. Not from either of you - not yet.

Maybe it never would.

Somehow, you didn't mind being branded by his name - you were his.

You stood together after the final match of the season, bruised and breathless, your teams clashing behind you.

"So what now?" you asked, voice low.

James brushed your fingers with his. "Now we stop pretending we hate each other."

You arched a brow. "You sure you’re ready for that, Gryffisnor?"

He grinned. "If you are, Slytherween."

And when you kissed him on the pitch, the stands fell quiet.

Because some names don’t need to be tattoed to be known.

And some soulmates could choose each other twice.

end.masterlist

[cosmal]

red solo cup — send me an au + a character n i’ll write u a blurb ie rockstar!sirius rugby!james bartender!eddie

omg rugby!james I’ve missed him!! what about him introducing you to the team for the first time at an after party or something 😋

pints

summary james introduces you to his rugby mates over a few pints. your nerves go unwarranted, his friends are hilarious.

content james potter x reader, she/her pronouns used,

note mal and i being number one rugby!james fans always

You think if you spin the ring on your finger any longer, it’ll burn a mark into your skin. You’re so nervous you could throw up. You hope the uber driver is met with every red light there is.

James grabs your hand and puts it in his lap. “Darling,” he squeezes you twice, “what’s the matter?”

You’re not sure if you’re bad at steeling yourself or if James knows you like the back of his hand. Maybe both. “Hmm?” You play dumb.

“You won’t stop fiddling.” He smiles something sympathetic and doubles down. “Take a deep breath.”

You do as he says, mostly because you like being bossed around a little bit, more so because your throat burns with nerves. You hate being read for filth.

“Jamie,” You don’t know how to tell him without sounding pathetic, “what if they hate me?”

“Who?” He laughs. You despise him a little bit for it, your nerves aren’t a laughing matter. Are you being stupid?

“Your friends.”

He laughs some more and then he stops because you don’t join. You smile but you can tell you look silly.

He squeezes your hand in both of his now and leans in until his seatbelt is taut. “Baby, no.” He’s still smiling, he definitely thinks you’re stupid. “I’m sorry. Sorry. They won’t hate you.”

“They might.”

“They won’t.”

The uber pulls up and you both thank him before clambering out of his car. You fix your skirt and wonder if you’re overdressed. Or underdressed. You don’t know a lot about Jamie’s friends, only things he’s told you here and there since you started seeing each other.

James stands in front of you before you move inside and puts his hands on your waist. His fingers spread over your linen shirt and it bunches up in the back.

“They won’t hate you,” he says. You know he’s serious, obviously he is, but all you can think about is how badly you could screw this up. “Seriously. What’s there to hate? You’re amazing.”

“Okay.” You nod and he takes you by the hand.

When you’re inside the pub, pint in hand, James takes you to find his teammates that have shown up already. You hear a whistle and then an “Oi!”

You both turn around. “Sirius!” James shouts.

You follow closely behind as you both make your way over to their table. A few of his teammates crowd the table. You can’t help it, but you keep yourself to the side of James unthinkingly.

James says hello and then it’s your turn.

“This is my lovely girlfriend, Y/N!” James looks proud, happy that it’s you he’s introducing. It’s gives you an ounce of confidence you so desperately need.

“Hello!” You’ve always been good at hiding your nerves. You think it’s how you bagged James.

A tall, lanky, sandy-haired boy reaches out and shakes your hand. He smiles warmly, smelling of lager and crisps. “Lovely to meet you. I’m Remus.”

“We call him Moony,” James butts in.

“Hi.” You smile just as kindly and hope your hands aren’t too sweaty.

“Sirius.” His friend leans in again. He puts his pint down and its splashes on the table. “The better looking player for The Marauders.” He gives you a hug. You’re not sure if he’s drunk or if this is just him. You’ve heard a few things, still you laugh because he’s funny either way.

“Sirius…” James elbows his friend in the side.

“What?!” Sirius guffaws. “I'm not sure how he's scored you."

"Sirius, please sit down."

You laugh at him, you've gone a little red and James looks half incensed. "I need you to be normal, just for once please."

"I'm always normal!" He sits back down in his chair and you and James follow suit. "If anyone needs to be normal it's Frank."

"I haven't said a word!" You're assuming it's Frank who pipes up. "I'm sorry, it's lovely to meet you."

You smile over the top of your drink and James squeezes your leg.

"So," You worry about what Sirius is going to say next, "have you seen James sleep walk yet?"

You gasp, "What! Oh my god I didn't know you did that?"

"I don't-"

"One time," Sirius leans in, you lean in too, giggling, "we were in Cornwall, right after we graduated."

"Please don't, oh my god."

"Oh, please do." You snort. James drops his head into his hands.

"James had gone to bed early and we were still up drinking. He came downstairs, naked, asking us where the toilet was."

You almost spit your drink out. You laugh so hard you almost feel bad for poor James. He steels himself and tries his hardest not to seem embarrassed. Drinking his lager like his cheeks aren't a worse shade of red than before.

"Jamie," You lean into his side and wrap an arm around his back, "I'm sorry honey, but that's hilarious."

All the boys are laughing - James is too but he's trying to hide it with his hands over his mouth.

"I'd had a lot to drink that night," James defends himself.

"I've been scarred ever since! That thing between your legs-"

"Okay! Enough, enough." James finally snaps. All of the boys burst into fits of laughter, holding their stomachs. "I have awful friends. Awful."

"I'm sorry, it really is a right of passage." Remus jokes.

"Well, you should see Sirius after smoking too much-"

"Okay! Another round on me?" Sirius stands abruptly from the table.

You think you were being a little silly, James's friends are great.

[marauroon]

can u please write a fic about James and the reader being bestfriends and becoming lovers pls?

thats my favorite trope ever ♡♡♡

C O M M O N A L I T Y — JAMES POTTER!

james potter x fem!reader | fluff | 3.2k | masterlist!!

sometimes you and james were a bit too close as friends, and it was making him question the platonicness of your relationship

cw — james feeling guilty for having feelings, mild miscommunication, friends to lovers, happy ending

James had been… off lately.

You weren’t sure that anyone else would even be able to tell, he was still his outrageously confident self, outgoing and charming, playfully annoying, but there was something there that was different, and you weren’t sure if it was in a positive way.

He looked more tired than usual, more drained, the small glint in his eyes barely holding on under whatever nimbus cloud had managed to overtake the inside of his head.

“Hey,” You approach him gently, taking a seat beside him on one of the common room sofas with your legs curled up underneath you. “You okay?”

“Yeah I’m great, did you hear that we kicked Slytherin’s ass during our practice match this morning?” Deflection. You could practically feel it radiating off of him. Even his tone was laced with it, the usual excitement that would be present over something like that simply acting as a mask to cover whatever was underneath it.

“James,” You furrow your eyebrows ever so slightly and he can tell that he’s beat.

“I hate how well you know me sometimes…” And just like that any sense of trying to hide the sorrowful state he was in disappears, replaced with a genuine show of discontent as he leans his head over the back of the seat.

You sigh, leaving your hand on his knee to rub small circles against the skin exposed by his shorts. “What’s wrong? You’ve been off all week,”

“It’s nothing you can help with love don’t worry about it,”

“I’m going to worry about it,”

“I know,” James gives out a long exhale, dragging the palm of his hand underneath his glasses to rub at his eyes. “I’m really fine, though,”

“James,” You tilt your head with a small pool of worry in your eyes. “Please tell me what’s going on,”

He always hated it when you looked at him like that.

“It’s truly nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about okay?” He pulls himself to sit up straight, mirroring your head tilt with his own. “I’ve gotta figure it out in my own time,”

You didn’t want to pry. If he wanted to tell you then he would. All you could really do was wait.

“Alright…”

That didn’t mean you were happy about it.

“Love…” James sighs softly. “Don’t look like that,”

“I’m just worried about you…”

“I know,” James leaves his hand on top of yours as a show of thanks for your concern over him.

He wants to tell you. And he should really. But how on earth do you bring up that you’ve managed to fall in love with your best friend, to said best friend?

‘Hey, by the way, I know we’re like best mates and all but every time you touch me I feel like I’m going to explode.’

“You should at least get some sleep, you look tired,”

Yeah, it’s kind of hard to sleep when you spend the whole night beating yourself up for being an absolute idiot.

“Yeah…”

You turn your hand until it’s palm up in his, curling your fingers around the back of his hand until they’re securely nestled together. “Maybe we should take a nap,”

He should say no. He’s not right to have you cuddled into his side with your head on his chest and your arms around his torso. It’s not fair on you for him to take advantage like that when you just see it as what’s essentially a sleepover between friends. Not when he’s thinking about you like he is.

“Yeah, I think I could use a nap right now…”

But when you look at him like that who is he to refuse you really?

—

James woke up with a groan, still groggy and covered in a thin film of sweat from the cocoon of heat that had developed underneath the quilt. He was supposed to sleep for an hour, maybe two if either of you were truly tired. But the sun had gone down and he could hear Peter’s snoring from across the room and Remus’ curtains were pulled and the sun definitely wasn’t coming up any time soon.

God knows he needed what he got though, he was starting to think he’d exhaust himself to the point of death.

As he shifted on the mattress, he was brought back to the both fortunate and unfortunate reality of the fact you we’re sleeping next to him, arm draped over his stomach with his arm underneath your head whist you slumbered away peacefully.

It took less than a few seconds for the tranquility of it to be ruined under the small voice in the back of his head that just had to ruin absolutely everything.

You were so pretty when you slept. Peaceful, unaware, like nothing could phase you under the blanket of rest you’d covered yourself with.

And it was making him feel so guilty. You were his friend, his best friend, and he was taking advantage of what you viewed to be a platonic relationship between two people because he just could not get his head right and stop thinking about you in a romantic fashion.

Was it really just platonic? He wasn’t sure anymore…

He stayed stationary for a few short moments, eyes gazing deftly over your sleep filled features and the feeling of your chest slowly rising and falling against his side until he was sure he couldn’t handle it anymore, and carefully slid his arm from underneath you so that he could move.

And then you shift, and he freezes.

Godric knows he didn’t need you waking up right now.

You don’t stir, thank god, but you do turn your body towards his in an unconscious effort to seek out the lost contact between the two of you.

James swears he almost melts at the sight.

“Just mates…” he whispers to himself, trying in vain to convince himself once more that the close relationship between the two of you was nothing more than pure platonic friendship.

There’s a sharp pang of guilt that pierces his heart as he carefully pries himself from you and watches as you try and chase after the contact in your sleep, but he knows that it’s for the best.

James takes one last quick glance at your sleeping figure before starting to quietly head towards the door, hoping and praying that you don’t wake up as he sneaks out of the dorm room.

You don’t for a good few minutes, but as the patch of heat that he’d left behind on the mattress turns cold, you find yourself blinking awake in the search of his absent warmth.

You don’t think much of his disappearance at first, he’d often get up to go to the bathroom or sneak off to the kitchens if he was hungry, but after ten—then fifteen—minutes of waiting, it’s more than clear that James didn’t have any intention of returning, so you quietly pad out of the boys’ dorm room to go in search of him.

It wasn’t very hard.

“James..?” You rub the corner of your eye with your knuckle as you descend the stairs to the main floor of the common room, where James was sat stationary on one of the sofas with his back to you. “Are you alright?”

The worry from earlier in the day immediately invades your mind again, and your eyebrows furrow in concern as you approach him, sleep slipping away with every step you take.

“Yeah,” He muttered in response to your question, not making any move to face you. “I’m fine.”

You don’t believe him.

“Why did you disappear..?” You take a seat next to him almost hesitantly.

The dip in the sofa from your added weight is enough incentive for James to finally move, and shifts to accommodate you beside him.

“I just.. needed to clear my head a bit, that’s all.” he shrugged, eyes almost absent as the continue to stare blankly towards the fireplace. “I didn’t want to wake you up either, so I just came to come down here for a bit.”

You let out a soft exhale at his intonation, reaching out to smooth a curl of hair from his eye with your fingers. “Are you really sure you’re okay?”

There’s a small, almost incomprehensible smile that etches it’s way on to James’ face at the gentle touch of your fingers, almost like a reflex, and just like a reflex the second he notices he’s doing it, it disappears.

“I’m fine I promise,” James gives a small sigh, nodding his head softly. “Just a lot going on in my head at the moment,” He continues to keep his gaze focused away from you, and it does not help in making you believe him. “What about you? You still look tired,”

“Yeah…” You tilt your head sideways until your temple is resting against James’ shoulder. “I’m okay…”

James is almost envious of how easily you lay your head on his shoulder, like it’s really no big deal.

As close friends, it shouldn’t be.

But it made his heart skip a beat and his throat dry up all the same.

He rested his arm over your shoulder cautiously, like his skin would burn at the contact, pads of his fingertips carefully sliding into the hair at your temple as he leaned his head back against the sofa with closed eyes in a failed attempt at looking relaxed.

“Come back to sleep?”

James bit his tongue.

In a way, his body wanted him to, as the comfort of you and the warmth of the bed were things that he craved at the moment.

His mind, however, was telling him differently. He couldn’t risk it. Not after the thoughts that he had been having.

“I can’t,” he responded softly.

“…Why not?” You blink up at him slowly, lifting your hand to trace arbitrary lines over his forearm to try and soothe whatever was rampaging his mind.

His mind was all over the place right now, but he couldn't allow himself to fall back into bed with you. Not when he was like this.

“I just can't,” he murmured for the second time, looking away from you once more.

“I can leave you to sleep by yourself,” You hand moves down towards his, giving it a small squeeze as you massage circles into his palm. “If that’s why you can’t sleep,”

You didn’t want to assume that you were the reason for his discomfort, but you also didn’t want him to stick it out if that was the case for your sake.

James sighed, his thoughts telling him to just give in and agree, as his body still wanted and craved your close presence.

His mind, however, had decided otherwise.

“It's not that-” He began to say, before stopping himself to redirect his response. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course James,” You bring your head up from his shoulder to give him a nod. “ Anything,”

James hung his head with a sigh, breathing in deeply before committing to his question.

“Have you ever wondered what it would be like if the two of us were… more than just friends?”

“I’m—” You blink non-commitaly. “—not sure what you mean,”

James looked over at you, your furrowed brow causing confusion in him for a second.

Did you really not know what he’d meant?

Or were you just feigning ignorance?

“You know very well what I mean,” he said softly, his mind beginning to wonder if maybe you weren’t as clueless as you were portraying right now. “You’ve had those thoughts before, haven’t you? About us being more than just… mates?”

“I—” What to say truly evades you as you stammer for a response, and you can’t even formulate a coherent sentence as you blink blankly at him.

James felt his breath falter a little bit at your hesitation, making him second guess what he’d just said and regret it almost immediately.

Was his mind just making him think of things that weren’t real? You really didn’t have any sort of thoughts like that whatsoever?

None?

None at all?

James decided to take a gamble with his next statement, praying to whatever god was listening that it would pay off.

“It’s been something I’ve thought about a lot lately…” He muttered his confession, trying to gauge if you were thinking the same things as him, or if he really was just going mad.

“…really?” Your voice is barely a whisper as you respond, throat drying up to the point where you feel like you’ve forgotten how to breathe.

“Yeah,” he confirmed, his voice a little bit more confident than it had been initially. “And, maybe it started off as just a little ‘what if’, but.. I can’t seem to get the thoughts out of my head anymore…” he trailed off slightly, hoping you would catch on to what he was hinting at.

“James…”

You’re not entirely sure how you should respond to that.

And not even because it was something you didn’t want to hear.

You’d just managed to dig yourself into such a deep pit of denial that you’d never even considered James having feelings for you that were anything more than platonic.

“…I’m not crazy for thinking about us like that…” He whispered, his voice catching just slightly as he waited for your response. “…am I?”

Your eyes flicker over James’ features as you dig through the folds of your brain to form a coherent response. But nothing comes.

And the longer you stay silent the more the hope in James’ eyes disappears and the more to have the indescribable urge to kiss all of his worries away.

So you do.

Incredibly impulsively.

The skin of his cheeks is soft underneath your palms as you pull your faces together, the curls covering his forehead brushing against you and the soft pressure of his lips against yours almost indescribable.

James’ eyes widen before they close, and you can almost physically feel all of the anxiety drain from him as he anchors his hands at your sides to return your efforts.

And for a moment it felt like everything was right with the world. Just how it should be.

“I think I might be in love with you…” You mutter the words against James’ lips only once you part for air, hands trembling ever so slightly against his cheeks as you rest your forehead against his in a mix of adrenaline and nervousness.

James swears his heart physically flips in his chest.

He takes a moment to respond, his head spinning from the kiss between you two.

“Good… because I’ve been in love with you for so goddamn long already…” he mumbled, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

The breathlessness of his voice urges a soft laugh from the back of your throat, and James can’t help but smile at the sound, like it’s his favourite thing to hear in the world.

James leans in close to you like you’re the most delicate thing in the world, gently pressing his lips to your forehead and just relishing in the fact that you’d both finally just admitted your true feelings. “So, does this mean we're not just mates anymore?” he teased, giving your waist a gentle squeeze.

“I don’t think we’ve been ‘just mates’ for a while James—” You lean your head into the crook of James’ neck with your arms over his shoulders in a hug, hiding yourself in the wake of your mild embarrassment.

James smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you against him. “I’m so in love with you…” he whispered, the warmth that had been absent from his heart finally returning.

His heart felt lighter than it ever did before, and the warmth filled him from head to toe.

He leaned in close to you, holding you tightly yet gently in his arms. “I adore you, you know… I’m yours.” he admitted softly in your ear, his fingers tracing gentle circles on your back.

“I’ve always been yours James…”

James couldn’t help but laugh softly at your reply, his heart swelling with love for you. “You’ve always been mine?” He teased, gently rubbing his nose against your cheek with a smile. “Even when we were ‘just mates’?”

You let out a short laugh at the way he nuzzles his face against yours, scrunching up slightly. “Maybe I was just being optimistic,”

“Optimistic that one day, I’d fall head over heels crazy in love with you?” he replied with a smirk on his face.

“It worked didn’t it?” You give another laugh as you move to cup James’ face in your hand, and he leans into your touch like it’s second nature.

“I suppose it did, didn’t it?” He took hold of one of your wrists, slowly guiding your hand over to his lips where he planted a soft kiss on your palm. "You’re so beautiful..."

It’s nothing you haven’t heard before from him, but with the added knowledge of his romantic intentions it feels so much more intimate, and it leaves you horribly flustered to the point where you’re sure he can tell.

And the look on his face tells you he definitely can.

He had always found you beautiful—from the way you styled your hair to how pretty you looked first thing on a sunday morning dragging yourself to breakfast.

But now that he knew you were his, and his alone, the thought of letting you know how gorgeous you were made his heart flutter.

He wanted to lavish the girl of his dreams with compliments and affection in every way he could.

“I think we should head back to bed. I’m feeling a little tired again,” James mumbled softly in your ear.

He wanted to take you back to bed and hold you in his arms whilst he slept. To Hold you without any of the guilt or second-guessing. To hold you properly, like he’d always wanted to.

“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea...”

James slowly released his grasp on you, taking a moment to admire just how gorgeous you were in the pale moonlight of the common room.

He took your hand in his, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles as he stood up from the sofa. “Come on,” he whispered, gently pulling you up from your seat, “Let’s get some sleep love,”

[luveline]

do you have anything more from office frenemies with james? i just read it and i loved it so much

yes! love u ty

—you and James don’t get along until you kind of, sort of do. fem!reader, 1.5k

James listens to the most obnoxious playlist in the mornings. There’s about a fifteen minute window between when he arrives and when the workday officially starts, which coincides exactly with your window. He often gets the same elevator ride, walks a pace beside you, and decides whether he’s going to let the ‘lady’ go first through the door depending on the day. 

That morning, he’d opened the door widely, grinned at you with music blaring loud enough to make a normal person deaf from his earphones, and let you pass. Then he pretended to stick his foot out to trip you up, pulling it back at the last second. 

Jerk, you think, angry even now as he tucks himself into his desk, his earphones still ridiculously loud. He actually, genuinely, is going to get hearing damage. You’re not being bitter. Human ears aren’t meant for that. 

You click onto the workplace Outlook and open a tab on your desktop. How loudly can you listen to music? you google. A few articles appear straight away that fit your purpose —you drag them each into an empty email. Then, smiling to yourself, you find an article on the negative effects of workplace noise pollution and how this sort of selfishness can affect your coworkers’ mental health and add that at the very top. 

To: jamesp@outlook.wpa.uk 

Hi James, 

please find attached a few articles I felt might be important for you to read.

Worst, 

Your unhappy adjacent desk. 

You know he’s received it when he laughs loudly, turning down his music with a few quick clicks on his phone. 

An email comes through to your inbox shortly after.

Hi bestie, 

I’m so so sorry for the noise. Please find attached a few articles I, in turn, felt you might enjoy. 

Best, 

James Potter :) 

He’s attached an irksome variation of articles. Why music can help you get ready for the day. Ten ways workplace friendships are important. Can you really find your soulmate at work? 

You open your personal messaging system. You tend not to use it with James, but this morning he’s winding you up. 

I could report you to HR for that last one, you send. 

He replies quickly. You try very hard not to look up at him from over your desktop. I didn’t mean me. 

You’ll be deaf by thirty. 

Jealous you don’t have such great taste in music? 

Jealous of everyone in the annex. 

Want a cup of coffee?

You meet his gaze finally over the computer, find him already looking at you. You shake your head scornfully. In what world would you ever want him to make you a coffee? He’s never actually offered to make you one before, to be fair, but he’s awful to you so what are you supposed to think? He’ll probably poison it. 

He stands to leave. Remus, the other accountant to complete your trio, arrives while he’s gone with his boyfriend Sirius in tow. They’re also James’ best friends, unfortunately. It makes for some awkwardness. 

“Where is he?” Remus asks you, in the midst of a quick goodbye kiss before Sirius makes his way to his desk further down the office. 

You nibble your lip and give a dispassionate shrug. You hate talking about James. You hate his stupid mess of hair, his reading glasses, his lips when he smiles crookedly and worse when he’s glaring at you. You hate the way he sighs as he clicks his neck, the quick lap he does every other hour complaining of tired legs, the genuine tenderness he shows you whenever you’re sick. You hate James. You don't like to think about him too much lest you get caught, a fish in a net.

Or a fish with a painful hook in its lip. 

“Ah, you’re here,” James says, two cups of coffee in his hand. 

You’re only a little heartbroken when he puts one on his desk and one on Remus’. Didn’t want one anyways. 

Remus grins as James comes up behind him for a rough hug and hair ruffle. “How was last night?” 

“I wish you’d come. Sirius spent all night trying to out drink Marl, you know he can’t, so I spent all night holding his hair out of his face. I wasn’t gonna talk to him this morning, but he was being very pathetic.” 

James laughs. You pretend you aren’t listening to them, pretend you don’t feel left out even if they have no reason to be your friend, clicking at random things on your screen and scrolling through spreadsheets long finished and filed. “You know I couldn’t come, Moony,” —no point starting on their awful nicknames— “what if she needed me?” 

You still. She? 

“James, there’s not much you can do,” Remus says gently. He’s a quiet, soft sort of man, but they’re all so loud about loving one another. “You have to let her… you know.” 

You feel them both looking at you, your gaze steadfast on your screen. 

“Try not to think about it,” Remus says. 

“I’ve been distracting myself,” James agrees. 

Oh, you think. Oh. I’m such a dick. 

“You could go home?” Remus says, putting his face in his hand. “I could cover you.” 

“It’s too much work.” 

“I know, but, you know, I’ll do half, and you’ll only have half to catch up on when you come back.” 

You’re not sure who she is, and you very much still don’t like James Potter, but you're not heartless. He sounds awfully upset, fragility to his voice and a foreign balling of his fist by his hip. “Um,” you say, clearing your throat weakly, “well, with me and Remus, we could cover for you.” 

James’ face is unreadable, looking down at you. “You’d cover for me?” he asks. 

“Your work isn’t exactly hard, James.” 

“But you’d do it?” 

“How long will you be off for?” 

James frowns. “Like, two days?” he says quietly. 

“That’s fine. We can do that,” you say, checking with Remus from around James hip. “Yeah?” 

“Of course,” Remus says quickly. 

James looks at you long and hard. “You’re not kidding?” 

“No, James. Not kidding. You’d do the same for me, right?” 

James leans down to hug you before you can stop him. His arms wrap around your shoulders, a perfectly amicable touch made up of sleeper muscle and the attractive smell of almond oil, nearly sweet, slightly woody. He laughs against your cheek as he pulls away, turning back to Remus for a similar hug. “Thank you. I’ll go tell Danny right now.” He beams at you. His relief is thick as honey, palpable in his warm tone. “Thank you.” 

You can’t look at him very long. 

The memory of his fingers linger, the weight of his arm behind your head. He excuses himself to go talk to your boss, and you and Remus sit in a semi-awkward silence, of which you’re wholly responsible. 

“His cat is dying,” Remus says eventually.

You wince. “Oh, no, really?” you ask. 

“He’s had her since we were kids. It’s really nice of you to do this.”

“I really do think he’d do it for me,” you interrupt. “I’m not, you know, cruel, because we don’t get on.” 

“I know. James knows that too.” 

You want to get defensive. Why does it matter if James knows? But Remus is too nice to argue with, and secretly, strangely, you’d wanted James to know you aren’t mean. You wouldn’t have sent him that email this morning if you’d known, and maybe this is apology enough for that. 

Still, it doesn’t feel right when James returns, gathering his suit jacket from the back of his chair. “Thank you guys, so much. I will bring you the most amazing desserts of all time as a thank you. I won’t even put your mug on the top shelf the next time I wash it,” James promises you. 

You bat aside the rage of knowing he’s the culprit and instead get out of your seat before he can leave. “Uh, James?” you ask. 

He raises his eyebrows. “Yeah?” 

You look at the floor by his shoes. “About earlier…”

James stands subtly between you and the bulk of the office. “You okay?” 

“I just– I’m sorry for complaining about your earphones. I wasn’t trying to be insensitive.” 

“You weren’t insensitive,” he says, “I was being obnoxious. Don’t worry about it, okay?” 

“I–” You hate yourself for all your stammering. “Hope whatever is wrong, that you’re okay. I’ll cover for you for the week if you need me to.” 

“Please stop feeling sorry for me. It looks weird on you. I much prefer you when you’re frowning, you get these super deep wrinkles in your forehead that I just love.” 

You turn away without looking up. “I’m gonna input all your sales information wrong.” 

“And I’m gonna bring you the best donut you’ve ever tasted to say thanks, sweetheart.” 

[cowboylikemac]

omg hiii! i was wondering if u take recs? if u do, could you maybe do a james potter fic thats inspired by bags by clairo?

I’m waiting for the right time… || J.P

pairing: James Potter x reader

Summary: Late one night, you finally confess your feelings to James— only to find out he’s been waiting too.

warnings: tooth rotting fluff

word count: 1.5k

You’re not in love with James Potter. You swear.

You just happen to be in his bed again, wearing his hoodie that still smells like a fireplace and that dumb cologne Sirius gave him for Christmas. You just happen to know that he keeps a chocolate frog in his drawer for bad days and that his left wrist clicks when he rolls it, and he hates it, and you think it’s cute rather than embarrassing. You just happen to stare a little too long at his mouth when he’s talking and sometimes, when he’s not.

Not love. Obviously.

James stretches beside you and the blanket shifts, exposing the pale skin of his hip and that trail of hair that disappears beneath his sweatpants and—nope. Not thinking about that.

“You’re staring,” he says, but he doesn’t look up from his book.

“You’re imagining things,” you shoot back.

He smirks. “Maybe. But you’re still staring.”

You toss a pillow at his face. He catches it one-handed and grins like he knows exactly what he’s doing. And he does. James Potter is a menace like that — cocky in a way that should be annoying but somehow just makes your stomach flip. Loud and golden and warm in a way you want to live inside. He doesn’t realize how he makes you feel. Or maybe he does, and he’s too kind to say anything.

You shift so you’re facing him, head propped on your hand. “You ever gonna finish that book or just pretend you’re reading so you can look hot doing it?”

He closes the book. “You think I look hot reading?”

damn it— you didn’t mean to say that last part

“Shut up.”

“You do! You said it.”

“I didn’t say anything—”

“You said I look hot when I read. That’s what I heard.”

“Merlin, you’re insufferable.”

“And hot.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling, and he sees it. Of course he does. He always sees you in the ways you don’t mean for him to. Just… never in the ways you want.

He stretches again, arms above his head, and it’s ridiculous, really — how casual he is in the way he takes up space. Like this is just another night. Like you haven’t been on the edge of saying something real for weeks now.

“I’ve been thinking about something,” you say, too quietly.

James glances at you. “Yeah?”

You pick at a loose thread on the blanket. “Yeah. Just… you know when you’re waiting for the right time to say something?”

He tilts his head, curious. “What kind of something?”

You shrug. “The kind that might ruin everything.”

He goes still.

And you think ‘this is it.’

This is the moment. The one you’ve been avoiding for weeks, months maybe. All the nights you’ve sat too close on the common room couch. All the times he’s brushed your hand and you pretended it didn’t make your whole body burn. All the times he’s called you love and you swallowed it whole like it didn’t mean something.

“I’m just—” you hesitate, “I’m tired of pretending I don’t feel something.”

James doesn’t say anything at first. And that silence is worse than any rejection. It presses heavy against your chest, makes you want to shrink back and laugh it off, take it all back.

But then he says, “I thought I was imagining it.”

You blink. “What?”

He sits up, hair a mess, cheeks a little pink. “The way you look at me. The way you laugh at my stupid jokes. The way you wear my clothes and stay after everyone else leaves. I thought I was seeing what I wanted to see.”

“You weren’t.”

His eyes meet yours. Soft. Serious. “Can you see me?” he asks, barely above a whisper. “Because I’ve been waiting, too.”

You don’t realize you’re holding your breath until it releases all at once.

“You’re hard to read,” you admit. “And I’m— God, I’m terrified of saying the wrong thing.”

“If you want this,” he says, and he’s closer now, “then the pleasure’s all mine.”

Your heart stutters.

And then you’re kissing him. Or maybe he’s kissing you. It doesn’t matter. It’s clumsy and perfect and warm, and you make a noise in the back of your throat that sounds a lot like relief. His hands slide up your sides, careful and familiar, and you think, Oh.

This is what it feels like when something finally gives.

When the waiting stops.

When someone sees you.

He pulls back just enough to press his forehead to yours. “I wanted to do that for so long.”

“You could’ve.”

“You’re scary when you want to be.”

You grin. “You love it.”

“I do,” he says. “I really do.”

Later, you’ll fall asleep in his arms, legs tangled under the blanket, the rain outside still soft against the windows. You’ll wake up to the sound of Sirius yelling about breakfast and James whispering, five more minutes, love, like it’s always been this way.

But for now, it’s enough to be here.

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a/n: i am obsessed with hamilton and roblox but i am finally back on my tumblr grind

tags: @lydiascabinsix @lydiasfalling @laufeysvalentine

[sophsicle]

okay, hold my drink *hands u cursed ancient goblet full of mead* i gotta talk my shit for a second.

ive been seeing a lot of severus snape love recently. and this is fine, obviously, y'all can love whomever you want. but. i need to rant or i will explode. if we're talking about canon. severus snape spends his adult years, seven books of it in fact, abusing children. and his excuse for this is the girl he loved (tho not enough not to join a group actively trying to exterminate her) fell for the hot jock instead of him (a tragedy indeed, i weep 4 him, i really do). and also she died, which, admittedly is very sad.

it is simply crazy 2 me 2 look at that and think *romance* or *genuine care and affection*. LIKE. fo real. snape calls her a slur in public, apologizes in private, hangs out with dudes who commit hate crimes against her friends (CANONICALLY, she says "you've been hanging out with that douchebag Mulciber, how could you do that after what he did to Mary???" this is not a direct quote but like, it's close enough). lame. loser behaviour.

"Oh but what about regulus" i can hear you say "he loves James potter but snape doesn't love lily???" well. idk. maybe. bit different tho, innit? due to james not being the demographic regulus is attacking (which doesn't make regulus a better person but does make the dynamic between him and james different). ALSO. Regulus chooses to turn against voldemort without hope for anything in return. snape doesn't seem to give a shit about voldemort, he's just sad he's not gonna get to bang lily evans. he switches sides for that reason alone. also doesn't care about what happens to her husband or her son which like. considering lily would be pretty fucking destroyed if they died. once again points to my whole, he doesn't really give a shit about her, theory. lame. loser. behaviour.

also. im sorry. I"M SORRY. but what snape does to neville? to hermione? to harry? gross. a grown ass man out here telling an eleven year old neville he's worthless or hermione she's ugly and annoying. or spilling harry's potion and refusing to grade him for it???????????????

reg and draco are children when we see them at peak suckage and therefore they feel like they can be redeemed much more compellingly (CAN be, not SHOULD be, not HAVE to be, just narratively i think they are easier to turn into interesting, sympathetic characters). but snape? snape grows up into a garbage adult. like he doesn't get better. and again, the only real excuse we're given is his obsession with lily. not very demure. not very cutesy.

ALSO. yall remember that time he got a destitute, struggling Remus Lupin fired from the best job he ever had just because he felt like it? remember that time snape weaponized Remus's lycanthropy and people's prejudice against him just cause. like. literally just cause??? his ego was bruised after the shrieking shack incident so he was like "get wrecked Lupin I'm going to tell everyone your secret so you will be forced back out onto the streets" DO YALL REMEMBER THAT BITCH ASS MOVE????????? THAT HE DID AS A FULL ADULT.

IN CONCLUSION, this is silly and, of course, like i said at the start, everyone can have their own thoughts and feelings about characters, but i simply needed to interject here on behalf of snape haters everywhere because i feel like so much of snape's shitty behaviour as an adult during a time when he was really under no duress and was very safe and cozy, is ignored. and my hater heart just cannot let that stand.

[g1rld1ary]

hey! i am obsessed with the lifeguard!james series, i was thinking of an idea for part 8

so someone in the groups has like a cabin in a the woods and everyone goes out there for the year, and this year james is coming too - so basically we are all walking up to the cabin (maybe we can have a cute scene where we reveal some stuff about us in a convo with james) and we get there are draw names for who’s sharing and ofc we ‘accidentally’ get james so we’re basically sharing a room for two days and a bed - maybe we finally kiss by the end 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

lifeguard! james potter x fem!reader

wc: 3585

cw: all the usuals for this series

me: guys it happened!!! this is a lot longer and softer than some of the other parts but i'm rlly happy with it so hope u guys love it too!! and thank u to the anon who requested it, i hope u enjoy xx

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the stereo pumped an old classic at volumes that should have been illegal, but no one was complaining. you all sang along, crammed into marlene’s truck. you assumed sirius’ car wasn’t far behind, but it wasn’t in your sight.

you were in the backseat, legs stretched across james’ lap as he stared out the window. lily and marlene sat in the front seat, marlene the only one allowed to drive her ancient truck.

“so who’s place is this again?” james asked you quietly as the other two fought over radio stations.

“sirius’, of course. his family’s fucking loaded, they have this place in the woods and a boat docked down on the coast — ‘s ridiculous, honestly.”

“so why aren’t they spending the long weekend here?”

“who could say? they’re probably in greece or paris or kicking puppies or something.”

“good riddance,” marlene called, looking at you in the rearview mirror, “better for us.”

sirius’ cabin was only a few hours out from your town, but it felt like a whole other world. away from the hustle of town, the trees loomed over you in a knitted canopy, sunlight streaming through to make you all lazy and good-tempered.

you got stuck on luggage duty with james, payment for not having to do any of the driving or navigating.

“i can’t believe this,” you grumbled, slinging lily’s bag over your shoulder, “this is un-feminist.”

“it was 75% girls in that car, do you think any manual labour is unfeminist?” james asked with a smile.

“no,” you shot back quickly, “just any that i have to do.” james just laughed with a roll of his eyes, taking your bag out of your hands so you just had the one. you put up a half-hearted fight, which dissolved into an uncharacteristically shy smile, quickly trying to create a comeback or something to keep your banter going.

“how far away is this place?” james asked, craning his neck to catch a glimpse of where you’d be staying.

“dude, it’s so far,” you huffed, “the blacks are so stupid rich that you can’t even park at the cabin — it would ruin the freaky, isolated vibe if you could just see cars. you have to hike just to get there.”

a thin path stretched before you, grey stepping stones extending into the distance. the walkway was framed with trees, making the whole area hushed and peaceful.

“so why does sirius hate his parents so much?” james asked, letting you step onto the stones before him.

“they’re the worst. stupidly, ignorantly rich, they don’t respect him at all. we think they, you know, or have, but he’s never said anything. still, he sleeps over at one of ours almost every night during the school year. it’s a little better over the summer though, his parents fuck off to some exotic vacation and we get free reign of his place.”

“you guys are really good friends, huh?” james watched you hop from stone to stone, careful not to step on dirt in your own private game.

“we’ve basically all known each other since birth, it’s us or nothing. not much changes around here,” you sighed, then gave a small smile, “at least until you came, baywatch.”

“glad to be of service,” james laughed, messing with his hair. “so do you like it here?”

“god no! it’s so bloody boring — i mean, except for this summer, i suppose. but i can’t wait to get out, see the world, you know? not to influence your opinions or anything,” you joked, taking a moment to admire the sunlight filtering through the tree leaves.

“you don’t have to worry about that.” james shook his head, “this town sucks, respectfully. i mean, you’re the best thing about it by far — meaning the group! obviously!” you burst out in laughter, looking back at james with a grin.

he was all of a sudden startled by your appearance. twisting to glance back, you were bathed in golden sunlight, illuminating your features. your smile almost matched the glow, the whole moment moving as if in slow motion.

“good save, loverboy,” you teased, but james was slow to reply, taken aback by the moment. he stumbled over a comeback as well as his own feet, tripping to catch up to you.

finally, the whole gang had made it up to the cabin; you and james with the bags, and the other car, which had taken an extra rest stop and was twenty minutes behind.

lounged across the living room, you all looked to lily for what you knew was coming, except james. she flourished to present her hat, filled with your names on scraps of paper.

“alright, i will be rooming with… mary!” you all applauded like a ridiculous late-night show audience.

“why is this happening?” james asked in a whisper, leaning closer than strictly necessary to ask it. goosebumps raised where his mouth hovered next to your ear.

“peter and marlene both snore like hell, but neither of them want to share a room because they wake each other up. so we do it by chance, no one can get mad.”

“diplomatic.” james nodded, impressed.

you felt your stomach sink and dissolve into flips as lily read the next pairing: sirius and remus. you had terrible chances, either you got stuck with an awful snorer, or you were going to room with james for the weekend. you didn’t know which would be more intense.

the suspense ended with both peter and marlene yelling in dramatised agony; you would be sharing a room with james. lily looked much too pleased with herself for it to be an accident, but you didn’t say anything. how could you? it wasn’t like you were disappointed by it.

“come on, pretty, show me to our room,” james said from the sofa with a cocky grin, and you tried not to admire his thighs as he man-spread in his obnoxiously short shorts.

neither of you said anything as you walked into the bedroom you’d been allocated to, the elephant in the room staring you both in the face. one queen-sized bed. the room felt like it was heating up, but maybe that was just the unspoken tension between the two of you.

“we can put some pillows up or something, i don’t mind,” james said, turning to face you with the unnerving vulnerability you still hadn’t gotten used to. looking at him made your knees weak, so you surged ahead, tossing your duffle bag on the small armchair and opening the curtains. ”don’t be ridiculous, we’re not thirteen. we’re friends, we can keep things professional.”

“is that what we’re doing?” you could feel james behind you, hovering but not making contact. “are we strictly professional?”

you turned to face him, momentarily surprised at your closeness, you were practically mouth to mouth. you both stilled for a minute as you held loaded eye contact, the quiet of the room heavy around you. it would take the tiniest movement from either of you to finally —

“can you guys hurry up and get ready for the pool?” marlene yelled from down the hall, “we want to officially christen it together.”

you both jumped apart, a sudden shyness overtaking you. you bundled your towel and a book in your arms and gave james a small smile as you walked out.

“well, come on, baywatch. we haven’t got all day.” james was on your heels like a puppy, stuttering half-formed arguments about how you didn’t really need to go down to the pool. you laughed them off, continuing straight-faced towards the garden.

the pool was gorgeous, obviously. everything connected to sirius’ family was. you weren’t much of a swimmer — more of a sunbather if anything — but you were sure that if this pool were yours, you’d have wrinkly fingers all year-round.

you floated on the surface of the water, enjoying the feeling of the sun on your front half and the cool water on the back. your friends were chatting or playing around you, but the whole garden had a serene air about it, peace coming from fleeing your town.

that was, at least, until james swam across the bottom of the pool, popping up to grab your middle and pull you under with him, your scream cutting off as you were dunked.

“dick!” you laughed as you resurfaced, slapping james’ chest, trying to ignore the muscle definition under your hands. you pushed yourself off the pool floor, intending to jump onto james to take him down in retaliation, but he was two steps ahead of you, catching you with his hands around your waist, slamming you again into the water as you laughed hysterically.

you both wrestled in the water as the others watched on, laughing at the ridiculousness.

“sirius!” you yelled, glancing over your shoulder, “help me!” sirius looked between you and remus in disbelief, reluctantly pushing himself up.

“come on, mckinnon, i’m not gonna be the third wheel here. take him down with me.” the two dived into the pool, helping you to finally overpower james and dunk him under the water. he put up an honourable fight — clearly his hours at the gym weren’t for nothing.

“alright, alright!” james laughed, putting his hands up in surrender, throwing you away from him one more time.

“chicken?” marlene asked, not wanting to waste getting in the water. you brightened up at once, nodding eagerly.

“c’mon, baywatch. don’t let me down now.” you grinned, pushing james down by his shoulders so you could sit on them, not not noticing the ease with which he held you up.

you stared down marlene with playful seriousness, preparing for a fight. peter was your referee, commentating for the rest of the group as you began to fight.

you and marlene interlocked fingers, reaching and wobbling as you tried to knock the other off. the group’s interest had been piqued, gathering around to cheer and trash-talk as the four of you battled.

“hold on, babe,” james said amongst the chaos, clearly not realising what he’d said and pursued his original goal, shifting you around as he grabbed marlene’s feet, launching her backwards off of sirius’ shoulders, winning you the game.

you put aside your feelings about james’ little pet name, jumping off his shoulders to throw your arms around his neck. you yelled with glee, making a splash as the two of you celebrated.

“suck it, losers!” you yelled, sticking your tongue out at your opponents. james hoisted you up so you were sitting on one of his shoulders, flexing your own biceps as if you were the one who made any impact in the game.

“whatever, let’s switch. you up for it, potter?” marlene asked, high-fiving you as you passed her to get to sirius.

“take him down,” sirius laughed, dipping under the water so you could get on his shoulders. “you’ve got the power here.” you just giggled, shaking your head as you prepared.

just before peter counted down to start, you adjusted your triangle bikini top, ensuring you were safe for physical activity. james caught the moment incidentally, and he was a goner.

peter yelled for you both to start but james hardly heard, eyes locked on the bounce of your breasts as you leant to attack marlene, laughing freely as you held onto each other. james was in a daze, enraptured by your body and your boobs, bouncing dramatically as sirius took an underwater step towards james, ceremoniously shoving him over.

james, completely distracted, took the fall with full force, bringing both him and marlene crashing into the water with various profanities.

“dude,” marlene moaned when she resurfaced, “what’s the point of all those muscles if you’re gonna lose a fucking strength game?”

“sorry,” james said, tone somewhere in between trying to make it out as a joke and shameful that he really, truly lost a game of chicken because he was staring at your tits.

he caught sirius’ eye — purely by chance — and flushed a deep shade of red when sirius winked, enjoyment clear on his face.

“no hard feelings, right, mate?” he grinned, the innuendo clear to the boys but innocent enough that no one else would notice. james shoved him playfully, and the moment was over; everyone going back to what they were doing before.

by dinner, the whole group was exhausted in the way that only happened on the summer holidays, when the sun and water had wiped you out and only a hazy pleasantness remained.

you lounged around on the ridiculously nice outdoor furniture, gorging on pizzas and pastas that remus, peter and mary had cooked for you all. you, lily and sirius were on cocktail duty, mixing drinks with ridiculous alcohol content, mostly due to sirius.

you were all ridiculously happy, the summer evening breeze only lifting your spirits with it. remus had put on one of his incredibly niche playlists, which made you feel like you were coming to the end of a coming-of-age movie.

the group was playing catan, all lounged around the beautiful glass outdoor coffee table, a few candles and lamps illuminating the board through the night. to fit the six-person limit, you and james were on one team, to which all your friends shot you knowing looks, and sirius and peter were another team, whilst everyone else played on their own. ordinarily, remus and sirius would, of course, be playing together, but remus got surprisingly competitive, and no one wanted to disrupt his master plan.

to say you were playing was an overstatement; james did all the important gameplay with one arm wrapped around your waist, absentmindedly tracing gentle patterns on the exposed skin from your bathing suit, which made it difficult for you to focus on very much at all. you were cuddled into his side under the guise of an evening chill, though making no moves to rectify the situation with any other clothing or blankets.

it was past midnight when you all called it a day, everyone helping to clean up and wash the dishes you’d used.

“you go up and change or whatever, i’ll just finish drying these,” you told james, wiping a dishtowel over a plate. he nodded, disappearing around a corner.

you did your chore in peaceful silence for a few minutes as remus washed up next to you. it was quiet until lily walked in for a glass of water, leaning suspiciously against a countertop.

“aren’t you glad james is part of our group now, remus?” she said, voice dripping with false innocence. remus rolled his eyes playfully next to you, committing to lily’s bit anyway.

“yeah, he’s a really nice guy. hope he sticks around for a while.”

“alright, cut the shit, evans. say whatever it is you’re talking around.” you smiled despite your harsh words, turning to face her with a hand on your hip.

“i’m just wondering when you’re gonna make an actual move.”

“oh, fuck off,” you laughed, going back to drying.

“to be fair, you’ve been torturing the poor guy all summer,” remus said, “and it’s obvious you actually like him now, not just as a set of abs.”

“you guys make me sound so terrible.” both your friends exchanged a look, and lily just wished you luck as she disappeared back toward her bedroom.

you met james up in your room soon after, changing in the bathroom into your pyjama shorts and t-shirt you’d picked up a million years ago.

“nice outfit,” james said from the bed, and you realised how stupid the childish design must look. rainbows and care bears faded from hundreds of washes.

“shut up,” you giggled, sliding into your side of the bed, switching off the lamp so you were showered in darkness. you and james were both laid on your sides, facing each other. one hand was under your cheek, the other resting on the mattress between you both.

you chatted about nothing for a while, the light of the moon and stars illuminating james’ features as he told you about the football match that happened over the weekend. you were perfectly happy talking about absolutely nothing with james, you were honestly surprised at the way you were yet to run out of conversation over a summer of almost constant hanging out.

the conversation lulled for a moment, both of you staring into the other’s eyes. over your talk, your hands had subconsciously gravitated together, pinkies barely brushing.

“tell me a secret,” you said. the world seemed quiet around you, only the occasional chirp of a cricket outside disturbing your bubble.

“i really like singin’ in the rain,” james confessed, “i know it’s uncool but i rewatch it every time i’m sick.”

“that is so cute,” you grinned, lifting your resting hand up to mess with his curls. james swatted your hand away with a laugh, and you returned it to its place, pinky interlocking with james’. “that’s not what i meant, though. tell me something you’ve never told anyone else.”

james stared at the connection point of your hands, thinking.

“you’re probably my first real friend. well, you and your group at least.”

“what?” it wasn’t what you expected.

“i’m an only child and i grew up kind of isolated from other kids. when i went to school everyone thought i was a freak, so… i’ve just been kind of alone. until you guys were so nice to me.” you looked at each other for a long moment, evidently neither of you expecting that to be james’ secret. “um, now you tell me one.” james smiled awkwardly, clearly eager to move on from his admission.

it was your turn to pause. what was an appropriate secret to spill? it was now or never, you supposed. you closed your eyes.

“i’m scared of you.”

“what?” you could feel james go rigid against the mattress, dread creeping into his voice.

“i’m scared of how you make me feel. that you’re not just hot. that i like talking to you, that i never want to go home when i’m with you. i’m scared that… maybe this thing between us isn’t just for fun, for me.”

the silence suddenly felt deafening instead of comforting. you’d never felt this vulnerable before. you didn’t do crushes and lovesickness and midnight confessions; none of this came naturally to you.

“are you gonna say anything?” you asked quietly, worried you were going to start crying if james remained silent.

“give me a second, honey, i’m checking if i’m dreaming,” james said with a goofy smile, eliciting a girlish giggle from you.

“huh?” your smile grew without your consent.

“did you think all this flirting was just for fun? lovely, i think you’re amazing. of course, it was initially attraction, but you’re funny and exciting and kind. this summer has been the best of my life because of you.” james reached out, warm hand resting on your cheek.

the moment was heavy between you as your eyes flickered between james’ and his lips, and you knew he was doing the same. you couldn’t say who it was who finally pushed forward, but when it finally happened, your entire body lit up, every nerve ending erupting into flames as james shifted to be closer to you.

the kiss was gentle, a testament to james’ previous statement. it wasn’t just about the physical attraction anymore. his hand slid up your face into your hair as his other snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him on the mattress in a way that sent butterflies shooting around your insides.

when you finally pulled away, you had no control over your wide smile or the gleeful giggle that was so opposite to your usual cool demeanour. james’ eyes were bright with identical joy, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you stared at each other. you bit your lip to contain your laughter, moving so you could wrap your arms around james, his warmth comforting against you.

the next morning, shrouded in blankets and cuddled into james’ side, you both decided not to strictly mention that anything had happened between you two. it wasn’t a secret, per se, but neither of you was ready to put a label on anything, and it was just easier to keep everyone believing you were still doing your will-they-won’t-they thing.

the rest of the weekend consisted of stolen kisses and lingering touches, trying not to giggle whenever you locked eyes with james.

in the car on the ride home, both of you asleep intertwined across the back seat, lily and marlene finally dared to talk about it, lily glancing in the rearview mirror to where your head rested on james’ chest.

“do you think they fucked?” she asked, stopping into a petrol station to fill up marlene’s truck.

“oh, they definitely fucked,” marlene laughed, turning to observe you. “and thank god for that.”

[izels-writing]

j. potter — how forever feels! [6/7]

Pairing: james potter x hopeless romantic!fem! reader

Summary: the stars have aligned and you and james' futures have intertwined.

Warnings: fake dating!!, ANGST, james and peter argue, james’ pov for certain scenes, lowk ooc peter now that i think abt it, REDEMPTION ARC FOR A CERTAIN CHARACTER, i’m just now realizing how american my dialogue is WHOOPS, let me know if i miss any warnings!!

PART ONE - PART TWO - PART THREE - PART FOUR — PART FIVE — PART SIX

a/n; can we talk abt the real love story that is peter and b/f/n 🥹 ALSO this is the second to last part 😈

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let me know if u want to be added!!

you ate another spoonful of ice cream, wiping your eyes as you read your romance book. it was sweet and heart wrenching at the same time. your head only turned away from your book as b/f/n entered the room happily. but at the sight of you, she frowned in concern.

"you haven't moved since i left?" she asked softly, walking over to sit at the foot of your bed across from you.

"i did!" you insisted, holding the ice cream up.

it had been two weeks since you'd 'broken' up with james. at which when you came back crying, you explained the entire situation to b/f/n. she had understood ultimately and hadn't told anyone. even peter, who she'd recently starting seeing.

"to get ice cream," she replied pointedly. she pulled your book from your hand, throwing it onto her own bed. "you're torturing yourself, y/n!"

you shook your head. "whatever, how was your date?" you asked curiously, smiling assuringly.

b/f/n smiled. "it was...amazing. everything i'd ever dreamed of," she whispered, lying back in the bed—with the biggest smile you'd ever seen on her.

"we went star gazing, had some snacks," she smiled, shaking her head. "he's so funny, y/n, like unbelievably funny,"

you laughed and nodded. "yeah, peter definitely has jokes,"

she rolled her body, propping her head up to look at you. "he said james' been in a funk since...you know," she commented casually, fidgeting with your duvet.

"he'll get over it," you replied, taking another spoonful of ice cream into your mouth. "lily will go out with him soon enough," you avoided b/f/n's expectant gaze.

she sighed. "sweetie, you know i love you more than words can describe and i hate james for what he did to you,"

you looked up at her, raising an eyebrow. "but...?"

"but, i really do think you need to talk to him. get some closure, for both of you. this isn't doing you any good. you—the most driven person i know—doesn't get up unless you run out of ice cream and he hasn't pranked anyone in weeks—pranks, y/n!" she insisted.

you shook your head. you wanted nothing more than to talk to james. but you were also self-aware. the second he apologized to you and gave you that soft, loving look—you'd fall for it again. at the end of the day, he loved lily. and you, as much as you didn't say it, wanted someone who would only love you. that's what was in all the romance books...right?

"i can't, b/f/n, i just can't okay?" you muttered, shaking your head. "can we just drop it?" 

b/f/n sighed and sat up. "fine, wanna have a spa night?" she looked at you up and down. "cause you need it,"

you furrowed your brows. "that was hurtful,"

b/f/n raised her brows. "it is, but it's also the truth,"

you sighed. "yeah, yeah..."

——

james lied back on the couch in the common room, staring at the ceiling as he tossed the snitch up and caught it. over and over. he hadn't done his homework and truthfully, he didn't want to do his homework.

he wanted to talk to you.

lily walked over, a small smile on her face. she sat on the coffee table in front of him and tilted her head. "you alright?" she asked.

james, at her presence, suddenly smile and nodded. "yeah, i'm alright. where are you coming from?" he asked.

"double herbology, which is a pain," she sighed. "what're you doing here all by yourself?"

he shrugged. "just thinking,"

lily chuckled. "sounds inquisitive...so, listen..." she cleared her throat, suddenly looking rather serious.

james turned to her, giving her his full attention. he had liked lily for ages, he knew that. he felt something for her, he knew that too. the time they'd been spending together was fun. but it felt different than before. when his crush had been at its height.

"do you want to go to hogsmeade...with me? this saturday?" she asked shyly, offering a kind smile.

james smiled kindly. "yeah, of course, lily—i'd love to," he answered automatically, even though, no he really didn't feel like it.

"great! it's a date," she smiled softly. "i'll see you saturday then,"

but suddenly, she looked up and her face went solemn—almost guilty looking. james furrowed his brows and sat up, following her gaze. his face dropped as he saw what she had seen.

there you were—walking past them, tears in your eyes. james felt an indescribable pain in his chest at the sight, he wanted to follow you and talk to you. but his legs would not move, his mouth would not speak, and his chest just hurt. when he turned around to face lily, she had stood up and walked off and looked just as conflicted herself.

james lied back on the couch and frowned, feeling absolutely awful.

——

"are you alright?" b/f/n asked, watching as you moved your dinner around on your plate.

you hadn't been hungry, and the first time you actually step foot outside of your dorm to eat dinner with everyone else, you had overheard lily asking james on a date.

talk about luck, right?

"lily asked james on a date," you muttered. b/f/n sighed and placed a comforting hand on yours.

"i'm sorry, y/n," she mumbled.

you shrugged. "it's fine, am i hurt? yes, but it's the first step to getting over it. i'll be okay,"

b/f/n was not as easily convinced, but she dropped it and you both sat there in silence. a howl of laughter caught both of your attention, coming from sirius.

that was certainly one thing you missed about being with james, not just james himself, but the boys you had begun to call friends too. you knew you shouldn't have gotten close, knowing it was all temporary, but how could you not? they were the best lot you had ever been around.

"you can sit with peter, you know," you told her reassuringly, smiling softly at b/f/n. "i'm not going to wither away from eating dinner alone,"

"no, no," b/f/n chuckled. "pete and i talked about it. lunch is our time, every other time, i'm spending it with you the same way he spends it with james—i'm not very fond of him anyway,"

you knew that was certainly a lie. b/f/n had grown close to james, like the others, since her breakup with benjamin. especially whenever the three of you hung out after b/f/n had wallowed for days. james and b/f/n had developed their own dynamic and you knew she considered him a friend.

"i know you guys are friends, you don't have to stop on my account," you assured, smiling softly at her.

b/f/n met your eyes and smiled warmly. "you were my friend first, and you are the best person i've ever met, I wouldn't trade that for anybody—not even james or pete," she told you seriously.

"that's weirdly intimate," you chuckled. emotional connections were not your strongest forte, even though you desperately wanted them to be. "i love you too," you assured.

b/f/n smiled at you brightly.

——

when saturday rolled around, james fretted over every last detail. should he try to comb his hair back? no, you liked his hair messy. but lily was not you. should he buy flowers? live flowers died much to quickly in your care and made you sad. but lily was not you. should he wear something casual? you liked his more casual looks, often complimenting him constantly. but lily was not you. but most of all, you liked james exactly as he was. would lily?

james consulted with marlene, who knew lily best. she had advised him of things that, for lack of a better word, were uncomfortable to james. she liked specific flowers, casual but nice attire, gentleman attributes, someone who could stimulate her intellectually, someone who didn't smell too overpowering. james didn't want to disappoint lily. but he also had no idea how to please her.

james shook his head, palming his face. "i can't go, can't do this..." he huffed.

"then don't," peter replied shortly. sirius smacked his chest and remus gave peter a disapproving look.

"mate, you've dream of this day since you met lily, it'll be fine!" sirius assured. was he used to not having you around? no, he missed you dearly. but he had to be supportive of james—his brother.

"james, she likes you, it'll go fine," remus assured. he too missed you, but james was his best friend. he couldn't not support him.

now, peter was the only one not hiding his true feelings. but he had that tendency. he was honest, brutally honest and always said how he felt. which was surprising, given he practically worshipped his friends. but he wouldn't shy away when it came to stuff like this. b/f/n had told him all about how you were doing, and while he'd never share it with any of them, he wouldn't blindly support james either. b/f/n had had that influence.

"wormy?" james asked hopefully.

peter looked at him. "i don't think you should go," he replied curtly. sirius and remus turned to him in surprise.

"what? why?" james asked.

peter shook his head. "would you listen if i even told you? sirius and remus are right, you like lily. a lot." he replied.

"but...?" james pressed.

peter took a deep breath. "honestly, i think you like y/n more. no, sorry, i think you love her. lily is an infatuation; someone you were obsessed with because you couldn't have her. y/n, you actually spent time with and got to know her. she laughed at your jokes, even though they were stupid and not funny. if anything, maybe i'm hoping you love her, because if you used her as an ego-boost, i would be disappointed—"

"i would never do that to her!" james replied angrily. peter's words had clearly struck a nerve. "i...i would never,"

"then why are you up lily's arse?!" peter exclaimed back. "you had a perfectly good girl in front of you and you chose the girl who didn't give you the time of day until this year!"

sirius and remus looked at each other in shock. peter hardly fought with any of them, let alone said the things he was saying now. he was easy going and agreed with stuff more often than not. to see him stand up to james? it was groundbreaking.

"you don't know what you're talking about!" james exclaimed back. "she broke up with me, remember?!"

peter chuckled humorlessly. "really? is that what you want to go with? james, the second lily started coming up to you for help, you were lost. lily is great, but y/n? she was great for you." he said, poking james' chest.

peter shook his head. "it's terrible to me that you can't see that."

before james could say anything else, peter left. he slammed the door behind him and went merlin-knows-where. sirius and remus looked at james, who looked rather upset.

"i have to meet lily soon, i'll see you both later," james muttered, avoiding their gaze. james didn't need to look at them to know they agreed with peter.

and james left.

as soon as he met with lily, james' spirits had lifted slightly. he smiled at her and talked adamantly with her, ensuring in saying all the right things marlene had advised him about it. but it felt...strange. wrong.

they walked to the carriages together, side by side, but james couldn't help the feeling of wanting distance between them. before, he would've jumped at the chance of them being this close. but ever since you, he didn't want to be that close with anyone else.

but that had to be after affects of a breakup, right?

"and i was telling my cousin about how childish pranks are—" lily began, speaking of some incident with her cousin that james had only been half-listening to.

"you think pranks are childish?" james interjected.

"uh..yeah, i do," lily admitted. "which is why i was glad you had stopped doing them,"

"but they're fun. obviously not the ones that hurt people, but harmless pranks are fun," james insisted, a small smile on his face. "like, this one time the lads and i turned marlene's hair pink and she went around the whole day with pink hair,"

lily chuckled. "i remember...i dunno, i just think it's obnoxious," she shrugged. "but agree to disagree right?"

james nodded, though he didn't quite agree with that either. you laughed at all his pranks, even the immature ones. obviously not at the ones he used to do, when he was a bully, but the new ones? the immature and childish ones that were harmless? you laughed and even helped him with some of them.

lily quickly launched into her story about her cousin again, not noticing james' slightest shift in mood. how could she have?

she didn't seem to know him at all.

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you and b/f/n giggled to yourselves as you picked up a greeting card with some corny line printed on it. she had dragged you to hogsmeade and while you were not in the mood, you figured it would be a better way to spend the day than holed up in your room. you only hoped james and lily wouldn't bump into you.

peter had joined you guys too and it gave you a strange sense of deja vu. except, this time, the roles were reversed.

"b/f/n? do you want this?" peter asked, holding up a small vase that held quills. it was beautiful decorated and really seemed like something b/f/n would own. she had picked it up earlier but decided she didn't have  enough money for it.

"oh, yeah i did, but i don't have enough," she chuckled, crouching down to put the greeting card back.

you and peter looked at each other and you nodded, smiling softly at him. he smiled back and went over to the cashier counter, buying it while she was distracted.

b/f/n stood up again, turning to you and then to look at peter but found he was gone. quickly, you dragged her off to some corner of the store and distracted her, when you bumped into someone on accident.

you turned to apologize, but your soft smile quickly fell. b/f/n's face quickly dropped.

"oh, hey guys," benjamin replied nervously. "how are you guys?"

"let's just go," you told b/f/n, noticing her angry look.

"no, listen, wait! i want to apologize!" benjamin insisted. but he certainly didn't try to touch you after last time.

you rolled your eyes and b/f/n scoffed, but he sighed. "what i did was fucked up, okay? i should've never put either of you through that. especially you, b/f/n, i'm sorry i was a terrible boyfriend and an even worse friend..." he said sincerely.

you kept your stony face, but b/f/n sighed and nodded. "okay, apology accepted..." she replied kindly. "i know now that we didn't belong together and peter is the best boyfriend and being mad at you? it just seems pointless, now y/n? she has every right to be mad at you,"

you noticed his sincere nature and his pleading eyes. you groaned. "fine, i also accept your apology. i guess at the end of the day, you were right, james was making googly eyes at lily..." you shrugged.

benjamin let out a sigh of relief. "oh thank god, thank you...i miss you two and i know this doesn't mean we'll be friends again, but i'm really hoping we will eventually," he replied hopefully.

you chuckled and b/f/n smiled softly. "we'll certainly think about it. . .bye," you replied with a small laugh before dragging her away and out of the store where peter was waiting.

"everything alright? i heard you guys talking in there, sort of," peter smiled. b/f/n grinned at him and kissed his cheek.

"everything's perfect," she smiled.

but your eyes had drifted and noticed lily and james enter the three broomsticks. james had kept the door open for her and as she walked in, his eyes met yours. he looked...upset when he saw you. you quickly turned away.

"can we do? i'm a little cold," you mumbled, despite the early march air.

b/f/n and peter looked confused but nodded anyway and continued to lead the way, oblivious to your mood. you followed behind them, wondering what james' sad look was about. he got what he wanted, didn't he?

——

any hope that james had of enjoying this date was gone. he wasn't enjoying it much to begin with, but seeing you was the icing on the cake. he missed you. missed your regular dates and your conversations. with lily it wasn't the same and the more time he spent with her, the more he came to the realization that should've smacked him in the face a long time ago.

he liked lily, sure. but as a friend.

she was easy to talk to and funny, but she was only good as a friend. they weren't compatible. and his idea of being with her was just that, an idea that should've never come to life to begin with.

lily did not understand his love for quidditch. she thought the sport was rather violent. she did not enjoy transfiguration like he did. she did not see the joy in blowing off steam. she was straight to the point and always working. she didn't understand james' weird quirks, like hating the color green but loving the color of the lawn at home. she didn't understand him.

moreover, she did not laugh the way you did. she did not smile with the same happiness you did. she did not believe in the same notions you did. she did not enjoy the corny jokes he made. she did not roll her eyes but laugh at his flirty jokes either. she was nothing like you. you were funny and lovely and all the good things in the dictionary—you were warm and soft and somehow closed off and tough at the same time.

james didn't understand you the way he should, but he certainly wanted to spend the rest of his life trying to.

"james? are you alright?" lily asked, interrupting his thoughts.

james lifted his gaze from his butterbeer, where the foam had oddly started to resemble your face. maybe he was going crazy.

"i made a mistake," he blurted. lily furrowed her brows in confusion.

"i think you're wicked, lily, i really do," james replied kindly. "but i think the more we grew up, the more i've started to see you as a friend..."

lily smiled softly and nodded. "yeah...i sort of started to see that today," she replied kindly. "and i do like you, james. it took me a long time to see it, but i can tell you're in love with y/n,"

"really?" james asked.

"definitely," lily chuckled. "i think that's why i felt so guilty asking you on a date but i just couldn't let the chance pass by, i needed to know for sure...i suppose,"

james smiled sadly. "i'm really sorry, lily, i didn't mean to lead you on like this,"

lily chuckled. "don't worry about it, james—i'll bounce back, i'm lily evans," she joked. but it was more than a joke. it was a reassurance that james didn't have to feel bad.

"i really hope we can still be friends," james added.

lily nodded. "absolutely, i'd like that."

——

a few hours later, james had returned to his dorm and the three of them waited for peter to make his way back. mostly to apologize, he had had a point but the rest of them had dismissed it like they usually did. not to mention, james needed advice from peter—now more than ever. 

peter entered the dorm, shrugging his coat off and stopping in his tracks at the sight of his three friends staring at him. especially james, who had been angry at him earlier, who was now looking at him apologetically. 

"was i gone for that long?" peter asked, a teasing tone in his voice despite him still being upset with james. 

james stood up. "wormy, i'm so sorry i didn't listen. i was just obsessed with this version of lily in my head, i was so stupid. you were right and now i've lost y/n! i just didn't know when i started this that i'd fall in love with her!' james blurted. 

the other three boys exchanged looks. james hadn't said much since his return, just that his date with lily had been lousy. this bit of information had been a surprise to them all. 

"started what, prongs?" sirius asked sternly, crossing his arms. all three of them focused their eyes on james expectantly. 

james sighed and covered his face. "you'll laugh at me," james said, though muffled. 

"not anymore than we already have," remus retorted, shrugging as james glared at him. 

"okay, y/n had these letters mailed on accident to each boy she has ever loved. when i got mine, she kissed me but only to distract benjamin who had also gotten a letter. at the time, b/f/n and benjamin were still dating. i was still trying to get lily to like me. so, y/n and i devised a...plan where we'd pretend to date to get benjamin off her back and get lily jealous so she'd like me! but then during winter break, things got serious!" james blurted, taking a deep breath after his rambled on explanation. "you three cannot tell anyone! y/n would hate me even more than she already does!" 

all three boys were at a loss for words, blinking at james as he awaited their responses. peter, however, looked the least shocked. though b/f/n hadn't explicitly said it, she implied something of this sort when they were talking about y/n and james.

"oh, wow, you're dumber than i thought," sirius laughed. "you seriously thought this would work without any consequences?"

james furrowed his brows. "but it did..."

"no, it didn't, you twat! you're in love with her!' remus exclaimed. "and now you have to find a way to win her back!"

"it's no use, lads," james said, shaking his head as he threw himself on remus' bed. "she doesn't want me back," 

peter finally spoke up. "yes, she does," 

james looked at him hopefully. "really? did she say that? what specifically did she say?" he asked pleadingly. 

peter weighed his thoughts for a moment. "okay, not in so many words, but she misses you, prongs. i think if you truly apologize and make it up to her, she'll forgive you..." 

james grinned. "so you're saying if i come up with a plan, she'll take me back? wormy, you're a genius!" james sat up and kisses peter's forehead, despite the smaller boys protest. then, just as quickly, he left the dorm. 

peter sighed. "i meant he needs to talk to her..."

remus shook his head. "he has the comprehension skills of a goat..."

[mischievousmoony]

Omg I love ur James fics. You think you could do one where reader finally feels comfortable getting drunk while going out with their group because she knows James is there to take care of her. Ur drunk reader x James interactions are too cute. I feel like I always have a hard time letting go cause I’m afraid I’ll need to take care of my other friends haha. Love your work!

thank u love! i have fun writing them, i just know james would be so caring! ps thank you for being patient ik this request came in a while ago

𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍

⟢ james potter x fem!reader ⊹ 1.0k ⟢ warnings/tags: intoxication (i think that’s it but lmk if i missed any pls)

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"But what if Sirius tries to get a new tattoo again?" you ask, twisting back and forth with a steady squeak, squeak, squeak of your barstool.

James clasps his hand on your shoulder, turning you one last time to face him. "Remus is watching him."

"What if Marlene tries to go on another one of her adventures?"

Marlene has a knack for getting herself into precarious situations when she gets drunk, which she likes to call her “little adventures.” Usually, this means going home with a stranger, whether it’s for a hookup or to steal their lightbulbs because they looked at her wrong.

"Lily’s got her.”

"What if I do something stupid?" you ask, now swinging your legs. The nerves eating away at you just won’t let you sit still.

James puts his other hand on your knee, soothing you with a gentle squeeze. "I'm watching you," he says. After thinking it over for a moment, he adds, “And I don't think you'll do anything stupid. Even if you do, I'll do something more stupid so that nobody notices."

This earns him a giggle from you, and he’s happy to see you smiling. He picks up your glass, which is now covered in beads of water, plenty of time having passed for condensation to run its course. He dries what he can with a napkin because he knows you hate when the droplets land in your lap.

You once asked him why it happened, even though you knew the answer. He simply told you it was science.

“Science is stupid,” you had said, eyes fixating on several small spots of water soaking into your jeans.

Now, James wraps your glasses with napkins. He holds out your drink, a black napkin enveloped around it, as he asks, “You want to do this, right?”

You peek into the glass and watch the dwindling ice cubes swirl around in a vodka cran; a drink that James had called “beginner friendly.”

“Yeah,” you answer shyly.

James frowns. “It’s okay if you’ve changed your mind.”

You chew your bottom lip, thinking it over. A part of you wants to forget it, but another part of you knows you’d be disappointed in yourself for chickening out again.

You wrap your hand around the glass, cringing at the squish of the soggy napkin beneath your fingertips. You don’t know what’s worse: this feeling or the water dripping all over you. But James’ attempts to help make you feel warm inside, so you don’t complain.

“No, I still want to do this.”

“Then I’m here for you. Promise.” James gives your knee another squeeze.

You cast a look toward your friends. For years, you've nominated yourself as the designated driver. Or you've claimed to have early morning obligations. You've always felt better knowing someone sober was around to deliver plenty of water and carb-rich snacks to your incapacitated friends.

That was your excuse, anyway. Not that it isn't one of your concerns, but truthfully, something about drinking makes you feel uneasy. You always knew your friends were safe because you've been there, ready to hold back anyone's hair or stray them away from bad decisions. If you drank too, how could you be sure your friends would have someone to depend on? How could you be sure you would have someone to depend on?

Then, you started dating James, and you found a level of trust you never knew was possible. You know you can depend on him for anything.

When you admitted to him why you never drink when you go out, he swore up and down that he would be there for you.

Remembering his promise summons a wave of courage. You shoot James a nervous smile, and take your first sip, scrunching your nose as it burns your tongue.

"This is kind of gross."

James barks a laugh, "We can try to find something you'd like better next round. That is, if you decide to have another."

Feeling brave, you do have another. That's when you discovered something called the Cosmic Lemon Fizz; a drink that sparkles with edible glitter and manages to be blue, green, and yellow all at once. You laughed when you saw it, not knowing how in for it you were.

"Jamie!" you exclaim after taking a sip of your third Cosmic Lemon Fizz. "This tastes like happy feels!" you gasp as if the thought had just occurred to you, despite this being the fourth time you tell him.

"I bet it does!" James cheers. His eyes wrinkle in the corners as he beams at you.

"You should try one!" you declare, and immediately try to flag over the bartender.

James smoothly takes your hand, stopping you as he says, "No can do. Made a promise to a pretty girl that I wouldn't have a drop tonight."

You whip your head around. "Who!?" you ask, eyes wide.

"Who do you think, pretty girl," he says, poking you in the side.

Giggles escape you and you swat his hand away. He doesn't go far, lifting his arm to brush some stray hairs out of your face. His hand lingers on the side of your face, soothing the pad of his thumb against your cheek.

You lean into his touch, gazing up at him with an affectionate glaze in your eyes; a look that gives him butterflies.

"Wowww," you say dreamily. "You're handsome."

James feels his heart flip in his chest. "Thank you, love," he says, a soft smile playing at his lips.

"Hey," Sirius says, appearing out of nowhere as he lazily throws an arm over your shoulders, "How's it going over here?"

While you're distracted with Sirius, James waves over the bartender and replaces your drink with water. The next time you reach for your glass, you hesitate.

"Where's my cosmo magic fizzy thingy?" you ask, an eyebrow raised as you glance at James.

"You must've finished it," he shrugs, acting clueless.

"That's like the oldest trick in the book. You replaced it with water and now you're trying to be sneaky!"

"I don't know what you're talking about," James feigns innocence.

You giggle, bringing the straw to your lips. "I knew you'd take care of me. I love you," you say, happily sipping your water.

James feels another eye-wrinkling smile break out on his face. "I love you too, pretty girl."

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[underoospeterparker]

(Extremely basic request) James Potter with an angry love confession? Bonus points if best friends to lovers 🤭

i wanted to do a soft love confession so sorry baby if u hate it send me another request

best friends to lovers james potter x fem!reader

It’s only when you're standing in front of him, cheeks pink from the cold, hands stuffed inside your pockets that you realise you cannot breathe when he is near. 

James isn't smiling like he usually does, no, his eyes are flickering with an emotion you can't identify as he surveys you.

You blink once, twice, watching intently as he crosses his hands over his chest. “Why’d you want to talk?” You manage to ask him, hesitant. It’s strange, you think, that you had shifted from being so comfortable in front of each other that you let your guards down, only to shield them back up again when faced with a moment of insecurity. It’s in human nature, really. 

He doesn’t say anything for a minute, watching you as if he’s never seen you before, and you're suddenly brought back to that night, curled up in his arms, him dotting kisses along your temple as he soothed your cries, his brows furrowed in concern just like they are now. “We need to talk,” he says simply. 

“About what?” You reach a hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his hazel eyes following the movement, fingers twitching at his side as if he aches to do it himself. 

James sighs then, seemingly disappointed, and you feel an unfamiliar pang in your chest. “You know exactly what.”

You swallow. “I still like you,” You say quietly, eyes shifting to the ground, suddenly unable to meet his gaze. “I’ve said it before. And I know you haven’t reciprocated it, but you don’t have to-”

He cuts you off. “I don’t like you. I never have.” 

Your eyes flicker up to meet his, sadness practically tearing your chest apart. “Okay,” you whisper. The silence is deafening. “That’s okay.” 

He leans down, head tilting so he can catch your eyes. There’s a frustration there, but his features are soft. “I love you, sweetheart. ‘Like’ doesn’t adequately convey how I feel for you. I’m so in love with you my chest physically hurts.” James swallows then, bending down to cup your cheeks in his hands. 

“Whenever we say goodbye, I’m already excited for the next time I can see you. My heart is completely and utterly yours. That kind of love, honey. I love you.”

Your heart flutters. “You love me?”

He smiles at you, and you instantly melt. “Yeah. You’re pretty easy to fall in love with.”

“I love you too, Jamie,” you blurt, a red hue spreading across your cheeks. “Of course I love you. Meeting you was one of the best things that’s ever happened to me.” You watch James's brown eyes go soft, and he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you flush to his chest. 

It doesn't seem like I love you will ever go unsaid again. 

[ccccatttta]

hello ladies and gentlemen, i am here to show my marauders fancasts. this post will be long as fuck im afraid, but i have stuff to say. cheers!

james potter as michael cimino

PAPIIIIIRRHAWWWRWWGRA i mean ha. he's cute. mi gente latino

regulus black as choi beomgyu (txt)

my baby star candy, my sunshine, my everything. also! his voice is one of the prettiest things on earth and i totally think regulus would sing like that

sirius black as hwang hyunjin (stray kids)

he's so androgynous,,,, like if a man and a woman had a baby.

remus lupin as esteban kukurickza (actor)

these low quality ahh photos, this man is hard to catch fr. he IS remus lupin you can't change my mind on this + the actor knows we see him as remus and embraces it, god bless you kuku esteban

peter pettigrew as cooper hoffman (actor)

you guys have no idea how much my peter fc changes, it used to be lewis capaldi but i think i have finally managed to find the one for me.

lily evans as chapell roan (soloist)

she's unreal, she's the moment, she's everything. nobody other than her could be the icon lily evans is

pandora lovegood/rosier as namephyra on ig (model)

i say lovegood/rosier bc i like the hc where she's evan's twin, but at the same time i also like when she's a lovegood or a lestrange. elle fanning used to be my fc for sooo long (and i still kinda see it) but she has all the vibes i picture in pandora, and she's honestly so pretty i wanna cry

dorcas meadowes as nia sondaya (actress)

LOOK AT HER OH MY GOD LOOK AT HER, it took me so long to find someone who gives me dorcas vibes, like my girl isn't easy to find, but nia has this aura about her and it was love at first sight

marlene mckinnon as beabadoobee (soloist)

this is one of the og's (or it was when i came to the fandom) and till this day i can't picture anyone else, she's put a spell on me or something

mary mcdonald as bcsais_ (ig)

i don't know much about her, but every time i see another mirror selfie my heart stops for a bit, and that's the only way mary mcdonald should be perceived

evan rosier as casper von bülow (actor)

i know a great chunk of the fandom hcs evan (and dora too) as poc, and i totally see it too, however this little german boy.... oh the grip he has on me is out of this world, it also has to do with the fact he's on germany's skam (druck) and that immediately means i'm emotionally attached

barty crouch jr. as hayden (ig) or marlon noah (ig)

this is a tricky one, they are both so different but they feel like barty to me. lately i've been using hayden more but i do think marlon can make a comeback any of these days.

[extra] the black sisters <333

andromeda black as hwang yeji (itzy)

it's not a coincidence i chose yeji for andromeda and hyunjin for sirius (if u don't know, these two are by no means related in real life but they look so much alike and they even share the same last name, so they could be lost siblings). i do think that andy and sirius looked alike and that's what made them even more fond of each other, the fcs were sent by the gods themselves

bellatrix black as kim hyeong seo (bibi ; soloist)

i support women's rights and i support women's wrongs. hate her or love her, bellatrix has always been THAT girl and bibi is also THAT girl

narcissa black as kim minjeong (winter ; aespa)

i do believe that winter looks a bit similar to beomgyu and i do believe that narcissa looked similar to regulus, it's the genes guys, they are strong. she's so gorgeous i wanna sob in my hands till i die

these are all my fcs!, i haven't really thought about any other characters for now, these are my main guys and pretty much the only ones i read about.

this was exhausting lord, imma go take a nap, toodles!!!

[hemmingsleclerc]

Easy is boring┃james potter

This is inspired by jade and beck from victorious!!! ugh love them and hate them together ngl, anywaysss hope u like thiss !!

James Potter and Y/N Malfoy were the definition of opposites. He was Gryffindor's golden boy, with his wild hair, quick wit and charming smile. She was the fierce embodiment of a snake, with her piercing eyes, her cutting and aggressive comments and intimidating air. Their relationship was a whirlwind of personalities and heated exchanges, but somehow it worked, which many people couldn't understand how.

It hadn't been easy. When they first started dating, their friends had been incredulous, to say the least. Sirius had nearly fallen out of bed in shock when he found out. Remus raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything, while Peter simply gaped, looking paler than usual.

Regulus and Pandora, Y/N's best and only friends, were also a little shocked to hear the news. Regulus' eyes widened unnaturally as he looked at his best friend as if she had suddenly said the craziest thing, while Pandora began clapping and jumping up and down in joy at the news.

Despite initial resistance, James and Y/N persisted. Their relationship was far from calm. They fought often and loudly, but their arguments were like storms: fierce and intense, but before long they were as if nothing had happened.

One afternoon, James was convincing himself that he was studying in the library when Y/N burst in with a furious look on her face. Without a word, she dropped her books on the table with a thud and sat down opposite him, massaging her forehead.

"Hey darling, rough day?" James asked, his tone light.

Y/N sighed in frustration. "You could say that."

James reached across the table, taking her hand in his. "Wanna talk about it?"

For a moment, she looked like she might snap at him, but then her expression softened slightly. "Just the usual. Some idiot in Potions thought he could show off and ended up nearly blowing up the classroom and it turned out to be my partner."

James chuckled and squeezed her hand. "You know, you don't always have to be so tough."

Y/N looked at him and her eyes searched his. "I know, but it's hard to let my guard down."

James leaned in, his voice gentle. "You can with me." and then kissed her hands.

Their relationship continued to be a rollercoaster, but it was a ride neither of them wanted to get off. They balanced each other in unexpected ways—James's lightheartedness softened Y/N's nerves, while her strength kept him with his feets on the ground.

One afternoon, Dorcas found herself pondering once again the mystery of their relationship. She watched as Y/N barked orders during Quidditch practice, her imposing presence and furious face impossible to ignore. James, who was also on the field, looked at her with the same loving gaze.

"Merlin, James," sighed Dorcas as she sank into the stands next to him "Why do you put up with her?"

James turned his head to look at her, raising an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Dorcas gestured towards Y/N, who was now gesturing frantically as she continued her heated argument with the rest of her team. "She's rude and aggressive. Why are you with her?"

James chuckled, glancing back at Y/N with a fond look in his eyes. "I like girls who have strong opinions and a big mouth."

Dorcas looked utterly baffled. "But why? You could have anyone, someone nice and easy-going. Why her?"

James shrugged, a proud smirk playing on his lips. "Because it’s not easy... easy is boring."

Dorcas shook her head, exasperated. ''You lost your mind potter''

James' smile grew softer. "She's real, Dorcas. She's raw. And I never get bored. She challenges me and makes me better. I wouldn't trade what we have for anything."