#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]

[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.” 

[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,”

[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.

[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)

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

"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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[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

[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 our 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 brow furrowed in concern just like it is 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."

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Hi! Could you tell me your top 5 least favorite Harry Potter characters and why?

My 5 most hated characters in Harry Potter are:

5 - Molly Weasley: I can’t stand this woman. I can’t stand how she acts like a morally superior, pure-blood yet holds endless prejudices, especially (and mostly) toward other, younger women. I don’t like her tradwife vibe, and I don’t like how overbearing and suffocating she is. Seriously, in real life, I’d feel the urge to tell her off—she’s that typical annoying woman who doesn’t know where the boundaries are.

4 - Remus Lupin: Zero sympathy for a man almost forty who got a 24-year-old girl pregnant and then abandoned her. Remus Lupin is a coward and a piece of trash, a bullying accomplice who keeps his head down regarding his own actions and needs a 17-year-old to teach him a lesson in manhood. I really wish Tonks had left him and taken off with Teddy to get as far away as possible from that pathetic excuse for a person.

3 - Dumbledore: Starting with the fact that the entire problem of the story basically stems from his irresponsibility with Tom Riddle, which already showed that he was a terrible teacher. He only shows concern for students who can serve his purposes or suck up to him, and his involvement throughout the story shows a moral stance I find nauseating. I mean, he’s a guy who has the nerve to lecture his former students who “chose the wrong path,” but when those same students were under his care, he constantly neglected and rejected them just because they didn’t belong to a certain house. He had the audacity to call Severus Snape “miserable” when it was Dumbledore himself who allowed Snape to be bullied and almost killed without lifting a finger to stop it or punish the bullies. This same Dumbledore scolds Draco Malfoy for not trusting him when from Draco’s first day at Hogwarts, all he saw from the old man was favoritism toward a certain house and certain students, completely ignoring the rest. Honestly, I’d have banned him from teaching. There’s a lot said about Snape as a teacher, but Dumbledore was responsible for everything, allowed terrible things to happen, and turned his back on many vulnerable children and teenagers. Then he acted all surprised when they ended up in bad places. Screw him, hypocritical old man.

2 - Ginny Weasley: The “I’m not like other girls,” the “shut up, Hermione, you don’t know anything about Quidditch,” the “everyone look at me, I hex people, I’m one of the boys, I’m not vain but I’m hot, but I’m not prissy,” the “I make fun of girls who are pretty, flirty, and feminine because I’m a textbook pick-me girl” who is shoved into the end of the series. She’s a character who didn’t matter at all throughout the story; she’s barely mentioned in some books, but suddenly she’s Harry’s love interest because J.K. Rowling needed all her characters to end up married with 468749284 kids, and Harry needed to be part of the Weasley family. So, they had to do something. Ginny is a terrible character, going from irrelevant to some sort of Mary Sue who even the Slytherins drool over and who, of course, is not a “typical girl” because being a “typical girl” in Rowling’s world is somehow the original sin. So, she’s great at sports, hexes people, pulls pranks because she’s so cool, uh uh uh, she’s not like the others, uh uh uh, but she has internalized misogyny that you can smell from here to China. Honestly, someone should have slapped her for being so damn stupid.

1 - James Potter: There’s nothing I haven’t already said about James Potter. He’s a character who really grinds my gears because they try to sell him as some kind of hero, but he was just a spoiled rich kid who decided to torment a poor, vulnerable boy simply because that boy was friends with his crush. He used his social power and status to get away with all the crap he pulled, attacked in groups, lied to his girlfriend saying he’d stopped bullying people when he really hadn’t, and when he was supposed to be locked up in a house with his wife and son, he was off fooling around with his best friend. James Potter was an ass, and defending him is defending classism, elitism, and whitewashing social classes. I’m not going to explain why.

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“You’ve gotta be more careful, honey.”

You shy under James’ hot gaze. He’s mad at you, and you hate it more than anything because he never gets mad at you.

“I’m okay, James. Really,” you tell him, though your heart won’t stop racing. You still remember how the mystery man’s hands had felt on you, how hard he’d grabbed you before James had arrived and swiftly punched him in the nose. From there you don’t remember much, only a lot of voices and James hands on you, and a car ride home where he checked you over about a million times for injuries that weren’t there.

“I know you are,” James hums, tucking your hair behind your ear carefully. He towers over you where you sit on your bed. Usually his size feels comforting, like he could protect you from anything. Now it just feels intimidating. “But it could’ve been so much worse, sweetheart. Especially if I wasn’t there, you know?”

You blink up at him. “You’re always there.”

“I am. But it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be careful.”

You sigh, embarrassed and upset at yourself. “I know.”

James sighs himself, a heavy, tired thing. You can’t help but feel it’s directed at you. It was your fault you almost got hurt tonight, your fault he and your parents are so disappointed with you. The corners of your eyes prickle with heat. Your face crumples.

“Hey. Hey, what’s wrong?” James is on you like a hawk, always one to read your expression like you’re an open book. He grabs your face, his big, hot hands pressed to your cheeks. “Don’t cry, sweetness. What’s wrong? Are you hurting?”

You want to shake your head but James’ hands are holding you still. “No,” you stammer. “I’m just … are you mad at me, James? I’m really sorry.”

James stares at you hard, dark eyebrows pinched in the middle. “Angel,” he says after a moment of this, voice dripping in what you think is pity and an overbearing amount of fondness. He slides his fingers to the space under your ear and shakes his head. “No, I’m not mad at you.”

“But—“

“I’m sorry if I made you feel that way,” James says firmly. “But I’m not mad at you, sweet thing. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

A single, hot, tear tracks down your cheek. James swipes at it with his thumb.

“Are you sure?” You ask him quietly.

“I’m sure,” James says, nodding once. He smiles softly. “It wasn’t your fault. I’m sorry for being firm with you. I was just so worried.”

“It’s okay,” you tell him. You’ve never minded him being firm with you. It’s why you feel so safe with him. You’re so relieved to know he’s not mad at you, it feels like you can breathe again. “Thank you for looking after me.”

James smiles at you, chucks you under the chin and presses a warm kiss to your forehead. “Of course, sweetheart. I’ll always look after you.”

When he says it like that, you know for certain you’re in good hands.

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Wolfstar Microfic - Map

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James walked into the dorm to find Sirius poring over the map, frowning. He stood in the doorway for a while before clearing his throat.

Sirius jumped, “Fuck! Prongs!”

“Hello to you too.” James sat on the floor next to him. “What are you doing?”

“Just looking at the map,” Sirius mumbled. “I think it’s broken.”

“It absolutely isn’t!” James scoffed. “Why would you even think that?”

“Moony’s disappeared,” Sirius said reluctantly. He didn’t particularly want to explain to James that he’d been watching the map since he saw Remus slip out of the common room with Gideon Prewett, but he supposed he had no choice. “He was in this corridor.” Sirius pointed to an empty spot of map. “Then he vanished.”

“Maybe he found the Room of Requirement.” James laughed. They’d been looking for it for over a year, to no avail. “Decided to keep it all for himself.”

Sirius’ frown deepened. “You think he’d do that?”

“Was he alone?” James asked, knowingly. Sirius’ silence spoke for itself. “Who?”

“Gideon.” He groaned, “Again.”

“Again?” James stared at him. “Do you just sit here and stalk us on the map when we’re gone?”

“If I see Moons sneaking out with someone, I… keep an eye on them.” Sirius didn’t like the way James was looking at him. “I know it’s not healthy.”

“So why do it?”

“Penance.” He said, “For the Snape thing. It could have been me sneaking off with Moony, and it’s my own fault that it’s not.”

James leaned back slightly, taking in Sirius’ slumped shoulders and sad eyes. “Well, firstly, you’re banned from the map.” He cut Sirius’ whine off. “I’m not letting you sit here and torture yourself, Padfoot. You can feel guilty in the common room if you must, but this isn’t healthy, you’re right.”

“I don’t want to be around people right now,” Sirius said quietly. “Everyone’s happy and I feel like I either have to fake it or I worry people.”

James nodded, “Want to play exploding snap up here?”

“You don’t have to do that.” Sirius’ frown eased slightly, “Surely you want to be with Evans rather than up here.”

“I can bother Evans any time.” James shrugged. “When my brother is sad, that’s my first priority.”

Sirius turned his head away but James could see how hard his teeth were cutting into his lower lip to stop it trembling and the breath he was holding so it wouldn’t come out as a sob. He let Sirius have a moment and grabbed the cards from his trunk. When he turned back to Sirius, he was alarmed to see him curled in on himself, body heaving with silent sobs. He pulled Sirius to his feet and wrapped his arms around him, bearing his full weight as he felt Sirius’ knees give way.

He knew that Sirius had been haunted by his actions from last term. Remus had spent a week and a few odd days with them over the summer and they’d reached a place where he’d forgiven Sirius, but things were nowhere near being back to how they had been. James had his doubts as to whether they ever would be. He still flinched away when Sirius touched him, and James could tell that Sirius was doing his best to retrain his muscle memory to not reach for Remus the way he always had. It was hard to watch.

“Deep breaths, Pads,” James said quietly. “In through your nose, out through your mouth.”

Sirius tried this for a while, often interrupted by his chest lurching or fresh tears. He let James sit them down on the edge of his bed and leant his head against James’ damp shoulder as he tried desperately to calm down.

“I fucked ev-everything up.” Sirius hiccupped, “I- I don’t blame him at all for keeping me at arm’s length. I just hate it, and there’s no- no-one else to blame but myself and every time I thi- think I’m doing better it sneaks u- up on me and I end up like this.”

“I wish there was something I could say that would help,” James said honestly.

“I know.” Sirius started shaking again. “Thanks. I think I just want to sleep.”

“I’m taking the map with me,” James said, laughing softly. “Have a vial of Dreamless Sleep.”

“Yeah, alright.” Sirius lifted his head from James’ shoulder. “Thanks, Prongs.”

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Remus appeared in the common room about an hour later and James pulled him to one side immediately. “Have you found the Room of Requirement?”

Remus sighed, “Yes.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” James looked so disappointed in him, it was like seeing his own face reflected back at him.

“I’ve been using it for tutoring,” Remus mumbled. “Didn’t want to have to share it with Sirius taking his flavour of the week there.”

“Tutoring?” James looked like his head was going to explode, “Tutoring, Remus?”

“Yeah, Gid’s wanted to work on his patronus charm and the room just… anticipates what you need. It’s incredible magic.” Remus smiled, “I’m sorry for not telling you.”

“I need a lie down.” James dragged his hand down his face. “Tutoring?”

“Why is that so hard to believe?” Remus frowned. “You think we were sneaking off to hook up? There’s a very pretty Ravenclaw who’d have something to say about that.” His eyes narrowed, “How did you know I found it anyway?”

“The map.” James shrugged.

“Do you just sit and stalk us on the map when we’re gone? Jesus, Prongs.”

“Yep. That’s what I do. I’m a pervert, sorry.” He grinned at Remus until Remus’ frown broke. “Tutoring!” He laughed.

“If I end up having to schedule my tutoring around Sirius’ hookups, I’m going to be furious.” He chuckled.

James didn’t have the heart to tell him that eventually he probably would have to do that, but not in the way he anticipated.

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You get the sudden feeling that you’ve been completely messed about at this stupid house party.

Down the driveway, your so-called friend is climbing into the passenger seat of a Porsche, leaving you behind in less than ideal autumn-garb; A red dress that falls too short and clings too thin to your wind-whipped torso, and a sad excuse for a shawl are all you have for warmth.

And if things could get any worse, you’re likely going to have to walk home in the kitten heels you insisted on wearing.

Behind you, a clunky wooden front door heaves open, producing the sweet but hopeless guy who’s been following you around all night. James, you think is his name.

He’s relatively attractive, in a sort of lost puppy way. Big brown eyes and pouty lips, a softness to his tone that could probably buckle knees if he took better advantage of it. Still, he’s thinner and scraggly, and lacks any kind of social quip to make that likely.

He skips down the steps, his dress coat flung dejectedly over his shoulder, and a frown tying his brows together. His friend from earlier is nowhere to be seen.

“Hey,” you say tentatively and his hung head picks up, though his mouth only hardens its angry line. He takes in your unlucky state, and any trace of the puppy-love softness he’d shown you all night is gone.

“Where’s your boyfriend?”

You scoff. “Please. He’s not my boyfriend.” His face remains stony and unaffected. “I don’t know what I ever saw in him.”

James reaches his free hand up to push back his hair, and you stare at his tensing arm without really realizing it.

“Yeah, neither do I,” he says, hiking his jacket further over his shoulder and walking past you.

In a small window of time, you realize he has keys that he’s fishing out of his slacks pocket—car keys—and your aching feet override your nerves.

“Uh, James?” You both spin towards each other, your back now to the house and his to the cars. You realize that’s probably not the only thing that switched between you tonight. Ironically, you’re the one chasing after him now.

“Yeah,” he says, agitated, when all you do is stare. You look to the empty space where your ride once was, and back to James.

“Could you give me a lift home?”

Something about the way his expression slackens turns your insides out. When was the last time someone looked so disappointed in you? As far as you know, most of the decisions you make go over very well, and no one is ever upset with you (save your sister, who is never happy if she can help it).

But here is James, with eyes holding the most loathing likely ever directed your way, and with every right.

He shakes his head, but says, “Yeah, whatever.”

Somehow that might be worse.

Trailing after him, you come up on his old sedan, a car that seems like it’d have a myriad of mechanical problems. He has to stick his key in the driver’s door to unlock it.

When he gets his door open, he unlocks the rest of them, and you slide awkwardly into the leathery bench beside him. James seems to notice your unfamiliarity and shreds your self esteem further with a scoff.

“It’s not a convertible, I know. Sorry to disappoint.”

“No,” you immediately defend, warm from his apt assessment of you. James gives you a sideways glance of warning. “I mean, yes, I was expecting something else, but it’s—I’m not…”

“It’s fine,” James sighs, turning the car on, “it’s just a lift home. You made it pretty clear that that’s all you want me for.”

As James pulls into the street, you watch the house slip away, party like a fizzling ember fighting the midnight cold.

“That’s not true,” you say, though you’re not sure you feel it at all. Your voice is overly sweet, an attempt at the voice that serves to get you what you want, when you want it.

You’re not entirely sure what you want anymore, but James brushes it off anyway, like it’s a revolting bug.

“Yes, it is.”

It astonishes you how easily he can cut you down. He’s hardly speaking loud enough to be heard above the radio, just a bitter rake of a comment, but you’re floored all the same.

The car falls silent, and you stare at your lap instead of out the window. You feel thoroughly scolded, dissected and left to put yourself back together. You don’t think you’ll cry, but you’re not ruling it out.

When James pulls past a stop sign, approaching your neighborhood, he glances over at you.

“Yknow.” He pauses, licking his lips. “I didn’t even expect you to like me back.” His eyes return to the street “And it’s fine that you don’t, but—but you could’ve just told me.”

You rub your hands over the hem of your dress, a foreign set of nerves gripping your chest. Realistically, you could weather the storm until he drops you off, but for some reason you desperately want to rectify the situation.

You want to tell him that yes, of course you liked him all this time, because that should be true. Except it’s not.

James’ car rolls up to the curb outside your place. He sighs, gripping the steering wheel.

“I really cared about you. I went to that party for you, and I ignored everyone who said I was stupid for doing it.” Shaking his head, James looks at you, anger peeling back to reveal raw hurt. “But you’re so conceited.”

You expel a painful breath, all the wind knocked out of you.

“I know.” Breaking eye contact, you flick your eyes to your shoes. Flattery and shame twine together in your throat. “Did you really go to the party for me?”

James nods.

“Went to the party, got that guy to date your sister,” he lists. “I even learned French for you. And what did it get me? A whole lot of—”

Without really thinking, you surge forward and pull James’ lips onto yours. They lay warm and firm over your mouth, and you can’t deny how right it feels.

You’re expecting James to pull back, to push you away, but he does the opposite. One hand laces into your pristine hair, holding you to him, and the other wraps around your back.

It’s a perfect kiss, the kind that you always dreamed of, and it makes a giddy laugh bubble out of your mouth.

When you pull away, you’re dizzy and a little self-pitying. You could’ve been kissing James like this whole time instead of chasing after some pea-brained asshole in a nice car.

James seems to watch the thought wash over you, because he kisses you one more time to remind you that it doesn’t matter, that you’re here now. Then he lets you go, and you relish in the way his hands linger over your waist, your neck. The giddy feeling comes back twofold.

“Night,” you say through a prim smile. “Thanks for the lift.”

James’ eyes crease a little at the edges from his returning smile. “G’night, beautiful.”

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and then they were roommates james potter x fem!reader idiots to lovers college au

"you're getting kicked out?" lily whispered, shock enveloping her words. you were just as shocked as she was, your grip on on your phone tightening.

"yeah. apparently her boyfriend's moving in or something, i don't know." you rolled your eyes; you had never liked your previous roommate but she did offer the best rent and did her share of chores. though her boyfriend was a douche and you hated having to see him pretty much everyday.

you groaned, slipping farther down in your seat. lily sympathetically patted your back when her phone started buzzing.

"oh it's marlene," lily mentioned, picking up her phone to reply. the two were the grossest couple to be around; you still put up with it though.

"what's she saying?" you laid your head on your arms on the table in front of you, tilted in a way that you could see lily rapidly type something.

"oh lord, you're probably gonna love marlene more than i do at this point - she knows someone who needs a roommate!"

"so you're james potter?" you ask, flashing a smile at the bespectacled boy, his messy brown hair seemed messy in the way that he spent two hours minimum every morning on it.

"yep, pleasure to meet you." he reached out his hand, mirroring your grin. charming.

"the pleasure's all mine." you shook his hand, his grip was warm and firm. and he was handsome. and lean. and tall.

"let me show you around." he guided you inside, showing you the kitchen which was open and connected to the lounge. the two bedrooms were on opposite ends of the house and each had their own bathroom which you were extremely thankful for.

after the (short) tour, you both ended up sitting on the stools around the kitchen island drinking soft drinks from the fridge.

"so, what is it that you do?" you asked, wiping the condensation from the can on your dark jeans. the white tee you wore was sticking to your skin from the heat. you'd have to ask about the air con later.

"i'm doing photography at uni. what about you?" he said, taking another a sip of his cherry-flavored drink. you don't get how he could like something so sweet.

"literature. i met lily in my first class actually." you remember the sparkling redhead who somehow wiggled into your life and never left.

"ah, mckinnon's girl, right?" he asked, as if he vaguely remembered lily from a group hangout.

"yeah." with that you fell into a slightly awkward silence although you both didn't mind the quiet. you could hear the fizz of your drinks, as you both drank. you looked straight ahead, only looking at him through your peripheral vision. he, apparently, didn't know of such etiquette because he rested his head on his arm on the kitchen island, staring at you openly.

you tried to ignore it but now the heat was getting to you and your jeans started to feel uncomfortable. your can of coldness was empty. james was still staring. you zeroed in on one of the fridge magnets even though you couldn't really make out what was it trying to show because of the distance.

"does the air con not work?" you turned your head to look at him. at the sound of your voice, he lifted his head and grinned.

"no, it works." his answer made you feel a little ridiculous. and here you thought you were being considerate, assuming his air con broke or something.

"then why don't you have it on?"

"i don't get hot that easily." this man was getting even more ridiculous. you couldn't help but laugh.

"oh my god. go," you shove him off his stool, "turn it on for me?" you tilt your head, looking at him through your eyelashes in a last-ditch effort to persuade him.

"'m going." you blow a kiss noisily, getting up and grabbing both empty cans and throwing them in the dustbin.

later, you settled into bed. half your things were still packed into flimsy cardboard boxes that lily helped tape to perfection. you were grinning as you pulled out your phone to message lily.

u were right i probably love marlene more than you do rn