#james potter image

[ellecdc]

Hello beautiful! I have a request that is kinda personal! Anyways o was wondering if you could whip something up about reader and (which ever marauder you think best fits) who kinda has big boobs(like f/h) and is kinda self conscious about it (plus her weight cuz she’s chubby) because they sag and not all cute and perky and such? I could just use the comfort of a marauder and your writing 💕 -thank you lovely

I feel like we must be twins or something; I too am a plus-sized H cup girlie 🙋🏻‍♀️ thanks so much for requesting dolly; we're in this together 💖

James Potter x plus size, busty fem!reader

CW: insecurities, body image issues, negative self-talk, mentions of sex but no smut

You could hear the panicky tone of your whine teetering towards hysterical, but you swallowed past the lump in your throat as you discarded another article of clothing. The top joined the growing number of other shirts, dresses, and pants littering the floor of your closet. You were disturbingly close to tears and knew if you turned around to see your sweet, handsome boyfriend who had the audacity to sit casually on your bed without a single care in the world, it’d push you over the edge.

Apparently, he did have at least one care in the world.

“You almost ready, lovie? We have to leave soon if we want to get to Marlene’s on time.” James asked from his place, laying back on your bed as he threw a small stress ball above him and caught it only to fling it upwards again and again. 

The worst part was how sweet he was about it; you’d never know from his gentle tone or word choice that he was basically accusing you of making the two of you late.

It would have been better if he’d been rude or snide, perhaps more overtly accusative – at least then you would have felt validated in how harsh your next words came out.

“I’m going as fast as I can, James.”

Though you didn’t turn away from your closet, you could tell he paused the ball throwing as he calculated your sudden mood change.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” He started carefully, moving to a sitting position. “I just know how much you hate being late, is all. I didn’t mean to rush you.”

Your next exhale came out a little shaky, but from your place in your closet, James couldn’t pick up on it. 

“I know. I’m trying.” You said, working overtime to keep your voice even. He must have picked up on some of the tension anyways, as he rose from his place and came to stand behind you, hands moving to your shoulders instinctively. Unfortunately, with your current mindset – your shoulders immediately flew to your ears, effectively shaking him off of your body.

“Maybe you should go without me.” You admitted quietly. Suddenly, the idea of putting on anything except one of your oversized t-shirts and a pair of sweats felt like nothing short of torture. 

“You don’t want to go?” He murmured just as quietly.

It’s not that you didn’t want to go – although, at this point your answer was leaning heavily towards hell no I don’t. 

You loved Marlene; you were excited to celebrate her birthday, you got her a wonderful present you know she’ll be ecstatic over, and you always had fun with the group when you could all manage to get together. And besides, getting the whole group together was happening less and less now that you were all adults, living separately and working various jobs. 

So no, it’s not that you didn’t want to go.

What you didn’t want was to look at yourself in even one more piece of clothing that was either too tight, too frumpy, too lowcut, or showed off too much skin.

Who even bought these clothes? Why do you own them?

If you asked your mother, she would simply say you were ‘well-endowed’, which roughly translated to ‘you inherited your grandmothers dreadfully large breasts, darling, I’m sorry.’

Some may wonder what defines ‘dreadfully large breasts’. In your case, it was an H cup. 

Well-endowed could be used to describe one of those busty models in lingerie ads, not you.

Yours were large, and long, and marked with stretchmarks and not perky in the slightest. Nothing a good bra couldn’t fix though, right?

Wrong.

Bras that were big enough for breasts like yours were not at all cute. You had to special order them in most cases, and they were always beige or pink and they never did offer you as much lift you as much as you’d like.

If your boobs were the only part of your body causing you grief, you’d probably relent. But skinny girls don’t often have boobs this big, and it wasn’t just your tops that were bothering you.

Every pair of jeans and trousers you pulled over your hips felt too snug, too restrictive. You felt as if one wrong move and you’d pop right out of them like one of those Pillsbury biscuit containers.

James interrupted your mournful musings with a gentle “love?” and brushed the side of your wrist with his finger, clearly hesitant to touch you after you’d shaken him off earlier.

“I can’t find anything to wear.” You admitted.

James looked around at the clothing surrounding you before his bemused face turned back to yours. “What do you mean, love? It seems you’ve found a lot to wear.”

You rolled your eyes and felt the first tear fall. “James...” But he was already in problem solving mode.

“What about this?” He asked as he picked up a tank top you had discarded because the cut was too low, and the straps were too thin.

“I don’t have the right kind of bra for that.”

He looked between your bra covered form and the shirt, clearly not understanding what that meant but not willing to argue about it. 

“Okay...” He said as he dropped the offending shirt back onto the floor. “What about this?”

You didn’t even bother looking at the shirt he was holding. “If it’s on the floor, it’s a no.”

“But why is it a no?”

You looked over to see the button up shirt he was holding. “Because it makes me look...” fat, was going to be the negative ending of your sentence, but James’ face turned hard as he cut you off.

“Beautiful?”

You scoffed. “Sure James, I decided against the shirt because it made me look beautiful.”

“Okay.” James said far more sternly than you believe you’ve ever seen him. You turned and grabbed a t-shirt, so you at least weren’t being scolded by your boyfriend half-naked.

“Am I attractive?”

You reared your head back at his question – not at all where you thought this conversation was headed. “Uhm, yes? Yeah...of course.”

“I’ll forgive the hesitation on account of you being upset.” He said severely which caused you to snort a laugh as you wiped tears away from your eyes.

“Is Sirius attractive?”

Your eyebrows furrowed and you could tell by James’ eyes moving towards your nose that you were scrunching it up in confusion.

“This feels like a trick.”

“You can answer the question honestly.”

“Okay...yes, Sirius is attractive.”

“Okay. And Mary? Is she attractive?”

“Yes.”

James nodded curtly. “And would you say that the three of us have good taste?”

“Wha-”

“Just answer the question.”

“Sure, you guys have good taste, but I don’t see-”

“You want to know what the three of us have in common?”

You sighed and nodded, knowing he was going to tell you regardless. 

“We have nothing physically in common – yet you find all three of us attractive. Alternatively, all three of us have had a crush on you.”

You scoffed. “Shut up, James.”

“I’m not joking.” He said, and you noticed he was almost just as stern as he was when this conversation began. “Sirius said he’d never do anything about it – bro code and all...also he’s like, happy with Moony now or whatever. But Mary had no such qualms; she told me that if things don’t work out between the two of us that she’s throwing her hat in the ring. I made her promise not to tell you - in case you left me for her - but I figured this was a good moment to share.” 

You barked a surprise laugh that seemed to ease some of the tension from James’ frame.

“Now, I don’t like the way you were just talking about my girlfriend.” He said gently, opening his arms as an invitation; an invitation you quickly accepted as you moved into his embrace. 

“I’m sorry.” You murmured into his chest.

“You should be.” He murmured into the hair on your head. 

“I just hate my body sometimes.” You admitted quietly. He never faltered in his gentle strokes of your back but hummed in acknowledgement. 

“Well, I love it all of the time, so.” 

“I don’t see how.” You whined as you pulled back. “My boobs are saggy, my tummy juts out, I’m soft everywhere, I’m covered in stretchmarks.” 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. You’re just listing some of my favourite things, sweets. Your boobs?” He said as he moved his firm grip to your clothed breasts. “Look at that! Can’t even fit them in one hand.” He murmured, eyes glazing as he took in the view of your boob pooling around his large hand. “If I want to give your tits the attention they deserve, I need to use both hands! And your tummy...”

He moved his hands down your abdomen, albeit with more consideration than he’d shown your breasts. “I have to admit, this is my favourite spot to lay my head when we’re watching movies, but what I love the most about your tummy?” He said with a low growl as he spun you around aggressively, pushing the front of his hard body up against the back of yours, grabbing roughly at your hips/stomach as he moved his lips to your ears. “Gives me something to hold onto when I’m pounding into you from behind, or better yet, as you ride the fuck out of me.” 

Your face was a furnace and you were sure James could feel the heat radiating from you as he spun you back to face him. 

“What else were you worried about? Stretchmarks?” He said as he pulled his shirt off in one swift movement, showcasing his demi-god body style. “I’ve got them too.” He stated simply as he pointed to marks lining his biceps and pecs, a few on his hips, and pulled his trousers down slightly so you could see them trailing towards his ass.

“I know you’ve seen all of these before too – you’re no stranger to my body.” He said with a salacious wink.

“James...” you moaned, not able to handle anymore sexual innuendos. 

“Okay, okay. I’m sure you get the idea.” He relented as he replaced his shirt. “My point is, you’ll look lovely in anything you put on, but I’d prefer you wear something you’ll be comfortable in. I can have my girl suffering in her head all night.” 

You rested your forehead against his chest, willing away the tension headache that was forcing its way forward after all you just put yourself (and admittedly, James) through.

“What’s wrong with the shirt you’re wearing now?” He asked kindly.

You looked down at the old band-tee, it had a few holes in it and paint stains.

“It has holes in it and paint stains.” You deadpanned.

“Sirius always said to make dishevelled look intentional. Do you have a leather jacket?” He asked, turning toward your closet without waiting for an answer.

Suddenly, James was pulling a leather jacket around your shoulders, and grabbing a pair of heels.

“Now the stains and holes will look intentional. I think you look bad ass.” 

You weren’t as optimistic, but you turned to observe yourself in the mirror. Even if you didn’t see much of a difference, the sight of James looking at you like you hung the moon was enough to convince you to go for it. Either way, you’d be comfortable.

You’re not sure if James had mentioned anything, but both Sirius and Mary made sure to compliment you on your ‘punk rock look’ when you arrived to Marlene’s party 30 minutes late. 

[charmsandtealeaves]

Now COMPLETE. Read Chapters 15 & 16 now on AO3

James Potter always knew he wanted to build a family, he just hadn’t found the right person to build it with - yet. Freezing his sperm at Gringotts Sperm Bank was a no-brainer really. He’d have children when he found the right person, and now he had an insurance policy. Then Lily Evans walked into his place of work with her son - the spitting image of him.

[tenaciousmilkshakecandy]

So I saw this and my first thought was "ohh, so James Potter"

[neohoestechnology]

Moodboard and headcanons for James? I've just discovered ur page and I love it sm 🫶

Awww thank you so much😫💗

Hope you like it!!

☆ James Potter Moodboard & Headcanons ☆

Oh man, where do I begin?!

Now, he may have an ego that has the size of the planet Earth, but when I tell you this boy has a BIG GOLDEN HEART, I really mean it ✋🏻

The sweetest sweetheart of them all

He really became a better person since he's gotten with you (meaning he doesn't bully Severus anymore and also gets to apologize)

You better switch that 'mom mode' up and look after him and his friends 'cause those guys are gonna get in trouble if you don't ;)

You date him? You get to hang out with his friends most of the time ngl

Turns into a softie when he's alone with you

Can be very clingy too sometimes, but he respects your boundaries so it's okay

He's the type that will throw crumpled paper at you for you to open it and read those cute and affectionate words <33

Wants and WILL show you off

Casually sneaking a hand to your waist and pulling you close so you're now walking hip-to-hip 😫

Oh, and don't wear jeans when you're with him unless you want him to tug at your belt loops or even put his hand in your back pocket (yes I said it and I have no regrets at all)

Wanna see him red and flushed? Just cup his face and shut him up with a kiss, he'll either get embarrassed or horny oop-😳

LOVES to read (he's a nerdy boy after all)

The type to hand you books he enjoyed and took notes on

"This reminded me of you"

Casual strolls around the castle

Enjoyes trips as well or even just chilling car rides

Just take his glasses and rub them clean (boy lives for acts of service :) )

Plays with your hands a lot

Share a playlist with him and he'd faint (tries to contain himself, screams internally lol)

I mean, he's so affectionate and starstruck that he'd do anything for you 🥹

Love you, B. 🤸🏻‍♀️💕

I do not possess any of these photos, all credits go to the owners.

[lilyofthevalleyys]

James: Have you been gaining weight recently?

Regulus: Are you implying that I’m fat?

James: No I-

Regulus: *immediately changing into his biggest shirt and already planning to skip lunch and dinner*

James: …Because you’ve been taking up more space in my heart

Regulus:

Regulus: Why would you use that pick up line??

James: You’re so pretty I forgot

[mischiefinaiverse]

ff: Crimson Rivers, by bizarrestars

[badwriterrr]

Malfoy-Potter redesign

[alwayshinny]

Lily Luna Potter 🌸

[alltheyoungmoons]

stumbled across a blog sharing other ppl’s fanfiction and adding AI-generated photos as “moodboards” and I just want to say - don’t do that shit! AI generated photos are unethical in a plethora of ways, and they don’t even look that good! what you could do instead is search for other people’s work to use as your inspo, and i assure you’ll find so many artists to follow and admire in the process! (of course give credit if you know the artist’s name!)

or better yet - use this opportunity to learn a new skill! you could try drawing yourself! you may not be a natural - hell, i know i’m not, but i enjoy doing it anyway! if drawing isn’t your thing, maybe take up collage or printmaking or needlepoint - there’s literally SO MANY WAYS you can create fanwork (and i’m only talking about visual artwork here! the possibilities are endless) that don’t involve just feeding a few keywords to an algorithm that’s been trained with billions of other people’s work and doesn’t engage with your sense of creativity.

Please, I beg, AI “art” is not a hobby. It’s not creative and I don’t even like to think of it as art. Literally just pick up a pencil or something.

[charmsandtealeaves]

Read Chapter 11 now on AO3

James Potter always knew he wanted to build a family, he just hadn’t found the right person to build it with - yet. Freezing his sperm at Gringotts Sperm Bank was a no-brainer really. He’d have children when he found the right person, and now he had an insurance policy. Then Lily Evans walked into his place of work with her son - the spitting image of him.

[cursedwithwords]

So you know how Fleamont Potter was a potioneer? And clearly an extremely talented one. My headcanon is that Euphemia was also a very talented potioneer, and that they caught Dragonpox while trying to research a cure and that's why they died. But that's not the point.

I have this headcanon that Fleamont and Euphemia were the ones who started looking into some kind of cure for Lycanthropy, and that when they passed away their notes on the subject somehow went to Damocles Belby.

James just packed away some of their potioneering material, including their notes on a Wolfsbane Potion, and gave it to Belby. He was too busy mourning to care what it all was because he'd lost both his parents so rapidly. He gave it to Belby thinking he'd find use for it or be able to continue their work. But that's not the point either.

Cuz my headcanon is that at some point, James started asking his parents about Lycanthropy, because he was "just curious, no other reason". He kept asking if there was a cure, some way to make it easier maybe, less painful, just because. But really he was asking about it because one of his closest friends was suffering, and James wanted to help so badly, but what could he do?

So motivated by their beloved son, and obviously curious by nature, the Potter’s start researching and studying, because maybe they could do something. If bones can be regrown, then maybe it was possible to also develop a potion to alleviate the symptoms of Lycanthropy as well.

But they passed away with their research incomplete, and James never knew they were looking into it, and neither did Remus, and Belby didn't say anything, whether out of selfishness or shortsightedness, who knows?

But Remus being the inspiration for the Wolfsbane Potion, and James' love for his friends being the motivator. And just. Remus never knowing how much James really loved him.

Because James wasn't just Sirius' friend. His best friend, fine. But Sirius wasn't the only one who lost James. And I don't think Remus ever would have known that James loved him so so much.

It was his idea to become Animagus so they could all be with Remus, but I'm sure Remus never really properly accepted James loved him that much. He was so scared of losing them that he never would have even acknowledged he had nothing to be scared of, because James already loved him so so much.

He really had no idea.

[50044w44s]

no one:

regulus and james in crimson rivers:

[jadedblack]

hp fandom is there a rule that another Beater can’t just hit the snitch with their bat? like if their own Seeker is too far way and the snitch is just there, can’t they just… bat it away?

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

James Potter as a young dad.

Random person: Don't you miss being young? Like partying and snogging around and getting drunk. I mean it must be difficult to do it now that you have a kid.

James: What do you mean? I party to Disney songs. I snog my wife. And I get drunk on juice and chocolate milk.

Random person: You know what I mean, Potter.

James: *looking at Lily playing with Harry, his six year old kid and smiling* Lily and Harry are my world now. I would not change a thing.

[mischiefinaiverse]

ff: Yeah, My Boyfriend’s Pretty Cool (But Not as Cool as Me), by paintmegrey

[lexithwrites]

look at us now.

regulus had his coffee shop. he intended to make a safe place for people like him: quiet, lonely bookworms that wanted a moment to escape and relax. plus, the never ending matcha on shift was always a plus. except, his safe haven had been rather rudely interrupted by james—loud, clumsy, and gorgeous—and he didn't intend on leaving.

sirius had his band. they played as many gigs as they could in every bar they could work their way into. free drinks, more exposure for their music, and the people wanting to sleep with him? everything was going his way, as he always wanted it to. except for remus—beautiful, quiet, alluring—who seemed to be the only one not throwing himself at sirius' feet.

a band and coffee shop au all mixed up in one

coming soon. eventually. idk when.

setlist for 'the lilypads'.