#james sirius potter x reader

[raven-dor]

you give me butterflies

in which james sirius potter brings his girlfriend to spend the summer with him

PAIRING: james sirius potter x reader

WARNINGS: making out, fluff, james is adorable, family fun, more making out, just a lot of fluff

AN: hello all, i'm back!! hope you enjoy!

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

“Roxie, where are you?” Y/N’s voice rang through the house, the chaos screeching to a halt after the Potter-Weasley family heard her voice. She called out again, setting her bags by the bottom of the stairs. “I missed you!” 

Roxanne ran across the foyer, pushing her brother and cousins out of the way. “Y/N/N!” She scooped her friend up, spinning her around. “Thank Merlin you’re here. Your boyfriend was starting to-” 

“Starting to what?” James’s voice broke through their reunion. “Do you mind, Rox?” 

The girl scoffed, but let go regardless. “Whatever James.” She whispered to Y/N, hiding her head in her hands. “I can’t watch.”

Y/N giggled, patting her friend on the shoulder sympathetically. “Sorry Roxie, but you know how impatient he gets- Mmph!” James wrapped his arms around her waist, effectively silencing her with a kiss. “James!” 

He grinned, pulling away slowly. “You were supposed to be here hours ago, love.” 

She threw her head back in laughter. “James, I told you my parents wanted to have one last lunch before they sent me off.” “Yes well…” he sighed, playing with her fingers. “You know I love your parents, but…” 

“James.” 

He looked up, dropping her hand. “Yes?” 

“Less talking.” She smiled, pulling him back in. Or she tried to that is.

“James Sirius Potter, let the girl breathe.” James groaned, leaning his head against hers. “She just arrived and you’re already bombarding her.” 

He scoffed, mumbling. “For your information, she attacked me.” 

Mrs. Weasley scoffed back, and Y/N realized that more of his attitude came from his grandmother than he would like to admit. “What was that?” 

“Nothing.” He let go of Y/N kissing his grandmother on the cheek. “Nothing at all.” 

The old woman laughed, shooing her grandson away (although he didn’t stray very far, leaning against the doorway and staring at Y/N the way that made her knees weak.) “Come here, my dear, let me look at you.” Her cheeks flushed, walking forward slowly. “You’re quite the beauty. Jamie is quite a lucky boy.” 

Y/N smiled. “I’m much luckier, Mrs.Weasley. Your grandson is perfect.” 

“You’re inflating my ego, love.” 

She yelled over his grandmother’s shoulder. “I don’t think that’s possible, love.”

His grandmother smiled. “Full of spark as well, that's good, especially if you have to deal with him

” She hooked her arm through the young girl’s, dragging her into the kitchen (past James, who was stifling a laugh after looking at his girlfriend’s horrified face.) “You look positively frail, my dear. Here, I’ll show you the kitchen. I made rolls for dinner, but you can have some now if you’d like.” 

Y/N tried to open her mouth, but James interrupted. “She had lunch an hour ago, Grannie.” 

“Ah. Well, still.” Mrs. Weasley let go, building a plate for her. “It wouldn’t hurt.” 

Y/N smiled, taking it gratefully. “Thank you, it’s very sweet of you.” 

Mrs. Weasley smiled, patting her on the shoulder before playfully glaring at her grandson. “Behave yourself, James Sirius.” 

James saluted, grabbing Y/N’s arm and pulling her back to the foyer. “Here, I’ll help you with your bags.” 

“James, you really don’t need to do that.” 

“I want to.” He kissed her on the cheek quickly before grabbing both bags. “Follow me.” 

She had to, she’d never been to his home before. She’d been to Roxie and Fred’s, the Burrow, Rose and Hugo’s, and the Weasley’s beach cottage, but never her own boyfriend’s home. 

In her defense, she’d been friends with Rose, Roxie, and Dominque long before she had started dating James. 

“Your house is wonderful, Jamie.” 

“It’s been in the family for generations. The Potter side, that is.” He stopped at the end of the hallway, opening the door. “Here we are, your room for the summer.” 

“It’s-” She stopped, gasping at the room. “This is too much.” 

“What do you mean?” James raised an eyebrow. “I’m sorry?” 

“No, don’t apologize.” She grinned, turning around. “Have I mentioned you’re perfect?” 

He shrugged, stalking toward her with a boyish grin on his face. “Once or twice.” 

She jumped on the bed, urging him to follow. “Perhaps I should show you?” 

He grinned, pulled his wand out of his back pocket, and slammed the door shut. “You drive me wild.” 

She laughed, covering her face with her hands. “James, stop trying to make me blush.” 

“I’m not trying.” He whispered, leaning down until they were inches apart. “You’re very easy to compliment. It’s not my fault you get all red and adorable.” 

“He did what?” Y/N laughed. “That’s not what I was told.” 

George nodded. “And what exactly did my dear nephew tell you?” 

“It wasn’t just James. Both he and Fred convinced me that the car was given to them. They told me that they were supposed to wait for their grandfather to teach them how to drive it.” 

The table burst into laughter yet again, and James looked like he wanted to murder his cousin. He hissed, kicking Fred under the table. “You just had to tell him.” 

George leaned forward, drawing the focus back to him. “The boys were never supposed to get the car, it was supposed to be Hugo and Albus’s. They stole the car, and had the whole family searching for them for two days.” 

Y/N gasped, cackling while she clutched onto James’s arm for support. “You absolute nuisance.” 

Harry smirked. “Quite.” 

Ginny shook her head. “Don’t encourage him. After we found them, this nuisance was then grounded for two weeks.” 

James glared, sticking his tongue out childishly at his mother. “The worst two weeks of my life.” 

“I thought you said the worst two weeks were when McGonagall made you clean out the toilets for that prank you pulled in fourth year.” 

He tilted his head. “Well… that would have to be a close second.” 

Y/N laughed, kissing his cheek gently. “Ever the dramatic.” 

She had just drifted off to sleep when her door was flung open. She grabbed the covers, pulling them up. “Who is it?” 

The light illuminated the intruder, and she sighed, jumping out of her bed and pulling him in the room. “What are you doing? I thought you said your parents had wards on all your rooms.” 

“I did.” He nodded, shutting the door behind him. “But I also know how to deactivate those wards.” 

“Ah.” She grinned. “James, what are you doing in here?” 

“Fred, Dom, Roxie, Al, Lil, Hugo, Rose, Lucy, and the rest of the cousins are going down to the lake. I thought…” He inched toward her, draping an arm over her waist. “You’d want to come with.” 

Her eyes sparked. “Let me find my bathing suit!” 

James turned around, tapping his foot as he took in his surroundings. “I’m sure whichever one you pick will look perfect.” 

She smiled, crossing her arms. “You can turn around now.” 

“About ti-” His jaw dropped. “Godric. You’re an angel.” 

She scoffed, her whole body flushing. It felt like she was burning, especially with the way James was staring at her. “Stop it.” She walked past him, grabbing his hand. “Let’s go.” 

“Marco!” James called out, flailing his arms around as he tried to catch anyone around him. The rest of them laughed, muffling themselves so he wouldn’t find them. Roxie leaned over, whispering in her friend's ear. “He’s utterly helpless.” 

Y/N nodded. “You think he would be better at this game, with all his athletic ability.” 

James scoffed. “I can hear you two.” 

They shrieked, paddling away. Fred yelled out, creating a diversion. “Polo!” 

James whipped around, racing toward his cousin. Albus laughed. “He’s too entertained by this game.” 

Y/N nodded, getting out of the lake and laying beside him. “It’s sweet.” 

Lilly laughed. “Of course, you think so. You have to say that.” She sat up, wiggling her eyebrows. “The Boyfriend-girlfriend code and whatnot.” 

Y/N shrugged. “Whatever you say Lils.” 

Fred cackled and drew their attention away from their conversation. “He’ll never get me!” 

James groaned, opening his eyes. Fred gasped. “That’s cheating.” 

“I don’t care.” James teased. “Start swimming.” 

Roxie hissed. “Don’t get too loud or the parents will find out.” She laid her head on Y/N’s lap, picking at a daisy. “Technically speaking, we’re not supposed to be out here this late.” 

Molly rolled her eyes. “Roxie, come on. Live a little.” 

Lucy shook her head. “We should all listen to Roxie a little more. Remember last time they found out?” 

Hugo laughed, nodding. “When were were nine?” The rest of the cousins started laughing too. “They don’t care anymore. Relax Lu. Go back to your book.” 

Lucy scoffed, sticking out her tongue. “Fine, I will.” 

A shadow cast over the pair, and before they could react, James started shaking off his lake water on them. “James!” Roxie and Y/N shrieked, but he didn’t stop. He grinned, crossing his arms. “The both of you- scratch that- the lot of you are quitters. Fred and I were the only ones playing.” He glared at his girlfriend. “Your betrayal hurts.” 

She jutted her bottom lip out, feigning empathy. “Forgive me, love.”

He sighed. “If you insist.” Popping his hip, he stared at his cousin until she opened her eyes. 

Roxanne raised an eyebrow. “May I help you?” 

He nodded. “I believe you’re in my spot.” 

“Finders keepers Potter.” She closed her eyes, leaning back. “There’s room beside her.” 

James scoffed. “Actually, come to think of it…” He extended his hand. “I have a surprise for you.” 

“Oh?” Y/N grinned. “What kind of surprise?” 

Everyone groaned, Lily, going so far as to gag. “Godric you two, take it somewhere else.” 

James hissed at his sister. “That’s what I’m trying to do Lily.” 

Roxanne whined. “Please don’t move Y/N/N. I just got comfortable.” 

Y/N laughed. “Roxie…” 

Fred smirked. “She’s using her ‘get out of detention’ voice.” 

“Roxie, can you please move?” She smiled sweetly. “I promise tomorrow I’ll be all yours.” 

James scoffed. “What-” 

Y/N whipped her head up, widening her eyes. “Please?” 

Roxanne rolled over, releasing her friend. “Fine, fine.” 

Y/N grabbed James hand, following after him eagerly. Albus laughed. “They’re smitten.” 

Lucy sighed, looking up from her book. “They’re adorable.” 

Louis smiled. “They’re getting married.”

“Who’s getting married?” Another voice broke through the comfortable arguing. 

“Teddy!” Lily and Albus jumped up, racing toward her godbrother. He grinned, catching both of them effortlessly. “Helga, I missed you two!” 

“Victorie!” The rest of the cousins raced toward the eldest, grinning. They quickly sat back down in a huddle, gossiping about the missing couple. Molly leaned forward. “So why do you think they’re getting married?” 

Teddy laughed. “Besides the fact that James wrote me and said he wants to marry her? Not much.” 

Fred rolled his eyes. “We all know James is dramatic, we don’t know what will happen.” 

Roxanne turned around, tilting her head curiously at her brother. “So you don’t think they’re going to get married?” 

“I didn’t say that.” Fred grinned. “Sometimes, when James is sleeping, I can hear him talking about her.”

Albus laughed, shaking his head in secondhand embarrassment. “Salazar, he’s humiliating himself.” 

“James, take your hands off of my eyes.” 

“What good is a surprise if you can’t see the awe on your face?” They stopped. “Ready?”

She nodded. “Whenever you are.” 

“Prepare to be amazed.” He pulled back his hands. “What do you think?” 

Y/N tilted her head. “Jamie… it’s a wall.” 

He sighed, feigning disappointment. “Oh sweet sweet Y/N.” He hooked his arm around her waist. “Hold on.”

“Hold on? Why would I-” She gasped, grabbing his waist. They floated past the first floor, past the second, and the third, landing on the roof facing the sunrise. “James.” She let go, walking closer to the edge. “This is beautiful.” 

She turned around, kissing him gently. “Consider me surprised.” 

“Glad I could be of service.” He leaned his forehead against hers. “I- I have to tell you something.” 

“Tell me something.” She whispered, their eyes locked in a dangerous dance. 

“I-” He swallowed thickly. “I lo-” She lept up, colliding their lips.

“I love you too.” 

He grinned, shaking his head. “You didn’t even let me finish my sentence.” 

“I’m sorry.” She smirked. “You were saying?”

He nodded. “Good. As I was saying…” He stared at her again, his cheeks bright red. “I love you.” 

“James…” She smiled. 

“Yeah?” 

“In the future, please make sure the surprise doesn’t face your cousins.” 

“What-” He looked behind her, laughing. “They’ve been watching us the whole time haven’t they?” 

She nodded, laying her head in the crook of his neck. “Yeah, they have.”

taglist: @beebeechaos

[blueberrymash]

james sirius potter and his girlfriend find an old picture of james sirius' grandparents that they took after their wedding - and they decide to recreate it!

[depressedcoffeeobsess]

I need you guys to give me requests! Wether you are a writer or not. Cause I'm literally sulking in the corner , with my blankets on my body , eating fresh oreo icecream , watching Harry Potter and the prisoner of Azkaban like the loner I am for the 12th time. Pretty please with a big cute strawberry on top for Joy? 🍓 🍰 🍓 🍰 🍓 🍰 🍓 🍰 🍓 🍰

[harrie-fic-center]

james sirius potter

a rocky start by everlovingdeer

in a new light by everlovingdeer

juliet by everlovingdeer

love and all things fake by everlovingdeer

mending the heart by everlovingdeer

namesake by everlovingdeer

off limits by everlovingdeer

wedded bliss by everlovingdeer

[thatboisus]

me logging onto tumblr after consuming a new piece of media

[randommultifandomrants]

Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

[natti-ice]

18+ mdni

that reality check hitting after reading smut

[aphrcdites]

the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object

[cruel-seduction]

It’s like a full-blown addiction, but instead of drugs or booze, it’s this fictional guy who’s got her wrapped around his finger. She knows it’s fucked up—knows she’s out here daydreaming about someone who’s not even real—but who cares? This guy? He’s everything. He’s charming in the worst ways, flawed in every possible sense, but there’s just something about him that has her hooked. He doesn’t even know she exists, but she’s ready to fight anyone who says a word against him. Seriously, she’ll defend his honor like it’s a fucking life-or-death mission.

He’s a goddamn trainwreck, but he’s her trainwreck. She’ll put up with all his baggage, his emotional scars, his dark sides, because somehow, that brokenness makes him feel more real to her than any real guy could. He’s messed up, but she’ll fix him in her head every single time. Maybe it’s that thrill of knowing he’s dangerous and untouchable that makes him even more irresistible. He might break her heart in a hundred ways, but it’s the kind of heartbreak that makes her feel alive, even if it hurts like hell.

And it’s never gonna happen, right? She knows that. He’s not gonna waltz into her life and sweep her off her feet. But it doesn’t matter. Because she gets to have him on her terms—no messy reality, no awkward first dates, no risking her heart for real. He’s always there when she needs him, in that perfect little bubble of fantasy she’s built for herself. And maybe she’s a little crazy for it, but at least with him, she’s never disappointed. Every time she replays his scenes, reads the fanfics, imagines their future together—it's like a high she can never quite shake. She knows it's all just a mindfuck, but she’s never felt more alive.

[bethsvrse]

me staring at my ceiling after y/n does the most FLABBERGASTING thing ever

[rosieandthethorns]

i don't WANT to read smut right now

i WANT to read a passionate, poetic, jaw dropping, tears streaking down my face, heart wrenching, giggle inducing, feet kicking, cringy yet amazing, gorgeous story written by someone who apologizes for english not being their first language(they're the best writers ever) which has 4 chapters and then makes me scream because it hasnt been updated in months and the author is mia

[raven-dor]

meddle about

in which james sirius potter is obessed with his girlfriend, and her hair

PAIRING: james sirius potter x reader

WARNINGS: making out, fluff, james is adorable, self esteem issues, slight arguing, more making out

AN: I got THREE requests for James Sirius, two of them asking for the reader to have curly hair, so I thought I would just mash them all together!! I AM AWARE THAT THE GIRL IN THE GIF DOES NOT HAVE CURLY HAIR - there are not a lot of 'cute couple' gifs with girls that have curly hair, I apologize 😞

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

The urge to have an outburst of anger in the Great Hall at nine in the morning was becoming more and more appealing with every passing moment. Her hair did not cooperate with her this morning, and now that she was in public, she felt like everyone was staring at the ‘mess’ on her head. She tried to force it into a bun, but it seemed to have a mind of its own. She squeezed her eyes shut, clenching her fists. 

“Love?” 

She felt her heart squeeze, opening her eyes to see her loving boyfriend. “Jamie.” She almost sighed in relief before remembering how disgusting she felt. She winced; she was sure he was not enjoying the sight before him. “How are you?” 

“Fine. I think the better question is, how are you?” He sat beside her, even though they were not in the same house. It was practically routine by now, but it still made her blush whenever he did. “You seem tense.” 

“It’s nothing. I just-” She paused. Every time she brought it up to James, he told her she was beautiful and she had nothing to worry about. Sometimes, she wished he would be honest with her. She smiled, shaking her head. “It’s nothing.” 

He nodded but looked entirely unconvinced. “Splendid.” He grabbed a piece of toast, stuffing it in his mouth like a child. She laughed, shaking her head. “You look gorgeous this morning, have I told you?” 

She tried not to glare at him. “You have. This morning, when I left your room.” 

He smirked. “Why didn’t you wait for me?” 

“James, I had to do rounds. After all,” She spread jam on her toast a little too harshly. “I’m the one who assigned them.” 

He nodded sarcastically. “Being Head Girl is so difficult.” 

“It is.” She glared. “Thank you for acknowledging it. Just because you’re Head Boy does not mean you can-” He interrupted, kissing her out of nowhere. She sighed, her stomach fluttering. “James.” 

“Love.” He whispered. “You’re spiraling. I saw the light leave your eyes.” 

“No, I’m not.” She admonished him. “I’m just saying that you need to take your duties more seriously.” He smirked, and she shoved him away. “Don’t even think about saying it.” 

He held his hands up in mock surrender. “You know me so well.” 

She nodded, taking a bite of her toast. “Would I be a good girlfriend if I didn’t?” 

“I suppose not.” He kissed her cheek quickly. “Thank Godric you are.” 

Transfiguration made the hours feel like days, and she really wished that she had sat in the back at this moment. If she had, she could have taken a nap or, more importantly, made sure no one could see the back of her head. She let her head fall into her hands, groaning quietly. Roxanne leaned over, whispering. “You alright, babe?” 

“Roxie, if this class doesn’t end soon, I swear to Merlin…” She peeked out of her hands, staring at her friend. “I need you to be honest with me.” 

Roxanne nodded, knowing exactly where this was going. “Your hair looks fine. Do you honestly think I’d let you walk around with bad hair?” 

Y/N laughed. “Wouldn’t be the first time…” 

Roxanne rolled her eyes. “You need to let that go. It was five years ago.” 

She sat up, watching as Professor Nott went over the steps of becoming an Animagus, even though they had already learned this in third year. She laughed to herself, knowing that James and she had done the steps two years ago. 

It was the one and only time she had broken the law. So far. She could never tell what she would have to do for James; his pranks always bordered on illegal activity. 

Y/N spoke under her breath, leaning closer to Roxanne. “He’s staring at me, isn’t he?” 

Roxanne turned around as subtly as she could, nodding almost instantly. “When is he not?” 

“Honestly, if he spent as much time focusing in class as he spent on me, he’d be top of our year.” 

Roxanne laughed, causing half the class to look over at the girls. They sank into their seats, giggling lightly. A paper bird landed on her desk, and Y/N whipped around, glaring at her boyfriend. She shook her head, opening up the note. She blushed, Roxanne almost laughing again at her friend's reaction. 

You’re absolutely breathtaking. 

Broom closet after class? 

xx

Your secret admirer

She grabbed her quill, scribbling quickly. 

Don’t lie to me; that’ll get you nowhere.

And I won’t meet you in a broom closet, we’re not fourth years.

We have a room for a reason, Potter.

She sent it back, forcing herself to focus on the lesson.

That proved difficult. 

She felt like she was on fire. James always did this to her; he stared at her like she was his entire world, and she turned into mush. This was just one of those many times. As he trailed down her body, she tried to contain her gasps, her cheeks bright red. “Jamie, you’re going to kill me.”

He smirked, reaching back up to her lips, and kissed them passionately. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?” He played with her hair, and she groaned, shoving his hands away. He tilted his head, a curious look on his face. “What are you doing?” 

She nuzzled her face into his neck, whispering. “You’re going to ruin my hair.” 

He scoffed. “I don’t think I could ruin your hair; it’s perfect.” 

She rolled her eyes, shoving him away and standing up, walking over to the mirror. “Now I have to redo it. It looks like I’ve rolled in the grass.” 

He sat on his shoulders, watching as she fussed over her now ‘ruined’ hair. “And what’s wrong with that?” 

“It’s almost as if you find joy in making me look like a mess.” She scolded him. He rose an eyebrow, rolling off the bed and standing behind her. 

“You never look like a mess.” He wrapped a hand around her waist, pulling her in. Y/N glared but made no movement to pull away, relaxing from his touch. “You’re beautiful, and so is your hair-” 

“James…” 

“No matter what it looks like.” He said firmly, a chill running down her spine. He was never this serious with her, constantly slipping a joke into any conversation, even arguments. “I need you to stop saying that.” 

“It’s my hair, James.” She scoffed. “Now let me fix it before dinner.” 

He walked away, shaking his head. “Fine. But you should know that no one is looking at your hair and thinking it’s a mess. It’s just you.” 

She felt like her mother was reprimanding her. Embarrassed, she stalked back over to his bed, grabbed her wand, and walked out the door. He yelled after her. “Where are you off to?” 

She didn’t bother to turn around. “I have to go do my hair.” 

“Love-” The door slammed behind her, and James winced. He followed after, knocking on her door. “I didn’t mean to upset you.” 

She brushed her locks, her eyes tearing up with frustration. “Just go away.”

“Y/N…” 

“You don’t get it, James!” She screamed at her door. “You’re perfect.”

He felt his heart shatter, listening to her voice crack. “So are you.” 

“James…” She flopped onto her bed, her mascara staining her pillow. “I’ll be out for dinner; just let me be.” 

“I’m sorry.” He hadn’t meant to upset her; he just wanted to compliment her hair. He walked back to his room, shutting the door. What he hadn’t heard was his girlfriend sobbing even harder than before. 

Y/N stomped down the stairs, casting a beauty spell on herself so that her friends wouldn’t know she was crying over her hair yet again. She sat at her table, ignoring James’s worried looks. She smiled at her Lysander and Lorcan, who were looking at her suspiciously. “Hello, my favorite pair of twins.” 

Lorcan laughed. “Don’t tell Roxie that.” 

Lysander simply tilted his head. “Take the spell off.” 

Lorcan shook his head, mumbling. “Lys…” 

“Does James know?” Lysander ignored his twin. “You know he wouldn’t like-” 

“Drop it.” She glared. “I just want one second where I’m not thinking about how disgusting I look or how my hair lays.” She sighed. “Please.” 

“I’ll drop it.” Lysander lamented. “But you know he won’t. And I agree with him; you know that I do.” 

She mumbled, picking at her food. “I don’t point out all the things you obsess over.” 

“True, but it’s different. And you know it.” 

Lorcan winced once more, nudging his twin. “Stop.” 

“I think I’m going to eat in my room.” She stood up, smiling weakly. “I’ll see you around.” 

“Wait-” She walked away, and Lysander sighed. “She didn’t even bring any food with her.” 

Lorcan nodded. “I wouldn’t worry too much.” He pointed to the Gryffindor table toward James, who had made her a plate and was following after her. "He's got her."

She was sitting in their shared living room when he’d found her. Staring blankly at the fire, she had hardly acknowledged him when he’d walked in. He felt distraught seeing her so upset about something that he had never even thought about. She was gorgeous; he thought she knew that. 

“I brought you food. I saw you hadn’t eaten anything.” 

She didn’t look up at him. “Are you watching me now?” 

He smiled, sitting beside her. “I always watch you. Why wouldn’t I?” He nudged her, placing the plate of food on her lap. “You’re mesmerizing.” 

“Thanks for the food, Jamie.” She picked up the plate, scooping herself some shepherd's pie. “It smells delicious.” 

He leaned back, staring at the fire with her. “You’re scaring me.” 

“What have I done to scare you?” 

He leaned over, his eyes bearing into hers, and she felt a chill fall down her spine. He whispered. “You know what you’ve done.”  

She rolled her eyes. “Why does everyone keep saying that?” She stood up, bringing the food with her as she walked toward the stairs. “I’m fine.” 

“No, you’re not.” James pleaded. “You’re practically perfect, and you don’t see it.” 

“Stop!” She screamed. “I can handle compliments, but I can’t handle lying.” Crossing her arms, she broke, a tear slipping down her cheek. “Especially from you.” 

He stepped forward, his face serious. “I would never lie to you. Ever.” 

She scoffed, stepping back toward the stairs. “You��re lying to me right now.” 

“Y/N.” He grabbed her face in his hands. “I have never lied to you, and I’m not going to start now. You’re beautiful.” He leaned his forehead against hers. “It hurts me that you don’t think so.” 

“You’re too sweet.” She whispered. "I don't think I'm good for-"

He shook his head, placing a finger over her lips. “Don't finish that sentence.” He removed his finger, smiling lightly. “I need you to say it with me. Say you’re beautiful.”  

She shook her head, trying not to smile alongside him. It was hard; everything about him was so infectious. “No.” 

His eyes grew dark. “Say it.” 

She shook her head, giggling. “No, James.” 

He rose an eyebrow. “Last chance, love.” She tried to back away from him slowly, but he was fast; of course he was. He pulled her back to him, laughing at her feeble escape attempt. His hands fell to her waist, tickling her lightly. She cackled, almost dropping the food still in her hands. He grabbed the plate and sat it down on the table beside them. “Now, where were we?” 

She shook her head, trying to run up the stairs. “Please, don’t, Jamie!” 

He laughed as he chased after her. “Say it!” 

She shook her head, running into her room. “You can’t-” He grabbed her wrist, spinning her around. She gasped, her hands landing on his chest. “I-” 

He smirked, leaning down. “Say it.” 

She whined. “James.”

“Love.” He whined back. “I guess I’ll just have to make you believe it.” 

Her cheeks grew red instantly, and she smacked his chest, trying to get out of his hold. “James Sirius Potter!”

He laughed, following after her as she fell onto her bed. “What? What did I say?” He hovered over her form, his boyish grin full of mischief and love. “You’re beautiful.” He leaned down, kissing her neck. “Say it with me.” 

She hummed, trying not to give in. “I’m-” 

He nodded, kissing lower. “Yes?” 

“You’re being mean.” She squirmed under his touch. “This isn’t fair.” 

“You’re right.” He said in between kissing down her torso. “It’s unfair that my hot girlfriend thinks she’s some kind of troll.” He pulled himself back up to her lips, dangerously close to them. “Say it.” 

“I’m…” She gulped, whispering. “I’m beautiful.” 

He nodded, leaning down and kissing her until her lungs gave out. “Good. Now, let’s make you believe it.” 

taglist: @beebeechaos

[blueberrymash]

they're lowkey albus and james potter coded

[maisy1111]

pov: you’re scrolling trying to find a cute little fluffy fanfic to read but everything you get is smut 

no smut hate, i just want to giggle :(

[that1nerd-20]

When a fanfic writer puts a nickname you think Is icky in their smut fic

[thatboisus]

reading a good ass fanfic up until it said something that just makes you want to stop reading