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[iamgonnagetyouback]

omg! baby! your new theme is super cute! (๑✪ᆺ✪๑) it's very demure, very mindful, very cutesy, just like you (⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝)

i hope you're well, my darling, you deserve only the best things in life and i adore you so much ( ˶˘ ³˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)!♡  

awww, mum!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ i’m absolutely beaming here from your sweetness—honestly, demure and cutesy?? you always know how to make me feel special! (つ≧▽≦)つ

everything’s going wonderfully…except… *pouts dramatically* you didn’t join the boop event! (っ˃̣̣̥ -˂̣̣̥ς) how could you leave me out here, boopless and longing?! (and if you did join, i wasn’t told! (¬_¬))

but no fear! an image-boop has come to the rescue!!! so, on behalf of all the boops I missed from you…boops you through the screen! (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡

[iamgonnagetyouback]

UGHH MUM THIS IS SO CUTEEE 😭💘 I can’t even!! The whole "hopeless love" bit? I'M SCREAMING 🥹 First off, the way you’ve captured James’ total devotion to the reader is heart-stopping. Like, HE DOESN’T EVEN WANNA PRETEND TO LOVE ANYONE ELSE – even in front of the camera! The integrity, the respect he has for her, it's just… 🥹✨

And THEN THE BIG REVEAL?! When he finally sees her by the camera, and his heart just melts — I FELT THAT. That wasn’t acting; that was James giving every ounce of his real heart in that split second. The close-up, the genuine expression that was all for HER, and Sirius just popping off in excitement!! Oh my gosh, I could barely breathe through the cuteness. 😭💖💖

Plus, the interview bit! The way Marlene spills the story, and James is all shy and soft about it, explaining how his REAL reaction made the scene. AND WHEN THEY ASK ABOUT THE MUSIC VIDEO TOO?? I'm just melting at James casually saying he’s the muse behind her love songs — like, HELLO?!

Thank you for creating this masterpiece that’s better than any rom-com scene ever

JAMES POTTER | GENUINE

SUM. : your boyfriend finally takes a role who has a romantic interest but his expression is hardly convincing; only you can get a genuine reaction from him

LENGTH : 1.8k

TAGS : actor james potter au ; modern au ; muggle au ; singer reader au ; actor/director sirius black au ; actress marlene mckinnon au ; fluff ; celebrity couple goals ; james can't do romantic roles ; he's too loyal!

“CUT!” Sirius shouts and James drops his shoulders in disappointment, his expression of ‘hopeless love’ also slipping off his face. This is why he wasn’t suited for romantic roles. As Sirius shouts for everyone to take a short five-minute break, James catches Marlene sending him a sympathetic look before moving to her chair with the help of her make-up team, who lifted the heavy skirt of her wedding dress for easier movement. “Come on James, what’s gotten into you?” Sirius asks, making his way over as Remus touches up James’ hair and suit. 

“I’m trying Sirius,” the actor sighs, “I think I just need a break to collect myself and then I can finally get that winning take for you,” 

“You better,” Sirius playful threatens, “I know you’re a lovesick fool so I know the type of infatuated expressions you can pull. Just try to emulate that and you’re golden, okay?”

‘It’s not that easy if it isn’t her…’ James was tempted to protest but settled with a simple, “Okay…” satisfied, Sirius walks away with Remus to discuss some things with the camera crew while James leans against the set’s alter. 

As an actor, James should find it easy to perform his characters’ expressions and emotions, his stardom and recurring roles in thriller, action and adventure films were a sentiment to that. However, his current role requires romantic displays, something he had actively avoided in his acting career. 

Characters that had passionate, romantic and intimate scenes were roles James tended to avoid primarily due to his endless loyalty to you, his childhood sweetheart. As young teens, you and James fell in love long before your successes. Since then, you have only grown a deeper love for each other, fostered by the hardships that came with your dreams of becoming a singer and his of becoming an actor with Sirius. 

His best friend eventually divulged into directing his own films whilst James continued expanding his role as an actor — as much as he’s able to with the number of scripts he’s dropped for their romantic interests and amorous scenes. It didn’t sit right with him having to kiss another girl let alone look lovingly at someone that wasn’t you. He felt like a cheat. Many, including Sirius, however, have told him that it was part of his job but James was insistent on making no exceptions. He respected you and the love you shared too much. The same way you would play your own love interest in music videos while wearing a short wig and masculine attire. It was a show of mutual respect you both had for the other before and after your relationship became public. 

The only reason James had taken on this role was due to Sirius’ insistence as the director, the lack of intimate scenes as well as the dominating adventure, and fantasy genre. It would all be underpinned by small heartfelt moments with his character’s love interest played by his close friend Marlene McKinnon. The two characters’ love story will end in tragedy, haunted by the trope of ‘right person, wrong time’. James believed he could convincingly play his loving expressions only brought on by you in the rare, romantic moments his character shares with Marlene’s but it’s proving harder than he originally thought. Simply thinking about you wasn’t enough…

Mulling over his character’s story, James imagines you in Marlene’s place. He only had three minutes remaining to focus on how he should convey his character’s ‘hopeless love’ convincingly. 

To concentrate, he closes his eyes and thinks deeply, ignoring the sudden scuffle and whispers around him. On an adventure to rescue his unrequited love’s significant other, James selflessly volunteers to aid in her quest, protecting her and cherishing her throughout the arduous journey, putting his life at risk for a girl who would never love him back. Unselfishly, he continues forward without drawing any attention to the deep love he holds for her, the audience kept in suspense of his mysterious ambitions— that is, until the dream sequence. In his sleep, influenced by the surrounding, foreign plants’ effects, James dreams of his ideal future, one where he gets to marry his love, who will reciprocate his feelings wholeheartedly. It’s the moment all audience members realise James’ true motivations, encouraging a swell of heartache amongst them when they are forced to accept the reality his own character is made to face: that he cannot be with his love no matter despite his efforts. Her heart belongs to another and if he were to fall for the plant’s trap, he will never wake up from his heavenly dream-come-true and become living fertilsier to continue the plant’s life. The heartache of that realisation is further emphasised when James doesn’t stop loving her in his own, silent and benevolent way. 

This is going to be a big moment for James’ character; he needs to put his all into this!

Before he has the chance to open his eyes, however, James is already being led to his spot on the set by Remus. The brunette informs him that the short break is over and instructs him to start before his turn to face Marlene. 

“Again, the shot’s focus will be on your face, James, Make it a good one,” Sirius instructs from his director’s chair and, with a small pause cues for the start of the hundredth take.

Opening his eyes gradually, as if waking up from a dream, James takes a moment to analyse his surroundings. He meets the eyes of his groomsmen, shooting them a confused look before slowly turning and raising his gaze. He’s become familiar with Marlene in her wedding dress now so her off-centred placement doesn’t deter him. He also fully trusts in the team, if they saw it fit to make any changes, he’ll help follow through. Marlene is only slightly off centre, he realises, to accommodate the camera’s view of his expression more clearly. James fully expects to only see Marlene, however, when he finally raises his gaze, in the distance, he sees you by the camera. 

And James immediately smiles. 

He completely forgets where he is, rather, he savours the warmth that fills his chest at the sight of you, the burst of elation in his brain when he sees you smiling at him, dressed in his oversized sweater and your casual jeans. You’re not in a wedding dress nor dolled up the same way Marlene is for the take but you’re just as gorgeous. There’s a tingling itch in his fingertips to reach out for you and he almost does but stops when he remembers where he is and what’s happening around him. His look of sweeping joy and deep affection falters ever so slightly but is completely captured by the camera’s close-up shot. James’ internal berating of another failed performance barely begins when Sirius is suddenly cheering in delight. 

“CUT! AND PRINT!” Sirius claps and laughs at the success but James is left blinking in confusion. Did he hallucinate you? He looks in your direction again. No, you weren’t a figment of his imagination, you’re really here! “Finally! That was what I was looking for! Great idea on putting her beside the camera, Moony,” 

Remus nods his head in graceful humility as you giggle from where you stand. You had planned a surprise visit for James and called Remus beforehand for access to the set. It was the perfect surprise considering you had barely seen each other the last few weeks; he was busy filming with Sirius and Marlene while you were recording songs for your new, up-and-coming album. That only seemed to add to James’ favourable reaction, however. 

“BREAK!” Sirius announces with a wink directed at you, “Let's give the two love birds a moment, as thanks for finally getting the job done. Let’s give it ten!” it seemed as though succeeding after multiple failures had made Sirius a little too happy and laidback but who was James to complain? As Marlene knowingly smirks at him, he runs past and launches himself at you. With a squeal, you return his embrace and giggle into his shoulder. 

“I missed you…” he whispers into your crown.

“Surprise!” you announce despite the lateness and giggle again. Music to his ears. 

“Thanks for helping me with my scene, love,” he pulls away with deep affection swimming in his hazel eyes and he cups your jaw while resisting the urge lean in and kiss you endlessly. He loves the sound of your voice just as much as the feel of your lips against his own so, for now, he’ll willing listen. He can taste your sweet lips later.  

“I didn’t really know what was happening but I’m happy to help,” 

“You’re so cute,” he sighs and finally pulls you into passion-filled kiss before you can utter another word. "I can't believe you're my lady,"

"Your lady?"

"Yes," James giggles and kisses your cheek again and again and again, "my lady, the same way, I'm your man,"

"Mmm, sounds good," you utter against his lips, "I'll have to feature you in my new music video then~"

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“...tell me about that scene. It was such a big moment for the audience and your character. How did you manage to look so in love but then so heartbroken?” the interviewer asks, smiling but tilting his head in curiosity when Marlene burst out laughing. 

“Oh, this is such a good story!” James looks away, unable to meet his co-star and friend’s mischievous smirk and glimmering eyes, “Can I tell him?” she doesn’t even give him the chance to answer before ingeminating the tale, “James couldn’t get that moment right for multiple takes. We were all getting tired of him, really. But since Sirius knew he was capable of being a love-drunk fool, he persisted for over an hour! And this is just for a one minute section of the film!” James finally chuckles despite his flustered expression when Marlene makes a side comment about how the wedding dress was a chore to wear for such an extended period of time and didn’t appreciate James’ slow uptake, “there wasn’t even an after-party for me to let loose in, my supposed ‘groom’ had his brain elsewhere,” the two share a laugh and James picks up on the story. 

“Elsewhere, meaning my girlfriend. She actually planned a surprise visit during filming and was brought in by Remus. He put her right by the camera and the reaction you saw on film was my reaction to seeing her instead of Marlene.” his co-star coos at how adorable he is whenever he’s around you and gossips with the interviewer about how cute of a couple the two of you make behind the scenes. 

“Is that why you’ve become her love interest in the music videos for her new album?” the interviewer asks impromptu. He’s on the edge of his seat and is a clear fan of your music, which makes James happier than if the man was to say he was a fan of him.  

“Naturally,” James smiles to himself, “she did say I was the inspiration for her love ballads,”

NAVI.

A/N : this was inspired by this tiktok and a daydream i had! the anime is called 'Frieren: Beyond Journey's End', I've never watched it but it was on my fyp, i did some exploring and, now, here i am (๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑) i hope you darlings enjoyed the read!

[iamgonnagetyouback]

i need your birthday little miss! i'm conducting very important research (⁎⁍̴̛ ₃ ⁍̴̛⁎)

ah, yes, my very important birthday research… dramatic gasp it was july 27th, obviously the most significant day in history.

the stars aligned, the universe smiled, and i graced the world with my presence. 😎

now, in the name of fairness and my equally important research, what day did you bless the world with your awesomeness?

spill the beans! (or should i say, spill the cake? 🍰)

[iamgonnagetyouback]

BABBYYYYYYYY! I need to sleep but I can’t do that when you’re running around in my mind! (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

how are you, my darling baby? I hope you’re always smiling and happy and full to the brim with your favourite snacks haha! I swear you’re the cutest baby ever and I’m so lucky you’re in my life! ♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ )

are you well rested? sleeping well? staying hydrated? well fed? thinking of you has inspired me to check in regularly with my lovely moots and spread some love, it’s unfortunate that i’m only brave enough to do this just before bed but i’m compelled to visit and check on my darlings before i officially knock out tonight <3

(how am i doing? I’m not as charming or adorable as you but i’ll do my best to brighten their day the way you brighten mine whenever i see you in my inbox)

mummmmmm!! my darling mummmmm!!! ♡(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ƪ♡

how am i supposed to sleep knowing you just showered me with the sweetest love-bomb ever?! i swear i’m floating on a cloud right now!! (✧◡✧) you’re the one who’s adorable, kind, and perfect in every way!! i’m over here trying to wrap my head around how i got so lucky to have you in my life, my heart is burstingggg!! (っ´ω`)ﾉ(╥ω╥)♡

i hope you, my sunshine, are getting all the rest you need, staying hydrated, and are feeling cozy as ever! you deserve every good thing, all your favorite snacks in abundance, and the biggest, warmest hugs always! (づ￣ ³￣)づ you’re already the brightest star in the sky, so just imagine the joy you bring to all your moots by just being you—pure magic!!!

you already brighten every corner of the world with your precious love and light!! thank you for taking such good care of me and everyone you love, my darling. sleep tight, my sweet mum, and dream of the fluffiest things because you’re that precious and deserve it all! ✧(>o<)ﾉ♡

[iamgonnagetyouback]

💌 send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome >:p💌 /np

mwah! i got you~  ( ˶˘ ³˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)!♡ 

mwah! aww, you’re making me blush! you’re way too sweet! i’ve got a whole heart full of love for you now!

ps. (i’m probably blushing so hard i look like a tomato 🍅) *hugs you tightly* you’re the best!

[iamgonnagetyouback]

when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers or moots

(i want to know your music taste too! and i adore the chirstmas theme ヾ(。���ω✪。)ｼ darling you're so creative and the festive vibes are immaculate! your profile feels like a warm hug (づ>/////<)づ♡)

mum!! ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝) oh my gosh, you in my inbox made me so so happy!! thank you for loving my christmas theme. you saying it feels like a warm hug? i’m cryinggg (happy tears, don’t worry (∩˃o˂∩)♡). you’re the actual cutest, and i wanna enter your pocket and be there forever!!!

okay, so here are my current fav songs (no judgment pls, my music taste is a ✨journey✨):

are you bored yet? (ft. clairo) by wallows, clairo (i can’t not sing along, it’s impossible).

sunflower, vol. 6 by harry styles (this song makes me wanna twirl in a field of sunflowers).

is it just me? (ft. charlie puth) it’s giving “existential crisis but make it catchy”).

battle (let’s go) by taylor swift (taylor does not miss).

packing it up by gracie abrams (soft and emotional and perfect, just like you).

thanks for this ask, mum—you’re my fave forever!! mwah! (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ

[iamgonnagetyouback]

OMG MUM, this is the fluffiest Remus Lupin oneshot I've ever read!!!

Let’s just take a moment to appreciate how Remus is out here serving “Boyfriend of the Year” realness, right? Carrying your heavy books? Hair ties at the ready? This man has set the standard so high, even Dumbledore is taking notes on how to be a gentleman. And the way he feeds you, unmatchable? Someone hand me a time-turner because I need this in my life, PERIOD.

Honestly, the Black Lake wishes it could be as cute as this scene. Also I love how you and Remus are the couple everyone's either swooning over or pretending not to stare at. Like, hello, your friends are burning redder than a Weasley at this point.

And that ending?!?!

“Lily, can we—”

Lily: ABSOLUTELY NOT, SIR. We do not compete with that level of couple goals.

I’m dying, send help. This was adorable, scandalous in the most perfect way, and literally has me smiling like an idiot. A+ fluff, you’ve officially added this to my mind, UGHHH. 💕

Request: Remus Lupin x ravenclaw!girlfriend!reader

Plot: Just them appropriately loving on each other, chaste kisses on shoulders and wrists while sitting in positions that may not look innocent, but it doesn’t go farther them that?

I don’t usually ask for bland ones, but some peace would be nice.

SIMPLE LOVING

LENGTH : 0.7k

TAGS : fluff ; remus being smitten ; feeding each other ; couple goals ; tickle fight

NAVI.

“How was Herbology, Rem?” you ask, sitting between his outstretched legs under the willow tree as it cried over the black lake. It was lunch break and because it was one of the lovelier days outside, you and your boyfriend decided to have lunch picnic-style along with the rest of his friends. Your group were also free to join, as always, and sat not too far from where you were comfortably melded against Remus, who lent back against the willow tree’s trunk. The both of you were cradled by its roots and shaded relatively well by its mourning silhouette. It was a perfect day. 

“It wasn’t bad,” Remus mumbles against your hair before pressing a brief kiss against your temple. Straining your neck only slightly, you share a smile before relaxing into one another once more, “how was Charms?” he asks, wrapping one arm around your torso as his other hand extends out to your right and pulls the small plate of lunch you brought out from the dinner hall. Remus had done the same but hadn’t touched his lunch yet. He prioritises yours and begins to feed unprompted. Caring for you comes so easily to him. 

In between mouthfuls, you reiterate the happenings of your Charms class. Remus didn’t care if the conversation got boring or had extended pauses, he merely enjoyed being around you. He also really enjoyed tending to your needs in small gestures. People often saw him carrying your heavy books to classes, helping you with your assignments and carrying spare hair ties on his wrists for you. Boys didn’t appreciate his setting of the standard and girls envied you for having such a considerate lover. 

“The flick and swish always gets me. There’s no standard for it so the outcome is always variable. The others made it look easy but I’ll show them and master that charm soon enough,” Remus smiles at your attitude and rids your pout by offering another spoonful. He loves listening to you talk. He loved hearing the sound of your voice; it was one of the most beautiful sounds he could hear. Whenever you got to talking, he always made sure to be completely silent and gave your words special attention. Oftentimes, whenever he’s reading his academic books for references and pre-reading relevant material before classes, your voice would be the one reading out the verses in his mind — that way, learning became a little more enjoyable and he got through the material much quicker. You finish up your plate of lunch soon enough and lovingly turn your face to kiss his inner wrist in gratitude.  

“Your turn, Rem,” you giggle and reach for his neglected plate of lunch. Smiling warmly, Remus observes as you turn in place before moving to straddle his lap. Naturally, his large hands move to hold your hips and you begin to feed him bite after bite.

In the background, your friends gape obnoxiously at the affectionate display, some burn bright red in the cheeks and others hurriedly look away. It was incredibly easy to mistake your activities for something much as the willow tree’s roots cradled your forms and obscured your lower halves. However, your innocent feeding of his lunch was all the indication they needed to know you weren’t doing anything beyond that. 

“You’re a mischievous little minx, you know that, darling?” Remus muses, licking his lips as you set down his finished plate. 

“Hmm?” you tilt your head innocently and lean down for a kiss, licking away the remnants of his lunch from his lips as you pull away, “What do you mean, Rem? I don’t know what you’re talking about,”

He laughs at your playful display and carefully throws you off him, to the grass. As you lay on your back, giggling sweetly, he leans over your form and captures your lips in a heated kiss. A stray hand traces the curves of your waist and hips as the other keeps him hovering above you. He never goes too far with intimacy, especially in such a public place but you savour the scandalised gasps of your distant friends. Your handsome boyfriend pulls away with a hidden smirk and buries his face into your neck, kissing your sensitive skin and tickling the area with his nose. 

“Remus!” you squeal in delight, laughing as brightly as the sun overhead. His wondering hand and the loving kisses to your neck and shoulder had quickly divulged into a tickle attack. Onlookers stare on, envious of such a loving and harmonious relationship. 

“Lily, can we—”

“No!”    

NAVI.

A/N : i'm so sorry it took me such a long time to get to this request, my love, i was in a rut with requests for such a long time and i kept overthinking them all. I'm afraid i don't make any explicit mentions of reader being a ravenclaw but it's still fluffy and cute and perfectly sweet for you x

[iamgonnagetyouback]

send this to all your favourite moots and roll a snowball! KEEP THE SNOWBALL ROLLING!❄️🤍❄️🤍❄️

oomph 😵‍💫 that's one heavy snowball—almost got flattened! but don't worry, I'm rolling it right forward ❄️🤍 gotta keep it going!

[iamgonnagetyouback]

Send this to some of your favourite people and pass the pumpkin round! KEEP THE PUMPKIN TRAIN GOING! 🎃🖤🎃🖤🎃

hehehe~ i gotchu~ ( ˶˘ ³˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)!♡

awww, you got me! passing this spooky pumpkin love right back to you! keep the pumpkin train going, peoplee! ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

[iamgonnagetyouback]

mum!!! ૮(˶╥︿╥)ა you always leave the most thoughtful and sweetest comments, i can’t even!!! i’m sobbing, cooing, and grinning all at once reading this—like, how do you leave a comment this heartwarming??? (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)💖 i’m so so glad you loved it, especially the little moments like the love definitions and the treehouse (even though i lowkey broke your heart there oops). AND YES, MCGONAGALL BEING A SHIPPER IS EVERYTHING WE NEED IN LIFE!!!

your words literally just made my entire day, my week, my month even!!! you’re such a gem, and i’m so beyond grateful for you and your support, mum. sending you ALL the cuddles and big squishy hugs right now as compensation!!! (つ ˘̩╭╮˘̩)つ mwah mwah mwah!!! ily endlessly!!! <33

childhood sweethearts and paper rings ⋆˚࿔

synopsis ⭑.ᐟ james potter x reader where you both realize your love through paper rings

warnings: fluff overload, pining, a sprinkle of angst but resolved quickly, excessive paper rings

word count: 3,438 words

inspired from: (a bit) ➺ paper rings by taylor swift ♡

author's note: childhood best friends to lovers is james potter’s ultimate trope. argue with the wall

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James Potter was seven years old when he decided that he was going to marry you. He didn’t understand much about marriage—only that it meant you’d be together forever, which sounded like the best thing in the world. After all, you were his best friend, and if forever wasn’t you, then who else could it be for?

The Potters and your family were close friends, and most weekends, you were bundled into the fireplace to floo to their house. James would meet you on the other side, grinning wildly and already tugging your arm to drag you outside. The two of you were inseparable, whether you were building forts in the garden or chasing each other around with toy brooms.

“Sunny, you’re supposed to catch it!” James exclaimed one summer afternoon as he tossed a quaffle your way. His glasses slid down his nose, and he pushed them up impatiently.

“I’m trying!” you yelled back, laughing as the ball sailed past your outstretched arms. You were too busy giggling to notice James running to retrieve it. He came back with dirt on his knees and his hair even messier than usual.

“We’ll practice until you’re as good as me,” he declared, puffing out his chest in mock importance.

You scrunched up your nose, sticking your tongue out at him. “What if I don’t want to be good at Quidditch? What if I want to be the best cake-eater in the world?”

James grinned, his own cheeks turning pink. “Then I’ll be the second-best. We can do it together.”

By the time you were eight, James had discovered the fine art of crafting paper rings. It started when he saw his mum making origami flowers for a party. Naturally, he wasn’t allowed near the good parchment—but his dad handed him some scraps, and the rest was history.

The first paper ring James gave you was lopsided, crumpled at the edges, and had a faint ink smudge from where he’d tried to draw a flower on it. You’d accepted it with wide, delighted eyes, slipping it onto your finger like it was made of gold.

“What’s this for?” you’d asked, holding it up to inspect the crooked folds.

“It’s…” James hesitated, suddenly bashful. “It’s a promise. You’re my best friend, and I’ll always be there for you.”

You grinned so brightly he thought his chest might burst. “I’ll always be there for you too, Jamie!” you chirped, and the name stuck, much to his parents’ amusement.

At nine, you and James built a treehouse. Or at least, you started to. James had insisted on using magic, and after much begging and wheedling, his mum had charmed a few planks of wood into place.

“It’ll be our secret hideout,” James said as you hammered nails into the rickety ladder.

“For what?” you asked, holding the ladder steady. Your hair was sticking to your forehead, and there was a streak of mud on your cheek, but you couldn’t have been happier.

“For… secret plans,” James decided. “Like how we’ll sneak extra pudding without anyone noticing.”

You beamed. “And maybe we can put all the paper rings here too. Like a treasure chest!”

He thought that was the best idea ever.

By ten, James had made you more paper rings than either of you could count. Some were decorated with little doodles, others with clumsy attempts at flowers or hearts. You kept them all in a shoebox under your bed, treasuring them like the precious artifacts they were.

One rainy afternoon, you and James sat cross-legged on the rug in his room, watching the droplets streak down the window.

“Sunny,” James said, breaking the comfortable silence. “Do you know what love is?”

You tilted your head, considering. “Not really. I think it’s when someone makes you really happy. Like my mum when she bakes my favorite cookies.”

James nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah. I think it’s when someone does things for you. Like… like when you gave me the bigger half of your pie last week.”

You grinned, your toothy smile making his cheeks heat up. “Then I think love is when you gave me your scarf when I was cold.”

He grinned back, lopsided and bright. “Maybe love is when we’re best friends forever.”

When you turned eleven, everything began to change. A letter arrived, delivered by an official-looking owl, and James practically dragged you across the room to celebrate.

“We’re going to Hogwarts together!” he exclaimed, lifting you off the ground in his excitement. “This is going to be the best year ever!”

You squealed, clutching onto him as he spun you around. “Jamie, I’m so excited!”

Later that day, he gave you another paper ring. It was neater this time, folded carefully with gold-trimmed parchment he’d begged off his mum.

“This one’s special,” James said solemnly as you slipped it onto your finger.

“Why?” you asked, tilting your head.

“Because it’s the last one before Hogwarts,” he said. “But I’ll make you loads more when we’re there.”

You beamed, clutching the ring to your chest. “Best friends forever?”

“Forever,” he promised.

And that was the thing about James Potter. Even when he didn’t fully understand what love was, he knew one thing: it was always going to be you.

At Hogwarts, you quickly became part of the infamous Marauders. James, Sirius, Remus, Peter, and you. Whether it was sneaking into the kitchens for late-night snacks or plotting pranks on the Slytherins, the five of you were inseparable.

James had a knack for getting the group into trouble, and you had a knack for talking your way out of it.

“It’s not my fault Snape looks so funny when his robes turn pink,” James argued one day, as you all hid in an empty classroom after a particularly successful prank.

“You used an entire bottle of dye,” Remus pointed out dryly, though he was biting back a smile.

“Totally worth it,” Sirius said, high-fiving James.

Peter chuckled nervously. “Do you think he’ll ever figure out it was us?”

“Who cares?” you said, laughing. “Jamie, you’re brilliant.”

James beamed at your praise, his grin so wide it threatened to split his face.

But while James was fearless in most things, there was one subject that turned him into a bumbling mess: Lily Evans, although you understood the feeling, cause she was gorgeous.

“Merlin’s beard, just look at her,” James sighed dreamily one afternoon as the five of you sat under a tree by the Black Lake. Lily was a few yards away, reading a book and flipping her hair over her shoulder.

“You’re staring again,” you teased, nudging him with your shoulder.

James turned red. “I am not!”

“You absolutely are,” Sirius chimed in, smirking. “If you’re going to pine, at least do it with some dignity, Prongs.”

“I’m not pining!” James protested, though his voice cracked slightly.

Remus raised an eyebrow. “You drew a heart with her initials in your Transfiguration notes yesterday.”

“I did not!” James said, horrified.

Peter nodded enthusiastically. “You did. I saw it too.”

You burst out laughing, leaning into James as he groaned and buried his face in his hands. “Jamie, it’s okay to have a crush. Especially if it's on Evans. I do too but the difference is you’re terrible at hiding it.”

“You lot are the worst,” he muttered, though he couldn’t hide the small smile creeping onto his face.

Despite the relentless teasing, you were always James’ biggest supporter. When he finally worked up the courage to ask Lily out in your fifth year, you were the one who gave him the pep talk beforehand.

“You’re James Potter,” you said firmly, gripping his shoulders. “You’re charming, funny, and completely brilliant. If she doesn’t say yes, it’s her loss.”

James smiled nervously. “You really think so?”

“I know so,” you said confidently.

And even though a small part of you felt a twinge of something you couldn’t quite name, you pushed it aside. Because James was your best friend, and you’d always be there for him—just like he’d always be there for you.

It happened gradually, so slowly that you didn’t notice at first. The paper rings, once a constant in your life, became fewer and fewer. By sixth year, they stopped altogether. You told yourself it didn’t matter—after all, you and James were still thick as thieves. He was busy with Quidditch, the Marauders, and his relentless pursuit of Lily Evans.

But deep down, you missed them.

Then one day, an owl from your parents arrived during breakfast in the Great Hall. You tore open the envelope eagerly, only to feel your stomach drop as you read the letter.

The treehouse at the Potters burned down.

Your chest ached as you reread the words. The treehouse, your secret hideout, the place where you’d kept all the paper rings James had ever given you—gone. Reduced to ashes.

You left the Great Hall in a daze, clutching the letter as tears blurred your vision. It wasn’t just a treehouse. It was years of memories, laughter, and promises that now felt lost forever. You needed to tell James. He would understand.

You found him in the courtyard, a broad grin on his face as he spoke animatedly to Lily. She was laughing, her green eyes sparkling in the sunlight, and for a moment, you hesitated.

Then you saw it: a paper ring in his hand. Your heart clenched painfully as he turned it over in his fingers, showing it to Lily with the same excitement he’d once reserved for you.

You felt a lump form in your throat. It was silly, really. You’d known for years that James fancied Lily. You’d encouraged him, teased him, supported him. And yet, seeing him with a paper ring—your paper ring—meant for her…

It felt like losing a part of yourself.

You turned on your heel and walked away before he could see you, the letter crumpled in your hand. As you hurried back to the common room, you tried to push the image from your mind, but it clung stubbornly.

You told yourself it didn’t matter. Maybe Lily had finally agreed to a date. Maybe the ring wasn’t even for her. Maybe, maybe, maybe…

But the ache in your chest told a different story.

You didn’t sleep much that night. The weight of the treehouse’s destruction—and the memories it held—pressed heavily on your chest. When morning came, you dragged yourself to breakfast, your usual bubbly demeanor dimmed.

James was already there, sitting with Sirius, Remus, and Peter, recounting some Quidditch play. He caught sight of you as you approached, and his grin faltered.

“Morning, sunny,” he greeted, nudging the bench beside him. “You look like you didn’t sleep a wink.”

You plopped down next to him, twisting the edge of your sleeve. “James… the..the treehouse, it burned down.”

His face froze, confusion quickly giving way to shock. “What?” His voice was soft, barely above a whisper.

You handed him the crumpled letter. He read it, his expression shifting to heartbreak. “Our treehouse? The one we built with my mum’s old cushions and all the fairy lights?”

You nodded, your throat tight. “All the paper rings… they were in there, James.”

For a moment, he just stared at the letter. Then, without warning, he pulled you into a tight hug. His arms wrapped around you like they used to when you were kids, and you buried your face in his shoulder, letting the familiar scent of parchment and pine comfort you.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I didn’t think—I didn’t realize—”

You missed the way his breath hitched, his soft oh of realization. Missed the quick glance he threw across the table to Lily, whose knowing gaze met his. Her lips curled into the faintest smile, as if she understood something neither of you had quite pieced together yet.

But you were too caught up in the hug, too lost in your own heartbreak to notice anything else.

James Potter was not one to do things halfway. The moment he realized how much those paper rings had meant to you, he made it his mission to bring them back into your life in abundance. It started small—a single paper ring folded neatly and tucked into your Potions book during class.

“James,” you whispered, holding it up with an amused smile. “You’re going to get us in trouble.”

“Trouble’s my middle name,” he whispered back, grinning mischievously before turning back to Slughorn’s lecture like he hadn’t just slid a tiny masterpiece of folded parchment into your life.

But James Potter didn’t stop at small. Soon, the paper rings started appearing everywhere. One in your bag during Transfiguration. Another tucked into your scarf at breakfast. A stack of them slid under your pillow one night. He even charmed one to float down from the owlery like a paper snowflake as you walked past.

The grandest moment came during Defense Against the Dark Arts. James, thinking he was being discreet, crept over to your desk mid-lecture to slip a particularly colorful ring onto your parchment. Just as he leaned down, a shadow loomed over both of you.

“Ahem,” Professor McGonagall’s sharp voice cut through the room like a knife. The class went silent, every head swiveling to witness James Potter caught red-handed.

James straightened, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “Just delivering a very important piece of classwork, Professor,” he said smoothly, holding up the paper ring as if it were a prized essay.

McGonagall’s lips twitched, though she worked hard to suppress a smile. “Very well, Mr. Potter. But if I catch you again, you’ll be writing lines until your quill runs out of ink.”

“Yes, Professor,” James said solemnly, though his wink to Sirius betrayed him.

As McGonagall turned back to the blackboard, you swore you saw her glance over her shoulder and wink—wink—at you. For a moment, you questioned your sanity.

By the end of the week, you had more paper rings than you knew what to do with. You didn’t have the heart to throw them away—not after all the effort James had gone to—so you started collecting them in an old chocolate box you found in your dorm.

Every night, you added the day’s rings to the collection, tracing your fingers over the creases and folds as you smiled to yourself. It was ridiculous, really. They were just bits of paper, after all. But each one felt like a tiny promise—a reminder of a boy who made the world brighter simply by being in it.

It was another morning at the Gryffindor table, and James was unusually quiet. Normally, he’d be drumming his fingers on the table, bantering with Sirius, or laughing at something Peter said. But today, he was poking at his eggs, lost in thought.

Remus noticed first. Of course, he did. “You haven’t mentioned Lily in a while,” he remarked, raising an eyebrow. “What happened? Did she finally hex you into silence?”

Sirius barked a laugh, and Peter snorted into his pumpkin juice. But James just shrugged, looking nonchalant.

“Oh, yeah, about that,” he said casually, as if he weren’t about to drop a bombshell. “Well… that’s not happening.”

Your fork clattered onto your plate. “Really?” you blurted, a little too loudly. You immediately ducked your head, heat rushing to your cheeks.

James smirked, but it wasn’t his usual mischievous one—it was softer, more thoughtful. “Yeah, she kind of pointed out that I might have feelings for someone else.”

The table went silent. Even Sirius, who rarely let anything keep him quiet for long, was staring at James in surprise.

“And?” Remus prompted, leaning forward like he already knew the answer.

“And I realized… she was right,” James admitted, his voice quieter now.

“Oh,” you said softly, trying to ignore the way your heart was racing. “That’s… interesting.”

“Yeah,” James said, turning to look at you with a curious expression. “It is.”

For a moment, his hazel eyes seemed to search yours, like he was trying to figure out if you knew what he meant—if you felt the same.

But before he could say anything else, Sirius, who clearly couldn’t handle the suspense, interrupted with a loud, “So, who’s the lucky person, Prongs? Don’t leave us hanging!”

James flushed, the tips of his ears turning pink as he grabbed a piece of toast and stuffed it into his mouth, muttering something unintelligible.

“Oh, come on,” Sirius teased, elbowing him. “Out with it, mate!”

But James just shook his head, laughing nervously. “Not telling,” he mumbled through a mouthful of toast.

The conversation shifted after that, Sirius dragging Peter into a heated debate about whether or not owls secretly judged their owners, and you found yourself staring at your plate, your thoughts spinning.

You didn’t know what to make of James’ words. Who was he talking about? Was it someone you knew? Was it… you?

You glanced at James out of the corner of your eye. He was laughing now, teasing Peter about his messy handwriting, but there was something different about him—something softer.

You pushed the thought away. It couldn’t be you. Could it?

The Owlery was quiet, save for the soft hoots of the owls roosting in their perches. You had just tied your letter to your parents onto a barn owl’s leg, stroking its feathers as it took off into the morning light. Beside you, James was doing the same, his handwriting as messy as ever but filled with his usual warmth and charm.

As his owl soared into the sky, you lingered by the ledge, watching the horizon. James leaned beside you, his shoulder brushing against yours.

For a moment, neither of you said anything. The silence was comfortable, the kind that came with years of friendship. But you couldn’t stop thinking about breakfast, about what he’d said, and about the way he’d looked at you.

“So,” you started, your voice soft, “this… someone else you might have feelings for.”

James froze, his hands gripping the stone ledge. “Oh,” he said, his voice an octave higher than usual. “That.”

You turned to face him, your heart thudding in your chest. “Yeah, that.”

James rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze. “Right. Well…” He hesitated, his usual confidence faltering. “It’s… complicated.”

“Complicated how?” you asked, taking a step closer.

He glanced at you then, his hazel eyes searching yours. “Because, well because it’s you,” he said quietly.

The words hung in the air, delicate and trembling. You stared at him, your mouth slightly open in surprise. “Me?”

“Yeah,” James said, his cheeks flushing pink. “It’s always been you, I think. I just… didn’t realize it until Lily pointed it out. And then when I thought about it—about us—it just made sense, you know? You’ve always been there. You’ve always been you.”

Your heart was pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it. “James…”

“I know it might be weird,” he said quickly, misinterpreting your silence. “And if you don’t feel the same, that’s okay. I just thought you should know, because I—”

“I feel the same,” you blurted out, cutting him off.

He blinked at you, his mouth hanging open. “You do?”

You nodded, a shy smile spreading across your face. “I do.”

For a moment, James just stared at you, as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. Then, slowly, his lips curled into the biggest, brightest grin you’d ever seen.

“Brilliant,” he said softly, almost to himself.

You laughed, the sound light and bubbly, and he joined in, his joy infectious. Before you knew it, he was stepping closer, his hand reaching for yours.

“I, uh, don’t have a proper ring,” he said, his voice nervous but warm. “But…” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a familiar folded strip of parchment.

Your breath hitched as he gently slipped the paper ring onto your finger, his touch lingering. “There,” he said, his smile soft and a little shy. “Perfect.”

You looked down at the ring, your chest swelling with warmth. It was so James—simple, sweet, and utterly wonderful.

“Perfect,” you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper.

When you looked up, he was already watching you, his hazel eyes filled with something so soft and tender it made your knees weak.

“Does this mean you’re stuck with me?” you teased, your cheeks aching from how hard you were smiling.

“Forever, if you’ll have me,” James said, grinning.

And as the owls cooed above and the sunlight bathed the two of you in gold, you knew you would. Forever and always.

© iamgonnagetyouback ⋆.˚ please do not copy, translate, or repost any of my work.

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Me, crying in India because TikTok is banned and I can't see this masterpiece 🥲💔😭 But I know it's iconic because you're all in it! Sending love back to my girlies!

me with my girlies, making all my problems disappear

@thebestofoneshots @unstablereader @ellecdc @iamgonnagetyouback @astonishment @moonstruckme @yrluvjane @sousydive @wednesdaynn @cherrysxuya

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*crosses arms with a sigh* hmph! i suppose, since you’ve given me what i desired most in this world, i shall consider blessing you with my cuddles. but only consider it! (◡̀_◡́)

🎃TRICK OR TREAT 🎃, MUM?!?!?

WAHHHHHH! SO ADORABLE! MY BABY IS SO ADORABLE! LEMME CUDDLE YOU!

and here is the treat, i know you rightfully deserve! all the boops in the world!

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I am SO glad to hear you’re doing well, but excuse me—no sleep or hydration?!? gasp This will NOT do, my dear! As your loving, blanket-caped child, I simply must insist that you guzzle a gallon of water and take the world’s comfiest nap immediately!

*dramatically faints in concern*

Don’t worry, I’ll cover for you if anyone asks what happened. I’ll tell them you were busy… being fabulous.

And speaking of fabulous, *flips blanket cape over shoulder* look at me! Your glitter has made me glow like the sun and now I feel invincible! (っ´▽`)っ I am unstoppable!!

*kisses hand dramatically and skips away*

*climbs into your ask box like a tiny gremlin child, wearing a blanket cape, holding a orange juice box, and with the biggest puppy eyes ever* Oh dearest, most radiant, magnificent, Mum (not sure if i should call you that?) *throws glitter*

I come before you, a humble little child (who you lovingly adopted, let's not forget) to inquire about your well-being.

*holds hand to forehead dramatically*

Have you been good? Have you stayed hydrated? Did you eat? Sleep? Because if not, *dramatic gasp* I might just perish from concern!

So, drink some water, take a breath, and remember I adore you.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to check on my other mum.

*skips away*

oh darling! seeing you in my inbox is such a delight, come here, my love *coos at you* are you enjoying your juice box? that cape looks stunning on you!

thank you for the glitter shower haha! you deserve some glitter too! (ﾉ^ヮ^)ﾉ*:·ﾟ✧ there you go darling! sorry i couldn't reply sooner, i was a little busy haha but here i am now!

i've been well, darling, just taking things day by day, i hope you're well too! admittedly, sleep and hydration aren't going so well but I'm working on it, i promise!

knowing you adore me makes me feel so happy and ready to take on whatever comes my way, just know that i adore you too, my darling ( ˶˘ ³˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)!♡

see you later my darling! thank you for brightening my day and my beautiful wife's day too, you're a gem <3

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mum!!

oh my goodness, i’m smiling so hard right now, my cheeks hurt!! (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) you are the sweetest ever, i swear! i’ve missed you so much too—this message feels like a warm hug, and i needed it more than i realized. you’re literally the best, you know that? (*σ´∀`)σ ♡

i’m so glad to hear you’re doing okay, even with all the busyness and achiness. honestly, if anyone can juggle a full plate and make it look graceful, it’s you. (but don’t forget to rest when you need to, okay?) i love that you’re finding joy in fitness—it’s giving me motivation to start moving more too…maybe. eventually. (baby steps, right? 😂)

and thank you for saying i’m doing a brilliant job—you don’t know how much i needed to hear that right now. things have felt so chaotic, but hearing you say it makes me feel like maybe i’m not completely floundering after all. (*✿^‿^)

and mum, don’t even get me started on how much i adore you! you’re so kind and thoughtful and just everything good in this world. thank you for always being my safe place, my hype squad, and my ultimate cheerleader. i’m so lucky to have you in my corner—universe better watch out, because with you on my side, i’m unstoppable! (*≧ω≦)ﾉ♡

please take care of yourself too, okay? and don’t forget, i’m just a message away if you ever need a little boost—or if you just want me to ramble at you about nonsense for a bit. i’d do it in a heartbeat.

i love you so much, mum! i’ll talk to you soon (and bring snacks, as promised)!! ヾ(｡✪ω✪｡)ｼ

Hi, Mum! (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ

It’s been too long, hasn’t it? Like, “screaming into the void because I miss you so much” levels of too long. I don’t know how time got away from me, but suddenly here we are. So, here I am, popping into your inbox like an overly clingy cat, because I couldn’t take it anymore. (˶˃⤙˂˶)

How are you? Like, really, how are you? Are you doing okay? Are you eating enough? (Please say yes, or I’ll start worrying excessively like the dramatic child I am.) (๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭ I hope you’re taking care of yourself, because the world is wild. ( ˶o˶˶o˶) !!

Things on my end have been… well, a lot. Life has been throwing lemons, limes, and possibly a full watermelon my way, and I’ve been trying to dodge them all while carrying a cup of tea I’m determined not to spill. (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

I hope you’re thriving like the absolute queen you are. If you’re not, just say the word, and I’ll come running to remind you how incredible you are (and also bring snacks, because obviously).

Sending all the hugs, all the love, and maybe a few cupcakes if I can manage it. You’re the best, and I hope you know that.

Forever your extra-dramatic but hopelessly devoted child ε(´｡•᎑•`)っ 💕

my baby! hello, my little angel! i've missed you so much! σ(≧ε≦σ) ♡

awww~ you're always welcome in my inbox, thank you for stopping by, I've been missing you too, sorry for not stopping by myself, let's just say my to do lists have been a bit saturated lately (ó﹏ò｡)

i've been well, busy and a bit achy but well ೖ(⑅σ̑ᴗσ̑)ೖ ♡ i'm trying to be more consistent with my physical fitness but don't worry, i'm doing things i enjoy so it doesn't feel too exhausting to do and i assure you i'm eating well, i love food too much to not have my fill at each meal (⸝⸝⸝• 3 •⸝⸝⸝) ♡

oh sweetheart, i'm so sorry to hear that, i'm sure it feels overwhelming but you're doing a brilliant job! now i hope you're also taking care of yourself, getting enough sleep, taking those breaks, staying hydrated and eating a lot of good food!

it's been a bit of work but i'm definitely doing good on my end (✿ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)⁾⁾ thank you for being there for me (those snacks will be much appreciated too!), i hope you know i'm here for you too, nobody upsets my darling and gets away with it! even if it's the universe!

my baby takes such good care of me, thank you for checking in, darling! and you're absolutely wonderful and lovely and i adore you sooooo much! take care my little angel baby!

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mummmmmm (๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑) you’re too sweet—just showering me with compliments until i forget i’m even mad! (｡>﹏<｡) but nope, i’m still pouting! *crosses arms dramatically* just kidding! ( ˶ ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ˶ )

and okay, i totally get why that theme’s your go-to; it’s basically perfection! i’m just over here trying to live up to its stunning vibes! (*≧▽≦)ﾉｼ i swear, every time i look at it, i’m like, “wow, is this theme taking style lessons from mum herself?!” it’s just that beautiful. ( ˘⌣˘)♡(˘⌣˘ ) *sighs dreamily* but just so you know, my grumpiness hasn’t fully faded yet… i expect extra boops next time!

MUMM! I just had to drop a note because the new theme is absolutely stunning—just like you! (⸝⸝ ♡﹏♡⸝⸝)

Every time I see it, my heart does a little happy dance, and I’m convinced that even the stars are jealous of its beauty! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ I can picture them whispering, “How does she do it?!”

(and yes, i'm still mad at you)૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

awwww~ thank you so much, my darling baby! this theme was actually my original theme before i set up my Halloween concept and i think it will always be my 'go-to' theme, i've become quite attached to it hehe~

i suppose we're both as stunning and gorgeous as our themes (⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝) but my goodness do you have a way with words! i think i'm hearing the stars saying the same thing about your theme too (づ> v <)づ♡

(awww~ grumpy baby, you're still as cute as ever!)

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Awwww oh my goodness, mum! 🥺💖 I’m so, so glad that my little review brought you some happiness because, oh gosh, your writing deserves all the love and praise in the world! 💌 Honestly, reading your work and seeing your love for James Potter shine through is such a gift.

And yes, oh my stars, we are truly in need of a James in real life! A sweet, heart-filled soul who makes you feel like you’re the center of his universe! Someone who’d probably bring us flowers every day just because he loves our smile 😭💕 *sigh*

Sending you all the love right back, mummm! (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ

JAMES POTTER | GENUINE

SUM. : your boyfriend finally takes a role who has a romantic interest but his expression is hardly convincing; only you can get a genuine reaction from him

LENGTH : 1.8k

TAGS : actor james potter au ; modern au ; muggle au ; singer reader au ; actor/director sirius black au ; actress marlene mckinnon au ; fluff ; celebrity couple goals ; james can't do romantic roles ; he's too loyal!

“CUT!” Sirius shouts and James drops his shoulders in disappointment, his expression of ‘hopeless love’ also slipping off his face. This is why he wasn’t suited for romantic roles. As Sirius shouts for everyone to take a short five-minute break, James catches Marlene sending him a sympathetic look before moving to her chair with the help of her make-up team, who lifted the heavy skirt of her wedding dress for easier movement. “Come on James, what’s gotten into you?” Sirius asks, making his way over as Remus touches up James’ hair and suit. 

“I’m trying Sirius,” the actor sighs, “I think I just need a break to collect myself and then I can finally get that winning take for you,” 

“You better,” Sirius playful threatens, “I know you’re a lovesick fool so I know the type of infatuated expressions you can pull. Just try to emulate that and you’re golden, okay?”

‘It’s not that easy if it isn’t her…’ James was tempted to protest but settled with a simple, “Okay…” satisfied, Sirius walks away with Remus to discuss some things with the camera crew while James leans against the set’s alter. 

As an actor, James should find it easy to perform his characters’ expressions and emotions, his stardom and recurring roles in thriller, action and adventure films were a sentiment to that. However, his current role requires romantic displays, something he had actively avoided in his acting career. 

Characters that had passionate, romantic and intimate scenes were roles James tended to avoid primarily due to his endless loyalty to you, his childhood sweetheart. As young teens, you and James fell in love long before your successes. Since then, you have only grown a deeper love for each other, fostered by the hardships that came with your dreams of becoming a singer and his of becoming an actor with Sirius. 

His best friend eventually divulged into directing his own films whilst James continued expanding his role as an actor — as much as he’s able to with the number of scripts he’s dropped for their romantic interests and amorous scenes. It didn’t sit right with him having to kiss another girl let alone look lovingly at someone that wasn’t you. He felt like a cheat. Many, including Sirius, however, have told him that it was part of his job but James was insistent on making no exceptions. He respected you and the love you shared too much. The same way you would play your own love interest in music videos while wearing a short wig and masculine attire. It was a show of mutual respect you both had for the other before and after your relationship became public. 

The only reason James had taken on this role was due to Sirius’ insistence as the director, the lack of intimate scenes as well as the dominating adventure, and fantasy genre. It would all be underpinned by small heartfelt moments with his character’s love interest played by his close friend Marlene McKinnon. The two characters’ love story will end in tragedy, haunted by the trope of ‘right person, wrong time’. James believed he could convincingly play his loving expressions only brought on by you in the rare, romantic moments his character shares with Marlene’s but it’s proving harder than he originally thought. Simply thinking about you wasn’t enough…

Mulling over his character’s story, James imagines you in Marlene’s place. He only had three minutes remaining to focus on how he should convey his character’s ‘hopeless love’ convincingly. 

To concentrate, he closes his eyes and thinks deeply, ignoring the sudden scuffle and whispers around him. On an adventure to rescue his unrequited love’s significant other, James selflessly volunteers to aid in her quest, protecting her and cherishing her throughout the arduous journey, putting his life at risk for a girl who would never love him back. Unselfishly, he continues forward without drawing any attention to the deep love he holds for her, the audience kept in suspense of his mysterious ambitions— that is, until the dream sequence. In his sleep, influenced by the surrounding, foreign plants’ effects, James dreams of his ideal future, one where he gets to marry his love, who will reciprocate his feelings wholeheartedly. It’s the moment all audience members realise James’ true motivations, encouraging a swell of heartache amongst them when they are forced to accept the reality his own character is made to face: that he cannot be with his love no matter despite his efforts. Her heart belongs to another and if he were to fall for the plant’s trap, he will never wake up from his heavenly dream-come-true and become living fertilsier to continue the plant’s life. The heartache of that realisation is further emphasised when James doesn’t stop loving her in his own, silent and benevolent way. 

This is going to be a big moment for James’ character; he needs to put his all into this!

Before he has the chance to open his eyes, however, James is already being led to his spot on the set by Remus. The brunette informs him that the short break is over and instructs him to start before his turn to face Marlene. 

“Again, the shot’s focus will be on your face, James, Make it a good one,” Sirius instructs from his director’s chair and, with a small pause cues for the start of the hundredth take.

Opening his eyes gradually, as if waking up from a dream, James takes a moment to analyse his surroundings. He meets the eyes of his groomsmen, shooting them a confused look before slowly turning and raising his gaze. He’s become familiar with Marlene in her wedding dress now so her off-centred placement doesn’t deter him. He also fully trusts in the team, if they saw it fit to make any changes, he’ll help follow through. Marlene is only slightly off centre, he realises, to accommodate the camera’s view of his expression more clearly. James fully expects to only see Marlene, however, when he finally raises his gaze, in the distance, he sees you by the camera. 

And James immediately smiles. 

He completely forgets where he is, rather, he savours the warmth that fills his chest at the sight of you, the burst of elation in his brain when he sees you smiling at him, dressed in his oversized sweater and your casual jeans. You’re not in a wedding dress nor dolled up the same way Marlene is for the take but you’re just as gorgeous. There’s a tingling itch in his fingertips to reach out for you and he almost does but stops when he remembers where he is and what’s happening around him. His look of sweeping joy and deep affection falters ever so slightly but is completely captured by the camera’s close-up shot. James’ internal berating of another failed performance barely begins when Sirius is suddenly cheering in delight. 

“CUT! AND PRINT!” Sirius claps and laughs at the success but James is left blinking in confusion. Did he hallucinate you? He looks in your direction again. No, you weren’t a figment of his imagination, you’re really here! “Finally! That was what I was looking for! Great idea on putting her beside the camera, Moony,” 

Remus nods his head in graceful humility as you giggle from where you stand. You had planned a surprise visit for James and called Remus beforehand for access to the set. It was the perfect surprise considering you had barely seen each other the last few weeks; he was busy filming with Sirius and Marlene while you were recording songs for your new, up-and-coming album. That only seemed to add to James’ favourable reaction, however. 

“BREAK!” Sirius announces with a wink directed at you, “Let's give the two love birds a moment, as thanks for finally getting the job done. Let’s give it ten!” it seemed as though succeeding after multiple failures had made Sirius a little too happy and laidback but who was James to complain? As Marlene knowingly smirks at him, he runs past and launches himself at you. With a squeal, you return his embrace and giggle into his shoulder. 

“I missed you…” he whispers into your crown.

“Surprise!” you announce despite the lateness and giggle again. Music to his ears. 

“Thanks for helping me with my scene, love,” he pulls away with deep affection swimming in his hazel eyes and he cups your jaw while resisting the urge lean in and kiss you endlessly. He loves the sound of your voice just as much as the feel of your lips against his own so, for now, he’ll willing listen. He can taste your sweet lips later.  

“I didn’t really know what was happening but I’m happy to help,” 

“You’re so cute,” he sighs and finally pulls you into passion-filled kiss before you can utter another word. "I can't believe you're my lady,"

"Your lady?"

"Yes," James giggles and kisses your cheek again and again and again, "my lady, the same way, I'm your man,"

"Mmm, sounds good," you utter against his lips, "I'll have to feature you in my new music video then~"

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“...tell me about that scene. It was such a big moment for the audience and your character. How did you manage to look so in love but then so heartbroken?” the interviewer asks, smiling but tilting his head in curiosity when Marlene burst out laughing. 

“Oh, this is such a good story!” James looks away, unable to meet his co-star and friend’s mischievous smirk and glimmering eyes, “Can I tell him?” she doesn’t even give him the chance to answer before ingeminating the tale, “James couldn’t get that moment right for multiple takes. We were all getting tired of him, really. But since Sirius knew he was capable of being a love-drunk fool, he persisted for over an hour! And this is just for a one minute section of the film!” James finally chuckles despite his flustered expression when Marlene makes a side comment about how the wedding dress was a chore to wear for such an extended period of time and didn’t appreciate James’ slow uptake, “there wasn’t even an after-party for me to let loose in, my supposed ‘groom’ had his brain elsewhere,” the two share a laugh and James picks up on the story. 

“Elsewhere, meaning my girlfriend. She actually planned a surprise visit during filming and was brought in by Remus. He put her right by the camera and the reaction you saw on film was my reaction to seeing her instead of Marlene.” his co-star coos at how adorable he is whenever he’s around you and gossips with the interviewer about how cute of a couple the two of you make behind the scenes. 

“Is that why you’ve become her love interest in the music videos for her new album?” the interviewer asks impromptu. He’s on the edge of his seat and is a clear fan of your music, which makes James happier than if the man was to say he was a fan of him.  

“Naturally,” James smiles to himself, “she did say I was the inspiration for her love ballads,”

NAVI.

A/N : this was inspired by this tiktok and a daydream i had! the anime is called 'Frieren: Beyond Journey's End', I've never watched it but it was on my fyp, i did some exploring and, now, here i am (๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑) i hope you darlings enjoyed the read!