#neighbour james potter

[g1rld1ary]

a little manpower - neighbour!james potter x reader

wc: 1141

cw: none? reader moving into an apartment and meets james

an: i wish it was summer here so bad I'm struggling!!! what are 1 degree mornings!!!!

Why did nobody tell you it was so bloody hard to move out? Like, everyone talks about the money and the forms and all the confusing adult things, but why did no one tell you about the actual pain in the arse it would be to have to physically move everything you own into a flat three floors up? You didn't consider yourself the fittest person ever, not by a long shot, but you worked out and you didn't think you were weak. Yet there you were, panting like a dog after carrying another box up to your new home.

And of course, it was just your luck that you'd planned your big move-out during what may be Britain's only hot day in the whole year (only slight exaggeration). Still, you felt bad complaining. Your parents had helped you in the morning, moving in some of the IKEA furniture you'd picked out and had a good go of assembling some of it too, so you did have a bed to sleep on. Plus, a college friend had stopped by for an hour or two to keep you company and lifted some boxes with you.

So you didn't have much of a reason to complain, except that you didn't want to be doing it anymore. You were tired of walking up the bloody stairs and your arms were aching from the over-filled boxes. Plus, you had one armchair you'd found at a vintage store that had been sitting near the entryway all day, waiting for you to develop the motivation to drag it upstairs.

When your full-length mirror (deceptively heavy) had you almost in tears you decided enough was enough and it was time for a break. Not brave enough to sit in the woefully unpacked flat you trudged down the stairs one more time, crumpling on the grass nature strip until you were lying on your back.

Everything seemed a bit calmer like that, grass surprisingly cool on the back of your arms and legs. Your muscles relaxed for the first time in hours and you thought if you were in a cartoon you'd probably start fusing into the earth. The only thing that would make the moment nicer would be the peace of mind of knowing your belongings were all safely away in your new flat. And maybe an ice cream.

"Alright, love?" A male voice came from just beyond your head. You tilted it back to crack one eye open. A man was standing a few metres away, more shadow than human because of the positioning of the sun.

"It's hot," You said, "And I'm tired. And my limbs don't work anymore." You knew you probably sounded a bit like a child, but who were you trying to impress? The man laughed and it didn't quite match his silhouette; carefree and juvenile juxtaposing the muscles he clearly had.

"Understandable." You could kind of see him running a hand through his hair, "You must be the new tenant, right? I heard you were moving in soon. We heard you drop something heavy before... and cry a little." Sensing the conversation probably wasn't going to end with that, you sat up and turned to face him, still squinting from the sun.

"You heard a girl cry and didn't do anything about it? What a gentleman."

"I came out here, didn't I?"

"And you're not on the way out somewhere?"

"Touché." He had the decency to appear a little sheepish, at least from what you could see of him. He held his hand out for you, pulling you to your feet effortlessly. It was easier to see him now, the sun not being at such an uncooperative angle, and you tried not to look so surprised. The man was gorgeous, tall and muscular with dark curls, but his face was so friendly you couldn't help but smile. He was physically intimidating, but in the way that you knew he wasn't trying to specifically gain muscle, it was something he'd gotten through activity, like a sport or trade.

You stood for a minute, face to face but both silent. You wracked your brain for something to say.

"I'm sorry about the big old armchair blocking the entry hall, I can't lift it on my own and I just need a little extra manpower but I couldn't get any friends over to help today. I promise it'll be gone by tomorrow," You said, glad for both something to say and to get the guilty feeling off your chest. The man's face broke out into a wide smile.

"It's no worries," He assured you, "The people here hardly ever leave their apartment, I doubt they'll even notice. Don't you worry about it." Something about the way he spoke calmed your nerves, both about the chair and moving into the building as a whole. It was your first time properly living on your own, and you wanted to find somewhere quiet but welcoming. If this neighbour was anything to go by, you'd made a good choice. You smiled in return, weight lifted off your shoulders.

"Right, thanks. I guess I'll see you around..."

"James," He finished, shaking your hand firmly in a way that you didn't expect. You introduced yourself in return and you both hesitated, unsure of how exactly to end the conversation.

"Right, well, I've got training," James said awkwardly, gesturing to the kit bag around his shoulder. You nodded, starting to step back towards the door to the building.

"Have fun with that," You said, giving him a small wave. You waited until you were safely inside before cringing at your attempts at conversation, sending a bitter glare to the armchair as you passed it.

You didn't leave the apartment until the next morning, opting to peck at whatever you had in the pantry for dinner before passing out on a half-made bed. But you had to pick yourself up and decided you did need to grocery shop and actually fill up the pantry you'd just acquired, so you laced up your Converse and picked the keys up from the temporary table next to the door.

And there, waiting outside your door, was the old green armchair, waiting for you as if it had been there all along. You smiled, rubbing a hand along the velvet slowly. There was only one answer as to who it could have been, and James was clearly honouring whatever higher being gave him all that muscle by using it for good. You decided you'd have to make him cookies to thank him and set off for the shop.

[starsarestories]

Does anyone have any cute Jegulus or wolfstar Christmas fic recs? I'm making my list for nov-dec time ☺️

[sapphicgaygremlin]

sirius and james core

[enbysiriusblack]

Peter quietly shut the door, and grabbed the handles off his bike, a stack of newspapers shoved into the basket in front. He sat down on the bike, ready to peddle when he spotted James walking over.

"Hey, Mate!"

Peter leaned over the handrails, "What you doing here?"

James shrugged, "Got your letter the other day about your new job and thought it'd be fun to see you in action."

Peter huffed, "But it's so early, James!"

James grinned, "Eh, I would be up anyway."

"Well hop on I guess", he motioned behind him.

James' grin widened and he ran over, jumping onto the back of the bike and wrapping his arms around Peter.

As Peter began to pedal down the road, James piped up.

"So your job is the same as an owl?"

Peter laughed, "Yeah, I guess."

"That's strange... I knew owls didn't deliver to muggles but why wouldn't they just get an adult with an actual car to deliver the newspapers?"

"Cause it's low paying I suppose, and some kids our age need a job and all. Plus it's early morning, so muggle kids can do it before school starts."

Peter stopped the bike, grabbing a newspaper from the stack and jumping off to post it through a house's letterbox.

As Peter walked back over to the bike, James' eyes widened with an idea.

"Hey, how far do you think I could throw one of these papers?"

Peter bit his lip, "If you break it or lose it then it'll come out my paycheck."

James huffed, "Come on, Pete, I'll just give you some galleons if something happens."

"Fine", Peter untied another paper and passed it James.

James grinned, rolling up the paper before glancing around, thinking about where to aim.

"Hey, what's the next house you need to hit?"

Peter pulled the list out his jacket pocket, "Number sixteen, just a few houses down.

"Great", James kept the newspaper rolled up tight in his grip, "Let's go!"

Peter headed to the house, but before he could come to a stop, James yelled out, "Watch this!"

He chucked the paper towards the house, it derolled in the air, and landed neatly right outside the door.

Peter cheered, "How did you do that?"

James shrugged happily, "It was easy", he nodded to the house, "Do you need to put it through the letterbox or is it fine like that?"

Peter smiled, "It'll be fine... You want to do that again?"

"Yeah", James reached over and grabbed another paper himself whilst Peter rode to the next house.

[gwenmontrose]

The Car Owner and the Kickboxing Champion

A little sequel to "Noisy Neighbours and Bloody Bell Peppers"

Five years after their fateful first meeting, it's time for Harry to repay the favour and help his (very pregnant) stepmother Lily.

“Maybe I’m just too old to be pregnant.” “You’re not old,” Harry pinpoints, following her. “You’re thirty-eight.” “Geriatric,” she declares.

Read here

[emlovessid]

@jegulus-microfic september 28, debt, 291 words

Regulus’ hand is still hovering in the air where he’s just knocked when the door swings open, and Jesus Christ; it’s not fair that someone can look so good wearing something as basic as shorts and a tshirt.

“Regulus, hey! Let me grab your parcel.” He disappears out of view before sliding back around the corner in his socks, a small parcel in hand. “Here you go.”

Regulus had been out and about when he got the notification that his parcel was arriving today, and had quickly shot his neighbour a text asking if he could sign for it. James had sent back three thumbs up emojis.

“Thanks so much for signing for it, I owe you one.”

Keeping his eyes very decidedly on James’ face and not on the sheer amount of thigh he has showing, Regulus takes the parcel and turns to walk back across the hall to his own apartment.

“Let me take you on a date and consider your debt paid.”

Regulus drops his keys, feels the heat rush into his cheeks as he picks them up and tries to compose himself. He turns back around and says, “Are you trying to bribe me into going on a date with you?”

“No, I was just hoping that you’d want to anyway and this was an easy way to break the ice. So…?”

Regulus tries to hide the growing smile on his face, tries to appear cool and unphased when in reality he can hear his heartbeat thrumming in his ears and his inner monologue is just oh my god on repeat.

“I’m free on Saturday.”

James clearly has no qualms about hiding his enthusiasm, evident in the huge smile he gives him.

“Alright, Saturday. It’s a date!”

[p1nkva1entina]

I JUST HAD TO WRITE THIS B4 I FORGET ABT IT BUT

Harry coming home late and trying to sneak inside the house but right as he opens the door he finds his husband with his children standing in front of the door and looking at him with a pout on their lips, arms crossed and one leg tapping impatiently on the floor.

The worst part is, his oldest, scorpius is holding a microphone and yells

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN YOUNG MAN. DO U HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT TIME IT IS RIGHT NOW??"

"WE'VE BEEN WORRIED SICK" says his second child, lily. and his youngest, jamie, is just punching on his leg with his little balled up baby hands, barely feeling it.

And his husband, damm that man for letting them do this...is just trying his damn hardest to hold in his laughter in the corner

In the end, Harry can be seen with red cheeks with his hands trying to cover up his face,and an embarrassed grin sneaking its way in, while his family, --he'll never be tired of saying that-- are laughing their ass off, stomach and cheeks hurting from the laughter that seems to force its way out

He'll have to apologise to his neighbors tomorrow morning

[soulfullives]

james’ fingers ran through sirius’ curls. his back was resting against the tall walnut tree in the potters’ garden, and the sun shine on them through the thick branches and leaves.

“i’m glad you’re here,” james said, looking down at his friend, whose head was resting in his lap.

sirius hummed, contentedly, and smiled, his eyes closed. “i’m glad i’m here, too, mate.”

ever since sirius had come to the potters, it was obvious that he was doing better. instead of the ghost-like pallor that he had when he showed up on the potters’ doorstep, sirius’ skin had taken a light, pleasant tan. his hair had gotten longer and his smile wider, and he was no longer glaring at james’ mother and father, instead now making light conversation with them, doing crosswords with fleamont and laughing with euphemia.

and, selfishly, maybe, james thought about himself, too. about how he was lonely during the summer holidays. his parents were great, that was undeniable, and they offered him everything they could; however, he could not, with them, achieve the wordless connection that he only had with teenagers, that he only had with sirius. he thought, within him, that this was good for both him and sirius; sirius finally had a safe place to live in, with people that loved him, and james had his best friend back.

james looked up to the thin rays of sun peeking through. it was bound to be a good summer, he was sure of it.

[olivers-cocoapuffs]

Fleamont @ James

[demented-child]

my new fic :D

[miryum]

I have three main WIPS I’m working on and I need motivation. Which to finish first? (I think the Jason girlies will win, but you never know 🤷‍♀️)

[romanticizingacademic]

ok. so. i just spent abour 4 horus formatting a pdf of "number neighbours" by moonsblack on ao3, feeling a little delirious now but here it isss.. i don't know who made the art i used for the cover, it's from pinterest, if you made it pls let me know and i'll credit. i did design the rest of the cover and the pdf - i think it's pretty cute. dm me if you want either one to make your own copy!!

also @moonsblack if you don't want people printing this fic please let me know and i'll take this down asap thanks for writing <333

thanks @chaoticcandyapples for letting me read this to you :D

[kenjikishimotoswifey]

HELPPLLPP

good on your cat for doing that james i hope mother cat messages him when she runs out of cat food

jegulus au where

[oregano-stars]

Sharing my most recent work!! I’m really proud of this one… I can't be the only one hearing Jegulus in Fortnight by Taylor Swift...

[astralee]

baby fever

pairing: james potter x f!reader

you’ve always heard your friends talking about the feral feeling they get when they see their boyfriends holding a child, but never actually experienced it until now. “whose this little one?”

james beamed at your sudden appearance next to him after you’d been busy helping his parents in the kitchen. “go on and tell her your name sweets.”

“kaia.” the little girl whispered shyly, her head nuzzled into your boyfriends neck in attempts to hide away. “are you jamie’s friend?”

“my girlfriend sweets.” james corrected. “i told you about her before, remember?”

kaia nodded and before you could strike up a conversation with her, somebody had called her name and she wriggled out of james arms and ran into somebody else’s. “she’s cute.” you smile, leaning your head on his arm. “she’s the neighbours daughter?”

they had only moved in recently and euphemia and fleamont had decided to have a little garden party as a welcoming.

james hummed in response to your question as he manoeuvred you around to be in his arms, your face resting on his chest. “missed you.”

“i was only gone for 10 minutes.” you chuckled, lifting your head and leaning back slightly to get a good glimpse of his face.

“10 minutes too long.” he groaned, squeezing you tight and only pausing when kaia shouted his name and waved something in the air to show him. “she’s the sweetest.”

you agreed. since you had walked out and seen him, your head had been clouded with dreams of your future. “you’re gonna be a really good dad one day.”

“to our kids?” he quirked a brow.

“yeah, to our kids.” you smiled bashfully at the huge grin that spread across his face as soon as you confirmed it.

“reckon we should get started soon?” he leaned to whisper. “i want a full quidditch team.”

you laughed and teasingly pushed him away. “you’ll have to learn to push them out yourself for that.”

he was quick to bring you back to him, always wanting you as close as possible. you’d always been very affectionate together and even though you’d tell him to tone the pda down in front of his family, he couldn’t help but keep a hand on you at all times. “i wouldn’t mind. i’m excited for our future.”

“yeah? when are you gonna propose to me then?” you grinned smugly.

“that’s a secret! don’t you give me those eyes.”

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

boo! surprise bitches! i'm doing kinktober this year! finally doing it! bet you didn't see that one coming, did you hehe 🕸

there is a good mix of both short and long stories coming your way throughout this (and i will also still occasionally post other fics this month that aren't related to this). also, a handful of these fics are darker in nature, thought it was fitting for halloween, so remember to read the warnings, if there's something that's not for you then please, as always, be kind to yourself and don't read the story.

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day one | sore

stepbro!sirius black x cheerleader!reader + dubcon massage

day two | don't smile

steve rogers + throat fucking + size kink

day three | stuffed

devil!eddie munson & angel!steve harrington + tentecles + double penetration in one hole

day four | a little fashion show

best friend!stiles stilinski + lingerie

day five | stay still

peter parker + bondage

day six | hold up, let me record this

jj maybank + tittyfucking + sextape

day seven | the palace guards

guards!poly!marauders x princess!reader + secrets relationship

day eight | it’s practically like we’re down there with them

mob boss!bucky barnes + exhibitionism

day nine | keep that pretty mouth shut

tommy shelby + keep quiet quickie

day ten | I couldn’t find it in me to wake you

poe dameron + somno thigh fucking

day eleven | I just want you a little longer all to myself

matt murdock + secret office sex

day twelve | nothing more than a toy

rafe cameron + using you like a toy to masturbate with

day thirteen | I still got a few rounds left in me

boxer!steve rogers + bathtub sex

day fourteen | open your fucking mouth

dark!wild west cowboy!joel miller + gun kink

day fifteen | tiny

miguel o'hara x fairy!reader + extreme size difference

day sixteen | the wall between us

cult member!steve harrington + fem glory hole + breeding

day seventeen | be a rebel, be bad, stay here and cuddle with me

spencer reid + aftercare

day eighteen | pleasant pile of pillows

brother's best friend!james potter + pillow humping

day nineteen | ring ring

sam winchester x reader x bf!dean winchester + phone sex + cheating

day twenty | window

perv!neighbour!billy russo + voyeurism

day twenty-one | say yes

fiancé!bruce wayne + possessiveness

day twenty-two | i can think of something better than that

bucky barnes + anal

day twenty-three | double check

dark!professor!ben solo + power imbalance + manipulation

day twenty-four | maroon

vampire!remus lupin + biting + blood kink

day twenty-five | i want you

pirate captain!miguel o'hara + sex as payment

day twenty-six | teamwork

pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson) + gangbang

day twenty-seven | my little flower

din djarin + fantasy au + cockwarming

day twenty-eight | hysteria

doctor!aleksander morozova x hysteria patient!reader + historical au + fuck machine

day twenty-nine | can't fight the moonlight

werewolf!bucky barnes x gf!reader + predator/prey + monsterfucking

day thirty | magical mimic

eddie munson x witch!reader + magical mutual masturbation

day thirty-one | you can’t put it in

stepbro!peter parker + halloween pussyjob

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