#neighbour james potter

[g1rld1ary]

a little manpower - neighbour!james potter x reader

wc: 1141 cw: none? reader moving into an apartment and meets james me: 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.

[starkayezer]

Xeno found out from James that Peter gets freckles from the sun and gets really upset because they can't see each other in the summer. btw.

[wearingaberetinparis]

“Just saying, Evans,” he then said, lowering his voice slightly, “if you ever want to truly have a good time…” She snorted now, hoping that this would compensate for the heat that rushed to her cheeks. “Oh, please,” she replied, “I’m not yet that desperate.” (Oh, God, she was.)

A Jily Neighbours with Benefits AU Read the first two chapters of I Wake With Your Memory Over Me (That's A Real Fuckin' Legacy) HERE!

[practicecourts]

Petunia told Lily she wanted nothing to do with her and her freaky magic. the fact Lily was dating another one of them, made things worse, and they hardly saw each other. The fact they both had babies and zero time to visit (spontaneous or planned) didn’t help. The war didn’t help. The fact Lily didn’t get on with Vernon didn’t help. One day Lily was doing very little (they were in hiding of course) someone knocked on the door. It was Petunia, with a blonde toddler, dressed like a miniature business man, strapped tight in a light blue stroller. Lily was very surprised but let her sister in anyway. She gave her tea and then the dam burst. Petunia was at her wits end, nothing she’d done so far had helped, no matter the reputable source or the money spent: Dudley’s hair was clean and shiny, neatly combed but she could not (not for lack of trying) get rid of the lice. Every time he went on play dates (with proper clean approved perfectly normal toddlers) he came back carrying the little crawlers. She cried and begged her sister to help her, to do something, anything, ANYTHING AT ALL to keep her precious boy clear of them. Amidst the harsh reality of a war, Lily had tea with her estranged sister and their sons played with a little train (the Hogwarts Express, but Petunia pretended she didn’t know it from her one visit to platform 9 3/4 years before). Lily’s sister asked her for help, and she did. Vernon never knew about it, he never knew the shampoo Petunia used to wash Dursleys hair once a week was a home brewed potion by Lily Potter. James wisely kept to himself during the visit. When Petunia left he stood behind his wife and told her she was ‘too kind for her own good’ while kissing her temple, she merely flicked her finger on the strong arms holding her tight, and answered ‘she simply did what a person she was very, very fond of would have done.’

[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

[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

[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 🤷‍♀️)

[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

[wearingaberetinparis]

I Wake With Your Memory Over Me (That's A Real Fuckin' Legacy) - Jily Neighbours With Benefits AU

“Just saying, Evans,” he then said, lowering his voice slightly, “if you ever want to truly have a good time…” She snorted now, hoping that this would compensate for the heat that rushed to her cheeks. “Oh, please,” she replied, “I’m not yet that desperate.” (Oh, God, she was.)

A Jily Neighbours with Benefits AU

Happy Easter, everyone! I hope you enjoy Chapter 7!

[yasministration]

come play mermaids - harry potter

summary: harry potter is a distracting menace. but it's okay, because he's hot, and you just want to kiss him. wc: 1.1k+ part of my wolfstar!daughter au :)

A poke to your side, distracting you from the sentence you were reading. A flip over onto your stomach, exposing your back to the sun rays. The call of your name, difficult to ignore, but doable after undergoing years of practice. “Come take a dip with me.” You huffed, putting your book down on your towel, face down so you wouldn’t lose your page.

“I’m trying to get tan, Harry,-” “You can do that in the water. We can play mermaids. Or throw a quaffle around if you’re too good for that. Or, I don’t know, play marco polo.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Can I read my book while we throw a quaffle around?” Harry went silent, sitting down on the grass next to you. His shirt was off, and droplets of water ran down his muscular torso. You hadn’t even invited him to come out with you, but Harry had spotted you from his bedroom window and decided that now was the perfect time to go for a swim.

Licking your lips, you rested your head on your forearms, eyes widening as Harry laid down on the scratchy grass for you to properly see him. “Harry, you’re gonna get all itchy. Come here.” You shuffled on your towel, patting the now empty space for your boyfriend to join you. Harry grinned, moving to lay on his side on the towel in a single movement, pressing his wet body against yours so you could both fit.

Gasping, you sucked your stomach in at the feeling of Harry’s cold skin, trying to get away from him, but he pressed a hand on your lower back to bring you as close to him as possible. “Harry, you are freezing!” “You wouldn’t think so if you’d come down to the water with me.” You chewed softly on your bottom lip, contemplating the idea as your eyes ran down his body. Oh, curse him and his attractiveness. Curse you and your weakness to your boyfriend.

“Fine. You win.” Harry jolted up, a surprised look over taking his features. “That was the easiest-” “Only!” You cut off, putting a finger up to shut Harry up. “Only because you’re hot and I want to kiss in the water.” Harry grinned widely, reaching both hands down for you to grab. He hoisted you up on your feet and you wrapped an arm around Harry’s waist as he walked you down towards the lake.

Harry shrugged, slinging an arm over your shoulder and tugging you closer to him. “Yeah, I don’t know what you thought, but that’s still a win for me.” You rolled your eyes with an amused scoff, following Harry into the water. You sucked a sharp breath in as the cold water greeted you, but Harry was instantly pulling you into his arms and running them over your body to warm you up as he dragged you deeper into the lake.

Snaking a hand into Harry’s hair, you guided him into a kiss with a satisfied sigh, and Harry smiled into the kiss, the corners of his lips quirking up. Both of his hands settled on your ass, massaging the skin gently as he licked your bottom lip, nudging you to deepen the kiss. You moaned softly when he slid his tongue into your mouth, tilting his head to the side to deepen the kiss.

“Hands where I can see them, Potter!” You and Harry jolted away from each other at the sound of your dad’s voice, and Harry immediately slid his hands off your ass to hold them up in the air in surrender. All the way near your house, Sirius stood with his arms on his hips, squinting his eyes at your boyfriend before continuing down to his best friend’s house. The Potter household.

You giggled when Sirius closed the door behind him, turning to face Harry again, pressing soft kisses all over his face. “Your dad really scares me now that we’re dating. I used to be Harry to him. Now, most of the time, I’m ‘Potter’” Harry adjusted the glasses on his nose, and you grinned, looking back to your neighbouring houses.

Inside the Potter household, Sirius chuckled at the sight of James, sitting next to him on the couch and telling him “I love scaring your son. I’ve been calling him ‘Potter’ recently.” James grinned, throwing his legs up on the coffee table. “I like embarrassing them. Caught them kissing in his room the other day and I have not let them live it down since.”

Sirius’s head snapped towards James at the sound of that. “Was the door closed?” James nodded, picking up his cup of tea from the table. “Yeah, don’t worry though, Lily charmed it to be sound proof.” Sirius stood up suddenly, throwing his hands up in the air dramatically. “That’s not-That’s how people get pregnant!”

James snorted, patting the empty spot next to him. “I had a chat with him about protection, calm down mate.” “No- I don’t- I don’t want my daughter having sex!” Apparently, Lily and Remus chose the perfect moment to walk in, just back from the farmer’s market. “Our daughter’s having sex?” Remus gasped, grip tightening on the bag he carried. Lily scoffed, walking deeper into the living room.

“Please, at their age, you’d been having sex for years, the two of you.” Remus followed Lily onto the couch, looking as though he were about to faint. He swallowed thickly, shrugging his shoulders. “Well at least it’s just Harry.” Lily raised an eyebrow, but decided not to comment. Sirius furrowed his eyebrows at her reaction. “Spit it out, Potter.” Lily shrunk into the pillows, muttering something he didn’t understand.

But Remus did, and his face turned red as he yelled “What!?” Lily grumbled. Damn that werewolf hearing. “He’s not her- oh my god Harry’s not even her first and she didn’t even tell us!” Sirius’s eyes bulged out of his face, but Lily put both her hands up, warning your dads to calm down.

“Obviously she wouldn’t tell you! Look at you both. Plus, it’s not like either of you can relate to her experience. She came to me before she lost her virginity and asked some questions, and, you know, like Harry told James when he lost his virginity, she came to me. And before- no don’t say anything! I’m her godmother, it makes sense for her to come to me about it.”

Remus stood up from where he sat next to Lily, crossing the living room to slump down next to his husband on the couch, crossing his arms over his chest. James moved to sit next to his wife, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

“What’s annoying about her being with Harry is that she didn’t come to give me the review this time.”

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[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.”