#or indian james potter

[reine-de-la-lune]

OMG can you imagine a James Potter who spent the holidays with Brazilian Pandora and Evan Rosier, coming back with dreadlocks and braids all over his head?

[the-original-gays]

Regulus: I got 1% Indian on an ancestry DNA test.

Barty: 1% Indian? How could that have happened with your family?

Regulus: Well, it was a mouth swab test.

[talesof-old]

james potter is 100% a munch

you’re so right 😭 i’m absolutely feral for this man

pairing(s): james potter x fem!reader

warning(s): 18+, smut, oral sex (f!receiving), multiple orgasms, i think that’s it

word count: 305

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If there’s one thing that James Potter could do all day, it was this.

James lapped away at your cunt, lewd noises echoing around the otherwise empty room. Your hands were fisted in his thick black hair, tugging this way and that, groans accompanying any particular forceful pull.

One of his hands gently stroked at your lower lips, keeping everything parted just the way he liked so he could have full access. His tongue speared into your cunt in time with the friction of his nose against your clit. You whined, hips bucking against his face. What could only be described at a puddle had formed beneath you by this point. You weren’t even sure you could cum again.

Your thighs trembled, threatening to close around James’ head for the umpteenth time. The muscles of your stomach clenched, your orgasm hitting you before you could stop it. Stars exploded across your vision. James’ nose bumped along your clit as his tongue dipped in and out of your cunt.

“James-“ You gasped.

Your body shook with sensitivity. Time melted away; you weren’t even sure how many times you’d climaxed at this point.

He hummed, the vibrations sending aftershocks through your body. You cried out. James pulled away with a grin, face shiny with your slick, and smacked a loud kiss to your inner thigh.

“That’s it, sweets.” His fingers trailed over your bare skin, your body shiny with sweat. You attempted to inhale, but your lungs stuttered instead. James face twisted into some half-sympathetic expression—you could practically feel the smugness radiating off of him.

“You good, sweetheart? Need any help with that?” You rolled your eyes, chest heaving as you weakly batted him away. “You’re a menace, Potter.” He chuckled, the sound full and warm as he pushed himself up to cuddle against you. “But I’m your menace.”

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[causereyna-artie]

Just incase you're having a bad day, I want you to know that in some universe Fleamont Potter is probably throwing it back Desi drunk dad style at a jegulus wedding

[chasingthestarss]

Regulus Headcanon:

He knows a bunch of languages, it was something he was interested in and he actually learned them unlike Sirius. Pandora is Greek and sometimes she will ramble in Greek and Regulus matches her. Remus speaks Dutch and more often then not uses it for cursing but Regulus call him out every time. Lily learned German and gets really frustrated when Regulus knows it too. Hogwarts may have people from all over but generally Regulus can understand basically anyone it’s his biggest flex.

But he doesn’t know Hindi and of course that is the language James speaks. And Regulus doesn’t understand him. It drives him crazy. But James loves speaking Hindi to Regulus because he knows that Regulus doesn’t understand him.

[siriusblack-the-third]

Ok but we all agree that James Fucking Potter has the longest, thickest, prettiest damn eyelashes on this earth right?? Cause he does. The prettiest.

He removed his glasses once in the Great Hall during lunch and the Hogwarts students haven't gotten over it since then. They're envious. They're jealous. They're mad. Mascara and eyelash curler have nothing on his lashes. They're attracted to him.

(Sirius is in pain. James already has the largest brown doe eyes, and then he has the prettiest eyelashes too?? People keep asking him why he always goes along with whatever James says like- have you not seen that boy bat his eyelashes and say "pretty please with a cherry on top pleaseeee"?? He's a menace. A threat to society. A manipulator. Sirius loves him.)

(James loves Sirius back.)

(He may also be doing the eyelash thing on purpose.)

[roalinda]

French Sirius Black this, French Sirius Black that. What about a posh pureblood British Sirius Black who has been reluctantly homeschooled into learning French and uses it to speak to an equally posh pureblood British James Potter who has been reluctantly homeschooled into learning it as well, just to scheme their private pranks while the whole Hogwarts thinks they are waxing poetry.

[jackie4dinner]

I’m not usually someone who likes when fanon claims every character to be some form of minority or another bc to me it feels quite forced. however my one exception to this is Harry Potter bc fuck ofc Remus has dyslexia and was disabled. Ron Weasley?? I’m sorry do you mean Ronnie Weasley?? The trans woman??? What do you mean James potters white??? Ginny and Harry? I think you’re mistaken Ginny’s a lesbian and in a relationship with Luna and Harry and Draco have been pining over each other since the philosophers stone.

[auntiejohn]

me tryna read a fic where james potter is white

[emswritings]

Mothers day

Synopsis: James and Harry make a mothers day breakfast for you

Word count: 0.7k

Tags: dad!James x mom!reader, fluff, baby Harry

Authors note: i'm not Indian, but i hc James to be, so lemme know if i got anything wrong, i used google for it

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You woke up to the sound of laughter and shushing. Smiling, you sit up and begin to get ready for the day. You leave the room and follow the noise into the kitchen. 

“Mummy’s gonna love this!” Harry squeals, jumping up and down. James laughs, and continues making the poha. It originally surprised you how well he cooked, but now the smell of Indian spices is like home. It wouldn't be James without it. 

“I would hope so, it’s her favorite,” James responds, stirring the pan. He loves these kinds of mornings, when he can just spend some one on one time with his son. That's not to say that he doesn't like spending time with you per say, but he loves getting to show him how to make classic Indian food like his father showed him. Some of his fondest memories are in the kitchen, both with his mum and his appa, and even Sirius when he eventually moved in. One of those memories is when he was about Harry’s age, maybe a little bit younger, and he helped his appa make dinner for his mum on mothers day. He remembers being so excited to help that he had accidently burnt himself on the inside of his wrist, and has a scar from it to this day. 

“Hare bare, will you go get me the pepper out of the fridge? The green one,” James asks the five year old. Harry nods and bounces over to the fridge. When he gets back, he hands James the pepper, and laughs as James picks him up, setting him on the counter.

“Now, I need you to stir this for me while I cut up this pepper, can you do that?” James asks, handing Harry the wooden spoon. 

“Yes!” Harry cheers, beginning to stir. That's the sight you walk in on when you get to the kitchen. You smile and watch them a little bit. James turns and puts the peppers in the pan when Harry spots you. You smile and walk over to them, asking, “what’re you two making?” 

James jumps, not hearing you, and turns, pointing an accusatory finger at you, “you're supposed to be in bed right now missy.” This elicits a laugh from Harry, and for you to raise your hands in mock surrender. You smile up at him, and bat your eyelashes dramatically, “will you forgive me Jamie?”

James rolls his eyes fondly, but says, “only if you’ll go back to bed. And Harry has to follow to make sure you won’t try to lurk in the hallway.” 

You nod, and open your arms, “consider it a deal. Now can I get a good morning hug please?” James smiles, and wraps you up in a hug, rocking you side to side a little. Eventually, Harry decides that he needs a hug too, because he hops down from the counter, and wraps his arms around your legs. You laugh, and scoop him up into your arms, enjoying this moment. 

“Alright, now back to bed for you,” James steps back, turning to the oven. You sigh dramatically, but go back to your bedroom with Harry still in your arms. He makes sure you get comfy in bed with a book, then turns around and goes back to help James with breakfast.

Ten minutes later, Harry opens the bedroom door again, and James comes walking in with a tray of food and tea that looks to be for all three of you. You smile, and put the book down on the nightstand, getting ready for them to come cuddle with you. Harry jumps into the bed on one side, and James sits down, much more carefully with the food in his hands on the other. 

Most of the day in your bedroom with your boys, then you move to the playroom, and eventually, your friends all join you in the living room for a mothers day dinner. Once everyone has left, and you’ve put Harry in bed, it’s just you and James in the living room. 

“Thank you James,” you say, smiling at him. He looks up at you from where the magazine he was reading and tilts his head, “For what angel?”

“Just… for everything,” you shrug, “I really appreciate it, and wanted you to know how grateful I am.”

James smiles, and beckons you over to him on the couch. You oblige, and sit down next to him. That's how you two fell asleep, curled up on the couch, no blanket, except for the quidditch magazine on James’s lap. And you wouldn't have traded it in for the world.

[vinylfoxbooks]

Y'know how people moving to America will sometimes choose an 'American' or an English name because it's easier for those around them to pronounce? Yeah, that's where 'James' came from because you cannot tell me that Euphemia and Fleamont Potter (whether Latino or Hindi) would name their son James of all things.

When James was younger he had trouble making friends because kids are stupid and don't like things that they can't pronounce so he didn't have a whole lot of friends (barring Marlene and Pete because they thought he was fun to be around) so James asked his parents for a different name.

They laughed but told him that he could choose a name for school and he choose James (after James Dean because his mom had a poster with him on it and be thought he was handsome). He asked Marlene and Pete to call him that and they agreed and it quickly became the only thing most people knew him as.

Everyone at Hogwarts knew him as James and assumed that it was his birth name. Not even Sirius and Remus knew. Or even Regulus and Lily (and he's dated both of them). So one can assume that everyone was shocked when they visited the Potters' house for the first time and his parents were calling a name that no one had ever hears before (even Marlene and Pete call him by his birth name in his house) so James had to go through the whole story.

[ch3rrybite]

harry didn’t grow up with stories of james potter, the indian boy who ran through hogwarts, loud and proud and full of life. he didn’t know that his father’s voice would fill the great hall with laughter, or that james would argue passionately in defense of his culture, unafraid to bring the fire of his heritage into every room he walked into.

but as harry gets older, he starts piecing things together, collecting fragments of a man who left echoes behind him. he learns from professors that james would use his wand to create vibrant garlands during festivals, brightening the gryffindor common room with colors his classmates had never seen. he’d coax sirius into trying spicy food they’d never even heard of, laughing as they both coughed and spluttered but insisted on more. and when they celebrated diwali, james would tell them, grinning with pride, about how it wasn’t just a festival of lights, but a reminder of resilience, of the light within that never dims. he'd shown that same resilience during the war.

harry hears whispers from people who knew his father—the way james insisted on using tamil compliments because they “sounded much better,” the way he would answer teachers in tamil just to remind everyone where he came from. the way he’d refer to remus as “nanbaa” (friend), that special affection saved for the people who shared your burdens. how he called lily his “thangam” (gold) because of the colour her hair shone in the sunlight.

and slowly, harry begins to reclaim pieces of his father. he learns how to wrap a veshti, stubbornly practicing until he gets it right, because he knows it’s something james would’ve worn proudly. he finds comfort in the smell of his dad’s favorite spices, brings them with him to work as his own quiet rebellion, and teaches ron and hermione how to roll up chapatis late at night in grimmauld place.

[mentallyadinonugget]

all decided that james is desi but i NEED to know which state he’s from. I want to know which ipl team he loves and I want to know what’s his favourite dish. I want to know if he likes Holi or Diwali more. i want to know if he was ever pissed at Effie and fleamont during navratris because he couldn’t eat non veg. I want to know if he called his friends bkl or bc whenever they were arguing playfully. I want to know if he made fun of the marauders for not handling spice. I want to know which god/goddess is his favourite one. I want to know which bollywood film is his favourite and which is the first one he introduced to the marauders+ girls. I want to know if he distributed prasad to all his friends and teachers whenever Effie sent him some. I want to know if he made a small mandir in his dorm jaha par saare marauders maatha tekte the. I want to know which god he prayed to before a quidditch match. I want to know if he drank his ru afza with milk or water. I want to know if he skips the “all Indians are my brothers and sisters” part of the pledge if he finds an Indian person attractive. I want to know how good or bad he is with matras (punctuation) while writing hindi. I want to know if he breaks down in Hindi love songs out of nowhere. I want to know if he wrote letters to regulus in hindi because he didn’t want him to understand what he was saying. I want to know if he feeds Sirius the first bite of his birthday cake and then remus and then peter whenever he’s celebrating it in Hogwarts because Indian ppl feed the first piece of cake to their most beloved family member or friend. I want to know if he wore kurtas or sherwanis at functions. does he prefer parle g or good day biscuits. I WANT TO KNOW OKAY.

I WANT TO KNOW ABOUT ALL THE POSSIBILITIES THAT COME WITH JAMES POTTER BEING DESI.

[princesslovinharmony]

Diwali being on the same day as Halloween (aka the death of James and Lily Potter) keeps reminding me of this headcanon of Desi James.

Desi James who introduced his friends to some Hindi festivities like Diwali.

James who does not have any siblings but on the last day of Diwali, just 2 days before his death he explains Raksha Badan to Sirius. And that it used to be for sisters and brothers, when one of them left the family and got married but Sirius is his brother and James is now married to Lily so they don't see each other much anymore. So in modern interpretations you can give a Rakhi to anyone in your family, anyone you consider a true brother.

So James gives Sirius a Rakhi, binds it around his wrist, telling him all of this. And Sirius does not even know how to respond, his love for this man is huge, he is the best brother he could ever ask for. So the next day, even though it is not Raksha Badan anymore, Sirius gets James a Rakhi, to show him that he sees things the same way. James is touched, he had never received one before and promises to cheerish it.

And then, the next day, Halloween. Voldemort arrives. James and Lily Potter have been betrayed. And during his last moments James looks at his Rakhi, remembering Sirius, knowing that he never would've done this.

Sirius keeps his Rakhi on, until they take it off of him in Azkaban. It is the one thing he fights most for.

Happy Diwali and Happy Halloween everyone.

[mrsbarnesxxx]

A/N: Literally no idea what to do with this, but here it is because I've given up on it.

Warnings: Implied smut

It was late when James and I made our way up to the dorms. His roommates had been in bed for well over an hour when we stumbled up the stairs, bumping into various things once we entered the dorm, loudly shushing each other and trying to keep our giggling down. It's a wonder we didn't wake anyone. After another hour of James slotted between my legs, we finally went to sleep. I awoke with James' bare chest pressed to my back, his arm draped protectively over my waist, holding me like a teddy bear, afraid I'd slip away. It was early when we woke, too early. James had a midafternoon quidditch match, so it was only a matter of hours before he would be leaving me for pregame practice.

"Morning." He rasps into my ear. I smile turning around in his hold to face him. I admire the hues of red along his neck for a moment before whispering back, "Morning".

His hand is running gently up and down my back. That's the thing about James Potter. He's a Sunday morning kind of lover. He'll always take care of you in whatever way you ask, or don't ask. Because that too is the type of lover James Potter is. The type to steal you breakfast because he knew you were up late and didn't think you'd make it to breakfast before classes.

"We should get up...get ready. Have a big day today, Captain." I smile pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Our lips separate, but James pulls me closer by my waist, burying his face in my crimson-dotted neck.

"Guess we should." He murmurs into the skin of my neck. After a few more minutes, he finally releases me. I climb out of one side of his bed while he climbs out of the other.

"Well, well, well...what do we have here?" Sirius teases upon seeing me. I'm sure I'm a sight for sore eyes. Hair a mess from sleep, neck covered in bites and various shades of crimson and violet, bare except for James' shirt that hits at mid-thigh.

"Morning Sirius," I say ignoring his teasing as I make my way to the bathroom with a yawn. I brush my teeth while James hops into the shower.

"Care to join me, love?" He offers with a cheeky smile peeking out from behind the shower curtain. I offer him a toothpaste-y smile before slipping in beside him. I giggle as he wraps his arms around my waist, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

"Good morning, love." He mumbles against my lips

[witchyb-tchy67]

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