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[hazelnutcoffeeshop]

"𝓛𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝓫𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓼"

[athenascult]

all those layers of silence upon silence - donna tartt

[fictionalaffection]

my darling

[madeofmemoriesblog]

Moodboard

[iamgonnagetyouback]

pretty words and pretty....you? ⋆˚࿔

synopsis ⭑.ᐟ james potter x reader who doesn't believe she's pretty but james has the opposite views

warnings: insecurity, self-doubt, fluff, mild angst

word count: 696 words

inspired from: these lyrics » ★ | ★ | ★

author's note: just me wishing james would say this to me. ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა

navigation┆ james potter masterlist┆request here 𝜗𝜚

The Gryffindor common room was quieter than usual, the fire crackling softly in the hearth, its light painting warm patterns on the walls. You sat curled in the corner of a worn-out armchair, legs tucked under you, pretending to read the same page of a book you hadn’t been able to focus on for the past fifteen minutes. Your gaze, however, kept drifting to James Potter.

He was sprawled on the couch, explaining Quidditch strategies to Sirius, who nodded along with only half his attention. His glasses sat slightly crooked on his nose, and the way his hands moved when he spoke made your heart stutter every single time.

You didn’t understand why you were like this—why his voice could calm the storms in your head or why his laugh felt like sunlight breaking through clouds. You’d long convinced yourself that James was unattainable, untouchable, and utterly out of your league. A boy like that didn’t look twice at someone like you.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

Until tonight.

“Hey.” James’s voice jolted you out of your thoughts. He stood over you, his hands tucked into his pockets, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “You okay, angel? You’ve been staring at that book for ages.”

Angel. He always called you that. But tonight, it felt heavier, sweeter—like honey dripping from his tongue.

“Uh—yeah,” you stammered, closing the book a little too quickly. “Just... distracted, I guess.”

James chuckled, his hazel eyes sparkling as he dropped into the seat across from you. “Distracted by what? Or... who?”

Your cheeks burned, and you quickly looked away. “No one.”

“You’re a terrible liar,” he teased, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. His gaze softened, a rare gentleness settling over him. “Come on, what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

Pretty.

The word landed like a spell, and you froze. Pretty. He thought you were pretty?

“Did I say something wrong?” James asked, his brows furrowing when you didn’t respond.

“N-no,” you said, your voice barely a whisper. “It’s just... I’m not—”

“Not what?”

You hesitated, staring at your hands. “I’m not pretty,” you admitted, the words spilling out like a confession. “Not really.”

The room felt suffocating quiet for a moment, and you braced yourself for his reply, for the awkwardness that would follow.

But then James laughed softly—not cruelly, but incredulously, like you’d just told him the most ridiculous joke he’d ever heard. “You’re joking, right?”

You looked up at him, confusion etched across your face.

“Angel, you’re—” He paused, his gaze sweeping over you as if trying to find the right words. “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

Your breath hitched.

“I mean it,” he continued, his voice earnest now. “You—everything about you—it’s like you walked out of a dream. I don’t know how you don’t see it.”

Your chest tightened, your heart hammering against your ribs. For years, you’d shrugged off compliments, dismissing them as politeness or flattery. But something about the way James said it, the way his voice trembled just slightly, like he couldn’t believe you didn’t already know—it made you feel like maybe, just maybe, he was telling the truth.

“James...” you began, your voice cracking.

“Hey,” he said softly, reaching out to gently tilt your chin up so you’d meet his eyes. “You don’t have to say anything. But I need you to know this—you’re beautiful. Inside and out. And if you can’t believe it yet, that’s okay. I’ll tell you every single day until you do.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring his face. “Why do you care so much?”

“Because I love you,” he said simply, like it was the easiest thing in the world.

And maybe it was.

In that moment, you felt it—the walls you’d built around yourself cracking, the weight of your insecurities lifting just slightly. When he looked at you like that, like you hung the moon and stars, it was hard not to believe him.

When he loved you, you felt like you were floating.

When he called you pretty, you felt like somebody.

And for the first time in forever, you thought—maybe you really were.

[literarydesire]

A new semester draws gloser

[olivianott]

WHITE DRESS

Posting this again, because I can’t stop thinking about the Goddess moment and that one photo from pinterest 😌

ꕤ Theo Nott x fem!reader

ꕤ enemies to lovers, a little bit of smut - not for minors

ꕤ originaly part of the jinxedjuly challenge, with second week prompt nightswim, but now it’s too late I’m sorry 😬

It’s 3 am and you can’t sleep. It’s too hot outside, no air to breathe in your room. Putting your thin long dress on, you go take a walk outside around the pool.

It’s still hot outside, but the light breeze coming from the sea feels great on your skin.

You sit on one of the pool lounges and close your eyes, listening to the sounds of the night. Finally, you can relax, your mind a little more at ease.

Suddenly something doesn’t feel right. You feel compelled to look behind you and there it is. A silhouette. There. In the dark entrance to the pool area.

It moves closer to you and comes into the light. Theodore. You roll your eyes. The bane of your existence. You can’t believe your friends invited him and no one told you.

“What the fuck do you want? Why are you following me?” You don’t have a good relationship. He is a fuckboy with a body worthy of Greek gods but is such an asshole to you, makes fun of everything you do or say, constantly.

“Oh Princessa, don’t you think you give yourself too much credit sometimes? It may come as a surprise to you, but the universe does not revolve around you, you know?”

“You fucking…” but you don’t even bother finishing the sentence, you just stand up and with an angry and disappointed sigh stomp to him and try to storm around him back into the house.

You make it a point not to look at him but you catch a strange look on his face in your peripheral vision anyway.

His arm shoots out and catches you off guard. It curls around your waist and pulls you into him. What is happening?

Theo speaks right into your ear: “I think you need to loosen up a bit princess, maybe a little night swim with me will help you.” You can just imagine the smirk on his face but you don’t have any time to respond, because the asshole picks you up and throws you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You can admit to yourself that the view of his ass in the swim trunks is not half bad but you don’t, because he runs towards the pool.

FUCK.

The shock of the water against your skin and all around you makes you panic for a second too long but strong arms pull you up and hold you above the surface of the water. Your angry scowl goes unnoticed by him as he leaves you leaning against the wall of the pool once you gather yourself.

“I hate you so much. What is your problem, asshole?”

He completely ignores you and swims to the other side of the pool. When he turns around, you know he has his stupid smirk on his face, even though you don’t see his mouth, only his eyes above the surface.

Your friends said he is “such a nice person”, but why is he always such a prick to you? Some say it’s because he wants your attention, pulling on your pigtails and whatnot. Maybe you should get back at him and test that theory at the same time.

You’ve never been shy, but this took a lot of courage from you. Getting out of the pool you walk across the deck to where he leans against the wall, his eyes so big, you already feel accomplished.

The thin material of the dress clings to the curves of your body, it’s completely seethrough when wet. Coupled with you not wearing any underwear beneath the dress, the look on his face is priceless. He can’t look away. You enjoy the sight of him with his mouth open, eyes big, not blinking. His stare travels all around your body and he seems like he is in a trance. You stop right beside him, the height difference that being out of the pool gives you goes straight into your head and you smirk down at him.

“Thank you for that, I was too hot. You can close your mouth now, loverboy.”

The way he looks at you from beneath your feet makes you feel like a Goddess, him your most devoted worshipper. You can basically see the hearts in his eyes. The theory has proven to be right.

Satisfied, you turn to leave, but his hand shoots forward and gently touches your ankle, careful not to make you trip, but it makes you turn around again.

Theo stands up on the higher pool step and it makes his eyes level with your chest. He grabs your thighs and the way he looks at you makes you drunk on his gaze. Shit. This was not part of the plan.

He picks you up, hands around your waist, pulls you down into the water again, and pins you against a wall of the deep end of the pool. With his hands caging you in, you can’t look away from his eyes behind the wet curtain of curls. The strange look is back in his eyes and his gaze falls on your still wet lips. You can’t look away. You follow the water droplet, traveling from the end of the hair strand, down his nose, all the way to his pouty lips. When it disappears into his slightly open mouth, you forget how to breathe altogether. His mouth is so close to yours. Suddenly your lips touch, and something between you, the tension that, unbeknownst to you, has been stretching, tightening, and growing for a long time now, snaps. You forget everything around you, the only thing you feel is his lips on yours, his hands in your hair, the length of his body pushing against yours.

Fingers caressing your nipples, but it’s not enough.

Thigh between your legs, but your dress is too long.

Hand pulling the dress up, trying to bunch it up against your thighs, but it’s too tight.

Head falling against your shoulder, Theo sighs into your neck, frustrated.

“Fuck! You know what Princessa? Tomorrow. Same time, here in the pool. Wear something easier to take off, or I’ll tear it right off of you.” He whispers in your ear and your whole body erupts in goosebumps.

He doesn’t look at you while he gets out of the pool, and walks to the mansion, but the evidence of his arousal is on display.

Time to find an even longer and tighter dress, for him to rip to pieces tomorrow.

IT CONTINUES

As always, thank you for reading, hope you liked it.

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[moonyswarmsweaters]

Barty Crouch Jr Exposed !!!!

[ivy-recs]

જ⁀➴ ♡ 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

Within these gilded halls rest the tales I have adored, each a jewel among the written realms. Should any author wish their work removed, a word sent my way shall see it done with grace and reverence.

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@pretty-little-mind33 ♡ you and james bake gingerbread cookies.

@moonstruckme ♡ first snow ♡ roommate!reader where you both slip into the roommate phase ♡ jealous!reader

@boneblushed ♡ is it chill that you’re in my head? your best friend James isn’t sure why he’s so angry about the fact that you’re going on a date with someone else.

@kquil ♡ genuine 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

@amiableness ♡ kiss and make-up james ruins reader’s date and attempts to make it better.

@lupinsversion ♡ fell hard when james finds himself talking to the other marauders about reader.

@lovemenotts ♡ dirty deer where your daughters stuffed deer blanket gets dirty

@msmk11 ♡ just like all the other angry boyfriends before two idiots in love who don’t know how to handle their emotions properly- aka school dance drama

@lizard-on-a-window-pane ♡ boy-friend where a girl calls you james's sister

@lupinsweater ♡ teacher!james x single mom!reader blurbs

@ellecdc ♡ thank you, McLaggen james potter x fem!reader who was apparently 'too much' for McLaggen

@astonishment ♡ you’re losing me you and james potter have a friendship like no other, with the most unbreakable bond…or so everyone thought. when you get hanahaki, you start pulling away from james and no matter how hard he tries, he can’t see, to do anything right. with your friendship being put to the ultimate test, will you find your way back to each other? or will james lose you for good? ♡ time warp 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾-𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝟨𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾? 𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝟣𝟫𝟩𝟨. 𝖲𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝗑𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝖣𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝗒. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈…𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍? ♡ why did she say yes? Y𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉. 𝖲𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗎𝗉𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾?

@thatdammchickennugget ♡ one of the guys you have always been one of the guys, but what if you don't want to be anymore? ♡ want this to be real not being able to find your best friend remus, you rely on james to help you out of an uncomfortable situation.

[little-miss-romance]

I didn't want him morally grey. I wanted someone with a soul as black as night. Someone who would burn the world down for me and not lose a single minute of sleep over it.

[hazelnutcoffeeshop]

𝓝𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 '𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱' 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓪 𝓬𝓾𝓹 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓸𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓮

[athenascult]

wear your hair down and your attitude high - lorelai gilmore 𖦹.ᡣ𐭩˚

[raw-time]

[madeofmemoriesblog]

Rainy days ♡

[iamgonnagetyouback]

remus lupin x potter!reader where you both go on your first date ⟶ word count : 1,085

navigation┆ remus lupin masterlist┆request here 𝜗𝜚

Snowflakes swirled softly outside the Potter house as the smell of pine and cinnamon filled the air. You stood in your room, holding up yet another dress, staring at James with pure exasperation. He was sprawled across your bed, tossing a chocolate frog in the air, his feet kicked up like he had nowhere better to be (which, let's be frank, he didn't.)

“What about this one?” you asked, holding up a red, long-sleeved dress that flowed down to your knees.

James squinted at you, his eyebrows furrowing in judgment. “Too tight. Moony’s a good bloke, but he’s still a bloke.”

You groaned and grabbed another dress, a delicate navy one with a sweetheart neckline and tiny silver details. You spun around, hopeful.

“Too much cleavage,” James said, waving his hand dismissively. “I don’t want to spend the evening wondering where my baby sister’s collarbones disappeared to.”

“James!”

"I'm just saying!" he defended, smirking. "I know my friends better than you do."

“This is impossible,” you muttered, tossing the dress onto the growing pile of rejections. “I’m never going to be ready at this rate!”

“Relax, I’m just doing my job,” James said, winking. “Big brother duty—keeping things classy and keeping Moony’s paws off you.”

“I’m going to strangle you,” you snapped, disappearing into your closet. You emerged wearing a cream-colored sweater tucked into a plaid skirt, tights, and your favorite boots. “There. Is this acceptable enough for you?”

James sat up, giving you an approving nod. “Perfect. You look like you’re about to read poetry in a snowy forest. Very innocent.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue—there was no point.

“Wait,” James said suddenly, hopping off the bed. Before you could react, he grabbed a scarf and started wrapping it around your neck.

“James, stop!” you protested, tugging at the fabric.

“Nope. Neck protection is essential,” he said, his voice completely serious. “And tights are good, but maybe some thicker ones. Can’t have you catching frostbite—or worse, Moony’s wandering hands.”

You gawked at him, wide-eyed. “Do you hear yourself?”

“I do, and I think I’m doing an excellent job,” he said smugly, reaching for a pair of gloves from your drawer. “Here, add these. And maybe a hat—no exposed skin, no temptation.”

Before you could retaliate, a knock at the front door echoed through the house. Your heart leapt, and you scrambled to undo James’ handiwork. The scarf came off and was thrown onto the bed as you ran to the mirror, smoothing your hair.

“That must be Remus,” you said breathlessly.

James followed close behind, his face breaking into a devilish grin. “Just remember,” he said, leaning casually against the doorframe, “just because he’s my best mate doesn’t mean you have to snog him on the first date.”

You turned to glare at him. “I wasn’t planning on it!”

“Good.” James straightened up. “And don’t worry. Moony’s a great guy. You’ll be fine. Nervous?”

“A little,” you admitted, biting your lip.

James patted your shoulder reassuringly before striding to the door. He swung it open, revealing Remus standing there with snowflakes in his curls and a bouquet of soft winter blooms.

“Remus,” James greeted, his voice overly formal.

“James,” Remus replied smoothly, a twinkle in his brown eyes.

“I see you brought my sister flowers,” James said, raising an eyebrow.

Remus tilted his head. “I thought she might like them. Or would you prefer I’d brought you flowers, James?”

James snorted but didn’t miss a beat. “Don’t tempt me, Lupin.”

He stepped aside but not before lowering his voice so only Remus could hear, his expression turning serious. “Remember: I’ve got eyes everywhere.”

You caught bits of James’ lecture as you adjusted your scarf in the mirror, rolling your eyes. Finally, you had enough. You hurried to the door, placing a hand on James’ shoulder and gently nudging him aside.

“Don’t you have something better to do?” you asked sweetly.

James gave you a pointed look but retreated, muttering, “Curfew’s at ten!”

You turned to Remus, your heart fluttering at the way he was looking at you. His eyes were warm and soft, lingering just a little too long.

“What?” you asked, feeling self-conscious. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like that,” you said, gesturing vaguely. “Do I have something on my face? Should I fix my hair?”

“No,” Remus said softly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “You look perfect.”

Your cheeks burned as you stammered, “Oh. Uh, thanks.”

Remus offered you his arm, and as you took it, you couldn’t help but glance back at James, who was hovering by the staircase with a proud but slightly threatening smile.

“Have fun!” he called out. “But not too much fun!”

You rolled your eyes as you stepped out into the crisp winter evening, your boots crunching in the snow.

“Sorry about him,” you mumbled, pulling your coat tighter around you.

“Don’t be,” Remus said, glancing down at you with that soft, fond smile that made your heart skip a beat. “I think it’s sweet, how much he cares.”

“Sweet isn’t the word I’d use,” you muttered, but a small smile tugged at your lips anyway. “You know, I’m going to kill him one day.”

Remus chuckled, his breath puffing in the cold air. “Don’t. I’d miss him, for some inexplicable reason.”

You glanced at him, a smile tugging at your lips. “You’d miss James?”

“Well,” he said, looking down at you with a twinkle in his eye, “I’d miss seeing you fight with him. It’s entertaining.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the warmth spreading in your chest.

As you walked side by side, the snow falling gently around you, Remus reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of gloves.

“Here,” he said, holding them out.

You frowned. “But I already have—”

“Yours aren’t as warm,” he interrupted, gently slipping them onto your hands before you could protest. His fingers brushed yours, and the simple touch sent a shiver up your spine that had nothing to do with the cold.

“Thanks,” you whispered, your cheeks burning.

He smiled again, and as you continued down the snowy path together, his hand brushed against yours, lingering for just a moment before he gently laced his fingers through yours.

You were definitely going to kill James later. But for now, all you could think about was the way Remus was looking at you—like you were the only thing keeping him warm on this snowy winter night.

[stevemania]

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