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Prompts 32, 52, 82-Marauders Era: James

Request: 32, 52, 82 for james??? tysm i love your writing !!!!

A/N: Once again, I apologise for how long I’m taking with these! Exams are coming up, as well as competition season, so I am currently a ball of stress. I’m trying to get them done whenever I can, and I’m sorry for the wait!

• 32. “I’m so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend.”
  52. “I’ve been in love with you my entire life.”
• 82. “When you love someone, you just don’t stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Specially then!”

“No offense, but you can’t really expect Y/N to fall hopelessly in love with you if she doesn’t even know how you feel, can you, Prongs?” Remus’ voice of reason irked James to no end as he sneaked another glance at the y/h/c haired girl, her nose buried in a leather bound book, one he knew wasn’t part of assigned reading.

“But it’s always like that, isn’t it?” Remus continued, still making too much sense for James to be paying attention. He didn’t want to be realistic right now. He wanted to stare at the way rays of sunshine sneaked their way onto her cheek, and the furrowing of her brows in concentration as she turned page after page.

“…When you love someone, you just don’t stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Specially then… James, are you even listening?”

“Mhm,” the dark haired boy mumbled in response, eyes still lingering on Y/N. She had now flipped a page of her book, her eyes almost landing on his, prompting him to look away and finally pay attention to his friend.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” Remus stated, a small smirk playing on his lips despite the annoyance in his voice.

“I know. I’m just so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend.” James buried his face in his arms, folded on the desk in front of him. A groan escaped from the slumped figure.

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Prompts 6, 27- Marauders Era: James

Request: 6 and 27 with james potter??

• 6. “Oh my God! You’re in love with him/her!”
• 27. “I love you, you asshole.”

A/N: So, I know I’ve been pretty shit with posting my writing lately, I’ve just had so much to do! I have exams coming up so I’ve been revising like crazy and my vacation wasn’t even a vacation, it’s been awful. I’m hoping I’ll be able to upload more of the requests soon, along with Part 2 of Tripartite (which I’ve finished but am currently changing around a lil bit). Anyway, I’m sorry for taking so long and thank you all so much for bearing with me!

‘Drunk’ was the only word that accurately described James Potter on that Friday night. Stumbling, blabbering, mumbling incoherent words with the happiness of a toddler, oblivious to the troubles that surround him.

'Oblivious’ would also have been a good word to describe James Potter. But that one wasn’t specific to the laugh-filled night that left him unable to walk straight, no. That one was permanent.

Y/N stood by one of the walls, watching the crowded party scene slowly unravel into the few drunken Gryffindors stumbling around the common room and singing Quidditch chants at the top of their lungs. She took another sip of cold water from her goblet, when she felt someone tap her on the shoulder.

“Alright?” Sirius Black wondered at her, a look of genuine concern replacing the usual mischievous one.

“Fine,” she glances at him over the edge of her goblet, “Why do you ask?”

“You seem a bit off, Y/L/N. Just looking out for you,” he shrugs and she responds with nothing but a sigh, the sound followed by her glance lingering on James. It doesn’t take long for Sirius to notice.

“Oh my God! You’re in love with him!” he exclaims, his words met by Y/N’s widened eyes, “You’re in love with James!”

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Being James Potter’s Sister Would Include…

• Getting teased 99.9% of the time
• No matter what you do
• But also having someone who would be proud of all your achievements
• Embarrassingly so, really
• Like if he sees you gaining house points for your house
• There’s a bunch of “WOOHOOO” and “FUCK YEAH, THAT’S MY SISTER”
• Everyone thinking you’d be just as much of a troublemaker
• They wouldn’t be wrong though…
• Helping the lads pull off pranks
• Keeping watch when they do
• And causing distractions
• Basically a perfect crime team of 5
• High fives when you all pull it off
• Being treated as a sister by all the Marauders
• If they see you upset, the first question is
• “Who do we have to hex??”
• Basically having 4 brothers
• No guy can go close to you without James having a frown on his face
• And asking a billion questions about the dude later
• “James, I was just giving him notes from a class he missed.”
• “Is notes code for ‘let’s snog later’ now??”
• A lot of little arguments
• That usually end in one of you in a headlock

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💖Valentine’s Prompt 12- Marauders Era: James

Request:  12 with James please?

• 12. Baking together 
  

Flour stains the counter of the small, quaint kitchen, spread over the surface and falling onto the floor in dust like clouds. A frown graces James Potter’s face as he intently stares at an open book, its pages stained with now dry splotches of milk. Y/N wraps her arms around his waist and places a kiss on his sweater covered shoulder, feeling his hand cover her palms as he sighs with frustration.

“I can do it, you know,” she says softly, an admiring glimmer in her y/e/c eyes as she looks at the concentrated boy.

“No, we’re supposed to do it together, Y/N. My mother didn’t raise a quitter,” he states in response, reaching for one of the measuring cups scattered on the counter next to the damned cook book. She laughs at his answer and floats a bag of sugar over to the puzzled boy. He notices it hovering in front of him and grabs it quickly, flashing her a grateful smile. Suddenly, his frown returns as he turns around, his eyes nervously scanning the kitchen.

“Babe, have you seen my glasses?”

“Yes, love, they are on your nose,” she stifles a chuckle at the confused expression that overtakes his face as he touches the bridge of his nose with his fingers, just to make sure of the fact. He shakes his head lightly at his own silliness, grabbing a wooden spoon and beginning to vigorously stir the incomplete mixture in the wooden bowl, parts of the gooey substance flying across the small space, one hitting Y/N on the cheek. A mischievous smile spreads across her face as she grabs a fistful of flour and reaches towards him, spreading the white powder across his face, and causing the now ghost faced boy to turn and face her, his glasses completely stained. 

“Well, that was uncalled for,” before she can dodge it, a handful of star shaped sprinkles scatters across her face, getting stuck in her hair as she laughs and wraps her arms around James, placing a soft kiss on his nose before whispering: “I told you baking isn’t that bad.”

♫Someone That Loves You- HONNE// Marauders Era: Love Triangle: Jily x Reader

Request:  Could you write something for the song ‘someone that loves you’ by HONNE where the reader is in love with James but he loves lily

The sound of gravel crunching under Y/N’s feet sounds like the sound of hearts breaking. Her thoughts are clear and she wishes they weren’t, stabbing at the borders of her mind like steel knives. She yearns for her thoughts to be as blurry as her sight, her eyes still misty from the tears that fell to her pillow while the moon shone white light onto her face. 

The air feels heavy as it slips into her lungs, and she swallows the dread stuck in her throat as she enters the greenhouse. The space is already filled with students, excited chatter fluttering in the stuffy air as they divided into groups of three.

“Y/N!” Professor Sprout’s voice carries to her from the opposite side of the space, and she flinches slightly at being noticed.

“You’ve just made it in time! You’ll be helping Potter and Evans,” the invisible knife in her gut twists at the thought as she walks over to the pair, her feet heavy.

She’s barely noticed by her newly assigned partners as they explode in laughter over whispered words, the sound piercing her ears shrilly. She averts her eyes, fumbling with a plant she didn’t quite hear the name of, working off the faint memory of instructions written in the Herbology textbook. Suddenly, the room seems strangely silent, and the focused girl notices the laughter next to her had stopped. She looks up slowly, only to see two faces grinning at her, glowing with happiness.

“Alright, Y/N? Didn’t see you there,” she felt goosebumps cover her skin at the sound of his voice saying her name, the bright eyed boy completely oblivious.

“I noticed,” she forced her lips into a small smile.

“So, what are we doing then?” he clapped his hands enthusiastically, rubbing them together and giving the red haired beauty beside him a wide grin.

“Honestly, Potter,” Lily said, with a roll of her emerald eyes and a smirk on her face, “It’s like you haven’t been paying attention at all.”

“I have been paying attention,” he frowns, his tone suddenly defensive, “To the important things, that is.” His statement is accompanied by a wink at the redhead, and Y/N can’t help but grimace at the display of affection, a sour taste lingering on her tongue. 

“Something wrong, Y/N?” the sound of her name startles her slightly, and the plant she was holding falls to the floor. Hurriedly cleaning up the mess, she looks up and gives her burning flame a nod and a small smile.

“You look tired,” he frowns, and his concern tarnishes her pure heart as she tells herself he loves her, not me, over and over in her glass mind, cracks appearing on its exterior. 

She simply shakes her head and watches his hands on her pale skin, guiding her small, skilled fingers into the gaps between his, a whispered, “I love you,” finding its way to her ears in the suddenly stuffy air of the space. And then she hears her heart breaking, and she was right; it sounds just like the crunch of gravel under her feet. 

Dating James Potter Would Include…

• Classes together being incredibly fun
• But also incredibly distracting
• Him saying your name from behind you about a hundred times
• Until you turn around
• And you’re met with a cheesy grin
• “Hi.”
• Hidden glances
• Mouthing jokes at each other in classes
• You pulling his glasses down from the top of his head when he thinks he’s lost them
• Him grinning widely at this
• “Thanks, love”
• You getting butterflies whenever he calls you by a nickname
• “Love”
• “Babe”
• “Baby”
• Him telling you to look away at Honeydukes
• No, INSISTING on you looking away
• Later, you figure out that it’s because he was buying you all your favourite candy
• And he wanted it to be a surprise
• (Kind of a fail there, James, mate.)
• Because there’s no occasion
• Just the fact that you’re the best.
• Him loving nose kisses
• Him loving all your kisses
• But especially the nose kisses
• They make him go a lil red in the face
• God forbid anyone finds out about this though.

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♫The One- Kodaline// Marauders Era: James x Reader

Request(s):  Could you do a young James one shot based on the song The One by Kodaline? Thanks, deary!

Can you write something where James is playing with the reader’s hair? Feel free to combine it with another request, if you like

Y/N felt like her eyes rolled all the way back in her head as she saw Lily Evans throw her head back in laughter at James’ unheard words. Unintentionally, she allowed a groan to escape her lips, flinching a little at the realisation that it was absolutely audible.

“Alright there, Y/L/N?” Sirius’ words reached her through her vexed daze and she looks at him, a grimace on her face as she nods towards the redhead.

“I get you,” he nods, light bouncing off his hair as he flicked the lighter in his right hand on, bringing the flame to the cigarette hanging from his mouth.

“Do you? Do you really?” sarcasm clings to her voice as she narrows her eyes at him, and a chuckle follows the smoke coming out of his mouth.

“Couldn’t be more simple love. You love him, she can’t keep it in her pants around him, and you’re ticked off,” a content grin lingers on his face as she sighs, nodding lightly.

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🎄♫ There is a Dark Place- Tom Rosenthal// Marauders Era: James x Reader

Request: Can I request a James x reader thing with the song there is a dark place by Tom rosenthal? thx

She was a poetic path that he followed from the moment he first set eyes on her. There was something about her that made him brave, willing to do anything… except to talk to the beauty that so enchanted him.

When James Potter is sixteen years old, his best friends get tired of watching him pine for the y/h/c haired girl, so they track down Professor Slughorn and he hands the trustworthy Remus a worn piece of parchment and tells them to be careful.

Many failed attempts and permanently damaged cauldrons later, a gold liquid glimmers in the dim light of their wands. It seems to float as it’s poured into a small tube, dancing gracefully behind the glass.

They glance at James quickly and carefully, keeping him distracted as they pour the golden threads into his drink, only moments later pressed to his lips and running through his azure veins.

He catches a glimpse of her y/h tie and the secrets hiding in the corners of her y/e/c eyes, and finally, his Gryffindor courage takes over and he goes to her, flies to her like birds to the South in the freezing winter.

He runs after her, the snow reddening his cheeks, the icy floor slowing him down, but there is nothing, nothing at all, that can stop him now.

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🎄♫Powerful- Major Lazer// Marauders Era: James x Reader

Request: My Christmas wish list: Remus x reader (intertwined - Dodie Clark), Sirius x reader (while my guitar gently weeps -,the beatles)James x reader (powerful - major Lazer) Dont feel pressured please don’t write anything you don’t want to. Happy holidays! 

A wind blew fiercely outside the castle, glistening snowflakes in a white flurry, rushing to the blanketed ground. Y/N looked out into the snowstorm and shivered slightly at the thought of how cold it must be as she pulled a sweater over her dark t-shirt. She descended into the warmth of the y/h common room and grabbed her coat off the crowded sofa.

“Where are you off to?” her friend wondered from the arm chair that rested by the fireplace.

“Don’t know yet,” Y/N grinned as she left the common room, her steps quick and pleased, as she left the comfort of the common room and stepped into the marbled halls. 

The window of James’ dorm opened suddenly, slamming into the adjacent wall and welcoming an angry whirlwind of snowflakes into the warm room.

“What the–,” the dark haired boy rushes to close the window, latching it shut and rolling his eyes. He grabs his jacket and rushes to the common room, pulling the sleeves onto his hands as he cascades down the stairs. 

“Sirius, you left the window half open again,” he informs his friend, who sits by the fireplace with Remus, involved in a heated discussion that James doesn’t care for at that moment.

“I did not,” a defensive tone invades Sirius’ voice as he fakes a hurt facial expression.

James rolls his eyes and laughs at his friend as he continues walking towards the exit.

“Where are you going, lover?” Sirius’ dramatic exclamation is accompanied by exaggerated hand gestures, as he reaches for his moving friend, “It’s past nightfall, you’re sure to be caught!”

“Don’t know yet, but I shall soon return my only. And worry not, for I am a fierce warrior,” James blows his friend a joking kiss as he leaves the common room and steps into the wide halls of Hogwarts, greeting the Christmas decorations on the walls with a smile.

He finds her in the library, hunched over a thick, leather bound volume, her hair covering the profile of her face, and his hand yearning to move it aside so he could admire her the way she is meant to be admired.

His steps don’t seem fast enough as he walks towards her, butterflies in his stomach and the need for the melody of her voice in his mind as he finally reaches the table she’s sat at and pulls out the chair next to her, prompting her to look up and greet him with a smile.

“Hello, Potter,” her smirk has mischievous hint as she locks her eyes with his and follows his movement as he sits by her, his hand ending up dangerously close to her thigh.

“Y/L/N, fancy seeing you here,” his voice is soft and raspy, satisfaction obvious within it.

“Oh, really? I figured since you suggested we meet here, you wouldn’t be so surprised,” she says with a shrug, and closes the heavy book with a slight thud, standing up to place it back on a nearby shelf.

“I must’ve forgotten,” he stands up, smirking, hypnotised by the way she moves and the silky sound of her voice.

“Well that’s just dreadful, that you’re forgetting things at such a young age,” the sarcastic tone is accompanied by a sarcastic pout, as he sighs and smiles at the beauty before him, taking her by the hand. 

“Where do you think you’re going, and why do you assume I’ll be going with you?” she asks with a laugh as she happily follows him out of the library, the way his hand tightens around hers making her eyes crinkle with a smile. 

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Yes of course, but it’ll be uploaded on the 25th! Xx

♫Like I Would- Zayn// Marauders Era: James x Reader

Request:  Could I request a James Potter x reader? Where she is best friends with the boys and while she has always had feelings for James she likes that a handsome, blonde from the Quidditch team takes an interest in her. He shamelessly flirts with her and asks her out. James reacts jealous as he is starting to realize his own feelings for the reader? Pretty please! :)

A/N: I’m sorry it took so long, I hope you like it!

Leaves had begun departing from the tree branches and dancing their way down in the gentle wind. The air was becoming crisper and the days shortened, the gentle twilight settling while slender figures still sat atop brooms and flew around the massive pitch, voices and loud hits echoing around the pitch.

As the crescent moon rose and the sky darkened, letting the stars peek through the delicate clouds, the players finally descended, grounding with laughter and the sound of satisfied high fives. The cheerful exclamations boomed through the hallways as the quidditch players poured out of the changing rooms and into the wide corridors of the castle.

Y/N was leaning against a pillar, her nose buried in a book, her thoughts interrupted by a hand covering the page her eyes were roaming, causing her y/e/c eyes to look up. She raised an eyebrow and pouted disapprovingly at James, as he grinned at her, nodding to the right as she closed her book and followed the dark haired boy, shaking her head lightly, struggling to hide the smile invoked by his presence.

“How was practice?” she asked, looking at the floor, her glance occasionally lingering on his jawline, butterflies fluttering through her body, her fingers tingling with the hope of coming into contact with his.

“Same as usual. Fun. Exhausting.” he said, as a long haired, slim figure walked towards them, mischievously grinning. Once Sirius reached them, he turned around on his heel, throwing a long arm around each of them, and squeezing them tightly.

“Sirius–cannot–breathe,” Y/N struggled in his grip, prompting him to release her. She took a deep breath and rolled her eyes at the roaring laughs of her best friends. A trio of Hufflepuff girls walked by them, eliciting a wink from James and a painful sting of jealousy spreading through Y/N’s stomach, along with the feeling of helplessness and knowledge that she couldn’t blame him for it. Her adoration for him was surreptitious and fruitless, her glances going unnoticed, her touches simple and friendly, the emotion behind them invisible to him.

Another day rolled around slowly, bringing around another wait outside the quidditch changing rooms for her friends to gather, another book in her hand as she leaned against her usual pillar, secretly anticipating the familiarity of the pale hand hovering over the black letters that covered the yellowing pages. Instead, she was startled by a gentle grip on her shoulder, looking up to meet a pair of blue eyes on a slender face framed by blonde locks. The boy had a shy smile on his face and a nervous glimmer in his eyes.

“Hey, Y/N right?” he met her eyes before timidly glancing back at the floor.

“I’m sorry, have we met?” she felt a jolt of guilt for not remembering the kind boy’s name.

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