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sleyu · 9 months
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DATING JAMES POTTER INCLUDES . . .
PAIRING: JAMES POTTER X READER
GENRE: FLUFF & SMUT
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If anyone is boyfriend coded, it's James.
James is so desperate for your attention. It’s fully up to you how you would react to the stunts he’d pull and all the nonsense he’d say for you to spare just a mere glance at him, but as soon as you do, he’s not shutting up for days. So much so, you’d find Remus on his hands and knees, begging to give James a chance so that he could finally study in peace.
When James falls in love, the person he is infatuated with and the things in relation to them is the only thing that remains in his mind.
‘Ugh,’ he thinks, ‘Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop is an eye sore.’ But wait, ‘Y/n loves pink. I ought to bring her here next time.’ He thinks.
James, contrary to what he makes himself out to be in front of his friends before meeting you, abandons any sense of his pride and ego when it comes to his girl.
Before falling in love with you, James would scoff and snicker at couples around Hogwarts, at people holding hands, cheeks flushed and eyes starry-eyed, as they’d walk together in Hogsmeade.
Meeting you, falling in love with you—finally making you his—made him love every corny, cheesy aspect of being with someone, completely endeared and left sheepish by their every breath and movement.
During ’ O.W.L.S. or any test for that matter, one could steal a glance at James, only to see him absentmindedly writing down your initials with a heart right beside them on his parchment, looking almost bored at his otherwise empty paper.
Anytime he would find himself stuck on a question, he would sigh happily, putting his quill down and all his focus on you, trying to find you sitting in the exam hall, smiling in amusement at the look of determination on your face.
James being in love means him attempting to look for your face during every quidditch match, upon every win, and during every loss, trying his best to search for your reaction. All he wants is for you to see him in his glory, and no amounts of pats on his back or the cheers he receives from crowds compare to the feeling of your thumb caressing his cheek, or your hands softly patting him on the head, telling him how proud you are of him and how you couldn’t take his eyes off him.
James finds it tough to admit and often struggles to communicate it, but he needs your praise. He needs you to tell him that he did good, that he looks handsome, that he’s brilliant for his latest prank, and that no one else compares to him. Of course, it’s an ego boost for him, but behind his egotistic front is a vulnerable, questioning man who doubts himself often, wanting nothing more than to prove himself to you.
‘Did I do good, love?’ he’d ask, desperation seeping from his honey-like voice, as though he’s unable to wait for your answer, fearing the possibility of your displeasure. ‘Please tell me I did.’
Of course, this manifests in your sex life. James needs praise always and rarely ever incorporates degradation into his lovemaking. He not only tells you how pretty you look for him, how good you feel wrapped around his leaking cock, but also begs you to be vocal, to communicate your pleasure and to tell him that you only belong to him and that no one else could make you feel as good as him.
‘Need you to tell me, baby—fuck! Wanna make you feel good—wanna make my good girl feel good—god.’
‘Tell me—tell me you love me. Say it again—need to hear it again,’
James begs that you leave a kiss mark on his cheek for ‘Good luck,’ right before a quidditch game.
The mandatory uniform for Gryffindor Quidditch matches is James’ jersey. Nothing fuels his pride and his absolute enamour for you more than seeing his last name plastered across your chest and back, proudly and visibly displaying your support for him and only him.
After a big win, you can expect to be fucked in the jersey. James swears he’s never cum faster than he has when he took you from behind and watched as your back arched; the name, ‘Potter,’ printed upon your trembling body as though it was a mark of ownership and loyalty.
Dating James means that he’s treating you as though you’re made of glass. Gentle touches and grips to your waist as the two of you walk in the school corridors, and adoring coos when he sees you slump against him, tired from a long day.
‘My poor angel. Always working so hard, yeah? C’mon, I’ll take care of you.’
He’d rather die than hear you call him by his name. To James, calling him by his name means that you’re treating him as though he were any other person when he isn’t. He needs to hear the affection laced in your words. The soft, gentle mumble of ‘baby, darling, Jamie, honey,’ is all he seeks to hear from you and he practically crumbles against the gentle caress of your hand on his cheek when you refer to him by a pet name.
‘James,’ you sigh, exasperated. Your boyfriend furrows his eyebrows, ‘That’s baby to you!’
During the summer, he’d insist you attach a photo of you with every letter you send him, whether it’s you on vacation or simply in your room, he has to get his fill of you.
He’d spend so much money on little trinkets for you, little items he would pick up from the sneaky Marauders Hogsmeade trips.
Sirius would huff as James pulled him into a stationary shop, ‘James, can we please stop making pit stops? We have 30 minutes left.’ James shook his head, grinning to himself as he picked up several pretty pens he reckons you’d love, ‘Need to supply the missus with gifts, Pads.’
James would be so happy once you begin warming up to the Marauders. His favourite people loving his favourite person? It’s his dream come true and as soon as he sees you bickering with Sirius, having long and insightful discussions with Remus, and casually hanging around Peter, he knows he’s going to be with you for a very, very long time. He’ll make sure of it, he decides then.
James would most certainly carry your bag as he drops you off to class. The first time he attempted in doing it, the two of you were tugging your bag for five minutes, arguing with each other about who would carry the pound of weight on your shoulders. He won, much to your dismay, but a surge of warmth bursts through him the first time you hand your bag over to him mindlessly, without him asking or fighting you for it, as though you had expected him to do it. He treasures these moments in your relationship where he begins to realize that habits between the two of you are beginning to grow and that you both are becoming used to being such an integral part of each other's lives.
He constantly tells you that you’re his everything and that all he does is for you and only you.
Study dates with him are entirely pointless as they never lead to actual studying as James cannot survive five minutes without your undivided attention on him. What do you mean you have to read a textbook for an hour? No periodic breaks to kiss your boyfriend or to coo at him? The only way actual studying will get done is if you promise him a kiss for every correct answer he gets—but we all know where that’s leading to.
He was the first one to say, ‘I love you,’ in the relationship. He would probably say it very quickly as he had known he loved you before the two of you dated, but he’s entirely fine with you wanting to take your time in dissecting your feelings for him.
Until you say it back, with every night and morning kiss, every departure before class, he’d whisper a giddy, ‘I love you, darling,’ to which you’d smile bashfully. Once you do say it back, he’s smiling like an idiot for two weeks straight. He would be almost annoying about it, like a child on Christmas Day. He’d tell you that he loves you repeatedly only to hear you say his four favourite words: ‘I love you too.’
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slythergirl666 · 4 months
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james potter who always wants you in his lap because you sitting next to him isn't close enough. james potter who lifts you onto his shoulders after he wins a Quidditch match. like he is so hyper that he jumps up and down, seemingly forgetting that you are holding onto his hair for dear life. james potter who bribes you with your favorite sweets when he needs help on homework. james potter who needs a cuddle break every five minutes when you're tutoring him. james potter who gives you piggyback rides when you're tired after a long night out. james potter who lets you win when you play-fight. oh who am i kidding, he would throw you over his shoulder and dance around before pinning you down and kissing every inch of your face sloppily. james potter who would randomly tell you which piece to move when you’re playing chess against remus or sirius because he always wins against the three of you.
remus lupin. sirius black.
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accio-sriracha · 5 months
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James: *staring lovingly at Regulus* I would literally die for you.
Regulus: *walking away, trying to hide his blush* Then fucking do it, Potter.
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volturissideslut · 6 months
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𝕵𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝕻𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗
Lovesick James who almost trips over himself when he sees you in the hallway. He's just so awestruck by you, he can't think straight. And apparently that means he can't walk straight either. He's walked into sirius so many times, he's gonna kill James if there's a bruise on his shoulder. Merlin forbid he spots you in the crowd at a quidditch match.
Lovesick James who isn't much of a reader but makes it his mission to read all your favourite romance books to he can recreate moments with you. Be it kissing in the rain or comforting one another from a nightmare, he wants the full sappy experience.
Lovesick James who refers to you in almost every letter he sends his mum or dad. Poor Euphemia and Fleamont know too much about you given that you're someone they've never even met - James hasn't even asked you out for merlin sake!
Lovesick James who stutters and stumbles over his words when speaking to you. You can hardly blame the lad, you're so pretty he just can't get his words out. It's a disaster when he tries to ask you on a date, he almost set you up with Moony once!
Lovesick James who insistes on sending Polaroid pictures to eachother during the holidays so you can still see eachother. He's more than happy to buy you the picture and the empty Polaroids, just promise you'll send him some pictures, yeah?
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lilyevansmywife · 1 year
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Regulus asks James to help him with his homework because he really can't do some things and James always helps him figure it out and sometimes they spend hours in the secret room doing their homework even though they agreed to meet to kiss
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ginevrapng · 3 months
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𝐈'𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃
pairing: fwb!james x reader
word count: 1.5k words
warnings and contents: for my friends with benefits james there is no smut asdfghjkl, hurt, jealousy, FLUFF
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you're sitting in the great hall eating breakfast and you spot james across the hall with all the other gryffindors. you're unable to stop your lip quirk upwards as you hear his boisterous laugh, which you guess is due to some joke or prank he's retelling.
your small smile drops as you see lily evans walk up the marauders. you've never had a problem with her, she is a popular gryffindor that is friendly and works well to get top marks but the way she's walking up to the marauders, looking at james determined and with a mission, fills you with slight dread. if you were completely honest you felt she spent more time with james then necessary, especially considering how they've got their own friends and how many times she turned him down in the past.
the hall is already pretty quiet due to everyone already have eaten and a lot of people stop their conversations or lower their voices as they see lily go up to james. everyone in every house knows that's irregular. for the previous years of hogwarts james followed lily everywhere like a lost puppy always asking her out and coming up to her but he had stopped. no one knew why. it was because of you.
because the hall became so silent you heard what evans asked james and you wished the hall was louder, you wished you didn't hear, you wish you were somewhere else, anywhere else, you started to become sick as she asked james if he's free this weekend to go to hogsmeade. "i don't know, i think remus has to study but i know sirius and peter are free too. are all the other girls going?" at that moment it's hard to tell if he's actually oblivious or if he knows exactly what she's asking him but he's choosing not to answer. he has a smile on his face but even from a distance it looks a bit forced to you.
if you were anyone else you would lean to the fact he's being oblivious but you're not anyone, people always underestimate james and you have a feeling james knows exactly what she's actually asking but for some reason he's pretending that he has no clue what she means but you don't know why he'd do that. james is kind and wouldn't want to embarrass someone so publicly but at the same time you're unsure of why he'd be so sure of turning her down but the fact that he is does makes you incredibly happy, you won't tell him that though.
"oh, i don't actually know what the girls are doing. i meant just us two. like on a date?" lily asks him, not wavering at all even with what james has previously said.
james sighs under his breath. "i've got things to do, you should go with someone else."
"what about another weekend?" lily asks, hopeful and you don't blame her for that, anyone would be hopeful asking out someone who in the past asked them out every other day.
"lily, i'm sorry if i'm hurting your feelings but i don't want to go on a date with you," he tells her and you can see that he's trying to be as nice as he can be in a situation like this. no one caught on to the fact that james said that he's only sorry that he's hurt her feelings, he's not sorry for not wanting to date her though, like it's not even an option on my mind, he's not entertaining the thought about going on a date with her, you don't catch on, lily doesn't, the marauders don't, no one does.
everyone is stunned, they thought for sure he'd say yes, he has been pining after her for so long and most people just thought he started playing hard to get, giving her some distance until she recognises how much she misses him but that wasn't true at all. lily never crosses his mind anymore, why would she? he has you. you're all he thinks about. yeah at one point he fancied lily but he loves you.
after a couple beats lily replies with an, "oh, alright then. i guess i'll see you in the common room." this time it's lily that forces a smile. james doesn't respond. she has just been rejected and it's making her feel dejected, not only does james not want to go on a date with her but he doesn't want to hang out with her either. the whole time she thought this was some ploy from james to get her attention but she realised she was wrong. he has no interest in her at all.
as soon as lily's out of earshot and going out of the great hall you hear the loud voices of james' friends. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT PRONGS? DON'T YOU WANT LILY ANYMORE?"
"that was mean james, you didn't have to reject her in front of everyone."
"YOU DON'T WANT EVANS? I CAN'T BELIEVE IT. I NEVER THOUGHT THIS DAY WOULD COME. CAN I GO FOR HER?"
"i've got to say i'm surprised to prongs, i never thought you'd shut lily down like that. she really does like you and if this is some trick to get her to like you more, don't do it. she talks about you a lot."
james interrupts his friends knowing this could go on all morning and knowing that you're definitely hearing all this, worried you might be getting the wrong idea. "you can go for her pads, it's none of my business." they all look even more shocked as they hear this but he carries on, "i have no interest in lily whatsoever, yes i used to but i moved on from that. i didn't try to be mean peter but she wasn't taking a hint, i kept trying to tell her no and to let her down gently and moony honestly you shouldn't be surprised if anything it's more surprising that this hasn't happened sooner, me and lily have absolutely nothing in common and we can barely hold a conversation together that last more than ten minutes."
they're all rendered speechless at james as they realise he is 100 percent serious about this. no matter if lily chases james just like he chased her his answer will always be the same, no.
in james' eyes lily doesn't hold a candle to you.
he flicks his eye to where you're sitting and you briefly make eye contact. james was feeling in a bit of a negative mood after what happened but that immediately changed when he glances at you to see that you're already looking at him. you see a stupid grin appear on his face, uncontrolled and automatic, you quickly look down knowing that you've been caught watching him. as you're looking down you smile at the whole situation. james told lily no, and he said it so certain like nothing could change his mind. that absolutely stopped the sicky feeling you had. no one would notice you smiling as you're looking away from everyone but james knew that's what you'd be doing.
james wants to grab your face and lift it up so you're looking at each other again, he already misses your face and the colours of your eyes and it's only been a second since you've looked away from him. he wants to see your bashful smile as you try to look away from him again but he'll just place hundreds of kisses all over your face instead. he wants to desperately tell you that lily doesn't mean anything to him, you have gotten jealous on occasion due to lily even if you deny it, hopefully this might help. he wants to tell you that there's nothing to be jealous about. although you both know that he'll likely tease you about how you was "staring" at him the whole time when he turned down lily.
"what the fuck are you grinning about james?" remus asks, he seems the most annoyed with james about how he handled the situation, remus and lily are study buddies so they are actually good friends and he's known for awhile how lily has felt about james he's just always thought james still feels the same way, he thought it was mutual.
james snaps out off his thoughts of you, not wanting the marauders to question him about you. "nothing important," james replies, not looking back at you.
he hopes that he'll have the chance to talk to you today, even if it's for five minutes. maybe you'll talk about your plans for the weekend and you can try and find time to get together, maybe you'll tease him and say lily invited you to hogsmeade while you were at dinner.
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ecstarry · 20 days
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humbling requesting single dad james with regulus hcs 🙇
this is adorableeee!!!
I have a soft spot for age gap jeggy sooo for me it's always james a bit older, extra points if he already has some grey hairs here and there
James is the kind of dad that carries his son on one arm and everything else on the other arm likes it's NOTHING, all potter men are like this!!!! monty was the same
Okay James is usually very protective of who takes care of Harry but with Reg he felt sooo comfortable leaving them alone
Regulus NEVER uses a baby voice to talk to Harry!!!! they have lovely conversations even when Harry is a small baby who barely makes sounds. My Reg is making sure that baby will be SMART AND WELL SPOKEN
REGULUS PLAYS MUSIC FOR HARRY AND COMPOSES NEW SONGS ON THE PIANO FOR HIM AND EVERYTHING
James sings a lullaby that Effie used to sing to him when he was a kid and Regulus learns it so he can sing it to Harry if he's ever upset and James isn't around
Harry CLINGS to Reg's finger and REG LOVES IT AND MELTS BUT JAMES FEELS LIKE CRYING EVERYTIME HE SEES THAT
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4remus · 1 year
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no but really think about it james and lily died when they were 21 why were they shown in the movies as if they were 55 ??? another reason to add to the other million already existing to reject canon and embrace delusion
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marauderstars · 11 months
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James: What exactly do you think of me?
Regulus: Somewhere between “fuck you” and “I’d fuck you.”
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sstarmoon · 23 days
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Can you imagine how happy Euphemia was when she found out that her son and Regulus were getting married? She had taken Regulus into her home when he was still a boy, so hurt, so vulnerable. She practically took him and Sirius into her arms, raising them as if they were her own children, loving them as if they were her own children.
She wasn't stupid, she knew her son; James had been born to her after all. And she knew her boy was in love. She saw it in her boy's eyes every time Regulus was around. The woman didn't want to squirm in her wisdom, but with a smirk on her face, she knew those two would end up together. And she couldn't help but feel proud and somewhat mischievous of herself when, just after James had turned twenty, asked Regulus to marry him.
She had suspected that her boy was up to something; James had been working twice as hard since he graduated. She, worried, seeing her son come home tired every night, tried to reassure him; telling him that there was no need, that he would never lack anything at home. Oh, little she know that James was saving to buy a ring, and to pay the first installment of the house he was going to buy for himself and Regulus.
Despite that, she did knew they would eventually get married. What she didn't expect was that they would give her grandchildren so soon.
When James and Regulus announced it, right after having lunch together, she was speechless, she just couldn't form the words, thousands of things were happening inside her. She then looked at Regulus, seeking confirmation. He had a soft smile on his face, and when Euphemia looked down, she saw a barely noticeable baby bump under Regulus' clothes and that's when she started crying. Oh, how she loved that boy. And although she always considered Regulus part of her family, this was different. She hugged him, so tight, crying into the poor boy's clothes. Regulus hugged her back, feeling so overwhelmed, no one had ever hugged him like that. He cried too, he couldn't help it. Everything was so overwhelming and so beautiful. She took the boy's face in her hands; she always thought Regulus was a very beautiful boy. And now he was hers; part of her family. Regulus had just given her the most beautiful gift that only he could give her, and Euphemia was never going to let him go. He was her boy too.
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lunar-serpentinite · 1 month
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crazy, never-before-thought-of, controversial, absolutely rare as fuck, probably stretching too far (/joking) headcanon :
harry potter is an introvert
but everyone thinks otherwise bc hes also a lowkey people pleaser who sometimes subconsciously mirrors the people he hangs out with because his social development as a kid was atrocious and he doesn't know how to actually socialise the way neurotypical people do
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sleyu · 9 months
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thinking of perv!bf james who begs you to let him take dirty polaroids of you for when you’re apart. cause how else is he meant to get off without an image of his cum on your pretty tits or you choking on his cock? definitely keeps them in his wallet for easy access too
perfect timing, i just came back from work and all i could think about as i was making people’s drinks was perv ! james…
i am positively going insane at the thought of this. i referenced james asking for photos of you in my james bf headcanons, but i totally forgot to mention all the nudes he would beg for during summer vacation.(;_;)♡
dating you has gotten him sex addicted and he can only spend so long merely imagining your face and body :( he has such a tough time cumming without you and he hates not having you there or being forced to resort to masturbating because it only further reminds him of his loneliness.
but, the photo-system you guys developed assures him that he’s the only one that gets to have personalized photos of you in his hands that are attached along with every love letter you send him. it also eases his loneliness and makes spending time apart easier for the both of you.
right before school ends, you suggest taking photos of the two of you for when the summer holiday begins and you both are separated by the barrier that is vacations and dependent families.
james practically loses his mind at the thought of this and he makes it his mission to take photos of you from his favourite angles and sights: taking you from behind (he begs you to turn your face to look at him so that it appears in the photo), your cum-covered face and tits, your legs spread with cum dripping out of your abused cunt, you choking on his cock, and your naked, spent body sprawled across his bed, fucked out after a particularly rough session.
some photos are downright filthy (every photo with the cum) which are the ones that he jerks off to the most, whereas others are taken with an artistic eye, aesthetically pleasing enough for him to put in his wallet or on the corner of his bedroom mirror.
the photo of you in his wallet would be something pretty and taken with purpose. it would either be your cum covered, smiling face (so that anyone who takes a glance at his wallet would assume it’s simply an innocent photo of his girlfriend), or, as we know, james loves the risk, a photo of your bruised and bitten tits, littered with hickeys and love bites.
god, when james finally reaches home from hogwarts, he immediately locks himself in his room to pull out the envelope of polaroids he’s taken over the year, eagerly searching through the photos he had taken of you. james is such a little pervert that his cock was already beginning to throb at the mere thought of jerking off to those photos of you.
even though you knew that he had these photos intended for his own personal, depraved purposes, something about pulling out his cock out from his slacks and slowly stroking himself to your pretty, candid, unknowing face—occasionally slapping his cock gently on the laminated paper—was so filthy and lewd to him.
of course, the picture deal has to be mutual and he’s more than happy to send you nude photos of him. one of the photos would be his hard, leaking cock tributing to the cum-covered photo of you smiling. looking at the photo and realizing how creepy and perverted it comes across only made the ache in his cock worse. he’d graze his length against his pillow, groaning to himself, making a silent prayer that all of this is enough to relieve the constant need in him and his craving for your cunt.
‘’m so fuckin’ sick,’ he’d sigh, grinning wolfishly.
i also have a sick feeling that not only james, but the rest of the marauders favourite photos to jerk themselves off to are the innocent ones in which you’re smiling happily into the camera, showing off your pretty sundress. of course, nothing beats the lewd photos of you, but they find themselves cumming harder at the unsuspecting photos, imagining your cute, smiling face in front of them, eagerly waiting to be covered and marked by their cum. something about tainting and subsequently corrupting the innocence and purity that the casual photos reveal drives them mad.
‘gonna fuckin’ ruin you the next time i see you—fuck,’
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that-bitch-kat3 · 8 months
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james potter was a leash child
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accio-sriracha · 5 months
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Me a year ago: Wtf why would anybody write James with someone other than Lily??? They're literally perfect???
Me now: *gay gremlin noises* JEGULUS. STARCHASER. SUNSEEKER. THE BABIES. SO PERFECT. IN LOVE. MUST WRITE NOW.
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volturissideslut · 5 months
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𝕵𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝕻𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗
Im stressed and want to write fluff, but most of my reqs rn are angst so let me put them off a little longer (sorry)
"Hello deer" you smile teasingly at James as he walks into the kitchen, one towel hanging loosely to his hips and another fallen to his shoulder after he had used it to dry his hair.
"morning, love" he holds back his own smile, placing a quick kiss to your collarbone before he moves around you on the stove to shuffle through the cupboards. His glasses are semi-steamed from laying on the bathroom counter and one lose wet curl hangs over his forehead "Godrick I'm hungry"
"I can imagine, how you wake up earlier than this to train for two hours is beyond me" you have barely had time to rub the sleep from your eyes before rushing up to make his breakfast. It's not like you had to, but you want to. It's nice looking after him. "I made pancakes with that new protein powder you got, the berry one" you grin at him and he's practically salivating at the smell and sound of it.
"have I told you how much I love you today?" he kisses you and steals the plate from your hands
"only about five times when I first woke up, but feel free to tell me again" you take a blueberry covered in maple syrup right off of his fork, smiling up at his playful scowl.
"We'll, I do. So much so that I'm hoi g to forgive that, you little theif" as if he isn't picking up another berry and putting it in your mouth for you.
You swallow it then point at him accusingly. "No more sharing. Eat your protein and get those gains, Potter"
"Potter!?" he takes a dramatic step back and puts his hand over his heart in offence, eyes blown wide and eyebrows scrunched "What happened to 'deer'?!"
"Eat your pancakes, Jamie" you roll your eyes, turning back to puur a new set into the frying pan for yourself
"That's more like it" he grins, placing a sticky kiss to your cheek and leaning back against the kitchen side.
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jamesmydeer · 5 months
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Hcs for James obsessing and babying the reader when she gets the littlest of cuts and bruises? Like he freaks out if he maybe accidentally shuts the door on her finger? Or when she bangs her foot on something?
this has been in my drafts since i was 17. i am now 21. are these even still popular y’all please give me reassurance. i missed it here sm
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- oh my this sweet boy
- he would constantly baby you
- but when you’re hurt? 10x more so
- and if HE was the one that hurt you? he treats you like an actual breakable object
- let’s say you’re reading in the common room one night before james is back from detention
- and he comes in and you’re so entranced in your book that you don’t even notice him
- he was expecting hugs and kisses when he came in
- so of course his ego gets bruised
- and it’s the stupid books fault
- so he grabs your book
- which gets your attention
- and that’s all he ever wants
- of course he’s not going to give you your book back if it makes you pay attention to him (duh)
- he holds it above his head, switches hands, pretends like he threw it, the whole nine yards
- you get a little too close to stealing it back, so he takes off upstairs
- and you take off after him
- but he doesn’t realize how close you are
- in order to buy him some time, he slams the door behind him
- right onto your finger
- you let out the loudest yelp
- because that shit hurted
- and it is easily the saddest thing james has ever heard
- he freezes at first
- he turns around so slowly
- because he still has hopes it wasn’t your voice
- but when he sees you clutching your hand with tears streaming down your face, he’s by your side in .2 seconds
- he hugs you so carefully it would be funny if this 6’ jock hadn’t just slammed your finger in a door
- repeats over and over again how sorry he is and how it was an accident
- forehead kiss after forehead kiss
- picks you up and carries you to the bed
- sets you down on his lap and pulls you close
- with the softest voice he can muster, he ask you “can i see it”
- he looks at it, and if your finger wasn’t throbbing in pain you would think he was the injured one
- he looks so sad
- he brings your hand to his lips and places gentle kisses on your finger
- it stops hurting after a few minutes, but james isn’t having it
- quidditch has him pretty used to getting his finger jammed, so he’s confident in playing doctor
- he carries you around as if you need your finger to walk
- refuses to let you pick anything up
- insists on getting you an ice pack that you do not need
- it melts on his bed and makes for a nice surprise when he lays down that night
- your pain goes away after like 10 minutes—james is sulking for the next 3 business days
- anytime someone asks why your finger is bruised he physically deflates
- because he did it :(
- and he feels so guilty when you just tell them you slammed it in a door
- because he did it :(((( how could he hurt you???
- he needs more comfort than you do honestly
- hold this sweet boy and tell him it’s okay
- and maybe watch your fingers around him
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