#james potter x black!reader | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

priniya · 1 year

Text

TILL FOREVER FALLS APART !

summary: when sirius said siblings are off limits, james never thought he would break that rule as his best friend was the only one to have siblings close to their age, but everything seems to change when the sister sirius swore to hate because of her cruelty has several detentions with him and she’s not as cruel as her brother described.

notes: james potter x black!reader. reader is a twin sister of regulus, kinda angsty at the end, hurt/comfort, sirius is kind of an ass. not proofread

PART 2! • taglist (click here to be added!)

you really thought that the detention with james potter would go easy. not a word would be shared, him not even looking at you as he probably know your relationship with his best friend, and then you two would have a week free from each other, but james potter seemed to be interested in you – or more likely, how did you end up in a detention.

he saw you as a perfect black, that’s how sirius would describe you, or your twin brother whenever someone brought up your name. and no matter how positive it sounds, he was always negative, never mentioning your childhood, and how attached you were to him.

the perfect black daughter, more ideal than narcissa or bellatrix, the one who would never obey her elders unlike sirius or andromeda, the one who would do whatever they say to please them.

well, it was partially true, you could give that to him. but you nor regulus weren’t like any other family members. you weren’t brave enough to stand up to your parents and survive the punishment with a smile on your lips like your brother did, you two were two afraid to do anything that could make orion or walburga mad.

but both of you were proud slytherins, with regulus being one of the best quidditch players of your house, and you impressively good at whatever you touched. you were plotting against your parents, the death-eathers and everyone that could get in the way of your plan. an escape plan, to runaway somewhere far like france or canada, while everyone thinks you died. nonetheless, sirius couldn’t know that – he barely spoke to any of you, which just worsened when you were invited to the deatheaters meeting at your house.

in his eyes, you were nothing but a piece of shit like rest of your family for being unable to runaway earlier, for having no one to runaway to, as the rumors about your enjoyment in dark magic spread at school with light speed. however, unlike sirius you had your twin, always ready to stand up for you and vice versa, always ready to fight anyone who says a bad thing about you.

sometimes you and regulus would sneak out of the house and wander around the crowded streets of london, thinking how would your life looked like if you weren’t wizards, if you weren’t born into a family with an obsession of blood status and keeping it pure.

what made you even more perfect in everyone’s eyes was that you looked exactly like a female version of regulus, or more accurately, he looked like a male version of you. wearing the same clothes when you didn’t have to wear robes, and it wasn’t like you planned it – you had a gut feeling to wear your expensive like hell, black coat, and so had he. you looked intimidating, walking next to your brother, evan rosier and other friends of yours with faces that seemed to never experience any emotions. like rocks, untouched by people’s words, stares and pointing fingers.

“how did you end up here?” your companion asked out of sudden, making you shift in your chair. you already finished cleaning the classroom but there was still more than an twenty minutes left, and you couldn’t just leave for whatever reasons. “didn’t expect to see the perfect black sister having time to bother herself with things like detentions.”

“and why does it interest you, potter?” a sigh slipped from between your lips as you rest your chin on the left hand. “so my brother can have more reasons to despise me, because as i presume, you’ll tell him.” you didn’t even let him have a glimpse of your mimic as he could only see your back.

“oh, miss black, who do you think i am?” you heard him get closer, and take a seat by your side, probably briefly looking at the book you’d read. he could swore to merlin, he thought it’d be a book containing black magic spells you would cast if flinch didn’t confiscate your wands. but it was far from dark margic. “i’m just curious, have heard a lot of… things about you and wanted to check myself.”

you fixed your black hair before quickly considering if you should tell him the real reason or the made up one you’d told evan and pandora. “hmm, what would i get from telling you?” you leaned closer to him, revealing your face. it was one of your first encounters with james potter, and hell, you know it wouldn’t be the last one, since there were at least four next weeks of detention together.

“we could figure something out, y’know.” he shrugged, scanning every inch of your flawless skin, starting at your eyebrows and eyes, through lips to chin. you were gorgeous, and james couldn’t blame the first years that sometimes followed you like a lost puppy around the castle, trying to gain your attention or the girls having their lesbians awakening while watching slytherin’s practice with you as a substitute for your brother. every comment he had heard about your immaculate beauty was so real, that he could swore he would develop a crush on you in other circumstances. “just tell me.”

“i stood in my brother’s defense, the one you know better.” you replied, averting your look back to the book you were reading, not really bothering yourself to catch a glimpse of james’ parted mouth as he realized the sense of your words. “any more questions or can i finally focus on my book?”

“why did you- how did you-?”

“as much as some people tries to say, i do care about my family members’ well-beings, even though they refuse to talk to me or my twin.” you let out a little too harsh than you planned. “and no one will say anything bad about my brother unless it’s me or regulus.” you didn’t even wait for his reponse, leaving the classroom as soon as the clock hit nine in the evening.

you could say everything, yet you decided to reveal part of the thing that happened. and you knew that james would, most likely, tell your brother how you tried to gain his attention by making up a story. what you didn’t tell him was the part where you broke lucius malfoy’s nose, completely forgetting how much influence had his father on yours, and how mad they would be.

the next detention went… smoother. james didn’t bother you with questions about elaborating on the reason of your punishment, however it wouldn’t be james potter if he stayed quiet. especially when you didn’t have to clean the classroom again, just sit in silence while mcgonagall watched over you, but unfortunately (for you) she had to leave.

“miss black, didn’t expect you here.” a chuckle left his mouth, sitting himself in front of you, taking in your gorgeous face. “any kid’s dreams of dating you crashed last week?” for a moment, a millisecond, he could see a shadow of smile on your lips, and james potter felt like he already accomplished his mission for today.

“how did you guess?” you rolled your eyes in a playful manner, allowing yourself to look at the boy in front of you. his dark curls fell onto his forehead, and you could swear if it wasn’t for his glasses that somehow kept them out of his eyes’ way, he wouldn’t see a thing.

and you couldn’t know that, but james potter wouldn’t let himself miss such an opportunity to just stare at you for at least few minutes. it was strange, he never wanted to just look at a girl, who wasn’t lily evans and interested in him at the same time. though somehow, you were living free in his mind, making the boy catch himself on staring at you during meals.

“pulled out some prank on snape lately?” you added before he replied, a hand put under your chin as you leaned over the table, watching his every move. his eyes lit up immediately on your visible interest in whatever he had done during the previous week. “not a fan of snape?” james questioned, his eyebrow higher than usually.

“please.” you rolled your eyes again. “is there anyone who’s a fan of snape besides your girlfriend?” you let yourself smile at him for a brief moment, before shifting in your chair.

“evans s’not my girlfriend.” his replied shocked you, you could’ve sworn to yourself you saw them snogging somewhere. not that you cared with whom james was making out. you didn’t care, at all. “rumor has it, you two hook up a lot.”

“i’d throw up over him rather than do anything that involves physical touch. he disgusts me.” you knitted your eyebrows together at the so-called rumor, you already heard from sirius on christmas.

“why? because he’s a half-blood?” the gryffindor seeker blurted out before thinking, causing you to back out from the conversation, a strange feeling of pain raising in your heart. it was something he would regret saying later at night, processing every inch of your talk, realizing that everyone thought you were a pure-blood supremacist, and probably it wasn’t the best thing he could say to you.

“because he’s a misogynistic piece of shit, potter. snape could be a highly born pure-blood wizard, the best one out there, but if he says things like this about your little girlfriend when she’s not there or any female in general, he’s a piece of shit like any of his friends.” your words came out harshly, but you felt disrespected by someone who tried talking to you first.

the rest of the detention you spent in silence while james was explaining something that involved brooms and words snivellus, regret, and some other things you didn’t pay attention to, too busy counting minutes to the end of that cruel meeting.

however, the third and fourth were much more… pleasing, you could say. the boy pulled an expression like if he actually wanted to get to know you on his own and found out what made you silent a week earlier. it almost felt like it was planned, mcgonagall’s presence needed somewhere else, and a bunch of sweets you adored, snatched from the kitchen in a little bag in his hand.

“sorry. for the last time, i said some stupid shit that didn’t mean to come out like that.” he confessed, genuine in his voice was so clear that you couldn’t held back a smile, forming on your lips upon seeing his gesture. “don’t say shit like i didn’t have to. i did. i wanted to apologize, and get to know you.”

“hmm, apologise accepted.” you spoke out softly, offering him a bar of chocolate. “but, mister potter, why do you want to get to know me so bad? thought other people know everything better than me.”

he shifted in his position, getting closer to you, a mischievous smirk spread over his lips. “y’know, miss black, you’re an interesting person, and i can’t get you out of my head, so i had to do something about it.”

the upsides of your immaculate skin was that it tended to get red-ish rapidly, and that comment of his with the flirtatious tone made you burning red. without any shield to cover your face, you broke the eye contact with the gryffindor, and smiled involuntarily, feeding up his ego.

however, it didn’t took you long to look him in the eyes again, continuing the conversation with a smug smile that matched his. “what would you like to know, ask and i’ll answer.”

you awaited questions like how is it to be a death eather, or have you ever thought of killing someone for your parents’ sake, or anything that would make you cringe inside. although, he firstly asked you questions people never remember the answers to — what’s your favorite colour, muggle movie, a book you could recommend him to read in a free time.

“james potter likes contemporary romances?” you laughed, shaking your head at the answer to the last question he gave you. there was no imagine in your head of james potter, the great seeker of gryffindor, reading a contemporary romance book with eagerness and passion. “i’ll like whatever you recommend me, pretty girl.”

“hmm” you dragged out the words, searching for something in your bag. an exclusive, limited edition costing thousands of muggle’s money, of your favorite book – the pride and prejudice by jane austen. there was a brief moment of hesitation, was he just playing around and you would never get it back, or does he really wanna read it? there was something in his eyes that made you trust him prior to handing him the book. “it’s my favorite one.”

“you like classics?” you nodded.

james felt a weird, tingling feeling in his stomach as you clarified it was your favorite one, and now he had it in his hands. he recognized the muggle author, because his mom read a lot of muggle classics and romance in her freetime. it was bizarre to learn you liked muggle book, hardly ever mentioning a wizard one.

for the rest of the third detention you just… talked, ending up with being walked by him to the basement, so the disscusion you had wouldn’t be cut off so suddenly. the fourth one was even better, the best of them as there was no awkwardness between you two, despite the closeness of your bodies. he sat next to you, your arm and leg touching his whenever he leaned closer.

this time, you were the one talking — infuriated by some guys from ravenclaw that had catcalled you a few times on your way to the detention and one had tried to touch you, thinking it was okay to touch anyone without their consent. they were seniors, finishing school in june when you were a fifth-year, frightened by the vision of writing owls in may.

james just nodded his head, not daring to interrupt you even once, maybe in fear of getting hit by your hands that couldn’t stop moving ever since you started your monologue. he just chimmed in a few times saying true and yes, but he was focused on how your eyes flickered with annoyance and anger, making you even prettier.

“are you even listening to me, james?” the way you empathized his name made his stomach do a flip, a whole acrobatic performance. it was one of the first times, or even the first, when you referred to him as james, not potter, not mister potter or anything you’d called him before, james. “yeah, yes, sorry. assholes from ravenclaw, right?”

he walked you to the entrance of slyherin common room for the last time as it was your last detention together for a while, and you smiled at him warmly before disappearing behind the doors. the first thing you saw after stepping into the room was your brother’s interested smile.

“potter walking you here? someone got a crush.” he laughed, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you climbed the stairs up to his dormitory. “sirius would probably kill him if it was true, my dearest little brother.” you replied walking into the room of your brother and his few friends.

“sirius would kill who?” rosier walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waistline, winking at you with a flirtatious smirk. “quit it, evan. she’s my sister.” regulus was faster to reply.

you plopped on evan’s bed as it was the only free one and sighed. “reg thinks a certain gryffindor has a crush on me because he walked me here.”

“twice.”

“okay, yeah. james walked me twice and regulus thinks he has a crush on me for simply being nice, after literally interviewing me.” you mumbled, crossing arms on your chest. “there’s nothing to discuss here, he’s a gryffindor, a potter, it’s just inherited kindness.”

“and why are you so involved in figuring it out, sister?” your brother asked with a smug smile, his eyebrows high up as he thought he found out about your great secret. “do you reciprocate his little crush on you, huh?”

“shut up, asshole.” you rolled your eyes, throwing one of evan’s additional pillows at him. “do i look like a 5’4 ginger with a gryffindor’s scarf hung around my neck?”

“please, if i’ll see you one day in a fucking gryffindor robe, i don’t know who i am going to kill first, your future boyfriend or you for cheating on me, pretty girl.” evan sat beside you, almost immediately throwing his hand over your shoulder, pulling you closer to his still wet-ish chest.

you laughed, making yourself comfortable. unfortunately for regulus (who always wanted to kill any of his friends that tried to hit up on you), you enjoyed your flirtatious relationship with evan. “you think really highly of yourself, mr. rosier, took my first proper make-out and you think you decides on which robes i wear?” you shot back, biting back a playful grin appearing on your face.

“you know what i mean, sweetheart.” prior to regulus gag, you sent your friend a kiss and he pretended to catch it and hide in the depths of his heart. “of course, lovely.”

“please, get the fuck out if you want to be all couple-y here with each other.” andrew, another friend of your brother, groaned with fake annoyance as you sent evan another kiss. “what, andy? you jealous or something?” your friend laughed in an answer.

the next time you saw james was when a guy that tried to harass you, walked into the great hall with ugly, red hair and a robe with a large, inscription above his head “i harassed a younger girl.” he sat at the table across the hall, a mischievous grin spreading over his lips as you were the only person his eyes had focused on.

fifteen minutes later, you met him under the willow tree, a smug rosing on his face when you caught his glance. “miss black!” he called out, waving at you. “did you like what i did? especially for you.”

“it was… funny, you know.” you chuckled, taking a seat next to him as you had around twenty minutes left before anyone that could suspect basically anything would walk out of the castle. “i can give you that.” you mumbled, closing your eyes when your head touched the rough tree limb.

“sooo, you should go out with me as a favor, pretty girl.” he sent you a charming smile that would make your legs weak if you weren’t sitting next to him. “maybe on sunday, watchu think?”

you wanted to disagree, say no to him and explain yourself that your older brother, his best friend at the same time, wouldn’t be fond of this idea, though he looked at you with those alluring, brown eyes of his, and you couldn’t deny. “fine. sunday, it is.”

and that’s how you two began to go out, sneaking around and lying to your brothers that nothing really went on with the two of you. nevertheless, sirius was completely unaware of your little dates as anything had barely changed — james still talking about lily with a picture of you in his mind, and you… still didn’t talk to him. whatsoever, regulus knew about everything by connecting the dots and following the clues you left him unwillingly.

“i’ll kill him, hope you know that.” he spoke out suddenly, when you tried to get to your classroom in time, especially because it was potions and slughorn never tolerated lateness. never if you weren’t his favorite students that he collected like gems, giving them privileges and other additions that were probably against school rules. “huh?”

“potter.” you froze in your tracks for a minute. “if he ever lays a hand on you like our father did on our mother or do anything that upsets you, he’s dead.” a warm smile was painted on your brother’s mouth as he cocked his head to the side.

“what? don’t look at me like that. i’m not dumb as others to not notice the smiles he sends you from across the hall or how you disappear to hang out with julie, when she’s alone in the common room.” he exclaimed, a few laughs left his mouth, when you still frozen, looked at him with horror in the eyes. “i’m happy for you, chill, ugly face.”

“you’re not mad? fuming? furious?” you asked, voice somehow still low when you entered the classroom. “will you try to name all the synonyms for mad? and i’m not, y/n. i’ll leave that for the other brother you have.”

you gave him a quick side hug, before occupying yourself with anything that the teacher said, scolding you for being late, again. however, all you had on your mind was the date, your soon-to-be-boyfriend took you on.

it was the date, you’d say… a surprise one, and with james, they were on the normal basis. he would somehow let you know that there are places you need to be at night and a guide on which type of clothes should you wear (and a few notes saying how good you look during the day). then, he usually awaits you beside the enterance to your common room under the invisibility cloak, waiting to finally be able to kiss you. three nights ago, you two ended up in the pub, drank a few butter beers and met a few people that sixteen and fifteen years old probably shouldn’t met at night, they acted nice though.

however the night when everything went downhilld was the night you were supposed to spend in the library, studying to the upcoming owls that stressed the living shit out of you since the beginning of school year. a cup of coffee standing beside the books to transmutation, your biggest nightmare, dark red stains adding a little life to the white cup that was emptying with every other moment.

you were about to get another sip of the sweet liquid you’d prepared earlier, when it was snatched from your hand while someone planted a sweet kiss on your lips. “hey, love.” his voice so soft, and delicate you almost passed out from the tingling, warm feeling in your abdomen.

love, love, love. you would let someone kill you to hear it one more time.

“jamie, hi.” you tilted your head to the side, smiling at the boy warmly. “that’s the first time i see you in the library, something happened?” he shook his head with the prettiest smile you’ve ever seen.

james was the only person along regulus that you had never minded having any form of physical touch, as you grew up with the minimum you sometimes got as a reward. with all the other boys that tried to get somewhere near you at the parties it was just weird, having their arms thrown around various parts of your body had never failed to make you uncomfortable, even with evan you couldn’t be fully okay.

but james… you craved it to function like a normal human being. his touch was like oxygen, the feeling of his hands on your waist, hips, hands was… enchanting, making you want to live again. it was like if you were in a romance book, having the full epic, first sight, soulmates love with a twist (your brother’s hatred towards you). was it love? you couldn’t say yet.

“just wanted to spend some time with ya, y’know?” his hand flew to his curls, ruffling it as he lowered his eyes, focusing himself on the books in front of you. “transmutation? the old hag loves me, you could’ve said something.”

“i tried to figure it out on my own, but i barely moved from the starting point…” you let out a low groan, hiding your head in your hands, exhausted. “didn’t want to be a bother, you know.”

“love, i got outstanding from my transmutation owls, it’s like an easy revision for me.” he planted a kiss on her check, before leaning closer and stealing another sip of her coffee. “i’ll get us something to eat and you’ll be first in your classes”

“mkayy, thank you, jamie.”

well. there wasn’t much of studying, if you were honest. when the lights went finally out, your boyfriend put the invisibility cloak on top of you, so ms. prince wouldn’t catch you past the curfew. the minute she closed the library’s door, you felt potter’s lips crashing into yours, one of his hands pulling off fabric of the cloak.

he sat you down on the table, tossing the books aside. his hand gripping your thigh firmly, after sliding it underneath the fabric of your skirt. you could feel the burning marks his touch left on your skin, heated kisses tracing down your neck with hickies almost all over it.

you would probably keep going if it wasn’t for someone that dropped whatever they had in their hands upon seeing you two. before you could notice any characteristics of the person you heard james let out a mumble “oh fuck”.

and then you saw your brother’s face.

oh fuck indeed.

he stormed to you and before james could even react, he was hit by the shoulder of sirius whose eyes were still on your face. “stay the fuck away from my brother.” the way he empathized the word brother made you feel like someone just stabbed you in the back repeatedly. with the moment these words left his mouth, your whole expression changed to the emotionless and blank, the one you gave everyone but your friends.

“sirius…” your boyfriend sighed, his hand, the one that had a grip on your thigh, was now on the oldest boy’s shoulder. “don’t. this is between me and her.”

“stop messing with my friends’ heads. you don’t deserve to be near them, none of them is a fucking deatheather like you or the other one, none of them will ever be, because unlike you two, they’re good.” he spat, eyes burning with fury. “i don’t care how many of your charming smile you had to give him to take the amortentia from you, but it’ll end, sooner or later.”

“you don’t even know me, sirius.” you stated, your tone still and awfully cold as you got off the table and stood in front of your brother. “don’t act like you do, brother.”

“don’t call me that.” he replied, taking your wrist in his hand. “i don’t fucking care that we grew up together, that we share our last names. we’re not siblings since you and regulus joined his forces. so stay the fuck away from james, he doesn’t even love you, the only thing he talks 'bout is evans.”

“does he, really?” you cocked your head to the side, not letting his words influence you, not here. “you know, maybe your so-called brother wouldn’t have to lie to you if you weren’t so obsessed with hatred you have towards me and regulus. maybe he could tell you that he was the one who started bugging the shit out of me, maybe he could tell you how did we even meet.”

you could see sirius flinch, averting his gaze to potter, who tried to get in between you for a moment now. “don’t tell me it’s true, prongs, after what she did to me?”

“what i did to you? you were the one who left, brother, you’re the one who cut us off the second we were sorted to slytherin, you runaway and you’re mad, because i and reg were fucking kids who wanted to survive.” your voice broke, nevertheless, it didn’t stop you. “you didn’t even try to do something, save us, yet both of us were so fucking stupid defending you whenever someone brought you up. i broke lucius’ nose when he talked shit about you, but fucking evans is closer to being your sister than me, i’m so sick of it.” you couldn’t hold up your coldness, and calmness and you broke down within the end of the sentence, mascara smudged all over your cheeks as you cried while running out of the room.

you didn’t expect james to run down after you — you thought he’d stay with his friend, becuase there weren’t anyone you thought would run after you (excluding regulus, because he would jump into the flames with you). so when your boyfriend barged into the moaning myrtle’s bathroom you were shocked.

“baby…” he spoke out quietly, pulling you into a hug, gentle but tight. you didn’t even look at him, just cried your eyes out while breaking his heart by saying how tired you are of everything, and how you wanted sirius to be your brother again. a few kisses were planted on your hair as he tried to calm you down.

“jamie, please don’t leave me now.” you pulled away to look at him, eyes already red and swollen from tears. you weren’t used to show how vulnerable you were, and a thought of your boyfriend leaving you, because of it was so realistic in your head.

“what? why would i?” he knitted his eyebrows. “y/n, i love you and i know that deeply inside you care about what sirius think of you, but you have nothing to be sorry about, okay? with that said, i won’t leave you, never, okay?” you nodded lightly, resting your head on his shoulder.

“i love you too.” you whispered. “at least we don’t have to hide anymore, right?” a small smile painted on your lips upon your words.

“it’s us against the world right now, love.”

4K notes · View notes

jimblejamblewritings · 1 year

Text

the fake date plot | part 1.

Summary: Gryffindors, seventh years, classmates, unrequited love. Just a few things Y/N and James Potter had in common. When a brilliantly dumb plan is hatched the two end up getting something a little different than what they wanted.

Author's Note: Hello! Yes, I'm here with a wip before finishing my other stuff. The James girlies have led me down a rabbit hole and some of the cutest stories are in the James tag. So before you read this, please read: If I Kiss You, I'm Sorry by @astonishment which is what inspired this fic.

Warnings for the Series: literally none that I can think of this is supposed to be just good fluffy fun

Pairing: James Potter x reader

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N II: I literally use whatever gif comes up when I type in 'James Potter' but imagine your own fancasts and I might switch up every now and then

Series Masterlist

“Prongs, there’s some owl at the window,” Remus said as he exited the kitchen.

James lifted his head, trying not to disturb Peter who was using his chest as a headboard while he tried to solve the Rubik’s Cube Remus had bought him for his birthday. It was summer and naturally, as someone going into his last year of school when break ended, James threw a party at his house.

His parents were going to be on business trips most of the summer. The party was a major success. Only the marauders, Lily, Marlene, Dorcas, and Mary were still there. They had all planned on staying, already having their trunks there. School was in two days.

James hopped up from where he was on the floor, cleaning the smudge of his glasses. “Oh, that must be Elton.”

“Elton?” Peter asked.

“Y/N’s bird. She really likes Elton John’s music. He’s some muggle singer. Moony knows, the Crocodile Rock dude.”

James left the rest of his friends in the living room to ask how he even knew you while he got your letter. He dug around the fridge to give Elton two blackberries as a thank you. James opened your letter in the kitchen before going back to his friends, in case your letter had confidential information in it.

He hid the smirk on his face behind the letter when he saw his friends’ expressions. They totally bought it and they would buy it even more when he saw you on the Hogwarts Express in two days. You and James came up with the best fake date plot known to man last school year:

It was the Yule Ball. Hogwarts kept the name even though you didn’t have Triwizard Tournaments every year. The students like that. It was always fun to go to a ball. It was also nerve wracking. Everyone was trying to get a date or they’d risk being talked about for a century. James was failing at asking Lily out and you were failing at avoiding a few boys that wanted to ask you out. None of them were the guy you wanted to ask you out.

Even when you got to the ball, boys were still trying to ask you to dance. You grabbed a cup of punch and excused yourself. You walked further away from the Great Hall and to a small corridor. A dark figure made you stop for a moment before continuing on your path. A sniffle made you stop completely.

“Are you okay?”

James jumped. Wiping at his eyes, he looked over at you. James stuttered through lies before giving up and turning the other way to lean his back against the windowsill. He took a sip of the drink he had in his hand and looked over at you.

“She can't even spare a dance with me. I thought everything was going well this year.”

You gave a dry laugh. “I totally know the feeling.”

James raised an eyebrow. He patted the space next to him and went to join him at the windowsill. The two of you clinked glasses and downed the rest of your drinks. James disappeared the cups.

“So which bloke did you want to dance with?”

“Oh, I don’t really think that’s important.”

“Nope, Y/N. It is totally important. I’ve poured my heart out to you, it’s just not right to be the only one.”

“Fine. Xenophilius… Don’t laugh.”

“I’m not laughing. Him? Really?”

“I know he’s snogged a lot of people but h—”

“Love, he’s shagged nearly all of Ravenclaw. The only long term relationship he’s ever been in was Pandora.”

“But they lasted all of fifth year plus the Ministry added eighth year so there’s still time to see him a lot.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me about eighth year.”

The Ministry was very concerned with the amount of Hogwarts graduates getting married and having children right after leaving school. Especially when a good chunk of them died either fighting for Voldemort or against Voldemort. Adding an extra school year was a way to try and quell that phenomenon. As someone so close to graduating, you hated it at first. It became only a minor annoyance when you realized the Ministry probably wouldn’t be changing their minds until Voldemort was defeated.

James shrugged his shoulders. “So what’s your plan exactly? Pine after Xeno all of next year and then when eighth year comes around hope he stops hooking up in Gryffindor locker rooms long enough to realize you’re perfect for him?”

“He hooks up in Gryffindor locker rooms?” you asked with slightly widened eyes.

“Unfortunately. Our rooms are closest to the pitch, easier to sneak in and out during games.”

“Do you really think I’m perfect for him?”

“Y/N,” James said with a roll of his eyes. “I haven’t sat next to you in Potions every class since first year to not know that if Xeno took just a week off from trying to fuck everything with a pulse he’d know you are one of the nicest and cutest girls he’s ever going to get. You’re wicked smart too which is up his alley… I still don’t understand how he still gets the grades he does.”

“Thanks, James. For what it’s worth, I think Lily is missing out on a very observant and handsome and sweet guy even if your pranks go a little too far sometimes.”

“Well, we only save those for people that like to pick on those smaller than them.”

“I know.”

“Do you feel like going back to the ball? Because I don’t.”

“Not really.”

James held out his arm. “Shall we make our way to Gryffindor, my lady.”

“We shall, good sir.”

You and James skipped through the halls until you made it back to Gryffindor tower. You ended up following him up to his dorm which you had never seen before. Despite being assigned class partners since you two were eleven, you weren’t exactly friends with James Potter. Just acquaintances was what you were.

The marauders’ dorm was nice. The first thing you noticed was the fact that they reconfigured their beds. Almost every bed was laying horizontal and flush against the wall, like a bed turned couch. And the wardrobes were also flush against the wall either at the head or foot of the beds, whichever allowed all the beds to see each other. You’d have to proposition your roommates about doing that. It made the space so much wider and seemed to give everyone a personal area.

James led you to his bed area with a blue rug in front of it. You took off your shoes and set them neatly next to his, noting how he was very organized about his shoes being lined up underneath the bed. James moved to the wardrobe at the foot of his bed. His hand dug through the shelves for his pajamas.

“Do you want something to change into?”

You took some of his clothes with a thanks and went into the bathroom to wash and get changed. You and James were going to open the firewhiskey in Sirius’ trunk and vent to each other while getting progressively drunker. James started to make himself a little cot on the floor while you took a shower. Something told him that you two would probably stay up late and potentially fall asleep. He already decided that you were getting the bed.

You laid down on the bed and ate some fizzing whizbees while waiting for James to finish showering. You shot up when James practically broke his own door. His hair was still wet and his clothes looked very disheveled on him.

“I have a plan so dumb it might work on luck alone,” he said as he shook your shoulders.

“I’m listening.”

“Go out with me.”

You laughed. “James, are you already drunk?”

“Just a bit tipsy. But listen to me. You want Xenophilius, I want Lily but neither of them seem to really notice us. So let’s make them notice.”

“You want to make them jealous?”

“Well, I don’t know if they’ll be jealous but I want to make them feel something. Don’t you think they would at least be curious about why we suddenly stopped pinning over them? They’d at least talk to us more, I just know it.”

“Okay, one problem. You scream through the corridors about how much you love Lily. I think only my friends know that I like him and one of those friends is Lily.”

“You two are friends?”

“Well, we’re roommates, one of the few Gryffindor dorms with five girls. I’m really just friends with Dorcas and Alice when she’s not holed up in Hufflepuff.”

“I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but you’re gonna have to do something embarrassing.”

And that was how you found yourself waiting outside Ravenclaw’s locker room before the big quidditch match on the last day of first semester. If anyone talks, it’s going to be quidditch players. They chuckled a bit while you waited for Xenophilius to come outside, some even going back in to tell him that you were there.

He finally left the dressing room after what seemed like forever and stood right in front of you. Reluctantly, you gave him a small gift and wished him luck before scurrying to find your roommates in the stands. You didn’t think it would take very long for the gossip to spread. What you didn’t expect was for you to get the label of a lovesick puppy. That was worse than what they called James. You told him such over winter break.

The two of you were at his house for the entirety of the break, teaching each other all about yourselves and finishing the plot. You two wouldn’t start fake-dating until the start of seventh year, on the Hogwarts Express to be exact… with James doing a big gesture that was entirely his idea. He was super invested in making it believable. If it wasn’t believable then there was no point.

James handed over your letter to Peter who was still next to him. “Y/N says hi and she’s sorry she couldn’t make it to the party.”

“Since when were you talking to our roommate?” Marlene asked.

“Since I’ve sat next to her everyday in Potions and Transfiguration since we were first years.”

“You’ve been assigned that long?”

“Yeah,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “Minnie and Slughorn never switched us. I should probably write something back to her.”

The only thing in James’ letter was that he thinks the plan might work. Everyone perked up at the notion of you two being secret friends so maybe fake-dating would work after all. You threw the letter into your trunk and headed to Platform 9 and ¾. You went to find Alice who would hopefully be alone or with her other Hufflepuff friends.

That was what James wanted anyway. He came in about halfway through the train ride when you were in the middle of talking with your friends. James sheepishly held up a sweater and tapped on the window. Alice nodded for him to come in. The girl was shocked when he immediately turned to you.

“Bug?”

“Yes, Prongs?”

“Do you remember last year when you said you sew? Do you think you can mend this?”

“It’s not even autumn yet. Why do you need the jumper now?”

“I just thought I’d forget unless I said it right at this moment.”

You rolled your eyes but looked for a sewing kit in your trunk. Setting it on the bench, you grabbed the sweater and gently pushed him out of the room.

“Why am I friends with you?”

“Because you love me.”

“Goodbye, James Potter.”

“Bye, Bug. Thank you.”

You sat back down and dug through your sewing kit before muttering that you didn’t have navy blue thread and would try to find some. You had already known that you didn’t have the correct color thread. But a certain Ravenclaw probably did. Your hand shook a bit as you closed the door to your compartment:

“What are Xeno’s hobbies?” James asked when you two took a break to hang out at the pool in his backyard when you arrived early in the summer.

“I don’t know.”

“That’s a load of bull. I know Lily’s favorite gemstone is carnelian because it matches her hair. So what’s one of the man's hobbies?”

“He likes to sew.”

“Oh this is brilliant.”

You knocked on the door of the train compartment that Xenophilius, his friends, and the new girl he was with for the start of school. He and his friends smiled at seeing you and let you in. You held up the sweater.

“Do any of you have navy blue thread? I’m trying to mend a jumper.”

Xeno summoned the spool of thread from out of his trunk. He held it up in his hand until you came in to receive it. His hold lingered on yours.

“You like to sew?”

You shrugged. “It’s more of a hobby. I’ve only ever done stuff for myself until now.”

“Is that for your mum? My first gift to someone else was for my parents.”

“No, James Potter. The idiot can’t mend a simple hole in a sweater. Thank you for the thread, I’ll return it before dinner.”

You smiled a little as you walked back to your compartment. Xenophilius’ smile had twitched a bit when you mentioned James’ name. Maybe his plan might work. Your friends had clearly been gossiping about you when you were gone. There was no doubt that the Ravenclaws were gossiping about you when you left. And because James insisted that you give him his sweater once everyone got into the Great Hall, you were sure other people were bound to gossip.

James ignored the other marauders when they got back to their dorms. He’d tell his friends the truth eventually but it was necessary they also believe the lie for at least a month or two. You and him were supposed to be close friends for the first month. If Lily or Xenophilius didn’t make a move from that alone then you would start fake-dating. It was a foolproof idea really.

(part 2)

PERMANENT TAGLIST:

@venomsvl @peaches-n-sunscreen @summerellaz @supernaturallover2002 @sambucky8 @9daykrisr @thebitchinleo @23victoria @scarlets-widow @pagetpagetpagetpaget @lovexnatasha @awesomebooklover17 @1234-angelika @imatrisk @blackreaderatrisk @princess-jules47 @alexloveskili @a-marie-a @siriuslysirius1107 @i-have-no-life-charlie

#james potter x reader #james potter x black!reader #hogwarts #james potter x reader fic #james potter x y/n #james potter x you #james potter fic #marauders imagines #marauders fic #marauders era #james potter fluff #marauders fluff

494 notes · View notes

ellieclaireblack · 2 months

Text

sanctuaire | sanctuary

sanctuary | noun your safe and peaceful haven a comforting place of refuge and rest in a noisy, chaotic world

{brother's best friend | fem!reader x james potter} ⪼ warnings: mentions of abuse, eating disorder, mentions of suicide ⪼ word count: 2k

part four: troubles playlist

story: sanctuaire | sanctuary

“y/n” My mother spoke to me. I had to suppress a shudder trying to rock my body. Her stone cold voice made the hair on my skin stand up. My poster got a little straighter, though that was hardly possible anymore.

Regulus was standing beside me, we were home and Maman looked as displeased and frightening as always.

“Yes, Maman.” I answered her. Putting on my best blood supremacist voice. Careful to not smile or frown. Neither were accepted by her. As a Black you had to look flawless and superior to everybody all the time. Making sure everyone knew your status.

“Come and let me inspect you.” My mothers voice tore through the otherwise silent house. My Papa is nowhere to be seen or heard. He was probably in his office. Not wanting to disrupt mother welcoming us. Beside my siblings he was always an alliance in the house. Though a silent one. Only helping when mother didn’t notice. I knew that even though he meant well it was toxic. He was the man of the house, he was Lord Black and still didn’t dare to stand up to his wife. If angered you didn’t want to cross paths with Lady Walburga Black.

Her cold fingers raked my body and I tried hard to stand as still as possible. Letting my mind wander to think about Sirius, about happiness. Anything but my reality. “Regulus Arcturus you are dismissed for now. y/n and I will try on her ballgown.” A pained expression flicked over Reggies face, but was gone by the blink of an eye.

My mother flicked her finger motioning me to follow her and I obliged. My dark green dress lay on my bed and with the help of my personal house elf Amélie I put it on. My whole world shattered when Amélie whispered a quiet “I’m so sorry Mistress”. Before I could even register what was happening my mother stood before me.

“y/n it looks like you’ve gained some weight. What are we going to do about that? You need to fit in your dress.” Before I could react she pulled her wand, shouted ‘Crucio’ and I screamed. Loudly. The name of my brothers. Anything. I was trying to fight the spell but had no chance.

“y/n. y/n. Come on, wake up!”

Suddenly I was even colder than before and my eyes shot open. A pitcher of cold water had been dumped over my body. It was all just a dream. I was in the infirmary and both of my brothers looked at me. The same scared expressions mirroring their faces.

“I’m sorry. Did I bother anyone? Oh Merlin, did anyone besides the two of you hear?” It was then that I noticed James and Remus standing behind Sirius. How embarrassing.

“y/n, you can’t be for fucking real. I thought you were dying and you’re worried that anybody heard you. I haven’t been that scared for a long time.” Sirius raised his voice slightly, I winced remembering our mother shouting at me. He looked at me with a painful expression and took one of my hands in his. “Do you want to talk?” He nearly whispered now. I shook my head but didn’t let go of his hand. Regulus took my other hand and James and Remus looked visibly uncomfortable. Not wanting to disrupt our sibling bonding moment. With a nod and some wandless magic I let some chairs appear and the both of them broke out in a grin sitting down in a split second.

Sirius was sitting on Regulus’ bed and me still in my chair, in the same position I fell asleep in. I only now noticed how my whole body hurts. Sleeping in a chair does that to you.

Suddenly the doors to the infirmary were pushed open and three familiar faces ran inside. Florence, Theo and Adam were sprinting towards me. Relieve filling them as they spotted me. “By Merlin's balls, y/n don’t ever just leave without telling me where you’re going. For a second I thought you jumped off the Astronomy tower, since you left this there.” Florence held up the letter from my mother.

“She wouldn’t die in winter.” Sirius and Regulus said at the same time as I said “I wouldn’t kill myself, it’s winter.” And the three of us broke out in laughter, even though it’s not something regular people would laugh about. We Blacks were a bit strange about sensitive topics. Our friends had puzzled expressions on their faces and looked like we were completely insane.

“You wouldn’t get it, Prongs.” Sirius told James who just opened his mouth, so he closed it again. Reminding me of a fish and sending me in another fit of giggles. When I calmed down I was reminded of the seriousness of the situation.

The doors opened and Madam Pomfrey walked in. I took a deep breath and put on my ‘Black face’ again. A face of coldness and superiority. I loved Poppy Pomfrey, but I wouldn’t let a teacher see me vulnerable. Madam Pomfrey was shocked to see so many students in the infirmary at the crack of dawn.

“Everybody who isn’t the young Mister Black out now!” She ordered. I shot Reggie a small smile, squeezed his hand and all of us left the infirmary. While Poppy Pomfrey was the nicest human in the whole wide world, you didn’t want to get on their bad side. Remus stayed back for a second to pass a few words with her, she had a soft spot for him. I knew about Remus’ condition. When Remus was sick after two full moons in a row I had gotten suspicious.

The first few months of first year had been hard on me. I had never spent so much time apart from Sirius and when I wanted to talk to him he was always with stupid James Potter. The first three years at Hogwarts I had resented James with all my heart. But he was hard to hate, after three years he weasled himself into my heart and now I was proud to call him my friend. Still in first year we couldn’t quite get along. That’s why Sirius didn’t talk to me as much anymore. I didn’t like his new best friend and he hated it.

I found myself spending lots of time in the Astronomy Tower. A side effect of that being always aware of the moon cycle. When I noticed Remus getting sicker towards the full moon and looking horrible a few days after. I spent a whole day researching in the library and finally got to the conclusion that he was a werewolf. I didn’t tell anyone of course. While I resented Sirius some days I couldn’t do that to his friend. So on the third full moon I faked an injury so I could spend the night in the infirmary. I heard Remus talking to Madam Pomfrey, heard her fussing over him and when the word wolf fell I knew I was right.

“Hey y/n what’re you thinking about?” Theo bumped his hip into mine and snapped me out of my thoughts. He knew the troubles of growing up with strict pureblood parents, nearly every child of the Sacred 28 knew how hard it was. Some were better than mine, but all Pureblood supremacist parents were a handful to deal with.

“My mother.” I answered with a half lie. I couldn’t tell my Slytherin friends about Remus. Theo and I shared a look of deep understanding. His mother was quite sweet, but his father was bloodcurdling. My Slytherin friends knew that about the relationship I had with my parents. They didn’t know about the torture and abuse. I made sure to hide it from them, since even though I trusted them I wouldn’t want their parents and the whole pureblood world to find out. My mother would explode.

──────────────── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ⋆ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ──────────────────

The Great Hall was filled with chatter and I plopped down besides Flo. My thoughts on my family. Regulus, who was still in the infirmary. My mother, who cared more about my looks than my health. My father, who never showed up at the right time. Sirius, who was sitting a few tables away, yet seemed unreachable sometimes.

I pushed the food on my plate around and took some bites, but my stomach and mind were at war. I constantly heard my mothers voice inside my head. Do you really want to eat that? And even though she wasn’t here I could feel her sitting next to me constantly, judging my every move.

I glanced over to the Gryffindor table. My brother and his friends were all deep in conversation. James was trying to woo Lily Evans again. Remus and Sirius looked so deep into each other's eyes, it seemed they didn’t notice anybody else. Pete was talking to Mary and Alice and they all had smiles on their faces. Their happiness radiating off and bouncing around the whole Hall.

I ignored the way my heart clenched. I wanted to sit with them, to share laughs, to feel so completely pressureless. But I couldn’t. Ignoring the pointed stares of my friends I got up and made my way to the dorms. Not standing another second of being in the Great Hall.

Back in my room I grabbed my skates and bundled myself up in warm clothes. Since I was a small child I was enamoured with figure skating. Luckily my mother had a good year when she let me start doing the sport. Lots of Purebloods approved of it, so I didn’t need to be ashamed of it. Still to this day I spend lots of my free time skating. Next to reading it’s the only thing that gets my mind to stop overthinking.

The Black Lake froze until mid March every year since scottish winters were bitter cold. I put my skates on, with a flick of my wand music was playing and I drove some circles to warm myself up. Spins and jumps seemed to clear my mind of every problem. And only after an hour I noticed I had gathered a small crowd. It was mostly Slytherin and Hufflepuff first years and when I went and drove to them some broke out in an applaud. I smiled a content smile. And Adelaide Greengrass, younger sister of Lucinda Greengrass, ran over to me.

“Wow Ms Black that was incredible.” I smiled at the name she chose, we had talked lots of times, but sometimes she used to call me Ms Black referring to our Pureblood ways of courtesy. “Hey Addy, thank you. Do you want me to teach you sometime?” I asked her as I removed my skates and could swear they were sparks in my eyes. I took that as a yes.

In the back of the small crowd stood Regulus. I ran over to him and could barely contain myself from wrapping him in a tight hug. Physical affection in public was a big no-go to my mother and most Pureblood families. With the events of the past few days I wouldn’t want to stir any rumours. “Reggie” I breathed out. The relief and joy of seeing him healed washed over me.

“y/n you needn’t worry about me. I’m fine. Did Maman send you a letter too?” He asked as we made our way back to the dormitory. “Yes. She did. It was as unpleasant as one can imagine.” Reg shot me a pained look. He knew about the strict ‘dietary plan’ Mother expected me to follow.

He opened his mouth but I held my hand up, to stop him. “Reg, I know you worry about me. You mustn’t. Please. We’ll survive the next few weeks and after the ball we’ll be fine again. Just make sure to not get too close to Sirius. Narcissa and Bella are watching and I know a handful of other people who would love to report every “wrong” step of us to Maman.”

“I know y/n. Still be careful I can’t risk losing you to her.” He took my hand and I squeezed it with a silent promise. I knew I couldn’t make any promises aloud, they were just going to be broken anyway.

a/n: hey guys i'm sorry it took foreveeever to finish this chapter. it's not a 100% proof-read, but i'm way to tired today to proof-read it. next chapter is already halfway done and i'm hoping to be able to upload it as soon as possible.

lot's of love to wherever you are <3 xoxo ellie

p.s. as always: my inbox is alway open for feeback and requests. more james action next time. i just enjoy writing slow burns. sorryyy :)

60 notes · View notes

dilfsaresohot · 6 months

Text

tous le mêmes

james potter x deatheater!black!f!reader

warnings: language, angst, they just wont listen to each other (stupid mfs) lmk if i missed any

english is not my first language

constructive criticism is appreciated

summary: sometimes keeping the truth to yourself can save your tears.

word count: 1,1k

a/n: this is my first fanfic ever so i hope i didnt fuk up too bad lmao, possibly part two (??)

✁

“…and then siriu- are you even listening to me?”your boyfriend was rambling about his day for about fifteen minutes and you weren’t listening. you couldn’t. not when you were keeping such a awful secret from him. your conscience and heart were telling you to let him know as soon as possible and let him decide. but then the thought of his reaction, his heartbroken expression, the grief in his eyes, soreness painted all over his handsome face and stinging pain he would’ve felt was enough for you to know what was going to happen.

“merlin, stop being such a baby, i don’t give a shit about your stupid pranks. shut up already and go bother someone else.” you snapped.

if you didn’t want him to love a monster, you had to make him hate you.

“w-what?” he wasn’t sure if he heard you right. why were you so mean? did he do something? or maybe you were right? he should stop telling you every smallest detail about his life.

“you heard me. leave me alone i’m sick of this. i’m sick of you.”

judging by his expression he wasn’t going anywhere due to the shock he felt, so you decided to be the one who leaves.

✁

“have you told him about it already?” your brother, regulus, asked. both of you had to give up your dreams and live up to your parents expectations. you could not do anything against their will, because of the consequences that you would have to deal with. why weren’t you more like your other brother, sirius? why couldn’t you be rebellious just like him? you were a coward.

there’s really no way of winning, if in your own eyes, you don’t deserve it.

“no.”

“well, are you going to do that?”

“do i even have a choice?” you asked, even though you already knew the answer. “you know what?” you were met with his questioning face. “i’ll tell him right now.”

he couldn’t say anything else as he was met with black smoke and you were gone.

✁

teleporting to prefects bathroom you sent your animagus, which represented a black cat, to james with a message saying meet me in our bathroom.

soon after you were met with a sound of running footsteps from behind the door. when james barged in, all of your confidence was gone. but it was not you who was important. it was him and his safety.

after a few moments in silence you decided to do what you had to do. “i have to show you something, but please, let me explain before you judge me. ” to say he was confused was a understatement. maybe, just maybe, in the back of his head he knew what was going to happen. but right now he didn’t really think about it.

“love, i could never judge or hate you, just please, show me. i’ll understand.” oh how wrong he was you thought.

pulling up your left sleeve, an ugly, dark mark was visible. you turned your head to the side, because you knew you wouldn’t be able to stand a look on your lover’s face. when he didn’t say anything, you dared to look at him. and it was a mistake. the way he looked at your arm was so hurtful to both of you that you couldn’t stand the tension in the room anymore.

“i-i didn’t want i-“ you were cut off by his words.

“no, no, you didn’t. y-you couldn’t, you wouldn’t be abl- oh merlin, why? why y/n?”

“james, let me explain, please! i never wanted it. i’m sorry for the way i was treating you lately. i just- i thought that if i was going to make you hate me, it would be easier, i-“

“there’s no need to.”

“w-what do you mean?” you asked, trying to stay calm but your own body betrayed you.

“because i already do. ”

his words cut like a knife. you could literally hear your blood running in your ears. james’ cold expression sending shivers down your spine.

“you don’t mean that. i can help us! can’t you see what i’m doing? what am i sacrificing? for you! just so you can be happy! i’m doi-“

“can’t you see what you’re doing to me?” the way his voice broke was your last straw. you vanished just like a coward. the coward, the snake you truly were.

✁

“that’s not fair! that’s not…not fair…” quiet sobs were heard from the prefects bathroom when sirius passed by the door. he was walking around the hallways, searching for his best friend. worried for him, he gently knocked on the door.

“prongs…hey, are you there? you okay?” the eldest black brother asked worried. he has never seen james in such state, he wasn’t the type of person to be open with his negative feelings.

the sobs quieted and water splashing on the cold sink was heard. now, sirius was siriusly worried. what had to happen to make james so miserable? he was always the sun in their friend group. whenever someone was in a bad mood, james was always first one to be there for them and lighten up their mood. so sirius was going to be a james for james.

“alright, i’m coming in!”

“they are all the same.”

“what the hell happened?”

✁

you were sitting on the astronomy tower, feet hanging over the barrier, cigarette in your right hand. there wasn’t anything going through your mind right now. your head was totally empty, you just couldn’t bring yourself to think about anything else than…exactly. every time you wanted to keep your mind busy, it lead to thinking about the mess in your life. you were only sixteen. how come your life was so bad already? what did you do to deserve it? you had no idea. everything went downhill so quic-

“y/n? y/n/n is that you?” you heard a familiar a voice followed by footsteps from behind your back. “hey, is that you? did you tell jam- whoa, what happened?” he asked even though he already knew what was going on.

you smiled, but your smile wasn’t the happy one. “well, long story short, everything is fucked up. but y’know what? i can’t blame him. i mean- i wouldn’t react any better, if i found out that my boyfriend is on the opposite side of the war.” regulus sat right next to you and put his hand on your shoulder in reassurance.

“oh y/n/n, i’m so sorry.”

“it’s not your fault”

“i know, but i still am.”

the siblings sat in silence, watching the stars and chasing answers to their questions, that were never to be answered.

✁

#james potter x black!reader #james potter #james potter x slytherin!reader #marauders #marauders x reader

66 notes · View notes

aphrcdites · 9 months

Text

the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object

60K notes · View notes

dickmastersfruit · 1 month

Text

The Noble House

Pairing: James Potter x Black!reader

Summary: After being forced to come home for "business" everything goes terrible as you end up on James living room floor unconscious.

Warnings: use of y/n once, abuse, hurt/comfort, some death thoughts toward the end

Wordcount: 2.2k

The great hall erupted with voices as the owls descended above the tables quickly dropping letters. A thin white letter with a black stamp was dropped into your hand. You looked at the cursive writing that plagued your mind daily.

You wanted to burn the letter and not read it. You wanted to so badly. You wished you could. You sighed and opened the letter trying to prepare yourself for what you were about to read.

Dear Y/N,

You are being required to come home for the winter break. We have important business to tend to. You will finally have to live up to the black name. If you do not show up again we will be required to use our own forces to get you here

Orion and Walburga Black.

Your eyes scanned down the rest of the Slytherin table before meeting Regulus's scared eyes. You couldn't bear to look at him, couldn't bear the hurt in his eyes. Despite not wanting to admit it, you knew what business you had to tend to once home.

You could feel eyes on you and you knew who was looking at you. You also knew that if you met the eyes of your older brother and your boyfriend you would crack. You knew if you looked at them you wouldn't be able to stop the tears that threatened to fall.

Instead what finally made you look up was the fact that the great hall had gone dead silent. You looked around confused before your eyes set on the empty space where James and Sirius had previously been sitting.

Suddenly you jumped as two boys set their hands on your shoulders.

"Lets go" Sirius demanded as everyone stared at the three of you.

You swiftly got up as the three of you exited the great hall. The minute you left you could hear the sound of chatter start up again.

"What's up?" You smiled, pretending that everything was fine.

"They want you home don't they?" Sirius asked.

You sighed, biting your lip. "Yeah, and I can't skip out on it this time".

"Why.. you haven't been home in years" James asked.

You really didn't want to explain. You knew James knew about your home life from the story's Sirius had told him. You also knew that Sirius tended to make them seem happier than they were, not wanting anyone to know the full truth of what went on inside those dark walls.

"You don't understand I have to this time... I need to be with Reggie" You started. "Sirius was there when I needed help but Sirius was able to get out completely. Some of us weren't so lucky" You looked over at Sirius who had guilt etched into his face.

"I just hate knowing you're gonna be with them and we won't be able to talk to you" James sighed. "What if something happens''.

"It wont" You say, assuring James as you looked over at Sirius. You both knew you were lying right through your teeth. "It will be fine... just watch. Plus maybe I can sneak you a letter" You smile before leaning up to kiss James cheek.

...

The five of you sat in a carriage together barely fitting in the tight space.

"Will you stop that?" Sirius groaned, kicking your leg as you tapped your foot up and down. You stopped the action and gave him an apologetic smile as the train came to a slow stop.

"Oh god" You whisper seeing your mother waiting for you at the platform with an annoyed look. Her face is sharp and cold as she stares at the train that has now come to a complete stop.

You, James and Sirius walked off the train together, your hand in James's. Your mother stared down Sirius and James before her gaze moved to your hand. Suddenly she grabbed your wrist and pulled you away from them, almost knocking you down in the process.

A few bystanders watched the scene unfold between the black family and the Potter kid.

"Still associating with others less than you I see." She griped, her harsh grip on your wrist never faltering as she scolded you. You rolled your eyes trying to release her grip. Instead it tightened as she pushed you closer to your father who was now walking toward the group.

You rolled your eyes as you watched Regulus walk over. His face was flushed as he gave you a small smile and kept quiet. At least he knew not to say anything, you on the other hand couldn't keep quiet.

"Still being a bitch to everyone i see" You mocked staring at her. You were waiting for some reaction or a foul comment. Instead she smiled down at you and told you to come along as the three of them started walking away.

Your face dropped as you looked at regulus who had started following them. You had a chance to leave right now as nobody was watching you. However, by her reaction you knew you were in deep shit and you would end up in more pain if you left.

"I love you" You said to James quickly trying to cover the fear that wanted to be released.

"I love you too my pretty girl" He murmured as Sirius faked gagged

...

The house seemed more daunting than ever as you slowly walked in the door. It seemed darker and colder as you stepped through the door. There were groups of people in every corner, their cold glares sending shivers down your spine. There were a few faces you didn't recognize but they clearly knew who you were.

You kept your head down for once, and even when you wanted to talk you had this heavy feeling and no words would come out.

You and Regulus were standing in front of your fathers office waiting for permission to enter. You could hear the voices flowing through the house, but none were loud enough for you to figure out why you had been summoned.

"What do you think he wants?" I whisper to Regulus.

Regulus stared at the giant dark oak door not wanting to move a muscle. "I don't know, but it's not good" He started. "I can feel it" He shook his head slowly letting out a deep breath.

Father opened the door and your mother stood right next to him. Her cold glare freezing your body to the point of exhaustion.

"Follow... Now" She demanded walking away as you watched your brother be pulled into the office forcefully.

You were guided to another office. One with large bookshelves and a beautiful fireplace that took up the back wall. There was an emerald green couch, and a coffee table as dark as the night sky. Your mother took a seat on the couch and stared at you.

"What..." You began before a screeching noise filled the house. You looked back at the closed door trying to comprehend what it was.

"Is that?" You whispered to yourself. "What are you doing to him?" You yell at your mother who sits there with a malicious smile.

"No. No" You yell as you run to open the door. You knew she had locked it but that didn't stop your efforts. You pounded on the door till your hands were red. You could feel the warm liquid leaking down your hands. The door and your hands began to be painted with blood as you cried and screamed.

You thought you could hear her yells but you could only focus on Regulus screams and the way your hands had gone numb. A sharp pain flooded your head as your mother grabbed you by your hair spinning you around to look up at her.

"Listen to me child" She yelled, yanking your hair closer to your scalp, the pain flooding through your body. "You will listen to me" She screamed, sending a hard slap to your face.

"No stop get away from me" You sobbed trying to kick at her. Eventually you were able to kick her legs making her harsh grasp leave. You looked around the dark room trying to figure out a way to escape.

You noticed green powder by the fireplace. It was stuffed in a little jar that sat lonely on the floor. She clearly knew your plan as you ran to the other side of the room trying to reach the fireplace in time. You threw yourself into the fireplace not caring about the pain you felt from the bricks.

You watched her pull out her wand as you grabbed a fistful of floo powder. The powder coated your hands green as your head snapped up to give your mother a last look.

Suddenly she shouted "Crucio"

Your body withered as you felt your heart stop for a moment. As your heart raced the shooting pains wracked your body. Every part of you felt like it was being crushed to death with lightning bolts. Your body writhed as you let out blood curdling screams.

Even though you couldn't move you managed to drop the floo powder hard enough for it to transport you. Your body felt numb as you were thrown out the other side of a fireplace. You took in the smell of pine trees and vanilla and knew you were home.

You were so out of it as you ended up on James's living room floor. The only thing you heard was James yelling for help, and the soothing touch of his hands before you fell unconscious.

...

The silk sheets grazed your skin as you laid on a bed. The ends of your fingers and the bottom of your legs were numb. You tried to move, but nothing would move as you laid there. You started to freak out and your throat felt tight as you tried to control your breathing. There was nothing you could do. You wished you were dead at that moment.

That was until the warm hands you had learned to love and appreciate touched your arm. You opened your eyes to stare at the beautiful man who wore a sad smile.

"Your ok my love, your home" He whispers. His soothing voice makes you melt into the bed. Your breaths slowed as you slowly regained feeling in your body.

"Did they do what I think they did?" he asked, his voice shaking with worry.

You remained silent and that alone answered his question.

Regulus's screams replayed in your mind over and over. He was hurt and you knew it, and now there was no way to get him out of there.

"They did it, they gave him the mark" You croaked, your tears spilling faster than a waterfall. "Oh god my Reggie" You sobbed.

James's parents and Sirius walked into the room for a checkup. You watched their faces drop and you could see the tears that had stained Sirius's pale skin.

"Oh honey" Mrs. Potter cooed as she walked to the side of your bed opposite of James.

"I have to go back" You declared. The four of them looked skeptically at each other before Sirius scoffed.

"You may hate him, but I don't. Our parents hate us and that's our fault not his" You say loudly. Loud enough that your already sensitive throat made you start coughing like crazy.

You watched Sirius fiddle with his fingers as he just stood there silently. "I want to save him... but I can't," You whispered, admitting defeat. In reality you knew that now there was nothing you could do to save him. He was already marked.

"They marked him, and I had to listen." You made eye contact with your brother. He just sighed as he stared at his feet. You could tell he didn't want to admit it but he still cared more about Regulus than he liked to admit.

"Do you mind if I just be alone?" You asked, looking at Mrs. Potter who was moving your hair behind your ears.

She smiled softly brushing a tear off your cheek. "Well you heard the girl, git" She laughed ushering the boys out.

"Wait James, stay please" You whimpered as he started getting up. "I need you here with me".

He nodded, sitting back in his chair. He leaned forward placing a kiss on your temple as the two of you were left in the room alone.

"Do you wanna lay down?" You ask softly starting to shift over so he could get under the covers with you.

"Oh sweetheart I don't know.'' He responds hesitantly. His eyes flickering between yours as he rolled his lip between his teeth.

"You wont hurt me, trust me you could never" You assure before he slides under the covers carefully. Trying not to accidently apply too much pressure on any part of your body.

"You can touch me, it's ok" You whisper, reaching out for his hand. You held his hand in yours slowly bringing it up to your cheek. His warm hands contrast the coldness of your face.

His other hand slowly came up to the other cheek as he held your face in his warm delicate hands. He moved the dark curl that covered your eye.

"My pretty girl" He whispers with an emotion you can't quite pinpoint. He placed a soft kiss to your pretty pink lips before placing a protective arm around your waist. "I love you" He murmurs.

Masterlist James Potter Masterlist

96 notes · View notes

thatboisus · 3 months

Text

“english isn’t my first langua—“ say no more.

17K notes · View notes

rosieandthethorns · 5 months

Text

i don't WANT to read smut right now

i WANT to read a passionate, poetic, jaw dropping, tears streaking down my face, heart wrenching, giggle inducing, feet kicking, cringy yet amazing, gorgeous story written by someone who apologizes for english not being their first language(they're the best writers ever) which has 4 chapters and then makes me scream because it hasnt been updated in months and the author is mia

9K notes · View notes

natti-ice · 1 month

Text

18+ mdni

Me: “fuck, I need his cock”

Him: *is literally just words on tumblr*

6K notes · View notes

inkdrinkerworld · 1 month

Note

If you’re writing for James 👉🏻👈🏻 a touchy james potter who gets too excited whenever you’re around and always has you on his lap, arm around your waist, linking arms while sitting next to each other in class, and cherry on top, learned how to braid so he can play with your hair more.

Sirius and Remus are over, sitting in your living room with James off to one side.

They’ve all been leaning over a puzzle for the longest time- Remus in actual curiosity, James in interest and Sirius just to humor Remus should the man decide to withdraw bedtime kisses from him.

You’d been in the shower, washing away the day and by the time you came back you were dressed in one of James’ hoodies and a pair of shorts.

“Jamie,” you sing his name as you practically skip into the living room. You’ve your hair oils and combs in hand as you stop in front of him.

“Lovie,” he pats his lap, moving just a little away from his friends to look at you. “What do you need?” His eyes soften as he notices your attire, his hands grab onto your waist. Fingers a little rough but still gentle as he squeezes the fat of your skin there.

You grin, digging your toe into the tile. James gets this look in his eyes when he watches you, this lovelorn, terribly lovestuck look in his eyes and you never know what to do with it.

“Wanna braid my hair for me?” James adores that you still shy under his gaze, he loves it even more when you giggle and squeal when he says yes and sits you down between his legs.

“Aw, look at them, Moony.” Sirius coos as he turns to you both, catching James scratching the base of your neck before picking up the comb.

“They’re cute Siri, Jamie’s in love.” James makes zigzag parts- having learnt that straight ones are too harsh the next day.

“We can hear you,” you remind them and Sirius barks a laugh, his eyes glued on his friend who pays them no mind as he oils your hair and then picks up three strands.

“No doll, you can. James only hears words that leave your lips.”

#jamespotter #james potter #james potter one shot #james potter fanfiction #james potter blurb #james potter fluff #james potter imagine #james potter headcanon #james potter fic #james potter drabble #james potter x black!reader #james potter x reader #james potter x you #james potter x yn #james potter x y/n

2K notes · View notes

priniya · 1 year

Text

NOT MAD ANYMORE !

when they don’t have to hide anymore, james holds a silent grudge against his best friend, and doesn’t want to let down until he apologizes to his girlfriend.

notes: till forever falls apart continuation! james potter x black!reader. mentions of sex but not described, alcohol, party, regulus wants to kill sirius. not proofread

masterlist • taglist (click here to be added!)

well, when james finally confessed what made him bring you into the common room at night, with smudged mascara, puffy eyes, and a grimace that definitely wasn’t a happy one, regulus was furious. for the first time in a while, he wanted to punch someone so badly that the only thing a person would see was the hospital wing.

he would never have cared if it was him who cried that night, because regulus has always been a person that regularly cried, when something overwhelmed him, but you have never been that kind of person. he could recall only five to seven times when you cried throughout the fifteen years of your lives.

you’d always kept everything to yourself, hardly ever letting someone know how hurt you were deep inside. and regulus was one of the three people who actually knew, the other ones being pandora, and james. your brother was ready to throw hands at anyone who made you feel like that.

“what was this about?” regulus asked, stepping out of his dormitory with your boyfriend, when you finally fell asleep, cuddling reg’s sheets. “potter, i know the rumors about me or my friends around the castle, and if you won’t tell me what happened, i can promise you that some of them will be true.” he tilted his head to the side, glaring at the gryffindor boy.

“sirius caught us together, and began arguing with her, saying some messed up shit.” james sighed, his fingers ruffling his dark locks in frustration. “she acted that it doesn’t hurt her, but then he said that she did something to him, and it broke her down.”

“fucking piece of shit” the younger boy uttered under his breath. “i reckon, you’d like to say goodbye to your friend, ‘cause he’s gonna be dead after our talk.” there were no signs, in regulus’ tone, that would make his statement less… deathly.

“no need for that.” james shook his head, and looked towards the stairs with worried expression. “can you look after her, please?” he whispered, the picture of you crying so vivid in his mind.

“don’t worry, i will.” black smiled at him softly, before disappearing on the stairs. upon seeing his genuine upset, regulus felt like someone took away one of his concerns, if potter cared for his sister or was it just a prank pulled out by sirius.

after an hour, your brother still didn’t calmed down, and decided to take actions in his own hands. as quietly as it was possible, he went upstairs to the astronomy tower to find sirius with head in his hands. “you’re so predictable, brother.” he let out a humorless chuckle as he stepped closer.

“what do you want, regulus?” sirius sighed, definitely too tired for that conversation.

“what i want is you to finally stop pushing us, her away.” he empathized, fidgeting with his wand between the fingers. “you acted as if you were so honorable, and brave, yet you couldn’t hold you tongue behind your teeth, giving your sister full-ass anxiety attack, but you couldn’t care right? you won’t give a shit about her, yet y/n will always see you as a good person.” regulus cocked his head to the side, furious burning in his eyes. “and she will always defend you in front of every-fucking-one. i’m so sick of how she always stands up for you, whenever our family speaks badly about you, but no matter what would she do, you’re gonna see her as someone who’s not equal to you.”

when the oldest black looked at his brother, he could see the tears threatening to fall, paving a way in his cheeks. “you should be delighted that she rarely speaks about you, or how she misses you, because, my brother, your best friend would flip you off and run to her immediately.” he let out a bitter, cold chuckle. “it’s not y/n not deserving to be around potter, it’s you who don’t deserve to be around her, after what you did. you wouldn’t even care if she got herself killed for you, would you?” if looks could kill, sirius’ body would already lay on the ground, and regulus didn’t know if he regretted it.

“don’t fucking cut me off.” he added, the moment his brother opened his mouth to say something. “i couldn’t give two fucks about what you’re gonna think of me after this, but i’d give a million of fucks for y/n, so you have to options. apologize to her as soon as it’s possible, genuinely tell her how sorry you are for being a piece of shit instead of a brother, or pretend that you accept her, and her relationship with james.” the younger boy’s finger gripped the fabric of the white collar of sirius’ blouse. “don’t ever break her heart again, or i will make your life a living hell, and i can promise you that.”

before the gryffindor could even react, regulus left, feeling to vulnerable than usually. after half an hour, you could feel the mattress’ shift due to his weight, and then his hands wrapping itself around your body, clutching you in a hug.

the next few days were the same, at least they seemed the same for you. what felt different was the invitation to a party in the gryffindor’s common room from your boyfriend, despite the presence of your brother. “baby, he already knows, what’s the worst think that can happen?” he asked upon seeing a frown on your face.

“it’s gonna be fine.” he added reassuringly, his fingers playing with your hair as your head rests on his laps. “oh my merlin, i’ll be there if it matters to you.” a smile was planted on his lips, when you answered.

the other thing that has changed was that james refused to talk to his best friend unless he apologizes to you, making the week extremely exhausting and difficult for his friends that had to experience the downsides of the whole situation. potter would make everything possible to show sirius that he messed up, and he was the one in the wrong. switching places with various people in classes, turning back on him if he even opened his mouth to speak, or saying “remus, can you tell him that i don’t care?” repeatedly.

when you appeared at the party, dressed up in a silky, mid length, emerald dress, and a necklace you got from barty for christmas, some people were shocked. wondering how did the slytherin end up in the gryffindor’s common room at a party, but someone (specifically your boyfriend) answered the questions rapidly, kissing you in front of others. “you came!” he exclaimed, happily.

you could say, he has already drunk something, because he seemed tipsy, and completely out of his mind, when he dragged you all the way to his friends. you expected them to be mad at you, for tearing apart their friend group, to find lame excuses to run away before getting to know you, but they were incredibly nice, and kind.

“nice to finally meet the girl.” frank longbottom laughed, handing you a drink. “james couldn’t stop talking ‘bout you, i thought someone would kill him.” you chuckled, nudging the seeker in his side lightly.

“shut up! i didn’t.” he turned his head to you. “i really didn’t, never spoken a word about you, not a single time. really, they make it up to embarrass me, they-” he would probably go on for longer, if it wasn’t for alice, who cut him off.

“hey, if u don’t wanna embarrass yourself in front of her, shut up.” she claimed, grinning at the two of you as you took a sip of alcohol. you didn’t really talk at the beginning, just let them talk to you instead, but they didn’t seem to mind.

dorcas, a girl you recognized from your own common room, couldn’t stop talking, almost stealing you away from james, when he went to grab you two another drinks. the only one that stayed distant was lily, who would just eye you once in a while. “don’t mind her, i think she just realized her feelings for james, when she saw you.” meadows chuckled right into your ear, before mentioned earlier james pulled you away from her.

you tensed upon hearing her words, she just realized her feelings for james, when she saw you, ringing loudly in your mind, but then something hit you so suddenly. even though lily was there, james stood next to you with his arm lazily wrapped around your waist, you were the one that had to cover the hickies he left on your skin, not her. you smiled triumphantly, looking at him with the corner of your eyes.

the magic seemed to die down as soon as someone brought up your brother’s name. potter stiffened, his grip hardened, trying to change the topic swiftly. you really couldn’t look at his sad smile, caused by an argument that didn’t even involve him, it was hard not to feel resposible.

“can you give me a second?” you whispered as he tilted his head down to be able to hear you. “need to talk to someone.” he planted a kiss on your lips, before letting you go.

you didn’t even know how you found his dormitory so easily. you didn’t even knock at the door, just barged in, facing your older sibling, having a full on breakdown. “what are you even doing here? want to steal another friend of mine?”

“came here to help you get on good tracks with james again.” you let out, leaning on the nearest wall, not daring to step further into the room. “if you don’t wanna lose him, then come down and fucking apologize, i don’t care if it’s true or not, do it. for him. i don’t wanna see him sad, just do it.”

“also, i never wanted to steal your friends, my boyfriend asked me to be here, so i am.” you added, eyeing the boy who looked at you through a mirror.

“you care about him?” you sent him a nod, as if it was the most obvious thing, you could thought about. “you’re not doing this out of spite?”

“sirius, if you don’t believe me, give me veritaserum.”

when you finally came back, intending to get back to your boyfriend, who was emptying another cup of beverage, yet someone wrenched you to the side. “i don’t know what you want from james, but leave him alone, he deserves something more than to be a toy to spite someone.” the girl, who turned out to be lily evans, spat, her tone so harsh, when you cocked your head.

you were a slytherin, you get that, a one that was in a constant argument with an older brother who was a gryffindor, but besides that, no one had a reason to question what intentions you had.

“quit it, evans. the argument doesn’t include you, so back off.” your older brother put a hand on her shoulder, making her let you go without a word. he listened. “but james—” she frowned.

“james is my best friend, and her boyfriend. it doesn’t concern you.” he cut the girl off, his face as still and serious as his sister’s, and when you stood next to each other, she could count all the similarities between you. “and she’s my sister.” he added after a moment.

you felt like you would break down crying, if you weren’t so good at controlling your emotions, you could feel the tears in the corners of your eyes. it was… strange to hear him saying you’re his sister, or even related, especially when not longer than three weeks ago had he said you weren’t his sister.

it took james a little less than five minutes to spot you and sirius together near the stairs, lily didn’t even got to leave, so when he got to you, a frown was painted all over his face, confusion flickering in his eyes. “everything’s fine?” he let out slowly, a hand on your lower back.

“talking over some family drama with my sister.” your oldest brother shrugged, waiting for lily to finally leave, so he could talk it through with you and your boyfriend. “i apologize for my behavior, really, from the bottom of my heart. for you, that had to see my and her outburst” he turned his head towards potter. “and that i was such a shitty brother for you, and regulus.”

“regulus should be the one you’re apologizing to, instead of me, of course.” the seeker remarked. “i’m siding with her, because she’s right, and for the emotional support.”

“i’m sorry that i left you, but i was a kid too, when you got sorted to slytherin i felt left alone, you have to understand me.” sirius’ eyes were focused on your face as you tried to brush off any emotions, which was way more difficult due to the alcohol in your blood.

“i- uh, let’s not talk about it here, it’s a party.” you replied. “regulus should hear it too, that’s what i mean. we can forget about it for the night.” a soft smile rosed on your lips, hand wrapped around james’ torso. your brother’s face lit up as he quickly nodded.

the rest of the party went smoothly, except for the part when someone dared james to kiss evans during a truth or dare game. you sat in a circle with less intimate group of people (the marauders and friends, as you started to call it later), in the girls’ dormitory. there were more friends than just the marauders, you, and the few poeole you’ve met downstairs, but also some seventh years, and some of your age.

you shifted in your position uncomfortably, which didn’t go unnoticed by potter, and lupin, who looked at each other almost immediately when the dare was spoken. “unless it’s not okay to your snake friend…?”

“girlfriend, actually.”

“perfectly fine.” you lied, looking at the younger girl. you saw the triumphant smile on redhead’s face, when she saw how uncomfortable you were. this bitch. “that’s just a game.” you shrugged, a delicate, half smile sent to your boyfriend, trying to reassure him you were alright.

you watched him getting closer to the ginger girl, you watched her satisfied smile before their lips touched, and you didn’t dare to flinch when they did. you were taught, as a child, to never look back, when something that pained you, occured right in front of you, because consequences would hurt even more.

you watched the girl put a hand in his hair like you always do, it barely lasted ten seconds, making your boyfriend pull away. you could feel humiliated, and embarrassed to witness your significant other kiss someone else, but you knew you’d feel more humiliated if you showed any signs of jealousy.

“i thought about you.” he whispered to your ear as soon as he took a seat, even closer to you than before. “every second, i swear—” you chuckled at how flustered he was.

“jamie, it’s okay.” you spoke out quietly, resting your head on his shoulder, paying completely no attention to the surroundings, when he put an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer.

it felt like the others don’t exist, like it’s just you, and your cute boyfriend in the room, and well… it didn’t really took you too long to leave the room and manage to find a way to his dormitory. you’d probably give it a second look, if james’ lips didn’t crash into yours the second you stepped into the room.

chuckles escaped from between your lips as soon as you felt the softness of his sheets on your back, your hands flew to his hair, pulling on his curles, while his uplifted the fabric of your dress, tracing a line down your neck with hickies (again, and you surely would kill him after that).

you don’t even remember, when you threw the clothes on the floor, all you can remember is what happened between the two of you, because it’s a thing you can’t forget. you remember putting on his sweatshirt, and underwear shortly afterwards. it felt magical, definitely too magical.

you remember plopping into a pair of his baggy jeans, and putting on a belt to keep the pants on your hips, you remember fixing your make-up in the mirror, and the smile james potter had on his face while watching you so intensely.

his heart was pounding so fast, he thought it would suddenly stop, to get even quicker later. his eyes focused on your silhouette, when you adjusted the corners of your lips with a cotton pad, trying to get rid of the smudged lipstick. merlin, you were so stunning, almost ethereal that he wanted to kiss you, then again, and then again, and again.

“we should go downstairs, y’know.” he cocked his head to the side to get a better view of you, and started dressing up himself. “we don’t have to, if you don’t want to obviously.” he added, right after.

you sent him a nod, looking at the sweatshirt in the mirror. he often had it on, when you sneaked out to hogsmeade, so it almost felt like he was embracing you with warmth. somehow, when you thought about james embracing you — he appeared behind you, hugging your back, placing his head on your shoulder. “i love you. i love you, i love you, i love you.”

when you finally manage to get to the common room, everyone was already so tipsy, including your brother, and a girl who was suspicious of you, that no one noticed your absence. you drank at least a few shots of vodka with frank, who stole you from your boyfriend, and danced with you for an hour or more.

you had fun. really, even if you had a drunk talk with sirius in the corner of the room, talking through the things you’ve told each other earlier, how you let your parents cast various spells on you, so he could ran away with ease, or how he felt when neither you or regulus stood up for him during arguments. however, you weren’t really sure will you remember it, but in that moment, you were calmed.

someone even took a picture of you, shoulders linked with james, and sirius, wide grins on each of your faces. you, and your brother were looking directly at the camera, while potter stared at you, love flickering in his eyes. a photo you’d keep with you till the end of your days.

everything was going pretty well in your relationship, until the christmas break came, and knowing the situation in your household, he begged you to spend it with him, at his place. and you refused, which infuriated him to the point, when he tried to get sirius to talk to you. then it lead to a situation, when neither of you contacted the other one, no letters, no secret meetings, nothing.

your family hardly ever celebrated christmas, the tree, presents, and decorations were rarely a thing in your home, so most of the time you either spent it in your room or at malfoy manor with narcissa, and some of her friends from school. well, and while were you at home, it wasn’t the easiest break you’d had for you. your parents were giving you a hard time, especially since you’ve broken lucius’ nose, and made you apologize to him, after treating you with various spells that hurt you.

“you’re so stupid.” regulus whispered, bandaging your wounded chest. “how could you deny a proposition like that? are you mad? you could’ve spent a normal christmas with your boyfriend, and brother.” you knew he was furious, you saw it. his muscles stiff, jaw sharp as ice, and hands trembling as he finished changing your bandage.

“and leave you here? alone?” you knitted your eyebrows together as he sat next to you. “i don’t belong there. i wouldn’t be able to close my eyes at night, knowing that you’re here all alone. don’t like you wouldn’t refuse as well.” you were right, he wouldn’t.

“he’ll probably get mad, don’t you think?” your brother lift a brow, sending you a look, you wished you didn’t notice. you were about to reply, when something knocked on your window, and you were more than just shocked, when you saw your oldest brother, and james, both grinning widely. you, still in your bra that barely covered the bandages, tensed up, knowing how in trouble would you be, if your parents barged in.

then, sirius, who was already a legal wizard, casted a silecing spell, curing your uneasiness. “pack yourselves, lads. we found you a place to stay.” your brother smiled even wider, getting into the room. “still living together?” you shrugged, putting on the exact same sweatshirt as at the party, praying that your boyfriend hadn’t notice your… state.

“you’re ridiculous.” the youngest boy commented, laughter ringing in his tone, as he threw most of his clothes to the suitcase. “you said you wouldn’t leave without me, so you heard the old guy, we’re running away.”

unfortunately for you, james was perceptive, and almost immediately noticed the yellowish fabric wrapped around your belly, and chest. he was upset, but more than that — he felt guilty, for not forcing you to stay at his house, for not preventing you getting hurt. so when your twin left the room, your boyfriend’s mom prepared for the two of you, he began to talk.

“love, before you start assuming anything — are you fine? do you need anything? what did they do to you?” he let out in a hushed voice, kneeling in front of you, taking your hands in his. “gosh, you worried me so much, i couldn’t stop thinking about you for a minute.”

“i am, just real tired.” you sighed, your eyes unable to look into his. “sorry for making you worry, but you should’ve known i wouldn’t leave regulus. i don’t feel like i deserve a normal christmas.”

“what?” he replied. “baby, you deserve more than that, and from now on, you’ll get everything you deserve and even more. i love you, and i will do anything to make sure you’re protected from anything bad.” james placed a kiss on your palm, and smiled. “now, lemme give you the present i got for you, mkay?”

2K notes · View notes

jimblejamblewritings · 11 months

Text

the fake date plot chapter list

Part One 2.3k

Part Two 4.7k

Part Three 4.4k

Part Four 1.2k

Part Five 1.8k

Part Six 1.2k

Part Seven 2.4k

#james potter x reader #james potter x reader fic #james potter x y/n #james potter x black!reader #james potter x you #marauders imagines #marauders fic #marauders era #marauders x reader

429 notes · View notes

ellieclaireblack · 3 months

Text

sanctuaire | sanctuary

sanctuary | noun your safe and peaceful haven a comforting place of refuge and rest in a noisy, chaotic world

{brother's best friend | fem!reader x james potter} ⪼ warnings: mentions of abuse, panic attack, disorderd eating ⪼ word count: 2k

part two: unforgivables playlist

story: sanctuaire | sanctuary

“What in the world is going on?” I got awoken by a shout and shot up. James beside me stirred and we were faced with Sirius’ face in ours.

“What are you doing here?” my twin brother faced me.

“Sirius, I can explain.” I got up from the bed, but Sirius was already walking away, clearly hurt. I didn’t see any reasoning behind his actions but there was no way to stop him. Shouting his name several times helped nothing, except for waking even Peter, who was sleeping like the dead normally.

I sank to the floor and put my face in my palms. Suddenly two lanky arms wrapped around me. “Hey don’t despair, he’s going to calm down. You know how he gets and he’s hurt too.” Remus told me. “The two of you just need to talk.” James spoke up from the bed.

“Yeah but he’ll have to come to me, I definitely won’t make the first step. Not after him overreacting like that.” I told the two still feeling hurt. It wasn’t just Sirius not wanting to listen to me. There was just so much bottled up rage and fear inside of me. Fear that we might not surpass this, that our relationship might never be fixed again. Rage that my mother was such a terrible person, that my dad didn’t do anything against her. It was incredibly frustrating knowing you couldn’t help the one person you looked up most to, even more frustrating not being able to talk to that person even if you needed their opinion most.

“y/n please don’t be as stubborn as him, you know that way you’ll never get over this.”

“Believe me Rem I’m trying. Now I’ve got to get back to my dorm. I need to make myself ready for school.”

“Wait, I'll bring you down with my Invisibility Cloak so nobody gets suspicious of you wandering around in your pajamas.” I looked down at my body and realized what I was wearing, the cut of my pajamas was revealing quite a lot of my cleavage and due to the cold my nipples poked through the fabric. I crossed my hands over my chest and nodded at James to get up. He got the cue and we made our way to the dungeons.

“Nightbane” I whispered the password to the common room, squeezed James’ arm and slipped inside knowing I would see him later.

──────────────── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ⋆ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ──────────────────

I went up to my room and quickly got dressed, since it was a school day I wore the school uniform. In the bathroom I met Flo who looked like she was about to throw up on me.

“Bonjour, qu'est-ce qui ne va pas chez vous? [Good morning, what’s wrong with you?]” I asked her switching into French, all children of the Sacred 28 spoke it fluently and sometimes we would switch into talking it without noticing.

Flo made a sound that sounded close to hurling and pressed out “Sick.”

“Merde! [Shit] Give me 5 and I’ll get you to the infirmary.” I exclaimed and proceeded to make my hair via a few spells and brush my teeth. Applying perfume was the last step.

Then I grabbed Florence’s hands and pulled her up. With most of her weight leaning on me I quickly fetched my bag filled with school essentials and we were on the way to the infirmary.

──────────────── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ⋆ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ──────────────────

After I left Flo in Madam Pomfrey’s hands I made my way to the great hall. I found Theo and Adam and sat beside them. I sipped on my tea when I felt eyes staring at me. I deduced it was my twin brother and his entourage. Not shooting Sirius another look I got up again not having touched my toast and made my way to our first class of the day.

──────────────── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ⋆ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ──────────────────

Miss Aurelia Granville, a former auror, taught the Defence against the Dark Arts class. Consisting of Gryffindor and Slytherin. Can you believe my bad luck?

Beside me was an empty seat, that’s where Flo usually sat. The first day back and she was already sick I couldn’t endure the day without her. The scraping of a chair startled me and I looked up to find James’ boyish grin smiling at me. The corner of my mouth quirked up but fell down as soon as I saw my brother behind him. It turned into a frown when I realized a few of my fellow Slytherins would report me sitting next to a Gryffindor to my dearest mother.

James sat down nonetheless and before I could protest Professor Granville entered the room. "Good morning class. I hope you had an amazing holiday. Today we're going to talk about the Unforgivable Curses."

In half a second all of the color drained from my face. I felt like I couldn’t breathe and my heart beat so fast that it hurt. Every curse my mother threw at me came crashing down. Every part of my body ached feeling the strike of the Cruciatus Curse on my body.

"First of all can anyone tell me how many unforgivable curses are." "Three Miss." Remus answered. "That's correct, Mr Lupin."

"And who can tell how those three are called?" Everyone remained silent not wanting to speak up and saying those three words, scared it would have an effect on the speaker itself. “No one? Come, Miss Black I know you know this."

My eyes shot uo. Why of all the students did she have to pick me? "There's the Avada Kedavra curse, for instantaneous death. The Imperio curse, for total control. And-'' My fingers shook violently now. "The Cru-Crucio curse, for excruciating pain." "Well done Miss Black. 10 points to Slytherin."

I hid my hands under the desk, but it was too late. James had already seen them. Tears were forming in my eyes and James grew more anxious by the second. It felt like I couldn't breathe anymore. Minutes passed and the only thing I heard was the blood rushing in my ears. I could see Professor Granvilles lips moving but couldn’t understand a single she was saying.

I had to get out of here. "Professor Granville?" I said raising my hand, doing my best to keep it from shaking. "May I be excused for a moment." With a nod from her I shot up and hurried out of the classroom.

Running now, the tears were streaming down my face and there was nothing I could do to stop them. I hid in a corner trying to even my breath. Nothing worked. Over the last few years panic attacks were nothing unusual for me, but not at Hogwarts. This was the only place where I felt safe, except when the reminder of reality got to me in the form of letters from my parents.

Time seemed to stop moving and I still couldn't stop shaking. Suddenly I felt a hand on my arm. Looking up I spotted James. Worry and concern etched into his features. "y/n, what's going on? Please talk to me." He pleaded.

When he realized I couldn't answer him, because I was having a panic attack he knelt down on the ground in front of me and took my face into his hands. "Mimic my breathing. Come on, you've got this." I did as he told me and slowly felt like I could talk again.

"Tell me five things you see come on."

"You..., a window, my shoes, the ground..., a painting." I slowly got out. "You're doing great love. Five things you hear come on." "You, my heart, the clock ticking, uh- the wind outside and—and the steps of the other students." "Amazing y/n, are you okay again?"

"Yes I uh think so. Thank you J." He pulled me into a hug holding me close.

The bell rang and I realized I missed the whole lesson, that's probably why James went looking for me. All of a sudden Sirius was standing in front of us. Looking just as worried as James earlier.

“What the hell did she do to you?” He nearly shouted, I winced at his loud words and some more tears spilled down my cheeks.

Sirius crouched down beside me and took both of my hands into his. Looking me deep into my eyes he told me “y/n tell me this instant before I lose my mind, please.” James shot confused glances between us.

“I, Sirius, I- can’t.” Was all I got out squeezing his hands slightly. Overwhelmed from all the crying and memories rushing over me. Overwhelmed from being so close to my brother again. My everything, even though I never meant the same to him, he’s the person I’d move mountains for.

“James, could you leave us for a minute” Sirius told his best friend and James shot up and was gone so quickly you could think he’d never been there. Now it was just Sirius and I in the little alcove. Luckily it was so secluded that nobody was able to spot us. I couldn’t have the whole school seeing me having a breakdown.

“Come on now, Dimples. It’s just the two of us.” He said, calling me by his childhood nickname for me.

I took a few deep breaths steading me. “The night- uh when you.. left. Walburga went berserk. Never in my life have I been so scared of her. She banned Reggie to his room thank god and then took most of her anger out on me. She threw some Unforgivables in the mix and today just brought back a lot of memories I guess.”

Sirius looked stunned for a moment before he gathered himself to answer me. “I- oh god. y/n/n I can’t believe she did that. I mean I’m used to a few curses from her, but Unforgivables. I- it’s all my fault and I’m so sorry. But you know I couldn’t have stayed any longer. She-”

“I know how she is. I get it, believe me I do. What I don’t get is why you couldn’t tell me you were leaving. Would it have been so hard? I know I don’t stand a chance against James. From the moment you met him, he was the sibling you never had. But guess what you have two siblings. You were Reggie’s and my role model growing up, never backing down from Walburga. I get it was hard and when you finally found James you could just forget about Reg and me for some time. I know how hard everything was for you. But that doesn’t justify your actions.”

“You really think that?” A tiny nod from me was all it took for him. I could see his heart break right then and there. Millions of tiny splinters. Years of realization washing over him. “Oh. Oh y/n. You can’t be for real. You and Reg were always my priority. James may be my brother in spirit, but the two of you- I could never not for one minute forget about you. Since day one you’ve been a part of me, infused in my every vain and the day Reggie was born even at two years old I vowed myself to always love and protect him. I never wanted to make you feel like I loved you less, when the both of you are the people I love most in this entire world.”

A tear spilled from his cheek, mirroring my feelings. To all the people saying communication is key. Wow. One talk and years of insecurity and doubt faded into the background. I reached out and hugged my twin as hard as I could. Never wanting to let go again. He reciprocated the embrace and we spent some minutes sitting there. The worries about our parents, our differences, our fight being unimportant for now.

a/n: i'm back guys. did you miss me? i haven't been inspired lately and incredibly stressed but i finally got back today. i'll try to upload another part maybe even today (i'm in a flow rn) xoxo and lots of love ellie <3 p.s. it's only half proof read so i hope i didn't make any mistakes

#hogwarts #james potter #james potter x reader #marauders #romance #sanctuary #sanctuaire #sirius and regulus #sirius black #sirius orion black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #black!reader #james potter x black!reader #regulus black #dead gay wizards #dead gay wizards from the 70s

71 notes · View notes