#james potter x indian!fem!reader

[heaven4lostgirls]

could you please write one with James or Remus or sirius and Indian specifically Bengali reader. Fluff or angst. Friends to lovers????

love saves all

james potter x indian!fem!reader

summary: james has been in love with you forever, he can’t stand to see you with someone else

warnings: fluff, minor mentions of injuries

a/n: hi lover! thank you for the request, i’m not bengali and i didn’t want to write something that could possibly offend the bengali community however i did try and incorporate indian culture because i’m tamil (telegu) so i hope you enjoy this! if you don’t let me know 💗

the sun shone down on your brown skin as you made your way through the forbidden forest after one of remus’ transformations. you could feel the fatigue hitting you now and you knew that you needed a nap before even attempting to go to any of your classes.

you knew you would be excused considering minnie and dumbledore both knew of remus’ transformations and that you guys would help, however they were unaware of you all becoming illegal animagi.

as you watched sirius and james make their way to the hospital wing where they laid moony on one of the free beds you took a damp washcloth and softly ran it over remus’ new scars over his face.

he softly winced and for each wince you muttered a small apology.

“if i knew i’d have y/n/n doting on me when i got hurt maybe i’d get hurt more often” sirius teased and you couldn’t help but smile before flicking his forehead.

“if you got hurt, i’d let you bleed out padfoot” you smiled sweetly at him and you could hear james snort to the left of you.

once madam pomfrey had come to help remus you all made your way to the boys dorms where you decided to lay down for a bit.

“y/n, do you want to come lay down with me?” you heard sirius ask before a loud oomph was heard as he fell of his bed or more correctly speaking he was pushed by a certain raven haired boy with glasses.

“i’ll come lay down in a minute, i’m going back to my dorm to do some prayers for rem” you state, getting up before making your way to the door.

you hear hurried footsteps behind you and you turn around to face a sheepish looking james.

“can i come with you?” he mutters before rubbing the back of his neck.

“of course you can jamie”

you both walk hand in hand to your dorm where you take off your shoes outside and kneel in front of your shiva statue.

you light your lamp and relight some agarbatti that had finished through the night.

you feel james kneel next to you and you look at him with a smile. he looks confused in a sort of cute puppy way.

you show him the correct motions and pray with him before putting ash on his forehead.

you sit in silence for a few moments before you peek open an eye to look at him.

he looks so serene, happy and at peace in front you of you that you can’t help but smile.

he cracks open one of his eyes to shoot you a smile before motioning his head forward telling you to pay attention

you muffle a laugh before you finish off your prayer and make your way back to the dorm before cleaning up.

as you both lay down in james’ bed after sirius had gotten bored of teasing you two, you draw circles on his chest and you can feel him smile down at you.

“hey y/n/n? what do you thinks gonna happen to us in the future?” he asks albeit curious to what your answer would be.

“my parents are looking for potential suitors i guess, it’s odd for me to be of age and not be

betrothed to someone already, i guess hogwarts could only buy me so much time”

“betrothed? you mean engaged?”

you hum and you can feel him tense under you, you weren’t particularly happy about the circumstances either but there was only little you could do against your parents.

“w-what if we got married?” james fleamont potter never stuttered. especially when talking to girls.

“james you know that can’t happen, what about lily? you’ve been chasing her for years..”

you feel him shift so he’s sitting up and he lifts your face to face his.

“lily was always a distraction for me y/n, i never thought you would like me - i still don’t think you do- but i won’t be able to live with myself if i let you get married to someone else without knowing how i feel about you”

your eyes well with tears and you can feel your heart thudding against your rib cage.

“you like me?”

he smiles almost amused by your lack of composure before his eyes fill with love and affection.

“like? i’ve been in love with you since the day we met y/n”

you can’t contain yourself for some reason and as tears escape your eyes you slowly lift your hand to james’ face and place your lips on his.

“i have been waiting for you to say that since 5th year james.”

“oh-“ he flushes in embarrassment.

“okay okay we get it, you two love each other BUT FOR THE LOVE OF MERLIN PLEASE GO TO SLEEP ITS 6AM”

you and james snicker to yourselves as you go back to cuddling as sirius’ sleepy snored fill the room once again.

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[fictional-magic]

do i know you? (pt. 1)

desi!james potter x oc!female!reader

a/n: I'm gonna make an oc with the name "samaira"(sa-maai-ra), she's indian, bengali and a childhood friend of James. she's been his family friend and her parents are friends with his.If anyone wants to use her, please tag me. tw: mentions of abuse (not to fmc), attempted suicide, angst, angst, angst, oc is a muggle (set after they have graduated)

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"don't talk to me."

this. this is the first sentence you say to the guy you've been thinking about for the past 5 years. the one who stopped you from killing yourself, running away and doing things he knew/you should have known you would regret. all his cries were of no use anymore. you needed him to understand you when you were 5, and this perfectly carved cold demeanor of yours could not, under any chances, crumble beneath a boy man who didn't even bother to tell you he's going to, or running off to london. right now, he's chasing you, trying to hold you, and say all the things he was supposed to centuries ago as you angrily storm, and storm isn't even the right word. there isn't a word in the entire oxford dictionary to explain how distraught and broken you feel. you're fuming, raging, burning inside, walking stomping back to your house because you don't want to meet, see, interact, talk, know him ever again. the beautiful, hidden core of yours dies, and rebirths slowly when you turn around to look at the only reason you're physically alive and wholly dead right now.

the person that stands infront of you now is a man. you met a boy, a lively, full of happiness, sunshine in his pockets kind of little guy who you's meet every day in this small garden your mamai and his amma planted pretty tulips in. the boy used to spend his vacations, days, hours with you, up in your room, as you complained about your baba beating up your sweet, plain mother. the boy who used to listen, tell you it's not your fault, that you both could run away together. and that's so not your problem. your problem, dilemma, call it whatever you want, is he grew up into a beautiful man, who you don't know now. and every inch of your body lights up like atrickling flame down your skin when you think of how desperately you want to know everything about him. you feel it in your face, the utter shame of wanting to know someone who never (if he did, he wouldn't do this) cared about you. and still, you look behind. same curly hair. same chocolate, glistening-in-the-sun, kind of eyes. same freckled nose, same brown, shining skin, and the same pink, thin lips that used to laugh at your failed attempt of helpless jokes. but nothing's the same anymore. he's sad, you're mad, and every single little, huge "shikayat" (complaint) crumbles down onto him with your screams and tears and that physically hurt him. "itne jaldi kyun bhul gaya mujhe tu? main tujhe itna bulati gayi, aur tu aise bina bole bhaag gaya. (why did you forget me so quickly? i kept calling out to you, and ran away without telling me like this.)

tut gayi thi main sale. bikhar ke tukde ho gaye the mere. mamai died, asshole! she died! and you didn't even come to her tehrvi, or barsi or anything! you... " (i was broken you fucker. i was shattered ino pieces. mum died, you asshole! and you didn't even come to her thirteenth day{a ritual in india}, or her yearly death anniversary or anything. you...)

you gulp past the huge lump in your throat, and try again as your tears stain your skin. "you cheater! liar! chale jana tha toh kyun mujhe aise sapne dikha raha tha? i hate you! (if you had to leave, why did you show me all these dreams?)

"i hate you james. you made me this way. tujhe jo pasand tha, ab nafrat karne lagi hun us se. ful acche nahi lagte, baarish acchi nahi lagti, apne muh pe sahi se kajal nahi lagta kyunki tu lagata tha aur.. aur"

(i hate you james. you made me this way. i hate whatever you used to like. i don't like flowers anymore, i don't like the rain anymore, i can't put kohl on my eyes because you did it for me, and, and...) the words, the screams, rather die in your throat as he holds onto you, clutches onto the very last ounce of energy you have left in you as you screamed your entire world to him, and keeps whispering this foul, nonsensical word, "sorry myra. i'm so sorry"

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[sirisuorionblack]

Hiii! I'm so happy your requests are open! I just found out you're Desi too and I was wondering if you could write a Sirius Black × Desi reader. Maybe like she and James are close or something cause they're both brown and James being protective of her. No pressure I totally understand if you don't want to tho

A beautiful birthday gift

Sirius Black x Desi!Fem!Reader

Summary - Diwali had been something that Sirius knew nothing of and the one you always looked for but when it clashes with Sirius' birthday, you have the best gift planned.

Warnings - mentions of fireworks, tears (?) and yeah...yeah...

A/N Ooookkkaaayyy!!! So many things to say! First of all! Thank you soo much for requesting!! Second: I wrote this from Sirius' POV, so it was actually fun to interpret things that were something common in the eyes of a foreigner. And I genuinely wanted James and Sirius to wear dhotis (because I am a South Indian and we don't wear kurtas) but yeah, they are wearing kurtas due to reasons~. This was kinda messy and long and kinda a lot. But yus!

The morning was hectic in the Potters’ household as Sirius slowly stumbled into the living room. Mrs Potter sat at the dining table, working away with flour and jars of spices and liquified butter by her side while Mr Potter tried to help her. Sirius chuckled as he watched her slap her husband’s hands away from the raw delicacies on the table.

“Quit staring, mate,” James said, patting Sirius in the back as he pushed past him, “You’ll get your romantic moments one day too.”

“And that day is probably very far,” You said, walking past him and Sirius felt like he had been caught in an all too slow whirlwind as he stared at you. Your beauty would give Aphrodite a run for her money, your smile would brighten up his days and your eyes. Oh, your eyes that were the deepest shade of brown but turning a little lighter as the sunlight blinded you, pulling Sirius into a pitless end that he happily wished to memorise. He would have sighed.

“I said, quit staring,” James hissed and jabbed him in the ribs, “And she has never been more right in her life.”

“I’m always right,” You scowled at him.

James scoffed, “Of course, always,” he rolled his eyes, receiving a stamp to his feet that soothed Sirius’ aching ribs.

“What's going on there?” Sirius could hear Euphemia call and James answer her but it felt like a distant hum as you stared at him. He was in love and he knew it. Perhaps, not love but he knew what he felt for you was not the same way as James did. James would gladly spend his day if you were not there but it would be the worst day of Sirius’ life. James would not mind sitting between his mother and best friend but Sirius would be disappointed if he did not sit next to you. James didn't mind when your attention drifted from him but Sirius would fiercely despise whatever stole your attention from him.

"Sirius, which one looks better?" You weighed two sets of glass bangles in each hand, one glimmering as the light reflected off the stunning stones on the deep blue bangles and the other covered with shiny glitter that almost hid the entire deep pink surface.

"Uh," Sirius swayed his finger from one set to another before suggesting, "The blue?"

"Alright! Thanks!" You rushed back to your room, leaving Sirius to gawk after you.

"I swear, Sirius Black," James rolled his eyes from next to his mother, "If you keep staring at people and be useless, I'll punch those pearly whites right out."

"Oh, come on, Potter," Sirius smirked as he sauntered to the dining table, "You can't touch me."

"Is that a challenge?" James asked, narrowing his eyes, mockingly.

"Of course," Mrs Potter glared at the two of them, "That better be a challenge, it has after all been a really long time since I've used my rolling pin."

“Sorry,” James returned to his task, wide-eyed.

Time slipped through his fingers as Sirius gaped at Mr Potter sharing stories of his childhood. It was the first time Sirius had spent the winter break with the Potters after he received a glorious letter from his mother rather politely asking him not to be seen anywhere near the Grimmauld Place to hold up her lies that her eldest son had been sent away to practice whatever that he was supposed to.

It was November and an ignorant voice inside Sirius said that the delicacies made were for his birthday which Mr Potter immediately crushed by announcing that it was a famous festival to be celebrated with fireworks and earthen lamps. Sirius had almost zoned out half of what Mr Potter had to say as his mind glid to the idea of having possession of such marvellous firecrackers and you. He wondered how you would look with your beautiful dress and gleaming jewels. Divine, certainly. You never failed to look anything less than that.

Soon, the clock ticked 5 and Mrs Potter did not waste time to usher them to their rooms after thrusting a couple of packages into Sirius and James’ hands.

“What in merlin’s name-?” Sirius’ jaw dropped to the ground as James turned around in his fresh attire, his arms spread wide with a smirk adorning his lips. This was not the James he was used to. That boy was messy, his shirt always having a patch of dirt and his trousers never not crumpled but the boy before him was different. James looked flaunting in his black shirt that extended till his knees, studded with golden buttons and sleeves rolled to his elbow.

“You think this is a shirt, don't you?” James asked, glaring at him or probably at the unopened package in his hand.

“Is that not what it is?” Sirius asked, fiddling with the thread that held the package closed, “It does look like an elongated shirt.”

“I mean-” James frowned, “Well, it is called a kurta but I presume you are not wrong,” he sighed as if Sirius had made him question something he shouldn't before shaking his head, “Just get ready sooner or mum will whip our asses with that wretched rolling pin of hers.”

“She wouldn't exactly, would she?” Sirius asked, feeling almost stupid as he spoke out loud.

“Of course, she wouldn't! But she likes to use to keep us under check,” James ran a hand through his unruly hair in a futile attempt to brush it down, “It works magnificently.”

“Do I have the same dress?” Sirius stared at the package in his hand, trailing the creases on it with his wand.

“Probably,” James shrugged, “And if yes, then I want you to stay as far away from your dear girl as possible. I don't want any nieces or nephews running around just yet.”

“What the-?” Sirius cursed, his attention perking up as heat rushed to his cheeks. He probably glowed red.

“Don't get your hopes high, mate,” James chuckled, catching the pillow Sirius threw at him with little to no effort, “I am talking about her. I swear on Merlin’s stinky underpants that she looks like a goddess in that dress of hers. Besides, I didn't even tell who “your dear girl” was,” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“James Potter, you are so close to being hexed till you can do nothing,” Sirius threatened, hoping his bright cheeks would not tamper with his ferociousness, “And you don't have to tell her name, you always insinuate the same person. Moreover, who else other than her is going to be “my dear girl”?!”

“Whatever your save is, mate,” James waved a dismissive hand with a roll of his eyes before turning serious, “I don't want you doing any of your usual ruckuses with her. Nothing at all.”

“What usual ruckuses-” Realisation hit Sirius like a brick to his head, falling to his heart at the thought of his best friend thinking such of him but he knew it was not James’ fault. It was a reputation he built for himself. “Oh, James, really?”

“Yes, Sirius, really,” James said, crossing his arms over his chest, “I don't want you doing any of your shenanigans with her, alright? She is almost like my sister.”

Sirius sighed. There was no win for him in this situation. He had to promise James that he would not try to bed you which, assuredly, leads to unimaginable torture from not just James but Peter, Remus and Regulus too. But why should he guarantee James? Did he like you? Of course, he did but would he go any limits to get to you? Sirius didn't know but this promise was something genuine and his instinct forced him to reassure his dear best friend.

“I don't wish to do anything with her, James,” Sirius stated, firmly. Perhaps, not anything. He still hoped to hold your hand when they brushed against each other while walking side by side. He still wanted to hug you close to his chest and smile into your hair a little longer. He still desired to hear you speak late into the night and fall asleep with your head on his shoulder. Sirius would never not crave to see the shine in your beautiful eyes as you threw your head back, beaming with laughter.

“Alright,” James sighed, before sniffing the air, “You get ready and I’ll go sneak us something.”

Sitting alone in the silence of the room, Sirius slowly pulled away the strings of the package to find a letter, a tiny box and the same black kurta as James.

Dear Sirius,

Happy birthday, son! We know its tough for you at the moment but remember: we will always be there for you when you need us the most. James and us. Now, since you are turning 16, and it's on the glorious day of Diwali, don't think we forgot your birthday. There are more surprises waiting for you!

Love,

Mr and Mrs Potter.

Teardrops fell on the letter, smudging the ink on the parchment as Sirius held the letter close to his heart, before reaching into his pocket to retrieve another letter in a similar condition from his brother that he had received early in the morning. It was as if Reggie had charmed the letter to echo “I love you” in his brother’s voice whenever Sirius touched the letter.

The smile on Mr and Mrs Potter’s face was utterly genuine that made Sirius stumble the staircase as he descended in the beautiful clothes that showed off every visible inch of him in the shining lights of the earthen lamps lit around the living room, the watch around his wrist glimmering.

“What the hell?” James said, his mouth stuffed with food, “Why does he look better than me in this?”

“Because he is genuinely handsome,” You said from beside him and at that moment Sirius was afraid he would collapse to his knees at your striking beauty. The blue blouse studded with tiny gold specks gleamed as the lights glowed beneath you as your deep blue skirt graced the floor and Sirius wanted nothing more than to spin you around and watch them flare out in a spectacular formation. Your hair was knotted neatly, falling over one side of your shoulder as a couple of curly strands framed your face, and your earrings that resembled an umbrella touched the deep pink shawl bordered with gold, draped over your other shoulder. Something sparkled catching Sirius’ eyes and his heart bloomed with knowledge of the bangles he had chosen and the various rings adorning your fingers.

“Oh, Merlin,” James groaned, “Will you two stop staring at each other?”

“Shut up,” You slapped his arm but seemed to shake yourself slightly, trying to break out of a trance while Sirius didn't even attempt to. He was perfectly content to be drowning in your beauty.

“Alright, kids, enough of those and go get the firecrackers,” Mrs Potter said, as she pulled her husband after her.

“I’ll go get them,” James offered, patting your arm, “And leave you two lovebirds alone,” he winked at Sirius and murmured something fast in your ears and Sirius could make out strange and unnecessary words like “path”, “room”, “interest” and the only word he knew in your language “no”. Sirius, however, knew your response extremely well as you silently cursed at James till he ran for life. The only good Sirius ever received out of having bilingual best friends were the curses and he was glad for it.

Sirius had wanted James to leave as early as possible but only after his best friend was out of his sight did he wish to have a boost of confidence by his side.

“So, uhm,” Sirius wrung his hands together, twisting the ring on his finger, “You look absolutely stunning.” He cursed himself for sounding so breathless.

“Thank you,” You chuckled, rubbing the back of your neck, “I didn't think you’d look so wonderful in your kurta. I mean like I did know that you’d look handsome but I didn't know-” you sighed, “Oh, forget it. You look beautiful too.”

Sirius laughed with the realisation that he was in love. He had never craved to hear someone call him beautiful, he knew it as if it was a universal truth but hearing it from your lips made him yearn for more.

James groaned as he returned just when Sirius’ laughter died down, leaving the two of you wrapped in awkward silence.

“How are you going to live together if you cant manage a conversation for two minutes?” James scolded, his hands placed on either side of his hips, “Like, I’m disappointed in you both,” He clicked his tongue and shook his head.

“Quit being dramatic,” You rolled your eyes, “And go get the firecrackers before your mum comes.”

“And what are you going to do, your highness?” James asked.

“Queens don't work, Potter,” You smirked, doing an elaborate action of teasing James before you turned to Sirius waving your hand, “Bye, Sirius. Take care of some atrocious shits around here.”

“He is the shit,” James cursed, but Sirius was too caught in the wave of your hand. He had just noticed the beautiful designs on them, as dark as your eyes.

“It’s called henna,” James slapped Sirius on the back of his head as he dragged him to the basement, “It's like a temporary tattoo.”

“Was that what they were doing yesterday? Your mum fed her. Was that why?” Sirius asked, remembering watching you with Mrs Potter last evening, and he had been too indulged in your smile to notice your hands.

“Yep,” James said, bitterly, “She only feeds me if I break my right hand, not even left.”

Sirius caught the package of firecrackers James threw at him and trekked their way up, “You could have gotten the henna too.”

James looked at him, impressed, “You are turning brilliant as the day goes by, pads. I'm proud of you.”

“You are an asshole, Potter,” Sirius shook his head with a smile.

“And you love assholes.”

“Finally, you boys are back,” Mrs Potter guided them to the front porch of the Potter’s Manor where dozens of earthen lamps had been lit in perfect shapes and designs. Whatever it was that controlled Sirius’ life had decided that he would be so close to kneeling to goddesses multiple times a day.

You sat between a round of lit lamps, lighting the one in the middle with a candle. Strands of hair fell to your face and Sirius had never felt an urge so strong to push them away from your beautiful eyes where he could see the flames dancing. You looked beyond beautiful.

“Here,” Mrs Potter handed Sirius a firecracker and then to James, “We’ll burst the rest later, James. Patience.”

“How later?” James asked, twisting the metallic end of the stick studded with shining, tiny crystals of grey.

“Later enough for you to combust with it,” you said, joining Sirius' side with a stick of your own, clutching between your fingers.

And soon “later” came along and Sirius was astonished as with a flick Mrs Potter’s wand the earthen lamps disappeared to thing air, lining neatly back in the living room as James rushed to place tiny cone-like things one by one at equal distances.

James passed him a new stick, this one resembling exactly that of a matchstick but much longer and he knew exactly what he needed for it but James felt the necessity to show him what use it had and so did you.

“Why don't you two try it together?” Mr Potter suggested, sounding almost annoyed, “People are waiting in line.”

“Alright,” James agreed, reluctantly, shooting you a sharp glance, “But I’ll light it!”

“What is the point of doing it together then?!” You asked, glaring at him and Sirius knew you were close to slapping his best friend across the face.

“Just come on,” James took your wrist and the two of you rushed to the cone, the lighted end of the stick held against the wick of the cone, lighting the cracker along with the fire in Sirius’ heart.

He was too focused on James’ hand on your wrist that he missed the colourful sparks that spiralled out of the tiny cone, like an active volcano shooting out lava but much colourful and beautiful.

“Your turn!” You said, stretching out a matchstick for Sirius and he might have just snapped at you had he not seen the beautiful smile on your face that resembled a little child’s excitement when their parents agreed on something.

Instead, he found himself saying, “Help me out?” He definitely didn't need help. Without even the help of his wand, the cone would be ablaze, lighting the entire night sky.

“Of course,” you said, winking as you entwined your fingers with Sirius’. Had he been one to watch it all happen from afar, he would have probably laughed till he had to be sent to St. Mungo’s.

By the end of the celebration, everyone had been beyond exhausted and eager to get rid of the clothes but the tempting delicacies laid in a beautiful array had made them stay a bit longer. Mr and Mrs Potter were the first to resign to their bedrooms and James followed suit. It looks almost planned as the only people left in the house awake to be you and Sirius, slouched next to each other on the couch.

“Did you like it?” You asked, playing with the spoon dipped into your kheer, “It is been so long since I’ve celebrated Diwali,”

“And I have never celebrated but it's honestly extremely beautiful,” Sirius lost count of how many times he had used that word in one day. Today was truly such an abnormal one.

“Oh! I forgot!” You sat up with a newfound energy that was so contagious that Sirius perked up with a smile, “I got you something for your birthday,” a smirk made its way to your face as your hand slowly crept towards his.

“You remember it?” Sirius recalled mentioning it to you long ago for he replayed all your conversations in his mind as he laid awake in his cold bed. He held your hand.

“Why would you think I’d forget it?” You asked, your thumb running small circles on the back of his hand.

“I dunno,” Sirius shrugged, careful enough to not move his hand that held yours in a light grip. “I just thought it wouldn't be of great significance.”

“Great significance?” You asked, chuckling as if he had just said the most absurd lies you’ve ever heard, “Darling, it's your birthday.”

Words after your sweet endearment were beyond his comprehension. Sirius must have visibly shivered because you held his hand a little tighter before saying, “I don't know if what I am going to say is of much “significance” but, um, we’ve known each for almost six years now.”

He didn't know if it was the exhaustion crawling in his bones but you seemed a lot closer to him than ever and he could clearly see the deep brown of your iris giving way to the black pupils and Sirius wanted nothing more than to just stare at them forever.

“And-” You seemed lost for words as you held his hand and played with the stray strands of the gold threads in your neat skirt, “Wow, I-” you chuckled, “I don know. What the-” Sirius had to act and he did.

He pressed his lips against yours and he could feel you freeze completely against him before slowly leaning closer, your hand pressed against his chest, right above his heart. Oh, Sirius was stupid.

Time was unknown, a distant speck of light decorating the beautiful moment, when Sirius pulled away from you, resting his forehead against yours.

“You know, if my parents see this right now, they'd definitely kill me,” You whispered into the night as your eyes stayed shut.

“Your parents are not here, my love,” he said, and squeezed your hand when he felt you shiver, “It's just the two of us.”

“Do you like your birthday gift?” You asked, timidly.

Sirius laughed, pulling you into his arms as he sat with his back against the couch, “The best birthday ever.”

“I, also, did this,” You held your hand out before him and Sirius could see the beautiful designs that weaved into each other forming exquisite creations and if he squinted enough he could barely make out the ‘S’ inserted between each design in the most subtle way possible, “That says Padfoot in my language. Probably not the best idea but yes.”

“Do you remember how I was yelling at James yesterday?” you curled into his chest, your feet hidden beneath your long skirt.

He did. Sirius had returned to the living room occupied by just you and James last night right before you yelled out your last curse and stormed past him.

“It is said that when you do the henna and the darker it gets is the more you are loved by your, well, you know?” You motioned vaguely, and continued as Sirius nodded, “So, I was pissed because that donkey,” you cursed in your language, “Messed up my henna but guess what? Today morning I woke up and it was the darkest henna that has ever been on my hand.”

Sirius chuckled. He loves you. He knew it. The want to hold you in his arms were not just for tonight or for a month it was for as long as he breathed. He wanted to be with you, as yours, forever.

“I love you,” He whispered, like a revelation so vulnerable that a strong wind could disrupt the fragility but he could hear you draw in a sharp breath as you leaned even closer.

“Can you say it again?” you asked, your eyes closed as if you would feel his words.

“I love you,” tears slipped your closed eyes as the words soaked in.

“I love you too, Sirius,” You said, words that would echo in Sirius’ ears when he felt like the world caved in on him, “I love you.”

"Can I ask you something?" Sirius asked, pressing his forehead against yours, his hands brushing against the rough fabric of your dress, "What does the 'S' in your henna mean?"

"It means you are my soulmate," You answered, pressing your lips to his.

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[heaven4lostgirls]

JAMES POTTER FICS

“a slice of heaven”(fluff)

“please don’t cry, i’ve always hated it when you cry”(angst, fluff)

love saves all (fluff, indian!reader)

vanilla flavored love (fluff)

main agar kahoon (fluff, indian!fem!reader)

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[heaven4lostgirls]

distance makes the heart grow fonder

sirius black x indian!fem!reader

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, mentions of injuries, crying james, angst(?)

a/n: hi everyone, sorry this took so long for me to get out, i’ve been sick and then i got my period and then i was just stacked with so much work from uni! it really was a nightmare but i hope you’re all doing well!

when sirius black stumbled through james potters fireplace with blood and cuts all over him, you could say james was in shock. his best friend of nearly 6 years was in a horrible state and he wasn’t sure if he was going to make it. crying out for his parents they immediately apparated to st mungos where they knew sirius would be able to get the help he needed.

as james paced back and forth outside of the operating theatre where they had six medi-witches tending to sirius, james swallowed the lump in his throat as he picked up the phone down the hall to call y/n, he knew she needed to know what had happened to sirius.

through teary gasps and stumbling words james was able to tell y/n that sirius was at st mungos in horrible condition, after consoling her best friend she rushed to her car and drove unexplainably fast to get to sirius, she couldn’t help herself but pray on her way there that everything would be okay.

as she stumbled through st mungos only stoping to catch her breath outside of sirius’ door she pushes her way in where james and euphemia are sitting next to sirius’ beds with red rimmed eyes and swollen faces.

james and effie smile sadly at her before they give her a quick hug and some privacy with her lover.

“oh sweetheart” y/n murmurs as she cups sirius’ cheek and closes her eyes. she sinks to her knees and holds sirius’ hands and starts to pray for him, her hymn floods through the halls of st mungos and the potter family can’t help but feel the tears stream down their faces as the pain in y/n’s voice breaks their hearts.

the medi-witches stand in solidarity outside the door of sirius’ room and can’t help but notice that sirius’ vitals seem to be improving and that his face seems to be twitching almost like he’s trying to wake up.

“y-y/n” his voice rasps and y/n can’t help but look up in shock and delight as his dark eyes seem to squint looking for her. she tugs his hand and his pout vanishes to be replaced by a tired smile as he locks eyes with her.

“my darling boy” she murmurs as she cups his face again, “what would i have done without you? you are the air in my lungs and the blood in my veins, never would i be able to live without you” she whispers as she thanks lord krishna for bringing her lover back to her.

“they called you unspeakable names butterfly, i couldn’t stand there and listen to them disrespect you because of your blood purity” he smiles weakly and she can’t help but fall further in love with him.

“your soul is the most beautiful thing about you, sirius orion black” she leans forward to press a gentle kiss on his forehead and his face blushes automatically.

she moves to sit on the chair next to sirius’ bed but he grasps her wrists and pulls her closer.

“lay with me please butterfly, i need to know you’re here with me”

she can’t help but feel her heart flutter and she gently cuddles next to him and hums a soft hymn to lull him to sleep, this time her voice is soft and filled with adoration for her beloved.

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[heaven4lostgirls]

can you please do one with Indian reader and Indian James waltzing on main agar kahoon?? They're bestfriends who Love eachother romantically and kinda steamy and while they are dancing everyone is just looking at them in aw

main agar kahoon

indian!james potter x indian!fem!reader word count: 762

a/n: ty for this request i rlly enjoyed writing this, i love giving representation to our desi girls

James Potter was well known in the desi wizarding community not only because of the wealth that the Potters had maintained throughout the wizarding ages but also because he was one of the most sought-after bachelors by the Indian mothers in Britain however only one girl ever captured his eyes. James had known you since your family moved next to his family when he was only 3 years old. Ever since you both had become fast friends, bonding over your shared heritage and constantly never having anyone around your ages at family functions and prayers you attended.

This year you had both attended the Potter’s annual ball they held, and upon Aunty Effie’s insistence it was going to be a cultural ball which meant you and James had both shown up together in ethnic wear. Showing up in a blue lehenga you stood out amongst most of your friends and in James’ eyes you stood out in front of everyone, he could never really wrap his head around the idea that you truly were his girl. James wore, in your opinion, an extremely well fitted black kurta which showed his assets off well.

You arrived with your parents and once they left to say hi to everyone they hadn’t seen since the last ball you made your way to your boyfriend and his friends who were dressed in more modern clothes such as tuxes and dresses. James’ eyes basically resembled hearts as you walked up to him and before you could reach them, he had bent down to press a kiss on your cheek. Saying hello to all of your friends they all complimented your outfit and makeup whilst James stood off smiling happy to show you off to both of your friends.

As Euphemia and Fleamont welcomed everyone to the ball they announced that the family would soon open with a waltz which was an annual tradition. You were always excited to participate ever since you and James first met, normally it would only be Euphemia and Fleamont dancing with little James standing in the middle of them, however since James had met you, he would continuously invite you to dance and you two would twirl and sway in the middle while Effie and Monty danced around you two. That changed after Sirius and Regulus ran away, you would normally slow dance with Reg while James and Sirius swayed in the middle looking like idiots, but you knew they wouldn’t have it any other way. Slowly as years passed the ballroom grew bigger for everyone to fit.

This year was no different as it would now be Effie and Monty, you and James, Sirius and Remus and Regulus and Barty. The opening chords of the song started and you and James both excitedly looked at each other, you had both watched Om Shanti Om more times than you could count, and you could not wait to dance to the song.

James slowly led you to the dance floor and you both took your positions as you waited for the song to start. James gazed into your eyes as the song started and you both floated effortlessly around one another, twirly in synchronised harmony and steps in perfect time all without looking away from each other. Soon sounds in the background had faded away and it was only you and James in the moment as he mouthed the words to you.

Out of the corner of your eye you had seen some of the family step off of the dance floor to watch you and James and some part of you wanted to stop dancing completely out of embarrassment however almost as if James knew what you were thinking he moved his hand from your shoulder to your chin to make you look at him, his blinding smile alone had quelled any anxiety bubbling in your chest. As the song picked up again you both continued to dance whilst hearing your friends softly cheering you both on any time you passed them, you were sure your feet were going to hurt after this but in the moment all you could see was the sun, its beautiful rays basking you in sunlight and warmth.

As you felt the song ending, James and you slowed down before he twirled and dipped you as the big finale before ending it with a kiss. You could hear claps and cheers around the both of you before you both pulled away to look at your friends and family who looked so softly at the both of you.

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