James: *writes in Hindi "Will you let me marry your brother?" on piece of paper and gives the note to Reggie*
Reg: What's that?
James: It means "Did you like your dinner?". You know, we had Indian dinner and I'm teaching you Hind... You can take it and show off to Padfoot.
Reg:Ooo, right * goes * Look, look. New sentence.
Sirius: What does it mean?
Reg: "Did you like your dinner?"
Sirius: Yeah, I did.
James: Write it down, Padfoot.
Sirius, laughing: *writes "Yes" and signs*
James: I HAVE THE CONTRACT SIGNED!
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James writing a letter to Walburga after the black brothers escape to his house: Mrs. Black, I know you are not a huge fan of me.
James: and that is ok, I don't like you either.
James: but if you didn't like me then you're really not going to like me now.
James: because not only am I your older son's best friend....
James: but I'm dating your younger one too.
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Choose - @jegulus-microfic - 344 words
"If you keep staring at Potter he might burst on the spot."
"Shut up Barty."
This was a conversation the duo had multiple times a day, because Regulus couldn't take his eyes off of the barista. In fact, he came to the coffee shop on a daily basis just to ogle him shamelessly.
And Barty enjoyed tagging along and rubbing salt on his friend's wound, amused at his miserable attempts to woo the man telepathically.
Regulus couldn't approach the barista, James, without his face getting as red as a beet. Since the very first time he came through the doors, drenched by the rain and pissed off to his core, just to lay his eyes on the most beautiful man to exist, he's been smitten with him. James was sunshine in a skin suit, his wide smile and crinkly eyes gave Regulus heart palpitations, the type he enjoyed having.
So what if he was too shy to make a move? At least he could feast his eyes upon the beauty that is James Potter, for free.
"You know what, Reggie? I'm sick of this." Said Barty before getting up, walking all the way to the counter, and calling for James.
The traitor leaned towards the barista, mumbled something that made him turn towards Regulus, and gave him a pat on the back before leaving the café altogether.
It only took James a few seconds before he stood, in all his glory, in front of Regulus' table.
"So, your friend there told me you liked me, but were too shy to let me know. Is that true or am I embarrassing myself?"
This was Regulus' last chance, if he didn't do it now, he most likely will never step foot here again from embarrassement. He challenged his inner Sirius, and blurted : " Can I take you out sometimes? For coffee maybe?"
James' smile grew impossibly bigger (how did he do that?) And he replied :
"I'd love that actually! You choose the place, but please, no more coffee."
Regulus was going to give Barty half his inheritance.
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Hi! I'd love a touchy bestfriend! James Potter, where girl reader is cuddling with him on his bed, no bra, wearing his shirt and biker shorts, and then the other Marauders walk in like "wtf?" I know, too specific, sorry. Hope you can do it!
HIII BABES!! Finally back to writing (maybe) hope you enjoy lovess. 🫶🏻 I made this platonic hope that's okay!! If it's not feel free to request again!! Requests are open!! Also omg im so bad at lengething things pls so it's so short im so sorry 🙏🏻 XOXO birdy 💋
Bestfriend!James x Platonic!Reader
Cw: none as usual, no use of y/n, gn!reader, fluff
Despite it beginning to warm up and spring spring blooming the gryffindor tower was quite chilly for the sunny afternoon.
You lay in bed wrapped in James arms, he is basically a space heater so you're warmer than you have been in ages. You're wearing a pair of shorts and his shirt.
Some might think this relationship is oddly romantic—the rest of the marauders in particular—but to you and James this is a regular occurrence.
Having been friends since toddlers your relationship is a very close platonic one. Your mother's being best friends you both often shared a crib during nap time, and spent almost all of your childhood together. Playing in mud, and making a ruckess all over each other's houses. Your parents both sighing when the enevitable time comes when you're tracking mud from the back yard. But cooing when later they would find you both cuddled up in bed.
When you both were sorted into Gryffindor you couldn't be more ecstatic, spending all of your time together. Being bonded at the hip.
James always has a hand on you, specially when you developed some anxiety throughout your years his hand was something that would always ground you in a time of panic. Whether it was rested on your knee or the small of your back, you were always reminded where you were and who you were with.
The door burst open and Sirius came racing in, definitely in a hurry. But stopping dead in his tracks when he notices the position you and James are in.
"Uh hi," Sirius says with an awkward wave. "Am I interrupting anything?" He continues cautiously.
You look up at James and you both start cackling at the look on Sirius' face. It was purely comedic.
"No you're not Pads, it's just cold," James says to him with a grin on his face. You giggle.
"Sure, let's go with that." Sirius says as he quickly grabs what he needs and sprinting out the door.
One last glance at James before you nuzzle back into his chest has you both giggling.
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A cute head cannon: James would never forget his friends birthday, He would have calender with everyones birthday date on it. Not only his friends, anytime someone would tell him their birthday he would add it to the calender and send that person an owl on that day.
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