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hadesrise · 1 year

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𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗬 𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥.

summary ➳ harry noticed you’re not like any other slytherin

pairings ➳ harry james potter x male reader

warnings ➳ fluff, mutual pining, foul language, reader being an adorable slytherin, touch-deprived harry, just the chosen one thirsting over reader lmao, mentions of making out, soft!slytherin reader, pet names ( darling, love )

author’s note ➳ rewatching harry potter made me recall the time when i used to fantasize about two persons from supposedly rival houses falling for each other and saying “fuck it” to their rivalry before making out. yes, it's typical, but i like it just the way it is.

Of all the houses in Hogwarts, it’s well known that Slytherin is the most disliked one due to their personality that doesn’t seem to include kindness regardless of how others treat them. This might have only been a stereotype that students from other houses pushed on Slytherin, but they had a very reasonable excuse for thinking of Slytherins that way because of a particular blonde haired snake and his goons that terrorize anyone and everyone they come across. Not only that, but most people from Slytherin are unpleasant to say the least and Harry can only name a few who aren’t, like Professor Slughorn for example.

So, understandably, Harry thought you’re going to be as unpleasant as other Slytherins too after Hermione accidentally bumped into you and dropped her books to scatter all over the ground. The Golden trio were walking down the hallway leading towards Hagrid’s hut, talking to one another about how Professor Trelawney freaked out again today at Divination, with Hermione carrying books more heavier than usual (the two boys offered to carry them but she refused), before they turned a corner and she collided on a rather hard chest.

She was going to apologize, but her eyes — in sync with Harry’s and Ron’s — landed on the green colored tie with silver stripes, and the blood immediately drained from her face. It’s not like she can’t defend herself, considering she sucker punched Malfoy on the third year, but dealing with a bunch of snakes can be really exhausting sometimes and frankly, she isn’t in the mood to fight with them today.

Without a word, Hermione crouches down to pick up her books. Much to their surprise, the Slytherin knelt down to help her gather the heavier and thicker books Ron and Harry were about to pick up.

When they finally made an effort to look at the unusual Slytherin Hermione bumped into, Harry was surprised to see a very good looking and attractive boy with (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes that seemed to spark under the light. Despite the books being heavy, you carried it easily as if they have the weight of a feather, placing another book on top of them — Harry figured you were reading it before the disaster struck.

“Are these books from Hagrid?”

The Chosen One felt his stomach fill with butterflies and heart suddenly beat rapidly at the sound of your soothing voice.

He was so used to Slytherins having that obnoxiously annoying voice, where he doesn’t know whether to cover his ears or rip them away from the sides of his head. But your voice was, even with a tone deeper than average, smooth and gentle. There was no hint of venom, distaste, unpleasantness, or despise. Just curiosity and interest. Harry also noticed you called Hagrid by his name rather than the awful big oaf other Slytherins call him all the time.

“Oh, uhm... Yes.” It took a while for Hermione to overcome the surprise and provide an answer.

“Interesting,” You hummed quietly. “I should drop by Hagrid and burrow some of his books too. He must have the book of Ancient Magical Creatures.” Muttering to yourself, the Golden trio couldn’t help but crack a smile when you seem to forget for a split second that you weren’t alone.

Gathering some courage, Harry decides to break your little bubble by hesitantly speaking. “Er — excuse me?”

“Yes?” You turn to look and catch his emerald eyes.

“You can come with us if you want. We don’t mind.”

A tiny bit of smile forms on your lips, almost unnoticeable. “With pleasure. Though, I don’t suppose it’s alright for Gryffindors to walk around with Slytherin.” You glanced around, “Some of the people from your house doesn’t tolerate their fellow Gryffindor hanging out with the rival house.”

“I think you’re okay,” Ron says reluctantly.

“If you say so.” Amusement flashes across your eyes. “Also, I’ll carry these books instead.” You didn’t let Hermione protest as you began to walk nonchalantly towards Hagrid’s hut with a slight delay to your steps; Harry figured you were purposely walking slower than your normal pace so it would be easy to walk with your shoulders lining with theirs.

You introduced yourself to them after successfully burrowing a book from Hagrid that you were searching for.

Ever since then, Harry would find himself scanning every classroom he’s in to look for you, taking mental notes of the similar classes you have together, and if you’re nowhere to be seen, he would just attempt to at least catch a glimpse of you in the Great Hall by the Slytherin table. Sometimes, when he’s fortunate enough, your eyes would meet his across the hall and you would give him the faintest of smile before returning to your meal. Other times, when the both of you are free, you would talk with each other for a while until the next class comes.

Spending his time with you made Harry notice things — such as how you’re mostly quiet, which isn’t very common in Slytherin; their loud voices being very distinguishable in the Great Hall explains that. You’re also a bit of a bookworm as he often sees you carrying or reading them around, it made him wonder why you weren’t placed in Ravenclaw, but he suppose being interested in books doesn’t automatically make someone a Ravenclaw. He also noticed the way your facial expression rarely shows rapid or strong emotions, mostly expressing boredom to anyone and anything around you, if not, your face just remains emotionless with a what Harry knew was called resting bitch face. Though, your wonderful eyes do spark seemingly brighter when you’re with him.

Another brilliant thing is finding out you don’t tolerate any of Malfoy’s bullshit.

You seem to disagree with everything the blonde says, which leads to Malfoy spitting some nasty insults in attempt to get under your skin, only to cower away when you raise a brow at him paired with deadly calm expression, which is much scarier than anything in Harry’s opinion. You were definitely not like any other Slytherin he’s ever met.

“Ron, getting a detention at potions isn’t a good reason to set Professor Snape’s office on fire!” Hermione hissed.

“But ‘ermione, he’s horrible!” Retorts Ron and turns to his best friend to plead, “Back me up here, mate!”

However, he doesn’t receive a response as Harry was too busy ogling at a particular someone by the Slytherin’s table, his hand not moving from the parchment that began to be soaked in black ink due to his quill being pressed on it. Ron and Hermione looked at each other questioningly and followed Harry’s gaze, their eyes landing on you eating quietly while ignoring the chaos members from your house were bringing. You almost looked peaceful despite surrounded by loud chattering, laughter, and the clinks of utensils against the plate.

Your patience isn’t high; you often get annoyed easily, but the way you’re unbothered no matter what’s happening around you made it seem like your patience was limitless.

Hermione rolled her eyes after realizing Harry was waiting for you to notice and rolls up the parchment she had before whacking the back of his head with it, successfully snapping him out of his daydream. “What do you think’s gonna happen if you just stare at (Y/n)?”

The Chosen One cleared his throat, taking a glance at you and quickly returning it to his best friends. “What am I supposed to do then? I can’t just walk up to him in front of other Slytherins.”

“I’d rather see you do anything than ogle at him everyday and act like an idiot.” She sighs exasperatedly.

For a boy who survived the Killing Curse and Voldemort’s multiple serious death threats, he was one hell of an annoying dork when it comes to love. He was painfully obvious with his growing crush towards you, even other Gryffindors had begun to suspect it, yet haven’t done anything to change the relationship you two have — sure, it can be called friendship, but Hermione and almost all of their friends could agree it is more than that. They couldn’t honestly contain their frustration at Harry being content with just this.

“It’s no use, Hermione.” Ron whispered when Harry went back to ogling at you. “He says he’s not going to do anything about it unless he’s sure there’s a chance.”

Sighing, the bushy haired girl shakes her head and slumped on her seat defeatedly.

How long do they have to deal with a lovesick Harry?

Searching around the school grounds, Harry finally found you reading by the Black Lake, not caring that your robe might get dirty as you sat on the ground and read another book. It was a windy day that sent calm energy throughout your body, the rustling of leaves and the sound of lake soothing you more than usual, allowing you to focus more on the context of your book. You loved the silence where no voices or other noises can be heard, just the sound of nature slipping into your ears.

Harry slowly approached as to not startle you, but felt himself relax after you pay him no mind and sat down beside where you are. The sky seems brighter than he remembers, with only small particles of cloud littered all around.

“Are you feeling well?” You asked without looking up from your book, and Harry hugs his knees to his chest, watching the wind cause waves of water on the lake.

“Better now that I found you.” The seemingly flirtatious sentence was uttered in complete sincerity and seriousness that even Harry himself didn’t expect. The tip of his ears turned bright red in increasing embarrassment as you snapped your eyes to him, seeing an adorable blush spread rapidly across his cheeks, avoiding eye contact with you at all costs.

You hum, slamming the book shut. Harry was now staring straight ahead at the lake, as if there was something interesting in it, making amusement appear on your usually expressionless face. “Look at you blushing, Potter. So adorable.” You whispered the last part, almost teasingly, and he blushes even more.

“Well, you’re adorable as well.” Harry dares meeting your eyes. His heart bangs even more loudly in his chest after seeing the almost loving look in them, finding himself admiring you.

All playfulness leaves your face as you stare into each other’s eyes with a mirroring hint of adoration. You shift to lean back on one of your hand while the other rise to brush a hair out of Harry’s forehead, before cupping his cheek, admiring the way his emerald eyes sparked under the warm sunlight. This is your first time seeing his face close and having the time to focus on his features more; you knew Harry was attractive the moment you set eyes on him, but you realized he looked almost ethereal at this point, making your heart flutter.

“Your eyes are really captivating,” You muttered, barely audible but reached Harry’s ears nonetheless.

He chuckled breathlessly, “I got it from my mum.”

“She must’ve been such a wonderful woman then.”

Your thumb gently rubbed his cheek and Harry couldn’t help but lean to your touch and close his eyes. He’s been touch-deprived for long, being touched with care and gentleness made him weak in the knees easily. A coo escape from your lips; an unlikely sound for Slytherin to make. Before Harry could process what was happening, you had set aside your book and pulled him to your lap, settling him between your legs. Harry blinks, surprised.

“I’m seriously soft for you, Potter. Too adorable.” You sigh, burying your hand through his dark locks and softly scratching his scalp.

Getting over his initial shock, Harry relaxed and made himself comfortable, letting his body rest against yours as he laid his head on your chest. It worried him that you might hear his rapidly beating heart, but honestly couldn’t bring himself to care when you were being so generous, holding him, playing with his hair. If others were to see you and him like this, they would certainly assume it’s the end of the world for two rival houses to be cuddly with each other when they usually spit hatred.

Though, after meeting you, Harry had begun to believe not all Slytherins are bad — it’s just that people, including himself, unfairly stereotyped them as a bunch of evil-doers only because of the choices that older people from Slytherin made in the past, which the young Slytherins are definitely not in control of. There are questionable Slytherins like Malfoy and his goons, but they’re not a reason for others to start generalizing that all students from the snake house is evil.

Slowly and albeit hesitantly, Harry wraps his arms around your back and nuzzles your chest. You’re absolutely different from other Slytherin members, but he still found it odd that a Slytherin is this nice and affectionate, especially when you’re usually quiet and socially distant, preferring to be alone with slightest bit of annoyance directed at your fellow housemates.

Closing his eyes as sleepiness start to fall over his eyelids, the Chosen One wondered why you’re only doing this with and to him. He’s never seen you with anyone before, and when he did, you always maintained clear distance from them, as if they held contagious disease. It made him feel special in any way, but also confused.

“(Y/n)?”

His sleepy voice make you chuckle softly. “Hmm?”

“Why are you so affectionate with me?”

Your hand playing with his hair abruptly stops, and for a second Harry thought he made a mistake of mentioning it. However, relief floods him when you went back to massaging his scalp. “Isn’t it obvious, Potter?”

He shakes his head. Don’t want to assume.

Silence falls as you stop your hand again. Curiosity of your expression plaguing his mind, Harry opens his eyes and looks up without moving from his laying position — his breath almost stopping when he came across a very loving gaze staring at him like he was the entire universe. His heart swell as heat rushes to his cheeks. He attempted to hide his face by burying it on your chest, but you held him still, hand cupping his cheek once again.

You don’t even give him time to react before you captured his lips on yours, practically stealing Harry’s breath away. Just a gentle kiss on the lips, but enough to make his brain fuzzy.

Pulling away before he could reciprocate, you smiled. Not a forced one, but genuine and coming from the bottom of your heart. “Does that answer your question, Harry?”

Despite the fluttering of his heart and the urge to jump up and down in pure joy, Harry pouts. “Not enough.”

You chuckled. “I need to be persuasive then.”

Needless to say, you both missed the next class making out by the Black Lake and not caring about getting caught.

Ron and Hermione were freaked out. The reason lies with Harry, who’s been in an awfully good mood the entire day to the point even Malfoy can’t get through him and he began noticing some good qualities in some of the Slytherin members. Don’t get them wrong, Harry being in a good mood is great because the boy deserves a day without constantly fighting for his life and feeling like everyone’s against him, but attempting to find the good qualities even in Malfoy? That’s when the two gets really concerned.

When lunch break comes around, Harry was still in a brilliant mood, smiling to himself because of whatever merlin knows. Ron and Hermione shares a look as they continue to eat, observing their best friend who began to look for you in the Slytherin table, his smile immediately widening after he sees you.

Hermione turns around just in time for you to look up from the foods and meet Harry’s eyes. Unexpectedly, a soft smile appears on your lips as you wave at him, not caring when your housemates see it. Harry chuckled, waving back, before you returned to eating your food in silence. The three of them witnessed Malfoy mutter something that caused you to roll your eyes and smack the back of his head with the book you were reading before.

“So,” Ron began after he and Hermione looked back at Harry. “Is there something you’re not telling us, ‘arry?”

The said boy only raised his eyebrows, unable to contain his grin.

“Come on, Harry!” Hermione urged.

Before anyone could respond, however, someone took a seat on the empty space beside Harry — turning their heads, they were surprised to see you there.

“Hello, love.” Harry almost melted at the pet name. You gave his best friends a polite smile, “Excuse him from your conversation for a moment, Hermione, Ron.”

“Of course, go ahead.” Neither of them could honestly deny a polite Slytherin no matter how much they want to.

“What is it?” Harry questioned, more than welcome to talk with you. However, you seem to have a different idea in mind as you leaned in without a word and captured his lips in a lingering kiss, hearing gasps erupt from multiple places — mainly Ron, Hermione, any Gryffindor who were wondering why a Slytherin paid Harry Potter a visit, Malfoy, his goons, and some other Slytherins who just happened to catch the moment. Few students from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw had their mouths open in shock as well.

There was a smug look on your face when you pulled away, smirking at Malfoy who was previously babbling some nonsense that you couldn’t possibly like Potter and are probably just using him. By the looks of it, you had succeeded in proving the blonde ferret wrong.

“What was that for?” Harry asked breathlessly. You caught him off guard.

“Oh, nothing. Just proving to gits that Gryffindor and Slytherin are sometimes compatible if it’s with the right person.” You shrugged, resting an elbow on the table and putting your chin on the palm of your hand. “In short, I wanted to prove people wrong who says we can’t be together since you’re a Gryffindor as I am a Slytherin.”

“Wait, someone told you that?”

“Rumors of us being seen making out by the Black Lake travels fast,” You sipped on Harry’s pumpkin juice, which he didn’t mind even the slightest as he blushed, avoiding Ron’s and Hermione’s wide and intrigued eyes. “One little bird from Ravenclaw thought it’d be wise to practically squeal it in the hallways that the rumor’s impossible because of our houses rivalry.”

You snort, “As if we give a fuck about that.”

For the first time, Harry actually saw the Slytherin in you.

And he wasn’t going to complain, not when you’re not like any other.

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staticradiodotcom · 8 days

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Awkward!Remus Lupin Headcannons

AN: I have been down bad for this man and some people make him way too confident. so i present, Biblically accurate remus.

Tags: Remus Lupin x Gn!Reader, Smut, possibly angst??, Innocent!Remus.

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SFW

This man trips over his own feet constantly. He does it atleast four times a day.

Consistently flustered, No matter how many times you call him pretty or handsome he always turns red. He just can’t understand how someone like you can view him as good looking.

Always willing to help you with any problem, no matter how hard.

This man gets flustered when you kiss him in public. again, he doesn’t understand why someone like you would want to be seen openly with him.

Loves holding your hand while you walk to and from classes.

He thoroughly enjoys playing with your hair while he’s focused on a task. His hands always have to be doing something.

You had to teach him how to kiss at first. he has improved massively since you started dating.

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NSFW

It will take months for this man to become confident enough to dominate you, he needs to be completely comfortable and trust you undeniably before he even attempts.

Fumbles. The first time you two tried anything you had to guide him on where to touch you and how to do it. (After your first time he started researching how to get better)

He is packing a lot of inches for someone who is so nerdy. (Smart boys have the biggest cocks-) doesn’t mean he knows how to use it.

He focus’s a lot more on your pleasure than his own.

The first time he gave you head he was sloppy, it was a direct contrast between his usual calm and stoic persona.

The first time he made you cum he acted like a kid at christmas. Smiling proudly as his fingers continued to work you through your orgasm.

Loves to reward you. anything you want. all you have to do is ask.

If he’s comfortable enough with you, he’ll try anything you want to do. He’s a firm ‘i’ll try anything atleast once’ kind of guy.

Will melt if you praise him for his intelligence during the act.

Will also melt if you degrade him for his intelligence during the act. it’s a win win for him.

The first time you gave him a handjob he was over in minutes. he also thought about it for weeks.

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AN: lost motivation for this so it’s been sitting in my drafts for a while

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crazyyluvr · 27 days

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Hello! I have a request if that's okay? Could you maybe do a James Potter x male!reader (with the reader being Ravenclaw) where they end up being partnered together in potions and afterwards James is like 'shit. I think I might be gay.'

Basically where the reader is his gay awakening haha

pairing: james potter x male!ravenclaw!reader

summary: in which James never knew men could be so attractive until he gets paired up with you in a Potions activity.

genre: fluff, gay awakening, crushing

wc: 2.1k

warning/s: cursing, reader is a little taller than james, he/him pronouns, gay panic, james is a lil shy here, potion nonsense that i made up on the spot, reader is good in potions, mention of boobs lmao

note: oooh, interesting request anon. i like it. i hope you enjoy!!

oneshot under the cut :: not edited

James Potter was dying.

No, not literally. But he did feel like he was literally dying.

This is what a painful death felt like, didn't it? The inability to properly take in air, the painful pounding of his racing heart, the stumble of his tongue as he tried and failed to properly speak.

On the contrary, James Potter was not just dying. He was dying of embarrassment.

Let's rewind a little bit for some context.

Gryffindor and Ravenclaw were stuck in the dungeons of a double Potions class together. As usual, James sat beside his friend Sirius Black, and as usual, they were noisy with sniggers and poorly muted whispers.

"Black, Potter, do you have something that you'd like to share?" Professor Slughorn called to the two boys sitting in the back after a wheeze from Sirius was too loud for the professor to ignore.

"No sir, we're — we're fine," James said, sounding slightly out if breath from containing his laughter at a joke Sirius had made. "Just a little hot in here, isn't it?"

Slughorn sighed. "It's less hot here in the front, Potter, so why don't you switch with Shelby here?"

The girl sitting beside you perked up at the mention of her name, looking back and blushing when she realized that she was going to be sitting beside Sirius Black.

"On the contrary sir, I think I feel slightly colder already," James grinned. "I'm fine with staying at the back."

"I insist, Potter," Slughorn held a strained smile, displaying the fact that James had no choice but to follow.

The boy sighed, giving Sirius an exaggerated mournful look before picking up his things and walking over to the now vacant seat in the front, messing up his hair along the way out of habit.

He set his things down beside his chair and slumped into it, sparing a glance at his new seatmate. "Hello. I guess you're stuck with me for today," James said quietly, not wanting to disrupt Slughorn's lesson again.

You turned to face him, giving him a small smile. "I guess so. Nice to meet you."

James nodded, and you looked away to jot down some notes as Slughorn wrote on the board.

James did a double take, his brain just processing the face he saw.

Woah, he's handsome.

He couldn't stop himself from looking at you again, taking in your features from the side; your focused eyes, your cheeks, your jawline, your lips.

James had to make himself blink twice to snap himself out of his trance. I'm straight. So what if he's handsome? I'm handsome too.

"Now that we're done with our lesson, you will use the rest of the period to brew a simple Sleeping Draught with your seatmate," Slughorn announced. "Go through your books for the procedure, and don't hesitate to ask me any questions you may have."

With a wave of his wand, a cauldron appeared on the side of each pair's table. "The ingredients are in the cupboard behind me," he continued, waving his wand once more to open the cupboard doors. "You may begin."

James went to stand up, but you put a hand on his shoulder to stop him. He looked at you and saw that you got to your feet. "I'll go get the ingredients. Can you partially fill the cauldron with water and heat it up please?" You asked.

"Uh — sure," James responded, making you smile and pat his shoulder twice before leaving with you Potions book in hand.

James stared after you, shook his head to focus. You gave him a task, and he had the weird goal to not let you down. He muttered “aguamenti” under his breath and water spilled out of the tip of his wand, filling the the cauldron. He flicked his wand upward to stop the flow once the water was halfway.

He ignited a fire under the cauldron and stayed standing over it, watching bubbles appear in the water.

“I’m back,” you greeted, gently putting down the ingredients on the empty part of their table.

James turned his head to look at you, his breath hitching when he noticed that you had a few inches over him, the top of his head reaching a little bit above your eyebrows.

He watched you pull the sleeves of your uniform upwards to your elbows, revealing your forearms. He swallowed with difficulty.

Get your head in the game, Potter, James thought, mentally slapping himself. He’s just a random boy from Ravenclaw whose taller than you and has really nice arms. Big deal.

“I’ll cut the ingredients up, you put them in the cauldron and follow the stirring. Is that okay?” You asked, giving him a glance before you put the ingredients on the cutting board in front of you.

“You’re doing an awful lot of work, huh?” James said, chuckling breathily, making you laugh slightly in response.

“Stirring properly and putting the ingredients in is also important, is it not?” You smiled teasingly, cutting the plant root with as much accuracy as possible.

He watched your fingers glide over the root and how the veins on the back of your palm popped to life when you gripped the knife.

Holy shit, James, control yourself, the messy-haired boy scolded himself. Think boobs. Boobs!

“Are you ready for the Quidditch match tomorrow?” You asked, attempting to break the semi-awkward silence between you two.

“Ah,” James remembered that Gryffindor had a match against Hufflepuff. In truth, he wasn't all that worried about it, since he's seen their Seeker and he isn't much (NO HATE ON HUFFLEPUFF, I LOVE HUFFLEPUFF <33).

"I think I'm ready," James said after a moment of silence. "I don't feel all that worried about it," he grinned, sending the boy a wink. Why he did that when he normally only did it to girls (with the exception of his own friend group) he had no idea why. I guess being with you made him full of even more surprises.

You rolled your eyes playfully at him. "Sure." You handed him the chopping board with your evenly cut plant roots on it. "Time for you to shine, Mister Potter. Pour it and stir it properly."

James took the board with an exaggerated bow. "It's my pleasure, good sir." He tossed the roots in the boiling cauldron almost carelessly, some of the water splashing onto the back of his hand.

You, who was supposed to be grinding some mineral to powder, immediately set down your mortar and pestle to check on the boy who winced in pain as the hot water made contact with his skin.

"Be careful!" You scolded, gently grabbing his hand and examining it. "It's not that bad of a burn, but we're gonna have to rinse it with warm water."

James nodded dumbly, the pain numbing slightly as soon as his hand made contact with yours.

Soft hands, he noted.

You dragged him over to the sink on the other side of the room and let the faucet run for a little while before guiding his hand under the running water, your focus blinding you from James's stare.

I'm straight. I'm straight. Straight as a wand.

"Does it hurt, Potter?"

"James," He answered absentmindedly.

"What?"

"Call me James. Not Potter."

You looked up, his big brown eyes staring at you behind round, silver-rimmed glasses. "Okay, James," he totally did not shiver at the sound of his first name rolling off your tongue, "does it hurt?"

James shook his head. "It feels way better now."

"Are you sure?" You questioned, brows creasing in concern.

"Yeah — yep, I'm fine," he answered, his eyes unblinking as he maintained eye contact with you despite his small stumble over his own words. "We can just continue brewing the potion, yeah?"

Which brings us to the present moment, where he felt like he was dying.

"Okay, as long as you're sure..." You said, not entirely convinced but letting it slide for now.

You pulled down your sleeve on one arm to use it to wipe the extra water that lingered on his hand before letting it go entirely. James was already missing the warmth.

"Let's head back," you said, checking your watch as you turned around to return to your table and to resume your tasks of preparing the ingredients.

Your work commenced in silence. Your potion was a little messed up from the lack of stirring and addition of the other ingredients, but it wasn't unsalvageable. You just added some bark and leaves to balance it out a little.

You hesitantly handed the ingredients to James, worried that he was going to hurt himself again, but this time he was gentle, smiling at you victoriously as if not getting burned again was an accomplishment — which it was, you guess.

"You're stirring too quickly, James," you said, laughing slightly at his somewhat aggressive stirring.

"It didn't say that speed mattered," he replied cheekily, continuing his ministrations.

You sighed, shaking your head slightly with a smile on your face as you took a step towards him and grabbed his stirring hand, the one that wasn't burned. James eyes widened a fraction at the contact, but said nothing.

"Slow down," you murmured, guiding his hand to a much slower pace compared to the one he had set moments before. "No need to rush."

James didn't reply, too busy trying to tame the redness of his cheeks. In order to guide him, you had to stand close behind him, your chest grazing his back and your breath fanning his ear and part of his neck. Goosebumps trailed over the skin that your hot breath caressed.

"'Stir clockwise until potion turns a light shade of blue,'" you read from the instructions in your book. "What do you think, James? Is our potion ready yet?" You hummed the question almost directly in his ear.

This damn man. No way is he not doing this on purpose.

"It — No, not yet," He said, mentally whacking himself in the back of his head for his stammering.

"Alright, we keep stirring then."

You could have let go of his hand already and let him stir on his own, but you didn't. You kept your hand over his, clutching it in a gentle grip, until your potion turned from purple into a light blue.

You smiled. James, for some reason, could feel that smile despite not seeing it. It tingled in the back of his brain.

"Okay, we're done."

You let go of his hand, moving to the side to grab a dropper and a vial. James pulled the stirrer out of the cauldron and set it aside, watching you collect some of your potion and putting it in the vial.

"The Sleeping Draught can be deadly in large amounts," you said, collecting more of the potion as a bit of your Ravenclaw brain slipped out. "If you take too much of it, your calming sleep will also turn into an endless one."

You put down the dropped and took a stopper to seal the vial. You looked up at James with a smile that James could only interpret as mischievous. "Everything can kill you if you have too much of it, don't you agree?"

You don't wait for him to reply before going to the front and placing your vial in the empty rack on Slughorn's table, holding a small conversation with Slughorn before returning to get your things.

"We can leave early," you informed James, grinning. You shouldered your bag and adjusted your blue tie to not choke you as much, the hot atmosphere of the Potions room getting to you a little. "See you around, James."

You left him staring at your back, mouth slightly open and eyes wide.

Sirius passed him to get some ingredients his partner forgot to retrieve earlier and noticed his dumbfounded expression. "You good, Prongs? What happened to your hand?" He asked, looking at James's hand as he raised it to ruffle his own hair.

"Pads," he said, his voice cracking slightly. "Pads, I think I'm in love."

"Huh?" He followed his best mate's gaze, catching a glimpse of your uniform before you disappeared completely. Sirius looked back at the bespectacled boy with a cheeky grin on his face.

"Nah mate, I think you just got your gay awakening. Welcome to the club, Prongs."

"Yeah..." James's eyes were still fixed on the doorway where you once were, before his eyes snapped to Sirius's when his words fully processed in his brain. "Wait, you're gay??"

Sirius shrugged. "I'd be disappointed in myself if I wasn't," he joked, clapping James on the back. "You got good taste for your first boy crush," Sirius said before leaving James to his unpacked things and his own thoughts.

Can't argue with Padfoot about that: I definitely got good taste in men for my first guy crush...

#james potter #james potter x reader #james potter x male reader #marauders #marauders x reader #marauders x male reader #marauders era #sirius black #male reader #harry potter

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junipermonkey · 1 year

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Subjames ¹⁸⁺

|Needy After Practice|

Subjames, making out, No!mommy kink, p in v, dryhumping, male moans, hair pulling, rough, slight noncon (maybeidk), dacryphilia, cream pie, overstimulated, multiple orgasms, size kink?

James had just finished his long quidditch practice. Already showered in the locker rooms and eager to make it back to his single head boy dorm knowing you would be there waiting for him. You had promised before he left that afternoon to be his room when he finished practice.

When James came in you were already sitting there pretty on the chair of his desk looking through a muggle magazine. Your legs on display with your boy short underwear on and baby tee. At the notice of James’ presence you stood up the closing the door for him as he was unable to with his hands full with quidditch gear.

“Hey Jami-” When you closed the door he dropped the gear in a clutter, taking your hips in his hands and kissing you only allowing a second for you to kiss him back before he pulled away ducking he head down. His lips hovering beneath your jawline and teeth against it roughly kissing the your neck. You took a sharp intake of air.

“You’re gonna leave a mark” you breathed but standing slightly on your toes to give him more room.

“Mhmm” James mumbled against your throat.

His hands moved up to your waist and gave a harsh squeeze before letting go of your neck and moving up to your ear. “Need you” James said throatily with desperation in his tone bringing you body to lay flat on him and a gentle unintentional thrust on your hip in need.

You moved his head level with yours and crashed your lips against his. James let you take all the dominance in the kiss. Your hands reaching into his damp hair and wanking it as if to bring your faces impossibly closer. You smirked against his lips as he hummed meekly into you mouth. Both of you walked in union still making out until you knees touched the edge of the bed. Moving your hands away from his hair and down to his waist you allowed yourself to fall back into the bed bringing him down with you.

Your knees bent and legs open to let James rest his clothed cock snug in your center. James continued on kissing you, unable to refrain himself from rocking his hips into yours. He only stops when you push his shoulders up letting him rest above you. His look was innocent as if waiting for instruction though his eyes still hooded in lust.

“Take it off” you said and watched as James frantically stood pulling off his shirt and fumbling with his pants and underwear trying to jump out of them as fast as possible, kicking off his shoes before climbing onto the bed sitting on his calves.

Watching as you took off your shirt and bra. Listening as you told him to take off your underwear. Lifting your hips and narrowing your legs to aid him.

The second your panties were gone you wrapped your legs around his waist causing him to fall over you. His only support being his elbows in line with your head.

Your lips met again and this time with more need. James lips were sloppy against yours. Your bare cunt and his hard cock rubbed together. His precum lubricated head catching onto your clit with each rock.

Grabbing his waist you position him so his dick pushed into you. His head fell into the crevice of your neck at the movements letting out breathily moans.

“Please, please” James didn’t know what he was asking for as your hands on his waist guided him in thrusting into you. The thrust were slow making him pull out almost completely before sliding in so deep that it was as if he was trying to get balls deep into you. Your hot skin pressed close onto each other, you boobs smashed by his toned chest.

You let him use you as he deperatly rutted in trying to milk his cock into you pussy. You moaned at how deep he was and the intensity of the moment.

“Pleas- I just- let me” he sounded as if he was crying in pleasure.

It happened in a second you were to close to even understand the movement. James pulled out off you, your hands falling from his waist. His big hands grabbed onto your waist almost incasing your stomach whole and flipping you over to lay on your stomach. His having a iron grip on your lower waist pushing you impossibly in to mattress. Your word muffled by the pillows. He pushed back into your dripping pussy with a chocked moan.

Though his movement should have held dominance. They did not. His overwhelming pleasure and need to feel you deeper over took him. The slow thrusts not meant to tease him did just that.

James overwhelming emotions consumed his trance of need to fill you, need for release, need to be closer to you, need. And guilt filling him of using his strength against you to take you in such a way.

“I’m sorry , I just mfmm…” he was quivering above you. His mind in a haze. He was pounding into your cunt with pure animalistic instinct. It was all to much for him. His cock destoring your hole.

You came the first time in a haze your pussy cleching and spasming at his powerful thrusts. James continued unable to stop himself rutting into you pussy with desperation. The overstimulated was. To much. For you and your body thrashed to get out of his hard grip. Your cheching only causing him to pin you even more painfully into the bed.

James was had tears brimming his eyes. Moans leaving his mouth loudly and broken apologies. He trying to pound into you harder, push himself deeper into you, get impossibly closer. You were filling all his sense. The tightness of you cunt was far to much for him.

James let out a loud wine as he fell on top of you biting your neck. “M’sorry” you could feel his harsh thrust stuttering and falling into a feverish pace. His cock twitching inside of you as you let your self cum for a second time around his cock this orgasm longer than the first.

His moans didn’t stop no pauses in between them that sounded more like cries. His cum filled you to the brim as if it couldn’t stop coming and his thrust had to stop at how tight you were squeezing him. He breathed out unable to pull out of you at the overstimulated of any moment to his cock.

You let out a sigh as he pulled away laying next to you. Finally taking in his appearance and his red rimmed eyes he couldn’t stop himself letting the tears fall. You reassured him you understood as he held you tightly.

Requested are open!

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kingofvipers · 6 months

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Marauders Incorrect Quotes #1

Lily: We fight so much not even our friends want us around

M/n: James is NOT my friend, I only tolerate Remus. No one likes Peter and Sirius is technically a pet!

Sirius: woof

#harry potter #marauders #x male y/n #funny #incorrect quotes #x teen!reader #marauders era #marauders x reader #marauders incorrect quotes #sirius black #remus lupin #lily evans #james potter #peter pettigrew

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arriansarchive · 10 months

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Harry potter being an absolute brat (while trying to be subtle in front of your friends) but you can see through his act, so you need to put him in his place... maybe with degradation and edging involved. I love your writing btw :)

Sub!Brat!Harry Potter/Dom!Male!Reader

THANK YOU YOUR AMAZING

I hope my take on this is suitable because I really love the prompt

You didn't specify gender, so I made reader a guy

More eighth year shenanigans

Words: 1389

Reader I guess is a Gryffindor in this? It could be seen as any id think

Please if anybody else actually sees this; I'm begging you to request. I love peoples requests. I need to fulfill my duties

I got my amazing friend's help on this with deciding some things, so he is now a part of Arrian inc. (bad joke yes)

And anon I'm sorry but this might not seem like Harry's being subtle or anything I just didn't know how to incorporate that

I might've bent your request a little. I'm really sorry, but it turned out in an orgasm denial after edging

Okay okay ur great anon thank you sm

Oh also I've upgraded and I said cock one time in this story. Be proud of me

Summary: It is up above this for the basic rundown

The big halls of Hogwarts seemed more empty than usual as you walked down with Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Neville.

You all were talking about the new Herbology assignment. All of you meaning Hermione, Neville and you with Harry putting in a snide comment to you ever once in a while.

To any other person it might seem like he was in a bad mood or didn't want to do the assignment, but you knew it was something different.

"Y/N, what plant are you going to do your project on?" Hermione asked.

Harry decided to snicker and say, "He's probably just going to cheat off of you again."

You looked at him with a puzzled expression. You had never cheated off of Hermione, and she knew that well. You were a top student too after all.

This comment just made curiosity as well as a little anger spark in the bottom of your stomach. You wondered why he was acting like this.

You had known Harry since first year, and he admitted he was in love with you in your fifth year. Neither of you have told anybody yet, though. You pushed it off as just waiting for the right time, but now your not so sure.

"Harry, what are you talking about? He's never cheated off of me, and I know that because he doesn't need to." She cocked an eyebrow at him.

"He's just the type."

You decided you've had your fill of Harry's nonsense and tried to confront him. "What's your deal? I'm right here."

Harry just looked at you out of the corner of his eye with an evil, sinister smirk present on his face.

Neville apparently started to feel the awkward tension and stuttered his goodbye before going into the library, Hermione following. Ron made an excuse that he was heading to the cafeteria for more pumpkin juice made by the elves and split as well.

"Now it's only you and me, so you can tell me now." You opened a door into the abandoned boys bathrooms, ducked in, and locked the door.

He looked at you with venom in his eyes, but there was also something you couldn't place. His expression looked uncomfortable.

"I don't have anything to tell you." He spat.

You finally felt your patience give out, and you shot forward and pinned him to the back of the empty wall. It was kind of disgusting in that bathroom, but it would have to do.

"I'm getting sick of this bratty ass behavior. Can you just tell me already?" You leaned into his ear, so he could hear your lustful whispers.

He chuckled that ended in a small whine whenever you reached your hand down into his black pants and pulled his waistband to snap back onto the flushed skin.

"Is this really what you wanted that entire time?" You sneered, scoffing whenever he nodded. "You really can't keep it in your pants for a walk to our dorms?"

"It seems not." Harry shrugged under your intense grip.

"Don't sass me, whore." You hissed.

He bit his lip harshly and tried to snake one of his hands under your belt and into your uniform, but you swatted it away.

"What the hell?" Harry's eyebrows furrowed.

You stared at him intensely. "Get your cock out if I have to do this."

"Make me."

You pretended to ponder over this for a moment before diving in and biting him hard on the neck. You like to think vampires aren't real, but if they were you definitely have some genes in you.

He groaned out and struggled to get one of his hands free. You realized he was reaching for his wand, so you let one of his hands go.

Harry gripped his wand with shaking fingers. "Silencio!" He called out, his voice trembling.

You heavily doubted that anybody would hear or try to come into the lonesome bathroom, but you were glad that he actually thought about it since you didn't.

You took the wand roughly out of Harry's hand and threw it down on the sink beside him.

"Now take it out or else I'll leave you here like this. I would've been much nicer if you had just waited" You said angrily.

He obliged this time and pulled his pants and boxers down to his thighs. He winced at the cold and clammy bathroom air hitting him.

You grabbed a hold on him and stroked up and down quickly. You swore you saw Harry's eyes roll back into his head.

"Fuck, Y/N." He muttered.

He twitched in your hand a few times, beads of pre-cum leaking onto your hand slowly. You raised your hand in front of his face and with your other you forced his mouth open and shoved your wet fingers in. He whined through at the loss of friction.

He gagged around your fingers a few times before you took your hand out, a string of saliva threading yourselves together.

"You think that'll suffice?" You ask and held up your hand for him to see.

He nodded furiously and tried to shove your hand back down to him, but you ripped your hand away from him.

"Fuck this, Harry." You said, wiped your hand on your shirt, and walked to the bathroom door.

"No, please!" He shouted after you.

You unlocked the door and walked out briskly. The rapid footsteps behind you signalled that he had put himself away, and he was coming to find you.

That only made you walk faster.

Now, you had no intention to actually leave him that way. You just wanted to make him work for it (and embarrass him for it).

He pleaded after you, but you refused to listen to his desperate begs until you both got to your dorms.

The stairs seemed to take forever, and you were starting to get desperate yourself. Harry finally caught up to you after a few minutes of struggle and began to curse you and your entire bloodline

You reached the common room after five minutes of ignoring him, and you immediately grabbed his wrist to start pulling him to the prefect dorm rooms.

At this time of day the prefects were out doing duties, so you had no doubt that nobody would come in.

"Shut the fuck up." You demanded and started to take his cloak and shirt off.

He grumbled at the buttons that ended up flying off whenever you were doing your relentless heist to get his shirt off but stopped as soon as you bent down.

He was red and seeping, so it excited you to no end. You kissed it, and he moaned lightly. Harry was deathly sensitive from your earlier encounter.

Eventually after licking stripes along the edges and making him beg a little you took the tip in your mouth and sucked vigorously.

He moaned out in practical agony at the edging you were submitting him to. You would drag your lips up and down him painfully slowly.

"Please let me cum, Y/N." Harry whined.

"I will later." You rolled your eyes dismissively.

You hollowed out your cheeks and wrapped your hand around the length that you couldn't quite reach.

He groaned and gripped your hair as you started to get faster, allowing his release to come closer and closer.

He whispered something almost unintelligible if you weren't so close. "I'm gonna cum."

That was your signal to pull off quickly. He watched in horror as it looked like he came, but he didn't feel anything. The white liquid spurted out in globs, but the orgasm never came.

You smiled devilishly at him and stood up quickly. He looked at you in denial at what you were doing.

You kissed him on the cheek lightly, walking away from Harry.

"Hey, where are you going?" He questioned irritatedly.

You shrugged and grinned. "I gave you what you wanted. You came."

He looked on in disbelief as you walked out of the opened door and into the dorm rooms, snickering loudly.

"If you touch yourself at all your going without me for two weeks!" You called.

Whenever you heard him groan in protest, you felt accomplished enough to go down to the cafeteria and take some stuff from the house elves.

Overall, a day well done.

#harry potter x male reader #harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter x you #harry potter x y/n #harry james potter

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stilesb0 · 5 months

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Snuggly Harry Potter and Y\N L\N.

(Pronouns used For reader: They\Them\Theirs)

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Harry James potter and Y\N L\N, the most openly affectionate couple in hogwarts. (Besides that time Lavender & Ron Dated and the couples who are shoving each other o against walls.)

Everyone knows Harry’s Touch starved, both parents dead and the Dursleys being people who only focus on themselves. So, students aren’t surprised when they see Harry latched on to Y\N somehow, holding their hand or arm, having his arms wrapped around their waste, no matter how shorter or taller they are compared to him. It’s also quite common to see Y\N giving Harry piggybacks, even if he does start to get a little heavy.

Other Students haven’t really seen the chosen one and his partner kiss before, they leave that for when they’re alone or with close friends. Some students even assume that they’re just really close friends, the embarrassment they feel when they ask out Harry or Y\N in front of each other is adorable, seeing the un-informed student turn red in the face or become a laughing mess as they apologise furiously.

Harry and Y\N are the type of couple that do everything together but also don’t. If one wanted to do something and the other didn’t they’d split off and meet each other at the end of the day where they just snuggle together.

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I didn’t know what to call this. Also- I was bored and just felt like writing something weird and possibly out of character?

#harry james potter #harry potter x y/n #harry potter x you #harry potter x reader #harry potter #hp x reader #x gn reader #x nonbinary reader #x fem reader #x male reader #canon x reader #x reader

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starstruckwillows · 2 years

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james potter and cuddling <3

♡ don't go yet - j.p ♡

this is more a blurb lol <3 @sw34terw34ther

starstruckwillows 🂱

pairing; james potter x reader

category; pure fluff

summary; james is a cuddlebug. end of.

warnings/content; none

other; none

james potter was a very strong guy.

quidditch and pranks and his endless energy had buffed him up, and he could utilize his strength for practical tasks.

he chose, however, to use that power to prevent you from leaving his embrace, whining about how it didn't matter if you missed your event.

"james, babe, i'm gonna be late." you huffed, smiling, and trying to wiggle out.

and trying to ignore the smell of his linen fabric softener tempting you to give up and spend the day like that.

he buried his head into your neck, "nah."

"yes!"

"nope."

"james."

"y/n."

he persisted until you went slack, relaxing in his grip and he grinned, with a contended sigh, falling back to a hazy sleep.

as james let his eyes shut and his arms loosen their hold, you took the chance of defenseless to dart up and into the bathroom.

indignantly, "hey!"

"sorry jamie," you began but he cut you off, as you heard him trudge over to the door, "you are not forgiven. i want to cuddle."

"later." you promise.

a beat of silence. you giggle, turn on the tap, and start brushing your teeth.

then a grunt, "fine."

and he's back in bed, asleep, with a pillow clutched to his chest, by the time you leave the bathroom.

you tucked a bookmark into the 'quidditch through the ages' he'd started reading before dozing off, placing it on the night stand as you pressed a kiss to his forehead and gently shut the door behind you.

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lu-vin-it · 1 year

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𝗝𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗣𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝘁 𝗮 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹

── ⋅⋅⋅ ────꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱───────

𝗕𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 33, but there is some dialogue not counted.

𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘀 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱: All (Any time theres a pronouns used it says he/she/they)! <3

A/N: Has some cliches *swoons* also not proofread so if you see any mistakes lmk

Okay so I was thinking this is like 7th year, and James is starting to lose hope on Lily.

The christmas ball is announced and he asks her and she says no so he asks her again and she says no and he ends up giving up around the fourth try

So he goes to the ball alone just sort of hanging out with Remus and Sirius who went together

You always sort of kept a low profile at school, you were a Hufflepuff and never really stood out

You got good grades, never had detention, etc

You had a few friends, and of course your best friend, Manon

She was the one to convince you to not only go all out for the Christmas ball but also to even go.

“Please, Y/N! It’d be so fun, we’ll be together the entire time, and we’ll dance together, and gossip, and- oh my merlin- who else am I going to criticize others with?” She begged, literally on her knees in front of the couch you were reading on.

“I don’t know, Manon, I’d have to buy (a) dress/dress robes and I’d probably never even wear it/them again so…”

“So you can rent one/some! I’ll help you get some that make you the best dressed there! And you’ll shock people, and then you’ll get asked to dance, oh my.. this is an amazing idea.. please, Y/N!” You take one look at her and cave, letting out a big sigh, you nod.

“Okay, fine, we can do it.”

“Fuck yes!”

Okay so time skip to the night of the ball

Manon leaves ahead of you so you can have a dramatic, cliche, entrance

And when you do, all eyes are on you

You look unrecognizable

James’ eyes are among those eyes and he pretty much falls in love with you as soon as he sees you.

He walks up to you and you guys kinda immediately click

Like have you ever met someone who is like your perfect fit??

You guys were like jelly on toast

Super cliche thing to say but like yknow

You guys dance a bunch and you dont even really talk to anyone else except Manon when she’s leaving and asks if you’re going to go with her

You didn’t.. obviously..

You and James danced, laughed, and talked all night

You guys were some of the last to leave

James walked you back to your common room and he doesn’t make a move or anything but you sorta do

You, on a whim, kiss him on the cheek before leaving him looking like a fool in the hall

When the door closes he literally freaks out

Like that boy has been pining over the same girl for the past six years and he hasnt even thought of anyone else so I am a FIRM believer that boy is touch starved.

He makes his jolly little way back to his dorm

The next morning he is like happily whistling and Sirius is like 🤨🤨

So he of course interrogates him at breakfast.

“Alright, this has gone on long enough. What did you do to make you this excited?” Sirius asked, leaning into his best friend.

“What? Am I not allowed to just be in a good mood?”

“No you’re not. It’s 9 in the morning and you were out till 2!”

“Well let’s just say maybe I do have some moves.” He smugly replies, smirking. Sirius dramatically gasps and grabs his heart.

“Lily finally gave in?” James scrunches up his face.

“What? No. Y/N L/N. The person of my dreams.”

Sirius has like no clue who you are even after James describes you in great detail.

You’re the topic of their conversation for the rest of the day.

Speaking of the day, James is looking out for you whenever he can but doesn’t really see you until he sees you and Manon come into the great hall for dinner.

“Holy shiiiiiiit. There she/he/they is/are! How do I look?” James asks, turning to Remus, who will be the bluntest out of all his friends.

“Your hair is sticking out every where.”

“Perfect!”

James gets up and walks over to you and Manon winks at you and then sits down.

“Why hello there Y/N! Fancy seeing you here.” James says dawning a smirk.

“It’s the Great Hall.” You giggle. The brunette boy stares at you blankly.

“Oh. Yeah. How was your day?”

“It was alright. I keep almost falling asleep though. Someone kept me up after all.” You grin at each other.

“I bet he was very charming.”

“He sure was! I had a great time last night.”

“He probably did too. He’s also probably wondering if you would want to go to Hogsmseade with him on Saturday.” This flusters you.

“Hm.. well if you happen to see him, let him know he could probably pick me up at 11.”

“I will!” James leans down and kisses your cheek. “Have a good dinner. I’ll see you Saturday!” You laugh as he jogs back to his table.

He goes back to his table to celebrate with his friends and you just watch fondly as you go to sit with Manon.

Over all, the boy is smitten.

── ⋅⋅⋅ ────꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱───────

𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗜 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ꨄ

#harry potter x reader #james potter x reader #james potter fanfiction #headcannons #harry potter fanfiction #marauders x reader #gn!reader #fem!reader #male!reader

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bagerfluff · 5 months

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Cuddles At Three In The Morning

Harry Potter x Unspecified House Male Reader

Prompt - "It's three in the morning"

Harry stood in front of the window of the dorm room as he watched the sunrise. He had woken up around an hour ago. But he never really fell asleep. Harry had a hard time sleeping after the war. Every little sound woke Harry and he had nightmares.

So Harry rarely got enough sleep. That caused his grades to lower and for him to fall asleep in class. Luckily nobody really punished him for it. Everyone agreed that the savior should be able to relax for at least one year.

Harry was thankful for that. But that didn’t really fix his sleeping problem. He had tried to get small doses of Sleeping Draught from Madam Pomfrey but Harry hated it. He hated how he fell asleep in a minute and didn’t remember sleeping. It made him uneasy.

So Harry didn’t use it if he didn’t need it. So instead Harry dealt with the sleepless nights, nightmares, and sleeping in class. It’s been getting better. The more time Harry spent with a Mind Healer and having a normal school year the better he’s been.

But there were some nights where Harry couldn’t sleep. Tonight was one of those nights. Harry really did anything when he woke up. He mostly just chilled about till everyone else woke up. He sometimes went to the kitchens to get breakfast. Harry didn’t really like to eat in the Great Hall anymore. It was too loud.

So Harry ate in the kitchens. Sometimes Ron and Hermione ate with him too. Harry was thankful for his friends. They helped him during the war and after the war. Harry didn’t know where he would be with his friends. And boyfriend.

Harry started dating Y/n after the war. Y/n was part of the golden group. And Harry had liked him ever since they met. Of course Harry didn’t know what it meant when he was younger. But he realized it when he killed Voldemort. Y/n was the first person to find Harry after it.

Y/n had brought him into a hug. Harry realized he loved Y/n at that moment. They then started dating once the school year started up again. And Harry loved it. For once in his life he felt loved. He knew Hermione and the Weasleys loved him but this was different. Y/n loved him.

They hadn’t told each other they loved each other yet, but Harry knew Y/n loved him. Speaking of Y/n he was still asleep in their bed. All eight years shared a dorm. They were only split up by gender. So Y/n and Harry slept in the same bed. Harry tried not to wake Y/n when he woke up.

Y/n went through a lot during the war and Harry didn’t want Y/n to worry about him. But this time Harry must haven’t been as careful this time. Because after staring out of the window for an hour Y/n woke up.

Y/n reached over but when he found that Harry’s side of the bed was empty he opened his eyes. Y/n rubbed his eyes as he sat up. Y/n looked around the mostly dark room to see Harry standing by the window. “It’s three in the morning” Y/n whispered as he got out of bed.

A shiver went through Y/n’s body as his bare feet touched the floor. Harry sighed but continued looking out of the window. Y/n frowned as he walked up behind Harry and wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist. Y/n then kissed the side of Harry’s head and laid his head on Harry’s shoulder.

Harry continued to look out of the window as he leaned back into Y/n. “Do you want to go back to bed love?” Y/n asked. Harry wasn’t tired but he didn’t want to keep Y/n from bed. Y/n wouldn’t go to bed if Harry didn’t.

So Harry nodded and Y/n led him back to bed. Y/n let out a yawn as he got back under the covers and fell asleep also immediately. Harry smiled as he grabbed Y/n and cuddled closer to him. It might take him a while to get better out of the war. But Harry had Y/n and his friends.

Harry thinks he could do it. He could do anything with his friends and family by his side.

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